Repressed storie

From the struggle of being too emotional, and too emotionless. Cover art by dogpu.tumblr.com Any art involved is not mine

In the land of Estell, at the beginning of a famine, our Little Red Riding Hood Hinata stumbles upon The Big Bad Wolf Oikawa on the way to delivering medicine to Grandma...

Rebirth was the only power the gods refused to even contemplate giving to mortals. Having an enemy come back every time they die? Having them slowly become stronger and...

It has been years since the last time Thomas was on an adventure. But, somehow, out of the blue, someone arrived into his world, on accident. After she appeared into t...

Ridhima , a girl who is trapped inside a 3 years' time loop, brought an unknown blurred vision of ephialtes to her. Vansh Raisinghania is having a normal life like other...

When she was twenty-eight, my mom nearly died of drowning. She broke to the surface of the water seconds away from death. A year and a half later, she went back to the s...

Kris and the soul talk.

First attempt at writing poetry.Bear with me.

What I and a lot of people dealmwith

Blight has never been the same since Thorax's sacrifice and has tried to be social but stuggles severely... He mostly hangs out with Eido , Misraak's Daughter. She's so...

"I have...grown very, very tired old friend. This war has taken its toll on me as well as every bot involved." 'I was not given a choice...I had to take on the...

Boredom is a plague. Boredom is a disease. Boredom is contagious. It latches onto the most vulnerable of us. The ones who spend nights alone. The ones who's minds are al...

A redhead, blue-eyed girl's journey into finding her past.

An ABC poem sharing my inner thoughts and desires- the bliss and guilt that they provide- and the way that they permeate into my dreams and waking life.

There was a legend around an island where machines had their own personalities and living on an island where machines and humans lived in harmony. But, that legend neve...

Cassandra Carter was born when life was easier. Then came the Covid-19 pandemic, the food shortages and war. She tries not to think about the time before, life is unreco...

Through the thin veils of my eyelids florescent light pierced through. The smell of disinfectant and day old food lingered in the air. My limbs started to wake causing p...

A book for a random poem and proses in a random day.