Contemplating Stories

I'm running out of explanations here. I'm winging it. I'm always winging it. The title just felt right and damn, here we are. It's poetry so if it's not your thing, you might like it. Occasionally, it may be a little prose, depending on the feeling but we'll try to keep it consistent. Does anyone ever even read these things? Ok it's about a boy, a lonely boy. Sometimes he feels like he's a thousand leagues under the sea. Other times, it's like he's been severed from reality. Whatever that means. This boy, just wants the world to understand him. But it has no obligation to. So he's stuck on the outskirts of everything and everything else hoping for some sense of clarity. It never comes. It never will. This is a documentation, of his never ending pursuit. That was decent, right? I do love letters, letter letters, confessions, police statements on the side, in case you need them. Basically, I'll handle the ever living heaven out of your writing needs. The sick part, is that it's free so feel free.. to blast the message board and I'll take the time I usually use to do something constructive and meaningful to tend to your requests. Read well, friends.

'The Stillness of Soul' is a collection of poems that explore the intricacies of life, death, and the human experience. These poems are born from my own journey, woven from threads of personal reflection, emotion, and introspection. I share them with you in the hope that they may resonate, comfort, or challenge your own perceptions of existence. Passe du bon temps (have a good time) 💋✨

"You know this forest holds dangers, yet you come here unarmed? Or is there a guard behind you?" In the heart of the Desurian Archipelago, there is a place where time seems to have stagnated in reverence to power. An abandoned forest, inhabited by an entity whose pale skin and noble posture hide a strength capable of witnessing the fall of gods and the rise of eras. To everyone, she is the beast to be feared; to the world, that is a territory abdicated by fear. Until a small Kitsune, moved only by the pursuit of beauty, decides to defy the shadows. The encounter between solitary immortality and the audacity of innocence triggers an unexpected proposal. What happens when a millennial creature decides to teach the secrets of existence to someone who possesses no weapons, but carries the weight of an immense bravery? A contemplative journey about the cycle of life, the hidden nature of the world, and the blooming of a friendship that defies a thousand years of solitude.

A selection of my own poetry, just for fun :) Some are serious, some are light.

Archive of thoughts.

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

Thoughts are ever changing, but every so often they find a way to form something a little deeper. And when the words find their way to paper, life becomes a little bit clearer. Featured Chapter: Wonderland ***May contain disturbing or triggering content for some readers***

I write random thoughts that come to me around 3am and hope that you will relate. spelling/grammar/punctuation isn't perfect

This is not a typical story. It doesn't have characters or scenarios, just myself and my own thoughts. It was a series of dreams filled with self-reflection and realizations about my waking life. As we slumber, we all dream, and those dreams often symbolize our waking state or the emotions invading us and influencing our decisions. Sometimes they reveal things we have failed to notice, with our subconscious bringing them back to our attention. A dream is our inner self's way of communicating with us.

Current thoughts and contemplations.

This is not canon, just a piece I once made

What do you think it's about? A man? A woman? A being without reflection?

Alexa Morgan is perfect... or at least that's what meets the eye. However, looks can be deceiving. In reality, she's a young mother, with a secret that's eating her alive. When she ends up back where it all started, and has to face the very person she thought she may never see again, things get a bit hectic. As her guilt builds up, and a moment of weakness allows her secret to get out, what will happen between Alexa, and unknowing baby daddy, Jamison Lee?

100 drawings of 100 thoughts in 100 days.

In 5 billion years, all of the lights will go out, and all of this will be all the less nasty and all the less disappointing.

In the unsettling Halfway House, a new arrival struggles to understand his bizarre surroundings. Amidst cryptic residents and whispers of an unknown "beyond," he searches for meaning in the strange limbo. More at https://angelagwilliams.com/