Powerdifference Stories

Of all the arts, dance is the most wonderful. And of all the entertainers that Lord Diavolo has seen in his time on the throne, you know that you will be the one to capture his interest. For even if he does not care for the personality you have hidden away, it is impossible to lose interest in the art of dance. It is simply too beautiful, and you are simply too good at it. ~Oneshot

" Dance with me death, I am ready. " -Terry Goodkind, Stone of Tears .... She used to be a sweet girl. A girl, one but of a child. She's survived a life, killed a few too. But she has never lived one. We all here have heard of death itself. Am I right? Well, what is that phrase referring to exactly? Is it a great deity haunting or prospering a being until their final breath? Is there a great being waiting for a lucky someone in the afterlife, split into two different lands? Or is it just like taking a really long nap that was strongly desired by the desiree? Do beings lie down stuck down to Earth, watching people walk by, but never being able to wave to them? Aurelie didn't think much of it, but when she did do it, she felt bliss, but that was soon ruined by the everlasting fact that she didn't die 'peacefully.' Instead, she was ruined by the fact she woke up in a very unsettling place. .... Rylan welcomed the fact that his ancestors shared his blood. He accepted the fact that five generations before him, that one singular woman created this hell that everyone would freeze over Nascent. The full name was Nascent Morimur, but apparently, it sounded more like a phrase than a kingdom. Only a certain few, and certain deaths would be able to witness themselves . . . Aurelie kept secrets. Lots of them. Rylan kept his soul locked away--for the better or worse? He didn't know. So why is it? Why did he want to know the beautiful girl who refused to talk or eat nothing but bread for a week? Why was he so mesmerized by her beautiful lips and unique eyes that held more answers than any words her plump lips could answer. She was a storm. He was an earthquake. Step into a storm, and the life you held looked after will be ruined. An latter is unstable and rash, not having a clue of what it might be doing to other people. Combine the two? You have a fucking war.

A collection of shorter stories in a world were most have superpowers. "This is it" Nick thought as he left Mr. Rodger's office "I either rob a super powerful A rank or become a toy" Each story will be 1 to 5 parts and will hold a special place in my heart. This is my first book so please give it a shot.

On a frozen battlefield, a legendary warrior meets the most ridiculous challenger imaginable. Sephiroth, the One-Winged Angel, meets Eric Cartman-a rotund boy with an oversized ego and zero sense of danger. What follows is equal parts absurd and epic: insults fly, powers clash, and a battle of sheer audacity unfolds. One is a godlike swordsman; the other... well, he's Eric Cartman. Chaos, comedy, and a clash of worlds collide in a fight neither will forget.

There are Truths to this world in which people choose to ignore on daily basis to preserve their own convenience. Many truths that became popular these days are the absence of good and evil, or the existence of different social constructs in the world. These short stories are aimed to show some of The Truths of the World.