《EMOTIONS》REALITY
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I thought living for a hundred years
Having money,good house,cars ,Fame
Education,Health was true happiness
It's what we all strive for in this life
But the bitter truth is none of the above
Satisfies the Soul and Urge of mankind
Where there is "no love" there is no life!
We all have that one or more insecurities
Something we hide and fear the most
But can't share or talk about to anyone
We may carry it till we quick the bucket
Though we may share some with friends
It still remains untouched and unspoken
We carry healthy hearts in the eyes of doctors
But before our own ,it's rotting gradually!
We all have dark rooms where we break down
Weep and Cry the hell out but smile at the light
"A date with love is worth a thousand dates with Sorrow"
We all hear about happiness but have not
Felt or experienced it fully to capacity
We're all pretenders who please friends,parents and society but ain't happy
We caress and pity our true selves in the dark
Wishing we could get them out of the closets
But fear and rejection make us close the doors!
Life makes more sense while your at the death Bed than when your energetic and kicking
It's when reality and regrets cover you up
Your only answer and song will be "I WISH"
But time won't give you an extra loan to
Spend
We all have today,to love,have fun,be Ourselves and happy at heart and Soul
Tomorrow is heard off but today is reality!!
😊
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The Last Primal
Darkness. The ultimate ruler, the true One-Above-All. Everything starts from it, and everything returns to it eventually. People say that in your final moments, darkness seeps in your very existence, engulfs your whole being. They say it’s an incredibly relaxing feeling that takes you on your journey to your afterlife. They say that in the very darkness, the ‘nothingness’ your weary soul will finally be able to rest and relax. This brings up some very philosophical and existential questions. Do you even exist?
8 392Alea Ludo
Troy Ambrose is a man that is no stranger to anguish and tragedy. The only solace he has left in his life is a small-time bar where he works as a bartender with his benefactor—Gideon Maynard. However, his life of solitude takes a drastic twist of fate when the IRS threatens to foreclose on the bar in a matter of two weeks unless he can accumulate three hundred and twenty-five thousand dollars. Ambrose swears to gather the money through any means necessary—no matter what the cost. Fortunately, his chance to save the bar presents itself in the form of a man by the name of Tanet—a mysterious individual that offers Ambrose one million dollars. To obtain the money, Ambrose must participate in a survival game inside of the facility of entertainment—Serendipity—where dreams and desires are realized by those that fight for them. However, he must face off against eleven other people. Only one can leave with the grand prize of one million dollars. In a game where money and lives are on the line, how far is everyone willing to go to win? (Cover Art is Provided by https://tiredjane.deviantart.com/) This piece of fiction is a participant of the WriTer's Pledge.
8 100A Hunter's Second Life Aggression
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8 147The Adventure of Two Mildly Sociopathic Siblings in a Poorly Designed VRMMORPG World
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8 182Vastmire and the Planet Longan
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