The World Of My 17 Novels & Stories

"Seventeen." Seventeen huh? Judging from everything I've seen, that isn't the snake's deception. She's been in this world for seventeen years, but I'm the first person to talk with her. I said it to myself. I can't harbor any more weight. My core is already in maximum capacity, but hearing that revived an excruciating pain in my chest. Both of us aren't bleeding, but it seems like we're both hurting. I loathe the world and everybody in it, but if I were to die like Jesus, I'd be more than happy to oblige.

Caroline smiled and turned over a card. “Oh, I work with all sorts of instruments,” she said. She looked at the card she had just turned over. It had an outline of a globe on it but there were symbols around it. “Did you know that there are many worlds?” Caroline asked without looking up at me. “Each world is similar, but has slightly different circumstances. Some created by choices of the people of that world, and some by the gods themselves.” I wasn’t sure if she was still talking to me at this point, and I was beginning to wonder if I should find someone. Caroline had been known to talk about things that others didn’t see, and had the reputation for being crazy. I didn’t like that people

I opened the car door and slid inside. The door shut with a thud. Through the tinted window, I could see him standing there in the driveway. The gates opened slowly. As the car rolled forward, I kept my gaze on him until distance swallowed him whole. The drive began quietly. The city stretched out beyond the windows, familiar streets passing by in a blur. I leaned back into the seat, folding my hands in my lap. Hayden’s words echoed in my mind. Seventeen years ago… The Micro World project.

he asks me. It had been two months since I turned seventeen, with everything that had happened it felt like I had been seventeen for a year. I had to be eighteen if I was going to be Queen of the supernatural world. “Luna? I asked if you wanted a glass of wine,” he repeats himself. “Sorry I was just thinking,” I tell him.

he asked me. I thought for a moment. I knew what I wanted to answer, but I didn’t know how far I could control myself. “Carla, my world is wicked and unscrupulous. Just like you said earlier, people step on corpses to achieve their ends. Although I have discovered that the world can also be soft, for me it is too late to change anything. That’s how I grew up and that’s how I’ve lived so far. It’s too late to dream of the sweetness of life. I have seen how hard this life is. What a whore it can be and how it can rob you of all that is wonderful,” I said through my teeth.

This always makes me nervous, but Grandfather swears never to use the chemicals on me again. We know why. They are teaching us so that we can take over someday when they die. The other three couldn't handle such pressure, so they gave in to despair and ended it all. I can't. I won't let myself give up. Mirele... I don't know if she's staying to save the world, or because she wants to protect me, but by the time I reach sixteen years of age, it's obvious that she's totally stuck on me. I care for her, too, but I can't show it. Not often... but she watches my every move, inviting me to get closer to her. Really close.

God i’m stupid. How am I going to survive this day?

He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.” “W-what do you mean?” his nervousness started to cripple his body. He sighed in frustration, "It seems that I have no choice but to tell you," he walked towards him, "Chaos and destruction are on their way to hunt you so you need to prepare for what's coming. Always remember that you are the key." Shawn shakes his head in disagreement, "I don't understand what you're talking about. You must be mistaken." The man smiled again at him, “You’ll know soon enough, but it’s time for me to go so I’ll see you a

“Welcome to my world, Firecracker.” The moment those words leave his lips, I'm yanked back into reality—a reality filled with roaring engines, blinding headlights, and a bunch of maniacs in cars determined to prove something. My hair is flying everywhere, my heart is doing flips, and every fiber of my being is convinced we’re about to disintegrate into pixel dust. “Slade, I swear this isn’t my world,” I shout, eyes glued to the track. “My world revolves around novels, K-drama reruns, and not dying!”