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When Sunny and Violet's mother goes out for a night they decide to play a new game with some friends. They thought they would play the game and continue with their night until they get sucked into the world of Caedis.  A game where survival seems unlikely.

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Magic amplifies feelings, feelings amplify magic. Users of magic should be careful that their heads are cool and their hearts are calm when using magic. It's really tough for Naturals, who are using magic all the time, no matter if they're thinking about it or not.

Lilia Martinson has always wanted to be a mage from an early age. From an early childhood, Lilia has also loved girls - a fact that she has not kept hidden until recently when she turned 17. And now, she's going to attend a school for magically gifted people.

But then she bumps into a Rose Caldwell, a pink-haired girl who appears cold and distant, almost rudely so. Lilia can't keep her eyes away from her, though. In a world where powerful feelings can literally kill, falling in love sounds like a bad idea gone worse for a Natural. But, you "Can't Help Falling in Love with You..."

This is a poem about my friend who is a lesbian stuck in an abusive, homophobic, misogynistic home. Please give her some love.

Hello everyone Nova here, this is my book Pandemonium

Enter a realm where the veil between life and death is fragile, and chaos reigns supreme. "Pandemonium: Tales of Death and Chaos" is a mesmerizing collection of short stories that explore the intricate dance between mortality and the abyss. Each story delves into the profound emotions and harrowing experiences that accompany the inevitable march towards the end.

Within these pages, you will encounter a diverse cast of characters grappling with the ultimate uncertainty. From a grieving mother who seeks solace in supernatural rituals to a tormented artist whose work blurs the line between creation and destruction, these stories navigate the depths of despair, desperation, and the haunting allure of the unknown

This is short pieces about information, venting and other things of the sorts.

This also features short stories the author has to dump here.

TW: Self-Harm, Blood, Suicide, Gore, Homophobia, Transphobia, Discrimination, Crying, Detailed

I find a home where others are afraid to live....

This poem is for all my friends in the queer community who has struggled, and are still struggling. This is an assurance that we are strong and can survive any danger that comes along the way. We are valid and we exist.Enjoy!🏳️‍🌈

Here, you'll find a series of blog entries containing details of my thoughts, opinions, and analysis of specific dramas under the gay category.

Have you ever felt like you just don't belong the way everyone else does? Or you just don't fit in the same way everyone else does? This story expressed a young teenager's experience in finding themselves throughout their high school years and how it's not pretty,

Todoki is a girl, a normal school girl, whose life is filled with unmindful and relaxing but unsatisfied reflexes. She wants something more. Something that will make her presence visible and viable, and also a part of the special one. But what's the achievement she is going to approach? Where will she end? Will she be fine?

Through much dismay, I have decided to take my own life by throwing myself over the bridge before me. No longer do I contain my serum, and terrible memories, the anxiety of dark rooms, behind each corner… it is all too much for me, and no longer, without the soothing nature of my morphine, will I continue. Beside my point of leaping, I am leaving my story for those who investigate my death, for in life, no soul understood the truth of my horrific experience, and I hope, dearly, that the splat of my being will punctuate the continuation of that awful decrepit creature which inhabited my college room.Through much dismay, I have decided to take my own life by throwing myself over the bridge before me. No longer do I contain my serum, and terrible memories, the anxiety of dark rooms, behind each corner… it is all too much for me, and no longer, without the soothing nature of my morphine, will I continue. Beside my point of leaping, I am leaving my story for those who investigate my death, for in life, no soul understood the truth of my horrific experience, and I hope, dearly, that the splat of my being will punctuate the continuation of that awful decrepit creature which inhabited my college room.