Истории Dissonance

Endless whispers cross the void like the silent echoes of flames from the throats of copper corpses.

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.

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.

Dissonance He's a rebel rockstar. She's a quiet and disciplined ballerina. Two worlds that should never meet - until fate collides them. Can chaos and grace find harmony, or will their dissonance tear them apart?

guilt core shit I wrote a while back that vent lore

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!

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 on Love & Harmony..and Hatred & Dissonance.

"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?

A short monograph on the word.

When right and wrong blur, the mind splits. This poem explores conflicting choices, societal pressure, and the noise created when every option feels both correct and cruel.

Since I expect to write a lot of short fics for Danganronpa Dissonance, I just decided to make a story on Wattpad. Also, make sure to check out the owners of the OCs featured here! Shijime Yoki- @M1ndM4n on Tik Tok Genki Ryumine- @Icyflame.cosplay on Tik Tok August Sinclair- @of.eden on Tik Tok Popee Hiku- @Popeeface on Tik Tok Yutani Mon-@Existential.cos on Tik Tok Hitori Bando- @Pandaspark on Tik Tok Levan Eaton- @Gwiffinuwu on Tik Tok Hara Ugoku- @cosplay.kandy on Tik Tok Kai Yamamoto- @keysofhope.cos on Tik Tok Aki Yoshida- @Kamukuwu on Tik Tok Marinette Harkua-@Lukigasai on Tik Tok Hana Yasahi- @Cospeach on Tik Tok Tamuhei Hashibara- @Munchingderp on Tik Tok Emiko Saito- @Pooronyx on Tik Tok Tib Byrant- @freckrattle on Tik Tok Aiko Hashimoto- @Ishimarustan on Tik Tok Tadaki Yuasa- @Checkered.clown on Tik Tok Yori Misanabi- @sodapop.cos With all of that said, none of the characters here belong to me! Also, you should definitely read @Ameliaraibow16 's fanfiction about the story! Their fanfiction is amazing! https://my.w.tt/9Je0C7NjRY

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

[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."

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.

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.

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

A poem about cognitive dissonance

Five seconds later, so much for morals.