The Captain's Lament

In the shadow of the twinkling stars, under the veil of the night whirlwind, a lonely world lived among the shadows: in a quiet corner of the old theater stood a puppet puppet, like a forgotten song lost in time. Her long threads were, as if, not only connecting her with the virtual cold hands of her master, but also with past eras that had forgotten about her.

That evening, the sky blossomed with lights, like a huge kaleidoscope in the hands of the gods. Orange, pink and purple shades mixed in this grand palette, as if the artist's brush was slowly and carefully stroking the clouds. The air was filled with the smell of freshness after a long rain, and at that moment, standing on the top of the hill, I felt that the world was coming to life around me.

Nasty rumors are swirling around Noah. He got used to having others judge him by this unfair gossip, so he has put an end to him and his personal life. Ethan is hunted by his past, so he’s diligently trying to avoid any kind of close relationship. It seems like they have no common ground and certainly have no reason to be interested in each other. But ‘Devil’s Eye’ clears things up.

This poem questions Fic.fan's attempt to monetize storytelling in a world already filled with free and passionate creators.

In the world, where any touch is concidered mauvais ton, I want to touch you... forever.

A rich imagination is not always capable of bringing benefits to a person. Sometimes he slowly goes crazy, even stopping communicating with other people for a long time. The guy understands this, but, nevertheless, he is not able to contain his fantasies. That is why he suffers from them.

I will take out of jail the man who has terrified Greystadt for years, and I will do it for one purpose. It won't be easy, but I don't give a shit. It's every man for themselves.

Alpha and Omega: Destruction and/or Rebirth in the Omegaverse - current issues move us towards new understanding. Disclosure of problems in the Omegaverse and their relevance in the modern world.

We were doing silly things, Drinking the remnants of wisdom with tea.

What was happening between us was not love. Animal passion, the desire to subjugate and rule. Forced attachment of one lonely person to another even more lonely. An attempt to survive and find support in a shaky reality. “…but you know, I love that about you. And what I also love about you is that you don’t idealize me or flatter me. Funny, right? I literally love you because you don't love me. Even if you don't love me, I will love you for both of us. And you can love music.”