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❝𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐎 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓...❞ ╭── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╮ ↳ 𝙄𝙣 𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙘𝙝, 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘨𝘶𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 - 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘮. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘢𝘯𝘺'𝘴 "𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴". 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘊𝘺𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯ ↳[ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ ᴇᴅɢᴇʀᴜɴɴᴇʀꜱ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴄʏʙᴇʀᴘᴜɴᴋ 2077 x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ᴋɪᴡɪ x ᴍᴀʟᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ.]

Used to staying up all night, caught up with the past Lenore shared with her twin brother, she never expected anyone to be up with her. The dim light of the moon shone on his face as she couldn't help but question him. "Why me? Why now?" She pleaded for answers but all she got was a simple shrug. Lenore wished everything was as simple as that shrug. The creaks behind her growing louder as the patterns around her grew stronger, a stranger in the shadows. Was Lenore watching or being watched? Started 24/06/25

The Disappearance is the second novella in The Fractured Veil, a chilling psychological suspense series where memory is fragile, identity bends, and truth refuses to stay put. After fleeing the boarding house, Ash carries one fragile proof that Rae was real: a photograph. But the town insists Rae never existed. The café she worked in has no record of her. Her apartment is stripped bare. Even children vanish into erased records, leaving Ash desperate for witnesses who won't forget. As paranoia grows, Ash uncovers files marked Retired - names, faces, lives neatly crossed out. A sinister festival reveals Rae's face among masked strangers, while allies betray and enemies smile with pity. Every photograph fades, every note warns, and every reflection insists on a different truth. When the town declares, "You're chasing yourself," Ash must confront the possibility that Rae isn't missing at all - but part of them. Identity. Memory. Loss. Nothing disappears quietly here. Perfect for fans of Black Mirror, Behind Her Eyes, and The Silent Patient, The Disappearance is a claustrophobic dive into obsession and gaslighting, with a twist that will leave you questioning what survives after truth is gone.

What if Princess Viserra Targaryen made it back to the Red Keep unharmed after her one last night of laughter? Saera's disgrace and Baelon's rejection sealed Viserra's fate and her marriage to Lord Theomore Manderly went forward during the tenth moon of 87AC. 3 years later the decrepit lord is dead, Viserra finally comes home and she doesn't intend to be sold off again. Upon her return to King's Landing, she makes overtures to her siblings, nephews and nieces - the future of House Targaryen. She was meant for her mother's crown and she will see it upon her head - one way or another. Oh, what a raging fire one ambitious princess can make.

Eighteen months after vecnas defeat the party is back together to celebrate graduation, but something Feels different in Hawkins. Maybe shes been away for too long, but robin can't shake the feeling that something is different, wrong. Memories don't align, details are off, and every time someone tries to escape the suffocating small town of Hawkins something strange happens. As she navigates the oddities of Hawkins and young adulthood she finds herself growing closer with the party, especially the wheelers... especially Nancy. -------------- This is a Robin pov conformity gate fic Heavy ronance subplot, byler present.

The world is a stage, and Nessa is the only one who can see the seams. ​To everyone in Oakhaven, it's just another Tuesday. But for Nessa, the morning light feels like a thin veil ready to tear, and the walls of Lakewood High feel more like a movie set than a building. For a year, a rhythmic, growling "Thunder" has haunted her dreams-a sound that feels less like a nightmare and more like a warning. ​While her best friend dismisses her fears and the boy she secretly loves offers a "brotherly" shoulder to lean on, Nessa is left alone with a terrifying realization: the world is cracking open, and she's the only one who can discover the truth.

Connie Springer is a mess. He hates college, hates making decisions, and hates how much easier it is to hide in his dorm than face the world. Sasha Braus is the one person who makes everything feel survivable-his best friend, his comfort, and the girl he's absolutely not supposed to fall for. One fake relationship, a very real kiss, and a lifetime of emotional fences later, Connie is forced to confront the thing he's been avoiding the most: wanting something enough to choose it. Slow burn. Fake dating. Emotional idiots in love. I'm a newer writer so don't hate too bad

At All Saints High, the girls are done. Juliet has survived school by keeping her head down. Bethany has survived by being adored. Amber is done surviving. When a "boy-free" movement spreads through their school, it moves fast - unquestioned, unthinking, unstoppable. With the Christmas disco days away, tensions rise, lines are drawn, and no one notices what's been slipped into the punch. By the time the music starts, the boys won't be the same. And the girls wonder just what they'll do to survive An entry for the 2026 ONC using my interpretation of the prompt: 59. You're at your school reunion when there is a zombie apocalypse.

Twelve years after losing his wife and daughter, a man known as Lucas Merrick hunts the people he believes destroyed his family. Guided by a voice he trusts more than his own memory, Lucas follows a list of names-each one tied to blood, guilt, and unfinished business. The killings feel justified. Necessary. Almost merciful. But grief distorts time. Memory lies. And some voices don't belong to anyone else. As the truth fractures, Lucas discovers that the past he's been running from isn't chasing him anymore-it's already inside him. The man he thought he was may never have existed at all. This isn't a revenge story. It's the echo of one. And once the truth speaks, it doesn't stop.

They say there are many victims. They say I destroyed lives. But that wasn't me. That was the monster in my head- the one who knows exactly what people want, and exactly how to take it away. I just listened. For ONC 2026 Novella Contest

The Raggedy Man Raggedy isn't a race. It's a behavior. Across four books, The Raggedy Man series explores the same destructive pattern wearing different faces. These men come from different cultures and walks of life, but the behavior remains the same: entitlement disguised as charm, manipulation disguised as vulnerability. This series is about attraction without accountability, chemistry without character, and women learning-sometimes painfully-that patterns don't change just because the face does. Not all men are raggedy. But raggedy men exist everywhere. Once you see the pattern, you can't unsee it.

Nothing is supposed to be empty. But when a girl begins to notice the cracks in her world, she realizes that nothing is everywhere. Hallways stretch too long. Voices repeat themselves. Time skips, stalls, and breaks. Faces stare a second too long, like they're waiting for her to disappear. What starts as a single moment of terror becomes a quiet unraveling of reality itself-classrooms fade, people glitch, and the universe seems to be slowly collapsing inward. As her sense of self begins to dissolve, so does the world around her. She drifts between what is real and what only pretends to be, caught in a space where memories feel borrowed and existence feels unfinished. The boundaries between her mind and the universe blur, until it's impossible to tell whether reality is ending... or if she is. We Are Nothing is a haunting, surreal story about identity, isolation, and the terrifying beauty of disappearing. Told through fragments of a life that may never have existed, it explores psychosis as a cosmic event-where losing yourself feels like watching the universe fall apart, one quiet moment at a time. Because if everything came from nothing- Then maybe nothing is all that's left.

Day 87. Hour 14. 27 hours short. Tallow, light, and wicks. Those are all the Chandler has to survive in a world shrouded in darkness by the Black Sun. He must survive to day 90, but will things truly follow his never-ending calculations? In hopes of finding the last bit of light to stay alive, he encounters the Absences, horrors he kept away off for so long. And see the past he always hid away. A psychological horror novella about the the limits of survival, and the conviction of a lone accountant.

What is a good name to call someone who has a pointy hat, wears dark outfits, owns a flying broom, does hexes and spells and is super powerful?! Well isn't that kinda rude, but it's true. My name is Ruby Mysticflame and I'm a 16 year old teenage girl, but not just any average teenage girl. I'm a witch, but a good witch...I think...?! And also I'm supposedly the Bearer of all magic, the saviour of this world and the bridge between good and evil!?!? What a story! And in this story you'll be seeing a lot of witches, wizards, immortals, mortals, angels, goddesses, warlocks, sorcerers, sorceresses, mystical creatures etc. Join me on my adventure in the Fantastic World of Witches and witness the curses, drama and all the friends we make along the way! (Authors Note: Hiiiii guys glad you are checking out this story, which is my own original story by the way, I just wanted to say that none of the images used here are mine. They belong to other amazingly talented people...or AIs?! 🤔WHO KNOWS HEHEHEHAHAHA)

This is not a love letter. It's a confession written in fragments, addressed to someone who may never read it. Through memories of unfinished love, fractured friendships, family distance, and art created as survival, a young man dissects his own contradictions with brutal honesty. He writes about the people who left, the ones who stayed too hurt, and the ones who unknowingly shaped him into who he is becoming. There are no heroes here. No clean redemption arcs. Only jealousy, tenderness, humor, regret, and the quiet fear of turning into someone he promised he'd never be. This story isn't about winning her back. But to accept the empty hole.

She sees the future. Something sees her. Stella Anders has lived her whole life knowing what might happen next. Cursed with visions of the ten most likely futures, she's learned to survive by staying one step ahead-changing names, changing homes, never staying long enough for fate to catch up. Most of the time, only one future comes true. The problem is the other nine never stop screaming. When a grinning yellow presence begins forcing visions into her mind, Stella's fragile sense of control starts to crack. Every warning feels urgent. Every place feels unsafe. And no one believes her. Not even Judas Temples-her sarcastic, spell-slinging boyfriend who thinks her fears are paranoia, not prophecy. As strange forces close in and suited men begin asking questions, Stella is forced to run once again, dragging Judas with her into a reality where the future is never certain-and ignoring the warnings might be just as dangerous as believing them. Because something bad is coming. And this time, Stella might not be able to outrun it.

Title: Small People Description: Kayne Ray has spent his life being overshadowed-by his towering Vareshian lineage, by his powerful older brother, and most of all, by the cruel legacy of his father, a man feared for his hatred of humans. Unlike his family, Kayne wants nothing to do with the supremacy that shaped his childhood, but breaking free from his past has left him isolated, awkward, and adrift in a city built for giants like him. Everything changes the day he accidentally injures a human woman in a dark alley. Small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, Val is delicate, wary, and utterly alone. Wracked with guilt, Kayne takes her into his apartment to recover, intending to send her on her way. But days pass, and neither of them seem eager for her to leave. As Kayne struggles with the suffocating weight of his father's estate, a brother who demands more than he can give, and a world that will never fully accept his rejection of Vareshian dominance, Val becomes an unlikely anchor in his chaotic life. But the longer she stays, the more tangled his emotions become. His protectiveness warps into something deeper, something dangerous-a hunger he knows he has no right to indulge. Torn between his desires and his duty, Kayne must walk a thin line between the man he wants to be and the instincts clawing at his restraint. Because Val trusts him. And breaking that trust might shatter more than just the fragile sanctuary they've built-it might ruin them both. A slow-burn fantasy romance about power, restraint, and the forbidden pull of two beings from vastly different worlds, is a story of longing, control, and the delicate balance between fear and desire.

A three-hour delay. A chance encounter. A life Elena never allowed herself to live. When a surgeon who measures life in seconds is forced to wait, the present moment becomes impossible to ignore. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * A quiet psychological thriller about love, grief, and the thin line between memory and reality. Updates every Monday!!

Zero Point: The foundational 'nothing' from which all 'somethings' could be defined, subtracted, or rewritten. _________________________________________ ❝ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒔𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 ❞ 𝐓he path is clear for Skia―become a Magic Knight, gain prestige, shield her family from the political attacks drawn by their rise. Duty defines the "prodigy" of House Velos, a hollow title. 𝐁ut a captain's offer places a substantial target on her back. Before she can put on the robe, she is forced into the intricate web of politics, a series of assassinations and sabotages. Here, calculation cannot compensate for her social ineptitude. 𝐀 sword's purpose is given by the hand that holds it. As she fights for her house's survival, she must ask herself: "what do 𝐼 truly want beyond duty and utility?" ﹙𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨 ︰ on-going﹚ 「 © 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟻 | 𝚞𝚋𝟷𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝟶𝚞𝚜 」

Following the previous story from The Blizzard of Liberation, the story centres around the aftermath of the kidnapping incident. Matias urged Valen to help him untangle what the Amarillos' notorious neighbour is up to as part of her responsibility for what she wanted back there: to save the girls from the very same person. However, the big task requires more than her abilities as things began to unfold in a sinister way. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Pokémon appearing in the story nor the items (Pokeball, Potions, gym badges) as they belong to Gamefreak and Nintendo. However, the characters are mine and designed by myself. This story is a piss-take on the "overly kind protagonist" and "teenage hero" troupe. It's about the consequences and efforts that it takes to make a difference in a messy space. If it makes you sick, please stop reading immediately. It was ridiculously fun to write, but in all seriousness, if this sickens you, I'd strongly advise you against reading the next part.