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Vnitřní mapy

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osobní poetické surrealistické

Každý máme v sobě skrytý svět. Ať už mu říkáte jakkoliv - Země Nezemě, Palác mysli, Říše Divů. Tenhle svět je pokaždé jiný. Tvoří jej zážitky a vjemy, které tvoří nás samotné. Občas se do něj dá nahlédnout, to když se opravdu hodně snažíte  usilovně pátráte v očích osoby, s níž mluvíte. V těch očích se občas mihne kousek onoho světa.
Tato sbírka - dá-li se tomu tak říkat - je jakousi mapou, či oknem, kterým můžete nahlédnout do hlubokého, pokřiveného lesa, který se rozprostírá v mé duši. Někdy je pohádkový, jindy psychedelicky zastřený, pak zase temný jako dno samotného pekla. Neustále se mění. Zanikají a vznikají v něm hvězdy, rozkvétají a umírají květy.
Tohle je má vnitřní zahrada, můj vnitřní hřbitov. Tohle jsem já.All Rights Reserved

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About a certain return by s_trenton

The man whom all happens by accident (though, according to the said, nothing is accidental), launches the adventure with a dream which seems somehow ominous, before beginning his day as he always did. Hence the natural things change. Anyway, no matter how improbable, serious, dangerous, these events are continually harass him, it always ends with a return to his family, though looks like he forgets some details, but recovers. It is the main and stable theme of this work. I introduce you a tree. We talked about the root, look at stem and its strong branches. The hero of the book slips into parallel worlds. Is attracted, pushed, there he must to come. In the world of Mr. M. (a possible name) is creeping a... God. This secondary character grows the tree, give its strength. Although his influence is important in a subconscious world, his power is also manifested in what we consider as reality. We quickly notice that "reality" is not reality that we, who we are, feel, but beyond it happens something more unusual. Let's return to our hypothetical kabbalistic tree. In "reality", the God manifests himself mystical, through fraternities, inspirations, visions, possession, strange theories, tempting and enticing. This god that changes, transforms, his subjects, has supporters and strong opponents. The sneak of the patriarchal god in a matriarchal society cannot be done without fight. Mr. M. is not only the target of the god who wants supremacy but is discovered by a group of true light source hunters. With them he will go into a new spiritual adventure, to the knowledge of necessary truth. This goal creates and reinforces positive heroes. On top head of tree stands the Light of Truth. The light is hidden by an (almost) impenetrable dome. To breakthrough from inside is allowed a method... Further, mystical world is wasted... The hidden things are touched by specialists light. "Where are we really?" asks M. to the end, like many of us ask ourselves. Do we feel the light?

just follow the cat by tuoheight

How would God respond to making a mistake? Would planets collide or mountains slide into the sea? Or would the ledger of all life simply remain out kilter until a series of small events forced that ledger back into balance again? It's probably the latter. After all, you don't want to call attention to your mistakes if you're an all-powerful being. Across 12 interconnected stories, Just Follow the Cat unravels the events that shape the life of Starling Prindle and the original mistake that started him on his search for the center of the universe. The stories are simultaneously whimsical and nihilistic. They are also poetic in an unconventional way. There are cats and shadows of cats in every story. The 12 stories are told to a woman who can't see, can't hear, and can't react. From beginning to end, her thoughts about what she hears remain a mystery. Or maybe it's more than that. Maybe it's more shrouded. More unknowable. Maybe her thoughts are a riddle surrounded by a mystery that's inside an enigma with the whole mess wrapped in bacon. Maybe. Just maybe she is like a cat who has entered her 10th life and is now content to simply listen. When I write, I try to use simple language and speak directly to the reader. My goal is to have the reader feel as if the story is being told only to them. And my hope is that reading these stories will create a casual and comfortable bond between the reader and the narrator - kind of like sitting across a table from each other, sipping morning coffee, and listening.

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"She's a freak.." "A monster!" "Call the police!" -•-•-•-•-•- Listen to me first before you listen to everyone else. My name is Wenny. Or Lunar. I was born a regular human. Everyone is, I had a loving family, amazing friends, etc.... Then something inside me changed. Or, I was forced to. I can still remember the feeling of floating in a test tube. I can still remember the needle ejected into my arm. The pain that I was put through. The indistinct whispers of the scientists. The memory of that glowing knife rests vividly in my head. The tears of blood that I cried. And the cries of death still echo in my ear. Do I regret what happened? Yes. Do I seek revenge? I have no comment. What I will tell you is only meant for you. And no one else. So listen to my story, then make your judgement. I want to know if you think I do deserve all the pain I get.... ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ By: KyoEclipxe Cover by: Canva and LunarEclipse fanart found on google!! 🚨WILL HAVE SWEARING AND DEPRESSING STUFF!! IF YOU DON'T LIKE IT, DON'T READ IT! YOUR HEALTH IS MORE IMPORTANT! PERIODTTTTTT!🚨 ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ᕼIGᕼEᔕT ᖇᗩᑎKIᑎGᔕ EᐯEᖇ: #5 ιи fαℓє¢ (мαя¢н єιgнт, 2020) #1 ιи кσℓ∂ (мαя¢н тєи, 2020) #1 ιи ℓєναи (мαя¢н єℓєνєи, 2020) #9 ιи ∂яα¢σиιтє∂яαgσи (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #8 ιи gσℓ∂єиgℓαяє (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #12 ιи ιтѕfυииєн (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #11 ιи кяєω (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #7 ιи ℓαвяαт (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #6 ιи ℓυиαяє¢ℓιρѕє (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #8 ιи ραιитιиgяαιивσωѕ (мαя¢н 20, 2020) #14 ιи унѕ (мαя¢н 20, 2020)

Darling In The Stranxx || 016 x 002 || by ShitsAndOrGiggles

|| You probably think it was a typo in the title, but I meant to put that there for a reason || Read to find out ;) ____________________________________________________ A normal planet with a modern society, that is until 50,000 years ago, a strange meteorite crashed upon Earth and leaked its metallic liquid. The man who discovered it decided to make the metallic liquid into arrows. He then buried them underneath his homeland and in the year 2000, it was eventually discovered and monstrous beings called "Klaxosaurs" begin appearing. The arrows were a sign of hope as when exposed to the air, it chose which people to grant powers from. A visual manifestation of life energy to the user. Ordinary people cannot see it, but people who were granted with these powers can see it. It could not be harm by ordinary things, only other special people can hurt it. This was known as a Stranxx, and people who were granted these powers used it to kill the infestation of Klaxosaur. Some used it for good, some used it for bad but they didn't know that there would be a school just to train your Stranxx and fight Klaxosaurs. Thus we focus on our main protagonist, Hiro. He is Stranxxless but he has a dream, and that dream is to be known as the #1 Hero that destroys Klaxosaurs in one swoop. So he thinks that the program will help him fight the Klaxosaurs. Who knows what will happen.

What did I do? ( reverse harem) 18+ by ceciliablackwrites

First draft so it's very very rough!!!! Completed My name is Lana Walker. My life had been a fairytale. Until tragedy struck. A car crash that obliterates my entire life including my three mates. I survived but at what cost? Five months later I'm still in pieces. Everyone knows losing your mates is the fastest way to madness. Except on a good ole Monday, I see my mates. From the way everyone around me is behaving, they never died. Neither do they remember me. They despise me. My life has taken a bizarre turn with an unstable power within me, a secret force behind strange attacks and three mates who are on my case. For unknown reasons.. I may have broken into their apartment and attracted their attention. Some very negative attention. "Lana", he coos softly, and I hum in response ", I'm not fucking anyone, pretty girl" My cheeks burn at the familiar nickname, and I swallow my suddenly dry throat until he adds, "Yet," I almost pull a muscle in my neck turning to look at him. When he glances back at me and sees the obvious disgust on my face, he closes his eyes, rubbing his lips together in amusement. There is a rare show of softness for me when he looks at me his fingers stroke my chin to cheer me up. "I'm going to fuck you, aren't I?" my breathing picks up, and I try to see the deception but find none. Just his arrogance and lust. For me. "we'll see" I swallow and stroke a hand down my straightened hair. Jackson cocks his head to the side, the challenge accepted. The hunt is on. "oh, I am fucking you. Six Ways to Sunday" Book one of the "what we did do series" Dark romance/ reverse harem. Mature themes 🔞

A Beautiful Piece Of Broken Pottery by missuniquek

She wanted to know what pain was, silly little girl just open the dictionary look up the word pain and watch as your life plays like a movie. Watch and see what pain really is. Watch and see how truly broken you are. Keep in mind that you managed to fill those cracks in your heart with pure gold so that you can pick yourself up from the ground below and mold yourself into genuine art that has now become a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Gemma was your normal sun kissed skinned teenager. Who was living her life. Living la vida loca. Believing in the "yolo" principal until one day a tragedy knocked on her door and turned her life upside down. Now with a broken heart, a messed up mind and a blacked soul she must face her everyday life once more, she has to face school, battle friends and harsh words and a bigger brother too Lucas is your normal Spanish mafia kind of looking guy who was living his life to the fullest and working at a cute little coffee shop. There he needs a girl and is taken aback. He is completely awestruck by her beauty and her ability to play the guitar and get lost in a melody that she creates. However reality hits and he becomes disappointed when he knows that he will never see her again until her decides to show his true potential and transfer to an AP math's class and at the back of the class sat his angel. Lucas has some demons as well. Fighting an horrid past, a personality disorder and then another hardship hits him. He has bad chemistry grades and must in list the help of the schools smartest girl but this condition comes as a price. Is Lucas willing to pay? She was ice and he was fire. She was beautiful and he was broken. Put them together and some how you end up getting a beautiful piece of broken pottery. Or do you?

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.

My Backpacking Memoirs by AtomicJoe

In 2017 I embarked on a three month backpacking trip around Europe. Motivated by the many accounts of travel from within religion, I went to learn. But what I experienced was not what I was expecting. This was my first time leaving the UK since I was a child and my expectations of travel and Europe were wildly out of touch. I met more people in these three months than I had in the previous ten years and had many new experiences. I was naive and many of the people I met on my travels could tell just how naive I was. Overland by bus, train and ferry through 17 countries: England, Scotland, France, Belgium, Netherlands, Germany, Czech Republic, Poland, Slovakia, Austria, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Greece, Italy and Switzerland. To 35 locations: Liverpool, Manchester, Glasgow, Edinburgh, Paris, Brussels, Antwerp, Ghent, Bruges, Amsterdam, Berlin, Dresden, Leipzig, Frankfurt, Prague, Krakow, Brno, Bratislava, Vienna, Budapest, Timisoara, Sibiu, Brasov, Bucharest, Sofia, Thessaloniki, Litochoro, Athens, Delphi, Naples, Rome, Venice, Milan and Lugano. It is an account of backpacking around Europe, both the best and worst of European backpacking hostels. Long bus journeys, hitch hiking and plenty of walking. I'm not proud of my behaviour or the events surrounding this three month period of my life, but I am proud to have forced myself to do it. I hope that my story will reach people who are in similar positions to what I found myself and to plant the seed of travel as a solution to those problems. Sometimes running away is the solution. It has also been several years since my backpacking trip and I find myself constantly trying to piece my memories together. Not always knowing what city or even country a memory occurred. I feel like my memories are deteriorating so I decided to document them before fall apart completely. I'm not a writer at all and I have tried to be as honest as possible, to my own downfall. I'm open to any advice about how I can improve it.

Tum sirf hamari ho 18+ by RoshaniPrajapati020

Tahir (Taehyung) × Shree (y/n) Tahir-uske liye me kisi ki jaan le bhi sakta hun or de bhi sakta hun..fir chaahe vo meri family hi kyoun na ho..(cold and dark anger) _____ Shree-aapko aisa nahi karna chahiye..vo bhale hi kitne bure kyoun na ho per hum unhe aachae se paa sakte hai. _____ Sana-mein uske kabhi bhi khush nahi rahne dungi..shree ko barbaad karne k liye me apni jaan bhi daav per laga sakte hun. _____ Kya hoga jab ek bholi bhaali se ladki k peeche uske pure parivar waale use barbaad karne k peeche pad jaaye ..har pyaar k peeche dekhava ho sirf or sirf use roj ek naye musibat me dekhne k kiye or support k liye sirf uska ek akela husband hi ho...jo sirf or sirf apni wife k alawa kisi per vishwas nahi karta ..kisi per nahi.. Kya shree us tute se parivaar ko savar paayege? Ya fir kuch Aisa hoga ki vo haar kar khud bikarh jaayegi? Ya fir kuch Aisa hoga ki tahir ko shree ka saath chodna padhaayega?

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About a certain return

The man whom all happens by accident (though, according to the said, nothing is accidental), launches the adventure with a dream which seems somehow ominous, before beginning his day as he always did. Hence the natural things change. Anyway, no matter how improbable, serious, dangerous, these events are continually harass him, it always ends with a return to his family, though looks like he forgets some details, but recovers. It is the main and stable theme of this work. I introduce you a tree. We talked about the root, look at stem and its strong branches. The hero of the book slips into parallel worlds. Is attracted, pushed, there he must to come. In the world of Mr. M. (a possible name) is creeping a... God. This secondary character grows the tree, give its strength. Although his influence is important in a subconscious world, his power is also manifested in what we consider as reality. We quickly notice that "reality" is not reality that we, who we are, feel, but beyond it happens something more unusual. Let's return to our hypothetical kabbalistic tree. In "reality", the God manifests himself mystical, through fraternities, inspirations, visions, possession, strange theories, tempting and enticing. This god that changes, transforms, his subjects, has supporters and strong opponents. The sneak of the patriarchal god in a matriarchal society cannot be done without fight. Mr. M. is not only the target of the god who wants supremacy but is discovered by a group of true light source hunters. With them he will go into a new spiritual adventure, to the knowledge of necessary truth. This goal creates and reinforces positive heroes. On top head of tree stands the Light of Truth. The light is hidden by an (almost) impenetrable dome. To breakthrough from inside is allowed a method... Further, mystical world is wasted... The hidden things are touched by specialists light. "Where are we really?" asks M. to the end, like many of us ask ourselves. Do we feel the light?