Abducting Solace
Hello, I'm an alien poet. One day while flying around in my KFO = known flying object (Because I know it) I found this wonderful poet Solace. I had to abduct her and use her as my greatest tool to write poetry.…
Hello, I'm an alien poet. One day while flying around in my KFO = known flying object (Because I know it) I found this wonderful poet Solace. I had to abduct her and use her as my greatest tool to write poetry.…
I'm Tara, and this is my story.I'm a Fire-Demon. I possess the rarest power in our demon world. Yes it's fire. I know you humans think that demons use fire for everything. Even for bathing. But it's just misinformation.Having fire power as a demon is like having green eyes as a human.And I'm also the princess of the ninth demon world. It's the smallest one. Smaller than India. And it's not a globe like your earth. It's a slightly curved triangle.A flat, black, curvy, triangle.But the throne isn't mine. Because I have an older sister, Emily.It's fine. I don't deserve to be a queen anyway. Too much work. You can't even kick dogs. You just have to act boring all the time. They use a different word, 'Mature'.I used to thrive on laziness. And crimes. Illegal meant pleasure.What could be more fun than rolling around burning grass, trees and villages? Annoying my favorite trader by misusing his potions? (His potions never work properly anyway.) Or hiding babies under their beds just to see how the mother reacts?Well, I found the answer one night. When I met him in his dream. It's teasing, hugging, throwing, threatening, abusing this weak and adorable human. His name is Nayan, my perfect toy and more.…
Random ideas, disguised as poems.…
Hey, I'm Tara, a fire demon and a princess.You humans might think, "Fire powers. How boring!" But actually fire power is very rare in demons. A fire demon is like a human with green eyes. Very rare. My hobby was crime. Burning jungles. Freeing human slaves. Letting kids use 18+ potions. Illegal meant pleasure. But everything changed one night. I met this weak and adorable human, Nayan. Teasing, hugging, throwing, abusing him became my purpose. Not gonna lie, he changed my life.…
Hey, it's me again! I thought... I'll just make a volume two, just like a popular novel writer. Hihi…
A book for poetry explorers. Every poem is fresh and different.…
The worst poetry you'll ever read. And it's R rated.…
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Hii, hihi! I'm Charlotte. I'm the kind of girl you'd prefer to block after one conversation. (And my glasses shine) But! And it's a big butt, I mean but! This story isn't about me. It's about Ryan and his talking arms.…
A village full of mysteries. A festival celebrated with blood. Extreme violence ahead!…
Classic Sliver is a journey through the raw and radiant fragments of the human soul.…
Metaphor soup with a sprinkle of insanity.…
let's capture the alive moments of our friendships here! if you are a friendly person, you are welcome here 😁😁🤝.And I'll upload random thoughts here 😁. And feel free to ask me questions.…
Pencraft - but bankrupt of hands. Propositions - but vacant of proposals. Played landmarks - but barren of playful flights.Artistry of your overlooked nonentities, ploughs your mind into sycophantic at our disfigured feet. Filmed with a jeopardized heap of organic poetry, this master plan is oriented to tyrannise the earthly evil beings, dissect and weigh your interior alongside your conscience. When all is said and done, nothing is left, save for your perspective.Lastly, we would like to thank each other for not fucking things up.May the Goddess of Creativity bestow upon you, the learned reader, the art of rejoicing.(Yeah, this is a disaster of a collaboration).…
it's for the prom!…