Myriad Stories

Myr x Ink story!!!

Everyone has heard of the legend, and were too terrified to consider it true. "It's just a cheesy old myth!" They would say. "That beast isn't even real!". But when Wendy Magikla runs farther than she's ever gone before, she meets what she thought was a beast, but if only you were to look beyond the surface, you would see more to him than you could ever imagine.

buncha poems.. some happy, some sad and maybe in the middle. Do read, comment and vote

A collection of poems and short-stories accumulated over time spent in the tenth grade. A wordsmith's craft displayed and shoved from her comfort zone in terms of many cultural differences not seen in a Midwestern Suburb. A plethora of stories and poems will display a strong wanderlust quality and the palpable sense of adventure and diversity.

Gen, a girl with a burning spirit and a will to fight. Leaves her hometown in search of her father's killer. Join a humble adventure of a fantasy and crazy encounters. Indigo covered trees, abandoned cities, and maybe some laughs! (Really depends on your sense of humor) [This is my first serious story.]

POETRY & PROSE. plucking roses from the dents in the wall

This book is purely for information on my other books. This has no story at all. Well except for sneak peaks if I feel like it.

This is a story about 2 normal kids. Normal lives, normal families, normal summer, normal all around. Until one day it all changes, and are they prepared? That's up to them. uwu a new chapter every month

-UP FOR ADOPTION, DISCONTINUED- DT: DreamTale. DS: DreamSwap. UV: UnderVerse. SV: SwapVerse. Warning, Profanity. The cover is slightly edited by me. So my brain had a weird thought, 'What if the DT, DS, UV, SV, and Swaps lived together?' And I was like, hey sure, idk. Why don't I make a shit post book about my random thoughts? And then my brain was like 'Sure ya whatev.' So here I am, making a shitpost book.

Bradley and Burt are twins. They spend every morning gelling their hair, eating bowls of cereal, brewing two teacups of routined black coffee, and playing sudoku. Bradley has never finished a piece slower than his younger brother. Hell, he's always done two in the time Burt completes one. And here comes the day when Burt figures out the numbers before his overzealous brother. “I'm a misunderstood genius." "What's misunderstood?" "Nobody thinks I'm a genius.” ― Bill Watterson /// Non-teen fiction #402 /// © All Rights Reserved

In a world where spiritual energy has returned, and ancient sects coexist with modern cities, an ordinary young man, Alex, awakens a mysterious sealed bloodline within him after an accident. He also gains a "Myriad Realms Deduction System" capable of analyzing, simulating, and optimizing any cultivation technique or skill. Initially, Alex is just an unnoticed student in the city, constantly bullied. But with the help of the system, he begins to learn and practice ancient cultivation methods, rapidly increasing his strength. At the same time, he discovers that modern society hides many unknown secret organizations and superpowered individuals. As his power grows, Alex becomes embroiled in more and more events: heirs of ancient sects appear, vying for lost inheritances; powerful beings from other realms attempt to invade; and dark forces lurking in the city begin to stir. Alex must not only survive in the brutal world of cultivation but also protect his family and friends. Using the system, he deduces countless heaven-defying techniques and unique skills, rising step by step from a looked-down-upon mortal to defeat powerful enemies, expose conspiracies, and ultimately become an invincible master sweeping across the myriad realms.

I suppose this is a place to release my inner demons in hopes someone will understand them.

endless poems and words

Günter, a fallen angel has figured out "the game" of the microcosm and how to play it, viewing it as nothing more than such. He has the goal of winning the game and giving the prize to save the macrocosm, wearing atheism on his sleeve. On his pursuit of perfect justice and clear motive, he is sided by another fallen angel named Ditch, who, while far less persistent as him claims the same problem of wanting a perfect set of ideals and a world of complete luxury to solve its existence of sin, as well as a current angel named Messiah who supported all parties including the "antagonist", desperately trying to find her own placement in this desperately twisted world. Of course, due to Günter and Ditch being fallen angels themselves, they themselves are considerably questionable, their biggest opponents being the ELITES pf the Macrotheism and Günter's friend no more, Kerioth with the opposing ideals being in a similar light. Always seeing things as a game (and Kerioth as a friend in some way), he actively sees his race for victory, even in the most desolate of a cosm in the palm of his hand, by the end of this chess game, the question remains. "I may have one, but at what cost?"

A realistic novella set in pre-Victorian England with an extremely simple plot. Based off of true events, it follows three orphans as they try to break into the orphanage toy room, that it. Philosophy of human appreciation in regards to societal norms is a recurrent theme.

A girl who contradicts her very being, a trio of friends as inseparable as the stars and an exotic new boy with secrets to keep. Miles has been through lifetimes of hell; family ruin upon family ruin... His mother's last marriage alone ended four lives and forced the shut down of a local business. Germany is a tough terrain to live in, many despise Miles and his fidgety nature while others are privy to secrets he has sworn not to share. In a world of doubt Miles turns to a country of high hopes and spirited comrades. But when he is met by a strange grouping of friends through school, will he find the courage to stand independent? Or will love ultimately find his undoing?

I am an enigma, a puzzle scattered across the heavens. I am the color of orange traffic cones, holding fast to safety, but often overlooked. I am the stars, holding fast to the myriads of constellations that hold my soul captive. I am a whisper in the rain. I am the final note of an unfinished song, the word that harrows a soul that is desperately searching for more. I am the last leaf falling from a tree in its final autumn. I am a white hole, releasing light and chaos in instants. I am vanilla ice cream, eaten with artificial layers of sweetness. I am the whiff of French cafes in the spring. I am a star fallen from orbit. I am an enigma.