I hate my life.
Forced into a marriage by my monster of a father to a sadistic psychopath.
I've given up hope of a life beyond suffering. Then walks in my childhood crush, with his chiseled jaw and dark eyes.
Desires I've never known awaken inside me and my world turns upside down
The moment I saw her I knew I must have her.
But all that comes crushing down when I find out she belongs to another man.
Burdened by an intense chemistry pulling us together.
I try to fight my attraction to her.
Secrets unfold that have me questioning why we crossed paths again after so long.
There are things that no one was meant to see, and darkness that should never have been given living form.
"That the world is coming to an end has long since been a dead issue. Everyone has heard of it. Those who have seen it know what the truth is, those who haven't either believe it or not. Either way, no one really cares. We shattered reality itself to shards, but even the apocalypse could not make a difference. Those who are lucky enough to live well don't care about other people's misery or how the world collapses, not even if their own children will have nothing to inherit but ashes and fear, and no matter how much power they have, they only use it for their own benefit, while bringing suffering to others. And the worst is, no matter what nightmarish old or new ideologies they use to justify their deeds, the flock will follow. In the end, the story is always the same."
This is the story of a broken world haunted by the deepest horrors of the human soul, relentless persecution and superstitious hatred, a fanatic war against everything that is not human, and the damned who oppose and never yield to fate. This is not a fairytale.
What to expect:
A deep dark medieval high-fantasy with elves, dwarves, fairies and demons, magic and swords, romance and hatred, and a post-apocalyptic world. This is not a fanfiction of any sort, it's an original story that popped out from my head, and it's very dear to me. I am really happy if you find it worth reading!
Please read the short "Good to know" chapter before you dive in!
Ned Ferdanaud and Chris Manosa have been friends for six years. One night when Ned is trying to figure out a way to get a girlfriend, he accidently involves himself with a huge corporation that is now out to kill him. With the help of his friend Chris and former employee of the company, Vanesa. They now have to find a way to bring the corporation down.
The following poem is about someone who is remembering the bad spots in her own life. Her broken friendships and relationships replay over and over in her head, as they weigh her spirit down. She describes the feeling as a knife in her back being twisted.
"They pray to die."
Blood and brutality.
Pre-story recap: Centuries ago, an explosion took place and a different time began to be experienced than the real time. Time has been affected, and this different time has become different from the real time we know. Why has a different time begun to take place and what is going on at this time?
Information to know before reading: When you read it, the first chapters may seem boring compared to mature peers. The goal here is to make a path from boring to excitement. Each section that progresses gradually pushes from boring to excitement. Underneath every word you read in the chapter are different things. The theme of blood and brutality is dealt with later and increases in seriousness in the following chapters. Please read comfortably while reading, leaning yourself back. I am open to criticism and comments. Thank you for reading or going to read. Don't forget to support it!
What is the main purpose of the Story?: Reflecting on the 'What If' event to readers.
Happy New Year Monika!
Apart from contemplating the point of celebrating a social construct in the middle of a party, I have also decided to unwrap Shashi's gift and it is a pretty, pretty diary! A little tipsy, my first new year's resolution in almost 12 years is that I will maintain a journal this year.
Fatima thinks I shouldn't try too hard at journaling—I should do it as and when I feel like it. But this exercise is more of an attempt to re-orient myself. These days I forget who I am, what my ambitions are. I also need a way to track my depressive episodes and potential triggers.
I am kind of glad I came to this party. I was initially scared of feeling lonely and anxious, but I am enjoying it. For now.
I don't think I'll be up till midnight though. The process of going to bed early gets sweeter as I age. Anyway, Happy New Year Monu!
A land, split equally in half, is ruled by two children.
The child of the light harnesses the sun and all the creatures belonging to it.
The child of the dark dwells in the moonlight and gives life to night.
When the Moon and Sun's sides bleed into each other, hybrids are formed belonging of dark and light.
How can both children see past thier differences and learn to co-exist?
This is a contest entry that has been lengthened to be sent to a collaboration for my publisher.
See 'My gift to you (the moon is a thief contest)' in my 'Collaborations' work for the original entry here.
This had been edited out of Penana.
So i had a dream. Two young men, one escaping terrible exploitation and one escaping terrible luxury, meet. They set of on their individual journeys to change their lives. On the way they meet angels and monsters and mermaids and demon horses and perfectly normal people with universes locked inside their tears. And they meet themselves. It was all a dream I had one night, literally a dream with the unbelievable qualities dreams have. It was a bit weird. It was a bit disjointed. It was a bit fantastical. It was definitely emotional. It was a bit ridiculous at times, but it was inspiring at times. And I woke up in a daze, a literal daze. I decided to share the content of this dream with whoever comes across this story and decides to read it. Honoured guests, I humbly welcome you, to the story I spent days caudifying when I was supposed to be doing my homework.
An oasis of emotions that I can’t seem to say out loud even to my most trusted and closest loved ones. Yet I sill want to be heard, that what this mini blog is about. Talking about and venting my feelings in the form of journaling and letters is a basic description of this blog, it will also have poems and creative writing based on pure emotions I face on a daily. I hope someone can find this relatable and always remember you are never alone.
You can Pm me any time! I’m always here for you.Comment anytime and support each other, we are all human a little support can go a long way.