As expected at Shadow Falls High, freshman student Enya Hathway had her nose buried in a mountain of books in the library. However, today, she was reading to distract herself from her silently enduring anguish. Outside her friends group, others didn't know she had a myriad of mental illnesses. One of the worst was she felt highly depressed right now. She'd attempted talking to her psychiatrist a few days ago concerning how she felt with no success. She had requested a meds change, and the doctor just told her to change her mindset and make a friend. It infuriated both her and her mother that the psychiatrist would be so dismissive. Particularly when Enya told her that she'd been waking up crying for weeks or how far down in the hole she was. Enya wondered why no one listened to individuals in crisis—or just listened in general, to be honest. She loathed the generalized statements therapists seemed to make or failed to realize their clients weren't all cut from the same cloth. Enya
Within the boundless realm of existence, we stand as mere mortals, wrestling with a sense of entitlement, convinced that the world is indebted to us merely for our presence. But do we truly deserve praise and glory, for simply occupying space and breathing? Or is it a relentless pursuit, a race with no finish line in sight, a mirage we can never grasp? Our desires are insatiable, we crave more and more, Our yearnings, boundless as the starry night, In ceaseless pursuit of endless delight. Lands vast and treasures untold. We accumulate and accumulate, trying to make the emptiness whole. A comical display of our trivial vanities, and insatiable greed. What's the point of all this gettin'? To win some praise, some fleeting cheer, For all our shiny trinkets and treasures, Before we say goodbye and disappear? Beneath the soil, we shall return to dust, Our bodies, mere sustenance for the worms, As nature reclaims what was always hers. Shouldn’t we yearn for something else, a
Code Geass Liar's Dice: Costs Yet Counted by DeadlyViperQuill, literature
Literature
Code Geass Liar's Dice: Costs Yet Counted
Disclaimer: We do not own Code Geass or any of the characters used in our story, with everything belonging to Sunrise other than characters, plots and lore that are of our own creation. A/N: Hi everyone, after what has been an eternity, our prequel fic for Code Geass, Liar's Dice is finally here with its first chapter of what will be an exploration of the mid-90's in the CG universe. With a mix of familiar and new characters that aims to explore the CG world by digging into many parts which myself, and my Writing Partner Makarov, had been wanting to do for a while now. We both hope you will enjoy our take, ideas and more on the series that means a lot to us. I want to thank everyone who has been following me for all these years from back when I was working on my side fic for Code Geass: Colourless Memories written by NSBleach00 that got me into fanfic writing in the first place. Of which serves as an inspiration for some of the plots and characters in Liar's Dice. To my aborted
In the student lounge at Dawn Mist High, the gorgeous Caramel Wilder was working on updating the school and her blog. She was stunning, and her skin tone was the reason for her name. She also possessed captivating tattoos on her body. She may've been sixteen, but since her parents operated a tattoo parlor, her father had given his permission as long as she didn't overdo it or request something inappropriate. Her mother had been less keen on the idea since their daughter wasn't an adult yet. However, it was her mother's job to assist in designing unique tattoos for everyone in the shop. So they'd reached a compromise of allowing three tattoos now where she could conceal them. Caramel brushed a strand of dark brown hair out of her face before employing Grammarly to spellcheck her blog. She'd finished updating the school blog and was now working on her own. She then heard a pretty voice say, “Hi, Caramel. Is this a bad time to join you?” Caramel looked up and saw her best friend
In the caverns of existence, Where shadows dance with fractured light, Nihilism whispers secrets to the wind, And existential dread weaves its strange design. The stars, indifferent and ancient, Gaze upon our fragile souls, Their cosmic eyes devoid of judgment, For they know not of purpose anymore. We wander through the void, Seeking solace in empty spaces, Our hearts echoing the void's refrain: "All is dust, all is fleeting." Existence, a paradoxical gift, Bestowed upon us without consent, Freedom, both blessing and curse, As we grapple with its weight. Choices like fractured mirrors, Reflecting many of paths, Yet each road leads to the same dark abyss, Where meaning crumbles like ancient stones. In the quiet of the darkness, Existential dread unfolds its wings, A raven-black specter perched upon our chests, Its talons digging into our ribs. We question the stars, the gods, ourselves, Yearning for answers that elude our grasp, Yet the void remains silent, Its laughter echoing
Everything was going smoothly at the secret organization of WOOHP. The founder and leader, Jerry Lewis, was currently playing a popular online game. He quickly turned it off when his wallet started beeping frantically. Unlike his prized spies who use compacts as communication devices, he used his wallet, which was strange to his mother when she once caught him using it in the lavatory. Either way, he quickly transferred the call to his computer to see what it was about. He was shocked to see an old schoolmate from his days back in England. The person on the screen was around his age but still had some vibrant red locks to her otherwise gray hair. “Hello, Jannie. Why are you calling me? If it's about the school reunion, I already received the invite via email.” “Heavens, no! It's not about that! I already triple-checked everyone on the list! After all, becoming the headmistress of our old school wasn't easy. But otherwise, I'm doing well. No, the reason I'm calling is about
Ash's Unova Journey My Version Chapter 83 by mgunnels3, literature
Literature
Ash's Unova Journey My Version Chapter 83
Chapter 83: Rematch "Human Speech" "Pokespeech" The following day, the PWT rounds were coming to an end. Ash and his friends had defeated all of his Unova Rivals, except for Trip and Georgia, in the first round. As the matches were concluding with Dawn's turn, the tournament was reaching its end. "Now, Lopunny, use Ice Beam," Dawn commanded her Pokemon as her Normal Pokemon launched its Ice Beam attack at a Haxorus that belonged to her opponent and was affected by Attract prior to the match, knocking it out. "Haxorus is unable to battle, so Lopunny wins, and moving on to the next part of the round is Dawn from Twinleaf Town," the ref announced as Dawn and Lopunny were celebrating while Servine and Pikachu were watching in the audience. "Although I don't approve of her behavior towards you, Pikachu, I must admit that she's skilled in using Attract and battling," Servine said to Pikachu, who nodded. "I agree with Servine," Pikachu said, turning towards her. "Dawn told me
It was drizzling as three college educators from Dawn Mist University got together for their weekly coffee date at Brooke's Brew coffee shop. It was a quaint little coffee shop, and it served some damn good coffee. The first to arrive was Zia Angelo, who taught philosophy at the local educational institution. She was particularly attractive with her short caramel hair in a pixie cut and her captivating hazel eyes. She wore a stylish beige top and pants, showing off her gorgeous tattoos. She quickly uncovered a large enough table for her associates to sit with her when they arrived. Her fellow professors, Fawn Sexton and Sequoia Bastion, came shortly after. Each of her fellow teachers was quite attractive. Fawn had light black skin, adorable brown eyes, and dyed copper hair in an Afro. She was wearing a remarkably stylish dark green jumpsuit. She was the music teacher/ fashion design teacher who believed it was essential to look your best. As for Sequoia? She had fair skin and