Smoke Stories

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-You ain't shit. -I know.

We follow Marietta, also known as Mourning Dove as she recounts the haunting tale of the Smoke Stack Twins-two brothers bound by blood, music, and a past they tried to escape. Set before and after the mysterious juke joint massacre, Marietta's quiet, reflective narrative unveils a story long buried beneath the noise of survival and blues. When the twins return to their hometown in Mississippi hoping for a fresh start, they are instead drawn into the shadows of an old, festering evil-one more dangerous than anything they left behind. With only fragments of truth and memory, Anna pieces together the chilling legacy of the twins and the darkness that never let them go.

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"Begone. Gone. For divinity has dispersed. Now humanity's destiny is forged. We are all labeled APOSTATIC." God's a fucking joke. You learn that pretty quick living under a sky full of pipes. This planet never had fuel. No coal. No oil. Nothing worth burning. After that steam engines invention, the industrial revolution came, because some brilliant psycho discovered the human body produces more energy than any engine ever built. After that? Everything went to hell. Steam towers, pressure boilers, turbine halls, gearworks big enough to swallow city blocks. Pipes running through buildings like veins. Dynamos humming day and night. The rich call it progress. Yeah, no shit. Down here we call it processing. And it turns out - people are the fuel now. We burn REAL great.The government runs a nice polite system called Contribution. Families give something to keep the generators spinning - a limb, a kid, sometimes the whole damn household if their district falls behind quota. Do it long enough and they Promote you. That means they bolt you into a pressure rig and let the turbines chew your pulse into electricity. Meanwhile the rich bastards float above us in their clean little sky-city pretending the world isn't powered by screaming. Down here it's gangs, rust, meat grinders, cannibalism drugs and cult freaks chanting that the engines are holy punishment. Dumbasses. Name's Poppy Van Carter. That's what the records tell me. Mechanic. Smoker. I keep broken steam engines alive because if they stop, the whole rotten city drops out of the sky. Funny thing is... Apparently my body produces more power than any damn boiler they've got. Which means everyone suddenly wants me. Government. Cult. Even my half-sister Akira Steinhelm. And I just wanted to fix engines and smoke in peace. Instead I'm stuck in this rusted hellhole waiting to see how many nails do I have to drive into my neck to get out. Welcome to APOSTATIC, BITCH

*This is my first ever story, and English is not my first language. This is a literal warning, lol.* Slade. The son of a legendary actor, walks the halls like they're his personal stage - collar popped, tie undone, a cigarette always tucked between his lips despite the school's rules. Charismatic and jaded, he's known as the womanizer who doesn't chase - he pulls. Rumors cling to him like smoke: whispered poetry, hearts broken behind closed doors, secrets he never denies. With his messy hair, leather jacket over a crumpled uniform, and that permanent smirk, Slade is equal parts danger and allure. Maeve. Maeve moves through the world like she's already seen too much of it - observant, unreadable, with a quiet defiance behind her eyes. She's the kind of girl who doesn't speak unless she means it, who watches more than she says, and who somehow makes silence feel louder than words. People notice her, but never fully know her - and that's exactly how she likes it. At school, she's known for being sharp, a little cold, and impossible to impress. But when Slade walks by, cigarette between his lips and chaos trailing behind him, there's a flicker she tries to bury. She liked him before everyone else did - and no one knows that.

Cobra Kai Universe 🌎 Silvers daughter Start: season 1 End: season 6 Eli x OC 💌: Eli Moskowitz

Thirteen-year-old Ri never expected to survive the fire that tore through her school. But when she and her friends uncover a hidden room in the ruins, they realize the flames weren't the only thing their school was hiding. Strange notes. Locked doors. Teachers who know more than they admit. Every secret they find makes the smoke seem thicker... and someone is watching them from the other side. The fire was meant to erase the truth. Ri is about to uncover why it didn't.

⚠️This will not be the full book! ⚠️ I wanted to post a few teaser chapters of 'Toxic'. I know y'all have been waiting for new content so I wanted to give my lil nasties something to look forward to! The book will be available soon on Amazon KDP & Amazon Prime as a paper back copy. It seems like Imani has moved on. Maybe a little too well. She catches herself trying to balance the lifestyle she has chosen

One night, Theo cant stop thinking what it would be like to have Boris near him. These thoughts make him spiral until he eventually finds out his feelings for Boris. There will be absolutely no smut. Cover is not mine, idk whose it is TW!! Underage drinking, smoking, drug usage Abuse

park seung-tae x female oc | based on taxi driver (k-drama)

Opposites attract in this love story. >> ~ambw amlw Isabella Guerra [ Isa] is a normal teen with a normal life until she gets lost in a different part of town. While asking for directions she stumbles into Ian smoking outside his shop. Their scents clash and become unforgettable.

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A singer and a fan. That guy is obsessed with her. Her voice, her face and her friendliness. She was like a nightingale, making him want to lock her in a cage and make her his own. He wanted to break her wings and only be able to sing in a cage.

"Hurt me with the truth but never comfort me with a lie"

" What are you doing here then?" "Im a depressed teen, with no Freinds and alot of spare time. I can do what I please anyway , plus you like me . So while I figure out how much I like you or not. You should just let me smoke up all your weed." I grinned and tilted my head to the side as I looked at him. His grin turned to a smile and a chuckle slipped through his lips. My heart skipped as my eyes landed on his perfectly plumped lips. " Baby you can smoke up all my weed, but you gotta pay the price. You might want to rethink if you like me or not." my eyes met his , his hand laid slightly on my thigh as his other hand came up to caress my face. His eyes darted From my eyes to my lips. " And I think , I know the perfect payment."

Smoking is bad. He knows that. But what do you do when something unhealthy is the only thing that's helping? Izuku suffers from nightmares of the war, of Shigaraki and All for One. How can he cope, if it's not smoking? He starts, thinking he could stop whenever he wanted to. Turns out it was harder than he initially thought. But the one person who realised something was wrong found out his secret, and helped him overcome this unhealthy habit.

Guitarboy: "Do you want to meet face-to-face?" Pirate Queen: "Yes" Sam lives with her grandpa above their music store and together with her two best friends (Cherise and Timo) she's just enjoying the normal high school experience. That is until the day they get to meet Smoke, the hottest rockband out there. After this everything slowly starts changing. From falling off a stage on national live tv, 'till spending a night in jail. Sam has seen and done it all in the end. Maybe hanging out with Ace Miller, the singer of the band, wasn't such a great idea after all. But running away from Jack, the high school's quarterback, certainly was. And let's not forget, there is still her mysterious Guitarboy to think about. Who exactly is he? And have they met before?

A pocket full of little sentences stored within the folds of my insane mind. //// Logolepsy; (n.) An obsession with words. ▪ Excerpt: •Drowning• Those words dripped from your lips to down my throat. Words like water. So clear. Yet suffocating. That day they began to drop into my lungs, making it harder to breath. Wheezing from the suffering. I began to suffocate. Each day its gotten harder to speak without coughing and gasping for air. The words. The damned words you dared to speak have slipped into the very depths of my mind and I'm slipping, I'm tripping over myself to stand up right. The water level is getting high now. The memories heavier than ever. The words, drowning me. Soon they'll be wrapped around every crevice of my being and I'll no longer be able to stand. Soon the water will be an ocean and I just won't be able to swim.

In wich a girl who has gone through HELL go to see her godfather and is met with her godfathers best friends kid why haven't they met before and will they be friends lovers or enemies