Worldproblems Stories

What's it mean to live? To embrace the present, having forgiven the past and forgotten the future? ~ This is the collection of my poetry from 2025 :)

In the world of Pinnacle, bloodlines rule, hybrids are hunted, and princesses are taught to stay quiet. Solace was born from forbidden blood and raised inside a system designed to control her, she refuses to accept a world divided by fear. She wants connection instead of separation. A future where difference isn't a death sentence. Kingdoms are built around singular powers, fire, telekinesis, shadow's. These shape culture, armies, and law. Mixing bloodlines is forbidden. Exceptional princesses may be trained, but most are traded, silenced, or used. As secrets unravel and rebellion ignites, Solace's existence alone begins to fracture the old order. Kingdoms tremble, crews form, lines meant to stay separate start to blur. In a world built on blood, power, and legacy, Solace must decide how much she's willing to break to prove one truth. Hybrids are not curses, they are the future.

❛𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚎, 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚘𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚌 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜❜

The story, from the same world as Militsioner, revolves around a person named Sergei, who has lost most of his memory. He wakes up in a quiet rural town. He has a sentence to live here and not leave the town until further notice. He is under constant surveillance by the Militsionerka (the policewoman in Russian) in case he tries to escape. But he discovers that there are terrifying, mysterious events happening without explanation, and now he has to try to survive and find out what is happening in this town.

Life in the cyber world was perfect for Rina, until one day she had to face the consequences of spending too little time in the real world. One day, she decided to go back and give the cyber world another chance and from then on she met the man of her dreams. Or so she thought. What kind of adventures awaits them? What will life throw in their way? Will they have a happy ending?

A nuclear winter has gripped a small Midwestern town after the One Hour War. All of its residents suffering from a lack of supplies due to the cold conditions and constant snow. It is one man for themselves now...

did they have a choice? can anyone defy fate?

its a about a girl named Bob.

A collection of poems written by me. I hope you enjoy.

Y/N has woken up in a strange place they cannot call home.. nor can they call safe. Will they survive or end up dead? Only time can tell. This story may contain... Violence 🔪 Angst🎭 Magic🌌 I have warned you! Most of this story contains magic.

"What's supposed to happen as a result of people's choice, was supposed to not happen as a result of people's opposite choice..." As artificial intelligence was leading people to brain retardation, Bethany, a British neuroscience researcher, works on her thesis to rescue people from their minds' gradual declination. When she succeeds and receives people's attention and raises awareness of her thesis by 2027, people reduce using AI, and AI companies CEOs don't like this. They have to fight for their capital!

My personal views, and opinions on what's wrong in the world - I'll then talk about proof and evidence. After that talk about how to fix them, with new create ideas or using one that already exists effectively and why we should care.

A young girl living the province of Ivanovo with his father will soon be enlightened by humans' mortality. A work with a major plot twist, mysteries, and hidden clues. A oneshot that will get you hanging in a cliff. It will leave you questioning the plot. Written in a specific way of story telling.

World War III started on Star Wars day. 11 PM on May the Fourth. Honestly, if they were going to start World War III on that day, they should've at least played the Imperial March when they released hellfire on Princeton City. I was having a great time trying to get over my hangover from last night until the government called. Apparently, my parents were at Princeton last night. The night when Kana decided to start World War III on Star Wars day.

There are so many things wrong with this world. So many things we want to change. Some things we can change. For better or for worse. But some things you just can't change. It's as simple as that. Think about it. But not too much.

Some poems that I wrote at school or in my free time. Please enjoy! [I don't even know if some of these count as a poem just try to enjoy whatever they are]

Random poems

Some words to the brutal world and it's people.