Subtext Stories

How can we communicate effectively? Why do we need to?

The year is 2050. The world has entered into an Age of Post-scarcity under the influence of a one world government which was forged by a conglomerate of tech companies (Google, Facebook, Amazon, Tencent etc.). Rico is a citizen of this world Technocracy. Thus all of his basic necessities are secured by this state-of-the-art Machine of State. Yet Rico doesn't have a job. Doesn't have a purpose. Unwittingly, Rico gets involved with a network of revolutionary terrorists fighting this One World Technocracy. Thus Rico falls unwittingly into the "Techno Underworld".

I don't predict myself to live long.

A short story that explores art (in all of its forms), meaning, and introspection in a contemporary way. Non-graphic themes of suicide are also explored in this work, so please exercise caution when reading.

Have you ever wondered the lengths you would go to get Destiel to become canon? the reader finds themself in a universe with their favourite hunters; Sam and Dean Winchester. They don't know how they got there or why they're there but one thing is for certain... they WILL make Destiel cannon. I'm re-editing this fic for grammar mistakes, plot point changes and changing all the pronouns to gender-neutral. Btw none of the art is mine except the cover and none of the characters are mine except the reader. This is also my first book so it will be pretty crap.

Who will dare expose the unthinkable, defy the omniscient? The wicked betray the wanton. This story is not the story. Words weigh what is felt without words.

A captain finds himself stuck between a hard place and a rock. His crew, alone in dangerous space, struggles to coordinate there ship against the encounter that awaits them. Will they survive? Or will the truth of there reality eat them inside?

Ivy's life had always consisted of two things: begrudging regret, and her tendency to detach from reality.

Hello my children! I wrote a think about Drarry bc im trash, i mean look at my acc lol. wellllll i hope you like it!

> Lena Holloway is the girl no one really sees-except when they want to mock her poems or steal her look. Raised under religious silence, she's perfected invisibility at Westerburg High... until Heather Chandler finds her sketchbook and calls her a "tragic genius." Pulled into the world of the Heathers, tangled in a storm with new student JD, and drifting apart from the only person who might understand her-Veronica Sawyer-Lena is forced to choose: Be silent. Or be known. But being known comes with a price. And Lena's had enough of burning alone. > "I survived you. Now I write in ash and ink." ✨ OC-Centric Rewrite • Slow-Burn Angst • Adapted Songs + Original Lyrics 🎭 Themes: Trauma, Power, Queer Subtext, Soft Goth Aesthetic, Survival

subtext so delicious, it'll make you drool, shiver, and read 'til your mind's blown..... I hope.

This is a short story about a boy who is waiting for a dying peach tree on his family's property to fall. The boy is constantly asking his mother when it will fall and trying to make it fall sooner... But a little girl is watching his attempts and helping the tree... This is meant to be a story about mental health or more so mental health is the subtext. You will see what I mean when you read it.

Hamlet is many things, but stupid is not one of them. Horatio wishes he could do more than watch his friend, the man he loves, destroy himself. This is a more detailed look at Act 5 scene 2 of Hamlet with a focus on the perspective and emotions of Horatio. There is some subtle hamlet/horatio if you squint, but what can i say? I'm a sucker for my favorite tragic danish boyfriends. I may add more to this this eventually, but I think I'll mark it as complete for now. This is my first published story since 7th grade, (I know, right?) so please give me your thoughts on it!

A grieving mother is reminded of her miscarriage, and the objects around her house remind the mother of her daughter's untouched bedroom. A state of sadness can lead to an epiphany and lead to a some kind of hope from the smallest actions.

Raphael Bykov campione della categoria pesi massimi tra i mutanti, possiede tutto quello che un giovane come lui potrebbe desiderare: ventuno anni, di cui buona parte passati sul ring, una moglie sua coetanea che per lavoro fa la modella, palestre, piscine, automobili ville e uno dei personal trainer più rinomati al mondo... Eppure il ragazzo, causa la morte della madre Katrina, sta affrontando un periodo di profonda solitudine e depressione, nonostante Monalisa la sua mogliettina faccia tutto ciò che è in suo potere per rallegrarlo lui scava sempre più la propria fossa dell'autodistruzione: Si allena giorno e notte levandosi il lusso di dormire, mangia in modo sconsiderato a volte digiuna a volte si ingozza, ignora bellamente le attenzioni di chi gli vuole 'bene' nulla sembrerebbe far rivivere il possente toro che porta per cognome, si è mimetizzato tra le pecore, ha mollato, gettato la spugna... Questo toro arretra non carica è impaurito come un agnello in mezzo ai lupi. Ed in effetti ha i suoi buoni motivi lui il mutante più virile della Russia intera desidera soltanto essere libero di amare chi vuole ma, in Russia l'omosessualità viene vista come un reato... Forse un angelo... No un drago lo può salvare.