Author : MajorKerina

In an age of fungal computers inside people's heads, the boundaries between reality and illusion are much harder to distinguish.

Author : Adrian Cassius

Everybody wants to be free from daily life, but when faced with the opportunity to achieve complete freedom, most crumble under the fear of their own limitlessness and yearn to go back to a restricted, comfortable life. Some people, on the other hand, rise to the occasion and do everything in their power to reach freedom. Among these types of individuals, there is Akir, a psychologically tormented young man with an unusual history. After he is transported into a mysterious construct called the Ruins, he starts a ruthless journey towards true freedom, which he believes will bring him happiness. Things don't go according to plan, though, as the trials he is put through start making him question his morality and the opinions he lives by. Eventually, his identity comes into question, and he starts to lose himself, his life goals threatening to fade into nothingness. *** This is a rewrite, so there's the perk of chapters being uploaded consistently without fail, and there is no chance of the story being discontinued or anything like that. The final product is about 370 pages long. I hope you enjoy reading. *** Upload schedule: One chapter every day at 8 p.m. Central Time.

Author : GenXel

My website: https://putiancom.wordpress.com This is a short story about revenge or something along the lines. (This is my first story ever written so please go ham at criticising my work.) Death. It is a form of punishment or torture. And can be also be a form of salvation. Ultimately, it forms different perspectives depending on the beholder itself and on how the beholder take it as. Life. A point in time where finding your purpose. Purpose, of life itself and experience its flow, either epiphany or hell. Death. It is an end. A point of no return. It also makes the beholder feel free, breaking away from the chain of life. It makes the beholder recollect and reflect when crossing the boundary between life and death. Boundaries. A place where a path will ultimately, be chosen with or without consideration in the decision, free. . . . A place where recounting life, take it as a feeling. The joys and sorrow accumulated, playing back, making the beholder reexperience life. "Reminiscing."

Author : Pao275

'Tis be a part of mine desmesne, I dedicate it to communicating with a Youngling most uncertain 'bout everything, It shall be a way to reassure her that what she considers mistakes aren't, that her jokes truly are funny, and most importantly, that she is loved. I wish to see her grow happy, and not be culled in her youth age like many before her, I desire to watch this flower bloom, and there is naught I would not do for this.

Author : nasonjelson

When our narrator's wife dies, he struggles to be a good parent to his daughter, Eleanor. He wants to be, but he is stuck in a whirlwind of depression; seeing all of his mistakes past and present and how they would negatively impact Eleanor. When he starts having visions of his wife, he starts to question his sanity, but also the makeup of the known universe. Is it a ghost? Is he seeing a mirage from the past? Is he seeing beyond the veil of space and time? It's a journey of self-discovery, but more than that, it's a journey of love, towards love.