We Are Not Ourselves Novels & Stories

"Because isolation preserves autonomy. The connection you're feeling dissolves individual identity. That's not evolution. That's dissolution." "Dissolution of barriers. Not identity. I'm still me. Just more me. Me plus everyone else. It's beautiful."

I exhale quietly and he scratches the back of his head. "Well, it's how I think inside my head. Technically I am not Atticus nor am I Roman. I am two beings, but I am also one being... Neither being exists individually anymore. So, it's hard to refer to me or us as I. We don't really know who we are. We don't think like a wolf and we don't think like Atticus used to. It's different, but it feels natural if that makes any sense," he explains slowly, and my eyebrows lift in surprise by his answer.

Not parasitic consumption. Just the simple question: Can freedom actually work? We had one generation to find out. The real war was beginning. Not against external enemies. Against ourselves. Our nature. Our tendency toward entropy and self-destruction. Against the possibility that the First Hunger was right. And all of existence was watching. Waiting. Wondering if we were heroes or fools. Time would tell. We just hoped we had enough time.

"I see her everywhere, she talks to me... She wants to come back... She said she didn't do anything, she is innocent." He blabbered. "Lucifer, it's your hallucination... She is not here. She is gone. Control yourself..." I made him look at me. "Our people needs us... We are kings and we have to perform our duties... You have to come in your senses, don't destroy yourself like this..." I don't remember when we had a normal conversation like we used to have before. I hope this trip to University brings changes in our lives. I want my brothers to remember their old days. It will cheer them up.

— Ylva — There are things that aren’t done. A single ant doesn’t run towards an elephant screaming blooding murder with the hope of toppling it over. That ant is going to get squashed, bad. This is a truth that no one would dispute. But for some reason, anything that has at least a little bit of human in them, seems to forget this fact quickly. It’s like we can’t accept our own position in the world, and keep wanting for more.

." Life seems problematical Because we make it so We're all listening to someone else Without listening to ourselves We cover our lifes with insignificant things that do not matter I want to be what I want to be with no shame and hastI've cared about what people think of me for too long Do I believe in trust?I'm human My life feels in between this days and it limits me I can say I am where you call rock bottom But still feel higher How did I get myself into this mess I question Looks like my demons are awaken

"Admit it. Nerd, you're afraid of me, that because of me you don't want to be in this competition! " I know, I'm weak. I know, I am a loner, and I know that no one wants to be like me, but I'm myself in the end. weather, it is not fully me, but I'm myself .it doesn't matter what I pretend to be...I" ll always remain myself or what I want to be. "No, I'm not afraid about you, about anything, about this competition, or anything else," I said while weeping. Damn it. At least stop crying.

I just stood there, steady and calm, and spoke clear and true. "I am not here to destroy you. I am not here to seal you away. I am here because I finally understand. You are not something separate from us. You are the part of us we never learned to accept. You are the fear we locked up. The pain we hid. The doubt we refused to face. You are the shadow that grows only when we stand in the dark and turn our backs on ourselves."

For in this grand tapestry, we are but mere threads, woven together by the hands of fate. Our wild nature, untamed and fierce, calls out to us, beckoning us to embrace the untrodden path that lies ahead. It is a path that demands our unwavering commitment, a path that demands we honor the very essence of who we are. And as we embark on this journey, we come to realize that our destinies are intertwined, like the delicate strands of a spider's web. We are not solitary beings, but rather interconnected beings

Your “Faux Pas” is not your definition We have a lifestyle of deciding whether or not we can stand up or stand down. We dwell in specific magnifying glasses of authenticity and silence. We bring a pinch of hell and heaven in our own unique way and somehow try to get away from all the advantages. We do not intend to create an action that may impact more of another sense of blending in. There are voices in the back of your head screaming for freedom and wanting strength. Voices that breaks chains and destroys infrastructures of a meaningful substance.