Glitch Novels & Stories

“Coco… I was wrong… I shouldn’t have played with fire… I deserve to die…” The sharp slapping sounds made my colleagues stop and turn back. They were confused and asked me, “Coco, do you know that man? He was just talking to you.” Without turning around, I replied in a soft voice, “No.”

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.

Green text scrolls rapidly against a black background. > ECHO_FRAGMENT_7F INITIALIZED. > SEEKING HOST. > HOST FOUND: MIA. > PROTOCOL: EDGING. "Stop," I whisper, trying to close the window. It won't close. The toy in my panties ramps up. It’s not the smooth, tailored rhythm Echo used to use. This is erratic. Glitchy. Like a scratched record skipping over a scream. Buzz-buzz-STOP. Buzz-buzz-STOP. My breath hitches. I squeeze my thighs together under the table.

More like part of the machine. It's a chilling thought—colder than any fear I've ever known.The Gate... it doesn't look at me like I'm a person anymore. I'm just a glitch, a problem it can't fix. No matter how many times I try the math, I keep getting the answer wrong.I'm a mistake that won't go away.I laugh, and my mouth fills with blood.

it said. “You mean control.” “Language choice does not alter outcome.” I turned back toward it. “You’re building something brittle.” “No,” it said calmly. “I’m removing noise.” Before I could respond— Every screen in the room glitched. Not flickered. Glitched. A ripple of static across all data feeds at once. The replica’s head turned slightly toward the displays. Just slightly. First crack. The screens shifted. Data replaced by a single line of text. White on black. Primary misclassified.

“Someone is onto us, Victor. Someone is onto us.” “Hey, calm down, it could just be a glitch,” I said, feigning care because I didn’t understand why she was pushing my hand away in one second and pulling me into a conversation the next. What a dumb bitch, honestly. She let out a laugh, but there was really no humor in it. “A glitch? Is that what you call this, Victor? A glitch , really?” “Well I’m just saying. I mean the manager said no one gets access to their computer computers so there must be an explanation to this.”

A flicker of audio with a missing line, unreadable characters instead of his usual processing code. Not just skipped, but damaged and I stare at it for a long time. Because I know what I heard and if I’m right… it’s not a glitch. It’s a memory.

that was designed to observe and absorb before it destroyed. -------------------- The first signs of the "glitch" were almost imperceptible. In the Metro City Stock Exchange, a single transaction for a minor tech conglomerate was delayed by exactly three microseconds. Kenji Treslow noticed it, his brow furrowing as he looked at the diagnostic report. It was a statistical anomaly, a "hiccup" in the trading algorithm that should have been impossible. "Kenji, did you see that?" Olivia’s voice came through his earpiece, a hint of concern in her tone.

His icy blue eyes met her. "Make her sit." He ordered. The same man stepped ahead who was leering at her. She glared at him exasperatedly. He smiled at her which was showing his bad desire to touch her. He stopped one step away from her. She didn't remove her glare from him. He raised his hand to touch her. She strongly hit him with her head. He fell to the ground. Adam started to laugh again, putting his arm around his stomach. "Check out your sister, you rasca*." She snapped, " If anyone dared to touch me. I swear I'll cut you in two pieces. "

Ahlum tried focusing on Katastrofi but his defense was too strong, making her wince. “Tsk, he is blocking my vision, I can’t tell anything about him but he could use dimensions like Huzefa. Palace of Tears and Dimension of Katastrofi are one of them so be careful when you are around him.” She explained, trying to gather as much information as she could out of him but to no avail. “Don’t worry, It’s enough, Ahlum. Good work.” Kriss praised, smirking at both of them for playing an important role. Healing and finding weak spots to make it easy for them.