Истории Fragmented

At first, it was only the quiet. Not empty. Not harmless. These notebooks were never meant to be read. They began as a way to keep track of things-thoughts, gaps, moments that didn't feel right. Something answered. It stayed long enough to feel familiar. Long enough to feel necessary. And when everything else began to fall away- it didn't. What follows is a series of personal writings documenting a gradual shift in perception, where silence stops meaning absence, and something begins to remain. Not everything written here belongs to him. --- ⚠️ Content & Trigger Warnings: This story contains themes that may be distressing to some readers, including: Psychological distress and mental deterioration Hallucinations and distorted perception Depictions of self-harm (non-graphic) Suicidal thoughts and themes Substance misuse Trauma-related content Emotional dependency and isolation Reader discretion is advised. --- 📌 Note: This story is written in a fragmented, notebook-style format and focuses on atmosphere and psychological descent rather than traditional plot structure.

Tori was never obsessed with boys but when she feels practically forced to loving Lucas Grey, will she enjoy the popularity or will it just ruin her?

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

In an era of unprecedented fragmentation, where the very concept of geography has been shrouded in mystery, two unlikely souls are inexplicably drawn together in a love story that defies the confines of time, space, and reality.

He never hit her. He didn't have to. Apate thought love meant being seen. Aaron made her feel chosen, then slowly erased her. The rules came quietly. The silence grew louder. The house became a place where time stood still. Then one night, Aaron vanished. No note. No struggle. No trace. Everyone has questions. Apate has answers she won't share. Because the truth is hidden. Just like Aaron. And the silence? It's still breathing.

Would you take risk going to the other side of the frail bridge just to be with the one who loves you? Or would you just stand there watching the person you love crying while watching the frail bridge falling? Author's Note: Characters and scenes are only fictional and just a product of the Author's imagination. If there are any scenes or events here that is similar to yours, it's purely coincidental. DO NOT COPY, DO NOT REDISTRIBUTE, DO NOT PLAGIARIZE. No parts of this story should be reproduced in any form or by any means without the Author's permission. Take note, Plagiarism is a sin. Credits to the rightful owner of the resources I've used in making the book cover. If you are the owner of the resources and you don't want it to be used, you can message my account and I will remove it as soon as possible.] ©ThatGuyHoldingAPen2016 ***All Rights Reserved***

❝ 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. ❞

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

This is a draft! Don't judge too hard

Everything that I write when I can't sleep

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

Beware Caution You have been warned

"He felt his heart shatter into a million pieces. This is what it felt like, being heartbroken." A world where love does not exist, the real love, not the chemically induced one you can buy. A love kept alive only by dreams and stories. Humanity, in order to cope with the growing violence in the world becomes dependent on a new drug. A drug that allows happiness and love back into the lives of millions, a drug that covers and does not destroy the evils of the world. A child soldier falls in love, is it genuine? Or is it the product of government experiments? Armed with a handful of outcasts can he overthrow the organisation responsible? What price will he pay and will true love be saved from extinction? Find out now in Fragmented Soul.

(2019) behold, the beholder

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.

In the neon-soaked sprawl of Aurelion Veil, the city remembers everything - every secret, every betrayal, every lost soul. Ryu Kaien, a shadowed strategist known as the Ghost Broker, navigates the underworld where information is currency and loyalty is fleeting. But when a mysterious signal from the past surfaces, it leads him to Li Serin, a luminous figure whose humanity blurs with digital power, and whose fragmented memories may hold the key to the city itself. In a metropolis where the skyline is both cage and mirror, two souls must navigate treacherous syndicates, haunted data streams, and a city that watches their every move. Every choice could ignite war. Every secret could unravel reality. Will they rise above the neon towers - or be consumed by the city that never forgets?

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.