Ribcage storie

Have you ever wondered if your soul is truly valuable? If you, somehow, will be remembered after you vanish in firm air? What about the Hollow Hearted People? Are they going to be remembered? What about the Hollow Minded Ones? Will they preserve their ignorance? *This may be triggering for some. I suggest discretion. Mainly posses the content here. Influenced by outsiders... No big deal.* •Try me out. It's worth it, I promise.•

A mountain ridge reveals enormous, warm, living ribs embedded in the stone-an ancient, slumbering colossus whose heartbeat begins to shake the peak as it slowly wakes beneath the mist.

An Andy Black short story from the lyric " Emptiness is safe, keep it that way."

NOT EDITED!!! for a friend so if it never says completed dont be surprised i dont intend on finishing this unless i have great ass ideas plot; Batez grew up in a place called cracknival city. They lived in a fairly decent sized neighborhood. They lived next door to someone called Ribcage. Batez and Ribcage used to be best friends as children. Sadly they have drifted away and are now 'enemies'. They only became enemies because ribcage decided he didn't want to be friends anymore. Anyways. There is not much left to explain just gotta see where this story goes. Have a nice read! :D #109 in 'cool' 18/6/21 #28 in 'abigail' 17/6/21 #63 in 'cool' 19/6/21 #60 in 'cool' 20/6/21

"Hearts are wild creatures, that is why our ribs are cages." They both young and reckless. Fragile little flame of young love; madly in love. They are toxic and poison to each others mind. From all those kisses they shared, one of it is their last. And they wouldn't know. Cover by @soundthealarm

Just a true story that happened not to long ago with me

Beware of plastic friend

"Turn your demons Into art, your shadow into a friend, your fear into fuel, your failures into teachers, & your weaknesses Into reasons to keep fighting. Don't waste your pain. Recycle your heart."

sometimes the strongest roots grow from deep within. [lowercase intended]

This is a story of solving problems. If you guys comment on the word andys real name i will answer ur comment soon after. Thanks for coming here and also enjoy.

A buried skeleton with a fractured skull is unearthed, its ribcage pulsing like a living thing-by nightfall, those who touched it feel something knocking from inside their own chests.

robert chase x male reader one shot book. no women, no exceptions

this is an emo thing. ITS ALL JOKES GOD DANGIT