Musing Stories

The ancient and tragic journey of the vampire Vittoria de Luca Bonenfant as she so vividly recalls. The struggles of an immortality she deems to be forsaken by God. A Christian who is loath to see her faith wain. A vampire with the profound inability to take mortal life and allow the warmth of human blood to make florid her pallor skin so that she might not be, in her view, this grotesque and perfect vision of conscious death. A vampire at a loss as she wanders the grey twilight- » » With you I leave my confessions, as in those wretched wooden rooms. Do with it as you like; tell it to your one, or to many, or burn it with my rosary, which I surely have blasphemed. How long ago the mortal soul in me was lost, I do not know. How long ago since I said, "Take me," with such hatred in my eyes. "Take me now from this cruelty!" But non, He would not. I know He has left me, my God, my Savior, my Abandoner, turned His crystalline gaze from my ruin. But with nervous hands and nervous breath did I pray to Him still, my breast cracked asunder as I strained to hear Him. But lo, that I heard the cold laughter of the Morning Star, and was blinded by the Son of Dawn. I said the words, "I will not go with you, Devil," and the Devil, who became the serpent of my rosary, and like a strange stigmata, bit my praying palm, pressed my fingerstips to his pallid lids, as though he felt a pull at his heart like so many strings. I loath him and do unto him cruel things. I like to do it. Because it is I, alas, who had become the Devil in the end, a savage Devil with sweet, ruddy tears at the rending of mortal flesh. Now, I daresay, no earthly living thing binds me to gracious mortal empathy, that mortal beating heart in its miserable rhythm. I have not eyes for their mourning visage, nor ears for their desperate cries. No heart for them. No heart. No heart that He may never forgive. #1 Poetic Prose #1 Musing photo credit: Laura Makabresku

What do you do when the world is quiet but your mind won't shut up? 3:04 A.M. is a haunting, intimate collection of fragmented thoughts, whispered confessions, and emotional snapshots scribbled in the dark. Equal parts journal, poetry, and stream-of-consciousness therapy, this book captures the sleepless moments where memories hit hardest, regrets echo loudest, and truths are too raw to say aloud. With the vulnerable honesty of a midnight voicemail and the strange comfort of a stranger's open diary, these unsent messages explore love, loss, nostalgia, and the beautiful chaos of being awake when everyone else is dreaming. This is not a book you read - it's one you feel. This is especially made for anyone who has ever stared at the ceiling and thought, "I shouldn't be feeling this much right now."

Faintly whispered confessions admitted quietly inside of a dimly lit abandoned coffeeshop after the midnight hours night after night.

A collection of prose and musings that capture life's quiet but powerful moments. From raw emotions to unspoken thoughts, each piece feels like a conversation with an old friend or a letter to yourself. Perfect for anyone who finds beauty in words and meaning in the little things, this book is a gentle reminder to pause, reflect, and feel. Published: December 12, 2024

Stacy winters is an orphan. She never knew her parents, they left her on the doorstep of St. Gertrude's Catholic School as a baby. As she grows closer to a young nun named Sister Martha, strange things start happening to her. back pains that are so sharp they bring her to her knees and suddenly she can heal ten times faster than normal.Sister Martha becomes a little too curious for Stacy's comfort and begins to wonder if something else is going on behind the scenes. As she delves further, she begins to realize that some things are best left hidden

This is basically going to be my miscellaneous folder. It's probably going to be comprised of 80% of my daily musings and 20% of fictional stuff. This is my first post in years and I plan to most more than 2 chapters. Working on consistency.

Musings on a golden girl, one shot.

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some poetry, thoughts and the occasional musing - all in one place.

Who says celebrities can't date their fans? Jake from Greta Van Fleet finds love from one of their fans. Kate Alvarez lives in Ohio, when Greta Van Fleet comes to town she blows off work to go to their show.

Yuto wants to protect it all. A short stream of consciousness musing on Yuto's life.

Pouring out my heart to people who can relate.. Trying to empower others

A story about what gets overlooked. A story about those who don't get their due. A story about them who are not credited for their attributions. A story from the point of view of ....see if you can guess.

Musings.

A young woman contrasts and compares the interactions of light, darkness, worth, and principle within her own existence.

For all of her life, Elphaba was silenced. Whether it was by family or bullies, there was always at least one person telling her to shut up. Fast-forward decades later and it seems like nothing much has changed, except this time, the silence is even worse. This time, Elphaba is silenced by her choices and actions, and that is the most painful and permanent sort of silence of all.