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Ce "livre" -même si c'est un bien grand mot-, rassemble tout ce qui m'est passé par l'esprit et que j'ai fini par écrire.
Sans raisons particulières.
Sans liens apparents, juste des réflexions ou des constatations, ou des poèmes, ou des lettres.
C'est un peu ma poubelle de papier.
S'il n'y avait plus d'eau, du jour au lendemain, comme ça.
Si les morts revenaient, sortis de nulle part, comme ça.
Si les gens guérissaient, un matin, comme ça.
Si les rêves se brisaient, soudainement, comme ça.
Si je n'étais pas moi, comme ça.
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Bruised To The Bone: (Sans x Reader)
(Y/N). A peculiar soul; A human core, with a skeleton's power. Her parents are ashamed of her, beating her every time they catch her using magic. One day, she accidentally hurts someone, and they bring her almost to the point of death, trapping her in her room. After the incident, time has begun to reset. Two months pass, and then it all starts over again. After two months, she's plunged into immediate pain and suffering. When she feels like she just can't take it anymore, she decides to take her own life as a sort of experiment. Y/N blasts through the wall, making her way to the chasm, where she hurls herself in.. And wakes up. Almost immediately, she's met with a threat, coming from a flower, no less. She deduces that this must be an evil sort of hell for people like her. People with magic. Her opinion is only further confirmed when she meets a skeleton who wants to kill her for existing. When Sans finds her, he's immediately confused. The absence of Frisk only adds to the confusion. Maybe this human can remember the resets. Maybe she hurt the kid because she wanted to be the most determined. Maybe this is the demon. Without fully understanding (Y/N)'s backstory, he goes after this anomaly in the timeline. He eventually decides that she isn't that bad after all; Just another depressed soul, not unlike himself. The two hit it off, their personalities obviously compatible. But what happens when one of them feels something more? And what happens when an old rival returns? HEADS UP: I really hate when, like, half the story or the whole sequel is full of pure fluff. Once (Y/N) and Sans get together, there will still be relationship drama and story drama and such. ALSO! This story is ongoing. It will have errors. Updates will occur every 2 days, and I won't edit them. Edit: OK. SO. The first few chapters are NOT a good representation of my skills. Once the story is done, I'll probably go back and edit, but for now just know that it gets better. I think.Concluida
Become Mine And Mine Alone
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WHERE THE HUMANS HOWL
You must be familiar with wolves' howls but I want to show you the world where humans howl. Pain is a fundamental part of the human experience, which means that it's a fundamental part of storytelling. It's the root of some of our best metaphors, our most elegant writing. Characters in fiction suffer, because their suffering mirrors our own. Some of this collection of short stories explore themes of catastrophe, death and despair, while others talk of love and longing, with them all being highly complimented by readers with emotive writing skills. In the short story 'Donkey-Man', we read about a man who lived all his life among animals and writer, as a child, is surprised to know that he was a human. In the story "In Search of God' we meet a character who is confused by different religious sect and defines God in his own simple way. The villagers, who claim the real follower of God, don't allow him to live in the village, but he is welcomed by God. In the story, "The Last Storyteller", the narrator is at odds with a changing world. Through his three windows, he is offered glimpses of beauty and joy, but, alas, reality intrudes. On the way to capturing his tale, the windows show him the grace of the blue bird who sings in his garden, the joy of the young boys playing cricket by the graveyard and lastly, the sadness of a mysterious figure, the Last Storyteller, whose livelihood is as endangered as that of the rare bird's. Although some of these stories do deal with rather gloomy thoughts of life, they are all written in such a way that the stories told are interesting to read and really do make you think. This collection of short stories is definitely an interesting read with some of the questions not always being fully answered. And with many of the stories covering such dark subjects you will truly find it a hard book to put down.Concluida
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A place where true love expires, good people get fired and beings are nothing but dust. Where stalkers are heroes, society makes zeroes and madness is not in the crust. Some people are killers, and that's just the pillars of what is essentially rust. When you feel you are mad, but that isn't so bad in a world that is oh so unjust. They'll kill you by car, or from quite afar in a world where all life is fleeting. Don't try to protect, you'll just end up wrecked, for you know their hearts are not beating. They'll kill you my sweet, and not drop a beat, for my story is only just heating. Power means all, even more for the small, but power has a habit of retreating. The bodies mount up, many lives will breakup, as I'm here to just tell a story. Don't look in the hill, though it is quite a thrill, I've heard it can get quite gory. Don't play with the heart, and don't think you're too smart, or you'll die with none of the glory. All are mad from the start, but you played your part, in the world of pure purgatory. Alas look a ghost, be careful you're not toast, you must want to see what I see. Society is ruthless, protection is fruitless, for in madness is when you are free. Perfection is dead, from the wounds we all bled, a cruel fate we did not foresee. While outsiders are safer, if only by a wafer, you can still hear them utter a plea. Now my story is frightening, but oh so inviting, so come now and give it a whirl. I can promise some danger, so don't be a stranger, watch now - we will see it unfurl.Concluida
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Sans and Papyrus were your best friends until randomly they just cut off all contact with you. This went for everyone else in your life so it didn't really hurt that much when they did. The only question is why they didn't do it sooner. So after two years of loneliness, what was originally a drop off turned into a hospital trip, a broken leg, and your once best friends now homeless. What should be happening is them owing you a thanks for rescuing their so called, "Cousins" from a fire. Yet here you are offering them a place to stay, at your big ass mansion for the next eight months. So now you live with the people who abandoned you, along with their so called "family" who by the way don't really like you because you're a mage, but it's barely relevant to the plot so - What could possibly go wrong? Cover by EverLovingCheeseCakeConcluida
![Don't Forget [Sans x Female Reader]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/364086490-256-k518017.jpg)
Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)
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