Orion and Nicolette live in a world where all children share a birthday and people are lynched for stealing pennies. Both brought up in the same city, but live completely different lives. Orion is a street artist with a flare for rebellion. Nicolette is an Upper-East-Sider with a disregard for authority. Both rebel for different reasons; both could die for different reasons. The only question is how far they're willing to go to bring down Labor Day. It could cost more than just their lives. It could cost them their city.

11x featured wattpad story. Before everything, it's assumed there was nothing, but what if there was no real difference between the two? Just two extreme philosophies from the first conflict. The planet Huom has been under observation for longer than should technically be possible. The primary watcher, a bitter black hole, is excited to see that there is finally a proverbial Darkness at the end of the tunnel. Meanwhile, on the planet, in the freezing mountains of Empris, Lyeasrakardsul, the oldest living sorcerer, suffers from devastating nightmares. At the same time, far away in the sandstone desert of Zenon, Herschel, a man filled to the brim with weird ideas is escaping a prison filled with strange old men. What does all this have to do with arsehole Gods, hairy Dwarfs, frustrated Afreets, curious Knomes, lizard-women, and nude Áettar? Perhaps Nothing, perhaps Everything... but why can't it be both?

Pardon if it is sometimes in français. ~~~~~Cover by @chocolover13~~~~~

I know I am real. I can't feel, breath and I don't feel hunger. But I am real, first of all, because she believes I exist. Her belief is all I need. Well, I don't have any other demands. I am her Tulpa.

5SOS Rants and Fanbook... Lyrics Included...

Darkness envelopes me. My breathing is short and harsh. I feel my heart thumping in my chest. My arms are wrapped around my knees. I feel moisture fall on my cheeks. A soft cloth brushes against my shoulders. Leather punctures my spine. I peer through a crack. I hear screams. The sound of glass shattering. Soft whimpers escape, giving me away. I hear footsteps pound the floor, walking towards me. I try to slow down breaths but the thunderous waves clash with the rhythm of my heartbeat. Producing a colossal sound of panic and grief. Time seems to slow as another tear escape my eyes. Objects play shadows across my mind. I hear a thump and my heart stops unintelligible screams pierce the house like a knife. One bang. Than another. Earthquakes drop with every shot. My dog barks and then it screeches. A shot silences my dog and I know she's gone. I see nothing but the lights cutting the darkness. I shift my weight and the floor creaks. I feel my lips quiver and my eyes burn.

I thought I had been through Hell and back when I was alive, little did I know that in the future I could actually wind up there. Right now I'm stuck in the Between, a place between life and death and I have a choice, to live or to die. To live would mean living a life without Her but to die means to know that I left without saying goodbye.