Fragments Stories

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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.

The dead hand of history still grips the throat of the present. Three centuries after a meteor shower devastated Earth, humanity is divided. The powered are blamed for the virus that killed billions and twisted the natural world into something deadly. Feared and hated, they are sent into the wilds to fight the mutations that now threaten what remains. Ezra has spent his life resisting that division. As a doctor, he believes every life is worth saving. Then he comes home to find a wounded stranger collapsed on his floor. Saving the man is instinct. What follows is not. The choice pulls Ezra into a hidden war where old hatred still shapes the present, and the truth behind the world's ruin may be more dangerous than the monsters outside the city walls.

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.

This isn't a story. It's a collection of poems I wrote. They might not be special, or perfect, but it's everything to me. Note: All covers used are not mine, credits to the original creators of it.

A Book of Poems. Fragments is a collection of broken pieces that still shine. Poems, stray thoughts, 3am notes and the words we never said out loud. This isn't a full story - just the real parts. The ones that stayed. For anyone who's ever felt scattered but still whole. Open anywhere. Read what you need today.

Made solely for entering 2023 Wattpad Poetry contest- Versification Small collection of poems, tiny bits of myself, fragments of my emotions and cute way to express such. Highest rank: 4 #poetrycontest 22 #thoughts 25 #contest 6 #wattpadpoetry 5 #30dayschallenge 7 #myself

Drafts about romance written by someone who hasn't experienced it. P.S: This is not serious writing and is not proofread! Nothing is written with an intended structure. I'm just a chud who does this for fun and on a whim instead of locking in on my ref sheets for art fight.

In this realm, each design is a glimpse into something more-a secret waiting to be unraveled. Step by step, the unseen gets a form, but does not reveals itself perfectly. If you are brave enough, you are welcome to come in and let the bits and pieces of this puzzle guide you through the mystery. （◞◟）﹒ Cover crds→﹒@Novelist_Susanna﹒v﹒✦

Crumbs means fragments of bread, cake, or cracker. But for this 'book', this is 'crumbs' of my ideas. You can say a fragment of the scenes in my head but I'm too lazy to make it a whole story hehe. I hope you enjoy :)))

-Every chapter is fictional- Love + Pain = Heartbreak

Appreciate The World Around You Copyright © 2019 by Jazmine Beach

Flash Fiction

In which an over thinker shares the poems she's written about the little things that have much meaning to her.

In one of those little things that life throws your way, you find that you connect with someone in a way you cannot even describe. You may not know that person, or have seen them before. But you are drawn nonetheless in an inexplicable way.

A book of poems/songs I write whenever I feel like it. I write about whatever is on my mind.

Fragments of hope, Fragments of lies, A tale of sorrow, And a lot of goodbyes. ------------------------------------------- Cover picture does NOT belong to me. Also, none of the pictures are mine...if you find out who ANY of the lovely artists are, tell me! Or I could/probably will find out myself...*going through editing* *experimenting here though...

Late night thoughts. Surge of feelings. Random afternoon realizations. Words written on tissue paper and receipts. Incomplete stories on scraps of paper. Pieces of non-sense. Fragments of imagination.

[Featured on Wattpad Short Story under 'Boxed Sets'] Of snippets into my dreams, pieces of my soul and fragments of my imagination.

Just fragments of thoughts I have sometimes