Fragment Stories

The dead hand of history still grips the throat of the present. Three centuries after a meteor shower struck Earth, humanity is divided between the powered and the originals. One group changed. One did not. In the years that followed, a virus killed billions, twisted the natural world into something monstrous, and gave fear a shape to blame. The powered have carried that blame ever since. Collared, controlled, and sent beyond the city walls, they are forced to fight the mutations that roam the wilds while the originals stay safe behind the walls. Ezra, a doctor, refuses to accept the world's clean divisions. He treats anyone who needs him, believing every life has value, even in a city built on deciding otherwise. When one act of mercy toward a stranger pulls him into a hidden war, Ezra begins to uncover the truth buried beneath generations of fear. Tension between originals and powered reach a breaking point, and Ezra faces a choice that could alter the course of humanity. One where the line between saving and destroying becomes increasingly blurred.

No theme. No rules. Just words born from passing thoughts and sudden inspiration. A collection of quiet moments, hidden feelings, and fragments of imagination. Written whenever the silence had something to say.

poems or stories of some fragments of life of people written by me.

❝ 𝘢 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘢 𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨, 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘴𝘺𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘴 ❞ [fragments of poems i'll never publish] [❛visionary❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2022]

❝ 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘶𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 ❞ [poems for my love] [❛mortal coil❜ all rights reserved © a. wu 2022]

Years ago rifts opened in the city that never sleeps. From these rifts emerged terrible monsters that devour human souls. Most if not all die from their encounter with the monsters. Few are lucky enough however to be spared this ultimate fate and upon so retain a certain element within them. While they are still themselves their souls are scarred with unrepairable damage, fragmented. These lost fragmented souls are forever cursed to bear the scars of their deaths and to carry with them a power bestowed upon them. The choices they make with their powers is their own but wether they seek discord or harmony...chaos is soon to follow.

Various poems by Cassandra Lowery, currently including "Tone Deaf?", "second skin," "arms of an angel," and "A Love Poem to a Wren." All poems published here are copyrighted material; please do not reproduce without the express written consent of the author.

This is a book full of fragments from stories that may or may not ever exist. So that whenever I think of a random scene I have somewhere to write it down and share it.

This is a story of my life, told in fragments. Memories, fears, and moments too sharp to forget linger in the shadows I have lived through.

Broken pieces;;

⚠WARNING! I'M NOT NATIVE ENGLISH, so if you see mistakes, I'm sorry, any help or feedback is welcome!! [⭐] This isn't a story like my usual ones. This is a collection of poems-fragments of my life, my experiences, and my emotions. Each poem is a little piece of my thoughts, my memories, and the things I've gone through. Some are dark, some are soft, some are messy, but all of them are real. [🌠] In these poems, you'll find pieces of my mind I couldn't say out loud, moments I've tried to make sense of, and feelings I've carried with me. They are about life, trauma, growth, confusion, hope, heartbreak, and everything in between. Some poems might make you feel sad, others might make you think, and some might even give you small sparks of comfort or understanding. [📘] This book isn't about following a plot or telling a single story-it's about sharing pieces of me, little fragments of my world that I've written down to survive, to express, and to remember. These are moments I've lived, thoughts I've felt, and emotions I've wrestled with. [✒️] Expect honesty, raw emotions, and reflections. Expect chaos, quietness, pain, and a little hope. Expect fragments of life, as messy and beautiful as it really is. o(〃＾▽＾〃)o » ENJOY !!

This is going to become a creative mess. A place where I write down everything that strolls through my head and needs a place to exist. This will be a collection of my thoughts without rules or structure. Just something I want to share with you. So I hope you're going to like it. And maybe you do want to use parts of it for your own stories. I'd like to see what your doing with it. So your free to use them, just let me know when you do ^^

no se que es lo que escribo pero intento que sea bonito.

A memory of the past that keeps on flashing on the nightmare of Mia. The girl who once loved the man who has unclear intentions.

Some words were never meant to be spoken-only felt. Some stories were never meant to be told-only remembered. This collection is for the unsaid, the unspoken, and the unfinished. In these pages lie the quiet confessions of a soul still finding its voice. Letters that were never sent. Thoughts that never made it past trembling lips. Moments that lived only in the echoes of memory. Every piece is a fragment of a life that was felt more than it was ever expressed, a testament to emotions too deep, too raw, too real to say out loud. Testimonies of a Soul Unwritten is not just a book-it's a conversation with the self, an intimate unfolding of truth in its purest, most vulnerable form. Between the lines, there is longing. Between the lines, there is healing. And between the lines, maybe you'll find pieces of yourself, too.

Meet Seiren Mist. She and her sister, Aurelia Mist have always been inseparable. That is, until she and her family move from the safety of the Netherlands to Germany just before the war. Seiren has no idea why, and her only clues are the diary pages written in a cryptic language that Aurelia litters wherever she goes, and her sister's incoherent mumblings in her sleep. Stranger still, is her parents' desire to keep her and her sister hidden. They haven't done anything wrong, have they? When war breaks out and they are taken to a Nazis Concentration Camp, the answers come to light. Her sister is killed almost immediately, leaving only her diary as advice for Seiren. It is becoming strangely readable, and Seiren can only hope that she will be able to read all of it before time runs out. She is taken to be gassed, but she survives and wakes up in a world once ruled by Snow and now all four Fragments. As she digs deeper, she uncovers secrets that she would rather leave hidden. After all, if her sister was a legendary mage, what is she?

"They were two lost souls In a huge dismal world Onto paper they wrote And these were their precious words..." Copyright © 2016 by Jhayd Lauren [All Right Reserved] #ProjectYou

Just something I'd written after not writing for quite awhile, about my struggle to put words on paper.

A collection of pieces of my mind, of my imagination, of fragmented worlds and world views. These are pieces of my soul that have transcended thought and gathered into words looking out at you from a screen. I am here, you are where you are, and my words are caught in between. Nothing is bounded here. No labels. Just words on a screen ready to be let free into a world so bitter and cold that when the sun shines it's as if a miracle has happened. I'm sending my children to you. - I hope y'all don't mind this new thing > . -