human experience, a natural law not explored by the sciences, but rather by psychoanalysis. The natural law of mine states that every feeling is universal, despite human complexities that come with our original life experiences. SEPTEMBER 19TH.

"Before we lose our minds, let's talk a little - try to understand our loss in sanity before we go barreling out the door like freaks. Or maybe we could jot some little scribbles, and make our nonsense into song."

In a utopia run by children ruled by the immortal King Thorn (the only known adult), there's something nightmarish existing beyond the innocent facade. And when hated reject kids do the unthinkable to salvage their fabricated lives, they mistakably discover a hint of this grim reality, uncovering what happens to a child once they turn 18 - and it's not instant death as the proposed "age cap" rule goes. And as this discovery urges a secret revolution to become all the more merciless in the fight to save everyone, a strange prophet child with enigmatic powers steps from the nightmare frontier and introduces the only hope to stop King Thorn and end the Second Dark Age that threw the outside world in a state of sunless ruin and demonic possession. But before the survivors could go beyond the Kingdom walls to save the world, they must fight through this false paradise filled with demons, super powered government agents, and flying pigs, saving the child citizens trapped from within." Contains: -Themes of redemption, courage, self discovery and forgiveness -steampunk, scifi, supernatural thriller -hints at a larger world that's much more bizarre Similar to: Arcane Promised Neverland Stranger Things Dandadan *Despite any first impressions, this is a Christian story including clear references to Christ and biblical teachings* *Story is lightly illustrated*

Here, you'll find little windows which lead to vastly different worlds across the endless multiverse (or by some distant and not-so-distant civilizations - Everything That Can Be). From living toys surviving in a world wrought with beasts and possessed automatons, wandering travelers discovering the wonders of the cosmos, to wayward freedom fighters in a fantastical setting, and more. When reading these little blips, I suggest not viewing them with the thought of these characters' stories coming to an abrupt and permanent end after a few pages. Rather, see them as ever-continuous tales that run on beyond our perception, as do our stories in the sight of strangers. These are, after all, just folks living in lands real to them, but unreal to us.

A seemingly talentless fighter surviving with a rugged bandit clan who terrorized the border between the badlands and Numen had a history of seeing visions - Rivers of Gold floating in the sky, leading to none other than the Lands Between. Soma thought herself to be delusional. One can only be Tarnished if they once walked with Godfrey under the Golden Order, only to be discarded. She had no such past, never having laid eyes on the land of demigods. But if there's a chance to make up for all those wasted years of banditry and do right by the world to honor her father's memory, she has no better option than to take that chance... even if she may not be the Tarnished she thinks herself to be.

Humanity has conquered space but has never learned how to be human. The Alpha Centauri Empire has been waging war for decades - an endless and protracted war. A war that takes lives and minds. Oliver Bock, the son of the brilliant engineer Hermann Bock, who was captured at the beginning of the story, is trying to find his place in this world - a world of intrigues and conspiracies, blood and violence, a world of endless war. He meets and breaks up, falls in love and hates - after all, even in the darkest times, a human remains a human, and a Knight even more so. This is the translation of the book I am writing in Russian and intend to publish in the future, so any feedback is greatly appreciated! Its chapters are fairly long, so a sub-chapter containing a character's POV will be published daily at 8:00 a.m. EST, 1:00 p.m. GMT, and 9:00 p.m. AWST!!! The TW list is very long so I will note specific TWs at the beginning of the published fragment. If anyone wants to help translate from English or Russian, dm! With that out of the way, I hope you enjoy this story, many efforts were put into it. The cover uses the "Proxima Centauri B Exoplanet Surface #2" by Science Photo Library

What in the world is going on?

Vidar är sjutton år gammal. Han bor i en nordlig, svensk skog. Varje dag tillbringar han ute i skogen. Oftast jagar han med sin pappa. Han går inte i gymnasiet. Hans föräldrar lät honom inte fortsätta skolan efter grundskolan. Vilket Vidar inte kunde säga emot. Så han bor med sin familj, mitt ute i vad som känns som ingenstans. Han gör sitt bästa för att få dagarna att gå förbi. Ibland spelar han gitarr, går promenader, eller läser böcker. Men han är ensam. Tills en dag, då han stöter på någon ute i skogen. En kille i hans egen ålder, som heter Alvar. Men Alvar är inte en vanlig människa. Han är en hjortling. Han kan ta skepnad som en hjort, om han bara vill det. Vidar och Alvar blir snabbt vänner, och ses varje dag. De ger varandra obrytbara löften, och formar en framtidsplan som inte verkar så svår att komma åt. Dessutom uppfyller planen Vidars drömmar, och lite till. Men det finns risker. Vad skulle ske om Vidars pappa eller mamma fick reda på vem Alvar är? Skulle deras drömmar krossas? Denna historia handlar om skogen, vänskapen och den stora kärleken. Den handlar om magi, både psykiskt och på riktigt.

How many friends would I actually have if I were to delete my Facebook and Twitter account? I wondered. It was the beginning of the twenty-first century and almost everyone had the magic tool that was the size of your palm to connect with anyone in the world who had the same type of magical tool but still I felt as lonely as I ever could. I thought of logging into my 'Cerebralpoet' Twitter account where I write poetry anonymously because I felt that people somehow loved in a selfish way the idea of an anonymous poet and I reckon it's because they felt that the words of an anonymous poet didn't have to represent a face and so they could pour in their own vanity and claim the prize of all the retweets. After all, the most popular poet in America is a man who was dead around eight-hundred years ago and he actually wrote poetry in Persian, not English. They think they love Rumi but they can't even read his poetry in it's purest form, in the original language as the true beauty of his poetry would get lost in translation. They think they love Cerebralpoet. "They think they love my poetry." I muttered under my breath. Man, the world is full of sympathetic phonies but no one knows what it's like to be the sad man. I laughed in my own head at the song I quoted. The song was alright but the guy who covered it and his actual attitude? That's irony right there.

𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑰𝑭... 𝑨𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑺𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑨𝑫 𝑨 𝑫𝑨𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑻𝑬𝑹? The job has always come with risks. Meredith Coulson knows it. After being with SHIELD her whole life, she's got a good idea of what it's like to experience unprecedented loss. She's also been granted her revenge within the lines of a permitted serve of justice. So when her dad, Phil Coulson, is murdered by the Norse god, Loki, she can't understand why Fury wouldn't let her to deliver her own fury at her father's killer. But of course, Meredith never did like having to ask. The only thing standing in between her and a sword in Loki's heart is a few North Carolina back roads, the very organization her loyalty was once pledged to, and a few million light years or so. 𝒋𝒐𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏... 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇? --- SOCIALS ON MY PAGE