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SilvryArdor

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  1. Arden Grief feels like your words sit in your throat and refuses to leave. It sits in your heart huddled in a space like a stone, silent of the pain it caused you. Grief itself is wrecked with pain, a thousand paper cuts where it will look at you but can't see you. It won't notice, it can`t notice you. It sits in your heart with wounds that never healed yet were slashed anew every waking moment. You will think the grief eventually ends, but it won't. No matter how many screams
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    Chapter 17 ??

    I am happy to know you like it! I do apologize for the late reply, have been holding up in my hermit cave since I repaired my laptop haha
  3. You wondered why people say they felt like god, Were they mad? Its not arrogance nor hubris Just pain, Knowing I don't deserve any of the abuse I was the sanest in the room, But was told I was insane. Dismissed and ignored, How many times did you think I screamed, Before I lost my faith? - Unfortunately I was the sanest, now no more
  4. Elton, 'The garden and museum was always cared for.' Weary eyes blink in confusion, with a tilt of his head...he realized this is the first time he stumbled upon this place since he has been back and forth from his favourite bakery, its odd that the open museum have no people yet feel so alive. Brown eyes circled with cerulean blue looked around curiously, trying to gain more information on the place he had stumbled upon, ’Athenian in structure..?’ He looked up, and realized there i
  5. E I woke up to an abyss, I think…for the first time. I knew why Erebus was born. I woke up with the undying fact that I am alone, Untethered, Unleashed with no collar around my neck. Loneliness is all consuming and it consumes my soul. E My entire world was grey, It begin with a curious caress, The tip of your fingers against my lips, Oh my dear, if only you knew better, and then I felt your lips upon it, It was like a thousand r
  6. Book II Three ancient souls, This, is the story of Elton Elton`s mind is broken. His misfortune in life chipped at his soul and his mind, eventually he found out that he carries the mistakes he made in his past life. Events after events, even the memories torment him severely to the point he went mad, unable to tell between the present and the past. He didn`t know why he still clings when he was so tired. In between the places and his own mind he found solace, but he didn`t know what or who was it that he found
  7. Short Stories: The Sun and The Moon Etienne Asteri Hwakko x Victor Baxa Etienne Ravier gave a simple yet graceful bow to the man and shake his hand. Noting the attention was on Etienne. Inside, he was laughing that his twin managed to ensnared another man...or is this the man doing the snaring? The father replied with an amused grin, he wrapped his hands around their mother's waist "The blood didnt stray far from the family apparently and I am sure they are double the trouble I hav
  8. Short Stories: The Sun and The Moon Victor x Etienne Victor "Bonjour famille Asteri!" Victor greeted the family in front of him with his deep thick accent evident. He intended to keep his greeting short and once he stood in front of his acquaintance with arms open in a friendly manner. "Merci beaucoup de m'avoir invité" he said before he took a bow from his waist. At the corner of his eyes, he saw the 2 "And congratulations on your opening night. The place looks marvelo
  9. Aw, thank you. I am happy to hear that. Made the regret I feel a bit less hahaha *coughed*
  10. Hi sure! I will increase it and use a different font. I didn`t realize they were in Times New Roman
  11. It felt like the first cold drop of rain from a cloudy dark sky The sound of rain falling on the rooftop, Against the window, Tapping, Knocking against the burdened mind, The house darker than nature`s sky, and its inhabitants, Who`s fingernails caked with both seen and unseen blood, I had ripped out my own hair, All out of grieve and worry, Before eventually my own pained haunted eyes stared back, I didn`t know brown could burn like fire
  12. SHORT STORY Etienne Slender finger holds his heavy top hat from falling, the hazel gold eyes seem as if they would burn the bare moon hanging in the sky. Said moon was hanging like a mother of pearl in the night sky. It was a simple distraction for him, simply because he doesn`t want to look elsewhere. Etienne had hidden among the moss-covered pillars and bed of human-height flowers made from glass. As he dragged his eyes back to the party he refrained from sighing. The emotions
  13. Little did Etienne know, the man he met and slept with at his family`s party turns out to be their business partner. Him being a vampire is not the worst case scenario either.
  14. A simple gesture was all it took, It was all it took to be reminded of the bad days, Like candle flame the joy diminish, Laughter ceased and, Exhaustion was evident, It was the last straw. Duty is indeed duty, The temptation to fight and conquer, Something that is only evident in survivors, To win and take what is rightfully yours, Frozen, Suddenly everything ceased The loudness stopped, The pain stopped, Dawned in realizatio
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    Flying Lessons

    Definitely did not expect that! For a moment I thought Tiryrth was not his mate haha...I accidentally cursed. It scared the crap out of me yes 😂 But I love the pairing, so many potentials for them
  16. Mlik. Hadiqa The sight was grizly, the creature's eyes were white, surrounded by dark burned wrinkle skin that should no longer stick to the bones with how it sagged. The testament that it had lived through centuries, and yellow tattered robe covered its elongated skeletal body. Horror incarnate. Bones, sinew, organs for all to see. The slender beauty was craddling it, hugging, sobbing for it. Some of its flesh did stick to him, there was no smell. Elton knew its normal, its magic. Its
  17. Ferg He snarled before hurdling the phone he was holding to the wall. Brown eyes burned with dark rage watched in satisfaction as the phone shattered into pieces. His anger suffocate him, he could barely kept his hand from shaking from uncontained emotion. His chest rise and fall, panting as any deep breath he took were ragged and choppy, all he could do was suffocate while pain laced his chest. He could feel the pad of his own fingers gripped his hair, attempting any sort of grounding
  18. All the little shards of life and stories floating in space, all tales the imagination possibly cooked up. Fragments of those that cannot make to its full potential yet still significant in the eyes of the holder. The little bits of happiness and grief, life its self. Contain Short Stories Trigger Warning: Cannibalism, Blood, Mental Health Issues: Anxiety, Depression, BPD (Any under this umbrella to be safe. Will be updated)
  19. Indeed and we are all soft inside somehow, like a soft squishy thing going inside a shell to be protected. Will it use the space to harden or remain unchanged? Lobster are also delicious! Pretty much anything questionable if seasoned well-
  20. Part I Shared looks, Discrete meetings, An echo of the past A ripple of nostalgia A hint of interest A touch of selfish pleading What is with us human? To desire what is no longer ours, To beg just so we could belong, To come despite unwanted, To say, "If I can`t have it then no one else can!" As if they are unaware of human emotions, That even made the strong Achilles weep, That made human change their fate. Why oh why
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    Moon Festival

    I too have popped out of the woods to tell you that I would love to for this to have more. Thank you for the lovely story!
  22. My poetry is like my mind, Its form and shell harden from all the pain and experience in life. But like my poetry there are no fillings, The shell exist, hardens Yet remained empty. Like a poetry with only proses, Like our existence in the universe Like a grain of sand in the Sahara, and, the emptiness of universe in the beginning of time, there is nothing else
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    Chapter 8 Soft

    Thank you so much! Its very lovely to have another appreciate the words I have placed down from the garden of my heart (Pray I do not set fire to it nor the occupants)
  24. The reply came late but thank you, I appreciate your words. These are written after a bad break up, we can say I do feel very vulnerable but now looking back at it (Despite getting back) I don`t regret writing it, nor the experience and it made me nicely enraged that I nearly forgot to love myself again.
  25. You are the soft white snow falling from the sky in a forest of lush dark green pine, You are the pure snow in a quiet peaceful winter where everything is gentle white and soft grey, You are the scent of warm fruits, of berries with sweet baked goods in the oven, You know, The one that seems to mingle with the scent of burning wood and pine from the cabin. You are the warmth of heat and coziness of a blanket during winter afternoon. You are my home, one that I do
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