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Book 1

Plot:

18-year-old Hazel Saundra is in space on her spaceship, Neara to find her brother who left her when she was twelve, without saying goodbye. Now, six years later when she’s able to get one of her own, she sets off to search for him to find answers to why he left, even if it takes half her life. But one day things take a turn for the worse and she’s ultimately stuck in this massive galaxy she roams alone.

There was once a woman who had accomplished all of her goals, and at a very early age. She was not at all content, everything was boring and it felt as if she no longer had a purpose in life. Until she had  a new dream.

It's a dream, the kind you have when you sleep. There was something strange about it though, it was incredibly vivid. In this dream were seven children all alone, what does she do when she could dream nothing but this?

This was a dream I had when I was seven years old, and so I decided to write it as a story. I wrote it down when I was young but my writing was kind of indecipherable, so I rewrote it. This is the result:

In 1917, a Canadian soldier writes in a journal about his experiences in the trenches of Belgium. At first he tries his best to not let it get to him, but slowly the war wears down his nerves and he makes a drastic decision....

It has been days since I've seen someone. Someone alive that I could talk to.

No one knew anything about the plague or where it came from, only that it killed everything it came into contact with.

Everything.. except me.

It was like I was immune, but.. how is that possible?

I reported this to the government, and so they ran tests on me.

Before they could find anything though, the plague had arrived.

One day, I woke up in a surgery room. My doctor was laying face down on my stomach, dead.

She must have been dead for a long time, I could only see her skeleton and her surgeon clothes.

How long was I asleep?

She seemed to have a pistol in her hand.. Perhaps she tried to stop itfrom getting to us.

I got up, though I had a big pain in my arm. No wound to be seen.

I walked to the door while holding my arm.

Just as I got close, the door opened on it's own.

Must've been the wind.

After making my way through the hospital, I found an archive room.

A doctor was laying face down, dead, on a desk.

I could see a monitor, the screen still turned on.

I could see the world map..though something was strange.

The whole map was in a red color, it seemed odd to me. I looked at the right bottom corner of the monitor.

It was a small red box with the text 'Infected Land' on it.

Then, it struck me.

The plague spread far beyond Europe, to every corner of the world. Entire countries collapsed within the first days of reported cases.

The world as it was, ended. There was nothing to be done about that.

I couldn't resist to read more, so I turned of the monitor.

I remained inside the hospital 'till I ran out of supplies.

Since then, I have been searching for anyone alive.

But all I could find where bones and destroyed buildings.

There mustbe someone like me, there HASto!

The streets are a lot more quiet now.. way too quiet.

Sometimes, I just scream my lungs out just so I can hear something. Anything.

The silence is deafening.

I couldn't be the only one immune, I can't be.

I haven't been alone this in my life.

I'm..afraid. Afraid that I may indeed be the only one.

Completely..

Utterly...

Alone.

I don't know why I am even writing this.

If I am the only one left.. then no one can read it.

The silence hasn't left me for a bit. I no longer have a voice to break it..

I have the doctor's gun in my bag, just in case it's needed.

I've never needed anything more than just food and.. people to talk to.

Maybe I can join them.

Maybe... I won't be so alone anymore.

A star knitting away a sea of ink, only to have found themselves lost within its waters.

(Feedback is much appreciated!)

A compilation of words I could've said, would've said, should've said and still want to say.

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?

On my darkest of days, there isn't many people I could turn to to talk about my feelings. This story is filled with bottled-up emotions that has been with me for as long as I can remember.

For anyone who have experienced similar situations and feel alone, depressed or suicidal, please know you can talk to me. We'll be each other's listening ear🥰

The poems here are not necessarily haikus, but they are my own version. Do enjoy, I tend to write on different subjects, just according to my feelings. But, I'm pretty sure you'll understand. Just so you know poetry isn't boring, it's just like music, but in this case you have to dive in deep to explore its meanings. Be in the moment, and try it. Taste the words in your mouth, let it nourish your tongue, and fill every fold of your mouth with its appetizing fibres.

Poetry is really not bland, it's you refusing to slow down to the life around you and take it ee-easy. Relax and simply enjoy the moment.

Instructions for reading: Remember, it's always better reading a poem aloud. If not, read slowly in your mind for the words to sink in, and to touch you.

This is a poetry book; it's about the unknown enemy in life, that exists in the spiritual realm; one that few are gifted to see, but nonetheless scary.

Do enjoy reading it.😊

This is a story about a married couple but her husband is a alcoholic. She's trying her best to help him stop drinking but he won't pay any attention to what she has to say. Their relationship's turning upside down most of the times but they still love each other.