Tired of the current world, a supreme being decided to create his own universe. But He only managed to create a monotonous place. He needed a chaotic factor to give life to this world. But where would he get entities with such capacity, that were also resilient enough to survive.

(This is not a synopsis) I'll be rewriting Staccato, since I feel that I've rushed my writing process too much, and that the course of events within the story has deviated too much from what I first planned. I also feel like a different chapter length, narration, and pacing would suit Staccato ...

Listening wasn't a one way process. And maybe, just maybe, if someone had heard her earlier... Things would be different. But nobody knew her, and nobody saw her, and certainly nobody heard her. Ah, there was someone. Just one. She forgets the name sometimes...but she does remember ...

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Everyone present in the rocky environment was frightened, but Karna, unlike the others, felt nothing, he had no right to do so. The only thing he remembered was his name. Trapped in a dungeon, they would have to fight to the death. In a world where powers come from ancient creatures, exclusive to...

I am just your normal, guy who is not a teen and not a full-fledged adult yet, I am somewhere in between. I just happened to start a new shop in the northern-most end of the country, with my schoolmates. I guess with the happy times comes the absolute bottom of our lives.

This is something I'm writing for myself. These are all my thoughts and feelings, they're real... not something I'm creating and writing for the audience because I can't move on at the moment.

It was dark. I was cold & wearing nothing but a thin white robe that was torn at the sleeves, hips, & back. There was an iron-like smell wafting through the room, blood. It was definitely blood. But, who's? Mine? Or, someone else's? I slowly got up & onto my feet to look around but, as expected, ...