Within Stories

**This mortal world is a game laid out three hundred years ago.** All living beings are but pieces, threads of causality their strings. The rise and fall of dynasties are moves on the board; love, hatred, and obsession are but capturing struggles. Chen Mo awakens from chaos, his memories lost, leaving only a ledger filled with unsolved riddles and an instinct that can calculate the secrets of heaven and earth. Forced back into the game, he discovers: His closest friend is a hidden piece planted by his enemy. His benefactor is a contingency arranged by his past self. Every move to break the game only executes a calculation from his own past. Every rebirth brings him closer to an ending already written. When the player and the piece are one and the same, In this contest against fate, against the era, against oneself- **How will it ever end?**

I wish for many of us to see beyond what meets the eye and understand more than what we think we know. This piece is my hope-that others might feel the same way, and capture what I'm trying to say beneath the surface.

......................... What's this void that lingers through my soul and being, trying to see the light yet all around me is darkness, considering if I should unleash this darkness on the world.

This really was very emotional to make and I hope in many this touches them deeply like I did. If it's possible wish not for who to see this to withhold their unspoken feelings and words, tell me what you think.

Author's Note: This is the narration of a Muslim girl and the struggles to return to the right path. The path towards nothing else, but Allah (God), and His Paradise. I speak of religion. Let us take a journey for our souls. Allah is Merciful. Corruption. A distant past. Her innocence was lost to a cruel fate. Her faith forgotten. Her name rearranged to fit a plastic appearance in the midst of an adolescent society. Her title degraded. Shame. But the attainable hope was beyond her comprehension...

Poems of love, hope, death, believing, becoming, and everything that life, afterlife and the soul has to offer.

if the moment feels, I'll write a poem

Hello, world. My name is Lydia Claud, or you can make a nickname for me if you want. This is just to document my journey through the inter-machinations of a nightmare machine that went wrong the first time. Hope this is okay the second time.....

The ghosts within me... My parents think I'm crazy and my friends think I'm mad but I know I'm right, they may be my imagination but once they're there they don't leave. They are everywhere... The ghosts within...

a short story with not much of a story more so a thought. it will make you think. make you wonder. make you question the ways of society. and maybe change your ways.

A collection of poems made from within

Times are changing, New cats are rising to tell their story's, you are one of them