Every World Seems Not Quite Right Novels & Stories

Bella I feel like a lost child seeking help, but there's no one out there who could possibly save me. The world looks scarier than it was before, and I see nothing except its dark side. These aren’t just thoughts; they’re my reality. I'm afraid, not only because of Alex's absence but because my baby, who did nothing wrong, might end up living without a father. As I was walking across the silent road, I suddenly lost my balance. I tried to keep myself standing, but I didn’t have the energy. Just when I felt like I was going to completely fall, I suddenly felt the warmth of someone's arms catching me, and then everything went blurry.

I sipped the apple juice of and alcohol I had no choice but to drink. "It doesn't matter when it's going to happen, all that matters is how we stop it," He grabbed a bottle and chugged it in one go, the news of the end of the world seeming to stress him out. I sighed as I placed my glass on the table, leaning back in my seat and putting my feet up on the table, "Relax, will you? There will be someone who will be able to stop her if when needed. In this world, there will always be an equal number of good and bad, never one without the other. It's what keeps the universe balanced, you know."

The system wanted functions. Tess shouted over alarms: “Do not assign them!” Elena stared. “Then what?” Tess answered: “Ask the worlds.” Simple. Messy. Impossible. Correct. A broadcast went out. Not: PROVE YOU ARE REAL. Not: SELECT YOUR REFERENCE. Instead: WHAT MAKES YOUR WORLD YOURS? Answers flooded in. “Our dead.” “Our language.” “Our children.” “Our laws.” “Our river.” “Our memories.” “Our mistakes.” “Our music.” “Our planet.” “Our disagreements.”

From: Megan Adams To: Scarlett Hudson You know how I always believed that there was good in this world, that the universe had a way of ultimately making things okay. Well, guess what? The universe finally proved me wrong. There is no balance. There is no justice in this world. Bad, unspeakable things happen to people who have done absolutely nothing to deserve them. Sometimes things get taken from you, things you can never get back. Men are despicable, vile creatures Scarlett. Don't trust them. Don't trust anyone.

--- Entire sections of reality misaligned— --- Layering over each other in ways that didn’t make sense. --- Buildings stretched— --- Then snapped back. --- Streets shifted— --- Then split. --- The perfect world— --- No longer perfect. --- No longer whole. --- “Elena…” --- His voice wasn’t calm anymore. --- It wasn’t controlled. --- “This is… this is collapsing too fast.” --- He was right. --- The system— --- Pushed beyond its limits— --- Was no longer stabilizing.

"You have lived for 200 years already, had been through every part of this world. I wonder kung bakit wala ka pa ding nakikitang rason para mamuhay ng normal? Aren't this beautiful world enough reason already?" "The world ain't beautiful," giit ko. "Its painful, torturous, full of sins and dangerous. There are crimes everywhere. People who do bad deeds to others, people who lie, people who kill, people who destroy each other. I have lived for that long, and the world never changes. It's full of sufferings." And you, too. By just being kept by your own father from his relatives is already unfair.

But as we grew stronger, the world grew more hostile. The sky turned a permanent, bruised purple. The ground began to "Clip"—sometimes a street would simply end in a bottomless white void, just like the Recycle Bin. The "Real World" was falling apart because the "Origin" (me) and the "Donor" (Rowan) were no longer playing their roles. "The system is crashing," I whispered one night as we sat by a fire.

Full of everything they had built and everything they were still building and everything that was going to come. The world kept moving.They moved with it. THE END

There was no center anymore—not in reality, not in perception, not in existence itself. Everything was distributed across multiple incompatible versions of itself. Ethan spoke quietly. “…Emma, it feels like there’s no main world anymore.” Emma responded. “There isn’t.” A pause. “Only many worlds that don’t agree.” Silence. The structure beyond reality flickered again. The eye now resembled infinite overlapping realities with no hierarchy of truth, each one fully active yet unable to unify with the others. The voice returned one final time. Not as statement. Not as question. But as system acknowledging its own loss of singularity.

Edmund said getting agitated "I am so sorry... I just don't want anything to stain our reputation" Wendy said almost sobbing "And how would marrying a girl with your grandchild bring shame to the family? This is unbelievable, where is the kind hearted woman I married? Where is the one who keeps looking out for her family's well being go to? What has come over you?" Edmund asked "Edmund you can't blame me okay? I just saw through the girl she was like a leech." Wendy said