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Cariatide

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Reads 281
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Parts 7
Time 21m

ochii goi în piartă / nestemate aiurite care cântă / tavan pictat cu fantezii nocturne despre război

muzica rock lentă mi se pare inutilă şi totuși nu mă pot desprinde de ea orice ar fi, celulele mele se dezintegrează emotiv, artistic, mi-am închipuit că să ți pierzi mințile e amuzant, e frumos, e poetic. aveam dreptate.

delirul este singurul element neîntrerupt care continuă să-mi umple timpul. delirez despre tablouri, muzică, maşinării ale viitorului şi ochii goi ai mamei mele absorbiți de același delir inconfundabil. delirez despre război, arta războiului, poezie în cel mai greşit sens al ei, pe care nu o poți trăi, dar nici scrie.

delirez despre țigări în miez de noapte, vin stricat, bere acră, pâine veche, sănătate psihică şi parfumuri. dar cel mai des delirez despre statui.All Rights Reserved

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Static by hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

• ❁Alchemic Scars❁ • [discontinued] by Rosebud1208

*A remake is in the works* [FMA:B x OC] "The past is a mere illusion compared to the solid image that will be known as the future." - Elleah. This story isn't like most others; this is about love, loss, heartbreak and triumphs in the world of Alchemy, science and war. It will take you on a ride of emotions and will test your mind in different ways. It might connect to you in some way; you might even lose yourself in it; you never know. But stay with me, and you'll see just how a girl's life goes from nothing to being reborn again a new. Elleah had recently lost her parents to the Ishvalan war alongside Winry's. With help from her brother, Markus, and their sister, Jacky, they strive to bring back their fallen family members. Their dreams come true for a split second before being taken away by an entity called 'Truth', along with both siblings, Elleah's right arm and memories of her parents. As Elleah grows, we see her face struggles some can only dream of, changing her and making her stronger. ~ I only request one thing from you while you read this story; comment any feedback you with and kindly answer any questions that I may drop during the occasional A/N. There is one currently, and I would appreciate any answer so I can continue to write this story for you all! -If you don't want to read this, then don't. It's not my choice or problem what you read. -feel free to, if you aren't a fan of the main character (my OC), picture yourself as the character and change the dialogue up a bit to fit you. -!WARNING/DISCLAIMER!: Contains swearing and violence!! You have been warned! I do NOT own Fullmetal Alchemist/Brotherhood, nor do I own their characters! The only part I own is my OC and the extra, off the storyline, plot. ~ -cover created by the lovely tsuzuroon!! She is so talented, and I thank her so much for doing the cover for me. ~ 1st in #statealchemist - 6/12/20 25th in #edwardxoc - 18/1/21

Vowels Of Raghuvanshi's by meowislazy

"Viki, please, don't do this to me. You're hurting me" "Adu, please, trust me, I would never do that" _____________________________________ "Agastya, please save my baby, you know how much I love her. I beg you, I won't do any mischief, I will do everything you say, but please save our kid" "Ayesh, book!!! Ayesh, calm down. What are you doing? I will save our baby." _____________________________________ "Ahaan, I've given 3 chances still you want me to be a sensible person. I never wanted to take her away from you. I wanted her to experience love" "Please, Isha! I know I made a big mistake. I was crying everyday. Regretting everytime I've done to you" _____________________________________ "Ayaan, please. I love you!! Don't leave me. I know I made mistakes in the past but I want to forget everything and start a new life with you" "Urina, I'm giving you 2 days, do whatever you want but make me impressed by you. I've always loved you but something was stopping me, but now nothing's gonna separate us" _____________________________________ Hey everyone, okay so let me start by introducing myself:- • I am Ashka • I am a student • I just thought of taking my feelings out because there was no one to listen there's two person who can do that but I just have some trust issues so I just thought of representing my thoughts as a story to some people. Okay? So now 8 hearts, 4 couples, 2 family, 4 brothers, 4 sisters. Let's see how these 8 hearts are gonna get back on their track. Lights, camera and action📷.

Jade Locust Among Gold Silk [OC Insert x LMK] by CallMeSencei

{Since I, the creator am extremely burnt out and out of ideas, take an LMK self-insert} [NONE OF THESE PICTURES ARE MINE UNLESS I CALIM THEM. That includes the cover] ------- "Sen it's time to go!" "Coming!" I responded closing the LMK edit I was enjoying, Summer break finally was here and I was too excited to see my little sister! Finally everything was coming together! _____ My lungs ache and clench desperately as I fail to open my eyes, soaked in blood and debris I can feel everything I ever hoped for leaving me... Nora...I'm so...so- _____ "..." I exhale somberly as I flex my fingers to their best of limits, till the thick gauze and bandages force me to relax... How come I remember everything that happened? That doesn't really happen in resurrection right? Aren't I supposed to forget my past life? Well, I do still have my phone...and I look almost identical to before... Did I even die? Or did something else happen in those few seconds? _____ A seemingly normal yet depressed teen, only 19 and a half... Summer break should've been the beginning of blessing after blessing... But this was a nightmare...one that she somehow coped with...and continues to. _____ 'I don't have time to cry anymore-! Their gone! I'm dead! I'm just a dead memory to them now! It's not like mom will miss me!' _____ "Look kid, the more you grumble about how bad life was to you, maybe you should- "Should what? Let loose? Have fun? Be an impulsive jerk-!?" It was obvious my snap back caught the legend off guard, but...I didn't care... I don't care... _____ "Look MK...There's nothing you can do to help me, your a hero......not a god." _____ 'OH GOD HE'S HOT-!!' _____ One summer, one train wreck, a few bad discussions, and a lot of kettle chips. The Jade Locust will continue the fester and devour your soul... I will make sure of that. _____ Hehe, Writers block go BRRRRRR [Started: June 9, 2023] [Ended:June 26, 2023] Note: I've now made Sen 19 years old.

Dark matter (Self published in 2015) First edition. by dre0101v1

To Quinn, When you read this I'll be over at Zen's place for a couple days. Just letting you know that I have shared a part of my journal publicly. I mean in the online world. Be aware that I've only used your first name, but others have been named. Some of our actual conversations were recorded in this journal. I guess sort of like a book even though writing isn't one of my better strengths. Buddy, that keychain you gave me changed many things. I began sharing this in July and I made my last post early on New Year's Day. You'll be happy to know that the plans for the new center are locked in the safe. I look forward to working with you in this new year we find ourselves in, and please forgive me for telling tales out of school. Your friend, Ash So now that the description is out of the way I can break that fourth wall. The idea for the description was recommended to me by a very good friend since I didn't know how to describe this journal which took place in real time. Dark Matter is a chapter of a much larger work titled "Chronicle of Rouge hill' which I've been writing since I was a teenager. I had started in early 2009 and quickly shelved it in 2010 after I saw "Inception", realizing the ideas were too close. It was picked up again in October of 2012 when I realized what it had to be: less focus on the technical aspects and jargon, and the addition of a love interest. Also, the mission of the "Order of ravens" was changed simply to collecting dream tech. All ten parts were written during the period of October 2012 to March 2013. The idea was to begin posting it on blogger.com in July and it would end in real time, on new year's eve. The events of my real life have indeed influenced the writing. It should be noted that errors in sentence structure are deliberate. A.P.L ©2013 Andre Lalonde. All rights reserved. Painting by Tom Park. Used by permission "Chronicle of Rouge hill"

KarEena One Shots by Tanha002

Just some thoughts and imaginations roaming in my mind which I tried to write as OS or TS. I'm not any professional writer. Just writing for my own satisfaction. Feel free to convey your thoughts and suggestions to improve my writing.

Creative property by theartofscary

This is basically my creative process in my creative memoirs about drawing painting and also tattoos and piercings. Therefore what makes me interested in tattoos and piercings and also what makes me interested in drawing tattoos for my tattoo artist as well as the clear processor comes with it and the inspiration that comes with these graphics and also my music and of course my writing a little bit of that as mentioned. This is about the creative process of making artwork and tattoos for my own personal scan and then I end up going to go and sport for the rest of my life I design my own designer tattoos and this is a memoir about how it started as a young kid and worked his way up to me getting my first tattoo and then pretty soon my second hopefully this will be decent enough memoir. There still may be strong language. **********on Amazon and draft2digital ******************

Dil Se Rooh Tak by itsmepama

Arrey suno, suno! Let me introduce myself properly-naam hai Rooh Manra. Free-spirited artist by profession, total nautanki by nature, and a dancer at heart. I live in the heart of London with my maha strict but secretly softie older brother, Dil Manra. Life's been good, masti and all, except for one chhoti si dikkat-six years ago, I lost my memories. Poof! Gone. Mera pura past, wiped out like a blackboard before a new lesson. Now, I should have been all dard bhari kahani about it, but life moves on, na? So, I made peace with it. Or so I thought. Because then, India happened. The minute I set foot here something ajeeb started happening. Places looked jaane pehchaane, strangers felt like long-lost rishtedaar, and I started getting woh filmy déjà vu waali feeling-like my past was hiding in plain sight, just waiting to say, "Surprise, Rooh!" I mean, imagine eating at a random street stall and suddenly feeling like you've been there before? Or looking at a complete ajnabi and feeling your heart say, "Arey, tu mujhe jaanta hai na?" Bas, aise hi chal raha hai mera scene. And as if that drama wasn't enough, my bhai jaan-aka Dil the CEO Manra-thinks main mast life enjoy kar rahi hoon in London, but the truth? Main ek secret mission pe hoon in India. And agar Dil ko pata chal gaya, toh bas, Ramayan Mahabharat dono ek saath shuru ho jayenge! But wait, Dil bhi ek bada raaz chhupa raha hai mujhse. Matlab, double suspense, double dhamaka! So, the million-dollar question is: Will I finally unlock the past that's been taunting me? Or will I get tangled in this web of lost memories and hidden secrets? And most importantly-when all this comes crashing down, will my bhai-behen ki jodi survive, or will our bond break forever? Bas, ab toh dhol baj chuka hai. Dekhna hai yeh kahani mujhe kahaan le jaati hai! Ready for the ride? Toh chalo, shuru karein!

Our Tears by msMilktea

This is the compilation of angst teukchul one-shot story. Coming from many writers that feed your thirst of our leaders. This will always update as long i found a good one that i want to share so i'm not crying alone here. * i don't own any stories on this compilation. * remember this collection was come from my preferences. * if you are the writer and hoping your story to be deleted, please contact me and i will deleted it. [current status mark end till i found a good one again]

$Liminal Catastrophe {CFB//HNK} by June_Irumi$

Long ago, three tribes coexisted in harmony: Humans, the original inhabitants of Earth; Cantari, a powerful race descended from the first Pureblood Cantari and the wielder of song Magic; and Scepters, enigmatic beings resembling the souls of the dead. This peace was shattered when human scientists betrayed the trust of the Cantari by creating Artificial Maidens, synthetic beings designed to surpass the original Cantari. This revelation caused a conflict between humans and Cantari, leading to the birth of three distinct colonies: one consisting of both humans and Cantari trying to coexist, another made up only of humans and Artificial Maidens, and a secluded human colony that chose to remain hidden from the war. The bloodlust of the war slowly withered the holy tree, which had once held each territory connected. Eventually, the tree began to decay completely, causing the earth to become unstable. Both the Cantari and humanity realized their grave mistake, but it was too late to revive the tree. The humans who had joined the war were transformed into homunculi-mindless beings driven only by destruction. The Cantari sacrificed themselves, dividing the world into four parts and isolating the last survivors of humanity and younger Cantari from the homunculi. -------- Exclaimer : This story is actually a crossover story. I don't own the music/song I used and characters in other series/game except my original characters. This fanfic even though mostly,has the same element as a game named Ar-Tanelico,it doesn't have relationships with its canon characters. Enjoy Also.. There's gore a bit there and there. I'm not going to explain it that much but yeah.

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• ❁Alchemic Scars❁ • [discontinued] cover

Vowels Of Raghuvanshi's cover

Jade Locust Among Gold Silk [OC Insert x LMK] cover

Dark matter (Self published in 2015) First edition. cover

KarEena One Shots cover

Creative property cover

Dil Se Rooh Tak cover

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Static

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16