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The alarm went off at 6:14.
Not 6:15. He'd tried 6:15 for three weeks in February and something about the round number made his brain decide the whole morning should be round, which it never was, so he spent every single walk to school that month feeling like the day had already broken a...
Chapter 1
Brockton Bay General Hospital
Taylor Hebert's room
January 7th, 2011
23:11
'Taylor looks so frail.' Danny Hebert thought, looking at his daughter being near-comatose in the bed of the hospital.
He didn't know yet how wrong he was.
Brockton Bay
A lonely alley, not far from the...
Been reading a lot of Xianxia and Worm and I've the most horrifying realization.
A Xianxia world was exactly what the entities were aiming for. Where power dictates everything, where conflict happens based on the smallest infraction and where progress is gained through the loss of humanity and...
AN: Honestly, should have reposted this to QQ a long time ago since I do most of my writing here, but I wanted to wait until I had new content to make it worthwhile. Enjoy!
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They woke up staring at the ceiling. Sleep was not technically...
I am seeking other perspectives on the themes inside of W.B. work or what the work itself wants to say.
An easy example to make is how Kohei Horikoshi in his work My Hero Academia (BNHA) start with the very simple thematic premise that “anyone can be a hero” or rather that a hero can come from...
Decay
"I've got eyes on them," Armsmaster heard Shadow Stalker report, having sent the Ward to the rooftops to scope out the situation. Her 'patrol' this night had been unsanctioned, but rather than coming down heavy on her, he had thought to turn it into a learning moment, and perhaps make...
{Test bip, italics, bold, ¹²³}
£ - Foundations 1.1
⁂1.1
(January 2nd, 2011)
It was snowing as we drove home. Dad had wanted to take me ice skating at a lake he used to visit with his family when he was my age. I'd been reluctant at first, but really we hadn't done anything together in a...
Chapter 1
It was over. Finally.
And I was so, so tired.
I could feel her, still in the back of my mind, plotting to take control over me. Nesting plots within plots. The Administrator, desperate to reach her puppet strings to everything.
I heard Contessa drone on behind me as I sat, kneeling...
Yo!
This is a story-only version of a quest currently being run on my patreon!
You can find the Patreon Post, where you may submit your votes, at this link: https://www.patreon.com/posts/149708773?pr=true
All votes are counted, though they don't all count the same, and the poll is run every...
Kyushu prefecture, Kagoshima, November 22nd 1999.
Tonight of all nights I had to be reborn?
Really?
Fine then.
'How tough is this fucker?' the young man Kenta, better and later known as the name Lung thought, even as his mind started to slip under the effect of his transformations, higher...
Threadmarks: 1.1 Waking Up With a Sun in His Chest
Greg woke up already tired.
Not the kind of tired that went away with a yawn and a stretch, but the bone-deep, system-level kind. The kind where his body had technically been horizontal and unconscious, but his brain refused to believe in the concept of "off."
Light speared straight into his...
The story is from Neji's POV. Not an easy character for me, to be honest.
Hiashi wanted yet another demonstration between Hinata and myself. A complete waste of my time. I saw Hanabi walking as I headed to the dojo.
"Hanabi-san" I greet her. My youngest cousin offered me a tiny smile...
Hey there!
I've got a concept I'm looking to write, but i'm on the fence about whether it'd be better set in Danmachi or Worm.
It's ultimately a crack-fic, so it wouldn't be super faithful the original setting.
The concept is more or less a mix of Gate, Banishment, and Reincarnate being used...
I'm looking for what I assume is a Taylor Power Copier fic.
Notable plots.
Taylor may have potentially became a Simurgh Bomb after her plane was attacked.
She dated Ballistic at one point.
There seemed to have been a running joke of the Simurgh having a daddy punishment kink? As Taylor...
Important Notes:
#1 - This is from the POV of a kid keeping a journal about their life after a big change, and the prose reflects that.
#2 - Since this is in the format of a journal, there is no minimum word count, especially in the beginning.
"Entire Work" mode is recommended, since the short...
Threadmarks: Chapter 1: The Night I Gave Birth to Gods
Fingers numb. Eyes burning like I'd stared into the sun too long. May 1st, 2011—my laptop's clock blinked that at me before everything went to hell, but honestly, who'd been keeping track? Dad downstairs, probably conked out on the couch with the TV muttering some old Dockworkers rerun. Little...
Waking up tasted like copper and old fear.
Not the locker stink anymore—that had finally started fading from my hair after a week of scrubbing like I could wash the whole year away—but something deeper, quieter. Like the world had tilted half an inch overnight and nobody bothered telling me. I...
The bus rattled to a stop with a pneumatic hiss that sounded like the world's most exhausted sigh, and Taylor Hebert pressed her forehead against the grimy window, watching the gravel lot unfold below. Pinewood Summer Camp. Two weeks of forced socialization, bug-infested cabins, and activities...
Weaver.exe
Chapter 1 — The Voice That Rewrote Destiny
The dark wasn't silent.
Silence meant peace, stillness, a breath of quiet.
This was different.
This was alive.
A humid, festering breath pressed against my skin, thick with rot and decay. Every inhale scraped like sandpaper down my...