Fragmented Stories

A fragmented novel about the body, desire, pentecostalism, shame, tenderness, sexuality, exhaustion, faith, and collapse. Part confession, part case file, part residual memory, the novel follows scenes that refuse to disappear: hospitals, prayers, erotic encounters, family violence, humanitarian journeys, masculinity, dissociation, and the strange persistence of the body after emotional rupture. This is not a story searching for purity or redemption. It is an open archive.

these r random scribbles on my diary.. usually an expression of my state of mind.. i tried to structure it like stories..

Poems that I write to clear my mind.

Fragmented is a direct sequel to "The Extraordinary". After the great events that shook Pilgrim, the city now lives in times of peace. Evelline tries to move on with her life and her studies, but everything she witnessed is still very recent in her memory. After a serious accident, she makes a discovery about herself and realizes that her ancestors still have a lot to reveal.

Windcloud Wuji was born without destiny, lineage, or favor. Through relentless discipline and raw will, he rose from obscurity to become the greatest swordsman his world had ever known. At thirty-three, having defeated all challengers, he shattered the limits of mortality and ascended in broad daylight-believing he had reached the end of all paths. He was wrong. Beyond ascension lies no paradise. There is no Immortal Realm, no eternal peace-only a shattered cosmos ruled by ancient powers, endless war, and brutal hierarchy. In this vast, multi-dimensional universe, humanity is not the master of creation but its weakest species, tolerated only because stronger races allow it. Ascension is not a reward, but a recruitment into a system designed to control, exploit, and discard. Stripped of illusion and thrust into the Primordial Era, Wuji learns a devastating truth: the heavens themselves are a cage, built to limit human potential. Given only three years to prove his worth-or be eliminated-he must survive among demons, angels, and cosmic predators whose numbers and power dwarf humanity beyond comprehension. As Wuji begins to challenge the laws governing ascension itself, he discovers that the universe is not governed by fate, but by systems-systems that can be broken. Beyond Ascension is an epic fantasy that begins where most stories end. Blending Eastern cultivation mythology with the scope and structure of Western epic fantasy, it explores power, rebellion, and the cost of freedom in a universe where even gods fear collapse. This is not a story about becoming immortal-it is about what comes after immortality fails.

every little thing I'll manage to write down when i touch my pen... not soft, you'll probably feel it in your chest....

A poem about ghosts.

Pieces of writing that are free-written, and are just fragments of thoughts. Focusing on my sense of image and how others perceive me, as well as many other topics I feel the need to write about, these poems and stories may be rather confusing. I hope you are able to extract meaning from these words, I hope they affect your life in some positive way.

"Personal poem"

A messy compilation of emotional outbursts (ongoing)

My very first Wattpad book! - frag·ment verb past tense: fragmented; past participle: fragmented fraɡˈment/ break or cause to break into fragments. _______________________ Harry is shatter into millions of pieces, he now lives a life full of sorrow. He wants to get better, but for some odd reason he can't seem to do it. All he needs is a little push to get through and over his past. Will Harry learn how to live again? Or maybe even love again?

ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛ [ɴᴏᴜɴ] ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴏғғ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇᴛᴀᴄʜᴇᴅ: sᴄᴀᴛᴛᴇʀᴇᴅ ғʀᴀɢᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴠᴀsᴇ. ᴀɴ ɪsᴏʟᴀᴛᴇᴅ, ᴜɴғɪɴɪsʜᴇᴅ, ᴏʀ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇ ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴀɴ ᴏᴅᴅ ᴘɪᴇᴄᴇ, ʙɪᴛ, ᴏʀ sᴄʀᴀᴘ. - This is an old story I wrote a while back now I feel more positive about things than I did when writing this and making these edits but I thought I'd leave it here

The songs I sing are thoughts and moments// memories that I misplaced- forced back and hidden. I share these in hopes the scars I bare- we may share. Enjoy :)

No name. No memory. Just a door that shouldn't be there. Waking up on a cold concrete floor with no idea who you are is one kind of nightmare. Realizing the room you're in may have been watching you long before you opened your eyes is another. Alone in darkness, a nameless narrator begins to piece together fragments of a life - or a lie - buried beneath clinical corridors, missing files, and reflections that don't always follow. Something is wrong. Something is watching. And something inside may not belong to them anymore. A slow-burn psychological horror that slips between identity, memory, and the dread of discovering you might not be the first version of yourself to try and escape.

There's something uncanny about Astra's life that made her question who she really is. She kept on asking until she met the guy that made her remember things about her past. Will the secrets of her buried memories are the answers to her disputes or it'll just make it worst?

" How's it going ? " " I wanna stab everyone." " Don't get blood on your dress , we have a reservation at the Gotham ." † Every single fucking way of killing someone , she's tried them all at least one. You'd think she'd be bored now , but of course not. She's inventing her new ways of murdering , inflicting torture and pain to the ones who hurt her , that's what she's good at. Forgiving ? Not so much. 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 , that's what she tells herself. But who the fuck is God anyway ? God has a name written in bloody letters across the wall of her victim. Echo Rayner is God. ( female oc X male oc ) spacedought ©