Nonlinear Stories

A non-linear diary of anomalous self-experience.

In the year 2082, all paths lead to Kitra IV - a desert planet rumored to be hiding an underground city of life-changing wealth. Four strangers will be forced to set their differences aside and cooperate, stranded amidst the greatest treasure hunt in the galaxy. OST: https://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLIlfu9P4AmJM Chapter artworks by https://www.instagram.com/tompi2oo7/ Some things to keep in mind: - This is my first attempt at a full novel. Chapters will drop at LEAST once every three months, as it's been so far. Some chapters may be slightly rewritten to better fit the storyline at some point in the future. The cover art, as well as the in-chapter art, will be added/polished further later on. - English isn't my native language. I apologize for any poorly constructed sentences you might find. - SFW but features swearing, alcohol, and mature topics. - This novel is human-made. Absolutely no generative AI or LLM was used in the writing, music or cover arts. Enjoying the story? Leave a star or a comment! Would love to hear your thoughts.

"𝙏𝙤𝙠𝙮𝙤 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞𝙛 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙝?" 𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑇𝑜𝑘𝑦𝑜, 𝑅𝑦𝑢𝑢 𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒-𝑀𝑖𝑘ℎ𝑎𝑖𝑙, 𝑎 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑑𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑓𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟𝑔𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑. 𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑒𝑐𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐, 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒. 𝐵𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑓𝑎𝑐𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑓𝑎𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠: 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎𝑟𝑡. 𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑔𝑖𝑟𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟 𝑠𝑘𝑖𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑛 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒

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."

Ini September dan ada kisah yang belum selesai. notes: ditulis dalam rangka event Seokjin Heart Beat milik Jin Harem Base

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.

Graduating a year early at twenty-one-years-old, Kenan expected to be farther in his journalism career by now. Instead, a year later, he's stuck being the designated coffee runner at the office. The only good part of this position is the barista that makes the orders: Jade. He's still not used to her, no matter how often they see each other-and never will he ask to change their acquaintance status into something more. But that all changes when the future of Kenan's job rests on this upcoming strict deadline for a story that could go nation wide. With the help of Jade and her suspicious journal, the two discover more than they could ever imagine while also having to manage their growing romance. "The Diary Of A Serial Killer" is a mix of genres: Thriller, Romance and LGBTQ (specifically wlw).

Some things or people keep finding their ways in your life. Maybe because it was meant to happen. Maybe because we were meant to be. I dare not say it out loud though. Genre - Romance/ Contemporary Other tags - Second chance POV - 1st Person Past Tense Copyright © 2023 Detroit99Turbulence ALL RIGHTS RESERVED I do not own the images. Copyright goes to the original owners. P.S. This one shot-even though it has nothing to do with the said characters-was inspired after I watched ten minutes clip of Rory and Jess from Gilmore Girls. One of my close friends made me watch it and I couldn't stop thinking about them. Hence this story was the consequences of my 24 hours of fangirling about the ship Ross/Jery (okay the ship names are just bad, I don't even like Ross (Friends) that much). The MCs here are nothing like them though. I just randomly made them up after a ten minute walk in my room. Lol. Yeah, sometimes I am impulsive. Anyway, I personally don't like the mistakes the main characters made in the story but hey no one is perfect. Also I feel bad for some of the characters here. #Justice_for_Cynthia #Justice_for_ArchieComics If you read the story you'll understand what I mean. Okay enjoy! ♡

Inanimate Insanity, It's Time For The, and Animatic Battle crossover, to form the worst possible parody I could have ever made. This is all satire. Hopefully I remember to actually finish this though. There's currently 4 comics of this made, so.. hopefully 4 chapters? In the future.

There are moments where everything could go differently. Most people call it chance. Iris calls it selection. She doesn't control reality. She chooses which version of it stays. At first, it's small, unnoticed, and harmless choices. Until the outcomes stop feeling random. Until people begin to notice the pattern. Until the versions that don't remain... start to matter. Between a best friend who understands her a little too well and a stranger who sees more than he should, Iris is forced to confront something she's avoided: Not every choice is neutral. And not every version of her deserves to exist. AI NOTE: I do not publish 100% raw AI material/output. I will add an AI note on books that have used AI-assisted narration. My stories were nonetheless developed from original ideas, characters, plot, and dialogue. AI tools were used to assist with descriptive language, scene expansion, and structural refinement. All final content was reviewed, edited, and shaped to reflect my own developing voice, intent, and storytelling style.

breakfast with chenle and jisung through the years; a oneshot

I'm bad at writing blurbs, this is the best that I can write, for now. Lavender flips the pages of his life, as he stares into a clock that ticks even though the needles have ceased. Gazing at a magpie which exists in that clock, Lavender wonders whether he can gain back something stolen by the thieving bird.

Everything's going wrong for Eddic and his pal, Ratto. They've gotta find their townspeople! No real rush, though.

A collection of observations, wishes, and goals. As growth occurs in life, so too will it manifest within this work. Dedicated to the loving, and the learning to love again.

Jake and Brett, once close friends, both feel like outsiders. Brett faces the harsh realities of a poverty stricken home life while Jake struggles to be noticed in the digital world. Jake, grandson of proud ex-military fighter pilot Sal Casselfield, is torn between the craftsmanship of model planes and the desire for more social acceptance. Brett as a socially withdrawn young teen is regressing to a childlike state, lost in his own world of birds and gazing sky-bound. Brett also clings to the belief in Santa Claus at thirteen years old with unshakable certainty, no matter the cost of ridicule and mockery. As Jake becomes more concerned with fitting in, the close bond between two young friends continues to fray. The story gradually unravels a once-close friendship, weaving in poignant flashbacks to their two years of shared moments. As tensions unfold in the present, it raises one question: What will it take for them to reclaim the closeness they once shared, filled with countless adventures and unforgettable moments? The charming Christmas tale explores the strain on a special friendship, growing up in a world shaped by both real-life struggles and online exclusion. It also emphasizes the power of belief and the possibility of miracles.

Global non-linear optical materials market is experiencing significant growth, with a valuation of USD 1,450 million in 2024. According to industry analysis, the market is projected to expand at a compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of 7.9%, reaching approximately USD 2,680 million by 2032. This growth is primarily driven by increasing demand in electronics, automotive, aerospace, and other industries where advanced optical materials are essential for high-performance applications.

Those are the sounds of men getting down. Large in number, maybe five or six. There are sounds of pistols clicking. How do I know this, 'cos I have a gun with me here myself. My friend beside me is holding a piece of antique pistol his great granddad was gifted for serving in WW1 - that aside, these people want the studio. Yeah, the brownie studio. Technically, they don't want to own the studio or something. They just need the recipe. The recipe to make perfect brownies.

May hiwaga ang kalawakan dahil may hiwaga ang pag-ibig. Pansamantalang umaandar ang Mga Makina.

Does the book require a writer, or is its allure simply in the history? A diary with an ever-growing narrative that travels in search of a truth about a boy, his father and a detective who is attempting to solve a murder. "Journaling" is a spiraling descent into a wicked underbelly that begins with the search for normalcy and ends in the pits of despair one can only find after failure.

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