Apathetic Stories

A book of contemporary poems written about different things within life.

He's beyond perfect. His domineering presence is undeniably formidable as he stood tall and proud towering all over us. He has a sleek hair that shines like silver it radiates a dainty source of light. When he smirks, it's wicked - enticing yet devilish. Everyone might find themselves get enthralled and he seems obviously aware of it. . . • ° • • ° • • ° • Under his mercy. . . Such a wonderful morning to behold. He will never forget her panic-driven face. Wrapping his arms around her - touching, enjoying and taking all advantage. The moment he cradled her, there's an overwhelming spark it strangely struck him all over. He felt her warmth - her genuine heart. Without hesitations, she clinged into him as her safe refuge. This is - He didn't expect this. He didn't want this. He just wants to play! * * * * * * * * * Faithfully sworn a sacred oath. . . Attaining ascension, destroying a curse . . . However, upon reaching a long-awaited chance, intention becomes a burden and oath is meant to be broken. When emotion hazes a resolute mind, resisting becomes a struggle. Bordering between oath and love, does altering the fate defeats an inevitable? Does heart prevails and strong enough to endure?

apathy /ˈapəθi/ noun lack of interest, enthusiasm, or concern. art is not mine 11 5 20 - 11 5 20

Stories that aren't stories about the bad persons who are not bad - Flaws - Dirt - Imperfection - Odiousness - Unpelasantry - Lust - Hate - Bad - Lost - Apathy - Stupor - Weltschmerz

❝𝕴𝖘 𝖎𝖙 𝖘𝖚𝖈𝖍 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖙𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖓 𝖒𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖉𝖎𝖉?❞ He wanted silence. She refused to die quietly. A wandering Uchiha becomes the host to something worse than a demon- a dead girl who won't stop whispering in his head. No chakra. No power. Just rotting memories, stolen thoughts, and a voice that feels like home. But the deeper she seeps into him, the harder it becomes to remember who the body really belongs to. And only one can survive. Or neither. - 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝘊𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐬: 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝: 01/09/2022 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝: 12/05/2026 ╰┈➤✎ under editing

As another workday draws to a close, forced interactions of coworkers out to save a few bucks by carpooling face the harrowing pains of small talk... and then some.

Mist is a 17- nearly 18- year old boy. He goes to Willow high, a school for supernaturals. But there is one problem Mist faces; He doesn't know what species he is. He's tried research but nothing matches him. His parents died after he was born so he's all alone, except his 2 friends, alex and Esmerelda.

Random poems from random notebooks from random fits of love, lust, hunger, rage, drinking, drugs, and pain. Read on! Join me at the bottom of the rabbit hole where the real fun is anyway.

Come one come all, see the awkwardness of Trasheedo. I'll be putting whatever I want in this book I guess so enjoy.

Alex is coming to a new school in a new home, and little does he know he's going to be raising Hell with the little scarf he wears to hide his neck. He didn't want anyone to see the scars, and he didn't care about the people around him. That was before Jared, though. That was while he was still on his meds. Boyxboy, high school, mute. Never going anywhere sorry guys.

just a love story to fill the gaping hole in my chest trigger warning: depression, suicidal thoughts, abuse (emotional and sexual), possibly drugs

Meaningless short stories. All character and events are fictional, unless you are certain they have happened to you or someone you know.

Micha has a seemingly debilitating power: He can see and feel the pain of anyone his skin touches. After being thrown out by his family on his twelth birthday two years ago, Micha is learning to cope with what he sees and differentiate other's realities versus his own while having no family and no true home.

With a picture you can capture many things. You can capture the past, the present, but... can you capture the future. Ever since I woke up I've always wondered that, I've always wondered how that would be possible, but then I realized that I could just take a picture of the person I want to be, and I realize that this doesn't make sense but if I could always see that picture maybe, just maybe I could be motivated enough to reach there. Unfortunately, as I would soon figure out, that's not how the world works. Not at all.

All his life, All his tries, All his failures, Result to one thing and one thing only. He will never, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 float free. No matter the universe, no matter the attempts, He, Tommy Innes Rosales Caddel. His story will always result in a sick, 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧 twist. He will be the marionette everyone deceives just by tearing his heart apart, Physically 𝙖𝙣𝙙 Mentally. 𝙔𝙚𝙩, 𝙃𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙣𝙤 𝙥𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝. ᕼᗴ ᗯIᒪᒪ ᖴIᑎᗪ ᗩ ᗯᗩY TO ᖴOOᒪ YOᑌᖇ ᗪIᘜᑎITY.