Истории Lonesome

Thea Nightingale and Rory Clark were playing a dangerous game when the two lonesome souls were only waiting for the other to run away. They knew it was bound to happened since they were, after all, doomed from the very beginning when he had offered her a life she didn't know she wanted. When he had wanted more from her than she was willing to give. All there was left to do was wait and see who was the winner and the loser. The loser being the one that got away. The winner being the one who stayed. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED @LONELYCSTARR ****could be read as a stand-alone****

Why'd Danny do it?

I looked up at the bright hue of a light engulfing the pink cool afternoon summer skies. The cool breeze engulfs me like a blanket making my overgrown pieces Of front hair slowly stick on to my forehead. The sound of nearby traffic softly starts humming in my ear making me wonder if they always sounded so distant and yonder from 8 stories high. Oddly enough, I can't seem to recall how it felt before when I've climbed up these stairs to get to the vacated top, Which is quite odd considering the countless times I've strolled these stairs to catch up with the many tenants of the building for the past three or four years. I slowly close my eyes only to feel a loud thump from within. The soft beating on my chest gently starts to intensify to the point I start hearing it ringing in my ears. The background noise starts to steadily fade away like an echo that looses its voice when making its way through a dark hollowed out tunnel. I always pondered at the thought of how they say there's light at the end of the tunnel. How can there be any light if there's only one opening and a closed off bolted hinged door on the other side. Not all tunnels have an opening in the end. Some close off, some don't even go that long and some well, some they just end up falling apart. Looking down my polished black shoes look stable against the broken cement railing. The wind rustles my striped tie, almost as if irritably waiting for me to falter and take one last step like a hopeless king in a game of chess, dismally checkmated with nowhere to go. As I stare off into the pink skies a reminiscence of my past flies in front of me like a fast forwarded movie reel. My breathing slowly becomes labored and a prickling sensation on my skin warns me from doing the unthinkable. I feel a buzz from my left pocket its vibration pulsating through me. Too late to decide otherwise or look back now. I hold my breath and I close my eyes. All of a sudden I'm at peace. At peace with my self.

Struggling and striving doesn't bring me down, but loneliness does.

a lone wolf who is mistreated due to his strange fur

A far place in the Alaskan Wilderness we follow a force to be reckoned with in a world gone mad. Nature against us, cold temperatures, and storms that god feared Welcome to Great Bass, Alaska founded in 1961.

poetry

here lies my thoughts, the untold ones. the ones that most people cannot see coming from me. and i know its not just me who feels this way -anon

numerical thought rushing into a young man where does it lead ? we will find it out with him

A boy discovers the secret of astral projection and breaks free from his body, only to face the daunting challenge of navigating his new, limitless existence. As he explores the vastness of the universe, he must confront the inevitable loneliness of immortality and his uncertain future.

We don't have the rights to change the purpose of living. We were meant to destroy it. That was our purpose. That was the point of our existence. Us Ephorics, We only did as we were told as obedient servants to our creaters. This is the rule that we've been living for the past 2 deacdes.. To bring human catastrophe is our rule.. so is yours. __________ Set in a old fashioned Era where Magic and Knights are a norm. And Kuroko is imprisoned in a young age This story contains amateur writing. Beginning chapters are a bit sudden, but plot will eventually shape. I dont own kuroko no basuke or images used. I only own the story and nothing more follows.

This is a collection of poems I have written throughout the years. I am not a poet but I do enjoy dabbling.

yee, it's my bio. XD

"Your life falls apart when everything you've loved has forcibly been taken away from you. You lose your sanity, your will to do anything, and your capability to trust and love those around you. No one can help you but yourself" William Deighton was afraid of love and the constant truth that haunted him in his life. Many around him reminded him of what he has become and what he has lost because of himself. For a long time, he has been drowning in darkness. Will he be able to save himself?

Sometimes being cooped up makes you depressed. But sometimes I'm a good way. Chapter two will be a list of thoughts.

Just a little poem I wrote, please enjoy.

A short poem about a solitary girl who has almost gone numb ever since he left her. She doesn't know what to feel anymore, as she is left in a hollow island.