Rhythm Zero Novels & Stories

Carson I’m nervous. The burn of rum as it travels down my throat somehow soothes me. I chase it with my favorite ale. I repeat the process three more times before he finally shows up at this little bar in a small town outside of Palomino Bay. “Hello, my little pet.” Razor Growthman purrs into my ear, causing goosebumps to litter my flesh. This man elicits a visceral fear inside of me, enough for me to obey his every command. He owns me and he knows it.

And I know, I know, I know I can't fight it I won't, I won't, I won't Deny it Oh no, oh no, oh no I'd be lying If I said I didn't need Yeah the rhythm, me & the rhythm Oh, I start to feel it now Feeling like I'm truly free I'm free in me Oh, the heat's a common ground No matter what's your history Be free with me And everybody wants to be touched Everybody wants to get some But don't you play a song about love When I move my body I don't have to talk about none Let the camera go do its stuff Till the energy's too much Yeah all I need Is the rhythm, me & the rhythm Nothing between Yeah the rhythm, me & the rhythm." "You never fail to surprise me, Ria." He says as I finish and I blush at his c

He too felt bored sometimes but he never knew that school classes can even scare someone. They learnt that Rhythm can hear everyone but he can't understand anyone. So everything is noise for him that he can't understand. Especially when this noise comes in unison or when it is entangled up. Looking at him he felt if he hadn't made any mistake bringing him with him. 'Should we take him back to the forest?' Arjun thought. In the next moment, Rhythm was right before his eyes. When he saw him approaching, he extended his hand like a launchpad. Rhythm slowly landed upon his hand.

After that, silence lingers between us again, and the music changes as we enter the last part earlier, now, the *You’re The Reason* acoustic version was played. Suddenly, Zero’s right hand reached for my left while his other hand is on my waist. His left went up for a while and let me lean into his chest. “Let us stay like this,” he whispered. Now, we’re dancing, grasping hands while he let me hear the beating of his heart.

of an Italian cliffside where my father had first realized that a record was only as good as its physical anchor. ​"We need to go back, Aara," Damian said, his eyes reflecting the silver-blue light of the Moon, where he had so recently stood. "The Vermont Zero Point is the 'Ground,' but Ravello is the Origin. If we’re going to build a world that doesn't repeat the mistakes of the Thorne Vane era, we have to see what the 'Reboot' did to the beginning." ​We didn't use the VTOL for the final leg. We used the "Resonance-Rail" a series of magnetic tracks that had been "Ink-Stabilized" during the final hour of the Night.

"The Council gave them sight, but they took away their vision. Now they have to learn how to process the world without an algorithm telling them what's beautiful or what's dangerous." ​Marcus climbed up the ridge, his face streaked with silver-dust but his eyes wide with a manic kind of joy. "Alpha! The southern frequencies... they’re filled with music. Not the digital loops of the cities, but voices. People are singing into the relay towers. The 'Zero-Pulse' grid is being used to broadcast heartbeats." ​"The broadcast didn't just break the machines, Marcus," Rhea said, turning to her Beta. "It gave the people back their 'Wild Desires'. But desire without direction is a dangerous thing. We c

He gave her a final, almost imperceptible nod before his form was completely consumed by the light. The "Symphony Conduit" was now directly ahead—a three-hundred-foot tower of vibrating crystal, its rings spinning with a lethal, centrifugal intensity. The New Year’s countdown was at 00:06:12. "He gave us the opening," Selene said, her daggers leading the way. "But the machine is still alive. And it’s about to hit the Prime Note." They reached the base of the Conduit, the sheer scale of the machine making them look like ants at the base of a god. The air here was so thick with energy that they could taste the music on their tongues - a bitter, metallic symphony of the coming "Reset."

It's like I'm being hypnotized. "U-uhm, since you asked for it, I-i'm going to introduce myself as well as my band mates." He said and Mike laughed even if there's nothing funny with what he said. "This guy's name is Mark." He first introduced the drummer and we all clapped for him as he bowed in front of the crowd. "Our guitarist's name is Cole." The boy who seemed to be the youngest member smiled at the crowd and also bowed. "And our wonderful bassist's name is Troy." He last introduced the bassist. And he did the same. Then, the crowd fell in silence as we all waited for the vocalist to introduce himself. I don't understand why I'm having difficulty in breathing as I wait for him to final

She quickly counted them, making sure Clara or HR hadn't missed any when they typed up the new agreement. One. Two. Three. Four. Five! Five zeros! Five freaking zeros. She wondered about the extent of Liam's problem. It must be severe for him to have agreed to such a ridiculous amount, and for a brief second, she felt like the worst person on earth for exploiting a sick man. But any guilt she may have felt was gone when she remembered the way he'd lashed out at her. After the way he treated her, she deserved every one of those goddamn zeros, Eden thought as she slowly cruised home, content with the world and life again.

one says quietly. “What?” “Just do it.” Hope slams into me so hard it hurts. “Clear!” The shock hits again— harder— stronger— and this time— The line spikes. Once. Sharp. Then drops. But it’s not flat. Not completely. “Again!” “Charging—” “CLEAR!” Another shock. Another jolt. And then— A beat. Weak. Fragile. But real. “…we have a rhythm,” someone says. My knees almost give out.