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Ymir'S Suffering Ost

S.C.A.R.S.

A shot…. That was all it took to push me off the cliff… As I watched Xainder shout out to me helplessly, tears slowly trickled down his magnificent face, his usual grin no where to be found, my heart shattered to a million pieces watching my entire life flash right before my eyes with no more hope to hold on to. i watched the people I gave my heart to look at me in disdain. My eyes searched for a certain someone who was nowhere to be seen. I couldn’t help but laugh at the life I led and wished I had a second chance to amend things but a part of me wants to let go. The burns on my body writhed in pains and my heart clenched in agony. Youth is a great crush, if I like you, I am going to say it aloud . It’s such a shame I never realized who I truly loved until I lost him and now, he will never know. Bracing myself for my inevitable end, a part of me leaps with joy of finally leaving this miserable world and a part of me longs for another chance at life . My life. There’s a question which lived rent free in my head, “ when we grow up, we leave the home to chase our dream not because of anything but because we know that the home behind us will never forsake and always comfort us but what happens when the home stings and causes nothing but pain , then where do we seek refuge? This happens to be the summary of my life and a question i have never been able to answer so with my remaining seconds on earth, I put the question to you all . what do we do ? ……………………… S.C.A.R.S. by TriciaX13.
TriciaX13 · 22K Views

No matter the suffering, I decide to keep living

"I will keep surviving... even if the world rejects my very existence." I woke up in the darkness. No warning, no clues. As my eyes adjusted to the strange light around me, I realized—this place wasn’t unfamiliar. Yes, I know this world. This… is the world of a novel I once read. A fictional world, where heroes shine and demons fall. But behind all of that lies a truth never written on any page: This world is hell. The difficulty level? Inhuman. There’s no interface. No hidden powers awakening when I’m on the brink of death. No lucky twist saving me at the last second. There is only pain—raw, relentless, and ever-present. My body is wounded, my mind shattered, my hope torn apart piece by piece… As if someone behind the scenes is savoring every second. And I know who you are. The Author. Yes, you, sitting calmly behind the screen, typing away, Watching me spiral deeper into suffering. You enjoy this, don’t you? Watching me fall. Watching me cry. Watching me break. Maybe to you, I’m just a story. Just a fictional character with no feelings. But I know I exist. And I know this pain is real. So hear me now. I will not die. At least… not yet. Because I will survive long enough—become strong enough—to flip this story on its head. I will live. Not because this world deserves to be fought for… But because I want to hurt you the way you’ve hurt me. So keep writing, Author. Because every page you write… brings me one step closer to taking back my own story.
AlzenAlrynd1 · 1.2K Views

Suffering of the Starved

Once, all he desired was to be acknowledged by his village— To hear his name spoken with pride, not pity. To be praised by his family for more than being quiet and obedient. To be distinguished amongst his siblings, to stand apart in a way that mattered. To be seen by his parents, truly seen—not as an obligation, but as a son worthy of love. Karon was a boy of small ambitions and deep wounds. He did not dream of thrones or glory, only of warmth. Of laughter at a dinner table. Of a father’s nod. Of a mother’s arms. Of belonging. But none of it came. They called his older brother a warrior, his younger sister a prodigy. Karon, they did not call at all. Now, the village is ash. His siblings lie scattered across the broken world, devoured by beasts or conscripted into distant wars. His parents, faces once so distant and unreachable, are now nothing but bones beneath a fallen roof. And Karon—Karon is alone. Not just in body, but in purpose. There is no one left to see him. No dream left to chase. No story left to shape. Once he hungered for recognition. Now, he hungers only for survival. In this world of rotting kingdoms and endless war, where monsters wear both fur and armor, Karon’s name has no meaning. No place. He scavenges ruins, sleeps in hollow trees, and counts the days by the sound of distant screams. His fingers are cracked from clawing through graves for food. His shadow grows long and sharp. His eyes reflect less of the boy he was, and more of the thing he’s becoming. He does not know where he is going. He only knows that something inside him still lives— A hunger deeper than starvation. A hollow that no meat can fill. Not anymore. Perhaps one day, they will speak of Karon again. Not as a son. Not as a brother. But as a creature that walks through the ruins, feeding on what remains of hope.
Palelord · 483 Views

Queen(s)

"History is written by those who survive. Myth is what remains when truth is too dangerous to speak." Long ago, the world was not ruled by kings or empires, but by Queens beings woven from the very fabric of magic itself. Five Queens, each the living embodiment of elemental power and divine will: The Flame Queen, fierce as fire and just as consuming. The Ice Queen, keeper of memory and time's endless frost. The Shadow Queen, mistress of secrets and the veil between life and death. The Nature Queen, heart of growth, spirit, and renewal. And the Light Queen, shining beacon of hope, healing, and illusion. Yet above them all rose the Black Queen—the true sovereign who held the essence of all elements within her. She was the fulcrum of balance, the eternal ruler whose presence bound the others in harmony. Together, they ruled from Elaria, the Sacred Kingdom—a realm suspended between worlds, where magic poured from the very stones, and the skies shimmered with a thousand hues of power. There, peace was not a hope—it was law. Magic flourished, and the land breathed with eternal life. But peace is fragile. Beneath the shimmering towers and golden courts, a shadow stirred—an ancient betrayal that was not born of the Queens’ own hearts, but of a force unseen, a traitor cloaked in love and loyalty to a crown beyond the Queens’ reach. The War of Falling Stars tore the heavens asunder, casting the Queens into exile and sealing away Elaria from the mortal world. The skies burned red. The earth wept tears of ash. And magic withdrew, fading into myth. For three centuries, the world lived in silence, the Queens reduced to whispers and faded legends. The magic they wielded was lost—hidden, locked away by a spell woven from hope and despair alike. But the kingdom never forgot. And now, beneath the blood-red moon, a crimson beam splits the night sky—the sign of their return. From forgotten corners of the earth, girls with no memory of who they were awaken, marked by power that refuses to sleep. They walk among us, unaware that the fate of all rests in their hands.
bigtiffs · 10K Views
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