《Once upon a Night Time's Dream》I recall what I couldn't see, hear and feel
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I recall what I couldn't see, hear and feel
I cover my ears as the sounds surround me. They were words, sentences and borne of the language I spoke throughout my entire life; but it was terrifying.
"Thanks"
"You're welcome"
"I'm sorry"
"Don't worry"
"I'll be back"
"Wait"
"Forgive me"
"How could you? I ..."
"What happened was..."
"Don't"
"Will you help me?"
"Consider it done"
"Indeed,"
"Save us"
Many more of these voices envelop me and they formed a chorus. Continuously haunting my mind; it was as if they couldn't stop their singing. I pictured in a room; it was a very plain one, with blank walls the colours were non-existent. Basically, I couldn't remember them. The room had a single wooden desk accompanied with a wooden chair as well. Above me was the sky and it was vast and never-ending. With strokes of deep blue and tinges of purple; a truly fantasy like sky.
I stood on the cool metal flooring that was already present with no signs of imperfections. It was clean, shiny and cold. I could even see my reflection on the said floor. It was rather strange at first as the feeling of standing in your own feet was there, it soon vanished however after a brief moment of time. It was truly ironic as 'time' held a different concept from where I was at the moment.
The loss of logical thoughts was resulted. I was thinking; yet wasn't. The feeling was indescribable as my mind was strangely heavy yet comfortable. The vibrations of the strings from a certain instrument could be heard. It was sharp, clear and all so pleasant. Holding much of my attention it continued playing.
Now, as there was no orchestra nor choir that was present or visibly in sight. Only I remained standing in the room. All the voices, instruments and all sorts of self proclaimed nonsense were heard only by me as they were in my head, obviously.
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I'm sane, at least I think I am. Said person is, with the exception of this moment, am not nor will I ever be. Not if I continue existing.
Strange contrasts clash against one another. By the time I realized, everything was forgotten. But the arrival of night was unavoidable; and the chorus continued. Its stories were positively fascinating yet they spoke of vague grief and sadness. Day was gold in disguise as silence truly was golden. But night was in its own way, silver.
It was dreadful.
It was pleasant.
They were my very own choir and storyteller.
What do they mean? I understood nothing in actuality.
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8 174The First Corridor of Old Works
But what is it, really? Old Works. They say, some do anyway, or would, if they still had tongues - it's a dream. That it's a million year old mystery connecting three planets. Some, yet other, anonymous entities, charge that it's a structure, more accurately, an architecture - a quest, even, made from, and through - corridors. Pretty inarguably, for one thing, it's a maze. Even some pronounce, if you can understand those currently vomiting blood, that it's a corporation, and yet others - the brave ones – and dead - say it's... near death. Or that it is. Death. - Death itself. But that dark thing on the horizon, that thing emerging to replace the only system we... know. - Whatever it is it couldn't be the end, of everything, could it? Eminently possible, but - it couldn't be worse? 3 civilisations/3 planets... and Old Works. 4 heroes: The Cyclops seeing out his Eye the reality of that place - and by means of that vision - greasing the many-toothed gears of that great old churning nightmare. The Writer sweating to keep the story alive that supports the great old lying structure. The Fake King who abides among all those tunnels of dreams and lies and dreams and... slaves. And the Hero Dreamt, all those slaves - to maintain that structure's even functioning, have to - at all... they dream him. They literally dream him. But that thing, from whence, who knows, arriving? What kind of sick demonic mind could even - But it can only be psychosis - Or possession. Reducing all of reality to some kind of – what would you call it? A Game? A video... joke? And that half-Cyclops, that beauty – what does she have growing – beneath her supernatural genitals? A game for him? A game/a dream; a – world? Or just Old Works. And this Wound in reality – that our writer near-died putting inside her. What is it anyway? And what reality does it bring with it. This demon or God. Through the corridors; lattices of smoke and shadows and colours; dungeons; and supernatural organs; the labyrinths made from dreams... and flesh. - What happens when they face that Wound – staring the absolute. right. in. them? - Through - What happens to all us... slaves... then? But at the end of the hallway, you see it there, I say you do, that turning - It's only the First Corridor of Old Works. This finished 104,000 word kind of LITRPGy fantasy novel, the First Corridor of Old Works will be released in daily 2000 word chapters, or equivalent [unfailingly at 20:47 GMT] Immediately followed by the Second Corridor of Old Works [161,000 words, edited, ongoing, as of 24/09/21] At first lite on stats these LITRPGy elements will become increasingly - built meticulously upon what precedes - ubiquitous, as we proceed into a world painstakingly built to support these mechanisms. After - minimum - 6 months, this manic daily release schedule will be somewhat relaxed: 5 days a week. - But don't lie to yourself it's not there. That thing watching at the end of the hallway... and where it leads. It's - Of countless, it could only be - The First Corridor of Old Works.
8 192The Nocturne Society
For the first time on Royal Road The Nocturne Society is a series of urban horror stories centered around the remains of a dissolved secret society called … you guessed it … The Nocturne Society. Thirty years ago all monsters vanished and nobody knows why. The secret society dedicated to research and containment of these supernatural threats slowly fell apart and the dark age where dangerous things unknown to men slowly became legend. Finally nobody believed in the existence of such otherworldly threats anymore. But when thirty years later a young woman is killed in Hamburg and a tentacled monster seems to be the prime suspect an aging operative is forced out of retirement and together with the tech-savvy boyfriend of the victim he must return to the shadows to hunt the monster the world does no longer believe in. The Nocturne Society contains six novels available on Amazon, with another one in pre-sale. The Nocturne Society Series There are No Monsters Wormking Leviathan Let them burn Worst Case Scenarios The Secret Friend Mother (pre-sale)
8 79~ Socksfor1 X Blaza ~ {Discontinued}
~Description~ Story how bodyguard Socksfor1 and Prince Blaza fall in love. This is an AU nothing is real.Ps.I don't own any of the characters.~Cover done by Minecraft lettuce~
8 230The Security Man. (Mike x Foxy)
8 85Learning To Love You (Noah X Cody)
Total Drama, named justly, has proven to Noah that making friends isn't all that easy. Come the slight chance that he actually does make a friend in Cody Anderson, the dorky, wannabe lady's man, Noah finds that it's hard not to fall in love.Cover photo does not belong to me. All characters and ideas belong to Total Drama.Completed! Under editing!Sequel posted!
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