THE WALK - Midnight
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Last published Wed, May 22, 2024
Winters are awfully cold, aren't they?
"I dream of an epiphany." I whispered, completely shattered and unable to cling onto reality.
It's yet another one of my writer's block and I'm overthinking again.
Just as I'm about to log off, a particularly disconcerting title captures my attention:
"The Inevitable Doom of yet another failed writer."
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Y/N had long since perfected the art of hiding the cracks in her heart, a quiet ache that lingered beneath the surface, unnoticed by the world around her. Trust had been shattered too many times, leaving behind only the remnants of love she once gave so freely. The weight of solitude clung to her like a second skin, and each day she walked through life as though she were a ghost, watching the world pass by, yearning for something she couldn't quite reach. But when the night embraced her, when sleep whispered its soft lullaby, everything changed. In the silence of her dreams, something shifted-though her eyes could not see, her heart felt it. It was a presence, gentle yet unyielding, that made her believe, just for a moment, that there was more to life than the ache she carried. A presence that whispered in the stillness, as though it had always known her, waiting in the spaces where dreams met reality. In that sacred space, between waking and sleeping, Y/N began to feel the warmth of something new. It was not a dream, but something more-a promise, tender yet powerful, that whispered softly to her soul. "I can't promise you a perfect world, but in this moment, let me be the one who never lets you go." In The Dreamer's Embrace, Y/N begins a journey where the weight of silence starts to lift, revealing a connection she never expected-a love, not of fantasy, but something she's always longed for. Will she open her heart to this strange, beautiful presence, or will the weight of her past keep her trapped in the shadows?
God of Death
Blurb I don't know how to feel. I don't know how to fall. I see blur faces and hear voices from my past. Past, I don't even remember. I don't know who I am. All I see is a picture perfect meticulously created life. A life which wasn't even mine to begin with. I'm an imposter. And he will be my sinner.
Poetically Expressed (2015-2016) - Poetry Book
Poems that I wrote in 2015-2016. Some of the poems aren't true and I didn't experience (Especially the romantic ones). Several of them are just the result of my wide imagination (This is what you get when you are a daydreamer and a nightthinker) and a few of them are from my dreams (I felt like writing a poem out of it), requested by some friends, from dramas and movies (I got inspired) and from the books I've read (Too good not to dedicate a poem). ｑ^βΏ^ｑ From: January 24, 2015 To: December 2, 2016 -YuchaeComplete
The Last Whisper
I wear a mask so well that even I almost believe it. Almost. Then I met him. His eyes were hollow, his smile a lie-just like mine. In him, I saw my own reflection, the same quiet suffering hidden beneath perfect façades. For the first time, I wasn't alone. But happiness is always fleeting. One moment, he was there. The next, he was gone. A fall from a rooftop. A life stolen too soon. Now, the world feels unreal. Shadows shift. Whispers grow louder. And in the corner of my vision, I still see him. If he's gone... why does it feel like he never left?
Are you okay?
She wanted to die. He wanted to live. β’β’β’ A hand grabbed onto my wrist, yanking me back just as the train rushed past, before I'd even had time to comprehend whether or not I'd carry out the action. I stumbled back into the person's chest, my heart jumping out as I swivelled around, startled to find myself staring into piercing dark brown eyes. "Were you going to jump?!" "No," I drawled out sarcastically, ignoring the intensity of his eyes as they bore into my own, "I just stand on the edge of train platforms at midnight because I feel like it." Seeing the stranger tense, I stepped away from the edge, feeling his hand let go of mine as I picked up my bag before moving to sit down on one of the platform benches. Letting out an evident sigh of relief, he sat down after tentative movements towards me, and I could feel his intense gaze raking across my features. His eyes never left me, I was sure of it, with every step both he and I had taken. "Are you okay?" He had asked warily, apparent apprehension in his deep voice while he spoke, "Do you want to talk about it?" "What's there to talk about?" I threw his question back at him, watching him study me for a few critical moments before his potent gaze switched to our surroundings. "I did just watch you nearly kill yourself; that might be a place to start?" β’β’β’ She didn't expect for a complete stranger to stop her milliseconds away from committing suicide. She didn't expect him to be so kindhearted and patient. He didn't expect to stop her from jumping in front of a train the first time they met. He didn't expect to find himself falling for the one girl he knew he shouldn't. [Word Count: 180,000 - 200,000]Complete
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[COMPLETED] "Love can be cruel," he mutters. "I thought it would be the reason I would propose, but it's not. Love never wins, does it?" Cruel. Devious. Twisted love. Love can play games, and we just happen to be the pawns. We play our moves strategically like a game of chess, until it comes to this moment. We can let the world separate us, stop us, pull us apart. We can let this old love between us fray at the edges. If love is a game, then Cato and I are destined to lose. "You're right," I whisper. "But love still exists. Even for a moment." His knuckles brush against my waist, before he decides to pull me flush against his chest. We're close, and burning, and his breath feels like electricity on my skin. In his green eyes, I see remnants of the heavens, the northern auroras flashing illuminating inside of them. He holds a new world inside of him, and I long to be the first to discover it. Cato's nose brushes up against mine, the space between our mouths fading like stardust. "Even for a moment," he murmurs my words against me. At once, our tensions release. βββ Β·π₯ΈΒ· βββ One half of her heart belongs to the man from the stars. The other belongs to the man of smoke and ash. Maureen Harradan lives at the bottom tiers of society. Scorned by anyone above her, she finds her fate entwining with Cato Leveque, a wealthy astronaut returning to Earth with new discoveries and secrets. When rumours spread of Cato's uncertain scientific plans, Maureen finds herself working alongside Thomas Smyth, who runs one of the most powerful criminal operations in the city. She must choose which man to believe, and put her entire reputation on the line while running from an unwanted past. Will Maureen's heart choose to follow the man of the stars? Or will she find peace from the criminal of the streets? βββ Β·π₯ΈΒ· βββ Started February 22, 2022 Completed July 9, 2022. 90,000+ wordsComplete
His Greatest Sanctity
"Breathe." He dipped his head down so that his lips were right at my ear, his strong arm wrapped securely around my waist, molding my body into his. "If you're going to fall apart,." He starts, teeth gritted. "Now's the time. I'll be here to put you back together when it's over." I squeezed my eyes shut again, and I did just that. I fell apart. ******* Secrets. Lies. Deception. Murder. I'd seen and done it all. And not willingly. So I left. I sacrificed my freedom to save myself, and the only way to ensure my own safety was to start over. Clean slate. New people. New me. But the last thing I expected when I arrived at Manonwell Prep Academy was to be bombarded by a boy-no, a man who held some unknown vendetta against me. Call it obsession, infatuation, hatred. To me it was all one in the same. He was everywhere I turned, like a shadow. Watching me. Taunting me. Haunting me. And it was all because of something I did to him a long time ago. It was something so bad that he couldn't stand me, that he wanted me dead, and the idea of making my life a living hell was something that he took pride in. But I didn't remember. I had no clue what I could've done to him in the past, but he was hellbent on pushing me until I did. My plans on starting over were shattered the minute I stepped inside that school. He was the type of person that demanded your attention without having to speak. He was untamed and wild and unhinged. But what he didn't know was that the Winter Travers that he knew in past, the one I didn't remember, was no longer alive. I was different. She was gone and I was here. And he was everything I should've been afraid of. Sinister, quiet, manipulative, but I knew it would be a cold day in hell before I let him win. Ronan was like gasoline waiting to be doused on the fire that inside me, and if he was ready to burn, then so was I.Complete
TOXIC REWIND
"We were never meant to last... but we couldn't stay away." They met in high school-young, reckless, and hopelessly in love. When it all fell apart, they thought that was the end. But some love stories refuse to stay buried. When they find their way back to each other, it isn't the fairytale they once dreamed of. Love turns toxic, passion turns destructive, and together, they become the worst versions of themselves. How far will they go before they finally break for good? Or is this the kind of love that never really dies, no matter how much it burns?Complete
Y/N had long since perfected the art of hiding the cracks in her heart, a quiet ache that lingered beneath the surface, unnoticed by the world around her. Trust had been shattered too many times, leaving behind only the remnants of love she once gave so freely. The weight of solitude clung to her like a second skin, and each day she walked through life as though she were a ghost, watching the world pass by, yearning for something she couldn't quite reach. But when the night embraced her, when sleep whispered its soft lullaby, everything changed. In the silence of her dreams, something shifted-though her eyes could not see, her heart felt it. It was a presence, gentle yet unyielding, that made her believe, just for a moment, that there was more to life than the ache she carried. A presence that whispered in the stillness, as though it had always known her, waiting in the spaces where dreams met reality. In that sacred space, between waking and sleeping, Y/N began to feel the warmth of something new. It was not a dream, but something more-a promise, tender yet powerful, that whispered softly to her soul. "I can't promise you a perfect world, but in this moment, let me be the one who never lets you go." In The Dreamer's Embrace, Y/N begins a journey where the weight of silence starts to lift, revealing a connection she never expected-a love, not of fantasy, but something she's always longed for. Will she open her heart to this strange, beautiful presence, or will the weight of her past keep her trapped in the shadows?
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