Restless Stories

Rose and Jack's thoughts as they lay in bed after dancing together below decks. Titanic.

An unearthed skeleton begins shifting around an abandoned dig site, leaving eerie tracks and signs of movement as a malevolent presence awakens and seeks those who disturbed its burial.

I actually feel like I may be losing my mind. A lot of people say this and I have said it many times before but, this time, I’m putting it in writing and I think, actually …that I might be losing my fucking mind. The slightest ability like knowing what is real seems to be getting more and more difficult. There is a pressure on the mousetrap that has become my spiraling brain and there are big smelly, hairy, rats that have crawled out of the cesspool, sniffing and nibbling at the cheese. The spring is dying to fly loose, to do the thing it was designed to do and release its pressure. As soon as the cheese that is carved in the shape of you is tampered with in a negligent way. When it snaps I’m afraid I can’t be held completely responsible for the outcome. If I don’t kill some rats I will, at least, make them feel some of the pain that caused that fucking trap to be built in the first place and the cheese….hey fuck that cheese, it shouldn’t have been fucking around in the trap in the first place. So if you have some way to make those god damn rats crawl back into the gutter from whence they came, now would be a most excellent time to make that happen. Maybe then I can attempt to carefully disassemble the mechanism that makes the trap work. To tickle the cheese free from the latch and get a grasp of the arm so I can slowly, gently, kindly, with great care and strength take the pressure off the spring so that I can render it un-armed. Then and only then is it going to be possible to consider the possibility of deconstructing the trap altogether. Unless of course, you crawl your cheesy ass back into the middle off that motherfucker again before I can get it disarmed, then all bets are off! So in the best interest of everybody involved I think I will just go to Taco Bell and perhaps I can bury the trap beneath the wreckage of innocent cows and eventually the spring will be held at bay by the weight of that which can fill the empty hole where the trap resides….perhaps

ᴋʏᴏᴋᴀ ᴊɪʀᴏᴜ ɪs ᴀ 24 ʏ/ᴏ ᴄᴏʟʟᴇɢᴇ sᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴀ ᴊᴜɴɪᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ᴍᴀᴊᴏʀs ɪɴ ᴍᴜsɪᴄ & ᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴋʏᴏᴋᴀ ɪsɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ᴘᴏᴘᴜʟᴀʀ ᴀᴍᴏɴɢsᴛ ʜᴇʀ ɢʀᴀᴅᴇ ʙᴜᴛ sʜᴇ's ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʟᴍᴏsᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜᴘᴘᴇʀᴄʟᴀssᴍᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜɴɪᴏʀs ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴇʀ sᴏ sʜᴇ ᴛᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʜᴀɴɢ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ sᴇɴɪᴏʀs ᴍᴀɪɴʟʏ ʜᴇʀ ʙᴇsᴛ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏᴜʏᴀ ᴛᴏᴅᴏʀᴏᴋɪ(ᴅᴀʙɪ) ᴛᴏɢᴀ ʜɪᴍɪᴋᴏ ᴛᴇɴᴋᴏ sʜɪᴍᴜʀᴀ(sʜɪɢᴀʀᴀᴋɪ) ᴊɪɴ ʙᴜʙᴀɪɢᴀᴡᴀʀᴀ(ᴛᴡɪᴄᴇ) ᴀᴛsᴜʜɪʀᴏ sᴀᴋᴏ(ᴄᴏᴍᴘʀᴇss) ʙᴜᴛ ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ sᴄᴇɴᴄᴇs ᴋʏᴏᴋᴀ ᴛᴀᴋᴇs ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʀᴏʟᴇ ᴀ ᴍᴀsᴋᴇᴅ sɪɴɢᴇʀ ᴋɴᴏᴡɴ ᴀs 𝕽𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 ××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××××× College AU No Quirks AU F*ta Kyoka AU BakuJirou Cousins AU TogaBaku Siblings AU Secret Singer Jirou AU No M*neta AU

A collection of short essays and poems for the wanderer in all of us, rudderless and rushing about.

In a forgotten village, archaeologists uncover skulls with iron nails driven through them. As they investigate, a dark force stirs - one the nails were meant to imprison, not destroy. Disturbing the dead was a mistake. Now, something ancient and unfinished has begun to awaken.

A skull unearthed from damp soil awakens a cursed ground that hungers for the living, dragging all who disturb it into the depths of its endless darkness.

[DISCLAIMER: I OWN NOTHING! (Except the story XD)] Shingeki No Kyojin/Attack on Titan, Eremika Fanfiction. Some Eremika fluff I wrote taking place after Anime Episode 25 (Manga Chapter 34) in the Survey Corps barracks. Poor Eren can't sleep, and he needs a certain someone to comfort him. Rated K+ Shipping: Eremika Date Written: January 26th, 2016

Lost and lonely I was taken.... to a place that was forsaken...

A chilling tale of an ancient mummy whose flawless wrappings conceal a restless, malevolent presence-whispering, shifting, and haunting all who dare disturb its tomb.

A tomb reveals a human skeleton buried beside a monstrous beast. At night the grave shifts, the creature stirs, and by morning the human remains are gone-carried away as the sound of phantom hooves echoes across the desert.

This is a fanfic book where I make a ton of Suance Scenarios to where Suaki and Lance end up kissing or just dating. This is just a random book please don't take it seriously ;3 Characters are from Lufflas' book Restless Sound

A skull with a golden tongue spreads a suffocating silence, consuming voices and transforming its discoverers into mute victims bound to its curse.

Just a few thoughts on my mind. Part 1.

The beginning of my poetry anthology.

The mind can be many things. Curious to see where it leads, having more questions than answers. As a worker in mind, everyone has a job here. The question is how long would it take to either lose your mind or get permanently fired from the one thing you're good at? Find out by reading, "Working in the Mind". And be careful not to trip over any loose wires :)

((Look at how dramatic past me kinda made this description)) //older poems are kinda shit// Same old empty feelings. So I've tried writing poetry now.. Mostly more on the sad side, but I am not you, the reader, and pain and beauty are viewed differently by different people. You may read beauty. You may read nothing but dark pain. Perhaps you don't read it, but live it. What ever it is that you do, what you feel, please enjoy. Enjoy your single flicker of consciousness. Also please share. And comment. -older poems on here might be kinda terrible, just warning you- Have a good life, you, the reader, have a good life. //also if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, please comment so I can edit them//

Ignorance draws a line....unperturbed by the limits so carelessly crossed.... This one is specially for the ones who felt bullied. So much more to you, than their words....