Entropy Stories

A dying town launches a rebranding campaign that no one seems to be running. The billboards appear overnight. The slogans don't explain themselves. A diner waitress says nobody puts them up, and nobody takes them down. A couple arrives expecting ironic tourism and finds something closer to a live experiment. Beauchêne doesn't ask visitors to believe anything. It only asks them to stay. To notice. To participate. What begins as small-town decay becomes a slow, sideways unraveling... murals that feel instructional, civic programs that behave like dares, and a town that seems increasingly aware of the people passing through it. A surreal, slow-burn satire about American decline, anti-branding, and the strange comfort of entropy. Meaning doesn't collapse here. It rebrands. Entropy is a vibe. Decline tastes like caramel. Welcome to Beauchêne. You're here now.

(The title is prob too long lol XD) Nihil is a planet that is near dead, yet is home to the Voidlings. There haven't been outsiders that have landed on their planet and survived for centuries. That's why when WyLL crash lands on it, it's a miracle, even if Mugm doesn't realize it when he finds WyLL on the planet in the wreckage. He was just a teenager-recently-turned-adult that heard the crash and went to investigate. That investigation did a lot more - curiosity didn't kill the cat this time, but things just got a whole lot more interesting. Note/warnings: This story does boundary break and ship Entropy Duo, but I tried to keep shipping to the minimum! If you don't like boundary breaking, this book may not be for you. Blood and gore is kept to a minimum, but I might add some in some parts later in the story! Characters are from the following SMPs: Bliss SMP, Unstable SMP, Lifesteal SMP, Strength SMP (I might add more later) I do not own these characters, and I only use the c! ones, I am not using the real content creators in any way in this story! Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this book!

Would you give everything for a world that will never remember your name? Across four dying ages of the same broken reality, four women begin to hear a call they cannot explain. Innaue is a sleepless Searcher in Karn, chasing the vanished sister only she remembers. Shurei is an omen-born exile in a city drowning in drought and prophecy. Rima survives beneath a merciless desert sky, carrying the grief of a people history keeps trying to erase. Asthera leads the last remnants of Serris through a thawing world of frost, machines, and impossible ruin. None of them know each other. None of them understand why their worlds are breaking. But each is haunted by the same force: the Dreamflow, an ancient current of memory that promises preservation, continuity, and salvation from the final dark. The Guardians call it order. The faithful call it mercy. The broken know better. Because the Dreamflow does not save worlds. It repeats them. As cities fracture, old powers return, and forgotten histories begin to bleed through the seams of reality, the four women are drawn toward a truth older than myth: some systems do not become monstrous because they fail, but because they succeed for too long. And if life is to mean anything again, someone must pay the price of ending forever. Failsafe is a dark science-fantasy novel about memory, sacrifice, love, entropy, and the terrible mercy of letting things end.

WyLL and Mugm go to the same school, but are considered worst enemies, maybe the worst in the entire school. So imagine their surprise - and rage - when they're assigned to be partners with each other for an English project. This might just be the start of a surprising relationship... I was gonna make this a normal friends type shit thing but i got so much support on the "romance" side of entropy duo that i decided.. IM SORRY MUGM AND WYLL IM BOUNDARY BREAKING IM SO SORRYYYYYY if they ask me to take this down I WILL NOT QUESTIONS ASKS once again im sorry 😞

Based on a discussion I had with some people, as well as some back and forth with ChatGPT. Give it a read. It's purely based off of my thoughts. Feel free to disagree.

Clove and Cato both won the 74th annual Hunger Games, despite the Treaty of the Treason only allowing one victor. As a result, both of them have fame, fortune, and not a care in the world for the rest of their lives. What more could either of them ask for? Unbeknownst to them, tension is rising in Panem as a whole, but District 2 seems to forget about the fact that 75 is a multiple of 25...until the clock strikes 13 and time runs out for everyone else. ...and Clove and Cato find themselves at the center of the vortex of chaos with their sense of direction and their sanity on the line. Can they overcome their differences and hold their heads high during the Victory Tour? Or did they bite off more than they could chew during the 74th annual Hunger Games?

Poems I've written as a hobby. I enjoy writing poems it's something I didn't expect to enjoy so much, I've been practicing for a while now, and now confident in posting it. Pls enjoy Will try update every 3-4 days More than welcome to give topics to write about.

After the Doctor is alerted to time distortion and high levels of entropy, the Time Lord’s investigation lead’s him to the planet Verdopolis, where after countless time experiments to halt the progression of time, time is literally running out for the rest of the Universe. The whole of reality is threatened and it’s up to the Doctor to save everyone but he’s going to need a little help from some old friends. And one of those friends just so happens to be Anna Bailey who after three years is still struggling to adjust to life after the Doctor, haunted by her stalled life, unable to understand her destiny and why the mystery man who Anna is supposed to continue her family line with hasn’t materialised into her world yet. Though there’s one man about to drop back into Anna’s world as an exhilarating and scary adventure awaits the Doctor and his former companion who are joyfully and triumphantly reunited to save the Universe from a premature end. The eighth in an eight part story arc featuring Matt Smith's Doctor. “Alfred…I don’t like to rush you old chap but I came here very much hoping for some advice…A little brain storming session and the sharing of knowledge perhaps.” The Doctor stood up, a bundle of nervous energy though mainly because the sentient couch had become frisky and was undulating beneath him. “Time’s running out, literally running out, the whole Universe will soon be caught up in this time acceleration which has originated from Verdopolis. If we don’t do something soon, the Universe will have descended into a state of irretrievable chaos, you’re talking expansion, heat death, all the stars going out…The Universe ending billions of years before it’s time.”

One girl, lost in the misery of her mind.

Entropy is the general trend of the universe toward death and disorder. -James R. Newman "How could any sentient think that a pair of genetic mishaps, an earthling scientist and a 4D floozy could have any chance of even comprehending the mysterious power of entropy, let alone defeat it." "Listen, I don't believe it, you don't believe it, yet the belief in these mishaps is gaining momentum throughout the universe. If they can find what we can't... then maybe." "I thought you said you don't believe it." Pull back the curtain of stars and step into my world. -D.H. Jordan

A brief collection of essays and poems, some previously published. The title essay concerns the second law of thermodynamics, often referred to as "entropy." This is traditionally thought of as disorder in nature but it actually plays countless roles in evolution and life. The theoretical heat death of the universe in trillions of years is a projected state of complete disorder and entropy, but I have noticed the way in which even this far flung possible event seems to allow for our existence in the here and now. Rated 5 stars on Goodreads and currently under consideration for review in The Skeptical Inquirer Magazine. Available for a tad over 5 dollars plus shipping and handling on Createspace, and as en eBook on Amazon.

A self reflective story regarding my identity with gender, DID, and my own inner workings with an afterlife/entropic thoughts. It is a story that follows the descent into the underworld archetype, and takes inspiration from stories like Inanna's Descent, and parts of the Kojiki from mythology. Some more modern works that inspired this include Dante's Inferno, 1408 (the film), Paradise Lost, and the self portraits from William Utemohlen. As you read, you might see other inspirations, or connect parts, characters, and ideas in the story to other pieces of media, as the core of this work is heavily inspired by so much more, way to many to list and think of. What I wanted most was to connect the two themes I have seen for the underworld or hell afterlife, one being psychological and the other a physical place of torment. I noticed that as technology advances, we as a people move more away from the physical realm of an underworld, and instead adapt to a more trapped in our minds, or creation kind of torment, with the theory of entropy being an increasing thought as well. The original creation was meant for my college class, but parts of it had floated around in my head before this class, and now I have written what may be considered the final version as of this posting. So I hope you enjoy the little deep dive into my psyche with DID, Transness, Identity and Religious Trauma. Part 1: Revised Edition Part 2: Original Edition Part 3: Poetic Edition (WIP Maybe) Names were heavily inspired by Inanna, Izanami, Izanagi formatting, they do not connect or take inspiration from any real life use of the word.

Oneself sometimes have a thought. Beginning small, pecking at the inside of your skull. And as time goes, it slowly grows in size. Beginning to be released from ones mind. The pecking become ever higher. Louder. Incistent. Until one day it becomes to much. As it claims your every thinking moment, every single step, breath and sight only to remind you of itself. This is a collection of those thoughts, of short stories. Some bound to other thoughts. Some merely born from the thinking of other things. A collection of short stories that hopefully shall never truly end for as long as I take breath. For a human that does not think, is never truly alive. And as I leave you adieu. I wish that you enjoy even a single story.

Can you disabuse glass of its transparency? Poems by Lin Tarczynski, dedicated to the memory of Melva Jo Lewis of Lompoc, California.

May 18, 2029. Society has broken up into three divisions; Upper class (highest division), Middle class (Normal division), and Sub class (Weak division). All divisions contain animals, insects, humans, and any other creatures. All of these creatures can speak.

Waste of entropy is the foundation of our new system of law. Consequentially, we have to find and stop the greatest wasters of entropy. In the long run, this will enable staying alive in the long tail of the heat death of our universe.

Just a short song I wrote. Its meant for that one place we all wish we had to get away from reality.

The story centers on a kingdom, the moral depravity of its people, the struggle for power, and the lives of secondary characters. It opens with a nod to Heraclitus's philosophy regarding the entropy of the universe-how everything around us is in constant flux. I began with a prologue in which Peristera (a prominent royal tutor) instructs the heir to the throne on the ever-changing nature of the world. The name Peristera derives from the word for "dove" (a symbol of peace), while the Kingdom of Abisiana stems from *abissos* (abyss or chaos). Prodoțian's name is drawn from the Greek word for betrayal, and Ipeu's from the word for knight (*Hyppeus*); the ending mirrors the beginning, yet under antithetical circumstances. My philosophical inspiration came from a book I had started reading: *The Intelligence of Matter* (*Inteligența Materiei*) by Dumitru Constantin Dulcan. I treated the state-or kingdom-as a unified whole, as a form of matter in constant transformation.

"Photon Becomes My Luminescence" is a mesmerizing fusion of science and emotion, where the invisible forces of the universe-atoms, electrons, photons, and gravity-mirror the inner journey of awakening and hope. Through vivid imagery of light, plasma, and chemical elements, the poem explores how energy and life intertwine, atom by atom, to illuminate the self. It is a celebration of transformation, resilience, and the quiet power of discovery, capturing the spark of hope even in the smallest particles of existence.