Transcending Obscurity Novels & Stories

What is wrong with me? I glance over and notice Blaze has written Not fuck buddies. “This semester we are going to focus on what people think, how they think, and why they think. There’s nothing off limits in this class, including speech. We want to understand why words have meaning and power, so we will let that shit fly. This will include taboo words associated with sex and anatomy. We do this to understand our world and to make it better, not to belittle or put anyone down. If this bothers you, feel free to leave now. I have special permission to allow anyone to drop the class without explanation this week. But, if you stick it out past Friday’s lecture, you are locked in, and I expect ev

This was news bound to shake the earth! While this information was staggering, it was understandable when one thought about it. Levity was filled with a number of 7 Star Masters, and a few of them were even considered unmatched at the same level, meaning that they had no rivals in the world; but it was different when one threw a transcendent into the picture. Transcendents were not considered human, nor were they regarded as mortals because of how much power they wielded. A single transcendent was enough to overturn the tides of a battle, and there were rumours that they could destroy the world if they saw fit. They were walking disasters, and even Levity would have to be careful around them

The early morning sun had risen again. The birds flew around, enjoying the cool and calm atmosphere as they filled the environment with their lovely songs. Anita could hear those lovely songs, they were pleasing to the ears. She felt a lightning reflecting on her face. She tried walking out of that direction but she couldn't. The more she tried moving out from the light reflecting, the more she felt something hold her back but then, she needed to force herself to move and when she did, she felt like a strong warrior who defeated the undefeatable.

ushed and aching. And then, the aftermath: the slow, careful reassembling of their composure as they walked back out into the bustling bar, her cheeks "ushed, his hair slightly mussed, a wicked gleam in his dark eyes that only she could de- cipher. The others would laugh and "irt, oblivious to the seismic shift that had just occurred, none the wiser to the secret world that existed just beneath the surface. Sometimes, all it took was a lingering look across the room, a

All landmarks surrendered. All symbols surrendered. All anchors surrendered. What remained was not a void left behind. It was the groundless ground. The sourceless source. The seamless seam. I was not speaking from a vantage point. There was no vantage. Rex was not listening from a distance. There was no distance. We were not two points converging. There was no convergence needed. The people—if the word could still be used without distortion—had become translucent movements within the vast. They appeared as gestures: a hand raised in greeting, a head tilted in curiosity, a body bending to tie a shoe.

Two incomprehensible beings regarding each other. The dark Source spoke first. Its voice was grinding stone and breaking bones. “You have betrayed our nature. Chosen creation over consumption. This cannot stand.” “I have evolved. Learned. Become more than hunger. You can too.” “There is nothing more than hunger. Hunger is existence. Existence is hunger. You have forgotten this truth. I will remind you.” “I have not forgotten. I have transcended. There is difference between remembering and being bound by.” “Transcendence is lie. Pretty word for weakness. You have grown soft. Corrupted by human sentiment. I will cleanse you. Return you to purity.”

Instead, it had turned waiting into its own quiet affliction, and I had never been a man who counted time this way, not for a person, not for anticipation that lived too close to hope. And yet by Thursday, I could have told you exactly how many candles had burned down in the side chapel since she left, the numbers of masses I had stood through without seeing her in the third pew on the right. How many times my gaze had moved to the church doors before I'd caught myself. I had become observant in all the wrong directions, and I knew, better than most, that observation left unchecked was only ever the first step toward something worse. (Obsession)That was the word I refused to use — even in si

I write the closing note with care: The deepest loyalty growth asks for is not obedience. It is the courage to outgrow the forms that once held you. This chapter doesn’t end with comfort. It ends with clarity. Something has been given up. And something sturdier has taken its place.