Interpretations Stories

All between 500 and 1000 words. Some of them are violent and have some sensitive topics, but I'll add a TW if it's really bad, but just be aware of that. Hope you enjoy! Feel free to give me feedback too!

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.

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

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.)

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

This is a small writing piece made by me, I'm a 14 year old girl who struggles with depression, anxiety, and sometimes suicidal thoughts. I wrote this to share my story about what its like living with a dad who has ptsd.

Just me interpreting some songs... (leave some suggestions in the comments, yeah?)

A short poem

Although no clear picture, there's a story behind each word. ________________________________________________ A collection of my favorite poems that I have written. Please note that there is only one poem per chapter, and that each poem is anywhere between 1-10+ stanzas. There is no schedule. There is no end.

Does it kill? Does it burn? Is it painful to learn that it's me that has all the control? Girl POV. Open for interpretation. Second person style. Songfic inspired by Maroon 5's Harder To Breathe.

"Symbol" = "Alles, was für ein Subjekt zu einer von sich selbst verschiedenen im Symbol gemeinten Sinnwirklichkeit in ein Verhältnis der Repräsentation gesetzt wird". -

On Halloween a girl goes out to get groceries only to not get what she paid for.

One man. A missing family. Blood on the wall. A strong radiating glow from the end of the road. What evil may be at play?

Ever found yourself lost is his eye's? Not exactly a cliché happening when it happens for the first time. Hope you like it.

A short piece of mine.

The biting, cool metal of the dagger seems to pierce against the soft skin of Harry's palms, crimson staining the silver. Harry almost laughed too, when Draco's grip on him grew slack. Harry hated him. Oh, he loathed him. The bond they shared over something as horrid as two boys locked in a dark closet, primary-coloured boards flashing against the windows.