Abstract Stories

You uknownly put on a headset that traps you in the digital world. Will you ever make it out? The storyline starts before Pomni !! Can be found on Quotev and AO3 !!

❝ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄. ❞ ┈┄─── 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𓂃 𝔅allerina ℜeader . . ❪ 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒖𝒑𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔 ❫        𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚, in which Jax        turns distance into armor and [Name]        mistakes silence for safety. Yet when        the past surfaces, so do the feelings        they denied: fragile, dangerous and far        too real to run from forever.           ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᵉᵈ :: ᶠⁱⁿⁱˢʰᵉᵈ ▌│█║▌║▌║▌│█║▌ ³¹ ⁰⁷ ²⁰²⁵ ⁰⁰ ⁰⁰ ⁰⁰⁰⁰ © -𝐵𝐿𝑈𝐸𝑀𝑂𝑂𝑁

No theme. No rules. Just words born from passing thoughts and sudden inspiration. A collection of quiet moments, hidden feelings, and fragments of imagination. Written whenever the silence had something to say.

Mercy is easier when the world isn't starving. if survival demands cruelty everytime, then what actually survives? The world did not end with fire. It ended with petals that can pierce flesh. Power does not corrupt the heart, it merely removes the the curtains hiding it Even the purest flower drinks from graves beneath its soil. Do everything can be a miracle gifted by the nature? Or merely a curse? Hope is a candle that survives by teaching itself how to burn slowly. Let us ponder in a world where a garden does not ask permission before it devours the ruin beneath it. ----------------------------------------------------------------- [ IMPORTANT NOTICE: "Some" parts of this story is written in a poetic and philosophical style. Some dialogues, symbols, and meanings may not be immediately understood, as they are to be felt as much as they are read. The world within these pages speaks in silence, metaphors(some), and emotion. Interpretations may differ from person to person - and that is part of the story itself. Read slowly. The garden does not bloom for hurried eyes] ---------------------------------------------------------------- [Warning: This story contains violence, grief, and moments of human cruelty. Not all wounds in this world are made by monsters.] ----------------------------------------------------------------- Author's Note: This story was born from silence, ruin, and the strange beauty of survival. Thank you for stepping into the garden. -----------------------------------------------------------------

Time shatters and history as we know it is no more. Extinct species walk along modern armies, technological progress averages out over several periods and lands shift and reform when least expected. In the midst of anachronistic chaos, a mysterious woman with a questionable past known only as SJ roams the Every-When on her dinosaur best friend Imogen. Together they rummage through temporal debris in a fight for survival against a myriad of obstacles and opponents. No one is safe when the clock doesn't tick in the same direction anymore.

[REPUBLISHED] ࿊ · ───•⋅⊰ ✷ ⊱⋅•─── · ࿊ 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥 𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕢𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕗𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕕𝕠𝕝 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕. ࿊ · ───•⋅⊰ ✷ ⊱⋅•─── · ࿊ (21 / 5 / 2026: #1 in psychic)

❝ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 ❞ [fragments of poems i'll never publish] [❛visionary❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2022]

THE BLACK HEART: Anatomy of Evil "Each Moon is a breath of evil, each Table a root that grows in the dark, each Cross a nail in the sky." Evil is not a historical accident: it is a breathing organism. Throughout the centuries, the wolf Gork hunts the primordial essence of Vorgash-a fire that devours the souls of tyrants and sheds its skin as eras pass. From the flames of Nero to the divine calculation of Napoleon, through seven Moons of blood, darkness evolves, learns, and refines itself. But at the end of the seventh Moon, the hunt changes. Evil no longer dwells in a single man: it has become a nation. The Dark Sphere is born-the collective mind of the Reich. Amidst the mud of the trenches and the cold rhythm of a war that moves with the precision of a train schedule, soldiers like Lothar, Ernst, and Hermann become cogs in a brutal order that admits no variations. There is no more room for initiative, only for simultaneous execution. Only for the void. The Black Heart is more than a historical novel. It is a mathematical and metaphysical journey through 7 Moons, 10 Tables, and 7 Crosses. It is the account of when humanity ceased to be flesh and became dust under the weight of a perfect structure. Are you ready to discover what beats within the Black Heart of History?

#tadc #ttg #teentitansgo #teentitans #theamazingdigitalcircus #zooble #robin #kinger #pomni #starfire #beastboy #caine #cyborg #raven #gangle #jax #ragatha

Thought dump. Beauty is truth Beauty is pain Beauty, once lost, is hard to regain A beautiful life will rise and fall but to love without fear is the greatest beauty of all.

Poetry written about my life experiences. And Poetry written about worlds far away. Life is full of WONDER. And (&) Stories are full of MISCHIEF.

❝ 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵: 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘦 ❞ [things i need to remember] [❛your name here❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2023]

She was just a normal girl at a camp, but one late night out, a mysterious guy and his friends changes her life forever.

« putting a frame of words around souvenirs, that i have carefully collected and painstakingly held on to, of people and moments that are long gone. » __ this book is a collection of poems, free verses, single liners, thoughts and musings. __ i hope you enjoy reading.

e · piph · a · ny | noun | definition; a moment of sudden revelation or insight. "Without the quest, there can be no epiphany." [Updated upon revelation] {Cover by @fangirlingxevrything © 2016}

one of her schools acquaintances comes up with an idea one day while watching her favorite shows at school, being unsocial and already halfway through her second year of Highschool she realizes she needs some 'romance' in her life and devises a plan to at least get some friends . disclaimer : I don't own Naruto in any way. I barely own the story line .

A non-chronological compilation of short stories and poems following the allegorical Enosh as they traverse a surreal world populated only by copies of themself. The story follows two Enoshes: one who spends their life searching for paradise, and one who spends their life chasing their dream.

════════ ❃ ════════ This is the story of how a liquefied star-born, a human man, and a Darchitect helped create a New Universe. ════════ ❃ ════════

What does "panic room" mean to you?

This collection consists of the poems I wrote between 3/7/19-4/8/19. New ones are added onto this story, sometimes