Interpretation Stories

What if there was an anomaly in the Underground? No, not Frisk. Not Chara either. Someone else entirely. How could a few measly children stand to this supposedly immortal foe and save the Underground from destruction? Is it even possible to do so? Only one way to tell... ~o0o~ Disclaimers before you start! •There is NO fanon ships. That means no Soriel, Papyton, etc. The only ships are Torgore (in the past) and Alphyne. •This is NOT an x reader. I dislike those types of stories. The reader will have no part in this, and they will not be shipped with anyone. •This exists outside of canon to an extreme. For example, Frisk is the second human and not the eighth. •There will be OCs, but only for a few humans and they still technically exist in normal Undertale. •There is a sequel. I'm planning on rewriting it after this one, as it is much more random and definitely needs it. Clanky, plot holes/retconning, etc. It's more of an OC thing, to explore them and their issues, than an Undertale thing, but it has its similarities. •There will be some explicitives. It won't be unnecessary or excessive, only when it fits the situation and character. I will not be using any slurs, as that's just plain disrespectful, even if some of them apply to me. Credits: Undertale, obviously, created by Toby Fox and Temmie Chang. "The Time Before" by ANinnyMouse42 is the backstory for Sans in this AU with some adjustments (mainly since that was very close to my original idea before I read it and I don't want people to think I copied their masterpiece or smth, if you haven't read it please do so, it's really good). Some things will be in reference to the other books in the trilogy or "From War to Science" by Emotistic-optimistic. If you haven't, read that too. It's really good (along with its sequel). The cover was made by me! Have a good day! (Also, the title is a placeholder, if anyone has any ideas that make more sense, please let me know.)

In the small town of Devinsdale, we see the perspctive of 4 young teen-age students. To observe their feelings, thoughts, conflict, ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs.. Guinea pigs. Kinda.. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Credits to @clarinet4 for this story! It's kinda like my own version of their book, '4 friends into 2 couples'. I'm using mostly the same characters. And yes! Don't worry I do have permission from the creator to the use the characters and go off of the same concept! Please enjoy, though trigger warning!! There is gonna be sensitive topics,some implications others more direct. We're gonna talk about a lot of sick stuff : (... PLEASE! please show the original creator of the story and book some support and care, they work just as hard as I do!

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

She looks around the cafe like a lost lamb trying to find a hint of familiarity. "She sat on that table near the window" the waitress softly tells her. Rose gave her a half smile and sat on the same spot. She stared at the cup of coffee thats no longer warm and the half eaten cheesecake. "She took my favorite flavour" She drinks the now cold coffee with fondess as If it is freshly brewed The longingness consuming her heart. Yet she would rather be consumed by this feeling than forgetting her lover.

This poem is about someone who goes and breaks hearts with no empathy for others.

Read slowly and interpret. I would love feedback and your interpretations of the story.

These are my works. I aspire to be a writer in the future so please leave comments. Be as harsh as like when you criticize my work as I want to know what you really think about it. Thank you for reading.

This is my 3rd entry for the Are You #KiddingMe Writing Contest #2. If there's one thing new parents need, it's someone to interpret what the heck their baby is trying to tell them... and that's where I come in. 🍼👶👩‍🍼 Hope you enjoy this short story!

Quelques contes éparpillés. Découvrez des mythes et légendes insensées... Prenez part aux voyages d'anciens héros dont le nom est désormais inconnu. A travers cette suite d'histoires sans queue ni têtes, imaginez à quoi ressemble le monde qui y est dépeint, faites votre propre idée. Créez vos propres histoires. Couverture d'Alex Grey (Elle ne m'appartient pas).

This is a strange piece. I decided to take some time to go down to the beach and have a talk with myself and the world. It's about time we tried to understand each other after all. I just had to put this into writing. This piece is very much from my head so I don't expect you who read this to understand, agree or enjoy what I say, although I hope you do enjoy it, and I hope you find something in there that connects with you. The picture you see for this piece is one I took while I was sitting atop the stone wall. I say this on every piece, but I am no writer, there will probably be mistakes despite my efforts to remove them, and for that I'm sorry. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Diese Geschichte berichtet von einem Bauern, der den Auftrag bekommt Weizen anzupflanzen, welchen er dem Müller geben soll, der daraus Brot herstellt. Der Auftrag wird ihm vermittelt durch einen Fremden. Verwundert begibt er sich auf die Suche nach dem Müller, da er keine Belohnung für seine Mühen erhält.

Dream Psychology: Psychoanalysis for Beginners Author: Sigmund Freud "In what we may term "prescientific days" people were in no uncertainty about the interpretation of dreams. When they were recalled after awakening they were regarded as either the friendly or hostile manifestation of some higher powers, demoniacal and Divine." In Dream Psychology Freud makes the case that all dreams are wish-fulfillment from the day before and that in analyzing we can get a glimpse into our desires. Dream Psychology was the basis for his latter work and most of the analyzing of dreams for years to come.

poem/short story about Bloodborne's storyline and DLC - told from the perspective of a Hunter following the events of the game. I apologize for any spelling mistakes or plot holes this is my first time writing anything like this, doesn't 'exactly' follow the game and has some of my own interpretations of the story and themes. Enjoy!! !!COVER ART IS NOT MINE!!

"It's okay to be gay" is a poem about society, homosexuals or (queer people) in reffrance to opposing views told in the view point of a gay person living in todays world. This poem is ment to evoke emotion and leave the reader with their own interpretation of the writing peace. "Its okay to be gay" is about highlighting the view points of the very tittle it speaks of by expressing the raw emotions of a person who lives as a homosexual...

Have you ever felt like you were losing yourself in the process of losing someone else? Here is my interpretation of how that feels.

Dark, mysterious and unknown. Do we truly know what lurks in the darkness of night?

❝ heartbreaks, deaths, childhood love, wedding vows, destruction, and stories about the monsters in our head -- all combined into a collection of short stories based on songs. because music speaks for our emotions, and for the words we cannot tell. ❞ © 2013