Life is collectively referred to as a dark fantasy, although many of us attempt incorporating ideas in our head, searching for ways to escape reality. I for one believe anything that can befriend you, can kill.

Every creature has a dark side but mine doesn't have my best interests at heart, I mumble short prayers, locking all the doors and windows shut.

Every step I took upstairs, made the wooden stairs creek, I keep having this feeling am been followed but every time I look back, am left with goosebumps and my head increasing in size.

I swallowed an imaginary saliva down my throat and continue walking up slowly otherwise I will freak out and run upstairs, that will mess up my night.

If you know anything about darkness, you'll know it leaves no room for the weakest heart. This foreign presence happens whenever am home alone, I made a research on the life beyond and discovered that the level of one's fear determines how far we're willing to let the darkness in.

I gently crawl under the duvet and sleep on my right side facing the door, my heartbeat was accelerating, you could hear every beat of it. 2,3,4 minutes later, the gruesome feeling was gone and I accidentally took a nap that lasted for two minutes until my ears picked a creaking footstep 👣 approaching in the direction of my room, dragging a metal object on the wall,  I froze on the bed.

I searched for my phone under the duvet and my eyes found it far on the table which was close to the door, this wasn't a normal circumstance so,  my mind is blank.

"Do you wanna play", the voice said, sounding distant but very  near. That was when I remembered all the short phrases used in horror movies, I stupidly find myself screaming them one by one.

Is anyone out there?

"Who the hell are you?"

Show yourself coward.

"What do you want from me?"

The noise died down and just when I thought it's over, the door to my room was kicked open with full force.

Just a place where I put some of my poetry. My poems are generally about the world we live in and the world we dream about, about the rage and pain and love and hope that makes up the human experience.

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~’ If we could all go back to our beginning, when we were loved by all the world and nature, we’d do it again. ‘

‘ Goodbyes hurt when the story is not finished,

and the book has been closed. ‘~

{[Warnings: Depression, alcohol, cigarettes, abvse]}

Mind Healing Practices that make you invincible.

Welcome to the story of Two Sides of the Same Coin, a story about Renée and Sonny, two people who are as different as night and day, yet deeply in love.

Renée loves the rain, while Sonny loves the sun. Renée is struggling with emotional issues, while Sonny is a beacon of hope and positivity. But despite their differences, Renée and Sonny are drawn to each other like two sides of the same coin.

This is a story about love, acceptance, and finding your soulmate. It is a story about how two people can complete each other, even when they come from different worlds.

I hope you will enjoy the story of Two Sides of the Same Coin as much as I have enjoyed writing it.

Confused for a snake, a baby dragon is pulled from a snare and carefully nursed back to health.

As it regains strength, it gives its savour a Wish; an orb filled with liquid that grants any desire.

But with it being under-developed, every Wish has its own darkness that accompanies it with the worse consequences.

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This story was originally made for a Penana Contest about 3 Wishes that had consequences.

depressing sad poem, enjoy!

Whether these are true or not is up to you​​​​​​​(also couldnt come up with a better title :D)

The little girl with dragon wings who works at the dress shop is silent, obedient, and most of all, loyal. She always does all the work asked of her without complaint or question. Nobody sees what’s truly inside. Not even her.

But one day, she meets a being who does.

​(STORY EDITING. GRAMMAR NOT POLISHED.)

Once, people believed that there exists something of a rare ability. Something of the impossible.

But only the royalties have actually seen it. No person of an inferior position than them had the privilege of gazing upon the said miracle.

But for decades, the said miracle has gone missing. And whoever finds it would have honor never before bestowed on anyone.

But none have yet to succeed.

It cannot stand the heat of the sun. For it was one with the water. It can command any form of water, may it be the pond, the river and most especially the sea, to heal anyone who holds it if the need arises.

And in isolation, it was kept.

In cold, it survived.

And in heat, it shattered.

It was known as the 'heart of the sea'.