As an ongoing work conceived with no rigid form or rule over content, many subjects receive treatment in widely varying voices and styles. To go with a lot of the unstructured free verse, there are even a few pseudo-rap or hip-hop styled pieces, probably most prominent in 'Hand and Heart Never Part' with a few more in process soon to come.
It should be noted, the pieces you find here may reflect a viewpoint the author may not agree with any more than you do as a reader, so if you're not inclined to critical thinking, or taking a different -- even disgusting -- perspective as you suspend your disbelief, some of these may offend you. If you're confused on a read, however, that could simply be the writing; you're completely off the hook for that. Crit me on it if that's the case.
But, if you're moved, if you're in some way stimulated, even if you're simply bored, please take the time to write a brief comment, share a link to a work you have done or you know reflects another perspective, perhaps one you feel less ashamed to have immersed yourself in, or that you feel better captures your sense of the subject, or a facet of it.
So far, as of this writing, there is not a single soliloquy to be found, but arcane language, experiments with meter and rhyme, and more, are all fair game here.
As hinted at, you may need to have a strong constitution to read this; what's intermittently embalmed here has so far run afoul of the affirmational. Maybe that has to do with the general air of distopia in media today all writers and creators must grapple with...
Decide for yourself where these glittering shards and smouldering embers belong.
Drew doesn't have an easy life. His father having cancer, his stepmother not helping him with the bills or household,... He had to find ways to support himself and his family. When he finds a crying child next to his school his life changes when he meets the loner of the school: Scarlett.
"I walk up to my school gate when I suddenly hear something. It sounds like crying... I stand still and listen carefully. Over the students laughing and screaming i can hear it. The crying comes from my right. I turn to my right and see a little boy. Maybe 5 or 4 years old with tears streaming down his face. I walk up to him and kneel. "Hey little guy, what's wrong?". The little kid looks up at me while the tears keep falling down his little chubby cheeks. I try to get him to form an answer when suddenly -"
Started: 5 April 2022
Ended: Still going
!!!There is a slight age-gap: for the first 35 to 40 chapters she will be 16 while he is 19. If this bothers you, don't read it!!!
!!! I suggest you are above 15 or 16 to read this story. If you do read this when you're to young, you have been warned !!!