Sublime Stories

Some truths can only burden gods...

Corwin sat alone, the dying embers of his hearth casting shadows that flickered like restless spirits. The wind howled through the trees, rattling shutters and whispering secrets of the night. Each gust reminded him of Lenore, taken too soon, her absence a wound no time could heal. A sudden tapping at the window made him start. "Who's there?" he called, voice trembling. Only the sighing wind answered. Then, atop the bust of Athena, a raven appeared, black as midnight, its eyes gleaming with strange intelligence. Corwin shivered. "Messenger or demon," he whispered, "what brings you here?" The raven's beak opened: Nevermore. The word sank into him like ice. He sank into his chair, despair tightening his chest. "Then there is no solace, no balm for my grief. Lenore... can I never see you again?" Nevermore. The raven's gaze pierced him. Shadows grew longer, darker, as if night itself had claimed him. Memories of Lenore-her laughter, her hand in his-once sweet, now stabbed like daggers. Time lost meaning; the raven's refrain haunted him relentlessly. At dawn, Corwin understood the terrible truth: grief is eternal. Some losses leave a mark no prayer can soothe. The raven remained, silent, a dark sentinel over all he had lost. Corwin sank to the floor, whispering into the empty room: "Evermore... you are my companion." Some shadows, he realized, follow the soul beyond mortal life. Memory itself can be both curse and companion.

"All those things floating inside your Mind , Just scribble them down to yield tranquility Inside " A Few Poems Written By Me. (Contents further in book) ...

"Electric Serenades" is a collection of free verse poetry that delves into the surreal and sublime. Each poem explores dreams, desires, and the human experience with vivid imagery and a unique cadence. This anthology invites readers to journey through a landscape where reality and imagination blur, creating a poetic symphony that resonates deeply.

Sodapop Curtis x oc read to find out I suppose🤷🏼‍♀️🙏

S U B L I M E - of unparalled grace or beauty; something otherworldly, almost godlike. ❝Sublime your essense in my imperfect misconceptions of cracked edges, Unravel the mystery beneath layers of seemingly untold pledges. Beautify your heart's eclecticity and knowledge arcoss many a nation, Live through 'nothers orginality, setting them in motion. Instrumentalist your mind, body and soul in my will of strife, Magnificent, how, with our hearts entwined, it seems to strive. The world is our Eunoia.❞ BOOK ONE ➼ A L L U R E D ❝why, when i think about your angelic flaws, my eyes every night are left swollen and raw?❞ #1 in sublime of 126

Um quadro, um barco, uma obra de arte... tudo perfeito para uma noite de sangue. Publicado na Antologia Eu me ofereço! Um tributo a Stephen King (versão em português e inglês) e Editado pela escritora Rô Mierling.

Coaching love 🎀✨👍

In the mysterious town of Raven Hollow, Laila, fleeing from her past, encounters Zayn, a brooding artist with secrets of his own. As their connection deepens, they uncover a timeless love story haunted by a dark curse. Drawn together by fate and bound by shadows, they must confront their fears and the town's eerie secrets to fight for a love that could either save or destroy them

Poesia d'amore

This is a collection of short novellas I once wrote, some may be shorter than others, most of them are one shots.

A boy wakes up in a mysterious castle with no memory except his name. The rooms are always changing and time has lost all meaning. Reoccurring dreams hint at his forgotten past while he tries to navigate this strange new world. As more people appear, and the castle begins to reveal its secrets, he starts to see behind the veil, wondering at the hidden mechanisms driving existence around him. A girl walks away from her childhood home, leaving her life--and reality--behind. She meets a strange creature and inadvertently breaks the foundation of existence, setting out to find the end to all endings. Her adventure leads her past the edges of time and into the void itself, where possibility is permission and her life can be anything she wants it to be. A boy follows a fox into the woods and his world changes forever--past and future tangling into a convoluted web. He rediscovers his greatest friend, but loses everything he's ever known, lost and wandering in a waking dream. When reality fractures and time turns back on itself, can they find a way to put the pieces back together, or is life just better this way? This novel is 100% complete and available to buy on Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/1689792809

Under Construction

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BIG TRIGGER WARNING!! Will discuss rape, alcohol, and possible other triggering topics. This is inspired by Sublime's song, Date Rape.

A poetry collection written by a Chinese girl. Biggest life goal of her: sitting in perfect balance of daylights and nights, back towards a mysterious naked tree, a cup of chai is better than coffee. Thinking, turn a being as living

𓇬✽༉‧₊˚.𓇬✽༉‧₊˚.𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 𝗢𝗡𝗘 ‧₊˚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘪'𝘮 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘨𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? [ᴋᴘᴏᴘ ꜱᴏʟᴏɪꜱᴛ ᴀᴜ] [ᴋɪᴍ ɢᴏᴇᴜɴ ᴀꜱ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ] [ᴋɪᴍ ɴᴀᴍᴊᴏᴏɴ x ᴏᴄ]

One meter tall. Reptile skin. Protruding fangs. Unfriendly, snarling, hard to get rid of. And all green. Goblin. A whole tribe, actually. For years they have plagued the valley, which soon had to add another point to the long list of shattered nerves: the birth of a boy, walking by the hand with an absurd, inviting madness for a dance. Here's Howk: moderately smart, locked in the cage of his own mind, living in the stereotype of rural pathology. The guy who causes problems at every turn, disappointing everything that could be disappointed, and constantly driving either father mad or mother cry. Or both. And if that was not enough, he finds his best friends not in his peers, but in this damned forest plague that everyone in the town would like to eradicate for good. HOWK is full of raw, strong narration and many humorous inserts, all in relatively simple language, sprinkled by the reality with a goblin on the back of the neck.

"Wasn't looking, wasn't expecting, was random, but when I met you I knew I found my Serenic Serenity in simple terms My Serendipity" He said. The feeling of the term love which many people defined for me but whenever it turned out useless. But in this particular time of the day I am purely fortunately embraced with the flow of love running throughout my viens. I smiled and embraced him.