The poem is about A girl and she had a crush on this guy. But she doesn't think the guy loves him. So she left broken, unseen that the guy she loves doesn't love her. So now, with her broken heart, all she does is see him in the halls and say nothing; the love she had for him disappeared. But in the back of her mind, she always wondered did he liked her too, but he was too scared to say anything.

Having mostly resolved the vampire situation in Elm, and having cleared Halcyon's name, Sebastien and his companion venture to Kygaron, Sebastien's birthplace to warn the king of a coming threat... and to finally reunite with Sebastien's father.

Sebastien and his companion deal with the situation at hand as they're attacked by the dark creature that have been trailing them. After a fierce battle, they continue along the trail, eventually descending into a cave below, soon discovering something far darker than they could have ever forseen.

"The Rosy-Colored Dream: A Yearning Fulfilled" delves into the complex tapestry of a woman's desires, exploring the blurred lines between fantasy and reality, control and surrender, and the lengths to which one might go to manifest a deeply rooted longing. It is not merely a tale of physical encounters, but a psychological journey into the heart of a woman who dares to claim her desires, regardless of societal norms or familial expectations.

From Hallowed Grounds Café to the overgrown woods. Omnia and Mors make their way into Maidwick Woods to find the resistance. Or at least hoping to find them. With relationships being tested, both of them have choices to make. Choices that will effect their relationship as well as the future of everyone. Emotionally and physically, they will have to figure out their next steps. Whether it be alone. Or it be separately.

This is just gonna be the first three chapters of a book that I am trying to write. If people like it, I'll post more updates(chapters). My English teacher thinks I have what it takes to become an author, so I'm trying it out. So I hope whoever takes the time to read this enjoys. Also I am still working on creating a cover. so if anyone has any ideas that would be lovely. Thank You.

This is about what teen love feels like. Living someone begins with loving everything about them. The way they talk, and even the way they look.

This poem navigates the hardships of being a girl through times of difficulty and along with the many challenges to express how you feel

His voice had never sounded so cold. He stood towering above me, eyes like blades through the wreckage of my soul. I had lost more than a battle—I had lost Caelen. Soldier. Brother-in-arms. Maybe more than that. The mission was never what it seemed, and neither was the beast we faced. An aberration cloaked in illusion, just like the shame I now wear. I killed it—or think I did. But doubt gnaws like rot. As the commander stripped me of dignity with every word, I said nothing. I stood in the silence of loss, of failure, of love left unspoken. How do you survive the moment that takes everything?

“What a blessing, and what a prison, to carry it all.” A quiet unraveling in the dead of night. For the overthinkers, the insomniacs, the ones holding everything together.

“What’s the point of loving deeply, if the ending always feels the same?” For the sleepless hearts still searching for meaning in the silence. A reflection on memory, regret, and the questions that never settle.

“You saw the rawest, most authentic version of me— and even that wasn’t enough to change you.” A poem about love that lingers long after the wound. For anyone caught between letting go and holding on.

The first thing that hit me was the cold. Not just a chill, but a deep, bone-searing cold that seemed to hum with the essence of the Pacific Ocean, a vast and indifferent expanse stretching to the horizon. I’d flown into Seward, a small, bustling fishing town nestled against a formidable backdrop of mountains, accessible only by a short hop on a small jet plane from Anchorage, or a long, winding drive. I was here with a group of friends, a mix of curious adventurers and well-heeled tourists, seeking the raw, untamed heart of Alaska. We were staying in cozy cabins, rented for the winter season, a stark contrast to the life I knew.

In 1988, a seemingly ordinary decision to embark on an extraordinary walk led Mark down an unexpected path, culminating in an encounter that would become a deeply personal and unforgettable memory. What began as a routine, physically demanding trek across his city transformed into a night of surprising intimacy, attraction, and self-discovery.

Sebastien and his new companion enjoy a brief stay in the Village of Elm, though shadows always loom as there have been talks of attacks along the road. With his companion's knowledge of these attacks, they set out... ill aware of the eyes that follow their stride.

What is this?! A fresh, current journal entry?!?! Will the wonders never cease? Today’s entry is fresh of the press and addresses my current emotional state.

Love and Hate explores the complex relationship between two powerful emotions, highlighting their intertwined nature within the human experience. Love is described as gentle and nurturing, like a tender embrace or the growth of spring flowers, bringing warmth and harmony. In contrast, Hate is portrayed as fiery and destructive, a force that claws and bites, leaving grief in its wake Despite their stark differences, the poem suggests that Love and Hate are inseparable, existing side by side within every soul. One cannot fully appreciate love without encountering hate's darkness. Both emotions create a delicate balance—Love whispers for closeness, while Hate pushes away in fear. Together, they embody the full spectrum of human experience: joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, calm and storm.

This story has a mature theme. This story is about a woman who life changes for the worst. After falling down it’s been war trying to climb back up. Between family problems, relationship problems, and becoming a new mom she hasn’t been able to stand tall as she once did. The only time she is free is in her dreams where everything she’s ever wanted is waiting. Will she be able to push pass this barrier of hardships and rough times or will she finally be swallowed by the currents treating to devour her whole.

Sebastien La'kar sets out on his homecoming. What he had hoped would be a peaceful venture is quickly muddled by... mud, and a fateful encounter sets the tone for his coming days. I hope you find this first Chapter as exciting as I felt writing it. I've had this world in my mind for years, and I truly hope enjoy it :)

Neil's childhood was marked by the kind of poverty that leaves permanent impressions on a person's soul. Growing up in a small Texas town where opportunities were as scarce as rain in August, he learned early that life would require him to fight for every small victory. His family lived in a cramped apartment where the walls were thin enough to hear every argument from the neighbors, and the refrigerator hummed with the strain of keeping their meager groceries cold. His mother worked double shifts at the local diner, her hands perpetually smelling of grease and coffee, while his father drifted between odd jobs and long stretches of unemployment that cast a shadow of uncertainty over their household.