Rune's Prose & Poetries LUCID DREAMS my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands... it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose... These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter. WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA ALL RIGHTS RESERVED RuneMcGrey Copyright©2014-present All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property. Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.
Kaia Marschall, a mute student of Fanning High is in her final year of high school, waiting to start her university life. But in the world that she lived in, only those who fit the standard of 'beauty' can actually make it far in life, whether they have the talent for the job or not. So people would trade years of their lives just to secure their limited future. Unfortunately for Kaia, she did not fit the standard and she as well everyone knows it. What she doesn’t know is what people will do just to be able to get a boost in life. So, when it was discovered and announced that killing a person will allow the killer to gain that person’s lifespan, she was killed. Only to return to the age of twelve, to the day of her mother’s death, the day everything begun to go wrong in her life, with the chance to change her destiny. Content Warning: This novel contains graphic depictions of violence and discussions of suicide and self-harm.
"I recognize you, little one. You venture into my kingdom often at night. Do you remember of what you dream?" The voice was mocking, with a hard edge of menace. Disjointed images ran through my head from my dreams. "You should know better than these others of what you face here." Eight feet above the ground a man's face had appeared. He leered, hard eyes and a cruel smile forming from the dark. A heavy foot caused the shadows to scatter at his feet as he stepped forwards. Another step forward and his other leg appeared, along with a beard and short haircut. He swung his newly formed arms wide, shadows still clinging to them in tattered rags. "For the rest of you, allow me to introduce the citizens of my kingdom." He glowered. Most of our group took a step back. "These are you fears, they are your forgotten, they are your dead, they are your Nightmares, and I am their KING!" He proclaimed and the rest of the shadows solidified around his form, creating a loose black shirt, matching pants and a high pointed crown. "Go, find the artifact! Let no man stand in your way." He bellowed to the assembled creatures with a smirk. "And mow these fools down if you must as you go." Sometimes I have nightmares. Sometimes those nightmares are real. Sometimes they're warnings. Fall into a world where anxiety becomes a super power, the main characters are perfectly flawed humans, nightmares are real, and the dead come back for revenge lead by the King of Nightmares Kind of a slow start, things start getting interesting in the third chapter or so. Please excuse the rough quality, I'm still new to this. Any errors or misspelling, please let me know ?
I was the green-eyed monster of the Seven Seas. I would kill my family for wealth and fame, I would exploit merfolk for their precious pearls and scales, I would be man's enemy to grab hold of what I want. I did not sail the seas in search of adventure, love, freedom or knowledge. Those things held no value to what I pursued which was gold. Or so I thought. My name was Asari until I found him. He was an ethereal being who was so naive to follow me. I killed his people, I plundered their lives and yet, he followed me like a dog. He was a young person from the sea, a merman living under the protection of the primordial Sea God. He was chosen to be the god's heir but he made a deadly mistake. I made the deadly mistake that almost disturbed our world's peace. All for the wealth I was never satisfied with. I chased the wrong items, losing what I truly needed. Greed had possessed me and I know this fact now. I was blinded by metal circles and temporary recognition. I let him die. I let him die!
Cristine Jimenez grew up alone. Limang taong gulang siya ng ipadala ng mga magulang sa America kasama ang Lola nito sa ama. Hindi man niya naiintindihan ang mga nangyayari pero nalungkot siya ng wala man lamang pasabi na ipadala siya sa U.S. Lumalaki siyang walang kahit anong naging suporta sa pamilya niya. Bilang Lola na lamang niya ang nag-alaga at nagpalaki sa kanya. She grew up independently. And became cold hearted and emotionless. Everyone in her family including her Grandmother thought that she's a person without no dreams at all. All they know is that she's taking freelancing jobs with who knows who. Sa huli ay walang nakakaalam na isa siyang Surgeon na kinilala bilang "Miracle Doctor" dahil sa mga operasyong niyang nagtagumpay. Mukha lang siyang perpekto ngunit may mga sikretong gusto na niyang ibaon sa limot. Mga bangungot na kahit anong gawn niya ay di maalis sa pagkatao niya. Hindi man niya sabihin ay nais din niyang makakita ng liwanag para sa kapayapaan niya. Thomas Xanders, isang Filipino-American na kapitan ng Seal Team Six. Ruthless when it comes to enemies. A carefree person when it comes to the people close to him. Isang taong gagawin ang lahat mapasaya lamang ang taong nagmamahal sa kanya. Seryoso man ito pero kapag nakabiruan na ay nakikisali naman ito. Bukod pa doon, kilalang romantiko sa kanila. Ganun pa man, may mga kinatatakutan siyang mga bagay na kalimutan man niya ay di niya maalis sa kanyang sistema. When circumstances finds way for them to meet, Magkasundo kaya ang dalawa sa kabila ng pagkakaiba nila? May umusbong kayang pagmamahal kahit na nagkaiba sila ng paniniwala? Mailigtas kaya nila ang bawat isa sa pagkalunod sa mga masasamang bagay na nangyayari sa kanila?
"I could never find an explanation for what or who I really am ...." " I asked myself about thousand times but I found nothing but one .."A VAMPIRE " .." " I know my obsession has turned my life to a circle of illusions that I can't even pass it or separate between it and reality " " Moving on with my life wasn't easy , but also , I felt relieved somehow .....but they never stop haunting me , those illusions of mine or are they really just nightmares " . " so I had to wait and see , until I found it . ...I'm not a human but also ...not a vampire!? " "Then what am I ?? " Something more and bigger then just a normal vampire or a human being. Our girl name is "jane" . she loved being strong and untouchable , and her life was a series of nightmares and "fake illusions" or at least that's what she call them . she thought that being a human means weakness . and because of growing up on watching and reading only about vampires , she wanted to be as strong and beautiful as THEM , but what will happen if she is already a vampire by roots but more ?? She only needed some time to discover her truly self .
Book Two: Nightmares have plagued Sharie ever since they seemingly escaped from Merlin's grasp. As she and her friends wait for Jersey and Umbrielle's return, she can't help but worry about the prophecy. And now, with new knowledge of Merlin's latest plan, Sharie and her friends must travel back to the Shadow Realm to prevent Merlin from destroying the other dimensions. And with the prophecy looming over their heads, can they focus enough to work together and stop the threat? Will they be able to get there in time? Or will Merlin win?
Silver spheres stare back at me from within the darkness consuming the room. They pierce directly through me. Reaper? I think not. Throughout history, it is said that the crow, in many cultures, has played a part in representing both positive and negative symbolic meanings. Just like the raven, the crow signifies rebirth, the mystery of creation, healing, destiny, renewal, intelligence, adaptability, recovery, reflection and even an omen for death. They are generally known as spirit guides with the ability to go beyond the illusions of inner and outer, under and over, and forward and backward in worlds unseen by mortals eyes. As guides, crows aid lost souls by helping them cross through transitions smoothly by casting light into the darkness that shadows over them. It's also believed that the crow had the power to manipulate its physical appearance making some consider them to be tricksters and manipulative little creatures. Even their color is a representation in itself being of what has not taken form yet, creation and possibly even the void.
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