Negativity Stories

A pearl too small to fit in, an alien betrayed by his own people, a peridot punished for being too kind, and a separated couple. These apparently unconnected characters will end being linked up by the consequences of an event that will ultimately trigger the unveiling of Homeworld's most well hidden secrets. This story is a Steven Universe fan fiction that wants to create an alternative point of view on the original show without changing the canon events. For that, I use big amounts of speculation to fill the gaps the show left when it ended. The action is presented in short chapters and is told almost entirely told from my original characters perspective, the one of gems, and some other alien races, curious about their existance, their origins, and their possibilities beyond serving their superiors. I assume you've seen the cartoon before reading this fanfiction. Beware of the spoilers if you haven't seen all Steven Universe, the Movie, and Future.

random poems about anger, or just stuff that makes me angry any feedback appreciated cheers x

I'mma Writer, So i Write Duh !!

I changed this to a suicide quotation book. It's easier for me to update this way.

A collection of words that will make you smile, cry, think and maybe, not just exist but live.

How selfish can I be? We'll see..

This book contains what i felt ,imagined , thought on different things as poems. Mostly were written during boring maths and physics lessons. dont worry there nothing on those subjects.

Just my feelings. I just write everything here. Positive? Negative? Depends on my day. Basically my diary 😂

short stories and poems

With her fingertips, she traced the smooth, darkened skin under his eyes. "Eyebags," she noted. "I've been thinking," he murmured, "of you. The shadow of my thoughts is the ink which stains them." She paused and gazed right into those distant pupils, "maybe it's best for me to leave. For us to be apart. Our broken love etches too deep a scar to heal." His eyes fluttered shut, like the faint sparks of ignited newspaper clippings gradually dying out. "Nothing can remove the shadow of us," he breathed, "it's stencilled onto my heart." She let her hand fall until it hanged limp by her sides. His lips quivered for a fraction of a second and his eyelids opened again, "I'll never let go. It will always be a silhouette of us against the crumbling world." "Maybe we are the crumbled world," she whispered. One person: IS Loving. Throw in another and you'll get ARE Loving. Present Progressive. Some poems are from my other anthology, but I just categorised it here since it is part of the "same event."

WARNING: SUICIDE AND DEPRESSION The mind has the ability to corrupt a person. What you feed is what you think. DISCLAIMER: I do not own any visuals

Season 1: Broly was sent to Earth instead of Kakarot. Forced to live on Earth while trying to find a way to get his revenge. But before that, he has to find a way to live and fit in on this new planet he arrived on. Friend's, family, and loved ones have changed him, so his pursuit of finding Frieza was put on hold as life in this new world has slowly washed away his anger but not his hate. Season 2: After Broly loses his lover, he thinks that he lost everything because he was her closest friend for about thirteen years. He thought that he let Azazel down, so he started to run away and never return to his home until unexpected happened will test him that his hopeless life will fight for his right but something is unexpectedly happening as the world is collided into one, and new evil was born, escaped from the seal making another invasion, will Broly stopped them all with the help of the Doom Slayer and the members of Legion of Doom Warning: I didn't own any characters in High School DxD, League of Legends, Dragon Ball Super, Bendy and the Ink Machine Five nights at Freddy's, Friday Night Funkin, Hazbin Hotel, My Little Pony: Equestria Girls, Miraculous Ladybug, Doom Eternal, Helltaker Undertale, Five nights at Freddy's: Security Breach and Doki Doki Literature Club Also, the original author was LiquidWrath from Fanfiction net and this story belonged to him. Jeffric is an OC created by Kray98. Any pictures or videos or even music videos are not mines, they belonged to the lovely artist, whoever they are. Disclaimer: "This story belongs to Liquid's wrath and it's not my original story I just want to credit his work to make it more improved and continue his story that he makes."

letters to myself

"Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards." - Soren Kierkegaard If Kierkegaard is correct, then it must be equally true that by examining life backwards, one can significantly improve the life that lies ahead - forwards. Utilising self-reflection, I have undertaken a painful observation of the common - and uncommon - experiences of my life, and extracted from those experiences lessons which I believe are of utility to all individuals and which, upon your viewing of the reflections within, I sincerely hope will be of utility to you. I am dedicating the content within to notable historical figures of my life, including my past self.

A curse; a feeling that gets worse With the passage of time... Treat it, before you get eaten away.

A book filled to the brim with quotes of all kinds. Some positive, some negative. This book will be updated daily so keep an eye out for them. Note: The quotes listed in each chapter do not belong to me, rather to their respective owners. Unless stated otherwise.

It wasn't fate, it was me. It was my decision to do it. No one will ever understand why I did what I did, but I do. That's all that matters to me This time it wasn't out of pity for myself and my shitty life. It was out of pure sorrow. The loss of a loved one is more then painful. It rips all the life right out of your body, and I wasn't ready to go through that yet another time. *Trigger Warning*

"Stay my wrath from the people I love.Prevent unnecessary fights caused by misunderstanding" This is the creed I live by. Even though I've become a deadly man, my identity remains the same. I am Elias H. Rorke. And this is my story.

Not a story, just me and my diary...