Nothingless Stories

This is a drawing book or at least I guess you could possibly call it that. In this book never are what you call drawings but with no efforts basely into any of them and are drawin for no reason or because I am bored. Enjoy... I guess?

She hears nothing and everything, silence is her only wish, she is lonelier than you can ever imagine, so listen to her story well. You may have to look twice to see the little details that hold significant meaning.

a thrill into poetry!that feeds the mind of one who finds it relatable Re decipher new emotions in life by just a glance of what it offers

nothing important venting

From the day he was born, Donald Zinkoff had a hard time fitting in. He was too strange, too slow, to stupid. Yet, he never gave up. He pushed himself to his limits to become the person he wanted to be. Now he has no regrets. "If we could go back in time, what would we change?" asked Julio as walked beside Donald. "I wouldn't change anything. They say everything happened for a reason," said Donald. "So you think everything that happened to us until this point brought us together." Julius bounced a soccer ball off his knee and caught it in his hands. "Yeah, I guess I do," said Donald, breaking out into a big smile. Though he life changes for the worst when he has to go home to the family that called him a loser.

Multiple little snippets of just small shower thoughts and general knowledge of passing thoughts.

A compilation of poems and essays written through the years.

Nothingness is nothingness so I don't Know why I'm writing this book? Maybe coz I'm bored. Anyhow if you get bored easily read this coz its amazeballs. But all the bored people have probably gone..... Oh well I'll write this anyway

Ok this is just a place to put some of my poems that I am being forced to put on here even though some of them suck in my opinion. So if you want to go on then you have been warned

This is not a story. But if you're curious read it

I wake to a lonely city with only the sunlight my friend. The darkness is yet to come but a glimps of what it hides. The Geist are the darkness, they roam the shadows with a hunger for flesh.

Can you disabuse glass of its transparency? Poems by Lin Tarczynski, dedicated to the memory of Melva Jo Lewis of Lompoc, California.

This is a short story about , how a Pluviophile(one who loves rain), falls into a romance with the existence, on a rainy day, when she attains a mindly state of immersion with the existence, to an extent that she gives-over herself in the hands of the nature ( described as her lover).

Much like Lazarus, Love could be resurrected.

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