Random One Shots

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Inspiration is the only thing needed to spill a story. Piece by piece our creativity and imagination take hold, so here's a sneak peek of my brain.All Rights Reserved

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We all have stories. Sometimes all we have are stories. Maybe we are all stories. Some are written some are not, some are in the past some are in the future, some stories cross each other some do not. But there is a journey in all of them. Either the story finds us, or we find ourselves in the story. What we find in the same story may not be the same, for a story is not what is written but what is read, not what is said but what is heard.

This will have random one shot stories like the title says. Some will be connected to a random story or not.

So three things go into this book. 1. The fact that I have a problem. 2. My overactive brain that's constantly thinking of new story ideas. 3. My lack of time. So this is where all those previously mentioned Septiplier story ideas are going, cause this way I can write em out, without taking up an entire story. So yeah.

Bunch of oneshots (and not only) about folks various sizes and shapes.

Random oneshots of little sections of the lives of different people living different lives and worlds/realities. Names mentioned here are all completely fictional. Some of these stories will be open-ended, so use your imagination on how it ends, or you can add on to them. A lot of the rituals and things that happen won't have much of an explanation (Sorry). They don't all end happily. That's all.

There's only the connections that we make. In theory; it's all just random dots unless we make a pattern. A series of one shot, short stories meant to make you contemplate your life

This is where I let everything out-the chaos, the silence, the things I can't say out loud. It doesn't judge, doesn't ask why, doesn't need explanations. It just exists, ready to catch whatever spills from my mind, whether it's broken pieces or fleeting moments of joy. It feels like talking to someone who's always there but never speaks, just listens-and somehow, that's enough.

What are the meanings behind the labels that we all put, not only to others but also to ourselves? Why should we care what others think? Where do all of these thoughts come from? Well, this story does non of anything for anyone else except the person that wrote it. Just the thoughts that run through the mind of a random person, that no one knows, with a very definitive, yet creative outlook on life. Follow the day of a random midwest drug dealer as he navigates the journey we call life.

Cycle of Time

We all have stories. Sometimes all we have are stories. Maybe we are all stories. Some are written some are not, some are in the past some are in the future, some stories cross each other some do not. But there is a journey in all of them. Either the story finds us, or we find ourselves in the story. What we find in the same story may not be the same, for a story is not what is written but what is read, not what is said but what is heard.

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