Observation Stories

History of time and space within the Voidworlds Universe. The Void Keepers and Void Lords are thoroughly explained.

Dr. Jane arrives in London with nothing but a medical bag, an empty purse, and a house she can barely afford - number 28, Brixton Hill. On her very first night, she's dragged into the dark by a stranger in a black coat... and comes face to face with Violet Holmes: brilliant, reckless, and rumoured to be the last living connection to a detective who vanished seven years ago. Together they move into a crumbling old house. Together they get pulled into London's most guarded secret - a kidnapped boy, a family too powerful to name, and a killer who doesn't miss twice. But Violet has secrets of her own. Disguises. Disappearances. A smile that doesn't always reach her eyes. When a bullet meant for Violet finds Jane instead, one truth can no longer stay hidden: Violet Holmes is London's most famous consulting detective - and Jane has just become her Watson.

a collection of thoughts i probably would not say out loud. things i notice about people. things i miss. things i pretend not to care about. opinions no one asked for. questionable decisions. memories that come back at inconvenient times. tiny existential crises. movies that changed my brain chemistry. songs i have accidentally built entire personalities around. i write about growing up, love, loneliness, identity, creativity, friendships, strangers, being perceived, being misunderstood, wanting everything and sometimes wanting nothing at all. mostly, i am interested in people and why they do the things they do. the conversations we replay in our heads. the people we wonder about long after they have left. the strange little moments that somehow end up meaning everything. somewhere between a diary and a conversation with someone i have never met. written anonymously because some thoughts are easier to tell strangers. consider this the table in the back of a cafe that probably does not exist, where the conversation gets a little too personal.

This book is not about success. Not about relationships. Not about advice. This is a voice. The voice of a woman who is tired of being a function. Who has realized that strength is not a cause, but a symptom. Who has stopped apologizing for her silence and for her anger. There are no fictional characters here. There is her. And her monologues. About everyday life, about death, about love, about instant noodles, and about how to stay alive when everyone around you expects you to be "convenient." If you have ever felt that you are loved like a ladder - as long as you bear the weight - this book is for you. Living loudly is not about noise. It's about honesty.

~This is not a book . It is a collection of thoughts-some born from experience, some from observation, some from a cup of tea, and some simply from wondering *why things are the way they are.* I believe every day has something to teach us. Sometimes wisdom comes from a great idea; sometimes from a mistake, a conversation, a stranger, a mountain, a moment of loneliness-or even from something completely ridiculous. So I began writing one thought for each day. Some may inspire you. Some may make you question yourself. Some may make you smile. Some may disagree with what you believe. And some may be nothing more than a thought that happened to visit me that day. I don't intend to present these words as absolute truths. Its all intended to my personal Philosophy, to me, is not about collecting conclusions-it is about learning to ask better questions. These pages are therefore a record of my way of seeing: **wisdom and nonsense, certainty and doubt, seriousness and humour, reality and imagination-all allowed to sit at the same table.** If even one sentence makes you stop for a moment and look at life differently, then perhaps the writing has served its purpose. (i hope so):0 Read a page when you need a thought. Read two when you need perspective. And whenever you disagree-you are more than welcome to correct me, That means you are thinking. and i praise that... - YOURS CAPTAIN-

Twenty strangers awaken inside a facility with no memory of how they got there. The only way out is to survive a series of deadly games where every decision carries a cost, every mistake could be their last, and trust is the most dangerous gamble of all. As the number of survivors dwindles, unlikely bonds begin to form in a place built on fear, forcing them to choose between saving themselves and protecting the people they've come to care about. But the deeper they descend into the facility, the harder it becomes to ignore one unsettling question- If the games are only meant to decide who lives... why is someone recording every choice they make? Some truths are more dangerous than death. And sometimes... surviving is only the beginning.

A quiet, surreal reflection on moments that don't ask to be understood. "A Shape No One Named" explores the strange beauty of existence without meaning-where the world bends, time hesitates, and reality feels just slightly out of place. Instead of searching for answers, this poem sits in the unknown, capturing a feeling that can't quite be explained... only experienced. For anyone who's ever felt disconnected, lost in thought, or caught in a moment that didn't need a reason-just presence.

Everyone has a weakness. Mattheo Riddle's just happened to have blonde hair, a sharp tongue, and a habit of lighting cigarettes on the Astronomy Tower. What starts as teasing and stolen glances slowly becomes the kind of love that changes everything-for better and for worse. But when the wizarding world descends into war, the line between love and survival begins to blur, and the people they're trying hardest to protect may be the ones they hurt the most. Some promises are worth dying for. Some people are worth living for.

You spend enough time with another person, you end up falling for them. The observation of the mundane, everyday moments between a couple married before love that illustrates how they slowly fall for one another.

A collection of real-life observations, celebrations and manifestations occurring on a daily basis.

poem, duh

i can feel the pain inside my chest when i saw someone's crying. i don't want to fall inlove i keep running away from cupid's arrow i don't want to fall because i don't want to break

A Record of Unsettling Things is a collection of unexplained paranormal experiences the author has encountered since childhood. This book serves as a personal log of strange, unsettling, and unforgettable moments.

So basically this is a book where I'll write down my thoughts and beliefs.Here I'll discuss various aspects of life and human emotions. Feel free to comment your thoughts on the matter as well. Warning!!!!!!! This is for enlightened people only. If you've come here hoping to find action,drama, romance and lust then you are at the wrong place my friend.

A closer look at information and conspiracies that have been in Americas history for years but are just now starting to be revealed. 'In the Blink of an Eye' the information is well looked into and thought out before shown to the public. It comes with well provided links and photos to show the point of the view and the truth in the matter... Things happen within a blink of an eye and the human eye is only able to get a glimpse of that moment before it ends.

What if no one was really paying attention

"Children, this is Mr. Curtain," Jane said, pointing at the first man, "and this-" she pointed at the second man, "-is Mr. Thompson." "Hello, kids," Mr. Thompson spoke, "I believe you know why we are here." "Today, we will select two of you to join two different boarding schools on opposite ends of the country," Mr. Curtain growled. "Today, two of your lives will be changed forever." -=- Kate Christiana Norris is exceptionally smart and observant for a sixteen year old. When two men came to the orphanage, she hoped that neither she or her sister, Isabel, would be chosen to go to two different boarding schools. Well, she did, and she and her newfound group of friends are trying everything in her power to be reunited with her sister.

A warning to humankind. Have you ever realized- that there is something in this world quietly working to turn humans into its servants? This presence advances silently, steadily, creeping ever closer into the corners of your daily life. What follows is the testimony, the record, and the gospel of a human who has witnessed the truth. Cover illustration: Drawn by the author's daughter.

Observational Experiences is about how you can choose to observe what you are experiencing in that moment and how it can change you whether you observe them in a positive way or negative way. God plays a role in this because I feel he knows our lives and what's gonna happen before they happen but we have to make choices and pick paths. The description makes more sense if you read the poem so go ahead!

Expressing my random thoughts through my writing ✨