Unsteady Novels & Stories

interested. “You were unstable,” it replied. The correction immediate. “Uncontained.” “Alive,” I shot back. because that was the difference. the line. the thing didn’t respond. not right away. because that didn’t resolve cleanly. didn’t fit. didn’t complete. the white shifted again. this time something formed.

It was raining. The stream from heaven flowed down along the side of the mountain, dragging along branches, leaves of fallen trees, and whatever it found on its way. One isolated driftwood bobbed and rocked, slowly. It picked up speed, winding its way until it landed on a whirlpool at the mouth. In its moody disposition, the surging stream rambled to eventually become a torrent of angry waters, never letting up. The subdued opposition whispered and started mobilizing. There were condemnations of the blatant transgression of a person´s right to life. Scattered groups all over the country could not keep quiet. Little by little they raised their voices. One of these informal conglomerations was

they say. The word lands heavier than anything else. Unobserved means uncontrolled. Unmeasured. Free. The water begins to darken at a single point far from shore. Not spreading. Focusing. A slow spiral forms, similar to before, but deeper. Denser. Pulling light inward instead of reflecting it. The boy inhales sharply. “That is not a proxy formation.” “No,” the child says softly. “It does not announce itself.” The grid flickers again. Across the planet, emotional signals waver for the first time since stabilization. Not collapsing. But uncertain.

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Pure adaptive instability. Lena matched it instantly. Her presence did not add to the chaos. It anchored it, not stabilizing but preventing it from tearing us apart. The constructors reacted violently. Their axes flared to maximum output, trying to capture and stabilize the surge. Too much and too fast. The aerial framework above fractured, lines of light breaking apart into jagged shards. The ground beneath us cracked and shifted as the forming lattice collapsed in on itself. The first constructor flickered wildly, the second destabilized and the third held for half a second.

When the doctor was done, she sighs and shook her head. Mark looked at the doctor impatiently asked "Any worries?" "Actually, it shows from my results that she is a patient of bipolar disorder and this has made it more critical as she has gone into a severe trauma. Hence, will be silently inactive for a long time." The doctor said "What do you mean silently inactive?" Mark asked "It means she would be quiet for a long time, won't respond to anyone or talk to anyone. And this will go until she recovers from her trauma" the doctor said

They needed to decide how to proceed without respect to my opinion. So no, I wasn’t angry. I wasn’t sad and I wasn’t happy either. I was just stunned. Totally in shock. My mate bond was crumbling to pieces and my father’s was blooming before my eyes. On top of that, I’d just started training to learn to use my abilities and now my teacher was indefinitely distracted. My wolf’s emotions were all over the map as well and I felt like I was slowly losing my mind.

The instability of Amina's surroundings and internal circumstances necessitated her awareness to stay grounded. Adrian was pronounced with her low voice, but the need for action was pressing. “I'm here.”. “We need to move.”. A pause. “…Move where?”. While Amina looked around, her eyes were sharpened in an effort to find a consistent pattern among the collapsed flows. Something stable. Something real. "The core is unstable, but instability can be characterized by irregularities," she stated. Adrian caught on immediately. “…Open paths.”. “Yes.”. Because where the system failed—.

Iris is really excited, his little arm tries to drag Daisy “Go boating.” Daisy jumps on the boat first, makes it shake, about to capsize. Iris's face turned pale, as white as a paper sheet, can’t move. Daisy has to jump back. Sitting with Iris on the bamboo bridge, watching the fish and shrimp swimming underwater. Half an hour passed. Daisy is able to hold Iris on the boat but he is still afraid.

I let go of the steering wheel, loosening my grip bit by bit. With a loud crash, the car broke through the guardrail and plummeted downward at full speed. As the wind howled past my ears, I closed my eyes in resignation.