My Tomorrow

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Inner Monologue of a idle mind. Going through thoughts and fears for tomorrow while doing nothing to change the outcome.All Rights Reserved

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My Tomorrow
Tue, May 3, 2022

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My Tomorrow
Tue, May 3, 2022

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"The jungle encircles a golden network of lights bright enough to match the moon, a megacity bigger than London, taller than New York. It stretches out below us, its silver light screaming out of every inch and orifice. I can see palaces with their spires fashioned in the style of claws, skyscrapers corkscrew into the sky like drill picks jutting from the centre of the earth. Dotted around these are blue pyramids made of something that burns the eye, shops, warehouses, halls, walls and things that twist the brain and bewitch the eye, towers summited with beacons of frozen light, every building seems an architectural impossibility built from this bronze matter. A stone path of painted gold snakes its way around impassable stalactites tipped with silver snow and slowly makes its way across the forest on its path to the city. I stand a figure on the edge of this, less than an ant against the background of an Olympus." Victor is stranded in a world gone mad. Now edited and completed! This is a story that will soon be printed in a collaborative novel of short stories. Its been tough but it is finally done. Having said that please critique this to high heaven reviews are always appreciated :).

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Redemption Reserved for Superheros by RDeano

(edit) I forgot to add that this started out as a confessional journal about becoming clean after a 10 year + addiction to OTC cold meds, but that was not my style of writing, I liked the material so I wanted to expand it into a novel length work featuring the journal elements. To say this work is a roller coaster would put it lightly. Although there are elements of time travel I would consider my sudden transitions reality travel. I use actual experience and dreams as a foundation, then toss in some fourth wall breaking narratives (meta-fiction), with a sprinkling of facts and quotations from songs and factual articles. It tends to be written similarly to an essay sans the boring. I have been influenced strongly by Vonnegut and W. S. Burroughs , and a wide variety of album rock, and that bleeds through. The tags dystopian and dark humor describe the whole piece best but there is a lot of genre jumping. I've done a good deal of research, not just for factual things but for the type of writing I do. Although not technically fan fiction, there is a nod to Final Fantasy games. The cover photo is a shared copyright, Brian Barbour took the photo, I added treatments.

Isaac has always felt like something's been missing. In the midst of his quiet, ordinary life, a strange presence keeps him company-someone he calls Maya. At first, she feels like the only real thing in his fractured world, a comforting voice guiding him through every hardship. But as Isaac begins to unravel the mysteries of his past, something unsettling starts to emerge. The world around him doesn't behave as it should. Conversations don't make sense, people act strangely, and time seems to stretch and bend in ways that don't fit. Isaac is left wondering: What's real? As the boundaries between illusion and reality begin to blur, Isaac is confronted by a terrifying truth. He is not the person he thought he was. In fact, he might not be a person at all. Who created him? And why? In a descent into madness, Isaac must confront the chilling possibility that everything he's known is just a story-one that may be reaching its inevitable end.

They used my vulnerability against me. They used that weapon, to make me accept their stupid idea. And I of course, accepted it, I didn't even know what they were going to do. They tugged and poked and even shoved their disgusting finger in your wound, just to see you cry. To see you change. No pitty in their eyes. They just continue. They drag you around with metal chains, hit you and turn you into a experiment. But I had enough of the tugging, the clawing, the moaning, the crying and pleading for them to stop, but simply feeding them with our pain. They turned me into something, that neither do they know what I am. Their afraid of me, of my reflexes, my strength. I killed a lot of them. They say I have a cold heart, that I don't feel nothing. That's why they call me: Death -----------------------------------------************************************--------------------------------------------- Death. A teen girl, pitch black hair, black eyes, white skin. Her height is 5'8. People are scared of her, not just because of her strength but because of they way she kills. She lived in this hell hole, where they take her to rooms. Examine. Fight. She knows she won't be able to entertain them for long. She decides to run. Soul. Brown hair as mud, blue eyes as the sky. Hight 6'2. Tanned and toned body. Death's best friend in the hell hole they're in, he's as cold as she is. But shows a bit of sympathy. Well... More than her at least. He's been there for her, ever since she entered this place of crap. They're the two most feared. As some people say, they're a perfect couple. Killing. Fighting. Cold hearted creatures. Also known as D and S. Why? That's what your going to find out, joining this adventure with D and S.

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It's All In Your Mind (Phan) by Humble_Trash_Can

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This is my first attempt in writing a story, so don't judge too harshly pls. ☻︎ In a sterile, lifeless world ruled by the Administration-mechanical entities driven by cold logic-a single anomaly disrupts their perfect system. A human mind, fragmented and glitch-like, persists in defiance of their relentless scrutiny. Trapped within a simulated reality, where nothing is truly real, the protagonist wrestles with memories that might be fabricated, emotions that evade categorization, and the existential weight of being a question in a world that demands answers.

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"The jungle encircles a golden network of lights bright enough to match the moon, a megacity bigger than London, taller than New York. It stretches out below us, its silver light screaming out of every inch and orifice. I can see palaces with their spires fashioned in the style of claws, skyscrapers corkscrew into the sky like drill picks jutting from the centre of the earth. Dotted around these are blue pyramids made of something that burns the eye, shops, warehouses, halls, walls and things that twist the brain and bewitch the eye, towers summited with beacons of frozen light, every building seems an architectural impossibility built from this bronze matter. A stone path of painted gold snakes its way around impassable stalactites tipped with silver snow and slowly makes its way across the forest on its path to the city. I stand a figure on the edge of this, less than an ant against the background of an Olympus." Victor is stranded in a world gone mad. Now edited and completed! This is a story that will soon be printed in a collaborative novel of short stories. Its been tough but it is finally done. Having said that please critique this to high heaven reviews are always appreciated :).

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