Happiness is a myth I was never meant to believe in, so I write about the things that stay; pain, ghosts, and the weight of emptiness.
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Stories by TrashPanda
Void
A collection of quiet sorrows, lost moments, and unspoken words. These poems carry the weight of longing and...
Bloodstained Masterpieces
In the city of Valbar, a series of brutal murders sends shockwaves through the art community. Detective Naomi...
Silent Screams
Collection of horrors to creep you out and rot your stomach during the thundering nights