Vague Stories

here we are once again, to the emptiness of the night, as the cold embraces you with the darkness, and as lingering thoughts fell out of your mouth, the only one true listener lies above, shining brilliantly with the stars above, secrets whispered, waiting to be heard, but in the end the moon only heard it, clear and bright

my art performed in words.

If you have a heart at all, and if you see the pain of the sufferer, you shall find this work thought provoking, but if you are a cold hearted homo sapien, I assure you these would just be some words arranged in a fashion so as they appear intricate. Until every man is free, we are all slaves. -Abraham Lincoln Vampire Hunter

Voici un poème que j'ai écrit dans un moment de solitude et que j'avais besoin de confié. Je pense que je ne trouverais pas de meilleur personne pour le lire que quelqu'un qui aura cherché à le lire alors, le voici :) merci beaucoup à toi d'être là !

Sakura needs a day off, everyone in the hospital and all her friends finally agree on it and decide that. So when she finally (miraculously) gets a day and gets invited for a hangout she is ecstatic. She would make sure that she spent the rest of the having fun... but Kakashi just had to dash all her expectations straight into the sun. She was expecting a great day, a hangout, a hangover and a pleasant burn in the morning. She was not expecting Kakashi.

a short story that goes through the last moments of the character's life that is being ended by someone dear to him.

This is about a young girl in high school. Marie Mae. When 16 year old Marie finds out her boyfriend Ken, 17 is cheating on her with multiple girls at their school. He doesn't try to hide it but, manipulates Marie into staying with him. Addicted like a bee needing flowers in a huge feild of other flowers. When Marie gets sick and tired of his bullshit, she walks up to Aiden, the tall, handsome and popular boy. Asking him for a favor. Knowing his girlfriend broke up with him, She ask him for pay back. Knowing he's gonna say yes. Why wouldn't Aiden want to make his ex girlfriend jelouse? and why wouldn't Marie want to make her boyfriend jelouse? but when this favor begins, it's starts to lead to forever.

In a confined, shifting space, a young person navigates strange roles and unsettling encounters. As they try to find order among chaos, a relentless threat looms-one that blurs the line between reality and illusion. Trapped in a cycle of fear and confusion, the meaning of time and the presence of others become haunting questions with no easy answers. What is this place? What game is being played? And how much time has really passed? Next book publishing next week!

"mine life has been one of much shame." - osamu dazai, no longer human. started 170707.

Basically poetry. The lack of capitalization and punctuation is stylistic, so ;-;

A vague note on acceptance

Imagine a world that is perfect. No wars, no famine, no homeless and no sickness. A world that is altogether untainted. I have lived her in this virtual world all of my life with my best-friend. Trust me when I say that it's not as perfect as the government wants us to believe.We used to have family but not anymore. There is only one catch with this perfect world. If you get bit you get kicked out and sent into the real world where the zombies are more powerful, hungrier, and smellier. After getting kicked out for asking to many questions join us as we try to navigate through zombies in the unknown.

Poetries..or U can call it as poems....

The Crystal Mountain gained infamy for making anyone who ventured in rich with gems and gold. An entire town grew out of it. They depend on it. Entire lives are centred around mining out the great peak. Yet sometimes there is such a thing as too deep...

One sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sheep will do tonight. Hopefully I did this right. Should there be a trigger warning? I don't know. Mark it mature? I guess? I don't know anymore. Just, read if you want to, if you want to, alright? No? Okay then...

Un homme à la dérive dans une effroyable tempête.

Just a haiku on the life of a samurai...

"He could not breathe, could not focus on anything but that urgency that bubbled to the surface and threatened to swallow him. He was undoubtedly a gruesome sight to behold, with tears and blood and snot staining his face and clothes. Perhaps none of it truly mattered anymore. Not the memories he kept locked away in his chest, nor the disgust in their eyes every time they so much as glanced his way." ---or, mammon takes a painful walk through the memory lane. Credits to the owner for the cover art. Also, obey me and the obey me characters do not belong to me, credits to the creators.

A message in a bottle.

A story of a teenage girl "Jazz Ledwidge" who is now in the midst of college life trying to get along with new crowds and the time's ever changing whereabouts. Jazz, a devoted musician and artist. A young lady, who is in constant battle with her puzzling and guileless mind. Artfully sailing through her new life's adventures, what might Jazz encounter in her college life that will persistently bring her thoughts to ask questions and contemplate upon every people and experiences she may encounter? :)