Lossofhumanity Stories

I didn't chase. I didn't hunted. I was guided... I think something is wrong . At first, it was nothing. Just small things-repeats, patterns, gaps. Now it's... different. No filters. No edits. No rewrites. I'm posting this in real time-exactly as it happens. I don't know when it started. I don't know how it ends. I must document everything- in case I forget what's real. Or worse, in case something else remembers for me because if I don't notice what's happening maybe it's already too late. The Nutcase explores the terrifying possibility that the voice meant to protect us... may be leading us somewhere else entirely.

"Let go of your worries" they said "have a drink it won't hurt" THEY SAID!! May I not start my story of rage like this, I will start at WHO I am, who I was before the misery. This is a story of charity a teenager who fell in to a trap. and is now trying to reattach her humanity.

poem about what was going through my head when I was 12-14

This legend is not one of happiness or hope, but one devoid of it. This was originally made as an assignment for school but I'm proud enough of it that I decided to post it here. Thoughts? I can't make a book cover right now so here's an image of an alien planet instead. Yes I took the name from my story, "MU" World at War"

A poem about one of life's greatest atrocities, Revenge