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-The magic moments go unrecognized and suddenly the hand of destiny changes everything. We are the ones who write the best moments in our lives.

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Lucid

“Who are you” “You are me and I am you”. It was a shadow whom I’m speaking with. I dont really know how to act, so I look around and all the memories went crashing down. A tear falls as I remember all the things that happened here, how it hunt me for years and how I lost myself through fears. “Run” someone whispered in my ears, I look at my left but there’s no one there, “Runn…” at my right, but no one’s there and when I look at my back it was a child holding her balloon few meters from me. I want to run but there’s no way to go. Her red eyes, her creepy smile and that face covered with blood, “Let’s play”. “No” and she got furious “I want to play”. I said no again she run towards me and when I faced in front, I saw myself again, she shouted at me to run, and so I did.

When I’m about to grab the doorknob… “Don’t you dare” someone at my left spoke, I remember that voice, it was him, the man with his blade and blood covered his clothes. I went inside the house as fast as I can.

I saw myself falling on her knees, tears falling down her cheeks as he covered her ears with her barehands, and disappeared.

I took the lamp on my side and walk through, those voices, they get louder and louder. I stop for a second and closed my eyes, they’re gone. I opened my eyes and felt fears building up through my veins, they are all around me, they’re moving towards me everytime I blink, “ This can’t be”.

As soon as I opened my eyes the sliding door just opened furiously and a shadow exist. A sharp nailed hand slowly grabing the side of the door and slowly revealing himself. His eyes are red and furious, he gets closer and closer and suddenly grabs my feet. ‘Ahhhh….“

I found myself sitting on the bed and catching my breath. “It was a dream, just a dream.”

-litlord

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Write and be the animal you already are

In the pioneer days, A pack of great minds Would write something to attacked people, And even surround their lonely cabins. They hunt and travel in pack, Their eerie howls rising on all sides As they move close in, On the hapless victims. They work day and night, But most of the time at midnight, A time of darkness, And when evil things prowl.

“They are evil beasts,” they say. But they are also classics and beautiful, Unique mysterious wolves, Like what the spirit of a writer would be Being an incarnation in an animal form.

Within the extensive imagination, A sacred animal born, With the spirit of gentleness and softness, With a masculine element, Purification and pride And with the ability to bring grace In every aspect.

Stags are classics, And modern messenger Like a devoted writer Who is a symbol of many things, And a personification of virtues and maize That gives human imagination In its metaphorical nature.

The two faced of being a writer Is being a stag and a wolf, Being a real devoted writer Or just able to write and reflect Someone else thought Either the two being able to Write is something, Like the forest, you will never know All the unique creatures out there. The thing is being who you are When you’re afraid the most, Write like your soul has been Trapped in the worst way possible, Like its freedom, like it’s the way out.

Let it out, let it go. Don’t hide the monsters; Don’t hide the madness; Don’t hide you! Just write and be the animal You already are.

-litlord

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The Legend of the Fallen Star and the Magic Stardust

“I feel so weightless and queer” the words slips before she falls asleep. Every single night her sigh are the only thing that you can hear. Her pain, her anxiety, all the helpless feelings and sleepless night. The flames growing int her heart and soul and her personality are overwhelmingly dark and scary. It was a cold long night he was eating stardust with the perfect serenity of the presence of the moon, its lightness reflected his whole being as he heard the last words she uttered. And he was right the stars wasn’t the only thing shines tha brightest when it’s already dead. Both of their life are collection of paradoxes, a Prince who is promised to be choosen one and the guardian that could save the whole universe and a Princess who is promised to a King she never met and a soon to be ruler of the Kingdom Gaia. A Prince and crowned King of the 7 Kingdoms, Loras Altair Targaryen, charming noble man, peculiar yet empty and the prophecy who falls inlove with the paradox life of a Princess named Celine Tia Tyrell a perfect lady they thought but she is a tornado, a turning wheel, and a lady who bleeds poetry and living having an empty soul. They’re perfect fpr each other but the thing is they are livingin two different worlds. They found comfort in each other’s letters and poetry. Altair wrote a letter to Tia, a goodbye letter. Varys the messenger pg the mortals and immortals feel the words bleeds as he holds the letter. It was a beautiful memory at first and then just a memory. As the poetry bleeds the goodbyes enveloped them too. No one knows the reason but the after a peaceful decade passed, the Kingdom of Gaia meets a great danger, the Queen was captured and thousand of people died. The Kingdom of Aquilla heard about it and the King was furious, it was Euron the Fallen angel who escaped from their prison. The King sends men to bring Euron back in Aquila but only one of the knight came back. The King infuraited, he lost his temper and went to the mortal world to fixed this matter. As soon as he arrived he felt weird for a moment and when Euron show up with the Queen he felt numb, he dont know what to do, its his queen, it his Tia, Euron expect this to happend and for him to get the Kingdom Aquilla he needs to kill Altair. The battle didn’t ended up good for him, Euron lost it, but it wasnt that easy. Altair was badly hurt, he dont feel a thing but he is relieved because his queen was safe and can start again. As Altair stay longer in the mortal world he will eventually turn to dust. Altair won a lot of battles and wars, completed his mission as a guardian but he is in mortal world and the longer he stay the weaker he gets. He had done so much for universe, for the mortal and maybe how is the perfect time to rest, the new prophecy was born and his time passed by. He said his goodbues again to Tia and for this timd for good. “My queen, I’m Loras Altair Targaryen, I apologize to what happened… remembered what I told you about stardust? My soul was a satrdust that will protect your kingdom from immortals like us, and I will shine brighter that everyone, I swear to all the Gods, old or new, I swear to love you and never let you out of my sight, I will forever be with you”. Stardust are the ashes of the past. The stars you see at night are already dead, if you may not know and get the logic, how tragic right? Something wonderful but already dead. Something that reaches people just when they are already gone. But something that reminds us that deaths are beautiful too. Everyone who sees it love its essence, how important and natural it is and how everyone fears it.

Death is tragically a beautiful thing.

-litlord

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The ; Paradox

You may think that someone’s story happens only when words are spoken. “Once upon a time, there lived this girl with the perfect …” No, it wasn’t like that. There are some rare and different cases that words isn’t needed to create beautiful life changing stories. Well it is still might be true that language is the next virtue or virtue itself. It is still an understatement to say that only words are the ones that can light up someone else’s sleeping magic. Stories are brewed from magic words, magic sparks, and stardust they say. I somehow agree but mine isn’t a fairy tale kind of story, you see.

Just another story, just another random story.

The tale started not with words but with subtle actions. And you will not gonna believe it. It doesn’t start with hi or hellos, not with how are you or nice meeting you and not with openhearted conversations. But with I wish to meet you, I wish to talk to you, to smile and share laughs wih you. It was a magic bliss that enveloped me whenever you crossed into my dreams uninvited. Yes, it was just a dream that was so weird. Specially the fact that your going to experience that moment for second time around through dreams. Some says Im lucky and some says I wasn’t. But for me it was both. Im lucky because I got the chance to experience everything again. Most people would kill just to bring back time and experience things for the second time around. But im not really lucky. No one ever succeeds at running from reality and pain. Its torture, to experience things over and over again. To see people you dont wanna see again. To feel emotions you tired so hard to forget. Dreams are curse sometimes, but for me its always. Every night there’s a very old episode that keeps on playing and it just don’t stop. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of night and I dont wanna sleep anymore, but most of the time I dont wanna wake up. Because dreams are powerful to alter the reality into a living hell and dreams to a magnificient heaven. But above all, sometimes its not really true; reality is way better when your eyes are wide open - but sometimes its not.

The thing is, this tale isn’t about me or for me, it is because of me and for you to see. Im just a random author that can end a story but choose not to. It was like asking how do you kill the demons inside you without killing yourself? And that was something i’ve been thinking about. Not too seriously, but I have been thinking about it. And its like this symbol “;” its not just a punctuation but it is a symbol as a survivor. Its like you may just give up but you choose not to and you choose to continue. Because of lot of things thats going on into your life or this world, sometimes you just wanna stop things from moving, from evolving and from happening but you just can’t, and you decided that you can, just by taking your own life. But in the end you still have your choices if you will or not. The truth is what you’re feeling is beautiful, it is something that makes you who you are and makes you alive. The truth is, this moment that you’re in won’t last forever and yet somehow you’re not seeing it clear. But take a shot, give yourself one more night because I know you can make it one more night, trust me.

The truth is life is not all good but it’s not all bad either. If you look, it is actually impossible to miss all the exciting, breath taking and heart filling memories in life. “This moment of magic is all around you just open your eyes you’ll see” -Cimorelliband.

Im just the author and welcome to my paradoxes.

-litlord

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"The truth is" Hey! Im jolly People always see me happy but the truth is I feel so lonely. They see me as cool and creative, but I don't see such right words to describe it. The truth is when the night falls the darkness of my soul comes with it. From the moment you suddenly feel tired suddenly feel down suddenly feel outcast suddenly feel you wanted to stop the pain from flowing and suddenly to the moment where you don't feel anything. And yet the truth is, You are just some random creature who wanted to see the world full of hope full of great tradegies full of wonderful memories and a life that is worth living for. The truth is I am Dark and I promise you everything will be alright. -for literature 001