The story is still infinite by Tazunee, literature
Literature
The story is still infinite
The story is still infinite
As many smiles
and fantasies of hugs,
like simple words
they will warm up your heart.
How many thoughts throbbing,
that you might fill the universe
they turn inside your head
in your every day averse.
Tales of other times
or novels ever told
yet so modern
yet so hoped.
The History repeats itself
of Aci and Galatea
of Lorenzo and its Lucia
of Julia and his Romeo
of Dante and its Beatrice.
In the eternal turn of the world,
there will always be a great Leonardo
who will paint the face of its Mona Lisa.
World of Our Plan- The siblings Book one: Prologue by TheOneNamedZoe, literature
Literature
World of Our Plan- The siblings Book one: Prologue
The universe was infinite, yet empty; a vast void of nothingness and creative thought. The only thing that filled such space was the stars, and the gods themselves.
The gods consisted of emotions and substances: Life, Fertility, Power, Death... the list stretched for miles.
The beings were bored, their minds overflowing with ideas, but all of them afraid to speak up of it, fearing they would be made fun of for the ludicrousness.
It was many years it seemed, considering those didn't exist yet when one god stepped forward. He said, "Enough! We have toiled our minds to their limits! It is time we make do with our thoughts!"
"Hm?" Another tur
Guardians of Chicago Chp 18 by FlareSiram, literature
Literature
Guardians of Chicago Chp 18
Guardians of Chicago
Chapter 18
A Thank You?
It seemed that this wound – this bullet wound – started to throb even more.
“I was shot,” I repeated in disbelief.
“Well, grazed should be the right term. There’s no bullet in you if that’s what you’re thinking,” He explained.
I could feel my mouth getting dry and my heart pumping faster in my chest. “How? What happened?”
Hennery slumped a little and looked up to the ceiling as if he was trying to remember all of the little details. “Well, it was on North Michigan Avenue, by the river. I heard on t
Guardians of Chicago Chp 17 by FlareSiram, literature
Literature
Guardians of Chicago Chp 17
Guardians of Chicago
Chapter 17
Shadow Finds A New Way to Annoy Me
“Hey, Kee? Can I ask you something?” Shadow asked as he sat up to look down at me; his once laughing face turned to one of a more mellow tone.
“Sure,” I responded as I lazily rested on the bed.
He hesitated at first as if he was contemplating whether or not to ask, but he took a deep breath and asked, “Do you like me?”
My brow knit in confusion. “What?”
“You don’t think I don’t notice?” Shadow questioned in a subtle hurt tone, “You reject or cringe at any forms of affecti
The canvas had been there for hours, resting on an easel, motionless.
And Yuki had been there for hours, sitting on the floor, staring at a blank canvas on an easel, motionless.
Jeanne instead had arrived only minutes before, but he had quickly realized the situation: a canvas strangely still white, and Yuki so focused in the looking it, for almost unaware of his arrival; she just put two and two. «I’m not a painter, but my intuition tells me that you’re stuck», she began.
Yuki kept her gaze from the canvas, but she replied: «You certainly have a phenomenal insight, ever thought to patent it?»
Yuki was a sweet
I lay myself down
Over the wide, weary
Whiteness
Of the deep,
Infatuated by winter
Thoughts of separation;
And coming to the end of all
Lengths of reason,
Gave my soul to despair.
Even there:
Shrill, hot pain,
And no respite from remorse.
Ice petals cracked
On sleep’s windy floor,
As hard, dream-filled rime
Crystallized over the spiritual night.
And yet something strange:
I opened my eyes to find the image
Of a shadowy girl
Blanketed within my pain,
A soft darkness
Where karma
Lay detained in chains of dreams.
Within me,
Within
Sitting at a metro bus stop
Under warm hints of sunlight,
I am a pigeon
Watching men make their sacrifices
Of crumbs
And scraps to me;
And
I wonder
What motivates their hands.
In the Darkness - Gothic Short Story - Chapter 1 by SelloCreations, literature
Literature
In the Darkness - Gothic Short Story - Chapter 1
1
From: Me
Subject: Done!!! (more or less)
To: spritzvale94@xxxxx.com
Yeeess!!! This morning I'm a winning girl, and for more than one reason:
N.1: I found the only place in the house where the cell phone works and can be used as a hotspot for my laptop, specifically the bench under the east bedroom’s window; so that’s why I can finally write to you.
Now imagine me here, perched cross-legged (and with an integrated cat), as my gaze runs through the garden, which, in early September, is already in its way to the autumn. If there was a score in lugubriousness, fallow gardens of inherited houses, moreover if infested with crows, wo