Nonlinear Stories

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

Ki Centauri is a man with many faces. The life of a military peacekeeper is not a kind one, and the people he's lost are nearly as numerous as the ones he knows. Time and time again, lives slip through his fingers, and all he is left with is the black skies of people now gone. Yet human beings cannot live without connections. Somehow, there must be a way to find friends beyond the limitations of Crest and Clan and forge connections that last and truly matter. But is the pain of finding love in an often bleak and broken world worth the cost of of threading a family across the stars? An ONC 2026 story based on prompts 29 and 69: "You will meet many people in your life. Many will come and go, but some will leave footprints on your heart." "The stars are disappearing one by one, and only you can hear their whispers." New cover by @toruinagod!

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!!!!)

Untitled is a fragmented, introspective work that blends personal reflection, philosophy, and raw thought. Written in a non-linear style, it moves through identity, perception, social reality, music, and inner conflict without aiming for fixed answers or a single narrative. It is less a structured story and more a direct expression of how thoughts form, break, and reconnect-inviting the reader into an unfiltered mental space rather than a defined conclusion.

Neo-noir meets Texan influences in this 80s fiction about a retired MMA fighter living the rest of his days at a motel. Conall Warner is intent on the simple life until trouble arrives at his doorstep with the death of a close one. A murder to be solved for the cops and a body to mourn for the fighter. The tragedy leads Conall to spiral down a dark path in his mind as tensions emerge within a grim relationship with a resident. Conall must defeat his demons in the fighting cage he left behind years ago and also battle with the ever-deceiving world that he lives in, to claim the title in this slow burning tale. Will Conall be hunted down by his opponent, or will he train his eyes on the fight? Edited by @EvvyRxse

Before time was born. Before gods dreamed. Something existed-without name, purpose, or emotion. Abyssus. Now, as galaxies collapse and ancient truths unravel, extraordinary beings, Heralds from fractured worlds are summoned to descend into the mind of a being that predates meaning itself. To survive, they must confront their worst fears, broken reflections, and a reality where death is just recreation... and hope, a calculated lie. But Abyssus does not seek destruction. It seeks evolution. And if the Heralds fail, existence itself may become its next toy.

The battle was swift, the destruction mutual. James was trying to create a better world, and now his hopes were crushed. Floating alone in an escape pod among the debris of his dreams, James searches for an escape and a reason–an escape from death, and a reason for the betrayal of his fleet. "A Million Burning Lights" is a short story of survival in space in the aftermath of mankind's greatest mission. The cover photo is a modified photo by John Murphy. The original is available at: https://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Jalama,_Night_Sky_%288359077006%29_%282%29.jpg John Murphy in no way endorses this short story or my use of his photo.

A knight in a remote wetland faces a test of his convictions and beliefs at the hand of sinister forces. Cover Art: Willow tree © Joy Barbarich

This Poem is about that little feeling you get when you really connect with someone, even if they are a stranger they bring a sense of comfort and familiarity. This feeling comes from deep in your soul and you feel as though you have known them forever.

About a mountain and its stories. Based off me playing in the dirt during Covid.

Kageyama always said Hinata's worth was related to his jumping and spiking abilities. Everybody always said Hinata was worthless without Kageyama. After so long trying to just beat him, Hinata understood he loves Kageyama. Intensely. Desperately. Irrevocably. But would Kageyama ever see Hinata as someone worthy to love back? [COMPLETE]

Short stories about a war against demons that lasted for hundreds of years. We will follow different characters throughout the story and find out what happens to them

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.

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.

A 52 part collection- a story every week- detailing Natalie as she recalls her life, hardships, and all of the times she fell deeper in love with the one who got away.

What if our minds worked in a completely different manner? What if we could see the future as if it was the past, and know each detail of our lives from the very start? This is the non linear short story of two girls who fall in love, told in a way hard to comprehend (and interesting to write) where the present lives in the future, the future is veiwed in the past, and the past a little bit of both. A lifetime of love and passion, anticipated from the very first breath.

A love story