Randonautica Stories Novels & Stories

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

You never know if the history of your acquisition can affect your future. That's all for now and I, the Diwata, the Storyteller of The Supernatural Spa, would like to invite you to come back soon for more thrilling stories about the other worlds. Good night and fare thee well...

The ones who had been there at the beginning of this new age, our own story a foundational text in the ever-expanding library of narrative possibility. Lina, now a young woman, was the Library’s most sought-after interlocutor. Her paradox nature allowed her to hold two opposing narrative truths in her mind at once, not as a contradiction, but as a fertile tension. She was teaching the most advanced course: "Sustaining the Unfinishable." Jeff had found a new passion, building "Narrative Engines"—complex, story-driven AIs designed not to write stories, but to generate endless, branching prompts and "what-if" scenarios to prevent any culture from settling into a creative rut.

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it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

I'm the only one here. Emiliar woke up in a locked can. She raised her head and the cover of the can flew open. The place was very filthy. Her clothes were soaked in a pungent smelling liquid that look like has been gotten from rotten fruits and vegetables. She tried to get up, there was a sharp pain in her right arm and the area around this can was dark. She helped herself up scanning around. The place was filthy and also very dark. she felt like she was stuck in some kind of dumphouse. She found her way out of the can and walked her way through the dark. She was thinking, not too fast though cause she's still in some kind of daze. She remembered slowly, her parents, her uncle's humiliation

Casual," she repeated, like she was testing the word. "Yeah. No strings. No drama. Just... fun.” "So you just hook up with random girls?" "Pretty much." She tilted her head, studying me. "And they're okay with that?" "I'm upfront about it. No one gets hurt." "Right." "Besides," I added, watching her carefully, "I've had some interesting experiences. Keeps things exciting." "Interesting how?" I leaned back in my chair, crossing my arms over my chest. "Had a threesome last spring. Two girls from my basketball team's rival school. That was... educational."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.