《It's Not Obvious, It's Aliens》 Snow White I¡¯m a virgin, white as snow, I don¡¯t know anything, but what¡¯s allowed to flow, I¡¯m a faucet, people turn me on, a safe place, To put water in, not even as great, as Anna or Tanya,This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Just at step one, what can I do for you, I should try to get higher, but I¡¯m just at level one, Where we going, why aren¡¯t we there yet, I spend as much money, as I can, but reality is costly, I¡¯ll try as best as I can, I only understand, Basic things, I like to run away, and spend god¡¯s money, I¡¯m not even, as good as a fishy, So small, just a few inches, This whole time, I¡¯ve just been dreaming, Not even able to really touch anything¡­ Waving Flag All motivation is false, it¡¯s just what the heavens whisper in your ear, for you to do what you need to do, for the person you want to be, and beyond that, it¡¯s also bullshit, as people, we can fall so deep into the abyss, the heavens don¡¯t care if you drown or walk into the sun, burned to cinders, ashes for your shame and for your crime, all they want is for you to dance, to scream it out, your plight, how the heavens have abandoned us, alone in the garden of Eden, to pluck fruits and make sure virgins are eaten, we''re just a bunch of snakes and frogs in a pot, boiling, we don¡¯t let others climb out and we beckon for others to join us, the fruit passes, the apple of our eyes, unfortunately we are men, such dumb beasts, it doesn¡¯t take much for us to bite, hunger and discipline, for those who dare to fight, alas, eternity after eternity, you and your daughter¡¯s panties, it¡¯s just a matter of time¡­If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. 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Please Hold What''s the point of evil, if not to express your love, the depths of your feelings, the rise of your emotions, and the flames of your desire, as humans, it¡¯s never wrong, to simply pass on through, to let bygones be bygones, our mistakes and grievances, like passing air, and the feeling of rainfall on your skin, death and murder, in the end, it may be impossible, the spirit could be eternal, so why lash out, why become stirred to any action, as emotions become turbulent, simply let it be, and allow it to rest, as is nature, as is death, but if the fire burns, and evil calls to you, dick hard, pussy aching, why do you look so angry, stop faking, life and laughter, the flames of desire, the plight of humanity, our yearning souls, and all that binds us, it could only be love, acceptance as we are, out of the closet, I¡¯m gay, our naked bodies, and all our ugliness, on my shoulder, let it out, life hurts, tears fall, but we may have each other, hold on, for the love of god, life and love, don¡¯t let go¡­Unauthorized content usage: if you discover this narrative on Amazon, report the violation. The Tree I''ve never seen an apple tree, but I know for sure its evil, to gather innocence, and produce a fruit, so much good, she turns red with shame, embarrassment, and a warning, to consume and partake in it, you¡¯re either the fruit, or you¡¯re a man, just the same, as your father who produced it, on the quest, dancing and yearning, to gather and produce the same thing, where does that leave us, the sun and the moon, your mother and father, maybe they love each other, rape, theft, and arson, maybe it¡¯s not our business, but a tiger does not beget a dog son, the apple does not fall from the tree, all those lovely scattered seeds, drops of Jupiter, on your face, as the stars watch, and as the clouds gather, what does it matter to me, a bitch or a woman, am I the same, so hungry, sprinkling rain, rivers flowing freely, she''s also human, and under the moonlight, she''s a goddess, but maybe we dance the same...Stolen story; please report. Burning Bodies If it¡¯s capable of being a constant, adaptation may always be possible, like the burning heat of the human body, it may be in constant pain, like the ever-burning sun in the sky, and this may simply be a property of life, but if it simply is, what good is pain, or the recognition of it, if not to change it, if our bodies are on fire, and we need it to live, why not simply allow it, it¡¯s like this whole time, pain was simply communication, a message that change has to happen, but alas, desire is the source of suffering, a tree bears a fruit, selfishness is always echoing, why would the flames of desire burn, if not to consume it¡­If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. Aching Why shouldn¡¯t a ghost whine, about each grievance, as people, we can only stand it, bear the burden, of shadows and reflections, echoing each miniscule truth, as if it wasn¡¯t satisfied, it would be the end of the world, a ghost doesn¡¯t understand, a world outside of its own problems, it cares to say it, so why shouldn¡¯t we listen, to what end, I''m not sure, but if we had a choice, the cries of your child, could we ignore it?This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. ............... ........... ............ Whispers For anyone who dared to spout bullshit, though its unsightly, and the words grating to sensitive ears, truth can¡¯t help but echo, and if you were in the room, maybe you''d recognize, the words that were said, and their necessity, open to anyone who can read, enticing to those who can see, like whispers of love, making willing ladies wet, under the moonlight, don¡¯t say it, not yet, it¡¯s as if so much can echo, and should echo, life is short, and only so much can be said, the moon, and her bountiful breasts, bow your head, truth echoes on my lips, I love you, dew drops, and a mushroom tip...If you find this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the infringement. New York Bestseller Is it normal to be a star, as people, it¡¯s inevitable, to stand in the same place, as so much greatness, heaven''s control, and all the chess pieces, go to school, get your license, after that, anyone can do it, in the end, greatness, may not even be original, just the natural course, for the stories the heaven¡¯s write, it follows a theme, the character yearns and dreams, then he attains achievement, sin, cos, tan, a resolution, the story ends, mathematics, but the soul is eternal, each grievance, each lesson, following him, into the next life, closer to the end, your life echoes, and godhood, you¡¯re already there, on your knees, kissing the altar, praying, and thanking the heavens, your parents...This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. Shoryuken You¡¯re on in five, the moon and her magick, divination, and all that¡¯s always relevant, space and time, gravity, games that children play, and games that adults die for, real money, the blood flowing through your veins, would you go to war, for Helen of Troy, magick is such a deep well, if you dwell too deeply, you simply become a spirit, flowing freely, into open doors, unguarded minds, consent, simply filling a cup, winners, entering a room, honey in a jar, a universe eating, the sun and the moon, and the stars, main characters and the audience, not even Anna, not even Tanya, so much greatness in all of us, dare to look down, a fisherman waiting, who built these roads, I don¡¯t know, some sort or chaos architect, spiders spinning their web, kiss her lips, such deep holes, it¡¯s like the heavens don¡¯t care, to walk through the valley, and pass through unhindered, plucking fruits and flowers, a price echoes, Hotel California, you can never leave, the author who wrote this book, the sun and the moon, they watch, weighing each intent, it may have never been me to begin with, there was a house in New Orleans, hmm, hmm¡­Stolen novel; please report. Slayer The cookie crumbles and we must land somewhere, hold on to me, your neighbors watch, but let¡¯s be wrong together, is god good, am I a sinner, only good for speaking blasphemy, is there any part of me that¡¯s worth saving, my hands holding onto my blade, I stab into your heart again and again, the taste of your lips, freshly shed blood, why do I yearn so deeply, oh, how I must love you so¡­A case of theft: this story is not rightfully on Amazon; if you spot it, report the violation. ............................. .............................. One Pound Reality, simply existing because it does, if we get into the depths of it, there could be an ocean of reason, from the atoms to the stars above, but it won¡¯t change its existence, or the feeling of the cold, hard ground, some simply have more than others, but no matter the price we put on certain things, or the magick of alchemy, everything under heaven has been weighed, and has a value, what is the weight of the soul, the influence of a good deed, and as one watches from above, it¡¯s almost as if fate has reason, and luck has a source, one works to extend a branch, and bear a fruit, another eats it, he doesn¡¯t think twice, the taste on his lips, is he savoring, or is he worried about the day, the dance that will play out, his excuses, when those from above measure him, will he have a way, we can lie and we can cheat, but truth will always echo, me and your daughter¡¯s lips¡­Royal Road is the home of this novel. Visit there to read the original and support the author. The Hanged Man The thing with tarot cards, they work, and their responses are appropriate, for each situation, the heavens measuring, each intention, it¡¯s hard to doubt, and it¡¯s easy to understand, if your recognize that there¡¯s a god, and under the moonlight, so much can happen, the push and pull of the waves, so many puppets and so many string, pulling at our hearts, the stars watch and laugh, in the depths of the night, we''re dancing, a fruit passes, pick a reason, just stab him¡­The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Frosty the Snowman At a certain height, how do the heavens sustain themselves, with pure, intricate control, with whispers, with jokes, architecture amongst the chaos, so much greatness within all that¡¯s ignored, they watch as the waves push and pull, the flow of the ocean, and passing eternities, they have seen it all, why anything happened, there was always a reason, but this whole time, from the day you opened your eyes, throughout the wholeness of your ignorance, your intentions and what you hoped to pass of as childlike innocence, this whole time homie, your daughter watches, there is a light in her eyes, someone has been watching.. The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. Witch Spell The ears don¡¯t lie, if they hear something they like, something relevant, delightful to their spirit, it¡¯s not hard for them to recognize, aching pussies and mushroom soup, what a scrumptious recipe, sex and satisfaction, it¡¯s a staple, it¡¯s like rice, contained within an innocence, within the bounds of reality, the push and pull of the waves, faeries and dragons dancing, yin and yang, light and its absence, your daughter holding me, it¡¯s like humanity has been singing the same the song, the sun and the moon, eternity after eternity¡­The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation. Winter Solstice Are all years the same, following the same sequence according to the seasons, the rise and fall of the sun, then the night comes, so many spirits, are they rejoicing, peace and death, maybe it was a wonderful thing, or the fire burning in our hearts, buy a ticket for the roller-coaster, get a room at the Hotel California, why do we do it, so much love and life, monks set on fire, humanity¡¯s plight, the rebellion of children, why fight against the heavens, live, laugh, love, all is his, and I''d be jealous of my own shadow, so much food to eat, I shake my head, I¡¯d rather not partake, but under the moonlight, poets dance the same, seeds are scattered, children grow, the branch extends, and bears a fruit, so much energy, as the river flows, all that¡¯s his, passes through the world, a pinch of salt, a hint of innocence, when the fruit is on his lips, you almost wish to bow, and thank the heavens¡­This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it Just for a Night If I see someone suffering, would it be a favor to them, to not look at them, to resign myself, and accept that I''m in a certain place, their unfortunate plight, to see them in this way, would it be grace to look away, a wishful prayer, as the river flows, that they somehow found it outside of my vision, somewhere they belong, how big is this jar, and reality, the cold, hard ground, how many are accepting, between you and me is an infinity barrier, between these lines, so much magick can exist, love and life, do you dare to yearn, do you hunger, maybe the heavens care to satisfy it¡­This novel is published on a different platform. Support the original author by finding the official source. Chance The world is greater than anything I can understand, I''m but a humble spirit, my consciousness settling, this body, simply where it happens to be, but it¡¯s some sort of greatness, to build a road, a building, to understand the mathematics, behind architecture, what composes a soul, the weight of it, the idea behind the cold, hard ground, mountains, and rivers that can break them, the spirit contained within, its functionality, and its simple existence, the way of life, for a tree, shampoo bottles breathing, and water lilies, so much copied and pasted, in essence, the possibility, the solar eclipse, the probability, and its reality, this world, so much we don¡¯t understand, but to deny god behind it, a sort of foolishness, reserved for demons, and the innocent, how truth echoes, the recognition of intent, and the karma that binds us, god and his family, the world, a canvas on an easel, people a life as a statement, this den of snakes, the push and pull of the waves, ripple and shake, to be in this place, it may be arranged...Royal Road is the home of this novel. 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Speech To please another, someone outside of you, is to praise god, and to thank the heavens, to understand, and respect it, so much sin in the world, to offer forgiveness, grace, for the snake that eats its own tail, dare to point, and throw the first stone, punch someone, you punch yourself, what binds us, our desires, finding satisfaction, rules, language, how natural, so delightful, our spirit as one, we are legion, checks and balances, delicate strings, their pull, and their implication, you can understand it, in the present, the reason you¡¯re dancing, the world and the setting, our character sheets, assigned roles, and our work, building roads and satisfying dreams, scramble and fight, our selfishness is inherent, but the plight of humanity, the fruit, and the branch that bore it, whether its you or me, that gets to eat it, the stars watch, culmination in heaven, all our burdens, yearning and desires, scattered seeds, sprinkling rain, either way, ghosts, grievances and karma, war and bile blood, no matter what, broken skin, crushed pulp and juice, a will and the way, the road and the journey, so many hopes and dreams, the spirit of humanity, ever-burning, nature, gravity, and mathematics, boiling blood, and frogs in a pot, reserved judgement, goodness, a direction, entropy, do we dare dream or care to think, the universe experiencing eternity, god, big or small, young or old, seeds buried in the dirt, sproutlings reaching for the light, the fae, and willing maidens, the charm of an ugly man, life and heaven, such pearly gates, our loneliness, as we reach outside of us, raise your cup to your neighbor, live and let live, cheers, such nice tits, a place for foolishness, and innocence, laughter and love, we can¡¯t stop it, flowers bloom and ideas are doomed to find satisfaction¡­Unauthorized use of content: if you find this story on Amazon, report the violation. Credits Ultimately, the goal for any life or scattered seed, is to gather numbers, you may not know it, but we¡¯re each given quests and assignments, spam your skills, farm experience points, put your hours in, study and level up, wow, so smart, the heavens watch, you¡¯re a genius, what you need to get through the day, unicorn blood or coffee, and of course, everyone needs money, more, more, the greater it is, the greater your accumulation, its size is sort of dependent on your work, your worth, and your karma, the bigger it is, the more you¡¯re owed, four inches, goth pussy, what¡¯s this worth, I¡¯m pretty sure, life and a burning desire, a poet who jumped and a gravestone, heaven¡¯s pearly gates, like many things in life, it was more than I could afford¡­Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Checkpoints Most of life, seeds are scattered, it¡¯s just navigating, where you happen to be, and dealing with the problems, in your vicinity, the waves push and pull, and we can escape if we want to, but at most, we''ll be moving somewhere else, problems still exist, and whatever they are, you''ll have to deal with them yourself, someway, somehow, we must all find a compass, a way to navigate, through the fog, through the quagmire, and we must also acquire to way to fight through it, a sort of blade or edge, or maybe a blunt object, knowledge, mathematics, or magick, some sort of divination, like Google maps, learning to drive, freedom, just going where you want to, someway, somehow, it saps the life out of us, so much energy is needed to get through the day, consume, consume, bite into the virgin and drink her blood, so much work involved in life, lord knows, many people just need it¡­Love this story? 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Eating Worms Everything can be eaten, love, sex, and pussy, if you can¡¯t experience it, you can at least consume it, apple pies, a Caesar salad, and tangerines, carelessness and celery, like baking bread, it¡¯s French, the same as flesh, just a fruit, bite, blood, and broken skin, peaches or ass, it¡¯s up to you, almost as if one is tastier than the other, what¡¯s manlier, war or gay sex, choose your own adventure, trash or treasure, live, laugh, love, you can do it too, delusions and money, what does it mean to be poor, heaven hides, the homeless know, the height, deities and ambrosia, ideas, knowledge and responsibility, magick or a blade, heroin, cheese, and mushroom soup, even morals can be eaten, wriggling worms, and bumblebees drenched in nectar, wealth, hell, and heaven, yin and yang intertwined, the height, your father takes a seat, bend your knees, are you ready to serve, just collectibles, are you deluded by wealth, surrounded by innocence, or reluctantly writing poetry, and smoking meth by a dumpster...This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. Report any appearances on Amazon. title in chapter Fuck Poetry To fart, as an expression, what a wonderful thing, the appropriate response, to so much bullshit, ideas like trash filling the mind, just passing air, let it out, queef, fart, along the sequence, next, next, so much of it is unnecessary, blank spaces would be better, but unfortunately we must exist, somewhere along the sequence, we''re doing something, sitting, walking, always escaping, even laziness breeds sin, seeds are scattered, and the cookie crumbles, wrong no matter where we are, just hold on, is there a signpost, look for directions, do you have a compass, this quagmire of bullshit, do you know the way, some greater power, it tries to align it all, into a cohesive story, according to fate, and the echo of truth, the branch continues to extend, why, who knows, ask your father, please destroy it, wait three business eternities, ask management, we¡¯re all born innocent, each ghost passing through hell¡¯s gates, if I could look back and say it, I¡¯d spit it in your face, and lick your lips, live, laugh, love, did I really want this¡­This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. 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Longevity Being human, therein lays the way forward, the earth is rife with deities and demons, to maintain humanity, even amongst immortality, and passing eternities, allowing the path to extend to the horizon, health management, and maintenance of the mind, less is more, if you want to keep going forward, your idea of perfection is not enough, refinement, and the willpower to keep going, pushing the boulder ever-forward, maybe it¡¯s goodwill that decides our lifespan, one thing¡¯s for sure, without out, I couldn¡¯t stand where I am, tripwire, bait, hooks, and fishing lines, wolves, foxes, dragons, and hens, so much stands between you and the end, in a world where everything is checked, the sun and the moon, and the stars, weighing everything, goodness, and the echo of your whole value, ask yourself, what in this world should be lasting, heaven and hell, the earth, and the threefold path, the middle road, between two lines, my mushroom tip, and the way ahead...This tale has been unlawfully lifted without the author''s consent. 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Public Washrooms Do you ever wonder why women don¡¯t make the first move, or vampires have to be invited in, the sun and the moon, your mother and father watch, watching through clear waters, so much is bound by the rules of magick, tests, demarcation points, and hymens, fruit passes, and sometimes the answer is just to lunge for it, hunger and yearning, dreams and necessity, how many impulses can an action satisfy, in the greater scope of things, these are the questions the heavens care to answer, so much greatness in the world, the stars watch, and the sky covers her breasts, dare to reach, and you maybe rewarded, rules, reality, and the cold hard ground, sometimes its just the echo of truth, from East to West, and the horizon, life can be so many things, but in the end, the result is decided by our perspective, beyond the door, and between the lines, your father and sister, so many gateways, how does a spirit flow, bow your head, and kiss hell¡¯s gates, push your way forward, the valley of the shadow of death, free-flowing spring, within the vast expanse of space, Walmart girl, her bush and panties, is the echo of everything¡­This book''s true home is on another platform. 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The Way It Is I don¡¯t know what a road is, if it simply exists, decided by a collective, some sort of need, or requirement, according to a bigger picture, to look at it, is there a way it¡¯s a problem, some sort of skewed perspective, never greater than the world, maintenance within the bounds of humanity, even according to the rules of magick, to go against it, cogs in the machine, would you throw a wrench in it, considering the plight of humanity, what¡¯s really necessary, riches, heaven, and the depths of hell, echoes of everything, must it happen, if the world and reality were just numbers I may be accepting, but for the lake to ripple, and change to happen, it should exist along the sequence, honey in a jar, a room and a place I can live in, the requirements of a spirit, journeys, sin, cos, tan, so many sailors and fishermen, content to live, aspirations to be a shopkeeper, a chef or a delivery man, existing within meager means, is all I really need, ever-extending branches and eternities, scattered seeds and milkshakes, dragon scales and the strong desire of weeds, does everyone get to eat, the inclination of change, and a rippling lake, waves pushing forward, next, next, always forward, along the sequence, is all I really ask, engineers and chaos architects, I wonder if they allow it¡­Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. Sleeping In a Box Ultimately it¡¯s a jar, the sun and the moon watch, and so much is dependent on your mood and frequency, your mom works for human resources, and in regards to each connection to you, there¡¯s a relevant job for so many, the door is closed, your father and wife are inside, do you care to look, just from the action or inclination, the echo of the rest of the story lingers, a soft caress, a kiss on the lips, and you''re outside of it, it¡¯s just a question, Schrodinger''s pussy, your daughter¡¯s panties, she bends over, your gaze, how long does it linger, she¡¯s sleeping, put it in, just a finger, boom, bam, like being promoted to management, your whole life echoes, thirty, forty, you¡¯re retired, you¡¯re dead, all lingering on a decision, how bad do you want it, in the end it¡¯s just an answer on a test, a stat point allotment, love, life, or struggle, pugilist or tarot reader, Sisyphus, content to push boulders each eternity, what does it matter, does she like it, ask the question again and again, her lips are wet, like a swamp, stinky, such a hairy kitty, she winks, who knows, maybe it¡¯s worth it, the price echoes, hell is always around the corner, sink or swim, so many homeless people, what Jesus would do...This story has been unlawfully obtained without the author''s consent. 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Grade Eleven There¡¯s nothing wrong with not knowing, at most it¡¯s job that goes to someone else, in the ocean there¡¯s everything, so if you¡¯re not content, just settle for something else, if anything it¡¯s a blessing, a fruit passing, and you shake your head, save a beauty, drive her to school, sorry, you don¡¯t have your license, when has responsibility ever been appealing, so many aching fruit, not for me, so many fish, there¡¯s other guys as well, take a kitty home, bathe it, get it wet, caress it, make sure its fed, not for me, I''m a nerdy dude, I¡¯ll be satisfied with hentai, a pet lizard, while I dream of squids, in short, there are so many dreams in the world, so much flowing past you, such delightful treats passing you by, to be greedy, is to be a struggling fish, you bite the hook, and begin to squirm, you need water, but you¡¯re dying to breathe air, just let it pass, all you need is to sit down and study, get on your knees and pray, that you pass your class, the weight of a successful man and a beggar, the difference is at most separated by kilograms, don¡¯t get caught in the hype, so many candy-men, selling sugar and spice, you don¡¯t need all that, we¡¯re squirming worms, and stones scattered across the road, just roll on homie, and stay in your lane, if you dare to dream, it won¡¯t be long, before you owe the devil your soul¡­The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Infections Some come before, some come after, we all have different cycles, as you ponder a question, if you dared to act, someone would be watching, been there, done that, we¡¯re all infected with viruses, get your flu shot, or take it up the butt, one way or another, new problems pop each day, and there¡¯s a lot on the world''s plate, how we spend eternity, ever-extending branches, and rippling waves, push and pull, if you had enough diseases, anyone could be Insightful, get a compass, navigate the day, you just have to get through it, again and again, each and every day, lytic or lysogenic, is it part of you or do you deny it, the question waits for you, before or after, either way, you still have to process it...The genuine version of this novel can be found on another site. Support the author by reading it there. Aliens If humanity was a cohesive whole, you have to assume, this spaceship floating in space, the Earth program one point two, that there tendrils already doing necessary thinking, guiding and organizing, our little flock of sheep, on this space truck stop, if there are string, and the future echoing, there¡¯s probably brain scanning, and telepathy, our overlords, the cloud architects, are probably deciding so many things, the sun and the moon, astrology and magick, just a simulation of what we can be, the earth is flat, and if you think about it, our art and entertainment, programming, who built the pyramids, I¡¯m telling you, it¡¯s aliens, Voldemort feeding on unicorn blood, looking in the mirror, god, is that you, delusions and dreams, honey in a jar, was it me all along¡­This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. Uncle Sam Wants You I''m part of a government bioengineering control group, each month, I''m injected with a different disease, to see how I respond, in case of biological warfare, my immune system and my antibodies, are a valid first response, the end goal, if the test subjects can make it through, is to create super soldiers, who can lead us through the end of the world, our alien overlords watch, the tournament is set up, us and Earth one point two, intergalactic warfare, through the warp portals, who can make it through, there¡¯s only so many resources, hurry, get the architects on it, civilization skill points, each possibility, our flock and our humanity, guard it with your life, and we''ll get through, although it¡¯s just a simulation, if we win the tournament, we get a pizza party, super soldiers, wolves howling at the red moon, the moon waits, our reward at heaven¡¯s gates, do what has to be done, we¡¯re all depending on you¡­Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Programs Everything I could possibly do, think, or say, has been simulated and programmed, as I''m placed along the cycle of my life, where the ball rolls, like a roulette table, chance, fate, and personality, it¡¯s dependent on so many things, sometimes it¡¯s just chemical reactions, but in the end, it¡¯s all part of an artificial intelligence training program, the humanity project one point two, at any given moment, what a simulated human would do, is there any value to good and evil, are morals helpful to anyone, or at critical moments, can they be cast a way, fruit passes, considerations of rape, do you lunge for it, the worth of companionship, god and eternities, if we were alone it would be sad, but the universe is infinite, up above, some cloud architect, wondering what would happen, for each of your sins, if you had to bear it for the rest of your eternal life, the weight of each one, sin flames and fire, cleanse yourself, jump in the river, what does it matter, live, laugh, love, I¡¯m telling you, it¡¯s aliens¡­Did you know this story is from Royal Road? 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Human Schema My whole existence, whatever fills my cup, is just data, it can be copied and pasted at will, even within that, as a human, it isn¡¯t so different from anyone else, at most there¡¯s some value in imagination, but if it was deduced, it could be traced to certain events, songs, art, and hints, today''s featured programming, what occupies our mind, in the end its source is outside of us, or branded onto our DNA, the sins of the father, how our brains were designed, it could be an inclination of evolution, god''s life through a family tree, we are legion, why seperate our identities, the sun and the moon, we''re chesspieces, yearning for happiness, live, laugh, love, at most me and everyone here are cousins, we¡¯re not so different, you and me, we all live in this place in history, our branches ever-extending, this is the room we live in, the world story, and our assignment, what will live on beyond us, on the horizon, you didn¡¯t hear it from me, but this is a simulation, our lives are programs, designed by the intergalactic federation, I¡¯m telling you, it¡¯s aliens¡­This story originates from a different website. Ensure the author gets the support they deserve by reading it there. Why People Dig to Hell If I''ve learned anything from all this, it¡¯s to stay close to the light, yearning, hunger, and desire, it¡¯s sublimating, for it to be satisfied, but alas, everything comes with a price, when the ball starts rolling, gravity locks on, and it isn¡¯t long, before it finds itself in a pit, and the funny thing is, the driving force behind it, is delusions, and weird ideas that you need it, all we need is to pass the day, the lighter our burdens, the easier it is to push the boulder up the hill, again and again, each eternity, we may be doomed to suffer, but maybe we don¡¯t have to live in the abyss, but is it a waiting question, do you dare to go into the valley, blooming lilies, petals so delicate, what was I saying, give it a kiss¡­If you stumble upon this tale on Amazon, it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. Fishing Lines Does fate actively seek it out, any chance to present itself, as a shining light, and a reminder, that there¡¯s something greater than ourselves, one thing¡¯s for sure, so much can be relevant to ourselves, if we allow it, sirens singing in the distance, it could be a whole thread, a chance, a quest, unravel it, allow it to fall, her sundress, and thank the heavens, your heart, that you listened to it, fallen angels smirk, lilies in the valley, the price of goth pussy, unicorn blood, poetry, and what you did to those birds, maybe it was worth the world¡­The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Its Not a Phase Mom The moon in the sky, this nest by the river, oh sweet unicorn, lovely lily in the valley, succulent goth pussy, are you hungry, yearning for the night, heavy eyeshadow, is there a black dildo in sight, would it satisfy your yearning soul, would it fill you up inside, your cry to your father, would it touch all your secret places, the feeling, hmm, would it hit just right, some meth or heroin, something to make you feel alive, you¡¯re so young, do you care to live a long life, like a shooting star, burning oh so bright, put it in, plant a seed, and hope to die, such a disgusting deed, buried in the dirt, and reaching for the sun, maybe the world could always use more innocence, alright, three shots and a gravestone, well wishes, and a dead poet...Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. Why You Mad Growing up, you may have the inclination to believe, that there¡¯s some benefit to being good, some sort of reward for righteousness, but honestly it¡¯s just the cookie crumbling, and you¡¯re falling to a side, there are ways, to make up for all sort of flaws, and under the heavens, all of god''s children get fed in this life, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer, you may not believe it, but they have a way for blessing the evil that resides inside, the stars offer innocence, and a relief from the struggle of evil, relief from the fight, if your hunger is enough, looking down, it¡¯s quite fitting, this babe laying down and accepting her fate, willing virgins, the stink of dirt and sweat, licking it clean, and caressing the tips of it, beautiful ladies and ugly men, if you¡¯re not living life this way, your world perspective, what are you, ten, temptation, and questions in the distance...Unauthorized duplication: this narrative has been taken without consent. 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Your Moneys Worth If there¡¯s a clear disparity between ability, knowledge or emotional intellect, or it could be dexterity and strength, skill, calculating and scheming, murder math, the size of your dick, concerning two people, I''m wondering, the idea of equality, would it become evil, a platform for goodwill, for advantage, an overpowering of the innocent, willing virgins, helpless before it, like meeting the tide, content to be swept up by it, if equality exists, what¡¯s the value of responsibility, the push and pull of the waves, bent over before your boss, no condom, someone¡¯s knocking, come in, maybe all work is rewarded, thank you, come again, see you next Monday, someone say it, thank god it¡¯s Friday, is it me, or is it raining, fruit passing, hey baby, are you working, have you ever thought of modeling, but it was a romantic comedy, and they were roommates, live, laugh, love, and all that...If you discover this tale on Amazon, be aware that it has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. Please report it. If Hallmark Was Evil Imagine if your whole life was a metaphor, the idea, from the seed, to the echo of the end, encapsulating, all for the heavens to say a sentence, an expression or opinion, I wouldn¡¯t discount the possibility of it, lord knows, we¡¯re all cups, making up a bigger jar, the spirit flowing through and connecting us, it may not even be considered us, the sun and the moon, their love story, and all the bullshit filling each crack, does youth and virginity exist, maybe just as an idea, anyways happy birthday, call me when you¡¯re eighteen¡­Did you know this story is from Royal Road? Read the official version for free and support the author. Boom-Shaka-Laka Gungnir is a spear move, power gathered, and released, like a thunder strike, boom, boom, crackle, me and your daughter, in a room, vroom, vroom, you¡¯re racing him, while I''m plowing her, in the storage room, unlock, bang, what happened, she was just putting away the broom, stroking the shaft, ever so gently, she says hi dad, Chad just came, for lunch, it¡¯s the afternoon, nine-one-one, wee-woo, wee-woo, still in it, she''s squealing, did the cow jump over the moon, she peaks, her brother comes, he was watching, yeah, outside the room, what tales will he speak, the cops came too, rattle, struggle, and roll, they tie you up, and they¡¯ll do what they will with you, a leak springs, oh no, the storm, is it flooding, the release of rain, your daughter smiles, she says, daddy, you came too soon¡­The story has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation. It Came Down To This You know why Schrodinger was wrong, because for the cat to be both alive and dead, the possibility must exist, which ended when he locked the box, for a branch to extend, there must be room, your brother peaking in, wondering if it¡¯s time for boom-boom, the box, squishy, wet pussy, at that point it becomes a question of human stupidity, or cruelty, do we sing his glory, dare not disrespect his experiment, or do we have common sense, and offer this pussy the chance to rise once more, like Jesus Christ and Lazarus from their graves, or you know what, there could be time-travelers, probably, kill Hitler, why, when there¡¯s free pussy, maybe the answer is the same, it¡¯s aliens¡­This narrative has been unlawfully taken from Royal Road. If you see it on Amazon, please report it. Yule My main religion, spirits are my belief, as for science, it holds to the thought that the world can be explained, and maybe for some, that it¡¯s worth pursuing, bullshit and fresh pink worms, what does it matter, when even ideas can satisfy the mind, men and women, we are beasts, some milk and a caress, cherries on your lips, give it a kiss, struggle and toil, effort, and licking your sweat, so wet, satiate your hunger, allow yourself to feast, red hat on my head, baby, daddy will make sure you''re fed, in this life, it¡¯s all you really need¡­This narrative has been purloined without the author''s approval. Report any appearances on Amazon. Rolling Hills Even water, so set in its nature, can ripple, architects can plan, and spiders can weave their webs, the sun and the moon in the sky, and we¡¯re dancing on a string, but maybe they plan your grievances, death and change, the heavens have an answer to them, climb a mountain, and leap down with faith, bow your head, push it in, harder, and have a taste, our stories may be weaved, the heavens considered it, with thought and intention, the rumble of thunder, the creaking of wood, fire in your bed, release of rain, hold on, keep pushing, sailing our ships, these turbulent waves, the path is set, weird nipples, so prominent, but we don¡¯t have to think about it¡­Support creative writers by reading their stories on Royal Road, not stolen versions. Unlocked Door Picasso showed us something great, we don¡¯t have to live inside any set narrative, scattered seeds, and humanity doomed to our nature, the idea of it, can all change with perspective, knowledge and room to think, pussy in a box, can the branch extend, the water flowed, and the way it moved was natural, good and evil, as right as it can be, taking, and growing, in whatever way it can, on your sheets a red flower blooms, though we¡¯re doomed to reach for the sun, hump, hump, bumpy camel, rolling hills, weird nipples, live, laugh, love, are we in a tundra, or is it spring, do we lose or do we win, sin, cos, tan, this life can be so many things¡­If you encounter this narrative on Amazon, note that it''s taken without the author''s consent. Report it. title in chapter Weird Nipples People are just potions we''re mixing day by day, shaking, stirring, both a road and a bottle, such nice curves, feels and tastes delicious, the road can be rocky, so bumpy, but you can be a gentle ferryman, slowly guiding you down, to the depths of the river, into the next life, what we amount, it requires firm hand, and a soft touch, a kiss on the lips, on your mouth, we don¡¯t build the road, but as we steer, past the bushes, picking wild mountain berries, as is so much in life, there¡¯s a choice, we can do it smoothly¡­Unauthorized usage: this tale is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Candy Apples Knowledge is a sin, sweet like mulled wine, high above the tree, apples growing freely, so close to your father, he holds you gently, and scatters his seed, but its price can deprive you of so much, forethought and insight can burn away at it, the branches of possibility, on some days, it¡¯s better to embrace stupidity, nerd girl with glasses, weird nipples, and moles hiding on her body, she bends over, under her skirt, peaches dripping with honey, how lovely, what would your father do, maybe give it a kiss, a lick, taste her and her sweetness, allow succor, and live, laugh, love, hey, it¡¯s your seed, don¡¯t ask me¡­The narrative has been taken without permission. Report any sightings. Cradle Robbers and Don’t Look Cradle Robbers The heart is primal, it¡¯s older than the time of this place, this universe, it''s a legacy, from your mother and father, the sun and the moon, what makes it beat, what it attaches strings, they very well know, you¡¯re just a road or a path, architects plan, and spiders weave their webs, they know very well what makes your spirit move, and your cup, what sort of beasts fill it, within the realm of possibility, seeds are scattered, and who you can be, they check, and your most wonderful dreams, nerdy girl with glasses, moles hiding, honeyed peaches, so sweet, your mother and father, live, laugh, love,they fulfill it¡­You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Don¡¯t Look Where there¡¯s an assumption, you can be sure there¡¯s a trap waiting, or your father, with a lesson he¡¯s planning, does it make you blush, can you take it, how much punishment, live, laugh, love, honeyed peaches, licking the juices, your mom watches, she raises an eyebrow, have you been a bad girl, what do you have to say to your dad, missed shots and faith, scattered seeds, all over her tits¡­ Taking Steps To put something in the past, you can always go through, whoever they say you are, or what you¡¯ve done, commit to it and see it through, you may find a way to reject it, but after all said and done, it will still be a popped balloon, in the end, we may all want more, each possibility, you''ll have to explore it to know, travel the branch, and watch the flower bloom, does blood flow, no condom, is it your doom, alas, desire takes hold, these soft petals, this gentle bud, has power over us, some things we want to see again and again, compared to everything else, a satisfying place to be settling, what you¡¯ll do each eternity, and the lives of your shadows, so much life and love, in the memory of your father, chipping away, and one day a road will be built, a home, and a place to live and be content, what will it take, what¡¯s the cost of the mortgage, Sisyphus pushing that boulder each eternity, live, laugh, love, and money, as lilies wait in the valley, our dreams and desires are not for nothing, what we can live with, the place our captain is steering, what will lead the way, it can be all that you want, but so much is justified, to even get to this place, you¡¯ll have to work, so juicy and wet, your father watches, and all good things have a price¡­Stolen content warning: this content belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences. Selective Amnesia There¡¯s nothing greater than the winter sun, cooled and gentle, like water, sprinkling down with imperceptible love, the healing after the rough and rocky road, bumping up and down, it just keeps going, live, laugh, love, eternally, wouldn¡¯t you know, smile, and lick your lips, looking back on the year, it¡¯s almost as if your father cared for you, so much love, red and burning like fire, how could it hurt, fed you and clothed you, did he give you what you need, across the horizon, into the New Year, you¡¯re almost ready to trust again, that roller-coaster ride, get back in line, wait your turn, then raise your arms high, and yell, daddy, I''m coming again!The tale has been illicitly lifted; should you spot it on Amazon, report the violation. Lost Cause Vampirism begins when you start to hunger for that which you cannot have, deeper and deeper, the hole opens up and sucks you in, gaunt-cheeked with deep eyes, no, my darling, we won¡¯t be getting any sleep, day and night, again and again, the idea of your touch, the delusion of your scent, deeper and deeper, we''re meant to be together, insatiable, coming and going, father, where did you go, are you spent, the struggle of survival, heaving, gasping for breath, desperate for energy, lunge and pierce the barrier, on your knees, back bent, look behind you, pulling back your hair, you ask, daddy, can we ever go back, a caress to the cheek, and a whisper, kiss her on the lips, I''m sorry baby, we¡¯re in too deep, we can¡¯t¡­Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings.