The world had ended, or at least it is what it felt, what it seems with the dark rumbling skies above hiding the brightness of the sun, with the sound of the ocean, the seas and the likes seemingly...
2025-11-20 18:05:19 +0000 UTC View Post(I’m talking about me in case someone miss the joke.)
I wanted to thank you all for the support, the well wishes and the like.
Right now, I'm mostly sleeping or wrestling with post-su...
2025-11-17 13:16:01 +0000 UTC View PostLoss has a taste. It is the coppery tang of blood on the tongue, the acrid ash of incinerated hope, and the sterile, empty flavor of absolute defeat.
It is the taste of the dirt I was ...
2025-11-08 00:12:29 +0000 UTC View PostFighting against Velgrynd felt like fighting against the world itself. It felt like fighting endless crushing mountains, world-swallowing blazes, hatred and disdain and arrogance shaped in a...
2025-11-07 23:34:50 +0000 UTC View PostHumanity is a seed of hope planted in salted earth, stubbornly sprouting only to be devoured by the worms it nourishes.
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2025-11-07 23:09:15 +0000 UTC View PostHumanity is a chorus of lies, sung in perfect harmony to drown out the sound of a single, screaming truth.
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2025-11-07 23:06:00 +0000 UTC View PostShe flew under blinding lights and between buildings of glass and steel as bright as the moon. The wind clawed at her cloak, tugging at every stitch like eager fingers. Arcadia sprawled beneath her...
2025-11-07 05:53:10 +0000 UTC View PostWhat the title said
2025-11-07 01:53:43 +0000 UTC View PostAll those philosophers, poets, and priests who waxed lyrical about death being the final rest were spewing straight bullshit.
Rest in peace, they said. Rest in peace. What a joke. What a cosm...
2025-11-07 01:45:31 +0000 UTC View PostHumanity is a promise whispered to the future, a letter sent to a day we will never see.
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... 2025-11-05 14:51:34 +0000 UTC View PostWhat the title said
2025-11-05 07:18:24 +0000 UTC View PostThe television was turned on.
A smooth, confident voice carried through the half-destroyed office like it owned the place.
“…with the latest polling out of Los Angeles County, it se...
2025-11-05 00:56:12 +0000 UTC View PostGood news, Jaune Arc hadn’t gone crazy.
Bad news, he, Jaune Arc, hadn’t gone crazy.
That was the problem. That was the part that made his stomach twist and his heart feel like someo...
2025-11-04 22:35:01 +0000 UTC View PostHumanity is but nature wrongs, shaped and yearning for the love of a mother through violence and cruelty
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2025-11-02 00:56:56 +0000 UTC View PostHumanity is a beautiful, rotting fruit. Its skin gleams with the promise of sweetness, but bite deep, and you will find only the squirming truth within.
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2025-11-02 00:53:16 +0000 UTC View PostHumanity is but debasement, debasement of the self and the other in the worships of the lying gods called reason and emotion
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2025-11-02 00:42:52 +0000 UTC View PostSome would say such but I think that it would be of the utmost arrogance to say the world below was painted in a palette of rot.
Arrogance implied a choice, an artist’s deliberate hand and ...
2025-11-01 04:16:52 +0000 UTC View PostRimuru Tempest regretted his death. This was, what many would consider a perfectly reasonable response to being stabbed. This was a considerable truth he held in the core of his slime-being.
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2025-10-31 05:52:12 +0000 UTC View Post
I always held particular feelings regarding the color blue.
Blue was the color of a freedom so vast it became meaningless. It was the hue of a horizon that promised everything and therefo...
2025-10-31 05:49:03 +0000 UTC View PostIt would be a comforting, simple lie to say that Sally Jackson had never thought of herself as a woman of poor judgment. This was, despite the considerable and mounting evidence to the contrary, a ...
2025-10-29 01:35:29 +0000 UTC View PostMadness.
It’s a word we throw around like confetti at a funeral—colorful, meaningless, a distraction from the rot underneath. It’s the guy on the subway preaching apocalypse with spittl...
2025-10-29 01:33:48 +0000 UTC View Post
Humming and the sound of things beings cut, humming and the smell of flowers under a sky tainted, dyed by the golden hour of the day.
From where I stood, at the side of Charlotte Huntingt...
2025-10-29 01:21:43 +0000 UTC View PostWith how much of a slut Greek gods were depicted as, especially in the PJO books I’d devoured in another life, you would have expected a crowd. A hundred anxious faces, maybe. A convention of the...
2025-10-29 01:18:59 +0000 UTC View PostThe weight of children is a peculiar thing. It has nothing to do with the solid, comforting heft of a sleeping toddler in your arms, nor the wiry struggle of a child fighting against an early bedti...
2025-10-29 01:14:28 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for not posting earlier. Another chapter more than 5000 K words should be posted in the following hours like maybe in 2 or 3 hours
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... 2025-09-27 21:24:36 +0000 UTC View PostAstapor was big, and by big, I didn’t necessarily refer to its size or anything of the like.
No, when I said big, I meant the population. Before the revolt against the Good Masters that end...
2025-09-23 04:49:19 +0000 UTC View PostThe air in the square was thick with a language Viserys Targaryen had never been taught. It was not the tongue of courtiers or the High Valyrian of his blood; it was the crude, honest dialect of ma...
2025-09-23 04:45:52 +0000 UTC View PostThe city breathed around him, a living, sleeping beast. “Walk through it,” his nephew had said, his voice still echoing in the caverns of Viserys’s mind. “Walk through them, try to act, be ...
2025-09-22 20:47:30 +0000 UTC View PostSorry for taking so much time, health stuff and the like. I also wasn’t satisfied with the chapters so I rewrote them multiple times. I tried something new with this chapter. Hope y’all...
2025-09-22 20:44:32 +0000 UTC View Post