Reality Fragment Novels & Stories

Reality bends. And then we're somewhere else entirely.

“Why!? So you can yell at me some more? I’m not in the mood so leave me the hell alone! “No! Not until you turn this freaking music down! Can’t you do this one thing?!” “LEAVE ME THE FUCK ALONE!” “ENOUGH!” our mother interrupted. “Vanessa, leave him alone and go to your room.” “But he--.” “NOW!” I rolled my eyes and stormed upstairs, I slammed my door and paced around my room. I could hold this anger in anymore, I had to do something. I picked up my vase and threw it at my mirror screaming. I panted and looked at myself in the shattered reflection. That’s how I felt, broken. I felt that my life was falling apart, all because of one girl. . .Hailee fucking Johnson. She did this, she ruined my

“But it wasn’t what I thought it was. I was just imagining it, and I almost killed my brother because of my inability to determine what’s real and not. What’s wrong with me?” Nothing. “You know what my mom said right before she…” I couldn’t finish that thought. I abandoned that idea. “She said I wasn’t a Foreseer. And that we weren’t actually imprinted, and it was all a trick.” That time, Nathan growled, but I ignored it. “And I don’t know if she’s right or not. My reality seems to be all mixed up right now, and there is no way for me to know what's real and what isn’t. What am I supposed to do?”

And at the center of the field stood a version of herself, younger, cleaner, unscarred. The other Nora turned toward her, eyes glowing faintly. “You shouldn’t be here.” Nora’s throat tightened. “Neither should you.” “You made a promise,” the other said. “You said you’d never come back.” The pendant on Nora’s chest pulsed violently. “This isn’t real,” she whispered. The younger version smiled, sad, knowing. “It’s as real as what you remember. The Rift is made of that.” Nora reached out, but the moment her fingers brushed the air, the vision shattered like glass.

Not a future. A place. Far beyond the connected realities. Far beyond the old fracture. A region of existence nobody recognized. The image distorted constantly. Like reality itself struggled to perceive it. The figure stepped forward immediately. "What is this?" The network hesitated. Then answered. "Source of narrative instability." Luke frowned. "Narrative instability?" The shard answered before the network could. "Story collapse." The room looked toward it. The shard drifted closer to the projection. "Reality organizes itself through possibility."

Something that remained present regardless of continuation, release, transformation, or disappearance. The fragment looked toward her. And for the first time, she felt its attention completely. Not observation. Recognition. The same recognition she had been feeling since it arrived. The fragment spoke softly. “You have spent so long asking what is real.” Silence. Emma felt Ethan listening. The Observer listening. The Interferer listening. Even the vast awareness seemed to wait. The fragment continued. “You never asked what remains real when nothing needs to be proven.” Silence. The question settled through existence.

“It was. For a while.” Her words hung heavy in the air. He swallowed hard. “So what happened?” “You did.” He froze. “What?” “When you broke the cycle, the Core fractured. The system tried to stabilize by ejecting fragments — parts of consciousness, memories, data. Most of what you see now… are the fragments that solidified.” He stared out at the still world, heart pounding. “So this isn’t real either.” “It’s what’s left of real.” A wind passed through the grass, whispering like a thousand lost voices.

I see the yearning in their eyes, the desperate desire to return to a simpler existence where reality itself wasn't in constant flux. "We could go back," Marcus suggests, his voice heavy with temptation. "Find a way to restore—" "No," Luna's voice cuts through the murmur, carrying the weight of cosmic certainty. "Those fragments are unstable. Attempting to restore them would trigger a cascade failure across all realities." But I see something else in the rift, something that chills me to my core. The fragments aren't just preserved—they're dying. Without connection to the greater whole of existence, they're slowly fading, like photographs left in the sun.

When she resumes her life, she begins to question why she was so unhappy in her marriage. Will her feelings change while she couldn't remember the past? Or do the secrets run deeper than she ever realized? ====================== Dear Readers, Good day! This is La Tigresa and I would like to thank you all for stopping by. This story is written in English. If you're a Filipino and wants to read the Tagalog version of the story, please search for Fragments of Memories 1: Married at Seventeen. The whole series talks about and focuses on self-love, self-worth and self-forgiveness that I hope you'd all be able to relate to and learn from it. Please also check out my other stories. :) Thank you in

A tear fell from its face. And reality itself began to collapse. 💥🌌💥