Истории Fragment

ᰋ ˓ phantom ╱ vague poetry part two would it be love, if it wasn't there, regardless? ㅤwritten by autumn ㅤaugust 2026 - ? bloom together, or wither alone.

A shard is what remains after something breaks. Not a ruin - a fragment. Irregular, autonomous, complete in itself. Each poem in this collection is a shard: born from a passing image, a sound, a silence - caught before it vanished. No architecture. No continuity. Only the moment of fracture, held still. Silver the Hedgehog moves through each one. He does not explain them. He inhabits them.

Amanda's life is full of pain and shadows but when Matt arrives her world lights up, she experiences many events but she goes through them with Matt

Such Things Found In Senior Year Composition Notebook, AND OTHER NOTEBOOKS.

She woke up in a world with no sky, no answers and no way out. The only clue? A mysterious fragment everyone is desperately searching for. But in this place, memories aren't always the truth Sometimes, they're shaped by regret.

A collection of nights I never lived, but still remember. deeply unsettling stories born in the dark-an unfiltered archive of the worlds waiting on the other side of midnight. We are told dreams are just subconscious noise, but what happens when the places you visit feel too real to forget? From glitching digital realms and predatory phantoms to impossible staircases descending into dead dimensions, this is a chronicle of nocturnal journeys. A haunting, surreal exploration of the bizarre, beautiful, and terrifying architecture of the sleeping mind. Some doors only open when your eyes close. A Step into the shifting hallways, the nameless dread, and the uncanny wonders that awaken after midnight.

Moonlite Swan by Zaida Sh. **Note to the Reader** Moonlite Swan is an ongoing collection of three kinds of entries: Love Notes - quiet letters, poems, and emotional notes written from the heart. Dream Files - dreams remembered and rewritten into story. Moon Fragments - waking flashes, brief scenes, and emotional fragments that arrived without warning. This is not a linear novel. It is an archive of longing, memory, and the small things that stayed. Moonlit Swan notes from a heart learning to let go Zaida Sh.

poems or stories of some fragments of life of people written by me.

William Cunningham the fifth and his father play a vital part in the furnishings of the titanic, thus securing them a place onto it in the high class section. Edith Smith escapes from an orphanage and is taken in by a Lord as a parlourmaid, however the Lord is not as nice as he seems. What happens when the two come together under the most unlikely reason and cannot get enough of each other?Will they turn the world over?

Time. Space. Reality. It's more than a linear path. It's a prism of endless possibility. Where a single choice can branch out into infinite realities, creating alternate worlds from the ones you know. so come with me. and ponder the question. What if.

Just fragments

I don't know what my name is but they call me cursed girl because everything is always fragmented around me. I never get anything right and I almost have enough until something or someone saves me but nothing ever stays perfect I finally find out who I really am. I am fragmented.

A collection of my poems and junk... ♥

Almost daily thoughts and rants Mostly thoughts Everything inspires me I just channel the energy Conventional thought Dada Punk Surrealism Written poetry style

sad thoughts and other fragments of my mind. updated when i have the energy.

"When all you need is to scream and shout but they'll never listen...they don't care. Thats right. They will never know." Hi guys, just so you know, this is not a full story but merely short fragments of thoughts and feelings trying to escape myself and I will just let them. I haven't been able to freely express what goes on in my mind and honestly it can get pretty scary sometimes. So I wanted to try something new to let loose and free myself of my own demons and test myself in a different way. They say writing helps clear the mind so, lets make it rain so the sun can shine again. If you wanna stick around you are most welcome, if not its ok too. FF. 🌺

Dream fragment put on paper.

This is just part of a story I'm working on. The two main characters are college graduates taking a year off to travel across Europe who meet and have instant chemistry and decide to travel together.

Told through a series of journal entries, scraps of letters, and fragments of unsent thoughts, Scattered traces the quiet unraveling of a man caught between the life he left behind and the one he can no longer hold together. Somewhere between missed calls, blank resignation letters, and memories of rain, a story emerges-not of grand events, but of small breakages that never quite healed. This is not a confession. It's what you find when someone stops trying to explain themselves.

That smell. Fragrant to her soul like a thousand shattered memories. Weaving through all the fragments of the good times that they had. And the bad. Those too. Pieces falling everywhere as she struggles to contain each feeling as it comes. Perfume can be bottled. But memories not so much. They come at a price. Best to just leave fragments.