The World As We Know It Book Novels & Stories

"All the books I've read on them are novels, mostly in the fiction section. I don't think there's anything nonfictional about werewolves." Ayden looks around and I can't help but notice the smile curling up the side of his face. "How many things do you think are still unknown to our modern world?" I scrunch my eyebrows and it doesn't take much thinking for me to provide an answer. "I think a good deal of things are unknown to our modern world. Discoveries are being made every day and there is a whole galaxy out there that is yet to be explored." "Worlds Janette, there are whole worlds out there that function perfectly on their own, unaware of the existence of any other the same way you are u

At first, he tried to dismiss it, but then, he remembered a certain phrase in the old, worn book their grandmother had left him and Stella. The book was filled with strange prophecies and strange happenings that had always seemed like stories from another world. But one page in particular haunted him now detailing a shift that was supposed to occur, a sign of something that would come upon a young boy when the time was right. The silver hair was a symbol of the witch's ancient, strange promise of the end of the world.

Nothing else could register in her senses as she took in the planetary explosion - the blue and white planet flaring brightly in silence in space. That was her last vision of Earth before the view from her bay window metamorphed into nothing but a sea of stars... -End of Book One-

I stood before it for a moment with my hands at my sides, looking at the dark, worn cover, the spine that had no title, the pages whose edges had a faint luminescence that might have been age or might have been something else entirely. Then I picked it up. The world ended. That is the only way I can describe it, not darkness, not pain, not a simple sensation, but the total and violent ending of the world I had been standing in one moment before and my simultaneous arrival in every other world that had ever been or could have been. Images. Thousands of them. Tens of thousands. Wars I had no name for, fought by people whose faces I’d never seen, on landscapes that didn’t match any geography I

“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

It was then that she realized the world was never the same to everyone. The World was many different things to many different people. There was no clear definition of what constituted it. Its parameters were too complicated to be idealized. Many scholars attempted but could not even come close. The social-economical interactive forces were beyond anyone’s understanding. Some people turned to God for an explanation until faith became the only reasonable excuse.

Before I can even stop him, there he goes. "Omg is this a magic brush?" he exclaimes after erasing half of a page writing, leading himself to explore more. That's my this week's chemistry assignment, you idiot? "Holy hell, is this a magic globe where you can the see the world? Wait, isn't that Kyoto city of Japan? How coooooooooooool!" That's only for detecting non-bio creatures around the world, dummy. You can't see or spy on any human or animal with it, only inhuman beings can be seen after analysing the rays they radiate. "Wow, a secret room full of swords? Also behind a mirror? You really thought I won't find it? Hahaha."

" It doesn't have a body but I can imagine its dumbfounded face when I asked a completely out of nowhere question. I wasted no time waiting for it's the answer "Silence means yes." Then, I look blankly on the white space and think about an image of a glass table and sofa. Before the system can even ask what I'm doing, those things suddenly appear midair in front of us. "How can you do that?" It whispered, sounds kinda helpless to me. 'Yup, just like the novel.' I thought and a seat comfortably before starts seriously asking some necessary questions. "Okay? How can I redeem my world from that? Saving the world? That sounds bad for me." How can I prevent a world from ending if I can't even sav

ßenlong said. "Me either. Or it’s just me who don’t give a shit to the "irregularities" I just said? If only Kartika were here... She might be able to explain it better than I do." Alfi said in his mind. Alfi finds them getting confused. “Exactly, if there’s no any "irregularities" happened, it doesn’t guarantee that the world is not in the threat of calamity. As long as Waku-waku exist, the world will never be ‘safe’.” Alfi said. ”They intend to destroy the world and rebuild it into their very own Utopia.”

“Why would I want to know anything of what the future has to hold? A wise man once said, ‘The past is history, tomorrow is a mystery, but today is a gift. That’s why it’s called the present.’ And that’s how I look at life.” She smiled, “Did you really just quote Kung Fu Panda to me?” I giggled, “You know it, but it is what it is. I don’t care about prophecies. I really don’t.” I picked up the backpack and stuck the map into it, making sure not to ruin it in the process. “I just want to find my family and my friends and get out of here.” She shrugged and grabbed her jacket, “Alrighty! Let's go then.”