Wretch Stories

The most beautiful form of poetry in my opinion. :)

"Do I even want to know?" Yondu puts up with a lot of shit with his crew of assholes including a boneheaded Terran, xandarian first mate, and a dippy cabin boy

i didn't know but i should be thankful but i was so stupid to feel its ok to rely on you i was not sure if i am doing ok is everything right or whether i have to realize but by memories i realize only one who should be thankful is me sorry if i took so long to thank you for being part of my life i am already bleeding but seeing you far feeling lost i realize its new way to bleed to be left alone

There walks a specter.

“Have patience with everything that remains unsolved in your heart. ...live in the question.” ― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet

Imaginary Love

A horrible... something, has come to town and won't leave until it gets what it came for. You hear it faintly but you certainly will see it, because as soon as you do you have no choice but to succumb to the fate it has destined you to. Only one noise echoes through the night, coming from seemingly everywhere and nowhere at the same time. All blood freezes when you hear "wreeeeeetttcchhh"

- -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- Dylan Meekler was a very unfortunate person. We were all not sure what exactly happened, but we all knew this: 1. His Mother died in a car accident when he was 13. 2. His older sister committed suicide one night while he was out partying with his used-to-be-friends, his parents out on a honeymoon and his siblings sleeping over their friend's house; she had been the only one at home that time ( No one really knows why she killed herself). 3. His younger brother fell off a cliff when he wasn't paying attention and playing with his buddies in the forest, leading to a later-on-infected leg which then had to be amputated and replaced by a "fake" one. To this day on, he's the victim of many bullies. 4. His Father was blown into bits by a terrorist bombing while he was at work. 5. He's 18 right now, and he's living alone. All by himself. Balancing the task of education with the task of jobs. Oh, and another thing. He's a wretch; an unfortunate, and unhappy person. - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- -- - -- --

It's an old story that I haven't touched for a year. I made some cool characters in that time so let's see where this takes us, shall we?

Story of a little boy who just walks around the city. Someone who is loved by none and who loves everyone. Just a piece no so good, which I wrote for me. hahaha 💭