Some people say it is better to have love and lost, than to have never loved at all. But when that love is gone, you realise it would have been better if you hadn't met them after all. For nothing lasts forever, No love stands forever, And no lover can go on forever. -----------------------------------------------------------------Some emo poetry <3…
A creation myth about Sirens. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A tale from the Sirens maw, their feelings as they see a ship aloft. Men, they said in haunting tones. I'd like to play with those. In the end they ne'er again float, their treasury sunk to the bottom of the sea floor. Plot a course to the pearly gates, a tribute to all sunk by pretty maids. - A tribute to Sirens, drowned and forgotten - who rose again to make sure their memories remained besotted._________________________________________…
(#1 in Fanfiction in the Lotus Awards, Lion Awards.)A Theomione;Theodore Nott finds an amazing apartment to lease for the short amount of time he's in Michigan, on a bet, he falls to the lowly status of middle-class muggles. He's living quite comfortably in the apartment until an unwanted house guest shows up. A guest with frizzy hair and warm bright eyes. Hermione Granger, his old rival. The both of them fight and bicker over the apartment; stubborn and thick-headed, unwilling to surrender. Crossing horns at every corner. So what will Theodore do, when he's forced to live with the, newly gorgeous, bookish, Hermione Jean Granger? And what will he do, when he learns something so shocking about her, it rocks him off of his world? (Basically the plot of 'Just Like Heaven.')𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.…
The Ocean was as calm as a shallow pond on a clear day once. Not a ripple on it's clear surface, except for when it rained. The waters were thought to be the most sacred, the most beautiful in creation ever to exist. The water in it so pure - the Gods themselves would bathe in it. Mortals would drink from it as to capture any essence left of the Gods they could, and call themselves Holy. But one day, a ripple appeared on the surface. Gone unnoticed by most of everyone, but those who did deemed themselves insane. And then the ripple would come daily, always at night but so frequent, that people began to wonder - does a monster lurk in the shadows of the night? A monstrous beast to foul the great waters of the Sea? But none, it was a girl. With curious and magnificent sea blue eyes. But what could have those eyes have ever seen that the water turned so bitter, that no one could quench their thirst no more? That the clear unbreakable surface of the water became deluded and cloudy? How did the sheet of water, smoother than a mirror - rise to reach at the Moon then, every day hence? What happened to turn something the Gods themselves revered, to something so bitter and damning?…
[#1 in Lily Awards 2022 (Sad/Tragedy)]A descendant of Selene, the Titaness of the moon happens to be madly in love with a girl, Seraphina.He was told - that if you love someone, you should let them be free. He was told not to follow the footsteps of the Titaness of the moon, who fell in love with Endymion, a handsome bloke. Though he tries - he wants to follow in the footsteps of Selene, but he resists. He wants to be able to talk to her - not stare at her as she sleeps for eternity. He wants her to love him. But she doesn't. Serephina wants to sleep forever, and not in the kind Selene herself would inspire. But the kind, Oizys, the Greek goddess of depression, anxiety, and grief would inspire. Pantheras cares for her deeply. He loves her. He wants her to be there for him but she doesn't. She wants to be gone, she doesn't love him, she only loves the calm and mysterious glow of the moon during Nyx's reign of the day. The only way, though for both of their fantasies to come true - is to follow in the footsteps of their ancestors. But Serphina, a beautiful, clever girl of twenty, wants not to be the Endymion of the story. She just wants to be gone. She wants peace, she does not want to cry every day. She does not want to look at the ruins of her old home where her family died - She does not want to be overrun with grief day after day. She just wants to be free.⚠Trigger Warning: Suicide.⚠𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.…
(#1 in Lily Awards in Paranormal/Supernatural, #1 in the Lion Awards in Mystery, #1 in the creative writing awards for paranormal/suspense.) Manchester High School has an old legend. A boy close to graduation was found missing one day and presumed dead. No forensic evidence was found at the school, at his home or anywhere, not a soul but he knew how he died. They say he was murdered by a jealous teenager who saw him with his girlfriend one day. They also say that his spirit still roams the halls freely. Tormenting the freshmen with fresh images from his demise. Tara Banks is taking a test one day, a test on animals and plants, asexual and sexual reproduction when a sudden cold overwhelms her. A hoarse voice at her ear. One could assume it was Alastair, the boy who died. But what did he want from Tara?𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.…
Camp Half-Blood and Camp Jupiter were turning. It was a sunny, bright day in camp when people began falling to the ground, screaming in agony.None more than Percy Jackson. Waves taller than the mountains crashed into the shoreline. Lighting shone and Thunder boomed. The children of the Gods were sprouting wings. But that's not all they were sprouting. A new legacy of powerful Heathen gods was made into existence on August 18, 2011.With feathered wings, incredible powers and newfound immortality, they were the most powerful beings in the universe. As if made by Khaos itself. But none of them was anywhere near as powerful as their King and Queen. Percy Jackson and Annabeth Chase. The Roman camp and Greek camps now merged to form a newer, stronger base. Eretherals they called themselves. The Gods, in fear of their position in the universe, will do anything to find a way to rid their children of their power. But they would need to study one of them before they could take any action. So they struck when the camp was in its weakest state. When it was sleeping. They took Annabeth out of her bed and had Hypnos put her into a deep and powerful sleep, storing her in an unbreakable glass chamber Hephaestus himself made. When the camp realised their Queen had been taken, threats of War arose on the plumes of smoke rising from the burning wreckage that was once a pile of gifts given to the demigods by the Gods. They never saw the green-eyed and Raven-haired Eretheral leave camp. They never saw him coming.𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚…
A Dramione;Hermione and Draco get paired together for the Yule Ball, to represent Hogwarts as their best dancers. Only Draco knows how passionately he despises her. How he could never stand for anybody else to hate her as fiercely as he. But when he starts spending more and more time with her, he comes to see she is that bad and hates her even more for it. What would he do if Hermione told him about Victor Krum fancying her at the Yule ball?𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.…
‧͙⁺˚*･༓[ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐩 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 ]༓･*˚⁺‧͙…
Sequel to the Eternal Sleep:'What took you so long?' The woman pulled back and asked me. Why did she have such a... Happy look on her face? 'I collect souls when it is their time.' I say, in a daze. No one had looked at me like that before, not even my mother. Why did that expression make me feel so... Tingly inside? §Death is alone. He understands pain. He is hated for taking away loved ones. They do not realise, that if he did not collect souls - they would wreak havoc on the living world. Haunting people's dreams and turning vengeful. He is used to being shunned from the God social gatherings. He is used to being people afraid of him. He is used to having mortals beg him to let them live. He has no power over life and death, he tells them often. That he only collects the souls so they don't pile up on the mortal world. But what he is not used to is a girl, barely in her twenties, welcoming him with open arms. Asked him questions not about whether she could return to the living world - but about him.𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.…
New to Canva? Don't know what the little knobs and flashy buttons do? This a guide to those buttons, and to those who want to make their covers better than ever before. Including some tips on how to save money - and independantly manufacture your own army of covers. This is Rvelra's tutorial for Canva. A how to for everyone who needs it. I hope this helps.𝙄𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙢 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙥𝙖𝙙, 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙗𝙨𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙞𝙩 𝙨𝙖𝙛𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚.…
[ ] 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖓[💕] 𝕮𝖑𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖉[ ] 𝕭𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖐 𝖙𝖔 𝕮𝖆𝖙𝖈𝖍 𝖀𝖕❁𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝗥𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗿𝗮 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭 ❁…