Layers Stories

They weren't raised - they survived. In homes where "I love you" came wrapped in violence, silence, and broken promises, two girls learned early: Love could destroy you faster than hate ever could. They didn't meet by fate. They met through scars-hidden deep beneath perfect smiles. One bled her truth onto paper, in poems no one ever really read. The other built walls higher than anyone could climb, wearing ambition like armor. A single poem - raw, brutal, and painfully human - tore open the silence between them. Two fractured souls recognized the wreckage inside each other. Together, they made a vow: No one would break them again. But survival wasn't enough. Betrayals came. Promises shattered. Justice failed them - again and again. So they became what the world fears: By day: an elegant professor and a razor-sharp lawyer, celebrated yet untouchable. By night: architects of an underground empire, rewriting the rules of a world that once caged them. They are not heroes. They are not healed. And they are not sorry. Some scars don't fade - they sharpen. Some storms don't pass - they evolve. This is not a love story. This is not a redemption arc. This is rage reborn as survival. Pain reforged into power. Sisterhood carved from fire and blood. If you've ever hidden a scream behind a smile... If you've ever vowed you'd never be broken again- This story is yours.

"I know I can solve this. I know it. Something's off about them, and I'll find out what that is." *In this story Aqua and Ruby are the same age as Akane and Kana for the sake of simplicity*

What would you choose to hold on to if everything else was gone?

Grug finds himself lost in a rainstorm! He stumbles across a shack in the woods, I wonder what's inside?! Hopefully some babes -- I sure hope one of them is up to his standards! Credits to my pookie wookums for the cover.

The Home of HORROR

I started remembering and documenting my dreams in January so I'm going to publish them and add on overtime. Hopefully they can also be used to inspire ideas for other people to continue and/or remix the story. Please credit me and send me your version if you were inspired by my dreams and used them as a base! They are pretty weird so bare with me please💀 Everyone in my dreams will remain unknown since I have obviously changed their names. Enjoy❤️

me as a cook

I believe in being yourself at all times and this explains why I think you should in the simplest terms that I could put it in.

"Chambers of The Heart" is an evocative journey through the myriad shades of love, a poetry collection that delves deep into the heart's labyrinth. Each poem is a heartbeat, pulsating with the raw emotions of love found, love lost, and love's rebirth. From the dizzying heights of seduction to the abyss of heartbreak, this book captures the insanity of love's grip, and the tranquil wisdom found in healing. The verses weave a tapestry of passion, exploring love's intricate complexities with a tender touch that both burns and soothes. This anthology is not just a book; it's a companion for the soul, a mirror reflecting the universal truths of love's eternal dance. Embrace the beauty, endure the pain, and emerge transformed with "Chambers of The Heart" This book is also available for purchase on Amazon.

This will be a series of Poems and Stories some old I writen on paper a long time ago and some new . .enjoy. ⚠️ warning the Story Poems ahead can get dark and macabre and very abstract .

Poems that you might like to dip into. Places my brain has wandered when reflecting on the past. Ongoing work. New piece each week.

Doesn't matter how much physical freedom you obtain, if your mind isn't free you will forever be in chains.

How do you shuck corn? Do you do it...delicately? Do you peel back a single layer at a time, slowly, as not to let the husk break? Or do you grab tight of those fragile hairs at the top and pull with all your might until the husk is clean off, the cob exposed? When you pour water, do you do it slowly? Or do you torment the surface lying below with the threatening waters, soon to be flooded down onto the unsuspecting surface? When you eat, do you take your time, and have patience? Or do you grab your utensils and dig in until left with a full belly to deal with? When you break a person, do you talk to them, soothe them, comfort them. Do you take precautions; keep a steady pace with them? Or do you break-and-enter their lives and get the breaking part over with as soon as you can? When you wear a mask, do you hide behind it? Or make yourself extraordinary?

A killer is after 16 year old Olivia and has been for nearly 2 years. She is once again forced to once again move towns. This time she may not be able to escape him. The new town will come with a closed off badass Liam Andrews. Will they catch him? Or will she live in fear? *DISCLAIMER* this story contains mature content such as swearing, drug and alcohol use and rape. read at own risk. Do not copy this work

A series of poems describing the aspects of a life lived. A walk in the wilderness with a shovel can reveal some amazing truths about who you are.