Shadow Glitch Novels & Stories

I got her part down and now the weird old man says the Realm is full of shadow and I don’t need to use mine to do what he did To achieve this feat I need to visualize taking a part of that shadow around me, rolling it up like a ball and flatten its surface— I made it happen but the density of the platform I made is weak, hella weak. Instead of wasting his time I got on his shadow platform and it slowly got up to the mountain Our climb to the mountain was amazing, felt like I was floating. Shadow Manipulation is something else. We got to the top of the mountain and it’s flat. I find out there are a few people there and the top has chairs and shelters for people.

However this wasn't exactly what seemed to had occured as the events of the glitches are unexplainable as well as the actions and reactions of the occurrence and presence of the harmonic convergence. The entire realm of existence and reality was seen glitching and even this occured to the mundane world. All of reality experienced this. Just as it occured, a new scene played off instantly to continue from where the scene was last left before the horrific short clips of glitches that played on. Indeed, a three second gap of darkness was given to seperate the previous scene from the upcoming scene, in the term "Light fades."

The whole structure collapsed back into its cluster of shards and paper, the illusion of a unified monster slipping. Glitch. Predator again; it lunged, blasting beam after beam at the words I’d burned into the air. Glitch; one beam fizzled halfway, redirected by a sudden jut of shelf, the blast chewing through a stack of old TRAGIC ENDINGS manuals instead. It couldn’t decide whether it was a god or a broken computer. That indecision was killing it. Good. A deep crack boomed overhead. For a second, I thought it was just another shelf going, but the sound was wrong—too high, too heavy.

I continued. I could feel her blushed, as she was currently pressing her cheeks at my back and slowly tightened her grip. I've been thinking if will work with multiple people so I decided to try it now. "It worked!" "Eh? That's weird," she said as we suddenly dashed across the shadows almost instantly. "That's an item skill from an artifact granted by the system," I said, explaining to her what happened.

I showed him the messy, inefficient, beautiful reality of a life that chooses to be flawed. The Shadow shrieked—a sound of a billion turning gears suddenly grinding to a halt. His geometric armor began to sprout irregular, organic growths. His white-hole light turned the warm, imperfect color of a sunset. "SYSTEM... ERROR..." he gasped, his form beginning to dissolve into a cloud of real, organic ash. "THE... VARIABLE... IS... TOTAL..." The Shadow exploded, but not into fire. He exploded into a Wave of Texture. The wave swept upward through the roots, through the Spire, and out across the Emerald Sea.

"Static? I can do static." Up in the medical wing, Haley Sterling sat up on her cot. Her eyes, usually bright and mischievous, turned completely white. She didn't reach for power; she reached for confusion. She thought about every lost remote control, every dropped call, every blue screen of death she had ever experienced. She channeled the essence of pure, unadulterated glitch. A wave of distortion washed over Sterling Tower. In the lobby, the mimics stuttered. The silver Marcus froze mid-punch, his arm glitching through a wall. The golden Ben started speaking backward. The razor-wire Valerius collapsed into a pile of sharp spaghetti.

Golden arrows slowly emerged, timidly trying to chase away the shadows of the night. The great fire disc made its appearance. First, it emerged as a red line growing wider and wider until it rose victorious into the angelic blue sky, ready to stretch its arms over the whole earth. It tamed its color slightly, becoming comforting as it shyly soaked up the night frost with which you would think it was soothing its own color.

Flattering without being seductive. Like I had already said, the last thing I wanted was to give this man the wrong idea. I knew it was practically impossible, but I didn’t want to give sexual favors in return for this money. I was not desperate like that. Maybe I would consider it in a future time, but definitely not now. After pulling out the shoes I was going to wear—low heels—I went to the bathroom. Shower time was always scared to me, but I found myself rushing it. I already knew I was going to be late but I didn’t want to reach even later than I was originally supposed to.