Trippy Stories

In 2037 after an AI program designed to correct ecological balance goes rogue and throws humanity back to the stone age, the world turns cold, frozen in a centuries long ice age. Thirteen year old Inez has only her older brother Ender, her friends Emilee, Gage and Michi and the stories told by the settlement elders around communal fires about the World Before. They called this dark age The Static. By the year 2737 no one remembered what caused it, but they knew what it had done. The sun stopped being warm and the snow began to fall and never stopped. Forcing humanity into an archaic way of life not seen since the first ice age. But the cold did not only freeze water and flesh. It froze time. It froze memory. And worst of all, it froze distance itself. And inside that forever distance, on the edge of the horizon, a sinister place far to the north known only as The Temple sits in silent repose against the gray skies, any words for what it might have been slipped away long ago-it seemed to stretch reality like taffy pulled too thin. Those who tried to reach it, walked into the white and never returned. In a world where distance had become treacherous, as hope entered its darkest hour, the last child to be born in Acadia for a decade, began to dream. As small and fragile as a bird with hollow bones, Nēoa is cherished and protected as the last child the settlement may ever have. Are her dreams, whispering songs only she can hear, a possible answer to the Static? To find out--Inez; with Ender, Emilee, Michi and Gage are the only ones strong enough, young enough, and desperate enough to try the impossible. Escort the most protected girl in their world across the endless ice, across a landscape where distance cannot be trusted to a place no one has ever reached, guided only by dreams no one else understands. And the longer the temple stays out of their reach, the harder it is to remember why they left home at all.

When seventeen-year-old Naya Porter moves from Boston to rural Georgia to live with her dad and aunt, she expects to be bored out of her mind. But there's something in the woods behind her aunt's house that has other plans for her. Something old and hateful that's trapped behind a twelve-foot-high brick wall that her family has guarded for generations. With the accompaniment of four new acquaintances from school, ranging from emerging crush to low-key nemesis, Naya must lead a deadly expedition through a breach in the wall where she'll encounter a nightmare-scape mash-up of horrifyingly real haunted houses. **New chapters drop weekly on Fridays!**

Wazzaaaahh!! This is my second poetry book. I'mma let y'all read but heads up you're in for a trip. Thank you and enjoy! (˘³˘)♥ (Cover art not mine)

»In which she was an exception to the world who forgot him« [COMPLETED] 【 SHORT STORY 】

One shots, some connected, some not, of our lovely little Max and Chloe.

Reality has never been solid. It changes. It's not controlled. It's random. The mind is the only order reality can have. What if you could control the way reality works? What if your mind was controlling reality subconsciously? What if you became aware of control?

Starbucks A mermaid A writer San Francisco

The Light is going out. Corinthian Des is a native of the planet Corinth, on the outskirts of the Wheel. The Corinthians once watched the Light at the center of the galaxy for signs from which they would interpret Prophecy; but for a century, the Light has become dimmer and dimmer. Des has been on a lifelong journey to the center of the Wheel to understand why this is happening and what it means, but now, after thirty years of travelling and only a third of the way to the center, Des is ready to surrender and prepares to live until he dies - whenever that may be - on an unknown planet, on the outskirts of the city of Na Falun, when a fateful encounter with the nameless Boy in the Market changes his plans.

The parents of son and daughter, Ambrose and Rainn Leroy, were greedy...which caused the two to leave home for good. To join a gang and to make their way to the top... Who will die? Who will survive? Who will make it to the top? Will the trip take over? Enjoy your stay you lost soul....

Short Story - What if the version of you that survived wasn't the one that stayed real? Micah wakes in a world that feels slightly wrong. The storm is gone. The girl is gone. The static hum is louder. As his memories fragment and reflections move before he does, Micah begins to question everything - including himself. Guided by flickering visions and a fading girl named Wren, he's drawn toward something called The Anchor: a psychic structure built to hide a memory so devastating, it split him in two. But the closer he gets, the more the world glitches - time loops, doors vanish, and a version of himself steps out of the static. The truth isn't cosmic. It's personal. And it's waiting.

CTFxc Charles Trippy and Alli trippy fan fiction. When Pollys life turns into a painful nightmare, she turns to nothing but a simple CTFxC video. However things go very wrong for Alli and Charles so they stop vlogging. Polly begins to suffer and things get worse and worse leading her almost being murdered. Can Charles and Alli save her or will it be to late.

alternative, trippy and useless thoughts created by the darkest parts of my last few remaining brain cells :)

THIS IS VERY FLUFFY. I WROTE THIS FOR MYSELF BUT ANYONE IS FREE TO READ. i didn't make the cover. all i own is the story. this isn't my first story but like no hate please i'm really trying. i don't update often but it really depends. i love and respect Sav and if she wants me to take it down i will. (if she even finds this). anyways, please don't hate, i'm not the best at writing.

Desperate to keep his mother from dying from a terminal illness, Thomas prays to the God he had stopped believing in. Things begin to take a grotesque and confusing turn of events when God appears before Thomas- but God didn't look like Thomas expected him too.

My whole life i've felt out of place. Not just normal human out of place, out of place like I KNOW that I do not belong here. There's no way to explain it, I know anyone who hears me say that will only chuckle and say welcome to the club. But its not just society that I am estranged from -its this world. Every night I dream of bright colors, colors that I have no name for. I see things that don't make sense, structures that defy gravity, beings so strange...And then I loose it.

balls also yeah my poetry has improved yippee