Avant-garde Stories

"Jadi, kau sungguh-sungguh ingin memusnahkan 10% dari kemampuan menulismu?" "Iya." "Lakukanlah di sini, di tempat ini. Kau benar-benar ingin merancang saga paling menjijikkan untuk kemusnahanmu? Maka di sinilah, di sinilah, Wattpad, akan kuberikan panggung." Aku dan Atom saling bertikai tentang kehancuran ini. Aku menganggap telah terperangkap dalam luka lama, Laniakea, sedangkan Atom berusaha menjaga itu semua. Tetapi kami berkelahi. Perkelahian melodramatik. Kami tidak ingin semua berakhir sia-sia. "Sudah, tuan-tuan? Mari berak dan jangan sampai senja menyaksikan mencret dan berbagai muntaber sebagai abu." "Ini bukan kehancuran. Ini penyelamatan."

After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

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"you're not even from around here and you're the only one i can really talk to." - in which jeon jungkook, a college fashion designing major, meets an unlikely friend. v-317 was different-in more ways than the world could ever know, but he was the 'avant-garde' jungkook was looking for.

"Attraction" pulls you into the mind of a cynical cameraman, haunted by unspoken desires and a reality that refuses to stay solid. Witness a bizarre journey through shifting landscapes and fragmented perceptions, where love collides with the lens, and the truth is buried just beneath the surface. What happens when the hunt for a story becomes the excavation of a soul? And what if the object of your deepest longing is not what you think?

second poetry book by Tamji

Where am I? What? Huh? Where are we going? How did I get here? This is where? Being woken up in an instant and going with whatever. Even with the most disgusting, vile, confusing, absurd, and unbelievable things you have ever experienced? This is the case. One thing is for sure. It is whatever.

When awareness returns, the person is climbing a staircase. How long have they been climbing, and for what purpose-there is no answer. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#kaidan) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

"If you want to really hurt your parents, and you don't have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I'm not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven's sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something." ― Kurt Vonnegut, A Man Without a Country A collection of random poems I've made, with very little discernable overall theme. Some good, some bad, all mine. Ho-hum

Francesca Scotch is a badass who doesn't give a fuck. She blocked her heart out years ago when her dad abandoned her; she hasn't felt a thing since. Francesca struggles with mental disorders as she tries to find herself. Francesca matures throughout the story as she deals with different struggles and opens up about her past.

We slithered beneath a cathedral of beech-fleshed Nephilim, their synaptic boughs brooding above our thrifted Chevy like spires of Babel- Ether held. Quiescence shackled. Static wraiths of neural tonic and THC jolted through our nerves- jaw locked at the damp root. Breath bound. Once we were spewed from the verdant lattice into the glaring grey open, wheat tides unfurled across the plains- furnace-lit glades breathed. Moirai cut. April's breath, glassy as my marble-floored gaze on gloaming's edge. Your earlobes-gemstone suns set in Sheen's trinkets- swayed as we drifted through liquid swells- The engine stirred in the fume-thick sanctum of tacit confessions and broken plans. We, Janus-mouthed hyenas, chattered everything, everywhere, all at once- trying to claw a life beyond instinct, since our son needed a language not built from blades. Our son, a slumbering barque at anchor, hull pressed to polyester, tilted in his car-seat, dreams drifting afar. Eros' milk calcified into bone. You crept, ivy, through the map of my heat in the dark-geometry without boundary, as though I was shaped for the eve we seep. I was trellis to wisteria twine- the bind that held- palms pressed to wall, eyes spasmed- azure crescents melted into treacle- salt rising from throat. All mothers, piranesi-bricked into themselves, releasing their locks. The changeling's kingdom you cage was never beyond saving- after the keys, after the release, there is a trace in us they cannot name. Day Zero.

Heath thinks.

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Preface This book is meant to be read chronologically. The idea of fragmentation of concepts is exactly what it means with each concept being split to mere sentences. Do not expect a normal story with a plot. The briefness of each chapter is intentional for each chapter is a shard of truth that is meant to be read in a few minutes but is not supposed to be finished quickly. Ideally, each chapter should be read, then given a break to think about the discussion in that chapter then to be continued. Do not look away if you find yourself staring into space. Proceed if you wish to subsist. Part 1 and Part 2 are meant to complement each other. Per example, chapter 6's theme in part 1 is wind, while its equivalent in part 2 is freedom. Contradictions are wholly intentional. Part 1 is the thesis, Part 2 is the antithesis and the whole book is synthesis as per the hegelian three step dialectic structure. The word counts are also parallel to each chapter, and the peak of the part is chapter 14. To add context, all forty chapters are meant to be a set of elements of everything. That was the basis for my idea, keep that in mind. Not all of these elements are present in the chapter titles. This original work is also posted by me on Quotev under the username { Shards-Of-Writing }

Welcome to the gap... I warn you, however, this is a not so working draft, so ALL things are liable to change. Would love your feedback and suggestions.

the reason im alive

After a revealing search for his birth mother, Lee declined to pursue the paternal side of the story. Little did he know how the fate of the planet itself was wrapped up in his own star-crossed origin. Only through the unexpected appearance of an alien, yet attractive, android is he brought into the mind boggling reality of how his father, life on Earth, and galactic tourism all fit together.

New emotions and feelings occur when different people experience different things. Follow a set of characters to see how each one encounters a different situation or new emotion, and how each one reacts.