histórias de Narration

❚ ༉‧₊ THE GREAT DIVIDE ➶ in which the new grad nurse and the new intern used to be together. ❝ trinity santos x fem! oc ⊹𓂃 ❚ ❪ ©adorisos, 2026 ❫

‎When Shawn wakes to memories of a life that shouldn't exist anymore, he realizes the past has somehow begun again. This time, he refuses to follow the same path that once led him to quiet heartbreak, choosing instead to live differently and keep his distance from the person who once held his world together. In this rewritten timeline, their lives drift apart, their paths no longer crossing the way they once did - yet the weight of the past lingers in ways Shawn can't quite explain. As familiar moments begin to unfold in unfamiliar ways, one question quietly follows him through this second life: can changing the path truly change the ending, or are some stories destined to find their way back to where they began?

Hi. This book is a descriptive/narrative essay/one shots outlet for me to use. There are some short stories in there. I might not update frequently, but if you have any ideas for an essay, please write it in the comments and also reply to the poll below the one shot/essay. Furthermore, if my writing is not in good quality, please give me some pointers on how to write a better essay. It's not my first time, but I'd like to try writing more and more for my FMC Ruiyi. Thank you and enjoy the short stories.

After the "lonely journey", it's time to discover a new chapter of life, this time digging how I perceive people, strangers, friends, and what feelings and thoughts they bring into my everyday life. The Sun is the shiny extrovert side of this collection, bold emotions and thoughts are brought in the daylight. Hope you enjoy this new journey with me ☀️

The final part

Psychological/Cosmic Horror themes, loosely based around pieces of work similar to The King In Yellow by Robert Chambers and a couple of my other favorites I've read.

A new standalone science fiction tale every Sunday. From a lonely satellite to a distant galaxy, these stories ask "what if?" They offer mind-bending physics, futuristic noir, and touching human stories, one week at a time. Start your week with a fresh perspective on technology, humanity, and the stars. Melody ❤️

"For years I believed someone lived in my room. Someone who protected me, spoke to me, and cared about me." "But the doctors say the voice was never real." "They say it has a name."

A Raw, Unfiltered Dive into Daily Life, Emotions, and the Beauty of Now.. Sort of a Journal..but it's more a compilation of random narratives.

He came from everything: money, polish, perfection. But none of it mattered when the world cracked under his feet. Born into immense wealth the Rich Kid never truly had anything. His parents obsessed with power and status, treated him as a possession rather than a child. Lavish gifts replaced affection. Silence filled every gold-trimmed hallway. No bedtime stories. No hugs. No "I love you." Now he walks alone in a place built from forgotten fears and broken things. A boy in a silent mask marked by forces that saw past the wealth and straight into the hollow ache inside. He wasn't supposed to end up here. But he did. Nowhere doesn't make mistakes. Never does, and will always have a plan for unfortunate souls. Welcome to Little Nightmares: Marked & Mended Artist: LanceChance212

Everyone vanished without warning. No alarms. No bodies. No answers. In a city frozen mid-life-meals untouched, radios silenced, beds still warm-a teenage girl is left behind to listen to the echo of a world that forgot her. With no one to trust and memory weighing heavier than survival, she wanders through deserted streets where wealth once hid rot and silence feels alive. But some truths don't stay buried. Some places remember. And sometimes, being alone is not the worst possibility. As reality begins to blur and the past refuses to stay quiet, one question lingers: What if the world didn't end-what if it chose who stayed?

Seventeen-year-old Jennifer Hawkins has spent a decade dreaming of becoming a detective, just like her late, legendary investigator father, John Hawkins. Yet even dreams come with shadows-her father's mysterious death still haunting her decisions like a ghost. Invited to work as an intern for the esteemed Collective Detective Agency, her first day becomes anything but normal. Thrust into solving a perfect crime alongside an exasperated but brilliant young detective, she must reconcile Jeffrey Hoper's innocence and a body of evidence that ranges from the murder weapon in his hand to the fingerprintless bellows camera and a white-stained teacup left by the criminal. With experimental gadgets and an ensemble of eccentric agents, it's up to the amateur sleuth to uncover the threads if she hopes to save an innocent man.

A tale following a humanoid octopus from an unknown race that dwells in the northern forest of the region of Istol, a land known for its vast fertile green fields and the friendliness of its people. For the first time, he leaves the forest he has always known and steps into a wider world. What begins as a simple journey may slowly intertwine with the fate of all the folk of Istol. My first work. Note: Please ignore apostrophe mistakes. Laptop input does not have a key for apostrophe. If there is somebody actually reading this let me know, thank you :)

She had gotten used to being alone. . Being hidden from the world, but then he arrived, and nothing was the same anymore..... For he was the first, to let his gaze linger on her, longer than necessary. She tried to ignore him, as much as possible, but he seemed to be everywhere, she was, making it hard, for her. He claimed her as his partner in Crime, before she could even utter the word , ' no.'

》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《 In a world where water holds footsteps and colors lie, a mirror reveals a reflection that should not exist. It watches. It waits. And it knows what comes next. As sleep and waking begin to overlap, the question is no longer what the dream means-but which version of the self will remain when it ends. 》* 。 • ˚ ˚ ˛ ˚ ˛ • 。* 。° 。* 。 • ˚《

In a quiet rural community, a little girl watches a company arrive with promises, machines, and smoke. Told through the innocent eyes of Tea Pot, The Arrival of Smoke follows one family as land is taken, water is stolen, and survival is dressed up as opportunity. It's a story about work, silence, fathers who believe, mothers who resist, and what a child understands long before adults admit the truth. Some things come slowly. Others arrive like smoke-and never really leave. A postcolonial coming-of-age novel rooted in Caribbean social realism.

Depois de um relacionamento que, infelizmente, causou tantas feridas, tudo o que ela queria era se afastar do amor. O que poderia sair mal? Nada... apenas a vida. A vida nem sempre segue nossos planos, muitas coisas estão além das nossas decisões. Por insistência de um dos melhores amigos, ela resolveu baixar um aplicativo para conhecer novas pessoas. Já quase sem esperanças, após tantas conversas vazias, ela encontra alguém que parecia completamente distinto dos outros. E durante as conversas, ela notou que ele realmente era diferente. Atencioso. Tranquilo. Agradável para conversar e bom ouvinte. Ideal para quem que não tem receio de se apaixonar. Infelizmente, seus traumas a levam optar pelo caminho mais simples: o distanciamento. Porém algumas semanas depois, na madrugada do dia do seu aniversário, uma mensagem que ela não estava esperando chega. 00h16. E é justamente naquele momento que ela descobre algo que a fez refletir sobre o amor: A maior burrada que você pode fazer é deixar a probabilidade da pessoa certa ir embora por medo de amar novamente.

What just happened?" I ask aloud, shaking my head to dispel the fog clouding it. "Pa?" "Honey!" I called out for my husband. "Paaaa!" I shouted, my voice slicing through the stillness, desperation lacing each syllable. Silence hung in the air, a heavy blanket that muffled the echoes of mundane chores and chatter. A lingering sense of confusion settled in... Wait, where did everyone go? Helloooo! As I rose unsteadily and swept my gaze across the landscape, a chill crept up my spine. Instead of the garden I had imagined myself to be, I found an alien environment that sent my heart racing! I stood right there, shadows lingering around me, as if the world had forgotten to move on without me. A distant animal cry echoes, a reminder that nature thrives in its rawest form. Here, the world feels alive, unrestrained, and fierce. Every rustle of leaves and distant call of a creature echo the raw beauty of a wilderness, shaking me to my core. How the f*ck did I get here? I never left. I was in the same place, but somewhere in another era, at another time.. Enchantment, mysticism, and wonder all come together. Step into a world where the boundaries of the real and the imagined blur as the fabric of time and space intertwine. The Myth of Ayu Indah is about an Aboriginal beauty and her struggles to belong in ancient times; and the other, a contemporary woman who appears to have lost her enchantment while adjusting to life in the country following a recent move. Both are seeking fulfillment in life. Transported to a bygone age through a dream journey that crossed time, where the protagonist unearthed hidden truths that led to her transformative journey of self-discovery. In the end, they both realized that the capacity-the power-to uncover the enduring, awe-inspiring beauty of simply existing and being loved lies within them all along.

I was doing so well. For years I kept myself balanced. For years I kept myself away from anything that could set me off. Then she fell directly into my lap. Jasmine Rose isn't just my rival at work- she is everything my therapist could never have known to warn me about. I only wanted to be a good writer. I only wanted to be a good friend. I only wanted to be a good man. So why did the safety switch off when she smiled? Why did I hear that familiar click when she laughed? Maybe she's too perfect to be toxic. Maybe I'm too damaged to be saved. And if she ever pressed the barrel to my temple and asked me to pull the trigger... I can't promise I'd say no. Which leaves me with one impossible question: Am I the target? Or am I the gun?

" It's not a story about Bitcoin. It's a story about what's left of a man when he refuses to be his bank account." In the heart of Bristol, amid the acrid smell of paint and the electrical hum of clandestine servers, the most dangerous identity of the century is born. Robin Gunningham didn't want to be rich; he wanted to be free. But freedom comes at a price no cryptographic function can calculate. While the world chases the shadow of Satoshi Nakamoto through financial charts and journalistic investigations, Mercedes Fiorenova leads us into the bunker where aggressive activism meets the silence of the soul. Between a work that self-destructs under the blows of an auction gavel and a code that slips into the depths of the Darknet, I'M Satoshi Nakamoto (Banksy) is a brutal and poetic descent into the failure of modern utopias. dark true novel . A journey alongside a man who burned a billion-dollar treasure to remain a ghost, and a woman, Lauren, who dances on the edge of a bipolar abyss to witness the end of the world as we know it. Are you ready to discover that the truth isn't written in a digital wallet, but on the wall they just tried to tear down?