Vast Stories

[Ceci est une fanfiction Dismas X Murrit , ils ne m'appartiennent pas , ce sont des personnages de Vast Error . Il est probable que je ne les fasses pas correctement et je vous prie de m'en excuser] Comme vous le savez probablement Dismas déteste Murrit , c'est une évidence , ils devraient être Kismesis , et si je ne m'abuse ils l'ont étaient . Hors il est plus qu'évident que Murrit aime Dismas , en tant que Matesprit . Je veux dire , déjà c'était montré sur le schéma des relations . Et ensuite Murrit a un putain de dakimakura Dismas ! Et bien [et la on respecte plus trop le canon désolé XD] Murrit a décidé de faire du rentre dedans à Dismas , de toute manière il peux pas empirer leur relation ...... Si ?

because i hate myself and im reverting back to my middle school fandom phases. i am going backwards in the evolutionary chain that is life.

In "Beneath the Still Ones," a lone diver descends into the deep to witness sleeping whales suspended vertically in eerie stillness. But as the whales awaken, their silent formation becomes a slow, encircling ritual-one that reveals the ocean never truly sleeps, and not all watchers return to the surface.

It was a space from which I couldn't escape.

Inspired by the world of DnD, this story follows four characters as they make their way through life, which has suddenly taken a drastically different course. A massive surge in power destroyed the largest Kingdom in the world, and was frozen in time before more harm could be done. Meanwhile, a small hole has appeared in the world's largest mountain, and anybody who went inside was never seen again. Interesting.

A collection of prose

Short stories to warm your hearth if you ever feel down.

"What is it that scares you so much?", he asked and turned my head to face him. I closed my eyes in fear of seeing his disappointment. I didn't want to stand his saying. I couldn't. "I love you, Dad!" "... so much I just don't know how to show you." With a little taste of Toothcup at the beginning. (c) Dreamworks

Because at the end of the day, we are all like the endless array of stars that light up that beautiful night sky.

The smallest of thoughts which haunt me, sketched out for all to see. Take each sentence with grace.

.void.

In his freshman year Moon finds himself being forced to stalk someone. It turns out that in the process he gets himself involved in an endless game. The game would either save his life or make him a slave of it. It all depends on how careful he is to insure that he doesn't fall in love with his otherwise triple-faced nearly rival.

There is a vast between the two of us. A large void filled with confusion, admiration, and ultimately hate. This slithering darkness crawls into every orifice of our interactions and poisons our minds, making us act irrational. Never mind I used to look up to him. I saw him as unattainable, a hero. And there. Right there. I almost had his hand in mine and then it wasn't. It repeats through my head constantly. /-/-/-/

A mixture of emotion and experience, a look into my head.

Some of my poems. I can't say if they're 'dark' or 'light' if you know what I mean, because there is a mixture.. But I must warn you; I mainly right poetry when I'm a leetle depressed... So you have been warned.. :L