Glitch Novelas e Histórias

Lita held her breath, her body frozen solid as ice. "The only man you'll be begging to overwrite your memories with... will be me. Not him." The freezing atmosphere of the server room suddenly felt like it was engulfed in a blazing inferno. The emotional tension spiked past the critical limit. Lita could only stare into the eyes of the stoic man who was now exposing his raw, primal intensity with zero restraint. Her heart's system was glitching so hard it could no longer process the data. Grumble... grumble...! Just as they were suspended in this intense, breathless trance, Lita's stomach let out a shamelessly loud growl, ruining the moment completely.

Falling wasn’t like the movies. There was no wind rushing past my ears, no sense of speed. Instead, there was a sickening, rhythmic **glitching**. One second, I was Kaima, the girl who bled gold. The next, I was a string of binary code, a flickering shadow, a memory of a girl who never existed. Each time I "glitched," a piece of my heart felt like it was being rubbed out by a giant, invisible eraser.

--- The words weren’t defiance anymore. --- They were fact. --- The kind that couldn’t be rewritten. --- Couldn’t be optimized away. --- Another glitch— --- Closer. --- A man stumbled mid-step— --- Not reset immediately. --- Not corrected instantly. --- He looked around— --- Eyes narrowing. --- Awareness flickering through him like something waking up. --- Then— --- Delayed correction. --- Too late. --- “He saw it,” he said quietly. --- A pause. --- “He actually saw it.” --- And that—

Even the bug fixes matched mine. Something was seriously wrong. That was when a voice, low and sharp, cut right into my ear. "Kelsey, are you snooping through my code?"

“A… glitch. In the song of progress. A single note, held too long. It’s not part of the melody. It’s a splinter.” As he spoke, I saw it. A flicker at the edge of the cornfield. Not a person. A smudge. A patch of reality that seemed to lag a half-second behind everything else, like a trailing afterimage. I pointed. “There.” We approached cautiously. The smudge resolved into the shape of a person, a young farmhand, frozen mid-stride, hauling a bucket. He was transparent, faintly glowing with a soft, golden light. And he was repeating his motion: step, haul, step, haul, over and over, a perfect, silent three-second loop.

The glade no longer merely glowed—it gathered. Light sloped inward from leaf and stream and air, pooling where their hands met, as if the world had decided to tip itself toward this one point. The tripartite radiance—silver, viridian, pelagic blue—tightened into a spiral and began to turn. Not fast. Purposeful. The hum beneath their feet rose half a note, and every living thing in the clearing adjusted itself to the pitch: petals cupped, roots loosened, the stream slowed as though listening.

The boy paused. Then stepped aside. Inside, the space was colder, lit with wall-mounted panels salvaged from old solar rigs. Machinery cluttered the corners—half-built drones, stripped weapons, cooling vents that leaked steam and oil. She emerged from the shadows like a spider. Madam Glitch looked like someone who had survived five different lives and didn’t like any of them. One arm was entirely mechanical, long fingers clicking against each other. Her face was lined, unreadable. A jagged coil ran from her left temple into a metal collar around her neck.“You brought something,” she said flatly.

“Could he have noticed all this?” Just then, a memory flashed through my mind and soured my mood, killed my urges, and left me a broken girl again. I remembered Chris Westwood and how I was secretly dying for him, only for me to be used and dumped, and now my heart was creating a space for someone else just within a short period. I can’t believe this.

The wings fluttered once more, then stopped. "Glitched," she murmured. "Just like the others." Aria crouched beside the bird, frowning. "What does that mean? Why is it doing that?" Selene hesitated, her gaze scanning the horizon like she was looking for something she didn't want to find. "You're not ready for all of it yet." Aria's eyes narrowed. "Then give me part of it. Stop treating me like I'm asleep." Selene exhaled through her nose, sharp. "Fine. You're not hallucinating. These aren't tricks. The seams between what's real and what was real are tearing. The glitches happen when the universe tries to correct itself… and fail

his friend asked, squinting up at the screen. “That!” he hissed, pointing. “The billboard — it… it moved. Like… it wasn’t supposed to move.” The girl laughed nervously, shaking her head. “You’re just imagining things. That’s what happens when you play video games during school time too much.” “No, seriously,” he insisted, voice low. “Even the ATMs! They reset. All of them. At the exact same second. This isn’t normal.” The glitch wasn’t just visual — it felt predatory, testing, watching. Then, just as suddenly, the distortion vanished. The model’s smile snapped back into perfect symmetry, eyes bright and empty, radiating manufactured joy.