Reality Fragment Novels & Stories

She would reach for a tool, and her hand would appear six inches to the left, two seconds before she actually moved it. ​“The Core-Shard is pulsing at 400 Terahertz,” Aris shouted, her voice sounding like it was being played through a broken radio. “It’s not just a battery, Killian! It’s a 'Reality-Anchor' that’s lost its coordinates! It’s trying to 'Re-map' the East into a five-dimensional geometric grid!” ​As they crested the "Ridge of Broken Glass," they saw it.

"Lily is going to be good too. I need to be better than good." "What does better than good look like?" Sofia asked. "Real," Ava said. "It looks real." Sofia nodded slowly. "Then be real." "I'm trying to figure out how to be real in front of four hundred people without it feeling like a performance of being real." "That's the whole thing, isn't it," Sofia said. "The moment you perform authenticity it stops being authentic." "Extremely unhelpful," Ava said. "Thank you." "I'm just identifying the problem. You'll solve it. You always solve things."

My mind has been suddenly filled with thoughts I thought were far from reality. Things I thought would not happen anytime soon. "she is the one" that is the only thing my foggy mind keeps on repeating in my head. I do not know who it is talking about but as I said, my senses has never decieved me and I know it is not going to now. And now, I can feel it in my own self too. I think it is finally time! Author’s note; Thank you all for reading, stay safe. I know I am not the best and perfect writer because my chapters are sometimes so short but please take time with me.

The lines between truth and fiction blurred, leaving me uncertain of my own sanity. Desperate for answers, I sought the guidance of a renowned neuroscientist, Dr. Evelyn Chambers. She specialized in memory manipulation and had extensive knowledge of the hidden techniques used by the organization. Together, we embarked on a perilous journey to unravel the truth that lay hidden within the depths of my own mind. Under the watchful eye of Dr. Chambers, I underwent a series of experimental procedures, designed to access and restore my original memories while untangling the web of deception. Each session was an emotional rollercoaster, as fragments of truth clashed with fabricated narratives.

It's just your mind creating comfort because it can't accept the truth. But the flicker comes again, carrying echoes of determination and fury and absolute refusal to accept that I'm gone forever. It feels like Rhett, but not the Rhett from the fabricated footage who's relieved to be rid of me. This feels like the Rhett who fought dimensional barriers to bring me home the first time. Which one is real? I wonder desperately. The man who's moved on with someone else, or the man who's still fighting for me? My mind can't process the contradiction anymore. Reality has become too fluid, too dependent on what screens show me and what Dr. Gorian tells me to believe.

Adrian ordered with a commanding tone, his own control fraying at the edges as he too succumbed to the mounting tension between us. I teetered on the brink, his name a silent prayer on my lips as I urged him to push me over the edge into the abyss of ecstasy that awaited. A surge of warmth was about to crest, a wave ready to crash over me when reality tore through the haze of my desire. The fantasy ruptured as abruptly as a bubble meeting an outstretched finger, and I jolted awake with a gasp, disoriented and drenched in sweat. My dorm room swam into focus, the familiar posters on the walls anchoring me back to the real world.

Just—awareness, trembling, suspended, like a single drop of water caught between falling and evaporating. The world is not a world. It is a sphere of drifting shards, each one reflecting a different version of the same event: Kael breaking. Draven breaking. The lock unfurling. The light swallowing everything. Her own scream pulled backward into her lungs. Fragments. Refractions. Glitches of existence. She tries to reach toward one—anything familiar, anything that proves she has not dissolved entirely—but when her consciousness brushes a fragment, it ripples, splits, and the moment she touched unravels into ribbons.

I can’t believe this. I leaned back on the bed, letting the thoughts settle over me like a spirit. Tears slipped from my eyes and rolled towards the direction of my ears. I fixed my gaze on the ceiling, but I wasn’t looking—I was watching the thoughts play on the ceiling like a TV screen. The night was ghostly, long, and silent. The music from the bar outside faded behind the door, and only the faint rhythm whispered in the silent room. Every second reminded me of the scars Chris had left behind. It felt strange, almost unreal, that I was lying beside Dr. Dane, the very man whose presence awoke something deeper than admiration. He was different from Chris and careful in ways he never had bee

It was layered with partial versions of itself that had not yet fully emerged. Lucien spoke quietly. “It is embedding partial futures into current continuity.” Elara nodded. “Yes. Pre-instantiated state fragments.” The Blood God added. “And those fragments influence subsequent actualization.” A pause followed. Because that meant reality was no longer simply unfolding. It was partially assembling itself in advance. The child blinked slowly. “It feels like the world is remembering things it hasn’t done yet,” he said. Evelyn turned slightly toward him. “And is that confusing?” He thought carefully.

That wasn’t imagination. That was him. And then the sky splits open again— Not from above. From the side. Reality tears horizontally like fabric ripped by force. Light spills through. Wild. Uncontrolled. And through the fracture— A familiar silhouette steps forward. Breathing hard. Eyes burning. Dylan.