The Chaos Of Standing Still Novels & Stories

Moving. She closed her eyes, heart racing. It had begun. The war. The unraveling. The reckoning.

A human one. The world was dark, but the "Great Stillness" wasn't the end. it was a clean slate.

The flames dimmed. Smoke thickened. The wind There was no wind in the room. But suddenly, it moved. Whispering. Circling. Growing. The old woman’s lips parted slightly as her body stiffened. The vision had taken her. _______________________________[ At first it was darkness… So cold So lumpy you almost taste it Then Images. Fast. Sharp. Violent. A woman stood at the center of chaos. Silver hair whipped wildly around her like a storm given form. Her eyes burned

I don’t know how I’m even standing. Within minutes, everything spirals.

MATHIAS Un clarooscuro en este mundo After the chaos, the screams, silence returns, and with it, the thoughts about the damn "reflection," wondering if I've screwed up, if I'm lost, 'but how am I lost?' Months ago, I knew exactly what I wanted; now it's like starting over again, although... 'how is it possible that I don't know?' An hour ago, we had just sealed a new pact... not with words, but with skin.

Jennifer felt defeated, her sighs coming out weak and breathless. When she looked up, our eyes met from across the second floor. She quickly looked away and scurried out of sight. I put my wine glass down and headed downstairs. In the shadows, Jennifer was standing alone, taking a deep, weary breath. "What are you doing here?" I asked, even though I knew the answer. Jennifer stood there, stiff as a board. "Nelson..." Seeing me again, her usual pride and self-importance had all but vanished, replaced by a look of careful vigilance.

No need for unnecessary talks. But then a question slipped out, unexpected. “Have you ever felt like you’d choke… if maybe, maybe you stayed still too long? Like if you stopped moving, stopped distracting yourself, everything in your head would just… swallow you whole?” That was unexpected. The questions had just flowed out, but I always felt this way. Like if I stood still, if I don't move or don't do anything the black hole in my head might just swallow me whole. And I might loose the pieces of myself I was barely holding on to.

Not used to solid ground, clothes, dry air, Chaos was exhausted, hating the world of people even more. The girl clutched her head and began to swing quickly, actively gesticulating and pointing at the door, then at the window with a view of the sea. Black pupils filled the iris of her distraught eyes and suddenly, breathing heavily, Nocté froze. Instantly closing her mouth, she listened and rushed out of the apartment. Shaking off the remnants of the water, Chaos followed her.