Ambiguity قصص

She's trying to keep Seven alive. Problem is... Seven finds that a torture. Unit No.07 has decided she'd rather sacrifice the rest of her life, and break regulations, for a single day on her own terms. Unit No.05 deleted the evidence - without being asked, which marks her as an accomplice. Seven already paid with her life. But Five just added hers to the tab.

As humans, we have a tendency to leave things up to fate...if we don't get something, we deem it as something that was never meant for us in the first place. But what if it was meant for us, but we just weren't brave enough to decide and claim it?

Sebastian Sallow POV One Shot He doesn't belong here. Not in the crowd. Not in the moment. And definitely not in what's about to happen. But no matter how much Sebastian tries to look away- he can't. Because deep down, he already knows: this is going to hurt.

Y/N was an exorcist-a weapon of divine wrath, trained to slaughter demons and return to the clouds. She'd never lost a fight. Never questioned her purpose. Never imagined she could be taken. Then Vox happened. The Overlord of technology, obsession, and control didn't want her dead. He wanted her his. A cage of angelic steel. A collar that punished disobedience. Hands that knew exactly where to touch to make her forget she was a prisoner. Weeks turned into months. Hatred turned into something messier. And when the next Extermination arrives-when a real chance at freedom finally appears-Y/N has to make a choice. The sky is waiting. But so is he. A dark romance exploring captivity, dependency, and the fine line between enemy and something else entirely. Status: Complete Warnings: Dark themes, captivity, psychological manipulation, stockholm syndrome dynamics, explicit sexual content, BDSM elements, humiliation, violence, mature language.

What if truth was never singular? What if reality was not a line, but a fracture splitting endlessly into dimensions where the same idea becomes many, and many ideas become one? This isn't a book of answers, It's a trace of thought that refused to stay still after the question ended. Something that began as an exercise on paper, but didn't agree to remain contained inside it. Here, logic isn't a tool, it's a mirror that breaks when it reflects too much. The mind isn't one space, but a collision of invisible layers, where contradiction's not error, but structure. Truth doesn't stand, It shifts, reality doesn't hold, It multiplies. And the human being isn't a center, but a passage between dimensions of perception, memory, and thought that never fully align. These are fragments of something that couldn't remain a fragment. Paradoxical truths, written from the edge of a system that never finishes itself. And perhaps... from a place where finishing was never the point.

The story of Alex and Taylor, best friends according to Alex, and, in Taylor's opinion, barely acquaintances. Edit: Alex and Taylor were originally written as male, but since I didn't use any pronouns, you can envision them as you'd like.

The sight of him hit Dipper harder than it should have. Robbie stood in the center of the containment unit, his once normal eyes staring back at him back, yellow, dull, and lifeless.

A collection of short stories. CONTENT WARNING: Sucide, death, blood, violence P. S. This has no smut, nor is it spicy. Sorry guys 😔

Some regrets do not fade. They return, again and again, asking the same question in different ways.

Aku jatuh cinta pada si gadis jamur. Julukan itu didapat dari hobinya di setiap musim panas. Gambar oleh Nanasoon. Komisi oleh Y.

Kyrie is a male 10th Grader. Or is he? On a random Friday night, Kyrie suddenly turns into a woman! From now on, Kyrie will face difficulties in his life brought upon by an overnight genderbend! Will he keep his relationships with his friends intact? Who knows... This was written as a diversification program by me. I usually write war stories, and stories covered in violence. This one however, is not. This concept is 100% new to me. I don't even like romance stories. Ah, well. I need to do this if I want to understand human emotion more. Note: Chapters 1-4 are unpolished as of now. If you're reading this, then I haven't fixed them up yet. Chapter 4 is one of the more "polished" stuff I've made. I still don't consider it as "up there" with the other chapters though.

Kyle meets Death on a regular Monday morning. He vows to do what it takes to protect his friends, no matter how heavy the cost. Or Kyle gives everything he knows to save his friends, despite his needs. Because it doesn't matter what Kyle thinks, as long as they are safe. A South Park one shot about Death, and what really is the cost of a life.

A dysfunctional friend group searches for answers, truth, and meaning.

My biography. As I'd want it written

~ My dear friend might cast you in bliss. ~ ~ But, my black butterfly, I said it to you, and I will say it once that our proverbs do not go to bliss at all Humans call them black-winged monsters But maybe monsters are humans .... English version

(ART IS NOT MINE. FOUND FROM ZEROCHAN. AND IT'S REALLY HARD TO TRACK DOWN THE ARTISTS FROM THERE, IF YOU KNOW THE ARTIST, PLEASE LET ME KNOW AND I'LL CREDIT THEM) (Y/N) is a noble woman who lives her life with her head in the clouds and her nose in her sketch book. In an arranged marriage with a noble man, when they head to a party things take a strange turn of events, drama and romance ensue. (also published on Wattpad under : Jazzdemo, Quotev under : bkupAimz, and ArchiveOfOurOwn under: BokuAkaIsLife

Interpret it your way.

No one believes that they're a villain. The problem with storytelling is that every narrator is imherently biased. Everyone sees themselves as the hero in any given situation. So how then, can we know what's really going on? The answer: to read both sides of the story. Join Charcoal and Ember as they embark on journeys through fantasy, science fiction and philosophy to remind the world that no one sees the world the same way you do. Individual Story Genres: Superhero, Sci-Fi, Action, Thriller Requests taken through PM of characters, locations and/or phillisophical debates.