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This story is rated a veryhard PG-13 for strong language and difficult themes involving substances, self harm, and mental illness
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“Damn, man, you need to settle yourself down.” The boy on my right frowns at me and shakes his head. “You shakin’ like a fuckin’ chihuahua over here and it’s stressin’ me out.” His long black hair is tucked behind his ears and tied back by an intricate yellow bandana. High cheekbones and dark skin reveal a native heritage--probably Navajo. He looks to be about as tall as I am and cuts an imposing figure amongst the other kids in the circle.
“Language, Jordan.” It seems like Rodriguez might be losing his grip on the group already. “Let’s get back on topic.”
“Depression.” The dark-skinned girl, Alexis, has a notepad of her own and seems to be taking a very detailed account of the session. “Elliot Bishop was just talking about his depression.”
“Please, we all have fuckin’ depression.” Jordan rolls his eyes and suddenly my throat tightens up and a stinging sensation inside threatens to well up in my eyes.
“Jesus Christ, give him a fucking break, Jordan! Remember your first day? Sorry, Jesus” Dark-haired girl waves up at the bloody portrait on the wall with an apologetic expression, before rounding on Jordan, who has his arms crossed into his leather vest, one clubby boot parked on the opposite knee as if daring me to challenge him. She suddenly gets to her feet and claps loudly to get everyone's attention, much to Rodriguez’s visible displeasure. “Everyone needs to chill out a little, okay? The first time in Group is hard enough without you guys getting all up in his shit. Sorry, Julian--language, I know.” She looks at each one of those gathered around the circle before her eyes land on me. “Well, at least you get an honest introduction to this madhouse.”
"From: Lost, To: The Universe" invites readers to embark on a cosmic odyssey through the intertwined destinies of Elliot Bishop and Quinn Langley. In the arid expanses of Sunview, a desert town nestled off the interstate, seventeen-year-old Elliot finds refuge in the boundless wonders of astronomy, a sanctuary from a horrific shadow that scars his past. Across the celestial tapestry, Quinn blazes her own trail, a rebel spirit tethered to the scars of her history. As they navigate the labyrinth of their shared vulnerabilities, their paths converge in the crucible of group therapy, where the constellations of their lives intersect. Through the echo of their struggles, Elliot and Quinn discover that while the universe offers infinite vistas, true liberation lies in confronting the gravitational pull of their own stories. Join them on a voyage of self-discovery, where the stars illuminate the way home.
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I have been thinking
Time goes on every day
Days and years
Maybe we don’t know
Time just goes on
I Don’t know what to do
Every time I got worried about some things
I don’t know what it is
It’s got me thinking every time, every day
I don’t know why
Worried about life
Everything becomes to the memories in the end
This is not a fictional story. It is a collection of real life facts about what will happen if humanity fails to avert the climate catastrophe.
Power, Corruption & Lies: "Post hoc, ergo propter hoc". The priori; with the bad moon rising at the horizon, beyond the heavy and mysterious sea of Mist, no blood is thicker than the ink belonging to a collection of stories, tails, vignettes, thoughts, reckonings, short poems of a world who revolves around the tip of the spear, gray alike the clouds that lightened and obscured of their own history.
Laughing Stock: "If faith is what driven us together in search of ourselves, then we must try to do it on a leap". The posteriori; from the idyll to the youth to the decay of substance, life goes on and on in this real life fantasy, alike the path taken by the Crescent and her ancestors, who once shared of same blood ingrained on that red coat. While her youth dreams are kept alive, only the fear, the failure and the spea can block the way to achieve a purpose in a life under the rain.
(Current) Index
Power, Corruption & Lies (First Half):
Playlist: www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLi2LnK5cla-Pt5__QAm9j0CjgkxSchK_2
Laughing Stock (Second Half):
Playlist: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLi2LnK5cla-OqVuuxMfJKFbTfBIwciysc
Thanks: Myushu for Practice Medicine and Prince of Thieves, Meriko for Duty and Honor, Ayrith for Sum Of Memories, Guardian1 for Thirteen Ways To Say Goodbye, and JotaTe for The Last Cherry Blossom, among many other authors and their stories who had influenced me over the time.
My life is fading before my eyes. I am sick, but no spell I cast will cure me. Who gave me this curse? Why would they make me feel like I’m dying every second of every day?
Well... I’m supposed to be dying... but I can never leave this horrid world...
I’m just so tired... The pain is unbearable... The aching, burning, and everlasting hunger...
That’s when I saw him... walking down the street... and he saw me... His eyes glistened with something I couldn’t name... and all the sudden... I felt so vulnerable... Like I was opening my chest and exposing my heart to him the very first day we met.
And that’s when the pain consumed me, and I fell over... Only to wake in his household, his embrace, and he cured me... He knew what was going on like he could read me... Everything I went through. Everything that I felt. It was as if he could feel the same... And... he wanted to...
I will never understand this world... Because no one ever loved me before... Not even my mother...
Cover art by Kharchenko_irina7