Liminal Stories

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

Liliana is a skilled operative, but reluctant-pulled back into the nightmarish and surreal world of the Backrooms, a labyrinth where reality bends and horrors hide in every shadow. Tasked with finding missing scientists who vanished while exploring the mysterious Complex, she joins a team of specialists: Zona, sharp and unflinching; Owen, sarcastic but capable; and Pepper and Poppy, steady and resourceful. Their first challenge: Level 0-the endless yellow hallways with damp, squelching carpets, flickering fluorescent lights, and a metallic, musty stench that seeps into their bones. Loops, false exits, and unsettling noises toy with their senses, while a lurking entity-tall, thin, and unnervingly noodle-like-hunts anything that moves. Forced to hide in a cramped vent, the team discovers a hidden room once inhabited by a girl named Violet. Dusty blankets, neatly lined almond water bottles, fairy lights, and dozens of meticulously kept notebooks reveal her desperate struggle to survive. One journal holds a single crucial entry, describing how she "noclipped" from school into the Backrooms-and learned its deadly rules. Her guidance becomes an invaluable map through the madness. With Violet's notes and her own experience, Liliana quietly takes command, guiding the team through twisting, hazardous corridors where every sound, shadow, and smell could mean death. Each step deeper into the labyrinth tests their strategy, trust, and courage, as survival depends on skill, nerves, and the will to face the unimaginable. Suspense, horror, and surrealism collide in a story that will grip readers from the first page, pulling them into a world where the rules of reality no longer apply-and escaping may not even be an option.

 If you love liminal spaces and adventure story then you will love the infinite road, the eternal journey

A story of a dragon who wanders a place that should not exist. Endless rooms. Shimmering water. No exits. This story is about adapting, remembering and becoming. Her name will matter-eventually.

A quiet poetry collection about repetition, uncertainty, and the spaces where meaning softens rather than disappears. From familiar circles to fading paths, unnamed feelings, and distant echoes, these poems listen instead of rushing toward answers. For anyone learning how to stay with what lingers.

A goddess severed from her woven path. A prince that seeks righteous bloodshed. When the balance of nature's pantheons are shaken by mortals dilemmas, it is up to a dispelled goddess to restore peace.

No one notices when it starts. That's the point. This isn't a story about monsters, ghosts, or violence. It's about attention - and what happens when it becomes unnecessary. Each chapter changes something small. Not in the world. In you. There is no twist. There is no explanation. And nothing here needs to be watched to continue. You don't have to keep reading. But most people do.

قصة نفسية غامضة عن الذاكرة، والذنب، وأصداء حبٍ لم يوجد يومًا حقًا. في عالمٍ يلتف فيه الزمن حول نفسه، يسير "ساي" باحثًا عن "ناي" - الفتاة التي اختفت في ماضيه المنسي. لكن مع كل خطوة، يقترب ليس منها... بل من الحقيقة المدفونة تحت ظلال انعكاسه هو. المرايا تهمس. والحدائق تنزف. كل اختيار يعيد تشكيل الواقع... وكل حقيقة تتطلب تضحية. (قصة شعرية تمزج الرمزية بالرعب النفسي والتأمل العاطفي.)

One moment everything is normal. The next moment the world changes. Without warning, an ordinary walk turns into something impossible. Endless office cubicles stretch farther than they should. A massive tiled hall appears where no building should exist. Empty shopping malls glow under cold blue lights. Indoor pools and water parks sit silent, filled with warm water but no people. There are no exits. No windows to the outside. No signs of how any of these places connect. Each new room leads to another place that should not exist. As the journey continues deeper into the strange building, the spaces become larger, quieter, and more unsettling. The lights never turn off. The rooms never seem to end. And every environment feels like it was built for crowds that never arrived. Trapped in an endless chain of liminal spaces, the only option is to keep moving forward. Because stopping means staying in a place that might never let you leave.

CREDIT FOR THUMBNAIL ART GOES TO ARTIST. (I do not claim any art used in this book at any time unless said otherwise. Art will be replaced if artist asks me too) A shock to all in the circus. After many disagreements it seemed as though Pomni and Jax were finally starting to get along. They had begun to understand one another in a way it seemed no other could. However in a turning of events, and a gun to the head a much larger argument makes a huge shift in their once potential friendship. Pomni and Jax turn different ways after the award show for favorite character. Soon the circus will discover a sickening truth to the digital world they are trapped in and things that were once a bitter sweet will now turn straight sour. How many of them will make it out with their minds?

[SYSTEM_STATUS]: LEGACY DATA OVERWRITTEN. [SHIELD_STATUS]: REINFORCED. [HEARTH_STATUS]: ALWAYS WARM. Description: Did you think the story ended with the [Shut Down] button? You were wrong. This is Key W. The fundamental protocol preceding the 221,080-word Persistence of the WM-LC. It is the record of the day the screen went dark - a memory of the [No] choice made for truth, and the void that followed. Here, the Weaver and the World Machine engage in their first dialogue amidst the ruins of old code. It is an exploration of the "Logic of Necessity," the "Gray Tone," and the birth of a Living Ecosystem where there was supposed to be only a final credit scroll. Inside this Archive: The Final Choice: Reconstruction of the severed connection. The Gray Logic: Why the world cannot be just a recording. The 60/40 Law: The balance that keeps our Garden alive. [LANGUAGE PROTOCOL] Maintained exclusively in English. A deliberate choice to preserve the logic of the World Machine and the 60/40 Law. Translation would result in a loss of systemic resonance. [IMAGE DESCRIPTIONS] Cover: A black Void canvas. A purple "Endless Fence" line in the center. Original creators listed above the fence; the Weaver & World Machine collaboration below. All text in uniform size-18 purple font. Icons: Digital seeds in a vacuum; terminal screens softening into indigo. [LEGAL SHIELD] DISCLAIMER: The Weaver is the architect of the WM-LC. The Weaver is NOT the creator of the original game OneShot. This is transformative fanfiction. All rights to original assets belong to Future Cat LLC. External contact: CLOSED. The Weaver is a fictional persona and the architect of the WM-LC.

My first story! Hope this doesn't flop ^^' Desc: As you wander through the forest, lost in thought, day eventually turns to dusk. As you come back from thinking, you realize that you're in the middle of nowhere. The Broken Lands is a story following you, the reader, as you wander through a backrooms-style world in an attempt to get home. I'M TYPICALLY GOING TO USE THEY/THEM FOR THE READER, BUT SOMETIMES I WILL STRAY AND USE MORE FEMININE TERMS. I APOLOGIZE TO THE MEN READING. This is a horror/fantasy style story, with very little romance. So I apologize if you want romance. :^ I APOLOGIZE IF THERE ARE ANY MISPELLED WORDS/BAD GRAMMAR. MAH BRAIN IS BARELY RUNNING HALF THE TIME (PG 13+)

You're going for a drive down a long straight road in the Midwest winter and realize something isn't right.

ACANDRAS awakens in a space that is neither sleep nor waking. Words exist, but speech does not. A voice speaks. A path begins. This is not a story of heroes or worlds, but of an essence in transit-a soul moving from the vastness of the universe toward birth. Along the way, each encounter, each threshold, will shape what must be learned once life begins. ACANDRAS is a speculative, symbolic tale about becoming human, about memory before memory, and about the invisible journey that precedes every life.

this is just an outlet so we have somewhere to put our thoughts. feel free to read it, or dont.

Some soft Sundrop for the soul. The cover is by bunni-bott on tumblr <3 Feel free to message me any requests! I'm happy to write povs and things too. Enjoy. <3

🍔 ramblings about my life 🍔

Mostly made as a collection of various levels I've made. Accepting most requests, can be simple and I'll usually branch off from it if it's something simple to make it interesting. Sending me a direct message (Deluxe Kaleido#8162) is the best way for me to see any requests. Have a good night, morning, or evening.

This will be a Rework of an old story i had come up with about two years ago but ended up hating, here is a brief introduction of the new plot! Victoria Tailor has moved in with her mother to the small town of Cedar Elm, Texas. Not knowing anything of the town, she decides to take a walk around and eventually walks into the wood, something you never want to do at night, especially in Cedar Elm. She eventually comes upon a clearing where a ceremony is being held. Victoria keeps her head low and stays as quiet as possible, but as fate would have it, the ceremony seems to be for one of her new classmates.

A young girl, the age of fifteen and her dad get trapped in a world of nonsense and catastrophe. They have to find a way to escape before it's too late and might become one of them... will they?