Things Going Awry Novels & Stories

Something was wrong. And whatever it was— I was going to find out. Something was wrong. And whatever it was— I was going to find out.

Just when I thought it couldn’t get any worse, just when I thought I could finally have things under control for once in my fucking life, it all just came tumbling over. Why?

Everything has a limit. A threshold— --- Where pressure becomes too much. --- Where control begins to crack. --- Where something— --- Finally breaks. --- The chamber erupted. --- Not in chaos— --- In overload. --- The core surged violently, pulses colliding, systems misfiring, layers folding into each other as if reality itself was being rewritten too fast to hold shape. --- This wasn’t instability anymore. --- This was collapse beginning. --- Adrian staggered back. --- “Okay—this is bad. This is really bad.”

“What did we just do?” She didn’t answer immediately because she knew. We all did and we hadn’t just introduced coexistence. We had introduced freedom and freedom without structure doesn’t stabilize. It expands and the voice confirmed it. “Divergence exceeding predicted parameters.” Zara let out a sharp breath. “So we fixed one problem and created another.” Melissa’s gaze hardened slightly. “No,” she said. “We revealed it.” The ground beneath us shifted subtly but unmistakably. Failsafe pulsed violently.

she called her father to eat. (Dad) * spit the food out* YOU GOOD FOR NOTING CHILD! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS HUH? I SHOULD HAVE FORCED THAT WOMAN TO ABORT YOU WHEN SHE WAS PREGNANT WITH YOU! Her father spat the spaghetti at her face. and walked out. Earlier that night

She nods, opens her mouth, shuts it and then swallows with a sad shake of her head. "What has been happening? Is it bad? I need to know so that when anything pours out there on the internet, I can find a way to shut it up." I nod. She needs to know anyways. "Well, right before Ramadan, you know he got married again." I begin and she nods. "We have been having problems before then, monies going missing and things like that. You get." She nods again with another deep sigh. "Has he been hitting you, Labeebah Sheriff?" I sighed and nodded reluctantly. "Innalilah!" She screamed with her hands on her head.

The things are getting messed up for nandini, she was not the one who'll stay silent And resigned everything after knowing she wasn't at any fault but the thing is, she had not any hope left to live, to cherish her life or to be happy. She was just somehow obliterating with her life. She was unaware the things which were taking place and surrounding her each passing second.

Paris yelled. She began to close her bag, eager to leave him and her house for good. The zip got caught in her clothes. Paris screamed angrily. She threw the back through the closed window breaking it. Archer leered at her seeing how angry she was. "All my life I've tried to be good and everything has always turned out bad for me," she fell to the floor crying. Archer tried to comfort her. "Leave me alone!" she shouted. "I'm sorry that I have caused you so much misery, Paris" apologized Archer.

Anywhere but here. God, how could I have let this turn so sour? The plan had seemed so simple, so straightforward, and now… I had been naive. Once again, my lack of planning and experience had brought disaster raining down on us. Failure. Somewhere behind us, Luke’s lightning crackled and sizzled, a beacon of hope amidst the madness. But it was all I could do to keep moving forward, my heart pounding in my ears as the world around me descended into pandemonium.

it stammered, the three voices out of sync, some trying to command, others trying to patch, others simply screaming. The storm faltered. Tiles still spun and cracked, but their movement lost coherence. A Red Street segment tried to become a graveyard patch and ended up stuck halfway, cobblestone swallowing dirt. A carnival ride blinked out for a heartbeat, then came back wrong, its cars hanging upside down from empty air. The system was losing track of itself. “Failsafes,” Selene gritted out, sweat slicking her brow. “It’s going to trigger—“ Her warning cut into action as new text slammed into the air overhead, carving through the flickering holograms in big, blocky font.