Futile Struggles Novels & Stories

of the Union—the slow, agonizing, one-step-at-a-time struggle of a people who refused to dissolve—it began to "Choke." The war was a "Battle of Wills." The Engine tried to turn Audrey’s arm into a cloud of butterflies; she forced it back into a soot-stained hand through sheer "Mental-Inertia." Lucas fought the dissolution of the ship’s hull by reciting the "Laws of Thermodynamics" as if they were a holy prayer. They were the "Stoppers in the Sink," holding back the flood of "Infinite-Chaos" with the "Grit" of their collective memory.

Her struggling was faint but there. The grass was wet. Soft. I buried my fingers in it. Felt it curl around my fingers. This was life. Unfair. Difficult. A struggle of who was the strongest. This was the nature of people. To claw and fight until their last breath because they knew nothing else.

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No matter how hard I tried to mount in the mud of misery, no matter how I keep on standing whenever I tumbles down, everything seems to shatter so easily in the end. Is it so hard to aim for happiness in this world? God knows I tried to be brave and strong to keep on fighting the battles but no matter how hard I strive, I still keep on losing and ending up being broken. I was not mean and didn't have ill intentions toward anyone. I never aggravated nor stepped on someone else's shoes, so why is this all happening to me? It's so unfair and I was so damn tired. It's like I wanna give up and just let life whatever strike on me. Maybe I was really born unlucky or maybe this is all I could ever

“You are strong, Celia.” “No, I am not. Look at me.” “In order to be strong Celia, one must go through something like this. People who are doing their daily chores can’t be called as strong, can they? Unless they are fighting something worse. We still are fighting. All I want is you.”

I just have to keep an eye out. As Red goes deeper into the suburbs, the area becomes more and more decrepit as signs of decay and lack of maintenance show themselves through dirty buildings, cracked asphalt roads, and old graffiti. Ugh… Walking through the poor suburban areas, Red was a bright beacon for people who had malicious intentions. So… Anna Aspert, got into college but lives in a rundown place like this? I’ll have to see what that’s about… Maybe a scholar?

Struggling against the restraints only intensified the searing pain coursing through my body, a stark reminder of the futility of my attempts to break free. For what felt like an eternity, I battled against the unyielding chains, each futile struggle sapping the last vestiges of my strength. The echoes of my cries for help lingered in the stagnant air, unanswered and futile against the cold, silent walls that confined me. As minutes stretched into an agonizing passage of time, I came to a reluctant realization – my efforts to break free were in vain. Exhaustion gnawed at me, a relentless reminder of my limited energy reserves.

With determination, I made my way towards the opening, my mind set on raising the pillar to clear the path ahead. I wrapped my hands around the rough surface of the pillar, my muscles straining against its weight. The dust-filled air made it difficult to grip, but I refused to give up. With every ounce of strength I could muster, I exerted myself, my body trembling under the strain. But the pillar remained unmoved, a stubborn obstacle standing between me and Scarlett. Frustration welled up within me, mingling with the desperation that gripped my soul. I pounded my fists against the pillar in a fit of rage, the pain reverberating through my body.

He cleared his throat, and still he couldn't find the right words to start his speech, when he finally did, he looked so sad. "I think today is the worse day of My life. To see this sort of thing is heart breaking, I am heart broken, the king is heart broken that his beloved, have been turned to stone, but we are not going to give up, we are going to fight, and fight, till there is nothing more to do. We are going to destroy all that wants to destroy us, no matter who they are to us.

he muttered to himself, disgusted by the failure. He paced the room, frustration building with every step. His plans were crumbling, and his patience was running thin. His goal had been simple: weaken Valle, capture him, and harness his power. But despite his efforts, nothing was going as planned. He hadn’t made any real progress, and time was slipping away. Augustine had pretended to be traveling, telling others he was busy with work, when really, he was buying time to perfect his formula. Yet, success continued to elude him.