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..

Fragmented stories of the mind whatever it believes and disbelieves in. All the experimentation life puts one through as life is an experiment itself. Fragments of every emotion of every kind one is ever created to bear thoroughly.

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In a world filled with danger and deception, Leora's life takes a thrilling turn when she crosses paths with Asher, a handsome stranger. Their love is put to the test when they are kidnapped by the ruthless Ender Killian. With her quick thinking and bravery, Leora fights to save Asher and protect their future together. Years later, as a respected police officer, Leora seeks justice and redemption while balancing the responsibilities of motherhood. This gripping tale explores love, sacrifice, and the resilience of the human spirit in the face of adversity. __________________________________________________________ "I will crush everything you hold dear, and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" she laughed at the thought of his forced husband, Ender Killian , as she whispers to herself, "you've ruined me, you've ruined everything, now see me setting this whole property of yours in fire, dear husband" she said before setting the whole house and documents into the fire, and he only smirked. "nice one". ________________________________________________________ short shorty:- START: 11-10-2023 ENDED: 11-29-2023 COVER BY ME~ AUTHOR: N.C'DCHERRY.

❝ Within the heatwave of the burning inferno, Once a lively heart beating, now melted from heat. What used to be vibrant colours of summer painted, Became a sloppy canvas of frigid hues, Of life's essence beginning to fragment; Portraits of memories split, into glowing embers in the night skies. ❞

A poem about ghosts.

Random chapters from each person. You'll never know what you're going to get.

Find yourself dropped in the middle of a War. Or perhaps, you'll find yourself in an Enchanted Wood. Who knows what world, what age, what realm you might end up in. Whose story will you discover and who's life will leave you gripped? - - - Favian is old. Very old. Immortally old. Back from another fruitless attempted to end his life, he's pulled into the dramas of court life. But what will he do when he finds an old friend, turned enemy luring the Grand High Princess into love? With a gold heart in his hand, Favian tries to do the right thing and spare the pain for everyone. But when did good intentions ever work out for the better?

A skeleton unearthed in a cursed valley reveals itself to be a patchwork of many people's bones. Disturbed, it begins to grow with each victim it claims, waiting in the soil to stitch the living into its monstrous form.

- Poetry -

" 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 ©

If you're reading this, you either found my research journal (DO NOT WRITE IN THIS!) or the university was careless enough or stupid enough to publish my findings. Either way, you're in for a mess. This journal was supposed to record the events of my expedition into solving an ancient codex. What it now records are the multiple near death experiences I've faced, the war I didn't even know I was a part of, and of course, a mystery that is likely going to rewrite centuries worth of history. Strap in for what is like going to be the biggest and worst discovery of my life. Yours faitfuly, ~Dexter Redmond

The next episode of the Lemon Sharks saga. Poems and poetic micro stories. Abstract writing

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.

outliers.

My dream, My reality and My nightmare. Inspired by Dante Alighieri, La Divina Commedia.