Past-present-future Stories

A nonfictional book some time fictional because I write ✍️ about my books characters that are fictional but mostly about my road to writing my books as a rookie etc etc

Icefur has never needed anyone. Not her family, not the other Fighters of Justice, not the outcast tigers and Dragons who insist on trying to befriend her, and certainly none of the star-realm, who keep trying to use her to speak to the living. They can do their talking on full moons; they don't need HER. As she keeps isolating herself, more and more visions start seeping through. The Northian lights are bringing long-lost spirits to her, and whatever she does they just get louder. She tries to flee, travelling alone to the Northernmost point of Glässandür. Further than she's ever gone before, Icefur finds herself at a crossroads. She has a chance to change her world forever... (Cover art credit goes Falcon, an amazing friend of mine on Scratch! Thank you so much for making this, I'm glad you'll finally get to read the story behind this image :)

A past she ignores. A present she despises. A future she's unsure about. She does know that it involves a death, though, and it's a death she's been looking forward to. ✦✦ Tragedies are something Gracelyn is accustomed to. Despite their endless lashes, they never succeeded in breaking her completely. Why? Because she had him. Then, the final tragedy strikes, and just like that, he's gone. Three years older and a new person, Gracelyn discovers new information and a shocking connection between the tragic death and herself. Imbedded too deep inside the cold mystery, she decides to return and investigate further, hoping for the possibility of revenge. However, avenging her brother's murder was a task easier said than done. Being forced to move back to her tragedy-tainted hometown was stressful enough as it was. When she uncovers secrets and past misdeeds that were best left untouched, Gracelyn realizes her brother might not be as innocent as she once believed. ✦✦ • extended summary inside • • this is the original version aka the worst version • • cover by @misscaulfield • • if you are sensitive to rape, abuse, or anything along these lines, read at your own risk • • check out the new rewritten version of this book on my profile titled "Desolation" •

"The literal meaning of life is whatever you're doing that prevents you from killing yourself." ― Albert Camus "Azumi, what is that sin you are referring to?", Chifuyu toned down. "Just merely existing. Because I happened, people had faced so many misfortune", her voice broke. The blonde had an angered expression on his face. He wanted to go on a rampage as he wondered how much her household broke her to even think that merely existing was a sin. He led Azumi's head to lean on his chest. "You're injured", the girl raised her head and showed concern for the lad's welfare. "I just got some scratches. Look at you, wipe your face. Taka-san and the others might arrive soon", the blonde tried to lighten the mood. Azumi gave a soft punch to Chifuyu's chest and whined about having to bring Mitsuya into the conversation. "Even if this is uncalled for, I had always wished for Baji-san to find forgiveness. I know for sure that Mikey already put it behind him and is genuinely a friend to Baji-san regardless of the past. I want him to know that he's forgiven and I hope he knows it's time to forgive himself. Azumi, I hope for the same thing for you", the blonde said and wondered why he couldn't hear anything from Azumi. Chifuyu opened his eyes and saw Azumi's tears falling like a droplet of rain. She doesn't make any sound when she cries. Credits: Ken Ryuji (Tokyo Revenger Creator) and Photos used