Fragments Stories

The dead hand of history still grips the throat of the present. Three centuries after a meteor shower struck Earth, humanity is divided between the powered and the originals. One group changed. One did not. In the years that followed, a virus killed billions, twisted the natural world into something monstrous, and gave fear a shape to blame. The powered have carried that blame ever since. Collared, controlled, and sent beyond the city walls, they are forced to fight the mutations that roam the wilds while the originals stay safe behind the walls. Ezra, a doctor, refuses to accept the world's clean divisions. He treats anyone who needs him, believing every life has value, even in a city built on deciding otherwise. When one act of mercy toward a stranger pulls him into a hidden war, Ezra begins to uncover the truth buried beneath generations of fear. Tension between originals and powered reach a breaking point, and Ezra faces a choice that could alter the course of humanity. One where the line between saving and destroying becomes increasingly blurred.

No theme. No rules. Just words born from passing thoughts and sudden inspiration. A collection of quiet moments, hidden feelings, and fragments of imagination. Written whenever the silence had something to say.

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

❝ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 ❞ [fragments of poems i'll never publish] [❛visionary❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2022]

❝ 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 ❞ [poems for my love] [❛mortal coil❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2022]

Years ago rifts opened in the city that never sleeps. From these rifts emerged terrible monsters that devour human souls. Most if not all die from their encounter with the monsters. Few are lucky enough however to be spared this ultimate fate and upon so retain a certain element within them. While they are still themselves their souls are scarred with unrepairable damage, fragmented. These lost fragmented souls are forever cursed to bear the scars of their deaths and to carry with them a power bestowed upon them. The choices they make with their powers is their own but wether they seek discord or harmony...chaos is soon to follow.

Various poems by Cassandra Lowery, currently including "Tone Deaf?", "second skin," "arms of an angel," and "A Love Poem to a Wren." All poems published here are copyrighted material; please do not reproduce without the express written consent of the author.

Do you ever feel like you were supposed to live in another reality? Because so do I. My mind constantly wanders away and creates worlds I wish I lived in. I dream of romance and adventures that seem to only exist in fairytales. I'm a big dreamer born in a small world. Love, Sunflower -------------------- The imagination is a funny thing... Sometimes we need to take a rest from our travels and relax, and yet we cannot do that. Stories float and are formed out of the blue, leaving me trying to live this seeming dream world. However, due to the fact I am fighting in the middle of a war on my planet, I cannot write much. Thus, I have chosen to go ahead and write tiny windows into these worlds, and hopefully convey a small yet pretty tale. Hopefully someday I can return to these fragments and write a full novel... Finally: I hope the reader enjoys. Stories are meant to be enjoyable, and hopefully my withered warrior self can help bring a bright light to your days. Signed: 100 Needles

fragments of tales inspired by avalon, celtic priestesses and the arthurian cycle

Tristan Jedidiah Fjord, a law student at Cambridge University, suddenly changes his personality from a gloomy man to a jolly man. Due to this, Anya Leenera Strephein, together with her friend, Amanda Reutscheoff, finds out the cause of that sudden change as they are bind to a story of memories, love, fights, and later on, death which will revert the characters back to memories.

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.

Fragmentos

❝ scribbling some fragments of Rhea's memories. ❞ a story of a girl who wants to escape the clutches of reality Trigger warning: this chapter contains self-harm/suicide and might trigger you. Please read with caution and don't hesitate to contact professional help if you need help or guidance. Thank you. And pardon my grammars here also ahaha.. Another warning: This book contains poorly written, unedited, and a lot of grammars of mistakes. If you want a flawless, perfectly written book, this book may not be for you. If you're interested in reading Rhea's story. Well, of course, it's a diary..feel free to open this book!

It's easier to start with small dreams than continuing someone's big dreams

poem for a quiet day

*random fragments of thoughts that formed in my brain* -thanks taj for helping in some of them :3

An assort of stuff i simply wrote All Fragments connect in some way