Demian Stories

"My blood, sweat, and tears My cold breath too Take it all away I want it more, more, more, more I want it more, more, more, more, more" Javion Sparks, an eighteen year old with ambitious hopes of becoming successful one day. In his path to working hard he never really considered befriending anyone or asking for help. Only himself and his ambitions to guide him to his destination. But when detention lures him to a room of seven boys, each with their own story to tell; Javion might just end up putting his dreams unwillingly to second on his list. Javion's determination causes him to change his priorities from his well-planned future to hanging onto his newly found friends to maintain his sanity, that is altered by no other than the Devil. Who gives Javion 3 chances of saving himself from an undesirable fatal end, or re-write his path to a growing one.

THIS IS WRITTEN BY A 15 YEAR OLD. 16 year old Kate finds a gate to a world where no one should be . when found there are houses and a single person lives there. he does not show any sign of welcome to her and tells her to leave. Kate finds it rude and starts coming to him every single day. read the life of Kate and the .

"I work in the dark to serve the light," he hissed as he turned his back to her so as to not let her see the pain of having to lie to his beloved one. Lying causes pain throughout anyone who has the 'touch' and he certainly did. But it was bearable since all his life, he's been lying on whichever he stands for. • The NEON touch is a plague; a curse to the people who were never been affected but an essential substance to the people who were. It's a matter of which side you stand for and how you see the story itself.

This is just me copy - pasting the book to Wattpad in hopes reading it will be easier and less tiring for everyone seeking to read the book to understand the concept more including me. nothing is rewritten or changed from the book except bolding the lines that BTS used :)

CÂU CHUYỆN VỀ TUỔI TRẺ CỦA EMIL SINCLAIR

En ocasiones sientes que te observan pero dices "No es nada, solo mi imaginación". No, no es tu imaginación, solo déjame guiarte a un universo nuevo y descubrirás un mundo de sombras, un mundo donde las miradas será último que haga erizar tu piel.

I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult? - not my story, posting only. this story belong to Herman Hesse. - !!! (very) long chapters.

The Story of Emil Sinclair's Youth by Hermann Hesse.

Demian-Hermann Hesse

Passing by the edge of cold winter, Until the days of the spring, Until the days of the flower blossoms, Please stay, please stay there a little longer.

[Age 15] Continuing the journal entries I made in my freshman year of high school, this piece reflects some of the darker thoughts that consumed my younger self. A popular theme in most philosophical works is existence and its meaning of it, and as someone who deeply appreciates the exploration of philosophical ideas, this piece sheds light on a time when I didn't even think that a philosophical world existed. It embodies a time when all I knew was the small Massachusetts town that I grew up in, and it was my entire world. The last line acts as an unintentional foreshadow, as my present life is so vastly different. From a personal perspective, it brings me a lot of joy and amusement when I contrast the two different points in time. The progression is beautiful to watch and even now as a college student, it strikes the thought in me that someday this moment will just be a line on a page for my future self to enjoy. It pushes me to live my life intentionally with no regrets, and it reminds me that no matter how agonizing life can get, it will pass and become a beautiful story one day. Hope you enjoy your glimpse of my younger self.

in which seven meet untimely demises after reading a book

In the light of the recent short films released by BTS, I decided to retype The story of Emil Sinclair's youth which these short films were based on. I do not own this story I am only retyping the book here.

Hai aku Arlena, aku adalah seorang demian, atau bisa disebut anak setan. Sebelumnya aku belum tau bahwa aku adalah demian. Namun saat setelah beberapa kejadian yang aneh tapi nyata menimpaku, aku sadar bahwa aku seorang demian.

by Herman Hesse I wanted only to try to live in accord with the promptings which came from my true self. Why was that so very difficult? (All rights reserved to the owner)

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taehyung closed his eyes and let out his last breath. he opened his arms and smiled to welcome himself into the evil clutches of the very devil. he felt safe. © SYUBJIN