When a sea of concrete is all you see

"U ovoj prekrasnoj knjizi stihova, autor vas vodi na putovanje kroz svet ljubavi. Od početka do kraja, čitatelj se uranja u svet strasti, emocija i ljubavi, ispričan rečima koje će vas ostaviti bez daha. Ovi stihovi prenose toplinu i intenzitet osećanja koji se javljaju u srcu kada volite, pomažući vam da se dublje povežete sa svojim osećanjima. Svako ko je ikada osetio ljubav pronaći će se u ovim stihovima, dok će oni koji traže ljubav pronaći nadu i inspiraciju. Ova knjiga će vam pomoći da se vratite u srce ljubavi, gdje se pronalaze najlepše stvari u životu."

- Zabranjeno kopiranje sadrzaja bez dozvole! -

Most things bend heads to the lucky side

Fortune is made on the cage of our life

Poison gotta poured the glass itself

Drink it right away

To see the luck and the bad

Girls will turn out to the gold colors

When they see the gold mine feet away

Pretend like the sweetest thing

And

Act like nice wine got a taste

Seen the attractiveness will make run out from the place

Having a beautiful road get lots of Broken things inside

After the heart take

Given out the goodness to the desert

Feel the heat through the cold

luckiness got a lot of things ups and downs

Got a magnetic superpower in it

To get all the things around it

|19X FEATURED · GRAND WINNER OF THE 2023 NANO WATT AWARDS! · AMBYS 2023 WINNER!|    AI Sada vows to be the mom Arven never had, but when the heinous Mastermind of Deception rises from the future, the young android must do everything she can to stop them from taking her humanity.                                                                                                          ***

It has been a month since the events in the Great Crater of Paldea, and Arven is still struggling to accept what AI Sada told him and his friends. A chance encounter with the Legendary Pokémon Miraidon encourages him to use its powers to re-open the time machine and send him back to the time of Paradox Pokémon, where he finds the mysterious android.  All Sada wants is for Arven to have a mother's love. After a trip through time to the future, she is given the gift to bring her son to her; only this gift proves to be nothing more than something that wants to steal her humanity.   At the end of the day, Sada's fate does not rest with the human emotions but Arven's struggle against his infrared. Will he accept Professor Sada's fate, or will the Mastermind of Deception pull him and AI Sada apart before they can call themselves mother and son?                                                                                                          ***

*Volume 1 of the Infrared Tera Tales.**Shout-out to my dad, who helped me plan the story and create the Mastermind of Deception!**Written in honor of my older brother (September 1989-August 2021).*

Une vie à travers les sentiments.

A young father holds his baby, and hopes.

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This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

I don’t actually remember how we met. The youngest bits and pieces I have with you are you teaching me how to jump rope, or my chubby hands grabbing at your hair as I tried to braid it. As a little girl, your mom always had your hair chopped short. Still, I insisted I could do it; and you sat with me for hours as I tried.

Sure- it turned out wonky, but it’s not like you were patient either. I was always more timid. I remember that my mom had never allowed me to cartwheel or handstand, but you were always the one dragging me along and helping me through those things.

I had my first sleepover at your house. I panicked when it got late, for I was scared of the dark, and you convinced your mom to let us keep the light on. Once, I forgot my toothbrush. You were so stubborn you managed to have your mom walk us, in our pajamas, during the middle of the night, to retrieve it. I pulled my first all-nighter with you too. We spent eight whole hours arguing over how to pronounce a word in one of your comic books. Then, we noticed the sun come up behind the blinds and pretended to sleep as we heard your dad coming to wake us up. Now that I look back on it, he probably knew we were awake the whole time; just wanted us to think we were S-Tier performers.

I still have the pink fairy you gave me. I keep her in a box by my nightstand. I have your notebook as well, the one you forgot at my house on a sleepover. I wanted to give it back to you, but I moved and never got a chance to.

I never doubted our friendship for a second. I would've given the world for you.

People always said we looked alike. The same copper curls, freckles, and smiles. When I was little, I didn't see it. Now that I look at a picture of us, (we're in a Disney Princess themed party; I dressed as Belle and you dressed as Ariel. I hadn't wanted to take a picture that day, so I had one of the goofiest frowns on my face.) I see the similarity. Sometimes, while I stare at it, I wish I could've had smiled more politely, or maybe allowed my mom to comb through my hair. Other times, I wouldn't have changed a thing; you were laughing at my face and hiding behind your hands.

Nobody expected us to remain friends through the move. Yet, we somehow managed to prove them all wrong.

I was supposed to finally see you yesterday. I even packed your notebook in my duffel bag. The night before our miraculous encounter, I had a dream about you.

We were in our old building as if neither of us had ever left. The pool wasn't the tiny little thing we grew up to recognize it for, but an immense depth of sea-blue, chlorine-filled, and possibly shark-infested waters.

Someone put soap in the pool. Everything was crowded, but in the best possible way. It all felt like the first day of summer vacation.

Eventually, you brought out your roller skates; and there was a pair for me as well! One was cyan and the other was pink, like our matching fairies. Even though we were properly geared up, neither of us were any good, so instead of actually rolling on the ground, we ended up awkwardly stomping our feet as we stumbled.

I got tired and suggested we go into the pool; gear and all. We played in the cloud-shaped bubbles until dusk fell. Then, we looked up constellations and tried to find them in the sky. You pointed at a clump of three stars, and I reminded you of my aunt's superstition- that doing so will make you have a wart- as I tapped your nose. Your laugh was infectious. I hadn't seen you for so long and it was easily one of the best days of my life.

As we reluctantly parted ways, you said we'd be doing this again soon enough. I didn't quite believe you, but, in my dream, I found you had kept our roller skates in a box in the elevator. (The elevator, by the way, was magical- easily the size of a walk-in closet. It had warm lighting and a table where people set their jackets and other items!)

I smiled as I closed the box, which was when I finally woke up. It was noon. I got to see you.

When I called you, your mom picked up. Her voice sounded teary, but it was fine. I was fine.

My tears are staining this page as I sit and write, hoping you will get this message. After this, I will burn this note to ashes and blow it into the wind with a dandelion. That way, it might reach you.

I should be frustrated you didn't keep your promise. You promised we'd grow old together. You promised you wouldn't leave me.

Yet, I still remember your giggle. How we agreed dandelions were fairies in disguise. How they could send anyone a message as long as it was made with love.

Your mom allowed me to take Sheep-sheep. I don't know what I'll do with him yet, but I promise he's being treated with a lot of kindness and I've yet to let him see me cry.

I want you to know that I'm not frustrated you left. Truly. I hope you'll enjoy your time there, wherever you are, and I'll enjoy my time here. I'm okay since, on the night you died, I dreamt we walked on roller skates.

P.S. Hopefully, you weren't lying in my dream. Hopefully, we'll roller skate together soon enough.

I was misconstructed with piled up hopes and believes that didn't contain myself. So, the emptiness had always harbor on my life's morals. Taking a step towards the journey of finding my true self I came across such things which are meant to be mine.

WARNING: THERE MIGHT BE A FEW DISTURBING SCENES (NOT IN DETAIL....BUT A LITTLE)-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Desdemona and Kiernan are twins, they learn two different kinds of magic in an institution. They always stand up for each other and stay with each other until one day. .....................-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------​​​​​​​

It was the day. The day of the final test.

I was alone in the locker room and all I could hear were the clashes of swords and shields.

After some time, the sound finally stopped and that's when, I heard my name. I took one last look at myself in the mirror, and I went out, and that's when I saw her waiting for me...

Wren thinks she knows everything about the world, that it sucks.The only things the world consists of is shit and deep shit, and anyone who says anything else is kidding themselves. She knows that she sucks and the likelihood of anyone falling her is -100%, and true love, does not exist or love at first sight.Is there anyone that can prove her wrong?

(rated PG-13, may be mentions of dark themes)

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