Glitchreality Stories

❝𝗘𝗩𝗘𝗡 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠, 𝗠𝗬 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘 𝗪𝗢𝗡'𝗧 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗛 - 𝗔 𝗕𝗥𝗢𝗞𝗘𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗟𝗢𝗗𝗬 𝗜𝗡𝗦𝗜𝗗𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗟𝗘𝗦𝗦 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠❞ ━━━━━ (𝗬/𝗡) Yoisaki always found comfort in the soft hum of her computer fan and the quiet glow of her screen. Music was her language, her heartbeat, her only way of understanding the world. Her life revolved around composing songs that could heal, comfort, and reach those who were hurting-because she knew that kind of pain too well. Her world was small, quiet, and safe-until one night, during a late call with Ena, Mafuyu, and Mizuki, something strange happened. After their call ended, her monitor flickered. A website she didn't recognize appeared-its name unreadable, its colors distorted. The cursor moved on its own, dancing across the screen as if something alive was watching her. She tried to turn it off. She tried to pull away. But before she could even blink- The screen pulled her in. Now trapped in a world of rust, ruin, and chaos, (Y/N) must navigate the harsh lands of Gachiakuta, where survival depends not on kindness, but on strength. Yet even in this broken world, her music refuses to fall silent. With her mysterious Vital Instrument, a harp that can heal, defend, and fight, (Y/N) becomes an unexpected light among the darkness. Haunted by her past and driven by her compassion, she'll learn that even the softest melody can echo louder than any scream. But in a place where beauty is punished and kindness is a weapon- Will her music save others... or destroy her instead?

⚠️Disclaimer from author ⚠️ This story , its characters, and stylistic choices (including nonlinear chapters design and character naming such as "Kairo") are original creations of Edward Juarez. Any similarities found elsewhere after this posting are coincidental or derivative. I've crafted this story from my voice, my vision, and my time. If you're inspired by what I write, awesome. But don't copy. Thank you In a Future where everyone receives a visit from their future self, one man has yet to receive his. Alone in a world of clarity and second chances, he clings to the hope that one day his door will open too. And he will soon learn: The knock at the door isn't always your own. At least...not in this time-line. Because when things begin to loop- Time begins to bleed. Authors note: This is my first completed Novella, and it means a lot to me. "Timeline Forty-one" was born from a single image: a man waiting for something that never comes-until it does. In the strangest possible way. Thank you for reading. If you felt something-follow and stick around for more. Final chapters coming before February. New book announced In March

In the dim underbelly of Gliptipnion's cyber-warped cityscape, Glipp wakes in a busted DRNX-4 drone coupe, deep behind the Drainlight Casino. The air is syrup-thick, his Monac-o-Meter blinks green, and the last thing spinning is a glowing BuzzBallz FizzRiot in the cupholder. But this isn't just another comedown-leakforms have been detected. With a grin and a whisper-"Still me. Still swerved."-Glipp slaps the splice and tears through space-time into Null-VIP, a haunted, forbidden district where only ghosts and glitched realities dwell. Pursued by unknown forces demanding the return of the FizzRiot, Glipp doesn't run. He drinks. Reality shatters beneath him. The tale ends mid-fall. A euphoric, rage-soaked transmission from the depths of the Glippverse. Drone Swerve '87 isn't a story-it's a splicepass.

What if the Devil no longer wanted to damn souls... but to entertain them until they vanish? Year 2029. During a United Nations conference, an African minister suddenly takes his own life on stage. His last words shock the world: "The Devil is laughing. And we are dancing." Ezra Kossi, once a sociologist of religion, now a secret cyber-exorcist, is contacted by a Swiss journalist, Leïla Morgenstern. She is investigating a forbidden game found on the dark web: "The Devil's Farce" - an immersive experience that seems to change people's minds. Some laugh uncontrollably, others fall into a trance... and some commit suicide. But the truth goes deeper. The game is not just a game. It may be part of a global ritual, designed by a secret brotherhood called "The Gelasts" - worshippers of absurdity who believe humanity no longer needs salvation... only one final laugh before collapse. Ezra must face his past, including an old initiation in a mystical monastery in Togo. Together with Leïla, he dives into a world of broken codes, ancient symbols, and psychological rituals. They will soon face a terrifying question: Do we laugh because we are free... or because we are already possessed? Genre: Psychological, esoteric, and geopolitical thriller Setting: Near future - West Africa, Geneva, and the shadowy zones of cyberspace Style: Sharp, poetic, visionary

"Whatever is written comes true the next day." That's the rule. Or the curse. For a lonely teen with a bleeding diary and a crush on the school drummer, life becomes one big glitchy fantasy. Until he fights back - and reality starts rewriting her instead. Inspired by Michael Clifford x Waterparks' "Give Me a Break!", this is a spiraling punk-romance oneshot about ink, memory, and breaking your own story.