Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

‘Shit that's not what I meant. M- “Oops, that came out all wrong. Your performance on our next date. L - “Either way I can assure you I will not disappoint.” Maisie almost forgot to breathe as she read the text. She bit her lower lip as she texted back, M - “Words are just words if not proven. I'll only believe it when I see it.” As Maisie clicked send she reread her text. She closed her eyes when she noticed it sounded totally wrong.

The boundaries between worlds seemed fragile, like thin ice ready to crack. Richard, now regaining some of his strength, stared at the portal in awe. "Is that... Are those other realms?" Selene nodded gravely. "Indeed. The Heartstone's activation, while saving this realm, has torn the fabric between worlds. If we don't act quickly, the chaos of intertwining realities will consume them all." A particularly haunting image from the portal caught my attention — a devastated version of the town square, with its people appearing gaunt and devoid of hope. The stark contrast to our current surroundings was a chilling reminder of the stakes.

I argue, “On Earth, we have war, pollution, starvation, and pain. It is full of inequities. Nothing is balanced.” “It isn’t perfect,” she admits. “But it isn’t as bad as it could be. Maybe things are not quite peaceful, but imagine a world where entire continents are burned to ash and all humans, wolves, and witches are enslaved to the whims of the warlocks while the daemon holds the keys to the shadow roads, keeping the fae locked in Tara.” “I get it, WWIII and global warming mixed with a whole lot of hellfire,” I joke. “Apocalypse, Ragnarok etc etc.”

Adrian had sighed and said, "There's no such thing as an absolutely good world, because the world is made up of human hearts. There is good, there is evil, there is selfishness, and there is hypocrisy. Everyone blames the state of the world, but few consider how they themselves contribute to it. The world has become this way because everyone has a part in it." She then asked Adrian, "If this is the best world we can have, then what does a bad world look like?" Adrian had thought for a moment before answering, "A bad world is one filled with endless war, with internal strife and external threats. There will be natural disasters and man-made calamities, where people are scattered and displaced

Sebastian follows suit. “You can never be too old to play. Just like in love. You can never be too old to fall in love. The world just wouldn't agree on that because they always oppose things that make one happy. That's what makes the world a crazy place to live in. It's not the world itself that's toxic, it's the residents. The same residents that call themselves human, yet they do not act humane at all,” he quotes, something I believe is abnormal for a physically beautiful man like him because I have always believed that handsome men are basically arrogants. A smart word from a smart guy.

Not in a system that allowed everything to exist. Including the things that could undo it. I shifted my awareness outward again. Wider than before. Not just the immediate cluster. but the entire field. And it was there. Subtle. Scattered. Not one fracture. many. Some barely formed. Some already influencing. All quiet. All possible. My chest tightened. “They’re everywhere.” “Yes.” “Not dominant.” “No.” “But inevitable.” “Yes.” That word settled deep. Because it meant. this wasn’t a failure. It wasn’t a mistake.

*** Just for a second. *** The world ahead wasn’t broken. *** It was undecided. *** Colors slightly off. Edges not fully committed. Distance hard to measure. *** Like reality hadn’t finished forming. *** ### She Steps Anyway “Of course it looks like this,” she said under her breath. *** And walked in. *** ### Immediate Wrongness Sound returned— *** all at once. *** Too much of it. *** Every step. Every breath. Every shift of fabric— *** loud. *** Too loud. *** ### The Overcorrection

Me: "Why?" Him: "Do you get the feeling that the world is not right? Everything seems to be a bit off, but you can't tell what's wrong, you can't see through what's wrong. There are times when something will float out vaguely, and then when you try to grab it it's gone again, mirage-like. Sometimes you will obviously feel that the problem is not so simple, every thing, every object behind the existence of something, and you can be sure that many of the laws are connected, but think about it and then messed up. There's so much you don't understand in this world, you get so confused that you break down, it's like you can't see through a hazy glass, and in the end you have to use philosophy to

Nyxaria I didn't know a tiny pane of glass could hold so much madness. Nobody was holding a knife to my throat or forcing me to stare, but the damn thing just drew me in deeper with every glowing page. One minute I was checking the city's perimeter, and the next, I was deep into something called "global warming." Honestly, the human world was a beautifully disorganized disaster. Apparently, human men had spent centuries hogging all the power just to burn the planet to a crisp.

she widely smiles when she saw her little sister. "Sarah, there are both black and white in this world. These two colors are parts of our life. God puts us in a world of black and white for us to see everything, for us to realize that life isn't about happiness only." Sarah walks near to her little sister. "Don't worry. Everything ends with a happy ending. If this is not happy, then its not the end yet," Samantha said before disappearing from Sarah's sight. Sarah turned her sight to the sea. Realizations hit her. "You're right, sis. It is not the end yet."