Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

“Some kind of magic.” “Ya think, dippy?” Onyx sniped. “Hey, I’m trying to figure this out! Not all of us have the luxury of lounging around in someone else's head all day.” Frustration built in my chest like steam under pressure. Someone had to be watching. They had to see me trying to get in. So why weren’t they responding? “What if no one’s in there?” Onyx said, voice suddenly serious. “What if this is the end of the world? You know, maybe the world really is flat and we just hit the edge.”

The thing that is broken? My blood turned cold. He wasn't just aware of the Other's entropy; he was aware of any kind of spiritual dissonance. He saw anger, greed, jealousy, and lies as just different shades of gray. They were flaws in the perfect, colorful tapestry of the world that the Anima Mundi had become. Kael did too. The tension between us, which we had been hiding behind a shared goal and desperate love, was now clear. We were both scared of what our son was turning into, but for different reasons.

“This isn’t part of the system.” The space cracked because now this wasn’t correction. this was creation. and as the ripple grew subtle. but undeniable I realized. with a sharp, chilling certainty. we didn’t just fix the world. we created something new that doesn’t follow any of the rules we built… and we have no idea what it wants yet.

concerned " everything is wrong George everything-m-my brother is going to be locked up for a long time, my marriage is on the verge of breaking down into pieces, my boss is giving me.hell,my head hurts so bad! - my baby's asthma might get worse...im just a mess " she cried harder, I went by her side to just hug her tight and let her cry. " our marriage isn't falling apart Lexa, I messed up pretty bad, now you doubting us coz of me. Baby I'm sorry for this cheating, I swear on my soul it won't happen no more, it was a once off-"

At that moment, the son stepped in and his eyes widened in shock as well. "I....I saw people moving in them. It was....it was scary" I stuttered to the woman. Why do I feel like....I did something wrong? "Hold on; she broke the television on purpose?" The son asked and I took my gaze to the floor immediately. Why do they keep calling it television? Or is that what it is over here? Do they call their mirrors televisions? "Seriously mum, Is this the kind of attitude you wanna tolerate here? I'm...."

I'm even wearing a gown right now and somehow I know that it's normal as the women around me also wear like that except that it's more modest and simple than what I'm wearing. "Transferring the world's information..." I heard a computer-like voice again. I hold my breath secretly as a lot of data came into my head and there's one sentence I can think of right now as they sink into me. "Holy shit of a God." •°`Monarch of the Underworld`°• "Maybe I'm so used to look at the darkness that the moment I lay my eyes on you, I was so fascinated with the colors you've brought" •••

“Of course...so tell me, Colin? Is there anything else you failed to mention that you're getting to?...” “Nothing else out of the ordinary…” “Well nothing’s ordinary anymore Colin…” he answered immediately. “Nothing ever has been…” “The world isn't such a perfect normal land and utopia of humanity. We aren't even fully humans. We're monsters, and each of us possesses power that courses through our veins from the freaking sky or some deity who lives there…” he said, incredulous. “Not one thing is normal here. The birds, the trees, the sky, the fucking afternoon sun for the faint of heart…”

"It doesn't taste like anything." No one answered immediately. That silence told me I should already be worried. "Maybe your senses are overloaded," Jade said too quickly. Too gently. I hated gentle almost as much as I hated careful. "Or maybe pieces of me are disappearing now," I said. "Don't do that," she said. "Do what?" "Take one thing and make it the end of the world before we know what it is." I laughed once. "You're right. Maybe the end of the world is later this week."

He trailed off, searching for the words. "Not everyone walking out alive," I finished for him. He nodded, the motion small and controlled. "In our world, Señorita, such fights rarely end without death." Our world. As if multiple realities were operating simultaneously, the normal one where people argued and made up, and this shadow realm where disagreements ended in bullets and blood. "I need to be alone for a while, Julio," I said, unable to process the weight of everything while being watched. He hesitated, then nodded. "I will be outside the door."

"Because the truth isn't what you think it is. It's not some black-and-white fairy tale where the good guys win and justice prevails." "Then what is it?" She's trying to sound brave, but I can hear the tremor underneath. "It's messy and ugly." My voice drops lower, more intimate. "And when you find out what the world really is, what the people you trust really are... it's going to destroy that perfect little worldview you've built." Something flickers across her face—doubt, fear, anger all mixing together in a way that makes her eyes shine. "You don't know anything about my worldview," she says, but her voice wavers.