Chapter 4
The blurry outline of the ceiling of a room, shrouded in shadows. The sound of a light air instrument playing serenely. The feeling of a coarse blanket and new, tight bandages. The taste of dried blood. The smell of forgetting. ‘S’ turned to the side. On the other side of the semitransparent divider, lit by the moonlight on some sort of ledge, a person danced while playing the instrument. Around and around for as long as ‘S’ looked at them. Balls of light were appearing aroun
You stumble after your rescuer, not sure whether to curse or bless your soggy, frigid boots as you trudge through the dirty snow. You leave the clearing, happy to get away from the river, and cross back into the loblolly forest, the freezing rain making the journey incredibly uncomfortable. Then the forest you are traveling through thickens into a deep cypress wood, dark and damp and quiet. Something crunches beneath your boot- a pile of stark bones and rancid fur, the corpse of what appears to
The Time We Have Left
I am an ocean
of blood, draining into a
dark, misty abyss
The Path Ahead
I am a feather
Jet black, drifting through skies of
Arcadian cities
The Heavens Behind Us
I choke on gasoline fumes,
Summoning courage to break,
These gilded, granite walls.
Corroding in these small rooms,
Eating myself alive to make,
It out of these ascending walls.
I’m not okay, the floor’s stained,
Fighting
Chapter 1
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack...
Piercing and sharp, then throbbing and aching, that was the only way Bass could describe the pain. You’d think, after a few times, it would get easier to transition from one state of being to the other, but Bass felt the sting all the same. Bass sat up, and looked down at his pristine set of pyjamas, and large bed. It never failed to amaze him that he was more well of while being basically dead, than being alive. By t
“Where do people go when they die?”
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Prologue - 9 years ago
Clickety-clack, clickety-clack, clickety-clack...
Loud. All too loud. Why...is it so loud? All these sounds, all around me... Where is Treble, where is everyone... Light, then dark. Then light again. The blurry outline of trees out of a hazy window. My head... it hurts... why does it hurt? How can I stop the pain? A flash of a person, a tight embrace. “It’s alright... it will be alr
Skyward.
The book that first sparked my love for Brandon Sanderson’s writing. I read it around this time last year, and to be honest… I didn’t really care much for books back then. Sure, there were some good ones, Harry Potter, The Hunger Games-but none of them felt like something I’d carry with me forever.
Skyward was that something.
I finished it in two days.
Two scudding days.
It was intense, gripping, and constantly surprising, every page brought something new.
I love
[CONTENT/TRIGGER WARNING]
Some of the following poems/stories are kinda depressing and may be triggering. Consider not reading these if you are depressed or get triggered by certain things.
PA
"Attention all! Attention all! Please be aware that we are undergoing technical ... hindrances, and thus our systems will be offline until further notice while we investigate and remedy these issues. I repeat, all non-critical systems will be offline until further notice! We apologize
You stumble out of the school in a daze. The world around you is almost worse than the graveyard of the hallways, lonely and broken. You cross the quad, the parking lot, the sports field, and by the time you reach the forest you have accelerated to a full sprint. You don’t notice until your vision is suddenly distorted by an inconvenient drop of water that the rain has finally broken open, and you suddenly cannot tell the raindrops on your cheeks from the tears. No, you can’t cry. What’s the poi
Chapter 3
2nd day on ???
Woke up at around Starhigh with a bleeding and broken leg and a few shattered ribs. I was not as fortunate as I was last time, and didn’t land in the ocean liquid again. My body doesn’t hurt, per se, the Pure-blood Ink is holding up, but damn, it was hard to stand up and walk around. It seems that I am closer to the spire now, so I will be heading over, for the possibility of civilisation and more supplies. I’ve bound up my leg and foot and ribs as be
Help
Aug 2, 2025
I don’t know what to do. They’re gonna find me, I can’t hide forever. Even if they don’t I’ll need food and water eventually. I don’t even know why I’m writing this, it’s not like anyone will find it. I just wish someone would. I wish someone was out there to help me. I wish I could just escape this awful place. Why does life have to be so cruel? Why did I have to end up with them? And why did I have to just… ugh. This is all my fault… I shouldn’t have done that, I’m s
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about how much has changed in just a few months. When you start your journey as a trans girl, everything feels like it’s in high-definition—the good, the bad, and the extremely awkward. One of the biggest things I’ve realized is that you can’t really do this alone. You need a party, like in a high-stakes RPG, to help you navigate the maps you haven't explored yet. For me, that party has been the online communities I’ve stumbled into, especially the 17th Shard.
Rambler
“They’re coming I know it I’ve seen they they’ve seen me we know we know we know we know…”
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“I should just give up they’re probably here already it’s no use I’m dead I’m dead I’m dead…”
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“No please no no no stop touching me stop touching me stop touching me please please please…”
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“Why can’t I see why can’t I see turn on the lights what is that sound where am I where am I oh where am I…”
…
“No what are you doing no no no no no please I don’
kowat
The garden is overgrown
The kingdom overthrown
The future still unknown
Midst dark, storm and stone
Here we stand, not alone
Retribution takes the throne
Offering honor to atone
The spirits he won’t own
Honor is dead,
But you won’t suffer this time.
Shadows
Staring out a window
Shadows on the pavement
Surely these are monstrous
Who would say so
They are shelter, sent
To hide us in the dus
Sorry I didn't write much today.. I'll probably write more soon but no promises ofc. I have some ideas though...
Happy Why What
Why am I happy, and what do I do with it?
I don’t want to lose it, but that means I can’t do it—
What I want, what I usually would do.
I can’t ensadden myself—can’t sink myself.
I need to preserve this feeling,
Nurture it,
And want it.
π
- Lily the Happy I Think
Hey ya'll! Some of you may know I'm very passionate about getting adequate sleep. It's been proven to be vital for both physical and mental health. But many of us (myself included until several months ago) just get 7 hours (or less) and say we're good, but wonder why we're tired, struggle to get out of bed, and deal with so much fatigue and mental struggles. You've probably heard the estimates that teens should get 8-9 hours of sleep, and adults should get 7-8 or so. But that doesn't do as much
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The entire Chappel roan discography
I’ll put more if I think of them
@Through The Living Girl
You lose your mind, you tell yourself. No, it’s been gone for years. The reality hits like a truck- people are dying and you have been spending your life pretending to be a student, delusionally sitting still for hours and hours, lost in a maze of hallucinations and radioactive insanity. You slam the laptop shut and stuff it into your rotting backpack, then drag yourself out of the classroom. The stone corpses of what used to be students shocks you- in your delusions, you never came to terms wit
Chapter 2
1st day on ???
Finally woke up after crashing onto this planet. The calibration was off because of that thing, and we landed in some body of liquid instead of land, the records say. We must’ve drifted here a while ago, because my clothes are fully dry. I’m currently on a beach of sorts, and it appears to be almost Starset time. From where I am now, I can’t see any signs of civilisation other than a distant spire. I’ll head over there and see if there’s anything wort
I made another.
b3b5…8938.exe
May sat at her desk, navigating through the mess of tabs and windows she had open. She had so many things stored in her clipboard that she lost track of what each was for. What May was doing wasn’t exactly…encouraged by the law, but she had to know. Concentrating, May worked through each step, luckily coming across very few errors. She had to get this right, and there were no second chances.
At last, May clicked “download” and sat back, anticip
