Maia Poetry Book Novels & Stories

She was too young to know everything, but old enough to want to. She placed her candle beside the others. As it flickered to life, she whispered: "Let me remember too." The Book's Resting Place The book now sits in a sealed niche at the center of Elaris. Not guarded. Not locked. Just placed. Beside it, etched in the stone, are the last words Maera ever wrote: *"We rejected power. We chose flame. And in doing so— We remembered how to be human again."*

I looked closely at the paper and when I looked at the back of the paper, there was a number on it. How can I call this number, I don’t have a phone anymore? Well, there’s nothing wrong if I’ll try, right? But how can a maid’s salary be 50k per month? Impossible. I mean, maybe it is possible if the person who’s looking for a maid is rich. I look at the two girls who are just near to me. As I can see, they’re holding the same paper as mine. “Look at this! They’re looking for a maid, the salary is 50k--“

I say. She nods once. Her hand slides back until her fingers brush mine, deliberate and grounding. She does not look at me. Her eyes are on the dark stretch of trees ahead. We should not be here. The ruins are quiet in the way predators choose silence. Broken stone juts from the ground like old bones. Moonlight spills unevenly through the canopy, silvering the leaves, catching on Maia’s hair. She looks unreal like this. Too calm. Too composed. Like she belongs to a different world than the one I keep bleeding into.

Amaia sincerely stated. "You asked me awhile ago what am I doing here... Well, let me answer that question as well. You see, I want to give this book to the woman who has been on my mind and my heart for the passed two years. I want to make her fall in love with me for real, and not just for reel." Kei explained, while giving the book to Amaia. Amaia gasped softly when she read the title of the book. "My Girl, Amaia."

I said, grabbing the book off of the shelf and showing Kai proudly. That was a bit easier than I thought it would be. That was at least reassuring. He took the book from me and flipped through it, confusion lining his features. “Our next clue is a book of poetry?” “Yes. No, not exactly,” I said, biting my lip and flipping the book open until I got to the right poem. “This is a book of poems from the infamous Austrian poet Rainer Maria Rilke. My favorite poem is this one.” I showed him. I was not huge on poetry, but Rilke was a complete genius with his words, and I would be an idiot to ignore that genius.

“Not yet. This isn’t active distortion. It’s leftover. Residual.” “So what now?” Austin asked. Mia stood slowly. “We go to the library.” The Library – A Book That Writes Itself We hadn’t been back since the palace’s memory bent beneath us. The shelves were taller. The dust... thicker. But the whispers were louder. And then we saw it. A book on the central pedestal. Blank. Until Mia touched it. Words appeared—ink rising to the surface like blood in water. It wrote: “This chapter already happened.” Then:

Turning the music off, I grab the lavender and put it in a tiny glass vase, and set it in the center of the long ebony black dining table. Walking out of the conjoined dining room and kitchen I grab my book, my water bottle, and a blanket. I set the water and blanket by the back door that leads to the porch, and the beach a little off, and head back to the kitchen with my book. Of human bondage, by W. Somerset Maugham. The book itself isn't bad, but from my point of view, it's terribly bland. I like more poetic works. But also a hint of darkness. The best example is the poem, In the Desert, by Stephen Crane, from his book The Black Riders and Other Lines. It has a sense of dystopia that I ca

Mia fell to the ground, unable to hold her weight. She was deprived of air, food and water and all he could tell her was that she had only a few days left before she would need to stand before the council once again. All the guards that had accompanied him all turned their backs and followed their Alpha. Mia on the other hand, unable to withstand how tired she felt, turned up to the sky. Her visions were blurred. She had not even fully recovered from the poison that she was given and now this. Her breath was coming out in small gasps and soon her eyes slowly fluttered open and close. She didn't know how long she laid but soon, she heard a manly grunt. Then she felt weightless in the air and

another old man said Kai felt the urge to find the ultimate partner for him to give him an heir. He had search everywhere in Aleris for an eligible bachelorette but he couldn’t find any. Not until he met Maia, a princess from another planet. Maia is beautiful and slim. She is tall, intelligent and skillful. Her long hair is auburn in color while her eyes are hazel in color. Kai instantly fell for the beauty of Maia. Kai is also very handsome, he has a very broad body and a masculine figure. His eyes are blue and his hair is blond. He is also tall, a six footer guy. He is good in combat and excel at leadership. They met when the parents of Maia visited Aleris. That time Kai is accepting possi

The story is a concise presentation of a collection of events in the past and currently,that do not necessarily represent a given institution,individual or given geographical point,but reflect events that have been experienced in different areas within the maasai country. Hope you enjoy the story!