Eva's diary
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The Moon Shines On Starlight
*Warning ahead content contains animal abuse It was dimmed. I couldn't see. Oh, but I could smell. The sweet scents all around me. Then I smelled her. I immediately knew who she was. My mother. My creator. I went over to her screaming my way between my two siblings. Although I was just a puppy, I could recognize my surroundings. When I was finished drinking the milk from my mother, I moved away. I felt a hard surface underneath me. There were plenty of other scents too. One that smelled delicious. I also couldn't hear, but I could feel movement. I was removed from the hard surface and handed a much softer place. There were these weird bumps over the softer surface. It moved me around, and I was set back down in place on the floor. A couple of weeks passed though I couldn't feel it. Each day felt as if I was still a newborn. Time was not essential in my mind. As I got older, my senses started to sharpen. I could see and hear, but the one thing I couldn't see was color. All I saw was black and gray. My mother was very furry, but so was I. I would often smell her, and I liked how her scent smelled sweet. When I could, I would find food around a dumpster. We were learning more as we got older. I had two sisters and two brothers, as I was one of the girls. We spoke to each other often, my siblings and me. "Let's go, children." Mother said to us in a soft voice. We knew how to communicate. When we fought over food mother, would tell at us. I didn't like being in trouble. I was usually quiet. One day I learned the soft surface that I had encountered was a human hand. I had felt that same surface when a human came up to us. The human loaded all of us in their vehicle. We came upon this strange building. The human let us out in this strange building. There were many scents. I couldn't place them all at once. I concentrated on one specific scent. Strawberry. It smelled so sweet, and it started to hurt my nose.Complete
Mrs. Araneta
There are moments that marks our life. Those were the memories that you know, if you looked back.. no matter how much you keep trying, nothing will ever be the same again. So you rest, you move on, you strive to move forward. But time has also divided your life into two parts. The before. And after that. It's hard to understand. Because sometimes, good memories hurts too. ©️June 2022Complete
Dreaming
"Is this actually real?" You ask your best friend. "Absolutely. And I'm glad it is." ----- Welcome to a time of change. A different air to breathe. A smaller chance of heartbreak. But still guarding your family. --- Cross posted on ao3!! -- Cover created by @_x3iRa326_ 💜💜Complete
The Pawn
Life isn't always fair. It never was. In a life that is not always made from bed of roses, how will they be able to withstand the ever changing circumstances without breaking each other's hearts? She was forced to pay the debt she did not owe. He was forced to marry her even if his heart was somewhere else. Is there a possibility of love from a garden nurtured and cultivated by hate and oppression? And if there is, how will one know if it's already too late? He received the collateral he didn't even ask While she was the unwilling pawn. 11.24.22Complete
Not Single Anymore
... I wake up feeling like today is a new day that today's going to be different I thought, I ride my motorcycle past a few houses along the way to finally make it to the local shops. ... I walked into the store feeling like I'm being followed or like something bad is going to happen but I try to ignore it...Complete
The Method To My Madness
Let's be honest here we all have gone to a random location at a random point in the space time continuum and saw a person that caused us to question ourselves with the age old ponderings of "what in the hell was this person thinking when they woke up this morning". Now, I don't know about you but I have yet to develop "the Jedi Force" so this is my way of explaining my thoughts in a series of letters. Why? Because my mind is a scary place jumbled with a side of crazy so enjoy the journey because there is absolutely no telling where we will end up and no this won't be like "The Perks Of Being A Wallflower" I'm not that good.Complete
Blood and Apples: An Annora Park Novel: Book One
Moments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death. Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth. I am useful, never loved. I am used, never thanked. I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted. I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness. I have accepted my designed fate. Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing? What will happen if I give in...and love? What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life... Worlds End. RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and overComplete
The Augury
The girl I grew up to know is not who I am today, who I am today is not who I see or envision to be in future, I look at myself now and see that I am the now the present. In truth, apparent awakening cannot occur in anyone's presence but it can only occur in anyone's absence. I couldn't have "experience" what I'm truly called for from "afar" because there is no such thing as a distance for Oneness. There is no one "over here" to gain knowledge of something "over there." My life isn't about finding myself, it's about discovering what I'm created you to be. i'm THE PAST ...THE FUTURE ...THE PRESENT ...THE AWAKEN AUGURYComplete
*Warning ahead content contains animal abuse It was dimmed. I couldn't see. Oh, but I could smell. The sweet scents all around me. Then I smelled her. I immediately knew who she was. My mother. My creator. I went over to her screaming my way between my two siblings. Although I was just a puppy, I could recognize my surroundings. When I was finished drinking the milk from my mother, I moved away. I felt a hard surface underneath me. There were plenty of other scents too. One that smelled delicious. I also couldn't hear, but I could feel movement. I was removed from the hard surface and handed a much softer place. There were these weird bumps over the softer surface. It moved me around, and I was set back down in place on the floor. A couple of weeks passed though I couldn't feel it. Each day felt as if I was still a newborn. Time was not essential in my mind. As I got older, my senses started to sharpen. I could see and hear, but the one thing I couldn't see was color. All I saw was black and gray. My mother was very furry, but so was I. I would often smell her, and I liked how her scent smelled sweet. When I could, I would find food around a dumpster. We were learning more as we got older. I had two sisters and two brothers, as I was one of the girls. We spoke to each other often, my siblings and me. "Let's go, children." Mother said to us in a soft voice. We knew how to communicate. When we fought over food mother, would tell at us. I didn't like being in trouble. I was usually quiet. One day I learned the soft surface that I had encountered was a human hand. I had felt that same surface when a human came up to us. The human loaded all of us in their vehicle. We came upon this strange building. The human let us out in this strange building. There were many scents. I couldn't place them all at once. I concentrated on one specific scent. Strawberry. It smelled so sweet, and it started to hurt my nose.
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