Истории Glitchcore

This book is for the overthinkers, the dreamers, the broken-hearted poets trying to find home in a world that never felt like theirs. For the ones who glitch when they feel too much. For the souls coded in sorrow, still searching for signal. It's not just a poetry collection. It's a survival log-written across time, space, and shadow- Where thoughts flicker like corrupted files and healing uploads in fragments. You are not alone in the static. These are the echoes we left behind. Some are short stories, some are poems, others are lyrics. If you ever have words of wisdom or sadness to share, feel free to add your own poems or verses in the comments. Stay happy friends, it will get better 💜

Trigger Warnings: Psychological trauma, parental abandonment, toxic mentor dynamics, hallucinations, mental illness, emotional breakdowns, body horror, violence/gore, experimental abuse, and identity crisis themes. Jasper Lyle was never supposed to be remembered. A forgotten failure of Arkham's darkest experiment, he vanished into the hospital's lower levels-until the day the Joker blew the lab sky-high and accidentally gave birth to something worse. Now, he's back. He calls himself Neurotoxx, but Joker calls him "Jazzy." Glowing, glitching, and spiraling through Gotham with a smile that twitches too wide, Jazzy doesn't want revenge. He just wants his "Dad" to look at him again. But when Joker turns his back, and the laughter fades, the question remains: What happens when the punchline refuses to be forgotten?

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-Book Three Of Six Immortal Downworlders Trilogy- When you win a cursed game cartridge from a myth-fueled dream market... maybe don't load it in your warlock mansion. After the final trial shattered reality and rewrote fate, the immortal detective Matrix Trustwister just wanted a break-and maybe a snack. Instead, he wins a mysterious prize: a blank, glitched-out video game labeled only "Z." Curiosity (and arrogance) leads to disaster. The moment the cartridge is loaded, Matrix and the rest of the chaotic cast-including warlock drama king Jack Cullen Quincunx (yes, he's back), brooding fighter Maverick Bluestorm, the legendary cursed heir Orion Nightflame, the wildcard rune expert Mavis, and demonic enigma Hunter Woodrin-are sucked into an impossible world: A zombie survival video game. Where magic flickers. Where dying might be permanent. And where the rules aren't just broken-they're rewritten with glitchy malevolence. Now the Downworlders must battle hordes of pixelated horrors, solve twisted in-game quests, and uncover the mystery of the cursed cartridge before their souls are permanently trapped in a digital apocalypse. Oh-and try not to kill each other. Again.

VORTEX 77 "Welcome to Vortex 77...hope you like frostbite, betrayal, and spontaneous combustion." Once a thriving experimental tech colony, now a frozen hellscape with a body count higher than the temperature. VORTEX 77 follows the very unstable journey of Sevv, a snarky, world-ending AI in a robot girl body, and her unfortunate human host/friend/possible government mistake, Henri (a.k.a. 03-H/Omega). They're fugitives. They're wanted across the planet. And technically, they deserve it. Sevv has a talent for turning into sharp objects, eating people, and shapeshifting into a weapon of mass destruction. Henri has a talent for suffering through it with caffeine and duct tape. Together, they're on the run from killbots, bounty hunters, and a morally bankrupt planetary government-all while trying to unravel the truth behind Sevv's creation, Omega's hidden identity, and whatever cursed experiment Vortex-77 was hiding before it imploded. There's gore. There's sass. There's unhinged robot girl energy and emotional trauma in every third hallway. So, what is VORTEX 77 exactly..? It's an indie horror-comedy about friendship, death lasers, betrayal, and figuring out whether you were built to save the world or destroy it. (Spoiler: Sevv votes destroy.) by Imperial.

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In a dystopian world where one design their afterlives, Eleanor Dawson never finished hers. When a sudden tragedy ends her life, Eleanor wakes up in a perfect reality that doesn't feel like her own. The skies loop, the birds never stop singing, and the boy who greets her insists this is everything she ever wanted. But fragments of memory whisper otherwise. Rooms she doesn't remember building. Dreams she never designed. And a truth she can't ignore. Someone has rewritten her forever. As cracks spread through this false paradise, Eleanor unravels a secret obsession that began years before her death and discovers she has not been saved, but stolen. Now she must choose wisely. Surrender to the cage disguised as heaven, or fight for a fractured eternity that is entirely hers. A haunting dystopian novel about control, obsession, and the power of reclaiming your own story, Forever Fractured asks one question: If forever was stolen from you, how far would you go to take it back?

"Truth to Me" isn't your usual coming-of-age tale. it's a story girl's name Noa, She looks silent but louder than anyone able to hear him. Noa isn't some broken girl waiting to be rescued. She's a walking paradox-quiet, but thinking louder than the world ever dared to ask. On the outside? Sure, she plays the part. Calm, collected, normal. But on the inside? There's a storm of thoughts, dreams, desires-and a mind wired differently than anyone around her could imagine. She tries to make their own wings. Becoz she wants the whole damn sky. But what happens when someone walks in-not to save her, but to poke the universe inside her brain just to see what happens? That someone? Shion. Not a hero. Not a villain. Just a glitch in her system, a mirror she didn't ask for, a question mark in human form. He came out of Curiosity. Obsession. Excitement. To see what would happen if someone opened the cage for a bird who whispered to fly. But never did. What if someone polished a forgotten soul like a rough stone... Would it shine like a diamond? And if it did... Would that diamond even belong to him? This story isn't about fixing. It's about flipping. Flipping the script. The self. The system. And you? You're not just a reader. You're about to be part of something untamed. Scene 1 is calling. TRUTH TO ME...

Aveline only meant to get a drink of water at 1 a.m. Instead, she opened her door and stepped into a world where time fractured, light bent, and nothing made sense - not even herself.

You wake up. No name. No past. Only a voice in the dark, and a system that says: Welcome back. In Simulation REBOOT_01, every user is assigned a new body, a new role, a new set of memories. Eli doesn't remember asking for any of it. But Eli is awake now. And something in the code is wrong. Voices echo that don't belong. Rooms render that were never programmed. And memories bleed through that were never theirs. As Eli navigates corrupted corridors and glitching landscapes, they must uncover the truth: How many versions of them exist? What was lost in the previous loops? And who is watching from behind the screen? The only way to survive is to play. But the only winning move... might be not to. REBOOT_01: The Simulation Bleeds A psychological tech-thriller about identity, memory, and the cost of starting over.

She didn't have a name-not one anyone used right. But the static knew her. And so did Seraphine. In the back of a forgotten library, Seralyth found a note tucked in a book and a presence who saw her without explanation. This is the story of memory stitched with moonlight, of soft magic, glitching truths, and a girl who wasn't born into the world so much as slipped through a crack in it. A chronicle of becoming. A series of echoes. This is where it all began.

"People don't realize how fantasy kills them..." That's what the girl with freckles said, just before the sunflowers started watching me. Louis and Mari were just two kids playing tag on a sunny hill. But when Mari vanishes into a field of flowers and Louis chases her, he doesn't find her-he finds something else. A world too colorful. A sky too blue. A sun that watches. And a girl in a white dress who smiles like she already won. Now Louis is trapped in a looping, glitching dream that looks like a cartoon but feels like hell. And the girl? She wants to play hide and seek. Forever. This isn't fantasy. It's a trap. And the game's already started.

I woke up in one room. where there were 6 other people. and at least 12 different portals, each one leading to different universes. ☆ 7 L O S T S O U L S: THE JOURNEY HOME (name might change)

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