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Broke reader, right you could say that. They're my inspiration, motivation and also distraction. I'm an orphan with no one to take care of me, I wasn't that confident in myself. “ Today's red moon. Did you hear that our wishes will come true if we make a wish?” I heard some of my colleagues squealing happily and I just rolled my eyes. Nonsense. Who would believe those kind of words these days? How stupid. I shook my head to get rid of those silly thoughts of my fellow colleagues. Wishes come true? What a bullshit!

The Mechanics of the Narrative-Anchor The chapter reaches its existential peak as Avery realizes the danger of "Absolute-Freedom." Without a "Standard," the Earth would eventually dissolve into a "Soup-of-Pure-Possibility." It was the "Entropy-of-Whim." If a single person’s nightmare became loud enough, it could manifest as a physical catastrophe. "We need a 'Fiction-Standard', Kaito!" Avery commanded, her voice vibrating with the power of the core. "If we don't 'Anchor' reality with a 'Shared-Story,' the planet will evaporate into static! We have to 'Choose' what is real!"

Time seemed to be moving more slowly as we drew nearer to the water beneath us. 3. Winning my sixth grade spelling bee... I tried blocking out the excruciating pain screaming at me in my ear, every second we were plunging further and further down. 4. Art classes with Miss Miller... The blocking worked and I felt the contact with the water as our car fell in. 5. Bedtime stories with my grandmother... I jerked forward at the impact it created 6. Becoming class president in fourth grade... The impact was so strong I could feel my neck crack as it got jerked back.

Suzanne said as a matter of factly. Tom Banks lectured on, pointing a penlight at his screen. A simple black and white illustration by Tucker Nichols was shown, with overlapping circles taking up the whole screen. On the left circle were the words ‘MUST BE’, in the overlap was the word ‘REAL’ and on the other circle were the words ‘CAN’T BE’. “What is real and what is not?” Tom asked the class.

"Look at me. Really look at me. I'm not in love with a fantasy. I'm in love with you. The real you. The wolf who has nightmares and fears and insecurities. The wolf who's doing her best while scared. The wolf who built a pack while traumatized. The wolf who's raising incredible children while constantly doubting herself. That's who I love. Not some perfect version. You. Messy and real and human. You're more than enough." "I also have dreams beyond just survival." I shared something lighter. "I want to write. Like actually write. Not just pack documents. Real writing. Stories. Maybe about True Alphas. About what it's like being hunted. About building something from nothing. I've been writing

John was optimistic but it wasn't enough to keep them still, the quivering sound of one of the campers was a signal that it was only a matter of seconds before everything went South for them. "Gary... I know you are frightened but please for your sake and the rest of us do not do anything stupid." John said trying to manage the whole situation and it was too late, the long claws of a beastly creature had slized through someone's flesh. The creature was huge with animalistic features of a wolf it's eyes a shiny red that was visible through the dark. It stood tall with the upper half of it's body widely intimidating and they all looked like ants before him. Their eyes went slowly to look at Ga

Closing my eyes, I force myself to breathe in and out. It is going to be okay. The realistic part of me assures me that there is always an explanation for everything. There is no such thing as magic. There must be a logical explanation for this. I spend the next two hours comforting myself that the truth will be revealed in time. * * * Author Note: Which one is the truth and which one is the illusion?

“Do you think it’ll last? This happiness” Ligon glanced around the room—the Sirens dancing barefoot, the wolves slamming mugs on the table in rhythm. “For tonight, yes. Tomorrow? Who knows.” “Always the realist.” “Someone has to be.” Valia eyes glinted but later drooped as she spoke. “ Realists often chain themselves,” she said softly. “They call it reason, but it’s fear dressed in fine words. Sometimes, you must believe in the impossible to touch it.”

_____ Chloe exhaled slowly as she closed the diary, her fingers lingering on the worn cover like it might still be warm from the story it held. “Okay…” she muttered under her breath, leaning back in her chair. “Now this one… this one isn’t just heat for the sake of heat.” She tapped the diary lightly against her palm, her brows knitting in thought. “This is what happens when fantasy crashes into reality and refuses to leave,” Chloe continued softly. “It started like adrenaline, fire, fear, survival. That kind of moment bonds people in a way that doesn’t make sense on paper. But what’s interesting here isn’t just the attraction…”

Any resemblance to real people, living or dead, or to actual events, is purely coincidental. This story is meant for entertainment. It’s not based on anyone’s personal life or experiences. I decided to include this note because I know how easily people connect fiction to reality, and I’d rather say it upfront. The goal here is just to tell a story. Nothing more, nothing less. Thank you again for giving this a chance. Whether you read one chapter or stay till the end, I appreciate you being here. I’m learning, improving, and building this story in real time, and having even one reader who sticks around makes it worth it.