Vaness Fryle

So I’m doing a thing wherein all my stories and poems no matter the prompt are connected together. Hopefully it makes sense.

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Vaness Fryle

So I’m doing a thing wherein all my stories and poems no matter the prompt are connected together. Hopefully it makes sense.

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So Bad

Vaness Fryle

1 min read

You’re not for me

The worst thing about you

Is that you don’t exist

I’m hopelessly single

Who could ever want me

Still I dream of you

Hot as you are

Akin to a potato as I am

Til the end I’ll read until

Expectedly you end up

With her

Some say you are a red flag

But you have never hurt

The one you love

Instead you take her hardships

Smile just at her presence

As if its enough

I hope it’ll en...

Poetry

Romance

Perspective Matters

Vaness Fryle

3 min read

As all good art does, it suddenly springs up one day without anyone expecting it.

The blank wall that was owned by the pizzeria was practically begging for it to be painted on with how clean the grey concrete was. There were no cracks and no stains of piss from men acting like dogs when there is a bathroom anywhere you go.

The owner of the pizzeria, Joaquin liked it that way. Back home he was us...

Humour

Staying Just Cause

Vaness Fryle

1 min read

You could tell I’m just one of the million reasons for the pollution problem in the city as I casually blow out the white smoke from my vape. Its strawberry flavored of course and the smell makes sure you know how artificial it is.

No matter how many people warn me of lung cancer the mometary feeling of comfort the nicotine provides is enough to ignore it.

The traffic signs signals green and a w...

Drama

Weightless Above

Vaness Fryle

4 min read

When I was little, I used to lay outside and reach my hands up to the sky above, convinced I could touch the great moving clouds if I just extended a little further.

“You look crazy.” Severin would say to me as he witnesses me go too in my daydreams. He’s my older brother so of course its his duty to break me from my spells of momentary insanity.

Its not like I could actually touch the clouds.

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Adventure

What Ifs

Vaness Fryle

1 min read

I think we could have been very happy

If you stayed

Then we’d be married

Have a couple kids

Obvious things

You didn’t want want that

Instead you went your own way

Said goodbye

Broke my heart

No regrets

If in the next life you’d stay

I’d let you leave

Not as revenge for this one

But because I know you’d be happier

Away...

Poetry

Romance

Secret Rebellion

Vaness Fryle

3 min read

In high society the rules for the women were strict and have not changed since the people who made them in the first place died hundreds of years ago. Essentially we are making generations of girls suffer over illogical ceremonies and expectations over dead people.

Oh have I mentioned the girls who refuse to participate get thrown away and lose their titles?

A girl could refuse to get her nose d...

Humour

You’re the only Savior

Vaness Fryle

5 min read

“You’re the only Savior to me full of scars.” Still Monster, Enhypen

It takes exactly 10 days for a vampire to die of thirst for blood.

The most desperate ones would bite their own tongue without realizing that we are our own poisons. Our own blood can kill us which is why its so hard to pierce our skin. A sip of our own blood makes us further go onto the cycle of vampirism. Being a vampire mean...

Fantasy

Babe, You Got This

Vaness Fryle

2 min read

Maybe its the nerves that’s making me want to run even though I’ve practiced my routine 193719849284 times for months already.

Maybe its the presence of the previous champion who looks so calm I feel like they’ve already won and I didn’t know it.

Maybe its my costume that is far too tight and revealing even though the temperature is freezing. It had to be this way as a requirement to see the mov...

Drama

Not Even Ready

Vaness Fryle

1 min read

Like a flower forced to bloom by the harsh bright sun

My time had come without me knowing making me wish I were a son

Naive and free as I was, I didn’t know of the stares that lurked

A woman they said as this burden was a newfound perk

This is how bleeding leads to beauty oh so damned I am

Thought death had come for my me but a instead the start of bodily program

One where I grow and weight won...

Poetry

Drama

On The Wrist, Not The Neck

Vaness Fryle

5 min read

For as long as I remember Lady Agnes, our old neighbor did not look her age.

That wasn’t to say she didn’t look old she definitely passes for a woman in her 70s but like a chic modern 70s that could still put effort in their looks and aren’t run down by arthritis. When I was a kid the first time I saw her she was wearing a ball gown and that red fabric around her wrist.

Like most people I could ...

Mystery

Drama