Unreliablenarrator Stories

There are three things Dakota Greyson believes with absolute certainty. The first, that no matter how religious others try to make her, no amount of prayer will make money rain from the sky. The second, that imperfection can be as much a blessing as perfection can be a curse. And finally, the third, that if resurrection and/or reincarnation were plausible then surely she'd ended up somewhere better than an impoverished middle-class family in central America. After all, what are the chances of waking in a stranger's body? A teenager's body? Of finding herself somewhere more outlandish than her grandmother's humble abode? Of discovering a town so saturated in trauma that her own suddenly feels like nothing more than mediocre misery. Accepting the change had been a hard pill to swallow. A truth she hadn't wanted to accept. Life, however, is a cancer. It doesn't give you the decency of time. It rips the curtain back before you've finished dressing, it tosses obstacles with spikes at you with a laugh, it finds entertainment in hardships and heartbreak. It strips you of your identity and leave you with a new one.

Title: Small People Description: Kayne Ray has spent his life being overshadowed-by his towering Vareshian lineage, by his powerful older brother, and most of all, by the cruel legacy of his father, a man feared for his hatred of humans. Unlike his family, Kayne wants nothing to do with the supremacy that shaped his childhood, but breaking free from his past has left him isolated, awkward, and adrift in a city built for giants like him. Everything changes the day he accidentally injures a human woman in a dark alley. Small enough to fit in the palm of his hand, Val is delicate, wary, and utterly alone. Wracked with guilt, Kayne takes her into his apartment to recover, intending to send her on her way. But days pass, and neither of them seem eager for her to leave. As Kayne struggles with the suffocating weight of his father's estate, a brother who demands more than he can give, and a world that will never fully accept his rejection of Vareshian dominance, Val becomes an unlikely anchor in his chaotic life. But the longer she stays, the more tangled his emotions become. His protectiveness warps into something deeper, something dangerous-a hunger he knows he has no right to indulge. Torn between his desires and his duty, Kayne must walk a thin line between the man he wants to be and the instincts clawing at his restraint. Because Val trusts him. And breaking that trust might shatter more than just the fragile sanctuary they've built-it might ruin them both. A slow-burn fantasy romance about power, restraint, and the forbidden pull of two beings from vastly different worlds, is a story of longing, control, and the delicate balance between fear and desire.

Detective Christopher Arte thought he knew who he was. And where he belonged. But Roseminster is changing. People act strangely. Landmarks shift. Details don't stay the same from one day to the next. And a brutal murder pulls Arte into a case that slips through his memory as quickly as he investigates it. Worse-someone seems to be watching him. Commenting. Correcting. The Great Story of Arte is a psychological mystery about identity, control, and the quiet collapse of a city that doesn't want to be understood.

A poem based on the inquiry: Define "whatever it takes." Trash of the count's family fan-fiction poem. (Have in mind is the first poem I've written and first fanfiction I've posted.) First language isn't English.

Dot Alby was just a face in the crowd. A quiet woman with plain clothes, a factory job, and no record. Until the day she was arrested for a string of killings so calculated, so untraceable, that experts still don't know how she did it. But the real horror begins after her capture. As Dot sits silently in a cell, the murders continue-impossible, identical, and signed with her name. A doctrine begins to spread. Clean. Poetic. Unstoppable. It calls itself The Correction. Victims range from the powerful to the cruel to the seemingly ordinary. There's no pattern, no demands. Only one chilling promise: "You were never waiting for change. You were waiting for permission." As society begins to fracture under the weight of its own secrets, those who once sought justice are forced to confront a question more terrifying than guilt: What if she's right?

What if everything you thought happened... was just how your mind chose to remember it? After the accident, Grace returns to school. Everyone looks at her with pity. But she's fine. She knows she is. Now, Grace starts to wonder if her mind is showing her the world as it is... or as she wants to see it. Because when guilt distorts the lens, even lies can look like the truth.

"I see a song of past romance I see the sacrifice of man I see portrayals of betrayal And a brother's final stand I see you on the brink of death I see you draw your final breath I see a woman who gets to make it home alive But it's no longer you.." says the thrall. "But why?... who?! How??" the lavender yelled (yeah. that sums it all lmao, lyrics from "no longer you" by Jorge Rivera-Herrans)

She knows something is wrong. She just can't bring herself to let it go- not when it feels like the only thing keeping her alive.

27 Minutes to Eclipse is a darkly gripping tale of twin siblings, Sol and Selene, bound by blood, trauma, and a supernatural curse: every time they both die, the clock rewinds 27 minutes to the moment before the first twin's death. But this gift-or curse-comes at a cost. Memories of each loop stay with them, twisting their perception of time, morality, and each other. As their lives spiral deeper into chaos, the twins navigate the suffocating weight of their codependency, the unspoken secrets that fester between them, and the growing wedge driven by Mia-a steady but unwitting outsider who stumbles into their fractured world.

The dark story of a reclusive man who, after years of loneliness, emerges from his abandoned apartment with the complex philosophy that death is the ultimate solution to life's suffering.

This is my entry for TEGSA 2025. --- Melissa is the only one who knows her dad didn't kill her mom. She knows a monster did it. She saw it herself when she was nine years old. Or so she thinks. Now, being twenty-three and fresh out of college, she knows there is no such thing as monsters. There weren't any voices to hide from under her blanket, there weren't any shadows chasing her in the halls, those were all fantasies of a kid with too much imagination. Yet, she is still determined to find out what really happened to her parents, and most of all, why. Because the one thing she does know, is that people have lied to her. All of them. All the time. --- 🥇First place in the Hollowed Verse Awards (min 1k reads category) 🥉 Third place in the Moonlight Trove | Astania Awards 2025 (Mystery)

In the dim light of a riverside café in Tokyo, a photographer and his young muse sit across from each other at the end of another long shoot. He is Chiu Tien - known to the art world by a borrowed name, Edward - a man weathered by decades of chasing beauty that never stays. She is Narumi, introduced to him years ago as Yuri Tanaka, a nineteen-year-old model with the composure of someone twice her age. Over six years, they build a quiet, unspoken intimacy - a current of trust, fascination, and restraint that binds them beyond the boundaries of art. But when their final meeting ends with a promise and a photograph never meant to be developed, what emerges later in a Taipei studio will fracture everything he believes about memory, truth, and the nature of seeing. The Shutter is a meditation on the relationship between artist and muse, on beauty's impermanence, and on how love - like light - exists only in what it touches before it fades.

Lillith Villareal never worried about her status. She had her perfect friends, her rock-solid relationship with Chase Hamill, and an effortless command of her senior year. That entire reality is surgically destroyed the day the new girl walks through the front doors. It starts with subtle snubs, a cold shoulder in the hallway, and then the poisonous rumors that spread through every group chat. Lillith watches in silent horror as her entire social structure is systematically turned against her, her memories twisted, and her sanity questioned. The calculated cruelty shatters her relationship with Chase, leaving her utterly alone. But this isn't just high school drama. When a student is found dead, Lillith becomes the prime suspect in the court of whispers, framed by events she can't prove she didn't cause. She's fighting not just to expose the lies, but to prove she hasn't lost her mind. Can Lillith convince Chase-or anyone-that she's not the villain before the real culprit ensures she's permanently replaced? Originally Published: 04/06/19 Rewritten Version Started on: 22/10/25 Finished: 19/11/25 Status: Completed Most Impressive Ranking: #1 falseaccusation #1 yadrama #10 replaced #20 gaslighting #14 unreliablenarrator #13 isolation #12 newgirl #103 psychologicalthriller #376 suspense #670 betrayal #928 lgbtq

I'm Nathen Skiroe (I'm not the main character or the narrator); no, this tale is not about me. I'm that side character no one cares about; I was that ordinary guy who loved being in his own skin. I had good friends and no trauma (I even have a girlfriend) until the evening of the day prior to the first day of my senior year, and the first day itself started looping. Sounds cliché, like an old fable, and it's already happened in the movies, right? ... Six of us got stuck in this manhole, one of us could regenerate, and the rest of us, including myself, would die if killed and bleed if scathed. Only 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗮 𝗗𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀 could regenerate. 𝗞𝗲𝗹𝘆𝗻𝗲𝗻 𝗬𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘀 was our hope, the leader, our friend, and the main character on the edge. Fin and Tris were our emotional support. My girlfriend Arnelia... Unfortunately, I got stuck, and fortunately, I'm with her. We were the six. And there wasn't a single problem. There were problems. One-the loop we got stuck in Two-Matt Wyljac's death Three-The deal I and Arnelia made with Kelynen's worst enemy... Four- Kelynen's obsession with the 'K' room But I would often wonder... Why Kelynen dealt with things alone... Nothing strange with him, but... You will never get to know some things until you force them out of his mouth. It was on one instance that I learned we had more than four problems. I would have expected the twist if I were watching a movie, but... I didn't because it was my real life, and even if somebody had warned me, I would have thought "No way that's gon' happen." But don't think you could see it coming. Psst I forgot... Welcome to Petra. Petra?... The school. Again: Don't believe everything Kelynen Yildras ever says to you... He is a good liar, I'm a better liar and I've had a good experience with that. Again and again: I'm a better liar than him.

I was transformed by experimental nanotechnology. Now I have to testify to prove I'm human, not the property of the corporation that engineered me, even if telling the truth means condemning myself for my past crimes.

13 strangers 13 stories. Each lives in isolation - a flicker of dread in their ordinary lives - until every path bends toward a single impossible moment in time. A voice on the phone. A broken watch. A door that shouldn't exist. When they finally converge at the same place, the same hour, the truth is no longer linear. And time refuses to move forward.

Phil's wife, Megan, and his daughter, Jilly-bean, are the reasons he gets up bright and early every morning, puts on a suit and tie, and sits in rush hour traffic on his way to a job that has become unbearable. For years, the only way he's managed to get through his workday has been by secretly exchanging an absurd photo of a monkey walking a dog with his wife, hiding it in her purse, or finding it tucked into his briefcase. At work, Phil becomes the point person for the firm's biggest client, Trollamex, a multi-national chemical manufacturer. He's tasked with hiding its deceptive practices and helping the company to dodge its accountability for ruining the lives of thousands of customers. Nearing his breaking point, Phil brings his concerns to his boss, Carl who tells Phil in barely decipherable corporate-speak that he's being overly-dramatic. When the situation escalates, Phil suffers a meltdown, jumps into his car, and takes off on a two-day road-trip where he is thrown out of a club for dancing so badly they think he's drunk, is nearly beaten to a pulp by two guys at a restaurant who call Phil a communist for not taking his kid to Disneyworld, and faces jail time when a raccoon pilfering Cheez-It's in his car attacks a police officer. When he finds the monkey/dog photo in his pocket he experiences a moment of clarity. Phil realizes that he must go home to the family he loves, quit his job, and find a way to take on Trollamex. "Vital Signs" is a cautionary tale of one man's odyssey in search of his humanity and the dangers of running off-leash.

She witnessed something she never should have and it turned her world ǝpᴉsdn uʍop. And he... He was programmed to eliminate all witnesses. So why did she survive? ------------ xoxo unreliable narrator

Muses, Mishaps, and Murder! by Janky Fluffy I brought the book back with a brand-new look. Shady government agents kidnap and force playwright Mason Crawley to solve a cold case involving a business cult, muses, and corporate orphanages. Can a company raise your children better than you? For lovers of bizarre fantasy romances with a hint of cozy mystery and sci-fi. Muses, Mishaps, and murder! Contains - shape-shifters, fae, wolf-people, dragons, spaceships, laser guns, secret agents, muses, and plenty of hot chocolate. A Mason Crawley Swallowed a Curse Cozy Mystery Rated 12 and up. @JankyFluffy

CROSSPOSTED FROM AO3!! I AM THE AUTHOR! - Elliot knows damn well these sentinels cannot keep going on like this, and yet they do. He's restless-tired, tired of running around, healing these guys, and what do THEY do? Sit around and linger like the lazy fucks they are! While he gets mauled.. mauled like a piece of meat.. a bag of bones. He'll show these fucking stunners what he's been through, the torture they've put him through. Carnage, carnage will start. Blood will rain. Not by the hands of the killers, but his. He'll just have to play it 'safe'. - Or; Elliot makes everyone pay. Yes everyone. (Please, read the tags. And beware, as this is VERY out of character, if you didn't see. Elliot is very deeply mischaracterized.)