Observer Stories

At 3AM, a system begins-quietly, without intention, and without permission. A single swipe connects Christopher Laurence Marquez, an engineering student in Texas who prefers observation over involvement, to two football players in Ohio: identical twins who move through the world in contrast-one all momentum, the other measured control; instinct set against precision. What starts as a late-night conversation settles into something neither of them defines. It isn't fast. It isn't loud. It doesn't ask to be named. It simply continues. Night after night, across distance and routine, a pattern takes hold-structured, consistent, resistant to interruption. It is not quite friendship, not quite love, but something that holds its shape even when left alone. Chris does not chase connection. He studies it, reduces it, understands it in parts before allowing it to mean anything whole. But this one resists reduction. And that is where the instability begins. Because not every system that works is built to last, and not everything that fits is meant to remain. In a world that rewards speed, noise, and certainty, three people begin to move differently-to pause, to listen, and to recognize that some connections are not chosen, not constructed, not controlled... ...but once they take hold, they refuse to let go.

Nice's Colors is a tender, slow-burning story about growing up, unspoken feelings, and the quiet moments that change everything. Some friendships feel safe. Some feel inevitable. And some are only one breath away from becoming something you can never go back from.

Evermore Falls is a town that shouldn't exist-hidden deep in forgotten woods, wrapped in fog, memory, and something ancient. People don't find it on purpose. They're drawn there. A sudden inheritance, a strange letter, a job that only exists until they arrive-every newcomer has a different story. But their fates converge the same way: once you stay for seven days, you can't leave. Roads loop back. Maps distort. No matter how far you run, you return to the same wooden sign: Welcome to Evermore Falls. Seven arrivals. Seven entangled lives. In this town, shadows whisper, time bends, and questions multiply. Doors open to impossible places, people vanish without warning, and the town seems to be watching... choosing... waiting. To survive and if possible, leave, they must uncover why Evermore Falls brought them here- and what it intends for them next.

Seven days after the procedure, something started to feel wrong. At first, it was small. Glitches. Flickering vision. Then... loss of control. He didn't move his hand. He didn't press the gas. He didn't write those words. Someone else did. Watching through his eyes. Controlling his body. And he wasn't alone anymore. Because when the system activated... he saw it. 🔴 LIVE Thousands of viewers. A chat. People watching his life like a stream. Giving commands. Making decisions for him. And the worst part? He agreed to it. He just didn't read the terms.

She has the skills of a veteran and the soul of a shark. Thanks to a sea-witch's spell, she can do your job better than you-but she's only here to see if being human is worth the commute. // INSTANT EXPERTISE. ANCIENT CURIOSITY. When the Sea King's daughter demanded a life on shore, she didn't just get legs. Her sea-witch mother brewed a cocktail of memories and mastery, grafting decades of human experience onto her mind. She can suture a wound, code a server, and balance a ledger before the 9 AM bell rings. But magic can't simulate the feeling of a cold coffee or the sting of a coworker's betrayal. Follow the most overqualified intern in history as she trials a thousand years of human labor in a single lifetime.

A new approach to the usual FGOD story. Error, instead of landing in a NaJ universe or something similar to it, has landed in another multiverse with his two kids. Being found by two skeletons who are complete strangers to him as they had no counterparts he knew of. The two skeletons on the other hand are surprised to find their errors ' twin ', with two baby bones nonetheless! The two are overjoyed, one more than the other, to finally have others to actually interact with. All characters in the story belong to their rightful creators, all except for three who are created by me. The FGOD concept originally from Harrish6 if I remember correctly. Art in the cover also belongs to its rightful creator! Possible mistakes here and there, swears, and changes to the story of this strange multiverse. Also probably not good but decent. Current Status: Updates will be slow:(

Number 587. Or how her mother always calls her: Honey. She lives in a world where the control that men have over women is seriously dangerous. The government: Only men. On the streets: Almost only men. Besides women who're getting pulled to their working spaces. Every day is the same. The same horrifying. The same intimidating. It seems like everyone has accepted their faith. As if it didn't even matter to women anymore how they're getting treated. But Number 587 has never given up on the thought of the outside world. On the thought of escaping. And that's exactly what she's going to do. Escape. Even though it will break her heart. Even though there will be obstacles. She knows she needs to at least try.

When a girl comes into his woods with wonderfully drawn pictures of himself and the other creepypastas, he begins to grow interested with her and her life. Will she make it with the Creepypastas, or will she fall into a darkness she cannot escape? This... This will either anger you or just making you giggle with fluff. Read at your own risk, sir/ma'am.

This is a collection of poems about relationships, observations, and emotions from the eyes of someone who ends up watching life rather than living it. #6 in poetrycollection 6/12/23 #7 in freeverse 6/12/23

Why, why did it have to be me? Why did it have to be me to lose everything? My parents, my friends, my life. Why? Why did I have to get kidnapped, used as bait, held hostage, and even worse... Develop Stockholm Syndrome? {Updates every Friday at 4:30}

Estelle Jacobs is just a normal girl that enjoys taking notes on her peers. And although ostracized by her classmates as "the observer", she still keeps at it. But something about her classmate Spencer isn't right....he's the only person she can't read.

Noah x Observer IMPORTANT-- this story will not be updated any further

this is a gender bent Tribetwelve Au, cause nobody else would do it. ___________________________________________________ Noah is still stuck in the collective realm and her only company is her cousin Mila... And of course the sick and twisted Observer who is always playing games and tricks with noah to drive her to insanity. That's all it ever is. A game. But when Noah finally free from the torturous hellhole, observer must be punished. Punished as is beating, burned and tortured. Observer escapes, obviously. No one knows how but, whatever. The only person Observer can go to is Noah in order to be hidden from the collective. Plus, she needed her wounds tended to. Noah let's her in as long as observer never goes back to the collective ever. EVER. again. Welp. Now Observer has to work with this sassy drunk girl. ___________________________________________________ pretty weird plot, I know. I just came up with it but hey, I can work with it. Thank you for reading!!!

A poem on who I observe.

help me...

(Utterances of a spoken mute)

Season 2: Deviation Errors are removed. Deviations are managed. Aren Vale was supposed to disappear. Instead, he became something the system can't fully control. Now it's watching him. Tracking him. Sending something to handle him. But every attempt to fix him- Makes things worse. Because Aren isn't breaking anymore. He's learning.