Inevitability Stories

Ivan Guillermo de la Vega knows how to write about people. Getting involved with them is another matter. As a feature writer for the Indiana Daily Student, Ivan has built his life around observation. He notices the details other people overlook, turns them into stories, and keeps himself safely outside the frame. Then, during a late night in the publication room, he answers an AI questionnaire designed to generate his ideal interpersonal match. The result is uncomfortably specific: someone calm and consistent, someone who listens without demanding disclosure, someone who remembers the small things and knows how to stay. Ivan closes the tab, dismisses the profile as an algorithm rearranging his own answers, and returns to work. The next day, he meets Owen Maverick Turner. Owen is Indiana University's starting quarterback, the player everyone expects to lead the team to a national championship. From a distance, he is composed, dependable, and impossible to overlook. Up close, he is quieter than Ivan expected. He listens before responding. He remembers. He makes space without disappearing. And with every encounter, Owen begins to resemble the profile Ivan never meant to take seriously. What starts as coincidence becomes a pattern. What Ivan approaches as professional curiosity becomes increasingly difficult to separate from want. As the article he is writing about Owen turns personal, Ivan must confront the one position he has always avoided: being part of the story himself. Ivan knows how to observe people. He knows how to put feelings into words. This time, he may have to place his own on the record.

In a small city like Thrissur in Kerala, missing the last bus means there are seldom modes to reach home, especially when you are a bunch of teens who are short of money. But something arises for their rescue. But was that relief real?

Hell is empty and all the devils are here. -- Shakespeare Harper Witt was a victim, even though she didn't agree with the fact. After all, she would have been dead if she hadn't struck a deal with a devil. Shunned by family and friends, Harper hadn't been able to lead a normal life. She was the girl who had miraculously recovered from life threatening congenital heart defects and was marked for life... by the Devil's tattoo. It had been nineteen years since that very traumatic experience, and one more year before she had to return the favor: give up her blood, flesh and soul. In other words... embrace death. But when Sade, the devil who held onto the threads of her life, shows up earlier than negotiated, she was filled with hope of another chance at her dream and passion. Harper would do anything to gain the opportunity to perform as a professional ballerina.

a short story about Acclimatizing to your surroundings, and that change is inevitable in life

Ashley didn't want to get tangled up in any of this. She was fine the way she was. Why did it all have to come along at once to tear her down?

I really can't describe this or else you wont read it.

Two lovers. Trapped in an inevitable, tragic cycle that only one of them can recall. Will the darkness swallow them before they can find the light? A different take on the romance genre.

We live in chaotic times and when peradventure an implacable foe saunters into our lives, the tendency is to run from the conflicts in our lives, we are therefore vulnerable in this regard; the attempt to flee thorny issues wearies yet we must contend with that which we try to flee from. Our problems remain until we deal with them or else they remain with us.

I pause. And I think. The world is constantly turning, it doesn't pause. Not for you, not for me, not for anyone. So you have to pause. You have to think. Don't let the world pass you by.

Since a long time ago, humanity has put together its scientific discoveries and utilized them to see the world around us. As time moves on, their numbers increase, stacking and replacing each other while we start to perceive them as reality. Is it a mistake for us to accept a big pile of theories to validate our existence? Is there any boundary that limits us? Is there a far greater risk that we should be concerned about? Feel the dread that comes from our very essence!

In a quiet district where magic has finally learned to behave itself, nothing ever goes wrong anymore. Spells resolve cleanly. Errors correct themselves. Complications are handled automatically. The system is elegant, efficient, and very proud of itself. Meredin thinks this is fascinating. Corvin thinks this is something to watch closely. As small improvements stack into permanent solutions and responsibility quietly slips out of reach, the two travelers discover the problem with magic that always does the right thing: eventually, it stops asking whether it should. After all... there's nothing to see here. Really.

Days are terminal sequences, brief and inevitably lost to the fate of science and time. In this realm, this surface of gravitational limits, we bind ourselves to the moments that we know shall come to pass. The seasons, as they arise, birth from the earth as a Phoenix would emerge from a flame kindled by ash. We, as humans, give chase to the Autumn leaves, but rake ourselves into a pool of ice when we fall through the emergence of the Winter that seemed to have been closer to yesterday than it is to tomorrow.

We still have much to learn, no regrets

In the rain-soaked silence of Nathan Road, Hong Kong, 25-year-old Ethan Lau activates a makeshift time machine hidden beneath his apartment floor-built from salvaged MRI coils, quantum theories, and the ghost of his grandfather's obsession. His mission: travel back to Dallas, November 1963, and stop the assassination of President John F. Kennedy. But time is not a river to be diverted-it's a web, and every thread Ethan pulls tightens the snare. Posing as "Thomas Reed," a Boston journalist, Ethan embeds himself in the final days of JFK's life, warning authorities, confronting Lee Harvey Oswald, and even speaking privately with the President himself. Yet each act of heroism twists into a catalyst for tragedy. His warnings alarm the Secret Service-but also push Oswald toward desperation. His plea for caution creates the perfect pause in the motorcade. And in the fatal seconds at Dealey Plaza, his scream-meant to save-makes Kennedy turn directly into the sniper's line of fire. Heartbreakingly human and intricately plotted, The Man Who Remembered Tomorrow explores the devastating paradox of trying to change history: that love, courage, and foresight may not rewrite fate-but fulfill it. Blending real historical detail with speculative science and emotional depth, this novel is more than a time-travel thriller-it's a meditation on grief, responsibility, and the invisible weight of the past. Perfect for fans of 11/22/63 by Stephen King, The Time Traveler's Wife, and Dark Matter, this story lingers long after the final page-not with answers, but with the haunting question: What if saving someone means ensuring they die? "Some events aren't wounds. They're stitches holding reality together." The Man Who Remembered Tomorrow-where every warning echoes as a gunshot, and every act of love becomes part of history's design.

I walked right up to him and did the first thing that came into my mind other that shooting him, I punched him in the gut, hard. "What did I tell you?!" He looked down. "Not to get involved..." I slapped him. "And what did you go and do?" He winced. "I got involved." "And do you know how much that cost me? To get you out of your stupid situation, I just lost two of my best fighters!" He rolled his eyes. "You hit like a girl." Kyle stepped forward, obviously mad. "Now you wait just on-". I held out my hand. "Release him." Kyle stared at me. "Are you sure?" I raised an eyebrow and he nodded. I watched as Kyle untied Alec. Alec stood up and we both got into a fighting stance. Alec smirked. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He questioned. I laughed. "Are you?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Vixen Kaden Lee Vixen is her birth name, but goes by many others. She is 17 years old. Her nickname to her friends is Zen. She is a senior at WestKnight High school and is the "Bad girl" of the school. She had very long Raven black hair, however, she dyed the ends a metallic silver. Her eyes are a gorgeous royal purple but she wears brown eye contacts. Vixen is 5'6" tall. She wears contacts for another reason other than her true eye color being identified, but no one knows why. Her best friend is guy named a Kyle. Alec West Supposed "badboy" of the school at WestKnight High. He is the guy that every girl is supposed to want, and he has an eye for Vixen. However, Vixen wants nothing to do with him because he is an annoying butt and he might reveal the secret she has fought so hard to keep. Although, Alec is not giving up and will go to extreme lengths to impress her. What happens when Vixen tells Alec to back off and he doesn't listen, resulting in them connecting paths in most infuriating way possible. Well, for Vixen, at least.

xxxHOLiC fan-fiction... and a little bit of twisted reality

Unus takes the time to look back at his creator, Ethan, during Camp Unus Annus.

The story itself is about the length of a common description, so read it if you like. I don't believe a description is necessary.

We all one on destiny, From now until the end, there will always be F.A.T.E.

A compilation of school assignments, poems, and short stories I created.