《Poetic Thoughts》Grief
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The emptiness in your heart
The void in your soul
Could only mean you are hurt,
In a way that you'll never be whole.
People try to fill that space ,
With every single bit of hope.
As long as it doesn't show in your face,
You think you have gone through.
But every person's heart, you see
Is filled with some thing or the other.
Something that was meant to be,
Or someone they lost, maybe their mother.
Whoever leaves, they leave too soon.
Whoever stays, they're there for you.
So instead of looking for who has gone,
You could look at the present too.
So get your head around this
And get your heart to heal.
Cause if ignorance is bliss
Knowledge adds a lot of zeal.
Just move on, never forget
Cause this grief is a part of you.
Of all those things that you regret
The hope is in there too.
- Izzie
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Scorched - The Winter Winds (LitRPG)
Frank Ebner once wanted to save the world. Let the second one be better than the first. On Earth he was a student of... well it hardly matters anymore. It was dying, and he and the rest of his fellows and friends studying how to stave off the end graduated just in time to be told it was too late. That there was not enough time, funds, will, to stop it anymore. That the governments and the worthies of the world had moved from trying to stop it, to surviving the oncoming apocalypse, while blaming each other. That was a world Frank wanted nothing to do with. One riven by wars for places in the Archologies going up, and between them and the dying world they were leaving behind. So when a strange voice offered him a way out, to a world unmarred by the poison killing his? Frank took it. The voyage changed him, made him fit his new world, one of stats and magic. It came with perks, for in passing through their Heavens, they'd been exposed to Divinity, and taken some of the Celestial within them. Heroes now, but there are heroes, and there are Heroes. The nobility of the Empire care only for those who carry blessed bloodlines, and their time to adapt and train up for the new world is limited. Patrons are scarce among those like Frank, with only the base Hero perks, and magic studies expensive and lengthy. Often requiring heavy Oaths to gain the necessary aid to wield mana as a mage. Frank found another way. It nearly cost him his life. Now on the run and burned by the very magic he sought and craved, he is a pilgrim traveling to the The Eternal Tree, font of Perseverance. Frank hopes Ir-karlak will grant him some way to recover from the fires that scorched him. Without snuffing out the embers those fires lit within, for he has learned to harness them and he would not give up magic for the world. *** In the last 21 days, as I update this, I've managed about 18-19 updates. So Scorched should update most days, muse willing. She's fickle, sometimes. Not every day, but most. If there's an update for the day, it will be at 7PM, GMT+2. *[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] Actually completed it. :) *
8 393Flor monstruo [Spanish]
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8 64He Never Loved Me (#Wattys2019)
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8 169Elysium
The first God, Prometheus.A being that transcended simple Godhood. He stood at the apex of power, the pinnacle of creation. But it was his might that became his downfall.His heart corrupted as his lovers and friends withered away with the passing of time. He envied them; their mortality and he thristed for it, more and more with each second.His mind and soul were thrown in an endless maelstrom of envy over his own brethren and raw madness. But before he gave into the pull of insanity he ended his own life.Overloading his own power in an explosion so massive that the fundamentals of space and time were distorted, a lone soul made its way through the cracked dimensions; bypassing nether and purgatory. Astray and confused the small wisp entered its new life.
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8 140Phoenix
The story of the Dragon and Phoenix is a myth, a tale constructed by our wildest imaginations. Unless the tale isn't fiction.It is said that every generation, fate bestows its imprint into the blood of two vessels replenished with new life, still innocent of the world. Upon their birth, they are the game pieces, their paths, the board, and fate; it's only player.~One became an Emperor. He followed a path of trials and tribulations, war, and bloodshed. His sovereignty was one seized by travail force. His victims were slaughtered to their grave, never to be spoken of again. The cost of power was only his humanity and name, both stained in blood.The other stayed innocent.She followed a path of a simple, conservative life. She was content, happy, and yet, she possessed a heart brimming with hopes and dreams she dared not speak, a mind filled with intelligence she dared not reveal, and eyes full of tears she could not let fall.So unlike, and yet, fate holds the key to their parallel destiny.And so, it isn't a surprise for the heavens when she is chosen, chosen for a harem filled with cunning and bitter women skilled in the art of despicable scheming. Chosen for an Emperor, whose very name renders shivers down one's spine and who's sinful deeds haunt the empire's dreams. She has no choice. She must go.But what happens when she catches the eye of that very Emperor?After all, the Dragon is nothing without his Phoenix.
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