2nd-glance Novels & Stories

But as it hit the iron blade, it began to smoke. **[ERROR: UNAUTHORIZED DATA MODIFICATION]** **[CRITICAL FAILURE: NARRATIVE CORRUPTION DETECTED]** I slammed the bloody sword into the ground. "I am Kaima!" I roared. "And I am the **Glitch**!" A wave of black static erupted from the sword. It wasn't beautiful. It was terrifying. It looked like ink spilled on a painting, spreading out and erasing the silver suits, the white staffs, and the perfect faces of the Shareholders.

You will be kept informed of developments as they occur. I read it at my desk. Then I read it again, not because the first reading had been unclear but because I had learned, after years of receiving difficult information, that a second reading was a useful diagnostic tool. If the second reading felt the same as the first, the information had been processed accurately. If it felt different, something in the first reading had been filtered through the particular lens of whatever I was carrying that day. The second reading felt the same as the first.

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

The sunlight basks the entire city with glorious warm light as the buildings reflect the golden sky. Mauve takes in a deep breath of fresh air whipping her hair across her face. As she tucks the stray hairs behind her ears she realized that Nicholas has been staring at her next to the railings, hovering on top of a glass board. “Woah that’s soo cool!” “I know right, Sapient let me test their new board. And I thought you’d be the first one I’ll show it off to.” “What’s special with this one?” “Sapient took out the gran. Now it runs out off of nothing.”

Sehrize returns the contents of her head that went too far. TBC.

Dashiell spoke, his tone low and sharp. She nodded affirmatively, and Dashiell stifled a laugh. Boris placed the laptop on Dashiell's desk, and we began to look at clips of different people with gaps, which made it hard to comprehend. "You were asked to blink twice to activate the lenses, and just because you didn't do that twice doesn't mean that it won't activate when you blink at intervals. The only difference is the clear video recording from blinking twice and the gaps from blinking once," Dashiell added, the corner of his lips moving to reveal a smirk.

"The command line is unresponsive! The system is... it’s locking me out!" I shoved him aside and took the controls, my fingers slamming against the keys. Nothing. The screen began to glitch, lines of code fracturing into white noise. A window popped up in the center of the display—a window that hadn't been there before. It wasn't a system error. It was a greeting. A single line of text appeared, written in a cold, elegant font: “Greed is a fascinating thing, Julian. It makes even the most careful men forget to look at the bait.”

My acquaintance asked whether I wished to attend the funeral, and I thought for a moment before I sent a modest sum for the funeral expenses. The past drifted away like smoke; I did not look back, nor did I wish to linger on it. Kenneth cooed and pointed at the windowsill, where a golden shaft of sunlight poured in, brilliant and infinite.

When he arrived at the area, Luca pushed aside the curtains and then looked at the scenery outside. The atmosphere on the street was so quiet because a few people there had woken up to do their usual activities. The lights illuminate a nearby office building. A man with blood type AB could only observe the view, and the kissing scene with Abby suddenly appeared in his mind. Luca was so surprised that he as soon as possible shook his head as if to emphasize that all of that was just a part of his memory and not something real.

She recognized some of the beautiful paintings from museums and thought of Mrs Jones to being a collector. She saw herself getting distracted by all of the marvelous paintings and eye-catching antiques and quickly took her tablet out to open her designs. She had opt for three of her best designs to show Mrs Jones and hoped she would like it. While checking for last minute changes and details, a message window from Mr Yang popped up on her tablet screen. She hadn't informed Mr Yang about quiting. She ought to reply but swiped it away when she heard footsteps reaching the living room.