Cthulhu Mythos poem.

This story is rated a veryhard PG-13 for strong language and difficult themes involving substances, self harm, and mental illness

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“Damn, man, you need to settle yourself down.” The boy on my right frowns at me and shakes his head. “You shakin’ like a fuckin’ chihuahua over here and it’s stressin’ me out.” His long black hair is tucked behind his ears and tied back by an intricate yellow bandana. High cheekbones and dark skin reveal a native heritage--probably Navajo. He looks to be about as tall as I am and cuts an imposing figure amongst the other kids in the circle.

“Language, Jordan.” It seems like Rodriguez might be losing his grip on the group already. “Let’s get back on topic.”

“Depression.” The dark-skinned girl, Alexis, has a notepad of her own and seems to be taking a very detailed account of the session. “Elliot Bishop was just talking about his depression.”

“Please, we all have fuckin’ depression.” Jordan rolls his eyes and suddenly my throat tightens up and a stinging sensation inside threatens to well up in my eyes.

“Jesus Christ, give him a fucking break, Jordan! Remember your first day? Sorry, Jesus” Dark-haired girl waves up at the bloody portrait on the wall with an apologetic expression, before rounding on Jordan, who has his arms crossed into his leather vest, one clubby boot parked on the opposite knee as if daring me to challenge him. She suddenly gets to her feet and claps loudly to get everyone's attention, much to Rodriguez’s visible displeasure. “Everyone needs to chill out a little, okay? The first time in Group is hard enough without you guys getting all up in his shit. Sorry, Julian--language, I know.” She looks at each one of those gathered around the circle before her eyes land on me. “Well, at least you get an honest introduction to this madhouse.”

"From: Lost, To: The Universe" invites readers to embark on a cosmic odyssey through the intertwined destinies of Elliot Bishop and Quinn Langley. In the arid expanses of Sunview, a desert town nestled off the interstate, seventeen-year-old Elliot finds refuge in the boundless wonders of astronomy, a sanctuary from a horrific shadow that scars his past. Across the celestial tapestry, Quinn blazes her own trail, a rebel spirit tethered to the scars of her history. As they navigate the labyrinth of their shared vulnerabilities, their paths converge in the crucible of group therapy, where the constellations of their lives intersect. Through the echo of their struggles, Elliot and Quinn discover that while the universe offers infinite vistas, true liberation lies in confronting the gravitational pull of their own stories. Join them on a voyage of self-discovery, where the stars illuminate the way home.

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A Fanfic about Rocket Raccoon and the Guardians of the Galaxy.

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Rocket, after reliving the horrors of his past, comes face to face with a cage of baby raccoons on a rescue mission.

Instead of releasing them back on Earth, Rocket raises them in secrecy and tries to understand the difference in thier lives, which leads to one of his biggest decisions.

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Contains references and parts from the new Guardians of the Galaxy 3 movie.

I just tried everything I have been through this whole time, I can’t believe I grow up this so fastly, sometimes everything happens so quickly. Everything I gotta do I overthink about it. It’s like I got no Strange anymore. I feel so lazy. I don’t even know what to write now Because of my mind in a race. (you don’t even know how I fell every day about everything) Life is a race we running always we even don’t know what we going after, what we chasing here or there. Every day we wake up and we just do what we have to do after we just think about what we have to leave to do like is there anything else left we have to if it’s we going to do it. If not we just being.

So time, tricking tricking. Every time we just do better or worse. We just do our own fucking thing. I just really want to know what is this. We were a baby, kid, child, teenager, man, old man this line I mentioned previously’s going on. I positively believe this has happened again and again like a cycle, this is a repeat process. Like our ordinary life. Don’t you tired about all of this. We earn money monthly but it’s burned by daily.

I think I got a long journey ahead. I just do whatever I gotta do now. Because I want to escape from this. I just want to live like a human. Human of good minds like a simple man. I’m really tired of being afraid of everything like always. I just feel unhappy I want to be a free, free-minded man. like everyone else. When my mind not in the right position I feel uncomfortable. Like I just want to escape from that moment and go to a better place But there is no such a place as that. But every time I’m trying my best to be my best me. So let be me. I’m still trying.

This is a warning (and from a Christian's perspective). If you're interested, please keep on reading!!

It is the late twenty-fifth century, and mankind has spread across its local stars under the banners of the United Nations. However, for thirty years mankind has been at war with a reptilian race called the Zoraks, who enslave all in their way. Many take up arms against them. But some, like those of the Artemis, see fortune in it. If they can keep their weird crew together.

Listen, children, here is the story of the first winter.

Once upon a time long long ago, before the lines between gods and mortals became clear, there was a little girl. This little girl was cast out by her family, by her community, by all the people of that time.  But the plants and the beasts and the sky and the stars saw her. And they saw that she was a child. And they resolved that they would bring her out of her sorrow.

---This is a story I made up it's not a folktale or something.​​​​​​​———

This work is in the public domain and anyone can do whatever they want with it.

Stories written in the journals of two lovers whose love transcends through time and space, in two different corners of reality, each suffering without the other, and their adventures of finding each other once again.

A world is nothing without sacrifice. Leaders sacrifice face and honor, people sacrifice money and power, and others sacrifice their lives to sustain the balance of their world. It takes only a moment of negligence to set an imbalance to a world, and sets a domino effect of perturbing consequences to lay destruction in its path.

It happens every year in Altair known as Amyths where the story of two lovers are commemorated for being reunited by a bridge across the milky way. However, every two years a single person goes missing, and every two years a new tale is spun.

A collection of poems about the sky and her beauty.

Megan Low is a normal highschool student, wanting peace and nothing else. But she gets less attention than everyone else because of her average looks. 

From a dull scent of polluted rain to the scent of lavender, flowing in the air with misty mornings. Thats how strong it is to prove them wrong for judging a book by its cover.

"Payback time, motherfuckers," Megan smirked.

A star knitting away a sea of ink, only to have found themselves lost within its waters.

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