They call the last of ones species an endling I call them the loneliest soul left on Earth To whoever reads this: I'm really hoping that you're not some scientist researching the near-extinction of the human race 20 years from now. But here I go anyways I guess. So about a week or so ago, the world ended. I don't know exactly when it started, or how. But I know one thing. Almost everyone I knew is either dead or dying. I found some other kids, and so far we seem to be surviving pretty well. Meet us at the safe point, it's a straight shot North from here. Just make sure to stay out of the city square, its crawling with those things. Good luck

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

After a super-sudden trans awakening and an incident that got her put in prison,Andy,or now 'Agent' joins forces with the queer equivalent of Shakespeare who and a mad scientist and medic who may or may not be actively trying to kill everyone around her for no good reason as they follow the orders of a totally not evil god. What could go wrong! Now discovering the art of portals and universe hopping,Agent greets the constant confusion with a grin and runs into the new world full of adventures and danger while trying to convince herself that she's still a good person. ❗️WARNING❗️ This strange book contains: *Graphic scenes/violence. *Harsh language. *And gay "people".

Norman thought he had gotten lucky, he really did. Months without getting laid and a woman falls right into his bed. It was amazing, up until she started sucking out his soul. The only lucky thing about that night was that she only got half. Now he wakes up every morning, in pain and covered in piss, hunting the demons who stole from him. Armed with magic, he has the tools to beat them, if only he can maintain his humanity and his capacity to feel. But with emotional wounds far deeper than the physical, will he be able to manage it, or will he become a demon himself?