Historias de Fragments

"In a city built on straight lines, their collision was anything but planned." The Bio: Ivaan is a masterpiece of controlled isolation. At seventeen, he navigates the sectors of Chandigarh with a cold, mechanical detachment, his life measured by the roar of his GT 650 and the scent of bitter bergamot. He doesn't do attachments. To him, getting close to someone is a diagnostic error-a risk he can no longer afford to take. He carries a silence that suggests a history of being left behind, a wound that hasn't quite closed, making him a man who prefers the company of shadows over the weight of human connection. Vanya is the sharp contrast-a medical student defined by the sterile precision of GMCH-32. She is used to fixing what is broken, to understanding the biology of pain. But when she encounters Ivaan's fractured composure, she finds a puzzle that no textbook can explain. What begins as a series of calculated encounters turns into a visceral pull neither can escape. Vanya is determined to reach the parts of him he's kept buried, while Ivaan is terrified that if he lets her in, he's simply inviting a ghost to stay. In a world where intimacy feels like internal bleeding, they are forced to confront a haunting reality: the person who makes you feel alive is often the same one destined to leave you standing in the wreckage. "He survived the silence once. Will he survive her?"

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

[English] Atlas Academy Series #3 : Fragments of Acuity Heart and Skyler travelled to Verideria due to the commission they received from the nation of Wisdom. Upon arrival, they discovered something. A sinister event that was happening in the nation of Wisdom. What could it be? And what would be their resolution to save the nation of wisdom from the impending doom? All Rights Reserved®2026 Miggy Rior

When I get writer's block. Sometimes I'll write something completely random, just to get the flow going. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn't. None of these fragments will ever be anything more, and I decided to not let them go to waste. So, here is the result of my writer's block. Originally written on paper; the only thing that was changed while typing these up was spelling.

no se que es lo que escribo pero intento que sea bonito.

they were fragments of her feelings. [poetry in lower caps] [please do not steal, all content is written by me thank you very much]

A girl, who after years of torment for something that wasn't her fault, finally understands the meaning of it all.

dumb thoughts

poetry creative truthful alcohol explanatory

Totally random things. Kind-of-rants. Heart pieces.

Ten years have passed since the battle that saved existence. The Rangers return to a universe that moved on without them. The Fold is unstable. Time is fractured. And a new force is reshaping reality into something... perfect. As echoes of the past begin to surface, the team must follow a trail through broken timelines, impossible futures, and a growing threat known only as the Architect. A being who believes harmony must be engineered, not chosen. To stop her, the Rangers will face the cost of their absence, the limits of their power, and a future where their survival may no longer be part of the equation.

Some days you try. Some days you fail. Some days you end up sitting in the parking lot for an hour.

A story that talks about the life of my characters Nyctia, DesireX, and FeralX. This shows to what the feeling of comfort and joy is all about when it comes to those around you. But these 3..didn't have anything really related or good with it. And i decided to write this story as a dedication to those who struggle with finding joy or happiness. Remember...you aren't alone in situations such as these. Remember that you have so many people who love you. And will try their hardest to bring you a life that you will enjoy so much. You are loved. You are special and unique. Never change yourself and never give up. <33

Dark poems are best means to deal with a dead soul.

The whole world is in pieces. Fix what you can.

Diary | Blog | Thoughts | Secrets | Whispers Note: These are excerpts from my personal diary. They are fragments of my thoughts and experiences. Most of them are not edited, so please pardon the punctuation and grammatical errors. Have you ever heard of people talking to strangers? Telling them things? Sharing secrets with them? I know it happens because it has. To me. People I have never seen before; people I don't even know the names of - sitting or standing next to me and pouring out their deepest and most intimate thoughts, feelings and problems. Why? Because sometimes you don't need to just say it. Sometimes to need someone to listen to it. And this anonymity factor with strangers makes it easier. Makes you feel less vulnerable, knowing that the other person doesn't know who you are and what you do. Won't judge you. Won't even remember you or anything you say. Perfect isn't it! Sometimes you feel the need to scream where no one can hear you. And sometimes you feel the need to whisper where there is someone who can. This is where this blog comes in. Now I do the screaming part as well. Where do I do it? Well, it's a little secret! And for the whisper part, we live in the 21st century. So what better way than sharing on the Internet. So many listeners!

This RP takes place during the actual SAO arc. So from the beginning of the anime/manga to the end. >>>SPOILERS BELOW<<< For those of you who have finished watching/reading SAO, you know that it ends on the 75th floor. This RP will follow the same story. However, for those of you who are not satisfied with only 75 floors, I'll let role players play from floor 76 to floor 100. It will will be a separate story line and will follow the hollow fragment story.

Poetry

Just fragments of my imagination

Caroline is sad. She's been that way ever since he left her, ever since he walked out of her life without looking back. Oliver is happy. Maybe that's because he's never experienced someone he loves upping and leaving at the drop of a hat. When Caroline and Oliver meet, there are no sparks, no fireworks, no violin music, no instant connection, but Oliver does find himself intrigued by the dreary Caroline Hart. And maybe that's all the two of them need: someone to find themselves intriguing. cover credit: @soundthealarm