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The Timoria

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Parts 5
Time 1h 8m

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I couldn't remember anything but confusion. 
Utter confusion. 
Hard as I tried, I couldn't remember a single sliver of information. 
Apart from my own name. 
Wren Ebony Safiya. 
I clung to those three words, like an anchor as I suffocated in the undying sea of the demanding need to know who I was. 
Wren Ebony Safiya.All Rights Reserved

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Uprising (The Slums) by KnovelleZira

Zeninè Eliz Krisis. That's my name - not my whole name. That's the name they put in my head. The name I hear, see and feel in my dreams. Though, I'm the only one who knows it. But in truth it's near impossible to say out loud. No one can tell it to anyone . . . . It hurts to even try. Your FULL name is like a code or something; only you are supposed to know it. The last name is your model - your type. It's the name of your family of genetics. But, it sometimes means you're all alone. Especially down in the slums.

Ended by DecrepitSoul

I am dying. I know this because i can feel all my senses leaving me. I can see flashes, recollections, of my past. They preen at me through my lashes. But I am calm. There is a feeling of delirium thumping in my heart, spreading through my body. With the little strength that I can muster, I reach out to take hold of the nearest objects to me. It ties me to the earth, but when my eyes no longer see light, the bond that keeps me on this world will be severed, and no longer shall i be alive. What if you and a four other people where the only ones alive on earth? After the Apocalypse, everyone died. Except for five of us. My name is Thalia, when I was thirteen years old, the earth was broken by deadly storms, methane, tsunamis, earthquakes. I survived. For years I wandered the earth, raiding abandoned shops for food, seeking shelter. Now I am fifteen, I feel like I have found a home. I have found a band of survivors like me. These people survived the Apocalypse, and now, we want answers .

Broken texts by Luuuciiaa20

I locked myself on a prison inside my mind and I dont even know how to escape #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔩𝔦𝔣𝔢𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔞𝔡𝔮𝔲𝔬𝔱𝔢𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔰𝔢 #1 𝔦𝔫 𝔭𝔬𝔢𝔱𝔯𝔶𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔰𝔱

Of Illnesses And Antidotes by TheNextBigWriter1609

On their 5th birthday, they're dying. By their 18th birthday, they're dead. In a place known only as the Sanctuary, children of an inferior race known as Ebonies are forced into being test subjects. But they have no idea what they are doing. Their lives are no longer their own, their freedom and rights non-existent in a world where they are believed to be the cause of a fatal virus. For that, they must pay by being drugged, abused, ill-treated and experimented on in order to combat the disease they started and cure the Ivories they unleashed it on. Naomi is an Ebony. But she is also an Ivory. Her curiosity and intelligence have led her to the truth. And she knows she must escape. But how can she escape when she is already dead?

The illegal One by Staceylove21

My name is Anastasia Light and I haven't been outside in sixteen years. I've never felt the sun on my face or breathed air. It was too dangerous for me, they would have killed me for being what I am. My older brother was my only companion. The reason: I wasn't supposed to be born. In our society it was only suppose to be one child. My mother broke that law and my brother took the role of taking care of me. It was forbidden for me to go outside but that's all about to change.

Play With Me by xFITSx

I am the invisible person. I am not a man nor a woman. I am Death. Death has no gender. Death has no mercy. Everyone has their destination, even you. You and all the other people in the world are a small piece to a huge game; I am the creator of this fun game. And I enjoy playing this game with all you humans, because I always win.

April And Cameron (COMPLETE) by melodeygrace26

This is the truth about what happens everyday of my life. So here it goes. Welcome To My Shitty Life. I'm not perfect, and I'm not beautiful, but I do have a small voice that needs to be heard. I may be shy, but writing is my real escape, and who knows maybe this will last a long time.

Lost Memories by behind-the-mirror99

Who am I? Well damn, I sure would like to know. I have been locked away in this solitary confinement for so long, I have lost myself; I don't know who I am or why I am here and I need to find the truth. At last, after all this time, I'm going to get the answers I've always wanted...

The Crater's Fate by Firefrost_Creations1

To Survive, You Must Try I At the pinnacle of failure, beings of Terra find themselves without options. But there were many others. What they chose was nothing short of idiocy. One man casts from them any hope they could have had to survive. "They come and crawl, grovelling. I give nothing to those who wound me. Let them die out. Burdened by the weight of their actions. I am not like them, in every sense of the way." Note: A work with the framework of Subnautica. Fan additions also included. Not canon. Subnautica owned by Unknown Worlds Entertainment. Cover work created by me. [Finished]

Quick Hero by amecOfficial

Is this really the correct answer-to leave my family, friends, and my normalness. I want to believe that I can manage that burden. Mary. "It's better when you don't think about it, but if you do-don't use some half ass reason to justify it." My life changed the moment I met you, and I swear to repay you for your kindness. Because you and everyone else are my family. There are people in this world who work in the shadows protecting everyone from the evils of the world and I was lucky enough to witness this first hand. --- I wrote these characters and the baseline of the story all the way back in 2nd grade. Now, 17 years later, I decided to actually turn it into a full flesh story. I will note that it may be somewhat confusing to read due to the way I write in this. But over time it will become easier.

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Uprising (The Slums)

Zeninè Eliz Krisis. That's my name - not my whole name. That's the name they put in my head. The name I hear, see and feel in my dreams. Though, I'm the only one who knows it. But in truth it's near impossible to say out loud. No one can tell it to anyone . . . . It hurts to even try. Your FULL name is like a code or something; only you are supposed to know it. The last name is your model - your type. It's the name of your family of genetics. But, it sometimes means you're all alone. Especially down in the slums.