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This is a fan fiction about the roblox game, BlockTales! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Achievements #4th in Words - 21/11/2025

Midnight Poems is a collection of raw, haunting thoughts-written in the quiet hours when sleep won't come and the dark feels a little too honest. These aren't your typical love poems. They're messy, aching, and sometimes a bit twisted. If you've ever stayed up too late thinking about everything and nothing, this book is for you.

A compilation of poetry written by Esme Emerald :Expressing about my wonderful imagination with the purest heart I've ever had.

The voice of those who struggle to express themselves...

How can Kakashi help Araile when she gets bullied by a group of boys?

Front cover art ain't mine • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • · · A Fanfiction based on the roblox game, BlockTales! This is the new version of a previous fanfic that includes the rewrite of the lore. However, the one containing the old lore is still up :D

بعض الاقتباسات لا تُقرأ، بل تُعاش. وهذا الكتاب ليس إلا انعكاسًا لتلك اللحظات التي وجدتُ فيها نفسي بين سطور لم تُكتب لي... لكنها أصابتني بدقّة.

𝗣𝗼𝗲𝗺 : 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗠𝘆 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝑾𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒖𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒚, "𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅." 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅. ---- 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗚𝗜𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗠 𝗜𝗦 𝗔 𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗠𝗘! • It is an act of stealing or presenting other's work or ideas and claiming them as yours, with or without their consent. PLEASE DON'T COPY MY WORKS. THANK YOU. - 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚𝙙 - ©𝖶𝗈𝗋𝖽𝗌𝖥𝗈𝗋𝖬𝗒𝖶𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖠𝗅𝗅 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗋𝗏𝖾𝖽 2023 𝖻𝗒: @𝖼𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗌𝗍_𝗆

Ever truly wondered what it's like to be someone else? Not just to walk a mile in their shoes, but to feel the very beat of their heart, the weight of their secrets, the rush of their triumphs? When I Stepped Into Your Skin is an invitation to do just that. This deeply human poetry collection peels back the layers of judgment and distance, offering raw, intimate glimpses into lives both familiar and profoundly unknown. Imagine inhabiting the skin of someone you've always admired, finally understanding the quiet battles behind their brilliance. Or perhaps feeling the invisible struggles of the person you barely notice, discovering the rich tapestry of emotion woven into their everyday. Each poem is a fearless leap of empathy, a moment where the 'I' dissolves into the 'you,' revealing the fear, joy, resilience, and loneliness that bind us all.

A compilation of all my poems about Love, Life and my Existence.

I did not want to lose you. I still do not.

A private hell.

words don't write themselves Instead, they grow and bloom in the minds of us all

_Crimson Whispers_ In a city that never truly sleeps, secrets bleed in the dark. ඇය - අඳුරු ලෝකයකට අයිති, හිමිකම් කියන්න බැරි අතීතයක් තියෙන කෙනෙක්. ඇය - හදවත වසාගෙන ජීවත් වෙන, ආදරේට විශ්වාස නැති කෙනෙක්. එක් රැයක අහම්බු හමුවීමක්, නිහඬ බැල්මක්... එතනින් පටන් ගන්නවා රහස් හඩවල්. ආදරය මෙහි මෘදු නැහැ. එය උණුසුම්, වේදනාකාරී, රතු පාට. ඒක හදවතට රහසේ කතා කරන Crimson Whisper එකක්. But when love is born in the shadows... Will it survive the light? නැත්තම්, ඒ ආදරේ රතු ලේ වගේම තවත් කෙනෙකුට වේදනාවක් වෙයිද?

❛❛ 𝘤'𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘮𝘢 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦 .ᐟ ❜❜ 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 cherie publishes her silly poems because that's life, my dear. cover by the talented miss @ swannluvr !

Just some thoughts, feelings and things I'll never actually tell anyone. -Or some sentences that I don't even relate to but I wrote for funsies :) (English isn't my first language so beware! xd)

Just some thoughts penned down to become feelings. Words Written Are Heard Better Than Words Whispered. ^_^ #11 in poetry 30/09/2017 #13 in poetry 25/09/2017

We've all heard the tale of the kidnapped princess who is rescued by the handsome prince, but let's add a twist: the princess is unable to speak, and the dashing prince is replaced by a simple goatherd. Princess Mirabel, the mute princess of Lucerne. Tomas, the lowly goatherd from Pommern. When Mirabel is kidnapped only a month before her wedding, carried far from her home, Tomas is the only one who can help her return. But, with her unable to speak, and him unable to read, how will they communicate? And, perhaps more importantly, how will she manage to return home and stop the war brewing on the horizon? (current cover made by the wonderful @perfumedviolets_)

Front Cover art isn't mine • . ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁꒰ঌ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆· · ─ ·✶· ─ · ·⋆⋅☆⋅⋆·໒꒱ ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. • · · This is an entry to the ONC (Open Novella Contest) 2026 This story uses prompt 6 - 'While researching the myths of a lost civilization, you discover a forgotten God of mischief. After exploring their ancient temple, strange coincidences and uncanny events begin to follow you. Something from the deity has touched your life and now you must figure out what it wants' - with a slight adjustment so rather than researching the civilization, it is researching the God instead.

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