《Rifts & Boundaries (LitRPG Portal Fantasy)》Interlude 1
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You dream.
You dream every day, but it wasn’t often you would remember those fleeting memories, less often would you be aware of The Dream.
Still, it happens enough for you to be aware of commonalities, recurring trends.
Multiple times you dreamed of falling, of your old school surrounded by unreadable faces. Once you dreamed of dying, unable to move as your lungs filled with liquid—blood or water, you don’t know. Can’t know. You woke up before reaching your fateful end.
Never had you dreamed of the end of the world; of a sky so black it smothered the Earth and robbed the atmosphere of its life-sustaining air.
The heat death of the entire universe rested upon your shoulders.
You squirm and struggle, yet nothing moved. Nothing changed. Every inhale froze your innards and stole your breath; every exhale released the precious heat your body struggled to produce. Your breath lingering—the only warmth in existence—only serves to highlight your absolute, desolate Dream.
Former oceans and waves, locked in place for the rest of eternity. Black ice surrounding you—smothering you, stealing your breath, locking you in place till the end of time.
You almost pointlessly waste the last of your heat, you almost breathe your last breath, you almost give in to the black and empty. You feel it caress your mind, grasp your heart in your final hour at the final second.
But you refuse.
You swallow the last bit of air, and deny the hands your heart, your essence. You rather watch yourself burn to ash than witness a pathetic thing steal your flesh. You rather watch the whole world burn in a nuclear hellfire than let those disgusting hands take what’s rightly yours.
Only yours.
You clutch your last ember until it burns your lungs. The flame spreads through your bloodstream, melting your muscle and sinew alike. Yet, you hold the spark as close as possible. You rather see your body destroyed under your own will than live under another’s.
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Your organs dissolve, and your bones flake to ash, all while your nerves fry under the harsh heat. The pain was unbearable at first, but so was the insatiable cold—at least the ember kept the cold at bay. You refused to give up without a whimper. You rather go out in a blaze of glory instead of a pinched candle.
Your body burned, and your soul boiled, until your last shred of self winked out of existence. For a moment, the dark rumbled in victory and the cold snuffed out the last remaining trace of your warmth. Death has come to collect you.
But you refuse.
Freezing puddles of water sat upon the ice in a large crater. Traces of you still lingered, albeit not for long.
The black and the ice worked tirelessly to erase you. You had no hope of competing against an eternal force—
—So you don’t. You work harder, faster.
You take a hold of everything you left behind; your remains and the very evidence of your passage, and you ignite it.
The icy-wind howled and the black shook, all to extinguish your spark, yet you don’t fight their forces and welcome them instead. The wind snatched your last ember, and tried to strangle it in the air.
The light shined bright across the whole frozen wasteland, for it was the only glow in the universe. The only star. Then, it faded into a faint pinprick in the distance as it landed on the ground until it too was extinguished. Once more the dark and the cold—
You ignite the ashes of your ember, and the light it emitted across the globe. In an instant, what was once one spark transformed into a glowing field of dancing fire, gleefully spreading on the ice like dandelions; and you laid in the center of it all. Those disgusting hands couldn’t touch you, no longer.
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Your flames spread its beautiful light across the world, and you finally gain the strength to pull yourself together.
The ice gave way to water; at first into a pool, and then rapidly, until the sea met the horizon. The black rumbles above you menacing, but it can’t hurt you in your translucent depths.
For once in an eternity, you're safe. Safe to wonder and safe to observe your enemy. Your embers fly in the atmosphere, creating stars of your influence. The black claws at your stars, but you burn everything their light touches. Just as it tried to claim you, you claim the furthest reaches of the black and empty until the whole sky was filled to the brim with you—
Until it became your sky.
Dreary waves glisten for miles under the immense starlight, carrying you. A breath fills your lungs, and assures you even more; you felt more whole than ever before, you felt like you again.
The Black and Cold
are within your Authority
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Delve
Truth hides behind action. Delve. A word with many meanings. It may refer to an abyss, a dark place of no return or may also be a refuge, a haven of retreat from the harshness of the outside. None of those are right to me. For me, to delve is to seek the truth. Delving into that dark abyss and coming back with answers. To leave that safe refuge and suffer the pain of the outside just because it is real. This is the story of me delving deep into the truths of the universe. Suffering things that should not be suffered in search of things that should not be known. Once a common man, drowned in the same questions that have plagued humanity since the beginning of times, now I have found my answers. Now I have meaning. Delve, and you shall have yours as well. Jack is a regular citizen of modern society: he works on an office, uses public transport every day, receives a meager salary, and drowns his frustrations with entertainment and alcohol. Maybe, the only thing that sets him apart from many others, is his unique outlook on life. Despite feeling an unfillable void in his soul and suffering from deep depression, he still sees as his duty to be a functional, exemplary member of society. All in order to prove his life-goal point: no matter how good you are, life is still shit. This point-of-view, however, will be challenged by circumstances as a mysterious encounter with a weirdly dressed man takes him to a strange and dark cave. In this place, he will have to fight for his life against fantastical creatures from fiction, and more importantly, get face to face with his own nature. In doing so, he will uncover secrets about the cave that will change both him and all he ever thought to be true.
8 155Second Life's Game: Hell
(LitRPG/Fantasy) *** Disclaimer: I changed the title of this fiction because I realised that religious people may be offended by it. This fiction is purely intended to entertain and is not based upon any religion. *** What comes after death? The Afterlife. A world split into three layers. Heaven, Nexus and Hell. The Afterlife is harsh, cruel, and sometimes downright unfair, with everything based upon luck. A world with a game system, which enables the residents to level up, and gain special attributes. A tower lies in the middle of it all, named the Core, which provides passage to God, who will bestow on you your greatest desires. Unfortunately, to get to God, one must conquer 27 stages and battle against others wishing to meet him too. Ikite, a young teenager, gets killed by a gang of criminals and reawakens in Hell with a different body and life. As his two new personalities meld into one, he becomes an 'Awakener', someone who has their previous life's personality sharing their mind. However, he realises he has no combat perks, a bad class and a peasant's life in Hell, the lowest layer. At first, he decides on a hardworking, yet peaceful life with his mother, but bad luck wouldn' leave him alone. Forced to journey where he doesn't want to journey, will he overcome his obstacles, change his perspectives, and climb the tower? Or will he sink into the lifeless state, just like many of those around him... Kick back and relax with this book as it's your traditional LitRPG, with a twist or two here and there. New chapter at least every two days (unless previously stated).
8 140Eternal lord
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8 96Small Ripples = Big Waves
This is the new verison of Small Ripples = Big Wave. I am trying to write it for those unfamilar with Negima. Please enjoy. Updates Sporadically. *Summary* History changed the moment demons attacked Negi Springfield's home. The brutality was stored into his mind but someone decided to save him. The question is, was it for the better or the worst? I don't own MAHOU SENSEI NEGIMA!. MAHOU SENSEI NEGIMA! was created by Ken Akamatsu and serialized by Weekly Shōnen Magazine. Limited Harem. Cover Art By KitzuneSly (myself)
8 176Blood Drinker
What happens when someone dies? Obviously, they stay dead just kidding they reincarnate, sometimes they get to revisit worlds they have lived before sometimes new, so do good or bad deeds matter? No, it definitely does, chances of being reborn into what your desire increase, or if your bad into what you hate. Each life is supposed to be a learning process for your soul to make amends to fight for what you believe in. Some souls are tainted and they continue to taint themselves and the others around, so too does the opposite happen. Kindred souls are drawn together and they can bring calamity or salvation to their respective worlds. But what does this have to do with the story well, our friend Alexander is reborn into a world of magic but of course that’s not enough to mention him, no the true reason we will follow his story is because much like there are those who claim to remember their past life, he truly does have a head start in his case. Author's Note: Thanks for taking your time to read my first try at writing. English is my first language, so please correct me on anything that sounds wrong. I'll try to write it once a week, sometimes more if I feel like I’m on a roll but please I hope this stays a pleasant experience for us both.
8 189Please Andy..
Starting from 3x13 and mcswareks developing relationship
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