Extent Arcane
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 2h 6m
  • Reads 475
  • Votes 30
  • Parts 12
  • Time 2h 6m
Ongoing, First published Oct 12, 2014
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This book is written showing the perspective of a man and a boy.

A man who having lost everything still manages to go on.

And the boy who brought him back from the darkness.


They don't do right because society thinks its right.

They do right because they think its right.

And after all this please don't forget

Its the little things that matter

That second chance at something you messed up on

That time the food tasted exactly how you wanted it to

Or that one colourful flower in a field of grey
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Losing Game

6 parts Ongoing Mature

(TWs: gore, abuse, sexual abuse, cursing) Why does he still breathe? Why is he kept alive in this shadowed purgatory where time has no meaning, and screams are swallowed by the walls? His cell is a cage, his life a cruel experiment, and his mind a battlefield. Questions claw at him relentlessly: Who is he? What is he? Why does this torment exist? The walls bleed stories of others-lost souls whose cries still linger, haunting the air. His own voice has grown hoarse from endless screams, his body a canvas of scars, a map of suffering that tells no answers, only pain. Every day is a ritual of degradation, where faceless captors toy with his humanity, stripping him of it piece by agonizing piece. The only constant is the endless cycle of questions. Why him? Why the torture? What is their purpose? He clings to the faintest memories of a time before-fleeting images of warmth, love, a face he cannot quite recall. But even those are slipping away, devoured by the void growing inside him. In this relentless, suffocating darkness, where hope is a distant memory, only one question remains: When will the game end, and what will be left of him when it does?