urban legends
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Last published Wed, Jan 11, 2023
I have no way to really describe this other than the title, but the whole thing resonated with me on a level I cannot quite explain. I enjoyed it and I hope it gives you the same chills it gave me
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The first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!Complete
Almos
"Who are you?" I asked him but instead of answering my question he suddenly grabs my hand and pulls me for a run. I don't know where he will bring me but to my surprised, I let him. We run away from something I don't know. I just know that there is something that was pulling me through a deep unknown darkness. But he was there and now we are running away. I don't know who he is yet I trusted him with all my life. For that instant, I knew my heart belongs to him. *** *** "I didn't mean to love you yet I love you so much I cannot hold you so tight." I said those words and I couldn't stop myself not to feel the bitterness of the truth we are going to face. But still I hold her hand even though I know that it isn't right. We run and I save her. Yet, I don't know it was the beginning and I don't want to find out the ending. Still, the end is near and I cannot hold her even though my heart already belongs to her.
For what ?
A book i've been working on since 2017. About my confusing and a mess of feelings , its still a work in progress. Contains songs and poetry , things you might find "relatable" perhaps. Thankyou for reading !Complete
When You Fall in Love with Your Enemy
When I was jumped off the bridge I thought of a moment which made me re-think my decision. But its too late. I was dying. Drowning. Struggling. Then his hand came up to me. He pulled me towards him. I was held up in his arms. He shook me to see if i can open my eyes. But all i can sense is his warmth. Who is he? Why is he saving me? Why is his touch feels so good?
Reckless
My life was never easy i went through crazy shit within my life it just got harder and harder I never thought it was gonna get easier but things take time and hopefully it'll get better... right?Complete
When our eyes met
"As I looked up, my eyes met someone else's. He had curly copper brown hair that fell on his forehead and a chiseled jaw but I wasn't too concerned about his physical attributes. What really stuck out to me was his hazel eyes. I felt my pupils dilate as I slowly melted in his eyes. I felt safe in the comfort of his gaze. Why do I feel safe? The room faded away. It was just the two of us. Why does he have this effect on me? His eyes looked sympathetic. Why is he sympathetic? What are my eyes telling him? I felt a warm sensation flow through my body as my breaths became deeper. I didn't care about any of what happened before and I didn't care about anyone else. I just wanted to stay in this moment, with him, forever."Complete
Behind the Screen
The book follows a protagonist whose mind begins to unravel as they are plagued by eerie occurrences that blur the line between reality and delusion. It begins with subtle shifts-a feeling of being watched, strange reflections, whispers at the edges of perception-but as the story unfolds, these sensations grow more intense and impossible to ignore. The protagonist starts questioning their own sanity, struggling to differentiate between what's real and what's in their head. Is someone-or something-watching them, or are they simply losing their grip on reality? As they spiral deeper into paranoia, the boundaries of their own identity begin to fracture, and they realize they may not be the only one in control of their mind. With each passing day, the tension grows, and the truth becomes harder to discern. The story keeps readers on edge, with unreliable narration and distorted imagery that makes them question everything. As the protagonist's mental state deteriorates, the lines between the observer and the observed blur, and the final revelation leaves the reader wondering if they're trapped in this madness alongside the character. A chilling psychological thriller, this book explores the nature of reality, self-awareness, and the terrifying idea that what you think you know may be nothing more than a reflection of something far darker.Complete
Save Me
I was drowning. I knew that. I also knew that the hands around my throat, pushing me deeper into the river water was the cause. What I didn't know was who was drowning me and why. It hurt thinking. It hurt to do anything right now. But I still screamed under the cold water and pushed the hands away as hard as I could. It didn't have much effect. I fought and fought, but I was getting weaker, and colder. The pain was overbearing. I couldn't breathe. It was the worst pain imaginable; and as the hands that were around my neck were forcibly ripped off by some unknown force, I slipped deeper into the depths of the river. My hair was straight above me along with my arms. My eyes were open and the water burned. A darkness started to pull me under, taking the pain away. I felt a small pressure around my waist, before the darkness completely consumed me. The last thing I remember is thinking, save me.Complete
Safe
I always thought I was safe, you know? I mean, it wasn't really something I thought about before. It's not like I had a reason to worry about being particularly unsafe. I've always been perfectly normal anyways. Nothing exciting or dangerous happened to me. I was a plain Jane in every sense of the phrase, and nothing strange or particularly astonishing ever happens to people like me. My entire philosophy, however, was completely and drastically changed after being attacked and raped one night. I probably would have been killed if it weren't for Drake Collins, the closed off "tough guy" of my school. He came to my rescue, and reluctantly swore not to breathe a word to anyone. Unfortunately, my attacker escaped. It was after that, that I closed myself off from the few people that I did talk to before. My safety, my very sense of security, was violated. My world was swept out from under my feet. Drake stayed by my side the entire time, helping me through my struggles. He became the only one I could talk to or confide in, and was soon the only reason I woke up each morning. He kept me safe.Complete
A Mere Reflection
I'd like to consider each part a story in itself. While I always connected the characters with each other, something felt different in each part. It's a story about many aspects of our thoughts, some of which never have touch with reality, and some we see every day. You might not understand this unless you travel inside the characters thoughts, and yours for that matter.Complete
The first poem i wrote for creative writing. The rest is my life and what I feel or what I think, so please don't judge. Thanks!
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