Истории Deconstruction

A knight and heir of the supposed Dark Lord. His memories swept away, as he joins a heralded quest. |:| A veteran heroine. Blindly following destiny, yet again, to protect those she loves. |:| A teenage hybrid huntsman. Working with all sides of the war, rewarded, while seeking one's own gain. |:| A right-hand to the same overlord father. Retrieving his brother, the knight, for praise or battling against him. ‎ --------------‎ ‎ ‎ Their presumed fated outcomes hinge on the magical written prophecy. But perhaps, not all writing, especially sacred ones, hinges on truth. -------------- (Published on the websites Royal Road and WebNovel. Thanks for reading!)

In a world built on the foundation of heroism and quirks, as well as pro heroes who pride themselves on goodwill and helping others, not everyone was born to shine or saw them as gods to worship. While the world admires these guardians and relies on them for the threats to society, three street-level hero students are thrust into the limelight. Yuta Katsumi, a tragic vigilante with a will for justice, and scars that go deep through not only his body, but also his soul. Hajime Hitomi, a law student with superhuman senses who came from a fractured family and seeks to repair it and the system. Chinatsu Cho, a blunt, bitter girl with butterfly abilities and a burning desire to make a better life happen. Alongside Izuku Midoriya, the successor to the legendary All Might's legacy, they go from the darkness of the downtown, to doomsdays on the daily. They fight to protect their neighborhoods, but also give meaning to the title of 'hero' in a world that seems to see them as nothing more than celebrities with superpowers.

What if the roles we play are just cages we build ourselves? Dr. Maya Osei is a therapist specializing in BDSM relationships, and she's exhausted. Every day, she sees couples tearing themselves apart trying to fit rigid roles-dominant, submissive, switch-as if the authenticity of their desire depended on their ability to stay in a box. She sees James insisting he's "a dominant by nature" while secretly dreaming of letting go. She sees Veronica forcing herself to be submissive when she sometimes wants to lead. The ideology of role fixity in the kink community is destroying exactly what it was meant to liberate: authentic desire. So Maya begins formulating a radical theory: what if roles were fluid? What if dominant and submissive weren't identities but states, contextual responses to the needs of the moment? What if true synergy in a relationship came from the ability to dance between roles rather than being locked into them? What begins as a therapeutic hypothesis becomes a personal revolution when Maya must apply her own theory to her life-and discover that deconstructing others' roles is easier than deconstructing her own.

This is a deconstruction story, I kinda referenced diamond in the rough but other than that this is just your average SSBU isekai fic with a bunch of other weird shit

In a fantastical world of heroes and gods Morrivac was the only person he knew with no magic. One day (after a bad prank) he died and couldn't be brought back. In the inky abyss of death a voice greeted him and offered to reincarnate him in a new world without magic. (This is a first draft please give your thoughts)

"Um... Hello, I guess? Is this where I'm supposed to explain what's going on? Well, I would love if someone explained things to me for a change, but whatever, I will give it a try. So, my name is Leonard Dunning, pleased to make your acquaintance. According to my ID, I'm a fairly average high-schooler, living alone while my parents are somewhere 'overseas', wherever that may be. I'm tall, pretty fit, living in an impeccably clean house, and I attend a scenic high school full of friends, romance and coming-of-age hi-jinks. Sounds neat on paper, right? Too bad I have absolutely no memory of any of this. One day I simply woke up in this weirdly pristine world with a splitting headache and a nasty case of retrograde amnesia that left me a blank slate unable to recognize even my face in the mirror. Worse yet, apparently this whole place is running on fairly clichéd writing conventions and stereotypes, complete with obvious background characters and dense harem protagonists! So, what would your average guy do in this kind of situation? I have no clue, but as for me, I decided to roll up my sleeves, grab a notepad, observe this weird world and work out what makes it tick. If you are curious about how deep this rabbit hole goes (and trust me, we will need spelunking equipment), you are more than welcome to come along for the ride."

There are only two things in the world Ellie is sure of: all she wants is a quiet life at home with her mother, and the Sanguine Pack is a fierce, infamously barbaric organized group that anyone should know better than to cross. But when Ellie displays a stunning manifestation of healing powers, previously unbeknownst even to herself, she is proclaimed the Pack's Luna. Soon enough, she is whisked away from her mother to an ancient castle teeming with intrigue, cut-throat politicking, and wild whispers of dark magic. In this place, shadows have eyes, ears, and fur and fangs---and they lurk around every corner. As she settles into her new life, Ellie soon finds that she has a lot to learn, from deconstructing her preconceived notions about werewolves to unraveling the silvery web of mystery spinning itself through the Pack. A sheep thrown among wolves, can Ellie survive---even thrive---amid unlikely friends and underhanded foes whilst still remaining true to herself? And can she, perhaps, even find the answer to the sky-deep yen inside her soul that's been calling to her for what feels like forever? ☾ a deconstruction of your average werewolf story ☾ ON HIATUS

Ahavah follows fractured lives colliding with systems that promise peace while hollowing out meaning. It asks what remains of belief when it is regulated, what remains of love when it must be justified, and what remains of the self when every instinct is taught to feel sinful. This is not a story about saving the world. It is a story about surviving the knowledge that it was built wrong. At its heart, Ahavah is about freedom-what we're told it is, what it costs, and whether it can exist at all without loneliness, rebellion, or loss. A cosmic shadow looms in the background, but the true horror lives closer: in compliance, in comfort, in the quiet decision not to ask why. Set in the decaying sprawl of New Pall City, the story follows a cast of fractured people-outcasts, skeptics, believers, addicts, idealists, and the quietly broken-each navigating their own personal wars against systems that claim to protect them while hollowing them out. Courtrooms become confessional chambers. Streets become pulpits. Conversations with strangers reveal more theology than sermons ever did. At its core, Ahavah is not about the end of the world, but about living inside one that has already ended-where faith is weaponized, desire is criminalized, freedom is commodified, and morality is enforced rather than discovered. As the characters confront love, lust, guilt, purpose, and loneliness, they are forced to ask a question more terrifying than any cosmic horror: What does freedom mean when every choice is shaped before you make it? Blending cosmic dread with social critique, Ahavah is a story about people searching for liberation-not just from the State, the Church, or the Market, but from the versions of themselves those forces created. It is a meditation on identity, rebellion, and the thin line between awakening and exile. Once seen, nothing can be unseen. Once questioned, nothing remains simple. And once freedom is pursued, it may never look the way it was promised.

You weren't meant to echo. You were meant to see. This book is a firestarter for the ones who've grown tired of church noise, surface-level spirituality, and recycled sermons passed off as truth. Through sharp chapters like "Sincerity is Not Clarity," "Blind Preachers and Honest Doubters," and "The Road Without a Tribe," this work challenges the comfort of the echo and calls you into the quiet, costly path of clarity. If you've ever felt spiritually awake in a room full of sleepers... if you've ever questioned the rhythm everyone else accepted... if you've ever been called a heretic just for asking honest questions-this is your road map. This isn't rebellion. It's awakening. And once you see, you'll never unsee.

Simply to state my purpose for writing and my intentions on this platform.

A casino heist gone wrong could be brings two star-crossed soul-mates together again after a mysterious falling out. Russian mobsters and a British Spy are only a couple of the things in their way.

"Forget about the sins of the past, carry on towards the light of the future." The end of a war, an exile's arrival, enemies turned allies, young children gaining the powers of the stars, and a prophecy once forgotten resurfaces. A warlord turned exile finds himself on a strange yet familiar planet, not knowing how he got here. But after befriending a human and meeting a familiar minicon, he finds out that a lost prophecy has returned, but it isn't alone. Join him on his journey to discover old powers, new teammates, and finding his lost memories. P. S. Art on the cover is mine.

A boy venture into the deep unknowns of Wisteria forest to Visit his decrepit grandfather who is in need of supplies. Little did he know he would catch the ethereal eyes of a rather elusive wolf...

A poetic healing journey

In the early hours of February 11, 2005, a 911 dispatch was made indicating an incredibly heinous and brutal crime had been committed within the Hoyt residence. Two Mormon missionaries made entrance into the summer home. Finding what can only be described as evil incarnate. The bodies found were later identified as James Hoyt and his long time friend Michael. Both of which had recently left the venue of a friend's wedding reception. The third body was that of James' long term girlfriend Kristen McKay who miraculously survived the ordeal. After police questioning, fourteen year old David Brewer and his thirteen year old brother Jordan were last seen leaving the Florence Police Station at approximately 10:15 pm with their father Bernie. The whereabouts of the Brewer family disappearance have yet to be determined. Until Now.

Guy with Asperger's syndrome is changed by love post-pandemic

A reflective memoir about questioning faith, wrestling with Christianity's hardest doctrines, and finding freedom beyond fear. Through doubt, deconstruction, and discovery, I explore what it really means to seek God - and why a true divinity would never need our suffering to prove love.

What does it mean "to be zealous for the Lord God"? If I don't say anything, I wonder if my identity as a Christian is noticeable. I wonder if I have anything in my life that shows my zeal, in Spirit, for Him. What could they be? Is there anything I can do to make my life, my worship, infectious and desirable? If you had time to write your letter to God, what would you like to say to Him? Do you love Him? Ever wonder what He'd say in return?

Suzanne has fallen in love with her best friend, Catherine. She now has a choice to make between love and friendship...