Abstract Stories

The Things Behind Those Eyes is a ~46,500 word-long collection of several short stories and poems I wrote a few years back. The five short stories cover a rather diverse set of topics and moods, most of which are in some ways rather absurd; A man who has been isolated and tormented by having to roll a boulder uphill for what feels like an eternity is bewildered when his punishment is suddenly revoked. An airplane full of people goes quiet when a strange kind of curse befalls the plane and it turns into an eternal purgatory. Or, granted, it's not all sour and dim; A drug dealer who is on the verge of going bankrupt and has forgotten how to feel joy is completely intrigued when an abnormal man takes him on a romp through London and teaches him how to live again. Meanwhile, the free-versed poems tend to lean more heavily into the more dour, sentimental side of things. The pain felt by the objects around us; not knowing how to live our lives; the ways we hurt ourselves and each other. It's all the little details in the bigger picture. Written 2020-2023 Edited, Compiled, & Photographed 2023 Published elsewhere 2025 Published on Wattpad 2026

How do I know what I know, and how do I know that I know that I know it? These might just seem like words, but to me, they are my prophets; prophets who speak of my demise and the same ones who sow it. The basis and premise to my epistemological thought is ill-defined, and hence it all may come to naught. But this diagnosis itself is a product of defective cognition, and hence, how can I possibly conclude the validity of this volition? And also, this begs the question: where is the predicate that I need to be going somewhere at all? So what is supposed to be done, and what is the direction of thought?

A daily journal, abstract

" Why did I have to go through this? Why does it have to be me? All I can feel is a pity... Pity not towards me, but towards all those who face me...Cause now I am nothing but a killing machine. And the bitter truth is, I am turned to being this and I got no choice"- Aura, 15-year-old, kind-hearted, lovely, beautiful yet strong and sassy, friendly, and all so talkative girl quoting this would definitely break the hearts of all those who loved her. But what made her this way? How different is she from you and me? Is it a human tendency or is there something way more inhuman? And a question that weighs more above all, is there a way to save her? If these questions have gotten under your skin...What are you waiting for? Go ahead and sneak a peek into her life. A paranormal life, full of mysteries and adventure, love, hate, heartbreak, sacrifice, death, and above all MAGIC...

this is a collection of all the stupid little poems i write :3

Avery, a teenager from a small town in Canada moved to Los Angeles during the summer and is starting high school with a clean slate and a new start. She only wants to focus on herself and her identity but when she starts meeting new people, her priorities change.

A collection of poems I wrote so that it would leave me alone. Some of these should have stayed in my head Read if you're not afraid to feel something.

a book of haikus. an ongoing project that will extend for one year, until there are 365 consecutive poems. started february 5, 2021. discontinued february 16, 2021. restarted june 29, 2021. restarted once again on january 13, 2022.

sometimes i scream at my ceiling. then i jot down whatever i screamed.

the thoughts in my head, however disorganized [warning, it can get heavy.] -- poetry #43 random #86

Find out of what THE ETHER consists of. Come to feel THE ETHER.

so kiss me then, and choke on your own divinity

Just my mind being my mind late at night

Jay Cooper, the former leader of the cold fusion industry, now works on a different project; he must complete his life's work to change the past. The time machine was a passion project for almost a decade, but it became a necessity when a virus spread. The virus gave some people supernatural abilities, killed others, but it left most unaffected entirely. However, his machine seems to have attracted the attention of a force that wants what he's created. He gains some new friends on this path, while he fights to save himself and everyone he loves. His path is not straight or easy to navigate; it's a journey through time and space to discover the source of the only thing that can oppose his mission to stop the spread of the virus. But will he be smart enough to figure this out?Jay

welcome to the sequel to my craziness. you can find quotes, wisdom, randomness and so much more in here!

Finding what lies behind that tiny moment, where nothing exists in everything. In this book I will post prospect podcasts, articles and essays that I write from time to time. I hope you can see what I am trying to show you. cover is my own clicked image of clouds over a hill in front of my home. The name Event Horizon is astronomical terminology and I have used it as this unique cosmic phenomena is the most mysterious one which is yet to be explored! If you think there is a topic that I can write on. please feel free to share and discuss. ~R~

The concept of love is so abstract and unsure that you don't know anything about it even if you have passed through so many times you are still in the travel of wonder, because you may realize that we can't quite put an exact definition to what love is. They call love so many things we still don't know what it is. However, we still look for it in the small smiles and actions.

THE BLACK HEART: Anatomy of Evil "Each Moon is a breath of evil, each Table a root that grows in the dark, each Cross a nail in the sky." Evil is not a historical accident: it is a breathing organism. Throughout the centuries, the wolf Gork hunts the primordial essence of Vorgash-a fire that devours the souls of tyrants and sheds its skin as eras pass. From the flames of Nero to the divine calculation of Napoleon, through seven Moons of blood, darkness evolves, learns, and refines itself. But at the end of the seventh Moon, the hunt changes. Evil no longer dwells in a single man: it has become a nation. The Dark Sphere is born-the collective mind of the Reich. Amidst the mud of the trenches and the cold rhythm of a war that moves with the precision of a train schedule, soldiers like Lothar, Ernst, and Hermann become cogs in a brutal order that admits no variations. There is no more room for initiative, only for simultaneous execution. Only for the void. The Black Heart is more than a historical novel. It is a mathematical and metaphysical journey through 7 Moons, 10 Tables, and 7 Crosses. It is the account of when humanity ceased to be flesh and became dust under the weight of a perfect structure. Are you ready to discover what beats within the Black Heart of History?

"𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚕𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎." - Albert Einstein this is a book full of my crappy art.

I lie awake When most have drifted The imaginary pen Racing strokes of blood for ink On the burning pages Hidden from those Of the other side "Let us see..." I say to them For only a brave eye Can catch What remains real Inside my corrupted soul Behold the book of poetry i write a 3am XP