Nothingness Stories

written by c.

Enya and I . . . we're just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

does anything really matter? This is a fight between pessimism and optimism

its a haiku about fire. whats more to say?

A poem (that will hopefully have some siblings soon) about the tiredness and emptiness of life.

**Introduction for the reader: Fairly inspired by some article-writing exercise I had in English and the Fountain. I had an old wattpad account but I was 13 and it was a recognition flop, apparently I was also from Los Angeles and THE NAME WAS MY XBOX USERNAME BACK THEN PLS DON'T MAKE FUN OK, I was 13 that's child abuse, I guess?¿ There's only one story there, and it's shit (in retrospect), but you can read it at user:"iapexsparks" or at: https://www.wattpad.com/48484678-salvation-short-story **Description (for Part 1:) A boy named Damian, four, who has recently moved to Australia with his family, is struck with the realities of adult life too early... yet he's learned to cope. This first part details how he handles the degeneration of his family, and how he handles the muddy pond of melancholy and misery his life is wallowing in. Although the "Lake" itself has been merely covered, a lot more about the fantastical world it inspirits will follow. A coming of age, heavily-descriptive story -more of like depicting a painting, if that makes sense-, that will be divided into multiple installments. The story does not include any expansive themes at a given time, but instead focuses on the emotions, and the tiny tidbits that effectively contribute to delivering the realism of the moments the characters live. P.S. I changed all "mama"s to "mum"s because abbas hinted it sounds like Forrest Gump and I can't get that image out of my head

Aleya is just a normal 7th grader with friends, drama and a deep hatred of school. Then one day she wakes up and everything is gone. In a world of nothingness how will Aleya cope all alone. Will she ever see another person ever again. Read on to find out.

In the beginning, it who is nothing is the one who started everything.

don't bother reading, just a waste of your time.... and the category is just nothing... actually my feeling and thoughts... some unimportant topics

Thoughts of a lost soul and a wandering mind with a compass heart. A collection of poems and scribbles. --credits to the owner of the picture. :)

these are my poems,newly written,poems can be interpreted differently to everyone,it can be sad,it can be strange

Some random poetry -some angst, love, happiness and maybe life-

Art, music, videos, and other stuff!!!

Im bored.

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A rainbow of feelings I would go through everyday; sometimes happiness so good as if I'm on cloud nine, sometimes depression so much ,feels I would be better in hell... sometimes feeling nothing,just nothing,as if a ghost wandering unseen ..

There comes a point, in your life, when you realize that later has come, tomorrow was yesterday, and the rest of your life is wasting away. That is the moment in which you must make a decision. Yourself or your family? A compromise, possibly? Are you working on your dream? Can you go after it? Do you own a dog? Have you found the one? What about your high school reunion? Have you been to that? Are you happy? Do you know what it means? Sometimes, some people realize that everything they've been working for during their lifetime is pointless. I suppose you could call this a mid-life crisis. But often, the so-called crisis is anything but that. The sudden change in lifestyle could be for their own benefit. Maybe it doesn't increase their overall happiness, but maybe it simply erases something toxic. These crises are what keeps the world interesting. Some people are meant to destroy good things to show the world there's more.