That's it! Time's up for Danny. He's stuck inside the PAC during his first full lunar phase since being infected. This could be a disaster, unless he's able to remain in control of himself. Is he going to hurt someone? Who will it be and how many?

She could hear boots behind her as she burst through the door. She tore through the streets, scanning for guards but there were none, this part of town was largely overlooked, overrun by beggars and thieves. The only thing she could think to do was scream. “Hey! He’s killing her! Help! He’s trying to kill me!”

Prologue Oakley is in a strange world. Something really weird is about to happen. And her life is about to change forever.

This story begins with a girl named Oakley. She has a unique life but not everyone knows how bad it is. She acts as if nothing's wrong but that's not the truth. You’ll be the first to find out.

The thickness of her thighs giving way to an hourglass mid-section with ample bosom and darkness overshadowing the gleam in her eyes. She spent the next moments sketching wolves where their fierce eyes entangled with fur and they had a sliver of human-ness in their pupils. Continue Reading.

Here is just a little snippet from the end of my chapter 1. I sometimes never get the foreshadowing in books so i decided to make it easier for myself.

A person confined in a sterile pod in the year 2084 reflects on their isolation under a controlling group called the Saviors, who promise eventual rebirth in a “new Eden.” Surrounded by others in similar enclosures, they begin to question the imposed beliefs of obedience and endurance. Through silent communication with a neighboring girl who still holds faith, the narrator realizes their own skepticism has grown too strong to ignore. Rejecting the doctrine, they seize a symbolic plaque and shatter the glass barrier of their prison. In an act of defiance and self-determination, they choose uncertainty and freedom over passive confinement, leaping into the unknown.

The first truth I have to admit is this: being a writer in this era feels like standing on a cliff edge while the ground keeps eroding under your feet. The world moves at a velocity that mocks reflection. Technology accelerates everything—communication, outrage, forgetting—until the human voice risks becoming background noise in its own century. And yet, paradoxically, this is exactly why the theater remains one of the last sanctuaries where a writer can still slow time, still insist on breath, still demand that an audience sit in the dark and listen. These four new stage plays—bound together under the title Drama For High Society—are my attempt to carve out that sanctuary. They are not polite plays. They are not designed for a world that scrolls. They are built for the stage, where the spoken word still has the audacity to matter.

The good news? You’re not alone, and there is a path forward. Below we’ll break down what typically happens when you’re caught cheating,

All three of us, Me, Salvador, and Mariana were in Salvador’s office. Face to face we were. “Mr. Prolongo, I believe we owe you an apology and an explanation,” said Salvador. “I’m going to have to agree with you on those two points, Mr. de Bahia. Please do.” Steam bellowed from my collar. I pulled back, knocked over some boxes, and let Sal have one in the bread basket. He doubled over as much as he could in these tight quarters with a whoof. Lola held him tight. He told her he was fine and that he deserved it. I had half a mind to bop Lola too but I refrained

life can be very hard as a 18 year old,but everyone says its worse being older,cause they have many responsibilities but as an 18 year old that cant figure out what her goals and what shes gonna do for the rest of her life,my responsibilities is staying alive to make it to 19 and so on.

Hello dear viewer! Do you like dark bullshit? What about cannibalistic axe-murderers? If not that, then what about disgusting shit that would make any DeviantArt user lose gallons? Well (un)fortunately for you, this story has all of that! The story revolves around our protagonist: Gale, a strange, demented woman who has strange idol issues. The problem is her idol is her sister: Vesper, an obese opera singer who is too sweet to say no to her(obviously) deranged sister. Random bullshit commences when Vesper's fame leads to many wealthy men wanting her hand, which makes Gale jealous to no end. Surely she will make perfectly reasonable choices and not go off the deep end... Right?

A girl uses her creativity to somehow impress a deity. This is done with scrap she turned into an entertaining treasure.

Phantom Frequency ───────────────────────────── By Eric Uriel Hendrickson “The system doesn’t change because of perfect people. It changes because of broken people who refuse to quit.” ───────────────────────────── Axiom Heights, 2026 Chapter 1 Out of Redline ✦ The gates of Redline Maximum Security Prison did not open so much as grind apart, like the jaws of something that had been chewing on Marcus Rivera for eight years and finally decided to spit him out. He stood in the thin morning light with a transparent plastic bag hanging from one fist. Inside it: a broken watch with a cracked face, forty-seven dollars in worn bills, and a photograph so creased it had become soft as cloth. He'd handled it so many times over the years that the image was starting to blur at the edges —

A poem on my childhood love and the outcome of our decisions... It was tough to handle through it and I chose to write a poem to express my feelings, hoping to find comfort.

In 'Cycling up', the tension builds and so does the energy. Danny knows what's coming; the boar told him so. He's afraid of what he might do to the people who deserve it but even more afraid for the people who don't.

This is a glimpse to the first chapter of the book I'm currently writing. I'm open to feedback and suggestions. An introduction to the world and the characters. Enjoy!!

Hell was having a party. It made sense, from their perspective. The Son had been taken care of. The tomb was sealed. The celebration was in full swing – until a sound shook the floor that had no business being shaken, and a messenger arrived with the worst four words in the history of the infernal realm: The tomb is empty. Kingdom Divided is a demon’s-eye-view of history – a dark, darkly funny, and theologically unflinching look at the long war between Heaven and Hell, told from the losing side. Chapter One opens in the aftermath of the Resurrection, as the Boss tries to keep his hierarchy from completely unraveling while quietly processing the one outcome he couldn’t afford to be true. Think Paradise Lost meets bureaucratic horror. The devil wears a tailored suit, his hellhounds know when to stand down, and Death himself can’t explain how he lost the one soul he was supposed to keep.

A high school senior has to re-do his life time and time again until the 'system' thinks he did it right.

In a world long forgotten by the warmth of hope, a world where shadows clung to every corner like a second skin, there lived a father and his beloved son. Their home was modest, tucked away at the edge of a weary village where the sun rarely broke through the thick veil of despair that hung over the land. Life had once been vibrant here—children laughing in the streets, families gathering around fires, songs rising like incense into the night sky. But those days had faded into memory. A creeping darkness had settled over the world, draining color from the fields and strength from the hearts of its people. The father, a man of quiet strength and unwavering devotion, worked tirelessly to shield his son from the worst of the world’s suffering. The boy, gentle and full of light, carried a warmth within him that seemed untouched by the gloom around them. His laughter, rare but radiant, was like a spark in a world of ash.