Unsteady Novels & Stories

It wasn’t a question. Raymond didn’t slow. “Once.” Amber watched him. “And you didn’t think to mention that earlier?” “I didn’t think we’d be going back,” he replied. Selene let out a soft breath behind them. “That’s never a good sign.” Amber almost smiled—but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “What’s it like?” Raymond was silent for a moment, as though deciding how much to say. “Unstable,” he said finally. “The balance there isn’t… fixed.” Amber frowned slightly. “Meaning?”

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.

she asked. Rory exhaled slowly. “Acceleration.” The word settled. Heavy. Familiar. Dangerous. Bennett sat back slightly. “And the outcome of that acceleration?” Rory hesitated. Just for a moment. Then “That’s what they couldn’t predict.” Silence followed. Thicker now. More dangerous. Bennett folded her hands on the table. “So we’re dealing with an unstable expression pattern that intensifies under specific conditions.” “Yes.” “And those conditions involve—”

But differently. INTERNAL INSTABILITY DETECTED Anna stopped. Her eyes narrowed slightly. “…internal?” Adrian’s voice came immediately. “It is monitoring individual states now.” A pause. “Not shared coherence.” Anna frowned. “So it moved inside us.” “Yes,” he said. “And it is trying to stabilize individually.” Silence. Anna looked down at her hands. They were steady. But now she couldn’t trust what “steady” meant anymore. “…Adrian,” she said quietly. “Yes.”

But he couldn't even stand without shaking. The shift was forced, raw and brutal. Bones cracked unevenly, each snap echoing louder than the last. Muscle seized in waves that didn't line up with the rhythm he knew. He crashed to the ground before it finished, catching himself on scraped palms. Breath ragged, body hunched, he stayed there, barely able to lift his head as the world tilted sideways around him. He stood there naked in the leaves, breath coming shallow and uneven, every inhale scraping against bruised ribs. "You okay?"

The men are always too annoying. Roxie talked me into signing up for a match me website. And I didn't. She went behind my back and created the account and forced me to hook up with these strangers. And at the end of each blind date, it always turned out exhausting. The men are rather too annoying or not pleasing to me at all. They're always rich. Wall Street businessmen. And Anderson is one of them. He's pretty sweet. Handsome, hot, rich, but he's nothing compared to that stranger. Just his bright blue eyes stole my breath away and I can't seem to get him out of my mind.

I look at him. Steady. “I’m not alone,” I repeat. The hum under my skin remains quiet. Not suppressed. Not spiking. Just Present. Stable isn’t peace. Stable is awareness without collapse. And for the first time.

Becca shivered "Becca, maybe you're just overthinking this whole thing. It couldn't be this...uhh...thick. Can it?" Bonnie asked unsurely "Okay, maybe I am. But I still ran out of there like a maniac. Hey, would you grab some milk, I need to quickly use the bathroom." Becca places Bonnie hand on the different types of milk and walked away. Bonnie sighed picking a milk carton and felt the writing on it. She sighed when she couldn't feel anything. When she turned around, she suddenly bumped into someone, the milk bursting open and spilling all over the person.

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he says. The words slam into me. Sharp. Unfamiliar. Wrong. I stagger back a step. “No…” I whisper. The figure watches carefully. Observing. Cataloging. “Fascinating,” they murmur. “The detachment is almost complete.” “What did you do to him?” I snap. “I removed interference.” “I am not interference!” “You are instability,” they correct calmly. Anger surges through me. Hot. Uncontrolled. “Say that again,” I challenge. “You introduce unpredictability,” they continue, unfazed. “Hesitation. Emotional deviation from optimal outcomes.”