Dissonance Stories

Somehow, a few clever Tiaero were able to hijack a spaceship of a highly advanced species known as Hizals. That ship was then used by those Tiaero to flee the their planet from the Hizals' subjugation of their species, where it flew on autopilot all the way to the nearest habitable planet: Earth. On board that ship was a Tiaero named Ther-Ki, or as most just called her Ki, who was ordered to board the ship for the sake of protecting her special connection to the Essence, along with Fye, who tagged along as her best friend. They now face the consequences of trying to control advanced tech after a catastrophic crash landing on the side of a mountain.

What if Snape had never overheard that prophecy Trelawney told Dumbledore. What if Peter never betrayed the Potters? Muse, a sixteen year old muggle-born, lives in a world were neither of these events have happened. Where Voldemort and the death eaters took over the ministry four years ago. Her home for the last four years has been destroyed and she is on her own. What happens when she encounters unlikely help? When she gets herself caught up in the center of the fight for the Wizarding World.

A short monograph on the word.

Abimael was born with music in his blood - a child prodigy turned legend. But as his symphony climbed, so did a phantom note in his mind: one he could never play, only chase. Losing Rhythm is a poetic descent into genius, madness, and the unbearable silence between perfection and peace. This is not a song. It's an echo with no end.

"Sometimes, to be saved, you must run through the flames. My story began with that fire." ​Fifteen years ago, a single night shattered her world. Her name changed, and so did her soul. Once she was Gunesh-the 'Sun'-but now her world is nothing but shadows. ​Today, she is more than just a government agent; she carries a hidden mutation in her blood-a power that is both a gift and a curse. To the world, she is Milan, a renowned musician in love with art. But behind the music lies a deadly secret. ​In a game of high stakes and betrayal, can she keep her dissonance hidden, or will the monster within consume her?

This is what love isn't, and why we can't seem to walk away.

DISSIDENT GEOMETRY / VOL. II abandons stable realities and enters a world where existence continues functioning despite growing incompatibilities within itself. These stories are not revelations, but fractures: lost days, exhausted buildings, administrative anomalies, impossible weather, unstable memories and subtle distortions contaminating ordinary life. Moving beyond conventional weird fiction, Volume II explores a colder, stranger and more human territory where reality no longer collapses dramatically - it simply begins operating incorrectly while everyone keeps adapting. A drifting architecture of cognitive errors, emotional residue and procedural nightmares.

A Novella Off the coast of California, several towns are under attack. Every evening siren song fills the air--and every evening, someone vanishes. Traditionally the West family have dedicated themselves to keeping lives safe, but only one boy keeps trying--a bitter young man with no friends except the boat he sails in. Then she arrives--a girl, who for whatever reason keeps trying. Now she's a target. And he won't let her get hurt. NOTE: I wrote this in 2011. My writing has improved since then, but I want to share it. I hope you enjoy!

when something seems just a little off, but you can't place it

The man who walks the road of insanity sees, hears, and comprehends things that a sane man would have no hope in understanding. Leave your old self behind as I tell of another plane of existence through short-form poetry. I will do this until the things holding the seams together pull me through entirely.

This poem is a haunting meditation on the erosion of language and cultural memory in the digital age. It opens with the image of words slipping through cracks, suggesting both loss and fragmentation, while screens hum with a sterile, mechanical presence. Vowels, the breath of speech, vanish, and syntax dissolves into slang, marking a shift from structured meaning to ephemeral noise. The scroll becomes a metaphor for endless consumption, where heritage is flattened and meaning buried beneath the feed's relentless churn. It is a lament for linguistic depth and ancestral connection, swallowed by the speed and surface of modern media.

[Prolouge] [Scarlett's POV] I looked around the old, calming house that I called "home". Many other people called this place "home", too. My parents, my sisters, my neighbors...... We've all lived here for quite a while. But here I was, about to leave this place for newer, bigger adventures. I have a long journey ahead of me, after all. TV production doesn't happen without education and training. I can't stay to watch little Arailynn or Lucifer grow up, or to watch Phoenix graduate high school. Arailynn burst through the door separating my family's side of the house and my neighbors'. Lucifer followed close behind her. I smiled brightly, happy to see my four-year-old sister and my six-year-old neighbor. "Hey, you two!" I exclaimed. "Are you coming to me to say goodbye?" Arailynn and Lucifer nodded. Both of the small children hugged me tightly. After they let go, Arailynn dragged me over to the rocking chair in her room. "Woah, kiddos! What's all this for?" I asked. Maybe they wanted me to read them a story? "Tell Lucifer about the Chaotics!" Arailynn begged, sitting on my lap. Lucifer sat down next to Araiylnn."Yes, Scarlett! Please tell me!!" He pleaded. I patted both of their heads. I guess I was half right? This story is not one I can simply read, it must be told instead. "Alright, alright. I will." I responded gently. After Arailynn and Lucifer had stopped cheering, I cleared my throat. "This is a tale that takes place in the summer of 2017, when seven children found themselves fighting for the safety of Nekao City. Now be warned: many of the names will sound familiar to you."

A poem on Love & Harmony..and Hatred & Dissonance.

I'm still working on the title. Basically a story about cognitive dissonance and the struggles. This is what I have so far. Will update. Please feel free to critique my work!!

A poem about cognitive dissonance

Beneath an idealized surface, hidden from the casual observer, lies a mysterious complexity of raw emotion and inner turmoil. What's shown clashes with what's truly felt within, creating conflicts and anticipation as the carefully constructed image is peeled away to reveal the often-unseen reality of the heart. This is a collection of poems for him/ her.