Poem On An Underground Wall

-------------------- *Title: "Whispers in the Walls"* For years, the old house on Maple Street had been abandoned, its peeling paint and overgrown ivy making it a perfect subject for local urban legends. But when Eliza and her brother, Sean, inherit the house from an estranged aunt, they decide to renovate it and make it their new home. As soon as they move in, strange things begin happening. At first, it’s small—objects moved just out of place, an old piano playing a single note by itself at night. But then, Eliza starts hearing whispers, faint at first, but growing louder as days pass. They come from the walls—soft, unintelligible murmurs. One night, Eliza wakes to find a message carved into the wall in what looks like dried blood: *“You shouldn’t have come.”* Sean dismisses it as a prank, but Eliza can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. The whispers intensify, becoming clearer and more urgent, pleading for them to leave. Desperate, Eliza digs into the history of the house and uncovers a terrifying truth: her aunt had been involved in occult practices, attempting to summon a powerful entity. But she failed—trapping the entity in the house, bound to the walls themselves. Now, Eliza and Sean must figure out how to break the curse before the entity uses them to finally escape. -------------------

[Ding! You get 1 Stone Block!] [Ding! You get 1 Dirt Block!] Bob the builder! Oop sorry cannot anger the copyright God on summary alone. Ben is a great uncle…. Yes he was living a poor photographer for daily news paper named…. Okay this gonna make the God angry, let’s try again. Ben is your average construction worker, one day he suddenly find himself surrounded by darkness. He was confused how he found himself in here, but a system screen appear in his eyes. [Congratulations you have been choosen as a Crafter] [You get 1 Blockify PickaAxe] [You get 1 crude dimensional pocket]

In his first life as 'Caine Wilson', was the villain—ruthless, cunning, and very powerful. He played his part perfectly, crushing the so-called "protagonist" and parading his enemies, their families, and anyone who crossed him naked through the streets. He watched with glee as the "hero" lay broken, stripped of his dignity, before finally ending his pitiful existence. But just as Caine, thought he had finally won and secured his place at the top, 'Higher ups' intervened. A booming, ethereal voice—like the universe’s pissed-off judge—shook the skies: "You have violated the sacred code of villainy! The villain shall not win. The balance has been broken. Caine Wilson, the world hereby rejects you!" Before he could even enjoy his victory, his world blinked out, like a story whose writer just erased the last chapter in frustration. Everything went dark. And when he awoke, he wasn’t Caine Wilson anymore. He was 'Su Xiaobai', a nobody on 'White Cloud Star', a world of cultivation, martial arts, and endless struggle. But this time, things were different. He could feel it—he could see through the cracks of reality itself. He could break the fourth wall! He wasn’t just some reincarnated soul; he was a villain who had 'seen the system', who understood the game. And he was about to flip it upside down. --------------- A/N: Buckle up, you miserable bunch! It’s a parody, so shut your brains off, toss 'em in the trash, and dive headfirst into this deep, glorious shithole! Don’t come whining to me when you laugh so hard you choke on your own damn tears! --------------- Discord: https://discord.gg/dsc4fftBeF **Cover Page is not owned by Author**

Elliot Dawn never believed in fate—until he opened a mysterious book that shouldn't exist. Inside, it spoke of an apocalyptic world ravaged by mutations and war. Before he could understand more, Elliot found himself thrust into that very world, transmigrated into the body of the Porcelain General—a commander whose existence was never meant to be. Now trapped in a timeline that wants him erased, Elliot must survive as the Porcelain Commander, a title that offers no respect but keeps him weak and controlled. Guided by a lazy sloth-like system and hunted by forces that want him gone, Elliot uncovers the truth behind a world torn apart by mutations, deadly crystals, and power struggles between humans, mutants, and zombies. The one man who stands at the center of it all is Sahir, the Ancient Messenger, who was supposed to erase Elliot—but for some reason, he hesitates. In a war-torn world where survival is a gamble, Elliot must navigate this twisted fate, learn the truth of his existence, and decide whether to embrace the power he never asked for or risk everything to change the course of history.

I wrote these sonnets, poems, and quotes; in the darkest hours of my life and I hope some of you could relate. I write with all the love and joy I have for writing, just because I don't publish anything doesn't I still don't write behind closed doors.

WSA ENTRY 2025 In a world where fiction thrives on system-based powers and game-like mechanics, "I Gained an Ability While Surfing on the Dark Web" shatters the boundaries between the virtual and the real. This isn’t just another LitRPG where the protagonist levels up and dominates a fantasy world. This is something far more insidious, far more dangerous. Roi isn’t inside a game—the game is inside him. It started as a dare. A simple search. A harmless curiosity. But when he unlocked The Black Gate, he didn’t just gain power—he rewrote reality. The dark web was never just a marketplace for secrets. It was a hunting ground, a proving ground, and the deeper he dives, the more he realizes—he’s not the first to walk this path. And worse? He might not be the last. What sets this book apart is its worldbuilding—a seamless fusion of digital horror, cyber-mysticism, and real-world consequences. The trials feel like a game, but they aren’t. Roi’s pain is real, the wounds stay, and every failure has a price. The cybernetic world bleeds into his own, and the things he encounters in the system don’t stay confined to a screen. They chase him. They hunt him. And some of them shouldn’t even exist. Unlike traditional LitRPGs, where the protagonist grinds levels and collects abilities, this story isn’t about growth—it’s about survival. The system isn’t his ally. The trials aren’t just tests. Something— or someone—is watching, twisting his path, forcing him to question: Did he gain power… or did something gain control over him? This is not just a game. This is a war for reality itself. If you like this types of books or stories, I deeply recommend this book. Give it a try!

"As the Supreme Commander of The Wall, my duty is clear: to hold back the threats from the south—mutant monsters, ogres, cyclops, or... hopefully not... the return of the orcs. The kings and lords of Middle Earth do not care. To them, we are just a bunch of 'Outcasts,' exiled criminals and soldiers pushed to the margins. That’s fine. It's better if they stay out of our way. Corrupt politicians rarely care about real security." He looks down at the Outcast barracks below, where the central headquarters commands the entire Wall, separating the south from the main continent. Wisps of smoke rise from the kitchens, carrying the scent of salty, stale soup. The Outcasts atone for their sins or suppress their grief through dangerous missions in exchange for a few gold coins, following the rigorous standards set long ago. Such is life at The Wall. "I, Oldman, am not a religious man. But I interpret the legacy of past eras as a reminder: The world has never truly been at peace. The evil forces of all ages—fragments, orcs, or dragons—will always lurk. Humans, dwarves, elves, whoever they may be, could end up killing each other, driven by cunning deceit. And now, the only barrier holding back the southern threat is The Wall... and us, the Outcasts. Perhaps history will remember us as nameless heroes, or perhaps it will forget us. But as long as I stand here, I will not allow the monsters from the south and other darknesses to spread across the continent again." "I am Oldman... In a world that has cast us out, we stand amidst the darkness. We have no land, no name, only this path. We are the shadows behind this wall. We are the forgotten guardians of the world. We are the Outcasts, and we will endure, or die on our path."

It was the day of my death. As everything came to an end, I heard a voice, a voice that would ultimately decide both my suffering and my rise. [If you had enough time to play one more game, what would it be?] Naturally, I answered the one game that had been on my mind even before I found myself withering away on my deathbed. The War of Demons and Heroes. An adult game of epic proportions. **** Disclaimer 1. This is my second novel, so don't expect amazing quality; I'm still learning. 2. "Is this a harem?" A common question from my previous novel, so I'll address it upfront: Yesn't. 3. If you decide to give my novel a try, first, thank you! 4. There is no smut in my book. I repeat, there is NO SMUT in my book. I know the title and r18 tag can be misleading, but I put the tag there due to the darker nature of this story, not because of smut. Finally, feel free to leave any thoughts or opinions in the comment sections and paragraph comments. The constructive criticism or inspiration I get from them is always welcome.

‘She hadn't seen the world, yet she was going to discover a new one’ Elia and Ella never knew there could be a gateway to another world... But how did they encounter a gateway and what do they find. What lies in the strength of a mother- daughter bond. There might be another side to the plot. Disclaimer: The book might be a little slow paced at the beginning. Please bear with me as I have to get some things down before I start to really dive into the thrilling parts. Stick along with me and you just might realize it was worth it.

In the year 2149, humanity survives inside a colossal, AI-generated simulation called "The Archive", designed to preserve human consciousness after Earth's collapse. The Archive is structured like an infinite library, with each "book" representing a person's life. But when the Archive's walls begin to crack, monstrous entities called "Narrative Eaters" (resembling biomechanical Titans) emerge to devour stories-erasing people from existence.

These are some poems, or rhymes, that I have written in my free time. I hope you enjoy.

In the year 2149, humanity survives inside a colossal, AI-generated simulation called "The Archive", designed to preserve human consciousness after Earth’s collapse. The Archive is structured like an infinite library, with each "book" representing a person’s life. But when the Archive’s walls begin to crack, monstrous entities called "Narrative Eaters" (resembling biomechanical Titans) emerge to devour stories—erasing people from existence.

A List of Poems that I have written over the years, that were incorporated in designed cards.

Javohir is a master of hiding his true feelings behind a calm, composed face. He’s always been the quiet skilled at keeping his emotions in check and blending into the background of his own life. Despite his ability to maintain a neutral expression, deep down, he struggles with weak confidence, constantly questioning his worth and place in the world. Manga and anime are his refuge, where he can lose himself in the adventures of characters who seem to live with purpose and certainty. But everything shifts when he encounters a series of mysterious events on his way to school—a path he’s walked countless times, always unnoticed, always alone...

Eliud is an aspiring wordsmith plagued by dreams of an era long past. As his recognition as a wordsmith rises, he garners the attention of those who know what his dreams mean. For others, these dreams are evidence of injustice and others seek to destroy them.

The story of a girl who lived her childhood on a isolated island with her father who spent his life doing his scientific research, only to end his life and leave her alone in a strange world until she met her knight.

This is the heartbreaking story of my experience with the girl I like despite giving everything I had, pouring my heart into every moment, it was never enough. No matter how much I tried, no matter how much I gave, I faced nothing but rejection. It’s a painful reminder of how sometimes, even the deepest feelings can go unnoticed and unreturned.

Just some poems, you might not even consider thinking of them as one, but for me they are, at least.

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Noel’s faces a humiliating defeat in his school football match. Frustrated by their defense line Noel decides to change his position from striker to defender—a role he never considered before. He trains relentlessly, reshaping his playstyle and mindset. Just when he begins to excel in his new position, Something tragic happens and Noel wakes up to find it was all a dream. In reality, Noel lives in a futuristic world where football determines everything. AI systems that power society rely on watching football to stay charged, and a person’s skill on the field directly shapes their status, comfort, and opportunities. Here, Noel is an average player struggling to climb the rank. As he juggles his love for the game with the harsh demands of this football-obsessed world, he discovers something strange: sometimes when he sleeps, he returns to the old, normal world of his dream, where football is just a hobby for most. As Noel navigates his two lives, the lines between dream and reality blur. In one world, he fights to master his role as a defender and earn the respect he craves. In the other, he strives to prove himself in a society where football is everything. But as "The Dark Wall," a skill tied to his mysterious blackened eyes, begins to emerge in both worlds, Noel must uncover the truth about his dual existence and decide where his destiny truly lies.

A poem written by A Junior Stylers!

I spent years avoiding poetry, and what happens? Got me when I least expected it. Born after seeing a tv programme. Pushed by a need to escape from writing that epic. Reflexes to landscapes, skyscapes and flowers: Reflexes to music that stirs the beat. Dances. A Poetry Collection.

"In a far-off kingdom, Princess Sophia is forced to participate in a royal tournament to choose a suitor. But Sophia has other plans - she longs for independence, adventure, and a life beyond the castle walls. When her father, the king, discovers her reluctance, he sends her to New York to live with his uncle. As Sophia navigates the unfamiliar city streets, she must confront her own desires, loyalties, and sense of identity. Will she find a way to reconcile her royal past with her modern future, or will she forever be torn between two worlds? Sophia { "Ahh.. I didn't realize new york would be this crazy, all I see around me is romance, naughty teens. } Kelvin { That girl is just to sexy, can wait to touch her curvy tits, and f**k her tight pussy. } Dora { She is just a bitch, I am going to send some rough men to rape her } This story, is filled with romance, comedy.. And if you are not strong enough, you might not be able to withstand the scenes... From Castle walls to city streets..

“ I didn't risk my life this far only for a kiss “ he was no longer wearing the warm smile I had grown used to. “ But a kiss is what we agreed on “ His left hand grabbed my waist as he held my chin firmly with the other. “ You really are a naive and pure princess but the world out here is cruel. No one keeps their word outside the wall of the castle “ “ I thought you were a good man “ He chuckled at my words. “ All the good men are dead my dearest “