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Books Read in 2021 ► Ice Planet Barbarians by Ruby Dixon

And then I am shocked anew as my khui resonates inside me. My inward being, which has lain dormant for so long, which recognizes no mate amongst my people? It vibrates and sings at the sight of this new creature. I stare at it.

minimiffy

the cutest car ꣑୧

macrolit

“Dreams, books, are each a world.”

— William Wordsworth (b. 7 April 1770)

You work with fake niceties to spread all your falsities.

1indy

They’re carving my name in the grave again..

My body has died, but i’m still alive..

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i know it's morbid, but we all die one day

(psd + atn)

macrolit

“But nothing is lasting in this world. Even joy begins to fade after only one minute. Two minutes later, and it is weaker still, until finally it is swallowed up in our everyday, prosaic state of mind, just as a ripple made by a pebble gradually merges with the smooth surface of the water.”

— Nikolai Gogol, b. 31 March 1809

Broken from the audacity of outer forces. The imposition – smile in the face of adversity. No, don’t argue. Do not stand up for yourself. Lie back, allow it. Act perfect. Your emotions are corrupt. Be ideal for those tattering your mind.

You do everything wrong, everything incorrect. Everyone has the right to deconstruct your character.

You aren’t welcomed to feel as you do.

My surface is splintered like fragile glass

#original fiction #writersociety #bullying #oucast #isolation

tamatarkha

apocalyptical beasts from the book of revelation

walkswithmyfather

“Then I saw a scroll in the right hand of the one who was sitting on the throne. There was writing on the inside and the outside of the scroll, and it was sealed with seven seals. And I saw a strong angel, who shouted with a loud voice: “Who is worthy to break the seals on this scroll and open it?” But no one in heaven or on earth or under the earth was able to open the scroll and read it.

Then I began to weep bitterly because no one was found worthy to open the scroll and read it. But one of the twenty-four elders said to me, “Stop weeping! Look, the Lion of the tribe of Judah, the heir to David’s throne, has won the victory. He is worthy to open the scroll and its seven seals.”

Then I saw a Lamb that looked as if it had been slaughtered, but it was now standing between the throne and the four living beings and among the twenty-four elders. He had seven horns and seven eyes, which represent the sevenfold Spirit of God that is sent out into every part of the earth. He stepped forward and took the scroll from the right hand of the one sitting on the throne. And when he took the scroll, the four living beings and the twenty-four elders fell down before the Lamb. Each one had a harp, and they held gold bowls filled with incense, which are the prayers of God’s people. And they sang a new song with these words:

“You are worthy to take the scroll and break its seals and open it. For you were slaughtered, and your blood has ransomed people for God from every tribe and language and people and nation. And you have caused them to become a Kingdom of priests for our God. And they will reign on the earth.”

Then I looked again, and I heard the voices of thousands and millions of angels around the throne and of the living beings and the elders. And they sang in a mighty chorus:

“Worthy is the Lamb who was slaughtered— to receive power and riches and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and blessing.”

And then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and in the sea. They sang:

“Blessing and honor and glory and power belong to the one sitting on the throne and to the Lamb forever and ever.” And the four living beings said, “Amen!”

And the twenty-four elders fell down and worshiped the Lamb.

—Revelation 5:1‭-‬14 (NLT)

Amen! 🙌

leonardospoetry

This one was inspired by a dream I had.

mybeautifulchristianjourney

“If I could hear Christ praying for me in the next room, I would not fear a million enemies.”

—

Robert Murray M'Cheyne

Smog. I felt, deeply, the name was befitting for him. I do not know him, really. He has never spoken a word to me, no verbage. He had been a constant figure since late childhood, forever looming in the dream world.

My initial encounters did not involve Smog’s visage, no, instead, I felt awareness of him. The dreamscape, frighteningly real, of my most private space – my bedroom. The door slightly ajar, toys strewn everywhere. Then I felt – felt his encroaching presence.

Suddenly I was petrified. Physically, mentally, I could not move my limbs, knowing Smog was coming. As my heart accelerated, profoundly tachycardic, I’d awaken.

Then, I met Smog…

He had the silhouette of a man, physically shaped as a man, coming to me in my slumber. Chasing, chasing, chasing, knife in hand. I finally met the strange inhabitant of my preteen dreams. I… saw him. Startled awake once he caught up to me.

Smog was not satisfied, perhaps irate, in that realm of somnolence, never being able to steal it, my life, my ability to forego living…

Smog decided to greet me in reality, my world outside of his domain. I woke up, body on fire, feverish under thick quilts. There he was, at the foot of my bed, his black, humanoid silhouette, smokey black tendrils from his limbs, fingers, watching me. I felt that same petrification – awake. Alive. I could not move. I could not scream.

Suddenly he vanished, so ephemeral our external encounter had been. I gained control over my body, able to move my appendages. I began to run, run far away from my bedroom to a different, occupied room – occupied by a family member.

I had eventually, towards late teens, adapted to these nightly visits. The moment my body felt numb, not there, immovable, I heard my voice screaming wake up, move, and my body immediately fought to sit up, escape.

He gave up, once I made it well into my twenties, choosing to leave me alone. I figure indefinitely, presuming his absence was due to one-singular reason. It is because I do not fear Smog. He has no credence, and now, now if I were to see him? I’d simply say ‘hello’…

#original fiction #fiction #written work #demon #sleep paralysis #loosely inspired by real experiences #ills