Carcosa Poem Novels & Stories

Eva exclaims as we walk inside the bookstore and she twirls around, her eyes moving across every corner. "They are just books, Carson, " I tell her as the sweet, musky scent of old books welcomes us and she turns to me with a frown on her face, "What do you mean? They are not just books. This is fucking heaven, Ford. " "It's heaven when I have my mouth on yours, or my cock inside you; I don't think this comes close, Carson. " I tell her with a raise of my shoulder, not caring about my choice of words, but Carson definitely cares as she slaps my arm.

"The Devil's Debt" Dante's POV I’ve made many mistakes. But none haunt me like the one, which has the face of Vanessa. It is chilly and the rain has not ceased ever since Carina walked away. All the drops are punishments, the world is attempting to rinse the blood I have spilled, yet it never does. I drive, fast, reckless through the darkness as my car cuts through the darkness as I follow the coordinates that Marco sent me. Do you know this is where she is? I ask through the speaker.

ALTHEA I wake with a jolt, my skin burning hot, my body shaking like a leaf in the wind. My breath rasps in and out, shallow and sharp. The world swims before my eyes, trees bending, twisting, dancing like shadows in a fire. My throat feels dry as ash. I reach out blindly, fingers digging into the cold earth. Caroline is gone. No trace of her beside me, just crushed grass where she might’ve slept and a bitter scent in the air, like betrayal.

Uncle reached for the door handle and was about to open it when a voice sliced the air: Cold. Dark. Haunting. “Step out of the car, Cara Mio.”

Despite the harshness of the world we inhabit, his presence brings me a sense of comfort and belonging that I find nowhere else. In the midst of the chaos and uncertainty that surrounds me, Carlos remains a constant anchor, a beacon of light in the darkness. His words linger in the air, a promise of connection and understanding that transcends the boundaries of our tumultuous reality. And as I carry his memory with me, I find solace in the knowledge that, despite the challenges we face, our bond remains unbreakable.

Caras povs As I drifted in and out of consciousness, fragments of strange dreams filled my mind. They weren’t like the usual nightmares. These were different, vivid, and almost too real, as if I was being pulled into in-between reality and imagination. I found myself standing in the middle of an endless void, surrounded by whispers, each one calling my name, urging me to listen. The air shimmered with a soft golden light, and in the distance, I could make out the silhouette of a figure approaching. As it came closer, I realised it was a woman, tall, regal, and cloaked in a gown that seemed to be woven from the night sky itself. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her eyes were

I took a seat next to him and poured us both a glass. “This is called folisa. It is Fae alcohol.” I held up my glass to clink with his. Carson’s eyes lit up like fireworks when the taste hit his tastebuds. All it took was one sip to fall in love with it. “It’s absolutely delicious. Thanks for sharing it with me,” he said as he took another sip. “There is plenty more where this came from. This one is actually my own recipe, so I am glad that you do like it.”

[Kian] (Past) Just a poem. Carys took a trembling breath, her eyes fluttering as she peered at Kys as if she had committed a sin by writing those words on those pages. I don’t know about her, but the way I need her, regardless of every complexity that compels us to stay apart, feels like a sin. A sin that both of us knew we’d pay heavy for. It’s just a poem. She bit her bottom lip, allowing it to torturously tease my resolve to look away. But at that moment, I couldn’t avert my gaze, no matter how hard I tried. It was painful to not know the taste of her succulent lips.

‘How should I face all the cold and warm winds that paint my face with sadness? ‘How should I think of the past and the future that are all filled with pain? ‘From now on, my heart will never be clear again. ‘From now on, the mountains will never look green again. ‘I’m afraid to look at the fallen autumn flowers. ‘I’m afraid that the flowers in spring will look like tears.’ After Silvia read the poem word by word, she felt goosebumps all over her body again.

she thought back, unsure of what to make of this strange connection. Still, he didn’t respond verbally. Instead, he stepped closer to her and embraced her gently. It was as if he was trying to tell her without words that everything would be okay. That, somehow, they would be okay. But Cara couldn’t shake the overwhelming fear that gripped her. Fear that, when she woke up, everything would disappear. That this beautiful connection, this dream-like world, would fade into nothing.