Visceral Histoires

With wounds and scars, she tried to live. With him around, she continued to breathe. She didn't think she needed him. Even after two trials, it was still the same answer. And it all happened so fast, almost like reflex.

A wetland excavation uncovers a grotesque, tangled mass of impossible bones, awakening something ancient beneath the mud. As the ground begins to pulse and a towering composite creature briefly rises from the pit, the workers flee-leaving behind a seemingly calm marsh that still, unmistakably, breathes.

Bienvenido a mi perdición como narrador

Unimportant poems.

Following the events surrounding Sara's death and his uneasy return, Oliver Queen soon discovers that another vigilante has set his sights on purging crime from Starling City. No matter the cost. (Arrow fanfic. Olicity stuff, bromanace, babies, love, heartbreak, and fighting...the usual arrow stuff. Part 1-3)

Letters unsent to readers unknown for reasons unsaid.

A lone traveler stumbles upon a skull impaled by a sword in a hidden forest clearing, only to awaken something buried beneath that should never have been freed.

A lingering story about what remains when something-or someone-starts to slip away.

{ One bed...and it's haunted } ~ warning : The following material is drawn off real life encounters & events. This is a story of fear, fever, and the strange moments when reality trembles just beyond grasp. #witwcontest 《 wattpad short story contest 》

A lone Ronin travels the world, ridding villages on the Oni's grasp. His blade wills him forward for good and for evil. He fights to maintain individuality in a war against his legendary Katana. Daimyo begin disappearing, so the shogun hires a powerful ronin to solve the mystery.

A young boy with mental problems obsessed with one of his classmates, driven crazy by the things he's gone through and willing to do anything to get the love of the girl he is attracted to, even giving her hell to achieve it.

A Roman coastal city frozen beneath volcanic ruin begins to stir again, its long-buried dead awakening beneath the mud as Vesuvius casts its shadow once more.

Historia corta sobre amor visceral

Pequeños relatos nacidos del fuego lento, de los sueños que no avisan, de las memorias que no sabíamos que teníamos. En cada fragmento, una chispa: una visión, una sombra, un recuerdo, un conjuro. Historias breves como brebajes antiguos: algunos curan, otros hieren, todos despiertan. Aquí la tinta es ritual. Aquí cada historia es un fragmento del alma.

Ansel fights to defend himself from the Mageguard Rangers sent to capture him and return him to his training camp.