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Leituras 993
Votos 20
Capítulos 28
Tempo 2h 41m

Leituras 993
Votos 20
Capítulos 28
Tempo 2h 41m

Coffeeandsomecyanide

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The grass is decaying, with blood-soaked dirt, the clouds are no more, everything has gone to waste, a waste of your name, time, and even yourself. The past is no longer with us and seems like, the future is more forgotten than we actually think. The face of God on the Goiky lands, terios.Todos os Direitos Reservados

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳˢ, de purxmxre

‣𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༘ ⋆｡˚ (𝒗.) 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. //˚ ༘: ꒰ ⋆ ꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦⋆⑅˚₊ ⋆౨ৎ˚ 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵 ⟡˖ ࣪ ⟡˖ 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑬?࣪⋕. ------------------------------------------------------------------ ╰► Scarred, you were a shell of what you once were. A childlike soul, in need of sentiments other than fear. You had helplessly tried to entomb that part of you. Although to your own despair, those ferocious waves fluttered away like the wind flowing through your hair. ␥ ‽ ⿻ ------------------------------------------------------------------ ╰► Against all odds, evil has been lurking lately behind your back. Muttering soft words into your ear-drums like an endless form of torture. Perverse, immoral, crude, obscene. It was a torment meant only for you. ‧⁺ ˀ ∿ ʸ!ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳˢ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ

Rain, de Kscope

On one rainy day, a lonesome Literary school student awoke from his sleep, and see's his Open PC which displayed a blank page on its screen. Seeing this reminded him of his stagnant, unfulfilling, and dull life. Even though he wants to write, he finds himself wasting his precious hours on playing games and watching videos on the internet. Hating himself for not only wasting his parents' money for the school tuition, but he also hates himself for all his wasted opportunities. He continues with his days of misery until one day, a friend of his invites him to go out and walk around the city. With nothing else to do he accepts his invite. Regret, fatigue, anxiety, and never-ending self-pity, all of these have haunted him in his past 2 years and hampered his progress, but in this short trip with his friend helps him take his first steps in combating and adjusting towards those uncomfortable feelings and rekindles a passion that he has long lost.

THE DRENCHED CONFESSION, de kainotawriter

On a rainy afternoon, two friends seek shelter together, their clothes drenched from the storm. As they dry off, unspoken tension builds between them. The protagonist finds themselves drawn to the other's beauty, their heart racing with emotions they never acknowledged before. A simple moment-brushing hair, a lingering touch-leads to a kiss, then something deeper, something intimate and electric. Their bodies speak in ways words never could, lost in the warmth of each other. But when the rain stops, so does the illusion. The moment shatters when one pulls away, apologizing-revealing that, despite everything they shared, they don't see the protagonist that way. Left alone, heartbroken, the protagonist is left to wrestle with the contradiction of feeling everything just moments before, only to lose it all in the silence that follows.

Blood and concrete, de BloodyRory2000

On a rainy night, water blends seamlessly with blood. In the rainstorm, cries of despair fade into distant echoes. Life and death dance together, weaving the threads of fragile hopes, in the struggle to define one's identity, in the quest for even a fleeting glimpse of happiness in a world ruled by selfishness, profit, and appearances. The themes are presented explicitly, including acts of psychological, physical, and sexual violence, as well as coarse language. I am not a native English speaker, so the translation may contain errors. I've done my best, though not entirely on my own.

Easton's Light, de _novablair

(BEING EDITED IN PRIVATE) "No rain, no flowers." She yelled as she danced in the sand while it was pouring rain, she was absolutely beautiful. In the end, this game of love and life, always will end with death. If it's today, tomorrow, in a year, in 70. We are all meant to be utterly destroyed by the fact of death. Of the fact that love can't save you. Unless it can.

Dive Into Him | 18+, de spritmma

'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

Shoreside, de vinnieX

This is a story about life, finding oneself in unfamiliar territory, losing those we love, staying together with those we love, growing up, hardship, and above all else, finding a way through. Stay strong, dear reader, there may be rough water ahead. **** It is important to note that there is disturbing content in this story. I am not a woman, and I do not presume to know all the hardships a woman may face. I do not intend this story to take away from real stories, nor do I intend to make myself seem somehow righteous in telling of the hardships of others, even in a fictional sense. I only wish to acknowledge the cruelty in this world, and the reality of the suffering of those who suffer, who are hurt, who are victims.

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳˢ cover

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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑭𝑨𝑽𝑶𝑹𝑰𝑻𝑬 𝑺𝑼𝑹𝑽𝑰𝑽𝑶𝑹ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳˢ

‣𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 ༘ ⋆｡˚ (𝒗.) 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭. //˚ ༘: ꒰ ⋆ ꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦꒷꒦꒦꒷꒦꒷꒷꒦⋆⑅˚₊ ⋆౨ৎ˚ 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑵 𝑾𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝒀𝑶𝑼 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵 ⟡˖ ࣪ ⟡˖ 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑵𝑶 𝑬𝑺𝑪𝑨𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑴𝑬?࣪⋕. ------------------------------------------------------------------ ╰► Scarred, you were a shell of what you once were. A childlike soul, in need of sentiments other than fear. You had helplessly tried to entomb that part of you. Although to your own despair, those ferocious waves fluttered away like the wind flowing through your hair. ␥ ‽ ⿻ ------------------------------------------------------------------ ╰► Against all odds, evil has been lurking lately behind your back. Muttering soft words into your ear-drums like an endless form of torture. Perverse, immoral, crude, obscene. It was a torment meant only for you. ‧⁺ ˀ ∿ ʸ!ˢˡᵃˢʰᵉʳˢ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ