Novel Vague Novels & Stories

I eye it suspiciously before opening it. Violet, I am the type of person to hide things. I am quiet and I am not the kind to show emotions. I hope you find this room to your liking and decorate it to your hearts content. I hope we can at least be cordial with one another as I have not feelings for you at this time. Your truly, Anthony

Nova felt cold. Not physically. Existentially. This wasn't an empty room. This wasn't a dark space. This was the absence of everything. The Void's voice echoed softly. "This was all there was." Silence followed. Endless silence. Nova looked around. Nothing existed. Nothing had ever existed. No stars. No worlds. No life. No possibilities. Only emptiness. Then a tiny light appeared. Far away. Small. Fragile. Origin. The memory-Origin drifted through the endless void.

No need to rush, the distance from this apartment to the campus is not far so that I freely manage my time. On the other hand, I'm also a writer. Yes even though not a famous writer. I'm just an ordinary writer who is not widely known, I have completed a book. A novel book about the life of a vampire king with a happy ending. Yes vampire king who has gained his throne, he is feared by everyone and always becomes mysterious in this world.

It was the same palace I saw in my dreams. If anything has changed, it is the more frightening and dark thing I saw in the dream. I almost lingered on that page because I couldn’t take my attention off the picture of the Vlaze kingdom. This book is written for the history of the kingdom long ago. And base on this book the kingdom suddenly vanished without any traces and no one know how and why. They did investigate this phenomenon but they can't solved it. Even the ruler and the citizens vanished along with the kingdom.

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Faded. Pieces of memories. But the pieces… are vague.

The hope of friendship still lingers in my mind. Despite my struggling life with my roommate my new novel gained momentum, which was focusing on the lives of wealthy individuals, I found myself caught up in the writing process. My editor, Henry, was pleased with my work, and it felt great. My new novel is based on my current situation. But picturing Haze to be more sweet, extraverted, and delicate. Each morning, I would wake up and head to the private gym in the apartment building that I had discovered a few weeks ago. Haze never mentioned its existence, and when I asked her about it, she simply shrugged and said, "You never asked," with an indifferent expression.

—the idea that the universe wasn't just made of atoms and energy, but of "Narrative-Structures." "The Curators tried to write a 'Dictionary'," Vane’s resonance explained, her mind now a complex lattice of iron-filings and light-waves. "They wanted every word to have one meaning. We are writing a 'Novel.' We are changing the 'Laws of Physics' into 'Suggestions of Style.' We’re making gravity 'Optional' on Tuesdays and making the speed of light 'Subject to Mood'."