Non-linear Stories

What is love? Anveshna - this question asked by her mom shook her and usually Anveshna never asked for answers-until life handed her questions she couldn't ignore. One summer, surrounded by silence, dust, and memories no one speaks of, she stumbles into something that changes the way she sees everything. What begins as boredom turns into a quiet unraveling of the past-layer by layer, letter by letter. She thought she knew her family. She thought she knew herself. She was wrong. the question-what is love was only the beginning and anveshna had to answer and understand many questions in this journey. A slow-burning, emotionally raw story about the search for truth, connection, and the courage to face what we're not ready to hear. "This story is also available on Wattpad, Tapas, and Medium. Please be aware that this is the same work posted by the original author."

Sam has a secret that no one besides her best friend Nick knows about. Every May 16th, something...bizarre happens to her. She flashes forward to a random point in her future, living one full day in a life she hasn't lived yet-until she falls asleep and wakes up right back where she started. With each jump, Sam meets new people who seem to know her better than she knows herself. But no matter when-or where-she lands, Nick is always her constant. As the years unfold out of order, Sam records each glimpse of the future on cassette tapes-1999, 2004, 2008, 2014, 2020-until her final tape sends her to 2024. Piece by piece, she begins to assemble a life she hasn't lived yet-and uncover truths she may not be ready to face. Still, until the jumps stop, she has no choice but to keep going...one borrowed day at a time.

Liya Merebold experiences teleportation and is never the same again.

Caleb Dume. Kanan Jarrus. Past, and present. Opportunity and consequence. Throughout the galaxy, two things were constant - the Force and the Code. Or, In which the Force finally knocks some sense into Depa Billaba's former padawan. ---- a short, non-linear collection on an idea i had. there's a plot if you squint hard enough. don't expect too much from me - i write for fun and for therapeutic purposes. i'm not a professional here, but i do my best. this might end up being more of a character study, but that's okay. now you know what you're getting into.

Knowing you felt like is a series of poems, that I wrote over the course of almost an entire year, while processing my past relationship. They are expressions of thoughts and emotions based on real memories and don't follow any chronology or hierarchy; they rather coexist(ed) simultaneously, equally. Thank you for reading.

Sora has always been in the same place, longing for the extraordinary. Keen has been on the move for a long time, aching for a place to rest. When their paths cross, their desires come into sight, but there are lessons and sacrifices both must endure before they can attain them. ❣︎

If you're reading this, you either found my research journal (DO NOT WRITE IN THIS!) or the university was careless enough or stupid enough to publish my findings. Either way, you're in for a mess. This journal was supposed to record the events of my expedition into solving an ancient codex. What it now records are the multiple near death experiences I've faced, the war I didn't even know I was a part of, and of course, a mystery that is likely going to rewrite centuries worth of history. Strap in for what is like going to be the biggest and worst discovery of my life. Yours faitfuly, ~Dexter Redmond

It was a pact. To everyone around them, Katsuki was a cruel bully, and Izuku was the eternal victim. It was their secret plan, their shield. But no one warned them that the most difficult part would begin when the game turned into something more. When the feigned punches became the desired touches, and the fierce glares became filled with tenderness. Could they find their own, secret way to be together, while the world believed they hated each other?

In a vast library of thought, where every word and book ever written or spoken is held. Every action or inaction filed not as evidence of its consequences, though they too are logged, but in perpetual evidence that creation did live on. Somewhere deep within that library at its centre, you would find a single table, boring in fashion but of sturdy construction with a high backed chair resting beside it. On the wooden surface of the table, lay a typewriter, a pencil for notation and a single unused eraser. The words being typed by some unseen librarian are thus ... --------------------------------------------------------‐------------- Writers note's , this is a work in progress inspired loosely on a painting "Archeological Reminiscence Millet's Angelus" by Salvador Dalí More chapters to come ..... This is the current piece I'm working on. All others are on pause for now .... however the first four chapters of this new (hopefully) full length fantasy anthology. I aim to finish chapter 2 "the one in the shadow" by the end of the week , and that chapter will span over "Jannis's" entire life . (There will of course be time slips , check out the first 2 echos of jannis in chapter 2 , OUT NOW!!!!)

This book is a collection of several types of Poetry from many different Edradunian authors. This book is a dive into the more simple and descriptive side of Edradunia, and how its people see the world around them. This will be the first volume of many, so look forward to my expanding collection. O dear readers, let thou learn.

Tay Tawan was not expecting to end up right back at work when he died. He was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy; he had no real troubles or regrets that he considered important enough to stop him from walking straight past 'Go' and collecting an eternal afterlife of sunflowers and good seafood. Sure, it happened a little earlier than he would have liked, but where was the use in getting hung up on that? So what was it? What sent him shuffling back into that dingy space with its desks and papers and coworkers and friends and New Thitipoom? This was going to be one hell of a useless, boring, ordinary haunting. ~~~~ *Please note: this story has been published in non-linear order. Chapters are numbered in correct order. You can read however you prefer!* *Check the tags before reading.* *This is a work of fanfiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales and incidents are used in a fictitious manner. The views and opinions expressed by the characters in this work do not reflect the views and opinions of the actual persons.* *Image in cover art credit to Dark Blue Kiss production team.*

Non-linear snippets about what I suppose is post apocalyptic magical warrior cats.

This book is a collection of Animals, tales of Folklore, and other beings that live in Edradunia. I wished not to study magic like my brother Felrich, so I went on to write this Informium. This book was made for me by my brother Felrich. It's very magical, now when I write a new entry into my book, anyone's copy also receives the new entry.

This is a love story about a boy named Lucas and a girl named Laura. It was meant to be a sci fi story, but once it got going, I followed them and let them take over. What I ended up with was something I had never meant to write but did anyway.

A collection of short stories that take place in the multiverse of "Trinity". Trinity is a storyline that includes countless universes. Within and in-between these universes lie several powerful beings, some benevolent, others murderous. Follow along with them and piece together their stories bit by bit...

The body of Charlotte Davies washes up on the bank of a river in a small town. The main suspects are Anne Davies, Terrence Drew and Oliver Jones. Any of them could have done it. The question is: which one? Read this non-linear fiction novel to find out more! ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #3 in Non-linear #106 in Investigation Updated every Tuesday! If you like the story, please vote. It helps a lot :)

An original work about an Android in a world ruled by Robotkind, who struggles to remember his past while helping Humankind rebel against his fellow robots.

in a decaying city where reality rewrites itself and memory cannot be trusted, hal awakens again and again, searching for meaning in a world designed to obscure it. godd watches all-an omnipresent system where technology and spirituality have become indistinguishable. as the sky pulses and time fractures, hal and others like them-half-saviors, half-simulations-begin to slip the recursion. but breaking free has a cost, and not everyone wants to remember who they were before the world collapsed. a psychologically intense descent into self, identity, and the disintegration of meaning, the children of the black veil is a nightmare you wake up inside.

If Rick had just kept his calm when he found Nancy in a crate and sealed it back, then this non-linear crime thriller of a botched operation leading to a series of events affecting surrounding people, wouldn't have happened. This story is the first of Agurs Smith Emerald, your thoughts on the chapters and story will always be appreciated. He will use it to better himself as he writes the next story. Thank you for choosing to read Disclaimer: Something was attempted for this story, and it was that there wasn't any internal monologue from either the character or the author. Relying on the character's actions and dialogue, won't be present in the next story.

When the world crumbled and fell silent... A new order rose from its ashes... The Apocalypse wasn't a disaster... It was a design. Welcome to the dawn of the New World Empire :)