《Poems about...stuff | ✔》Save Myself
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Cruel laugh
Cold heart
You're cutting me in half
You're breaking me apart
Shattered glass
broken soul
I'm falling fast
black as coal
Dribbing blood
no tears left
Wish I could
save myself
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FeralHeart
Disclaimer: This story is intended for adult audiences. You should not read this if you are under the age of eighteen. "I was born with an extremely prestigious but combat-weak logistics class. As the son of the clan head and the next heir, that just wasn’t enough of an excuse to spare me from my father’s grueling training. For in his creed the only strength that mattered was that grasped in one’s own two hands. In my journey through the lands with my harem, I was grateful for his training as it saved my life multiple times when my girls weren’t there to engage in combat. This is my story." Check out my Discord server for character art.
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Journey: Kai Yuuki
This story is about Kai Yuuki, who is suddenly and for reasons unknown, displaced from his home and friends and thrust into a world of beasts and monsters; Where Gods and demons wages war against one another. By chance, he is placed in the world of Krei; an unfamiliar and hostile world, where dangerous creatures roam the lands and skies, and a gruesome war between the Sentient races and the monsters is currently raging. How will Kai secure his survival on this war-torn world of magic?
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Dreams of Dust
“May our futures be of dreams, for I know the nights to be rough. Our enemies will know only nightmares, trapped in dreams of dust.” James Scanlan is not like other mages. He was born to a family of NoMs, a family without magic. Blessed with magic, Scanlan has flourished as a mage, performer and some would say, a person. He has travelled the magical world and encountered marvels of human innovation, and villains of the vilest kind. All manner of people have agreed on one truth; James was too good for the lowly Frontier. And yet, in his heart he yearns to go home. Frustrated, with the status quo of the Mageocracy, James longs to return home to Melbourne, Australia; a bastion of the Oceania Frontier. There he knows he can make a difference. Or perish trying. Follow James as he returns home, set on fixing the status quo, setlling old scores, and finding peace with who he is. It may all come crashing down but until that nightmare unfolds, with friends by his side, James Scanlan will pursue his Dreams of Dust. This is a story based in Wutosama's Metaworld Chronicles universe, written with the permission of the author. This story can be read without prior knowledge, but for greater understanding of the magic system and societal conflicts please read Metaworld Chronicles. This story will focus on character interactions, differing views, dungeon crawling, questions of morality, and possibly a tragic ending... On Hiatus due to work load, may be returned to in future.
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The Sagas of Mortaholme
There is only one god and his name is Elduin, Dwarves are stories, magic isn’t real and the northern kingdoms are made up of raiders and the unfaithful. For two thousand years this has been the truth for the people of Alturine, the holy southern empire. For two thousand years, tradition has been leeched away to form a vicious cycle where the rich stay rich and the poor beget more poverty. Only now, when the southern realms of men are at their lowest does darkness leak back to stake its claim. Marius was raised in the northernmost reaches of Alturine under the trees of the Black Forest where remnants of the old kingdoms still linger. He never believed the stories of short mountain men, nor the old fables about mages and dragons. Yet the darkness cares little for belief and faith. He watched as wargs tore his mother and sister asunder, as the undead carried his father into their ranks and as his town was put to the torch and drowned in blood. Rage fuelled and vengeful Marius struck out against the architect of his misery only to be outmatched and left for dead.
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Codename Deathmask
This story on planet Rindat involves an unnamed lad who is drafted into a war he wants nothing to do with.
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Astrum Online.
After decades of war and a series of bad decisions from politicians worldwide, the governments of the world decided to establish a truly independent economic and political institutions to right their wrongs. Despite this, the damages incurred persisted decades after its resolution. Among the worst of the damages were the aftermath of a conflict in space which left the orbit of earth filled with dangerous space debris, effectively shutting mankind out of its final frontier. The lack of access to space prompted many to explore alternative means to space in virtual technologies and games. However, space simulation requires heavy computing power and difficulties in advancing computer science had always limited the potential of space exploration in virtual reality. Leaving it an undesirable genre in the VR community. That is until a not-so-surprise announcement by a company called Future Tech that changed the world. This is a story about a group of friends' adventure in a brand new Sci-Fi VRMMORPG that utilises cutting-aged AI to power its expansive world. A piece of technology that many tried for decades but failed to achieve. Join Prakash "Gulliver" Douma and his group of friends as they meet new people along their journey across virtual space, make new friends and enemies, and discover many hidden secrets and danger about the world of Astrum while struggling in their foray into adulthood. _______________________________ This is my first story and is a side project I had in my mind to help me cope with the pandemic lockdown. So I welcome any constructive criticism and please cut me some slack! heh~ I have problems managing my tenses so do let me know in the comments if you find some errors. Enjoy! P.S. - Please ignore my user id. I do think my uses of punctuations are honestly quite horrible. Oh the irony.
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