Distortion Stories

"Some doors weren't meant to open. Some powers weren't meant to wake. Some boys weren't meant to be seen." --- In the dying industrial town of Harrington, Pennsylvania, sixteen-year-old Walter Hoffman has spent his life perfecting the art of disappearing. They call him "Dead-Channel"-the kid who doesn't blink, doesn't react, doesn't feel. What they don't know is that Walter's stillness isn't emptiness. It's compression. And something buried deep beneath the earth is about to turn the pressure up. When an abandoned mine coughs up an object that shouldn't exist, Walter's body begins to change. His skin fractures like porcelain. Light bleeds through the cracks. Objects around him destabilize, crumble, rewrite themselves at the molecular level. He is becoming something the world has no name for. And he's not alone. Desmond Cross has everything money can buy. A mansion built on a funeral home. A father who loves what he cannot understand. And a secret that would unmake reality itself-if he ever stopped holding it in. Desmond sees the threads that bind life to death. He knows who's meant to survive and who's already gone. He's spent sixteen years building walls so high no one can climb them. Until Walter looks at him and doesn't ask him to be anything. Now a classified organization called ENVOY is hunting them. Dimensional fractures are tearing open across Harrington. And something ancient is watching from the dark between worlds-something that recognizes what Walter and Desmond are becoming. Something that wants them to finish waking up. Because if they do? They won't just break the rules of physics. They'll break the rules of story itself. --- THE DEVIL'S SPINDLE Every reality has a breaking point. This one has two.

In una Torino ultra-moderna, ordinata da sensori, droni e reti armoniche, Chiara cerca qualcosa di semplice: una stanza da abitare, una strada da percorrere, una pasticceria capace di imparare il suo nome. Per molti è soltanto una ragazza silenziosa, elegante, forse un po' strana. Indossa un berretto consumato, porta con sé una piccola borsa rossa a forma di orsacchiotto e parla poco, come se ogni parola dovesse trovare il punto esatto in cui posarsi. Ma non è soltanto una ragazza. È una Risonante spaziale. Una Tessitrice dello Spazio. Una sopravvissuta alla Città Fratturata. Il suo potere non brucia, non esplode, non illumina il cielo: corregge distanze, piega traiettorie, ricuce o spezza la continuità del reale. E ogni volta che il mondo le chiede di intervenire, qualcosa dentro di lei rischia di ricordare ciò che è accaduto quando ha smesso di trattenersi. A Torino, però, le anomalie cominciano a muoversi sotto la superficie delle cose normali. Campi distonici che evolvono troppo in fretta. Cadaveri trovati nei cortili dimenticati della città. Bestie ai margini delle tempeste. Un anniversario imminente che promette stabilità, mentre qualcosa, nel tessuto del mondo, sta già cedendo. Chiara vorrebbe soltanto restare. Bere un caffè. Comprare un vestito. Rispondere a Lucia. Tornare da Nilo e raccontargli che, per una volta, il giorno è passato senza chiedere troppo. Ma il reale conosce il suo nome. E quando la frattura la chiama, Chiara dovrà scegliere ancora una volta quanto del proprio potere usare... e quanto di sé lasciare intatto. Perché non tutti i mostri distruggono il mondo. Alcuni lo tengono insieme, un taglio alla volta.

[OC insert] Working at the Magnus Institute was never a normal experience; everyone who has ever worked there can tell you that. And Sienna Quinlan was no exception. But yet, she wouldn't ask for anything else in the world. Sadly, the feeling doesn't last long. - 𝗔𝗿𝘁 𝗗𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗕𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗠𝗲 - 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗬/𝗡 𝗼𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘁 - 𝗧𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱 - 𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗙𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 - 𝗠𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗦𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗿𝘀 (𝗕𝗲𝗴𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟳 𝗮𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗽) ➜ 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗱𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱 (𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻'𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗶𝗽𝘁𝘀) - 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗸𝗲𝗲𝗽 𝗶𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 〒▽〒

Each evening, after working in his vineyard, Julien Osternaud climbs the hill of the saffres, ancient rock formations sculpted by time, remnants of a long-gone sea. A geologist by training and a winemaker by passion, he finds solace in these stones-a silence unlike any other. But one autumn evening, something changes. A small scar he thought insignificant heals too quickly. The wind, weaving through the rocks, whispers a word he does not recognize: "Grevendek." A sound both unfamiliar and eerily ancient, carrying the weight of something forgotten. As modern life intrudes-a simple Instagram invitation to lunch in Grenoble-Julien finds himself visualizing a knight and his sword, at the same moment feeling a strange pain on his arm. From the hill of the saffres to the streets of Grenoble, through the church where Philis de La Charce rests, the story shifts between past and present, science and mystery, as Julien faces a phenomenon beyond rational explanation. What does "Grevendek" mean? Why does his body react to this word? A trick of the mind-or a memory older than humanity itself?Jullein

(Written and published 13 June 2014)

The world is surrounded by blue lights. No other color of illumination exists anymore. The lamps are blue, the sun is blue, the stars are all blue. Or actually, is that true? Maybe within the blue lights, another color of light exists. Our protagonist has to find that other light, in his broken world, fractured to events. He lives from moment to moment. From memory to memory. Thought to thought. All while surrounded by the quiet, death-like blue lights.

The Quantum Abyss is a chilling cosmic horror short story centered on Dr. Elias Thorne, a brilliant but obsessed physicist who constructs the Quantum Veil Resonator in his secluded New England basement laboratory. Driven by a thirst for knowledge

Forests, such a serene environment. However, what if forests hid something much more sinister, something which has nefarious intent, something which can only be heard if you listen through the persistent cry of crows. Something which can only be seen if you find a way through the thick, near impenetrable walls of tangled branches. What if that something, was you?

Revert to a primal state. The world was a better place before we could think.

When Azlier stumbles upon an unsettling archive, the line between memory and intrusion begins to blur. Some moments feel achingly real, others impossibly wrong-and in the quiet between frames, a deeper presence seems to be watching. As truths shift and shadows take shape, one question lingers: what happens when you can't trust your own reflection?

An endless cycle, encroaching death, Only one way out.

Imagine this

A work of art that goes nowhere. A sort of silent submission. Perhaps just a loss of sanity; loss of the mind.

He wakes up, he runs, but can he outrun fear?

"Distorted version of her lays motionless, a dark souless somber creeps upon her."

Ethan views life as a loop. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday, and it repeats. Every day, the same old thing. One day, this loop gets disturbed and Ethan discovers something amazing. Maybe life isn't so unremarkable.

He shattered the vault of heaven, not with strength, but with will.The stars forgot his name. The myths lost his shape. But still he walked - not above heaven, but beyond it. ....................... When Fate Gu was destroyed, the heavens did not fall - they fractured. In a world flooded with remnants of Heaven's Will, half-born Venerables, and myths twisting into reality, only one cultivator dares to walk forward. Fang Yuan, reborn from five hundred years of betrayal and war, has already defied fate once. But now, the battle is no longer just against destiny - it is against echoes of himself, against sovereigns reborn in blood and prophecy, and against the very rules that define what is real. Not for power. Not for peace. But for freedom so complete that even heaven cannot name him. Beneath the shattered vault, only one will remains. ............................... This work is a fan-made sequel inspired by the original web novel Reverend Insanity (Gu Daoist Master), written by the brilliant author Gu Zhen Ren. All credit for the foundational characters, world-building, and philosophy belongs to him. This continuation is made with respect and admiration for his masterpiece. .......................... BY: Threadless_Will

An obsessive distortion of reality.

UNDER HEAVY EDITING dis·tor·tion noun 1. the action of distorting or the state of being distorted. 2. the action of giving a misleading account or impression. - Epsilon is imperfect. At a young age, she was diagnosed with a disease that would put her in a mad house if she wasn't careful. But despite that fact, she was a genius. She created a temporary antidote to her disease, though it could never actually go away. Her parents were never actually there for her, much less there at all. They were always traveling because of their job, which left her older brother, Rho, to take care of her. She gained some friends at school, but for every one friend, there would be two enemies. The one thing that would help soothe her pain the most, was the childish anime called Naruto. She couldn't get enough of it. But one day, just like every other typical story, something happened, that changed her life forever. - She walked by her computer when an ad caught her eye. She sat down to look at it closer. It was a small ad, not worth much attention, but there was something about it that was, odd, to say the least. - Next thing she knew, her old world was gone, and a new world opened up in front of her. Will she accept it, or reject it completely? Will she be able to find someone else that can take care of her, just like her brother? Or will she be alone and left in the dust? "The ghosts inside my head have chased the monsters out the door." ~~~ Hello! Feel free to make suggestion for the story progression, or anything else you might have on you mind. Don't hesitate to ask about anything. If there is something wrong, feel free to dm me, but please no flaming. I don't own the cover picture but I did edit it. I also don't own any character except for Epsilon and Rho. Thank you!