Abstract Stories

🎪 This story takes place after the series finale 🎪 The circus had survived abstraction before. That didn't make losing Jax any easier. While everyone else learns to live with what happened, Pomni finds herself struggling to let go of the hope that somewhere beneath the abstraction, he was still there, waiting to be found.

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❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄. ❞ ┈┄─── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𓂃 𝔅allerina ℜeader . . ❪ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❫        𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, in which Jax        turns distance into armor and [Name]        mistakes silence for safety. Yet when        the past surfaces, so do the feelings        they denied: fragile, dangerous and far        too real to run from forever.           ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ :: ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ▌│█║▌║▌║▌│█║▌ ³¹ ⁰⁷ ²⁰²⁵ ⁰⁰ ⁰⁰ ⁰⁰⁰⁰ © -𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑁

This is not a story. It is a system. Here, the body is measured. Here, breaths are recorded. Here, a human becomes a case. Five poems about continuing to exist in a world where everything has value- except what truly matters.

The most beautiful art is the one we never share. These are the thoughts I chose to let out.

Some poems I wrote

fell upwards but missed the ether (2019)

I am wednesday's child. I'm full of woe and weep at every doorstep. While reading, I beg you to adore every letter written on these pages. It won't change much, though. For I am, wednesday's child.

"Nani, are you adopted?" that's a question Nani Kiritsuku has always been asked. She always suspected adoption. But when she snoops in her parent's ancient secret memory box, she finds a letter. A letter written by a single mother to her child, who is she about to give up for adoption. A complete verification. But when Nani digs deeper into her parents history, she finds something she would have never expected.

A lonely girl finds an unlikely bond with a daredevil duck, a untrustworthy schnauzer and an adorable but fierce golden retriever. But when evil forces rise to attack them, will their friendship help them working together to save themselves?

One night I was having a lot of thoughts that I wanted to write down. I wrote them down. I am in a better place than the night that I wrote this. I hope that it will help others as it helped me.

'Maybe just like him, the world falls a little more in love at night.' watching meteor showers with bang chan. this is a work of fiction. do not copy, repost, or translate without permission.

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?

In this story of surreality, join the creation of the Earth and as it plunges into darkness, a wasteland of sinners. Among them the two who were there since the start find themselves, created with the world of wonder, they're in for a ride of wonder, horror, and purity Will they be able to mend their loving Earth? Or be banished back into the realm of utter darkness?

A small trolling with different features from everyone else is taken in by the sister-in-law of King Peppy. Who is she? What is she? Why do her legs sometimes turn into a tail? (Cover picture is not mine)

A collection of mostly improvised poetry that I write whenever I feel like it. Mainly follows the story of mental health, disorder, and trauma. Anything listed as a series reflects a bigger part of my life. Feel free to make your own observations in the comments. I love to know what people think of my stuff.

Kael Vireon is not just the richest man on Earth-he might be the most powerful entity in the entire solar system. Gifted from birth with the ability to see both the past and future of anything he focuses on, Kael took it further: altering timelines, rewriting stories, and warping cause-and-effect at will. No sleep. No food. No decay. No aging. He exists everywhere at once within his vast range, knowing everything, doing anything. A living paradox. A walking god. But when a black, informationless entity steps out of a dimensional rift on Uranus, Kael encounters something he cannot comprehend. No data. No future. No past. Worse... it isn't alone. And they're coming. In two years, the invasion begins. Kael must decide: will he continue to be a god watching from above, or will he train champions and face a Multiversal war head-on? The clock is ticking, and even an Omniscient can feel curiosity...

A collection of poems and short stories interwoven in a larger narrative that served as a way for me to work through burnout. The tale of Estavir is a metaphorical dive into my burned out mind as he searches for deeper meaning and climbs Mt. Sensan-Ghi filled with trials to test his heart. This is my first published work of fiction. It was conceptualised during a burnout I experienced back in 2017. With support from family, friends and a professional with whom to talk, I tried working through the burnout over the period of a year. At each stage of my journey I created a story to help me process. It's bizarre, a bit dark slightly existential and close to my heart. Please enjoy.

This is going to be a compilation of short horror stories with a specific aim: to unsettle my readers and make you think. Most of these tales will be stand alone stories unless otherwise specified.

This is the story of my 4 TADC OCs and their struggles I don't own the rights to Any of these characters except for Mono Bloss Astra and Jasper!