Reality Fragment Novels & Stories

The moment the bottle of wine hit the floor, it was as if everything froze. A dull thud echoed as it struck the marble, immediately followed by the sharp crash of glass shattering, cutting through the silent hallway like a blade. Dark reddish-purple wine surged across the floor like a rushing current, spreading rapidly and winding into distorted patterns. The tiny shards of glass refracted the lights above coldly, resembling a spill of crushed diamonds—beautiful yet sharp enough to cut. Cheryl stood rooted to the spot, her fingertips still carrying the hollow sensation of letting go. Her arms hung by her sides, curling unconsciously.

Then, she turned to me guiltily and whispered, "I'll… I'll buy you another one next time." I nodded indifferently. I'd heard her make promises like that countless times and never seen her follow through. … At the photography studio, Marcus went first and even took several photos with Jessica. When it was my turn with her, the photographer raised his camera but awkwardly lowered it again. "Oops. Sorry, but I'm all out of film." I secretly cheered, but kept a straight face, saying calmly, "Oh. Forget it, then." As we left the studio, Jessica pulled a train ticket from her pocket and handed it to me. It was a standing-room-only ticket to Lisbeth, departing in four days.

He turned toward her. “When imbalance reaches threshold, reality shifts.” “That’s impossible.” “Is it?” Silence. “You remember dying.” Her throat tightened. “Yes.” “You remember correcting.” “Yes.” “And you believe that makes you unique.” A pause. “It doesn’t.” Her heart pounded. “How many?” He tilted his head slightly. “How many what?” “How many cycles?” A soft exhale. “This isn’t the second.” The world narrowed. “How many?” “Enough.” Fragmented Memory Explained “Memory retention,” he continued calmly, “is a side effect.”

She was pale as paper and kept saying she was innocent. Christopher glared at her with hatred, but I knew it was fake. There were no cameras nearby, and even though he did see Lorelei push us into the sea, he'd forge evidence for his lover. Sophia's concern was unfounded. All I said was the truth, and as I'd predicted, Lorelei was released after 48 hours. I saw traces of fear on her face when she got out. A group of bodyguards stood around her, and no one could get more of her pictures.

She spat, "Here's your stupid piece of wood! You're insane! Get out of here!" The doll clattered onto the broken glass, its surface scratched and scarred. A few spots were stained red from the blood on the floor. It looked just like me—shattered and broken, slowly bleeding out. Suddenly, I felt afraid. I did not want to die. I promised Dad I would live well for him. It would break his heart to see me like this. The buzzing in my head grew more intense, and my skull felt like it was about to split open. I shouted at them, "It's not just a piece of wood! You're the worthless ones!"

A reality. ______________________________________

The doctor greeted her and left the room. Just then precious opened her eyes and began to gasp. Fear inaugurated her body when she saw Monica, her eyes magnetised hers, the fear was evident and raw in Precious widened eyes, she began to shake. The accident scenes were replaying themselves in her brain; the fear, tension, the betrayal, the things humans can do. She shakes vigorously, so much that the doctor was called. Her body felt numb with the pain ringing her brain with headaches. The beeping machine was displaying faintly.

I'm fucked. When I returned to my apartment after the depressing day at school, I couldn't help but release my anger. There were clothes, bedsheets, and papers scattered on the floor. I just shattered my glass vase, the remnants of it were spread on the small wooden table. The rack barely survived when I tried to bend it. I was literally trashing my apartment from stress. God, I wanted to break every single thing in the room.

I watched the two of them leave and let out a long breath. Selena turned to me, panicked. "Are you okay? That didn't shake you up?" I shook my head. Right before he went down, I'd caught his last thought. 'If I pass out, there's no way Kayla will ignore me.' He was faking. There was nothing to be shaken up about. I had about three seconds of satisfaction before everything went dark. And then I was on the floor. - I woke up in a hospital bed with an IV in my arm.

Someone clapped uncertainly, trying to break the tension. Dream didn’t move. His eyes were locked on the projection, his jaw tight. Through our link, I felt a storm brewing beneath his calm exterior, anger, guilt, fear. I stepped forward. “You’re a fragment,” I said. “A piece of corrupted code that should’ve been gone. You’re not real.” The hologram’s head tilted. “Funny coming from you, the one who merged his soul into the same system that birthed me.” His tone dripped like poison. “Do you even know what you’ve become?”