Silver Angel is the name of the girl. Ton Washi is the name of the boy. Together they shall show some of the ways of their life and what it is like for them. (Story form for Poetry so it does go by chapters) Please leave a review, I enjoy seeing what you all have to say about my stories.

"Nice to meet you, I promise I won't bite! Around here just call me the Human!" Hello humanity, we finally meet...

Have you ever seen animals die and immediately come back to life? Honestly, I have. Yeah, right? Seeing is believing. Why don't you stop criticizing my imagination and read on?

A Short story in the form of a poem. Tells the story of a statue of a woman and her journey to become a human.

Oh, why is it that we cannot be friends at the end of the world? I want to gather around the bonfire and sing at the top of my lungs! Make it stop! Make it stop! Join me in my apocalyptic cheer!

Il y avait très loin d'ici une bête aux yeux noirs reclus dans des contrées lointaines. Elle cherchait à découvrir notre monde auquel l'accès lui était refusé car elle faisait tâche. Elle a alors fini par tout briser, la bête aux yeux noirs. C'est l'heure de sa vengeance. Fuyez tous car personne ne la survivra.

i'm chained up in these sheets/ eyes open, mouth unbound/ but still i cannot speak

And always, it is calling. Always, it pulls me so

A poem depicting Orfeus's sorrow when Hades took his wife.

A peice of random poetry based on a sad story concept I scraped a while back. It works better in a more surreal medium anyways.

Multiple poems of fantasy and hurt with a fairytale mix.

So she was branded-Spawn of Vain. This is Vaajltirqa Vul Soren's balled along with Slatehrim's appearance.

A Hershey chocolate heart, newly discovered fresh breath of air. Gallons of sugarcoated words, entangled threads, lemon scented poppy seeds.

Blissful nothingness, the time to fall into an endless deep sleep. Eccentric marigold, lost within a world of wonder and magic, irreplaceable childhood innocence.

Exotic vampire angels, belittled white doves, our immortal children.

The gifted chosen ones, roses in bloom, an impending doom.

A little girl wonders what is in the forest that her parents don't want her to see.

Poésie - Réflexion sur le beau, le laid, le bien, le mal, la lumière et l'ombre... Ou comment une trop grande confiance peut avoir des conséquences désastreuses.

Conceived by lust, temptation, and demons.

A Five Nights at Freddy's poem.

A poem vaguely based on the Viking/Celtic/Pict/Druid raids.

Raven hair and raven wing, go out into a storm again

Mother Luna is here to stay...

Night's lowest ebb appears to inspire some rather odd fixations.

Celestial majesty, ebony and ivory gemstones, lingering ashes. Ever the same little wonders, shattered pieces of artwork. The heart and essence of you, ill-fated fortune, a good conscience.