Nameless Stories

Welcome to Silverberg Academy. Another branch of Heaven. This is where souls learn what it means to become human before they descend to Earth for another life. We're taught kindness. Compassion. Love. Grief. Every lesson is meant to prepare us for the world below. There are rules to obey. Souls to meet. Questions we're not supposed to ask. None of us have names yet. Not until we receive the Blessed Baptismal. Only then are we allowed to choose one and write it into the Vivlio Psycón-the Book of Souls. Once the ink dries, that name becomes ours for the life waiting below. Everyone looks forward to that day. Everyone... Except me. Because if I had the chance... Would I really choose a new name? Or would I search for the one I lost? What if I remembered the human life I was never meant to remember? What if I found the person I once loved... Here in Heaven? Would they erase us all over again? I don't know who I used to be. I don't know who I'll become. But I know this- Someone buried the truth. And I'm going to find it. You don't know my name yet. Neither do I. But soon... We'll both remember.

A tender moment - the touch of skin, the warmth of another's breath. The darkness allows a sad for of honesty. A girl's thoughts as she is pressed against a boy in the back of a car. A short, nameless one-shot. Contest entry.

My imagination story.....

In a world where blood decides destiny, Iris is born with none. Forsaken, nameless, and unclaimed, he carries only the colors in his eyes- colors no song remembers, but colors that may outlast the gods themselves.

In which she just left her family at the age of 4. In which she has no recollection of who she is. In which she is just at peace with herself. In which she just travels around on a bicycle. In which she walks into someone that changes her life forever. In which no one can see her. In which she is translucent.

I'm not what sure what this really is yet....

I saw one last spark ignite in his eyes, then he breathed one last final breath. My tears fell down my face onto his soon to be worm filled cold body. A cold skeleton. My love will become a cold, white, lifeless skeleton.

After being summoned as a protection summon, River learns everything she's been taught isn't true. Learning to let in again love manages to seep its way in, too.

The fences. They separate completely different worlds, yet no one know where they come from. Inside live modern societies of people, known by their numbers until they are named. On the outside, tribes living independently, surviving on nature. Both are oblivious to the other and both are about to change completely.

A short, sad poem about a girl who's lost everything. WARNING: suicide mention

So I've recently been writing these random scenes that have nothing to do with one another and the characters don't really have names so here they are. Hope you enjoy!

You know those conversations that you strike up with yourself in the shower? The ones where you talk to people in your mind and imagine how the whole scenario plays out and then your shower time is up and you hate to say goodbye to the figments that resemble your friends. The ones where you can actually say goodbye to someone you've lost. The ones where everything gets off your chest in one fell swoop and it always goes according to plan. Yeah, I have those all too often. I have a lot of people to miss and not enough showers to say goodbye. So here's to you, my nameless companions who shadow me every single day, providing support from within my heart rather than with the much-needed hugs. Here's to you. Cheers. Goodbye.

This is about Sky and the guy you met at school, soon to be revealed who he is to you, you feel a weird connection between you and him then he bring you into this "group of friends" he has and read on to see what will happen next.

Nora was just ten when she watched her family die,killed by a boy only a little older than her. The boy turned into a weapon in the king's hidden chambers. He had no name, no mercy, no past. Eight years later, they meet again. He's now the king's deadliest assassin. She's a silent servant girl. No one knows she remembers. No one knows she can speak. When they're sent on a dangerous mission deep into enemy lands, the past rises between them like a ghost. Is he still the monster who destroyed her world? Or is there still something human beneath all that steel? A story of silence and shadows, secrets and stolen names,where the most powerful truths are the ones left unspoken, and a single whispered word could change everything.

Riku Emyia a man with a unknow past if the first to join Hestia's famillia later Bell remembering he visits his grandfather a lot what kinds of adventures the three will face.