Visceral Stories

Following the events surrounding Sara's death and his uneasy return, Oliver Queen soon discovers that another vigilante has set his sights on purging crime from Starling City. No matter the cost. (Arrow fanfic. Olicity stuff, bromanace, babies, love, heartbreak, and fighting...the usual arrow stuff. Part 1-3)

The Deposed Amazon is a dark and cutting poem about the fall of a heroine who was once a symbol of honor and courage. In visceral verses, the poetic voice traces the loss of fire, faith, and will-the transformation of a warrior into a wandering shell, drifting through an uncertain future. Images of blunted swords, soldiers without a cause, and desires that consume the soul form an elegy to shattered bravery and the cost of wanting everything. Read slowly; feel every cut; ask yourself what remains when glory fades.

In the distant future, there is no hope. There is only chaos. I was not given a choice but I will take my choice, by force if I must.

A collection of poems I wrote so that it would leave me alone. Some of these should have stayed in my head Read if you're not afraid to feel something.

Una serie de catastróficas DICHAS. Huracanes de emociones. Amor poético y visceral. Sentimientos puros y genuinos. Luces y sombras. Historias de héroes a corazón abierto. Mi historia, tu historia.

Unimportant poems.

For years, I believed I was delusional. That Brookmoor-my town, my home-was just a figment of a broken mind. That my husband, my life in the U.S., had never existed at all. Everyone said I made it up. That I confabulated an entire past. But now, something has resurfaced. A broadcast. A name. A memory made real. This is the story of my fight to prove that I wasn't crazy... that somewhere, Brookmoor was real-and maybe still is.

An Amnesia fan made story. This story is a twist on the original story. Follow Daniel as he lives an alternate life and chooses a different path to follow. However, things turn into a living nightmare as he learns the truths of the world. He decides that he too needs to know everything About the real world that he resides in.

Letters unsent to readers unknown for reasons unsaid.

When a man's decaying world finally turns against him, his insides take matters into their own hands. 🩸 In a surreal journey of flesh and filth, the boundaries between nightmare and reality blur, leaving him to face the sinister aftermath of what happens when the body decides to revolt. 😱🫀

I am Vy. I am banished. I am lightning. Vy is born and subsequently banished from her home. She falls and falls beyond any reasonable velocity through space and time until she hits the ground with quite a splat. Not knowing why or how anything has happened, she put a shaky foot in front of the other for a blood soaked journey. Note: this is the first story I've really taken any time to write, this is my rough draft, so it will probably be terrible, but I think I have a story worth telling. Note2:I will include a song with the YouTube video function that, I think encapsulates the tone of the part. Probably will be rock/metal but I'm positive there will be exceptions. I also made a Spotify play list of the same title as this story songs are in the order of parts: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/3q64qVCKHgjExGMK23ABmE?si=vFQz531vQBCMm91VQwOQDw Note3: please feel free to leave some criticism, and vote on my story if you like. My fragile ego appreciates it.

A young boy with mental problems obsessed with one of his classmates, driven crazy by the things he's gone through and willing to do anything to get the love of the girl he is attracted to, even giving her hell to achieve it.

{ One bed...and it's haunted } ~ warning : The following material is drawn off real life encounters & events. This is a story of fear, fever, and the strange moments when reality trembles just beyond grasp. #witwcontest 《 wattpad short story contest 》

Winner of 2016 PROJECTWD Award, Paranormal category, on Wattpad. A hunky carpenter plans to adopt six kids -- IF he can convince authorities that he is not crazy. He isn't. His teapot really DOES talk! This is a funny way to build a family!

Flash Fiction. As his father was dying decorated with the cries of agony from his brother and blood, The boy, couldn't process it. The only thing he was thinking was a clock was falling down.

In a fog-shrouded field, a skull with a perfect circular cut in its crown begins to open, revealing something alive within.

Ansel fights to defend himself from the Mageguard Rangers sent to capture him and return him to his training camp.