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Be Holden

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You have forgotten all of the events before we sought refuge in this dark room. I think it is because you are traumatized from what we just witnessed but do not worry. I will go through every wonderful detail with you. No, you do not have to worry about this affecting me negatively. Sometimes, I must talk about some incidents aloud to cope and better understand it. The first thing you must know is that how we perceive one another is constantly changing. A lot of the time, the shift is caused by emotional shifts toward each other. So, when you are angry at me you would see an individual you despise. Hypothetically, you would see someone you care about if your emotions for me swing in that direction. Is this good? No! When you are comfortable and content, he is near and we do not want that because we are hiding from him. Out of all the individuals in this manor, I am stuck with you. I suppose being stuck with an optimistic cheerleader is better than being with an idiot.All Rights Reserved

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A Taste Of Oblivion : The Short Comings Chronicles VOL1 by mell_onic

Stories heal, stories hurt, stories create a fantasy but not all stories have happy endings. "I look everything like my father, I look nothing like my father," -My Fathers Son "I always thought I was hard to love till you made it seem so easy," - A Kind Of Feeling "I know it's dumb, relying on memories we had, used to have, wish we had because I can't move on" -It's Fine, I'm Fine, We're Fine "My mind was working over time, it was on over drive, cranking and punching out various thoughts, I was overthinking," -Mother, Hear My Heart Beat "We're all told sins are the same and that none is held to a higher standard than the other but sexuality instantly is barred from that, exampt because if it's not black or white it simply canot not be grey," -The Most "We said no strings attached yet they attached from the moment we met," -Stupid People "He grew up before he learnt how to overcome the monsters under his bed till they manifested to monsters inside of his head cause he had anxiety before he could even spell what anxiety was," -I Don't Know "Maybe something new will happen this time," -Text Me Back Eight different stories, with eight different outcomes all woven together by one pen accompanied by eight poems they stand.

Echo of the Past by KiyuMiyuu

A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

BETA MINE (mxm || lgbtq) by notbackingdown

"A mate will love you and only you. No other can compare to you and he or she will treasure you above all and everything in the world," mommy says to me as she kissed my forehead. I sighed dreamily. I can't wait till I find my mate. He'll be perfect and handsome and funny and smart and brave and beautiful and he'll love me... only ever me... and... and... Present This hurts so much. Seeing and hearing and knowing my mate, the one who's supposed to love me above all, me, only me is in love with somebody else. I'd hate him if I could. I'd reject him if I could... I wish I could. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% Important My books are written explicitly for a MATURE AUDIENCE 18 YEARS AND OLDER. There will be some instances/scenes/suggestions of sexual acts, crude language, MPREG and will portray gay relationships between males. If you do not enjoy stories of this nature please leave now. I will not condone/defend/accept any sort of attacks on my stories, my characters or myself. It is well within your right to choose what type of entertainment you prefer but I will not be blamed for your curiosity. Read at your own risk. ******************************************************

Omega and the beast by AmenRocks1

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A Taste Of Oblivion : The Short Comings Chronicles VOL1

Stories heal, stories hurt, stories create a fantasy but not all stories have happy endings. "I look everything like my father, I look nothing like my father," -My Fathers Son "I always thought I was hard to love till you made it seem so easy," - A Kind Of Feeling "I know it's dumb, relying on memories we had, used to have, wish we had because I can't move on" -It's Fine, I'm Fine, We're Fine "My mind was working over time, it was on over drive, cranking and punching out various thoughts, I was overthinking," -Mother, Hear My Heart Beat "We're all told sins are the same and that none is held to a higher standard than the other but sexuality instantly is barred from that, exampt because if it's not black or white it simply canot not be grey," -The Most "We said no strings attached yet they attached from the moment we met," -Stupid People "He grew up before he learnt how to overcome the monsters under his bed till they manifested to monsters inside of his head cause he had anxiety before he could even spell what anxiety was," -I Don't Know "Maybe something new will happen this time," -Text Me Back Eight different stories, with eight different outcomes all woven together by one pen accompanied by eight poems they stand.