Fragment Stories

In the fog‑choked town of Mirageton, reality is never as solid as it seems. A man is found dead behind a shop's glass door - frozen in terror, blood smeared beneath his hands. He's the latest victim in a string of killings, each body discovered in abject horror, as if they had seen - and fought - something impossible. Across town, Ian Hale is coming apart. Plagued by migraines, violent dreams, and a reflection that doesn't always move when he does, he knows one thing for certain: something inside him is wrong. Something watching. Waiting. He wants to run, to leave the rot of Mirageton behind. But the town won't release him. Not his father, who treats him like a debt to be collected; not his own fracturing mind; and certainly not Elaine - sharp, relentless, and the daughter of the lead detective. She's hunting the truth behind the murders. And Ian may be the only thread that leads to it. One wrong move won't just expose him. It will shatter his life, hers, and everyone's in between. As suspicion spreads, an old legend bleeds into waking life. Reflections linger. Glass remembers. And the line between monster and victim begins to crack. The horror in Mirageton isn't just what's hiding in the mirrors. It's what's looking back. ONC 2026 Prompt 76: Your reflection smiles before you do and then begins mimicking things you never did.

A collection of fragments from a silent heart and a wounded soul - emotions of pain, longing, love, and quiet hope, scribed by pen and bleeding through ink.

✦ 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟒 𝐢𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 Not everything is meant to be remembered. Some things are recorded anyway. This collection gathers short fiction written across different moments, different worlds-each one circling the same quiet question: What remains when something is no longer meant to stay? These stories move through memory, identity, and the systems that decide what is allowed to remain. Some were written for competitions. Others were never meant to be recorded at all. They are placed here, now, as record. Contents include: • Lyrical, atmospheric fiction • Institutional and character-driven narratives • Fragments, anomalies, and recovered entries Status: Archive Entries Ongoing Update Schedule: New entries added every Wednesday and Sunday @ 7:30 PM EST Some records fade. Others refuse to. Additional essays and fragments can be found under The Quiet Archive.

Sayuri has no memory of who she is. All she can remember is the boy who was her best friend. Suddenly, no one remembers him. What could possibly have happened? With the help of a most unexpected ally, she sets out to make everything right again.

💔 Fragments of Us In a quiet home where memories once lived warmly, ten-year-old Sky witnesses the beginning of something he cannot yet understand-the slow unraveling of his grandmother's mind, as she clings desperately to a name from a past long gone: Buskee, the love she never truly lost. As reality begins to fracture around him, Sky is forced to grow up faster than he should-learning that memories can fade, people can disappear while still alive, and some goodbyes don't come with closure. On his first day at a new school, he meets Lauralei-an eight-year-old prodigy placed among older students, fearless and unyielding against those who try to break her. Unlike everyone else, she refuses to be lost. Bound by quiet understanding and unspoken wounds, the two form an unlikely connection-one shaped by resilience, curiosity, and the invisible weight of things left behind. But as time moves forward, a deeper truth begins to emerge: Not everything that is lost is gone forever. Some memories... Some people... Find their way into a place where time no longer flows- A realm where the forgotten waits to be found. And in that realm, every fragment of love comes with a price.

Esto no es una historia. Son fragmentos.

This isn't the first time Papyrus became a target for a couple of snow assassins. Gyftmas season seems to be a prime time of year for that. But this year, Paps has a plan and there's no way it's going to fail. (This one-shot is a peak inside my AU, Fragments, where Sans and Papyrus are best childhood friends with Gaster. This was also written for a Discord server holiday event.)

A collection of impressions on just about anything and stories told in a certain manner... love, anger, secrets, people, subjects, objects... you name it. There are certain things that can only be expressed through unrestrained writing. A vignette offers that luxury... a short-short story will sometimes do... a fictionalized journal entry may suffice... a poem or free verse may represent the very essence of something in a poignant and succint way. Freedom in writing is the quintessence of this work. The writer hopes to deliver...

These are random scenes from an idea I had that I hope to turn into a full book. Please note, these are not in order (yet)!!! But it's meant to be someday. I hope you still enjoy these little snippets and figure the story out with me as I go. I'm thankful for every comment and piece of feedback I can get. Love Annie <3

Some words are not written to be understood. They are written to be felt. This is a collection of light, darkness, love, and everything in between- fragments of a heart trying to make sense of itself.

VIRTUAL INSPIRATION: TEST OUT the SPIRAL INTERFACE and ENTER the brave new SUPER-WORLDS... For there are no limitations, only imagination and ideas manifested in these initial projections and snapshots - voices from the ashes of the Neuroceans as the new, super-hyped Spiral metaverse now grows and rises... for fresh ghosts to haunt this virtually connected age... ...where you too can jack-in and explore a new revolution in human technology-powered expression and creativity, where its secret pioneers must come together with a willingness to express the goodness and terror of its possibly real - but still only imaginable - plunder... This is background to 'Fountellion' game story. Ideas and comments always welcome. https://medium.com/fountellion-in-the-spiral (updated versions) 2006, re-compiled 2009, revised fragments 2015 +

The inevitable future, evitable.

These are just some ideas that I have that I won't likely turn into actual stories due to my lack of brain capacity and imagination. This is a compilation of many different genres, which will be specified before the story fragment starts. If for whatever reason, you decide that you like it, comment and I may consider turning it into an actual Wattpad book.

Spontaneous Emotions

The story of how they fell in love after he spilled coffee on her white shirt...again. completed + poem.

"Not all wounds are visible. Some live in silence." Silence can be heavier than words. I was only a child when it began. Too young to understand, too naive to name what was happening. All I knew was the dirt it left behind-the shame that seeped into my skin, the weight I could never wash away. It repeated, again and again, until my body grew older but my spirit shrank smaller. No one heard me. No one believed. And so I carried it-the silence, the disgust, the fear of men, the broken confidence that once was mine. This is not a tale of healing tied in ribbons. It is the story of surviving in fragments, of writing when I could not speak, of breathing when all I wanted was to leave. The Silence I Carried is not fiction. It is my truth. A truth whispered into pages that finally listen.

Crumbs means fragments of bread, cake, or cracker. But for this 'book', this is 'crumbs' of my ideas. You can say a fragment of the scenes in my head but I'm too lazy to make it a whole story hehe. I hope you enjoy :)))

A quiet collection of thoughts, love, and everything we leave unsaid. "Fragments of Me: Volume One" gathers 10 raw and honest pieces, not poems, not stories, but moments. Small truths written in between growing up, letting go, and almost holding on. This is the beginning. There's more to come.

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