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.

A scrambled word soup that my phone's auto-recommended texts that is messy but kind of interesting. I did not write these.

Adrian James was an every average teenage boy who goes to an everyday normal school but people didn't realize that he was just not quite... 'fit-able' to be in a daily high school life drama or even even just in everything in general. He then meet up with a guy named, Casper Fitzgerald that maybe the one who may influence Andrew to change his ways of being an 'anti-social' person or either way he might have fun besides being a workaholic geek. Later on, they headed to Starbucks which was initiated by Casper and this made Adrian trust him more but was then destroyed when Cass betrayed him and this made Adrian a laughing stock in school. One night, he received a message from Optimist which was later on known as Chelsea Ricards. A fashionable girl meet a total mis-fit of society who wants to help him, make a better person of himself. Would this Chelsea be another devious person who would turn their back on their friends? Or would she make a better person out of him with the help of 'Avant Garde' Avant Garde is a group who assists people from; bullying, anger issues and helps people enjoy life at school.

surreal oneshots that progress in order of the fanchant: • "kim namjoon, kim seokjin, min yoongi, jung hoseok, park jimin, kim taehyung, jeon jungkook, BTS!" -usually abstract and open to differing interpretations -avant garde, allegories, philosophical fiction, and really dumb aus -i love suggestions -mostly platonic ships or plot based stories but shipping does occur occasionally (honestly just a bunch of edgy cringe) july.2018

"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.

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.

After the Anti-Discrimination Act on Physical Appearance came into force, all media featuring attractive protagonists-whether in anime, drama, or idol culture-were reclassified as "Hentai works," a form of prohibited adult content. For the generation that had grown up before the ban, these Hentai works became an object of nostalgia and obsession. But producing real Hentai idols was now a criminal act, leaving the entertainment industry dependent on AI-generated virtual idols to meet what remained of public demand. Then, whispers began to spread-rumors of an underground network where people could meet and interact with real idols, hidden behind the façade of legality. 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#hentai) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

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A dissolute boat captain awakens on a riverbank and is drawn to investigate a plume of smoke billowing up from a valley wall accessibly only by a hidden stone staircase. Embellished by illustrations and containing an embedded poem, "Return of the Flamekeeper" is a short story that stretches grammatical conventions while traversing the denouement of a man in conflict with life.

I'm Alina Corwild, a rogue wolf. I have no family, friends, nor pack. I am also lawless! I live my life the way I want it. But, I guess, fate has other plans for me. I came to meet Dylan McGragen, and our encounter turned my life upside down.

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Mister Galant does his job as well as anyone one else His was was taken by fire He does not know why He doesn't know what to do

Magnus Whitlock describes his life on a plane of existence known as The Nexus, serving as his own pocket dimension where he can control almost everything except the nebulous concept of human sentience and emotions. With a device that lets him communicate with others in a network of people in the same type of existence, he learns of how this reality was formed and devises various plans on how to reshape it to recreate everloving bliss for everyone instead of the suffering that plagues it.

#Random #Philosophical #Funny #Trippy #CompilationOfShortStories

The void calls.

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

"Did I ever tell you the one about the man who read his own obituary?" Sometimes you'll find yourself living in a shotgun shack, and wonder "how did I get here?" Well I don't consider myself an authority on metaphysical contemplation and neither should you. "Well the universe is shaped exactly like the earth, you go in a straight line long enough and you'll end up exactly where you were." Don't take my word for it, just see what your own mind can conjure when uninhibited.

the reason im alive