Got a minute? That's all you need. Bits of Fiction-short stories that slip in fast and linger. This is the second part of My Library of Short Stories, a collection built for quick reads that linger.

They are in a game. And they've just discovered the player's hand. She is the final boss: a demon queen of perfect, manic code. Her world-conquering is a programmed dance of triumph. The world trembles at her feet-a flawless execution of her design. She is the villain no one can stop, yearning for a meaning beyond her script. He is the playable hero: a sun-bright blade of joyous energy. His quest is a cascade of victories and cheering crowds. The world chants his name-a perfect run towards the ending. He is the savior no one fears, desperate for a challenge that is truly real. Then, a glitch in the system. A flaw in the logic. They see it. The UI bleeding at the edges of their vision. The repetitive dialogue of the NPCs. The invisible walls of their destinies. Their war is not their own. Their passions are not their own. The only thing the game did not code for? The raw, unscripted understanding that sparks between them. This collection is the poetry they were never meant to have. The verses spoken in the stolen moments between respawns. It is the elegy for the prison of a saved game, and the hymn for a love that could crash the entire server.

Curiosity killed the cat, they say... A struggling private investigator finds herself spiraling into a world where things that shouldn't exist-do. Voices stalk her like smoke in an empty room. Shadows twist, whisper, and watch. The pocket watch is watching you. Is she losing her mind... or uncovering something the world was never meant to see? Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. Blood on her hands. Sirens wailing. Soldiers shouting. Gunpowder and winter choke the air. The city drowns beneath frozen streets-time frozen too, ticking eyes in brass. Is it madness? Is it truth? Or just poetry? Step into Fobias, a collection of haunting poems that blurs the line between paranoia, poetry, and the unspeakable.

The Island of Shvaki stands at the brink of crisis. Hope dwindles. The Church has entered a state of panic. The government is locked in conflict, paralyzed by indecision. For centuries, Shvaki flourished in peace, ever since the ancient legends told of a great chasm that swallowed their former homeland. But now, the island faces a new threat-not from myth or nature, but from its own people. Overpopulation strains every corner of the land. Farmlands, once sacred and sustaining, are being overtaken by desperate settlers searching for space to build their homes. In the face of mounting chaos, two brave souls-Ducko and Brivo-embark on a perilous voyage in search of new islands, new hope. With little more than a rickety boat and unwavering resolve, they sail into the unknown. But the sea is not silent. Dark whispers ride the waves, voices not of this world. Something stirs beneath the surface-ancient, watchful, and hungry. Will Ducko and Brivo find salvation for their people? Or will the ocean take them alive?

What if the characters in your story were alive-rebelling against your every written word? What if their world was unraveling, their forms fading into oblivion? How far would you go to save them? Arrindor is trapped in an impossible cycle. Spudo, the gun-wielding potato cowboy, refuses to stay on script. Buggy, the pancake-loving alien tech genius, hacks reality itself. Catie, the fiery, clumsy punk poet, won't be silenced. And Nickaton, the steam-powered android addicted to coffee, will stop at nothing to uncover the ultimate truth. But when they all begin to turn against their creator, the line between creator and creation was never meant to break-but now, it has. Enter "The Odd Story," where characters don't just live-they fight back.

Can we ever truly forget our first love? I wonder this as I wander through the forest, where memory and emotion root deep. Welcome to the Garden. Step into a world where words bloom like petals. Seven flowers-each a vessel for love, madness, growth, or darkness-whisper their secrets. Will you walk with me through this poetic landscape, pen and open heart in hand, ready to unearth verses that stir the soul? The path ahead is rich with possibility. I'm stepping forward-come, let's wander through this garden of verse together.

Welcome to My Poetry Stash Forget everything you think a poetry book should be. This is a hidden stash of thoughts, a labyrinth of musings, and a journey through the untamed corners of my mind. Inside, you'll find fragments of life's mysteries, brief flashes of clarity, and questions without answers - all woven into a tapestry of emotion, imagination, and wonder. Will you dare to wander in? This is a place where whimsy dances with introspection, shadows stretch long, and chaos murmurs secrets to the curious. You might stumble upon the echo of a forgotten dream, the flicker of a buried truth, or a mirror reflecting something uncomfortably familiar. Moonlight breaks through thought-darkened skies, leaves crunch beneath your feet, and each turn offers something unexpected. Not all paths lead where you expect - and some truths may ask more of you than you're ready to give. These poems are more than words. They're invitations, riddles, and companions on a winding trail. The terrain is wild, the views dizzying, and the journey - unpredictable. So consider this your invitation. There are no guarantees here. Just questions, reflections, and the thrill of exploring something real. Come prepared. Bring your curiosity, your courage - and maybe a flashlight. Good luck, traveler. You're going to need it. Inside this stash lies more than poetry - it's a map of meaning, mischief, and mystery.

Welcome to the Library of Tales, a realm born from the depths of a twisted mind, where logic pirouettes with madness and chaos reigns supreme. Here, the absurd and extraordinary collide: knives twirl through the air in deadly ballets, lava pits echo with the wails of tormented souls, candylands brim with grotesque creatures spawned from the union of nightmares and dreams, and cosmic entities swap destinies with mortals in an eternal cycle of ascension and fall. Among the infinite corridors lies a father defying the fiercest storm for love, a man returning to the past to face the haunting truth about a long-lost friend, and a rebellion of animals rising against the twisted experiments of a deranged candy empire. This sentient labyrinth of shifting shelves and living tomes is presided over by a Librarian whose essence infuses every creak and shadow. Within these twisting halls, whimsy and horror play an eternal game of hide-and-seek. Darkness offers comfort while light blinds. Comedy and tragedy trade masks with gleeful abandon, and the boundaries of good and evil blur into a haunting nursery rhyme. Beware, traveler-crossing the threshold will not leave you unchanged. The library's secrets dig deeper than any wound, its stories unraveling the fabric of your reality and opening more eyes than you thought you had. So, tell me: will you take the risk? Within these walls, knowledge and peril are bound together. Here is your key and card-a gift and a warning. The Library is watching, waiting. Whatever you expect, it will not be what you find. Good luck, brave soul-your journey begins now.