Avantgarde Stories

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.

There is another dimension beyond that which is known to fictional characters. A collection of short stories, poems, snippets, vignettes, and everything else that crosses my mind and has no place in my current publications, or is waiting in the wings to find its forever home. Here is either where ideas are born, or where they go to die. We will be cruising at an altitude of morally dubious. The time is lost. The weather is sarcastic with a high chance of misdirection. Please, sit back, fasten your seatbelts, and enjoy the ride. Just know, there will be turbulence, and there is a shortage of chairs.

***Previously Wattpad Featured Story*** Meet your run-of-the-mill protagonist: Main Character. In this fantasy (spoof) of an epic adventure, Main embarks on a quest to conquer the world, guided only by the words of a drunkard, and a bolt of red lightning. It soon becomes clear that the twelve-foot troll travelling with him is only the start of his increasingly bizarre list of sidekicks. Rising to villainy is harder than it looks, Main realizes; plot twists give him vertigo, and hard work is migraine-inducing. But still, there's a world to conquer, fangirls to run from, and love to fall slave to. What could possibly go wrong? COMPLETED

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.

This book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thinking about so many things, like love, robots, emerald onions, heartbreak, nonsensical stories, break-ups, death, and different poetry styles. And maybe you do too, so do give this book a try. :) Having said all that, enjoy. ;) Oh, and thank you @notafairyprincess for the wonderful 10/10 cover!!

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"Scent of Darkness" is part of a series of related stories that the author has been writing off and on for three years. They are all set in the same unnamed Midwestern village, and nearly all (so far) are in the 1950s. They have reoccurring characters, themes, images, and specific locations -- but each is unique in terms of narrative style and/or structure. "Scent of Darkness" was written in the fall of 2013 and appeared in Black Denim Lit in March 2014.

This is the poem 'The Sublime' from a series of poems called 'Poems by accident'. This was written by accident, what this means is that I thought of the concept of sublime and I just wrote down everything that first came to my mind. Some parts may make sense, nonsense, beautiful, ugly, strange etc.

Free-form avant-garde...kinda like Miles's jazz.

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The title is pretty accurate, hope you will enjoy reading as much as I did writing.

Sometimes, we feel confused about stuff and sometimes, we crap in the toilet. I know that you are confused right now and that's the point, everyone becomes confused every once in a while. This book is made to confuse you with many weird stuff like abstract art, weird stories, and crappy quotes. I hope that you can enjoy this book because I made it weird. Enjoy!

On Earthstar, mammals are divided into two height-sexes: Highen and Lowen. Among humans, the average Highen stands at 175 centimeters, while the average Lowen reaches only 145. No Highen is ever shorter than 170, and no Lowen ever taller than 150. In other words, one's height-sex is instantly visible. From the age when Highens hunted and Lowens raised offspring, this ancient height-based division of roles has survived into the present-woven deeply into the culture and institutions of modern civilization as countless forms of discrimination. 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#kokoro) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

A status blessed upon the heavenly orders can never be defied. Can the strongest blessing withstand the chaos of the most gruesome curse? That you shall uncover in this land of war & disorder.

Come and read along with this amazing adventure following the cutest sandwich in the world, Kawaii Sammich!

Prose (prōz) 1. written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure. Loosely follows the story of the Tall Man, and his way up the corporate ladder. Bob Dylan sits down with the Man From Another Place in a heated debate on the right to die. Tony starts speaking backwards one day.

When spoons start vanishing into thin air, Sam thinks it's just sleep deprivation playing tricks. But as the phenomenon persists, reality itself seems to warp around the bizarre events. Is it magic, madness, or something stranger still? Desperate for answers, Sam's life slips into surreality and obsession as the disappearing spoons threaten to unravel everything Sam thought was real.

We can talk all we want about nothing.