iNafiSulan

Aspiring writer 🖊️. Daydreamer 🫧. Fallen from a coconut tree 🥥🌴

https://substack.com/@solacesolnova?r=5bot6p&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile

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iNafiSulan

Aspiring writer 🖊️. Daydreamer 🫧. Fallen from a coconut tree 🥥🌴

https://substack.com/@solacesolnova?r=5bot6p&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile

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Wake

iNafiSulan

1 min read

I can't stand this. I hate this. I hate everything. The world is just moving on and i hate it. I hate this feeling...something is missing from me and I'm staring right at them but they don't stare back. I quickly look away. I can't face them. All I can do is burn with anger and hatred. How could they? How could they? HOW COULD THEY?! My fist ball tightly. I bleed.

Crying echoes throughout like ...

Drama

Subject 89231

iNafiSulan

1 min read

VOICE RECORDING 001: SUBJECT 89231

"The subject demonstrates a remarkable ability to mutate in any environment. I've never seen such adaptability among the subjects. Subject 89231 physical make up seems to solidify in quick spurts when exposed to certain EMT frequencies, it seems to be agitated in this state. We will test further tomorrow."

VOICE RECORDING 002: SUBJECT 89231

"Today we will te...

Science fiction

Apex Continuum

iNafiSulan

2 min read

'What a mess,' Rick said looking at the crash sight. 'I don't get paid enough for this,' he mumbled as he pulled a cigarette and lighter from his jacket pocket to light. The air was brutally cold in Antarctica's frigid climate. Snow seemed to stretch for miles with no sign of life. In the near distance, rough and ragged mountain cliffs surround the crash sight.

Just as Rick was about to light his...

Science fiction

Action

Shrouded

iNafiSulan

1 min read

I don’t wish to be seen.

I don’t wish to be known.

I don’t wish to be pampered in recognition.

I don’t wish to be shown.

I don’t want your kindness or love showers.

I don’t want to stick out like a weed in a field of wildflowers.

I don’t want to be seen.

I don’t want to be known.

The shadows are where I lurk.

The in between is my home.

I am nothing and everything and nothing again.

Darkness is my...

Poetry