This is a collection of some of the poems I’ve written. The themes are about surviving this world we live in, finding love and community along the way, and fighting for justice.
This is a series in the Counter-Terrorism universe set a few months before the events of Task Force 105.
The city of Deacon, once a peaceful city, now corrupted and terrorized by crime and cartels. In the city's time of need, one man is willing to step up to end the terror plaguing the city.
A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...
This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.
"Only the weak show mercy."
In a world of narcissism and discrimination where Holders are taught to never show magnanimity, Ivy Pearls flees her death-dealing kingdom in dread and hostility, only to come back three years later to finish what should have ended centuries ago.
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With the Holders known for their great capacities and jamborees and the Powerless beings unable to go a day without being spat on, being born without an Amulet has been labelled to be, without a doubt, the worst thing that could ever occur in a being's life.
After witnessing and encountering a perturbing series of executions, adversities, and loneliness as an ungifted child, which hauls her over the edge and causes her to flee the kingdom, Ivy Pearls comes back for vengeance. Now, not only is she despised, but millions of Holders are demanding for her head.
Yet, for Ivy's devilish plot to work, she must put her trust in thirteen other students who are just as troubled and insistent as she is. So, what happens when trust is the one thing she's lacking? Fourteen adolescent children. How are they meant to save one kingdom, let alone the entire continent, when they can hardly save themselves from their barbaric fates?
Note:The main relationship in this book is straight,but there will be side gay ships/couples that'll be just as important, which is why the book is also tagged boyxboyand girlxgirl.
✨ SYNOPSIS✨
Welcome to the Sobosian Universe where many a creature is cherished. This compendium of short stories comes from countless people, whether they be human or something else entirely. Come learn about the many happenings of the realms therein. 🌍
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⚜️ EPIGRAPH ⚜️"Another chance at life for a witch will come at a high cost. Are you willing to pay the price?"
⚜️ SYNOPSIS ⚜️To save her own life, one witch makes a deal with a being older than the concept of time.
⚜️ AUTHOR'S NOTE ⚜️AU CAOS & TVD
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They want us to have poverty. They want us to serve them. To work for them. To be happy with our unbearably meagre lot in life. But we have each other. We have each other and that means that we have power. We can’t let them know that we have power, not ever. Because if they know, then they’ll destroy us.
The census is about to begin. I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to get through it. But I have to be. We all have to be. Because far too much depends on us, in this moment.