The first known continent, Somnara, was once called Caedryn—but now it is known only by the name that suits it best: “The Dream-Touched Land.” This is where the Nocturne Relay collapsed, unleashing the first and largest Dream Tear. Since then, its geography, societies, and ecosystems have been irreversibly transformed.

This is a spooky short interlude chapter, perhaps foreshadowing? Or perchance a flashback? Up to reader's interpretation.

Charley finds himself in the presence of a Lord of Hell; a rather mischievous demon named Abaddon. Charley must learn to continue to navigate his normal mortal life while being followed by this dark troublemaker, without exposing the truth to his friends and family.

Charley Wrenford and Lola Hernandez have always been best friends. Charley's caution and critical thinking has always done little to hinder Lola's fiery, spontaneous personality. And when Lola proposes an eerie night of paranormal mischief, Charley's warnings seem to go over her head. This part sci-fi, part thriller- and potentially part romance takes one dark turn after another.

Julie is facing facts that every day, even in sleep, fear can be brought to life in this series of short stories about a young woman who can not wake from a nightmare based on all of those fears. One by one, they run together. One by one, they will be faced. Or can they?...

Dream Tears The year is 6535—though few remember it. For most, it’s just another day spent surviving the impossible. Humanity has endured nine long years of nightmare, ever since dreams began bleeding into reality and monsters stepped from the subconscious into the waking world. It wasn’t always like this.

A faint, yet persistent, anomaly flickered across his screens – a series of rapid X-ray flares emanating from a seemingly empty patch of sky in a distant galaxy. "Curious," Aris murmured, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface. Black holes, by their very nature, are invisible, trapping all light within their event horizons. Yet, their presence is often betrayed by the super-heated matter that spirals into them, forming luminous accretion disks that glow fiercely in X-rays and radio waves.

Going to college and meeting new people and going on crazy adventures. What more fun is that. This fan fic follows the main characters into their every "normal" college life....until its not so normal anymore.

She was sent to monitor the planet. He wasn’t supposed to exist. Their first contact wasn't a meeting — it was a warning. Now the gravity between them might end more than just the mission.

Part One: The Unfurling of the Past (Continued) Chapter 2: The Unfolding Enigma Captain Theron, a figure sculpted by the harsh realities of interstellar command, stood on the bridge of the *Stellar Sentinel Valour*. His cybernetic eyes, glowing with a cool, internal luminescence, scanned the sensor arrays, each data stream a language he had mastered over centuries of service. Neural tendrils snaked from his spine, seamlessly integrating him with the ship's systems, making the colossal vessel an extension of his own will. The bridge hummed with controlled power, the low thrum a familiar comfort in the face of the unknown.

Part One: The Unfurling of the Past Chapter 1: Lumina of Three Hundred Millennia and the Weight of Cycles

The Birth of The Timekeeper is the beginning of a story of the primordial elements of creation, one of many but this perspective is captivating.

THE CITY WAS SICK—A METALLIC THING COUGHING SPARKS UNDER A CHOKED SKY. THE RAIN SMELLED LIKE STATIC, AND DYNA RELL LOVED THAT SHIT!

📢 Excerpt from "The Last Signal" – A Sci-Fi Mystery Awaits! 🚀 "In the year 2187, Earth is dead. The last survivors have fled. But from the frozen wastes of Pluto, a signal pulses into the void—'WE ARE STILL HERE. COME BACK.' Dr. Elara Voss, a lone scientist listening to the echoes of a lost civilization, makes a chilling discovery: the message isn’t from humans. At least, not anymore. 🔍 What awaits her on Pluto? 🤖 Why does the signal wear a familiar face? ⚠️ And what happens when the last listener becomes part of the transmission? Dive into this eerie sci-fi tale where humanity’s last hope might be its greatest nightmare. Click to read the full story—before the signal finds you too. 👇 (Would you answer the call?)

Story of a soldier that has been marooned on a distant but familiar planet. Chase Gowen Must find out what world he has been captive on and find out why there was no mission to recover him as commander and chief of the Infamous Death Star Battalion.

Agent Teodoro Abhay is the greatest spy in his country of Knosk. Van Jara is the most dangerous criminal in Knosk. The two are sent on a mission to take a doctor doing some 'questionable' medical practises. How will this end?

My husband and I lived in sector A-01, the closest neighborhood to the watchtower. Every job in this world is chosen for you, according to your skills and interests. My chosen job was unique. I was to be an “Observer”. A part of the great leader’s observation team, whose only purpose is to observe, learn, and make sure they do not go off the Rules set forth by our ancestors. “Are you stressed?” My husband stood in the kitchen archway. His arm rested against the wall. He still wore his bed clothes, and his hair was a short mess. "Of course, I'm stressed, but I think I'll be fine," I said, glancing up at him from the kitchen table. "It's not every day one interviews to become a great leader," he said, a gentle tease in his voice. But beneath it, I could detect a hint of the same apprehension that I was feeling.

I remember the night air being particularly dry as I made my way back from the river. There was always this faint metallic taste whenever I breathed on the human side, like iron dust floating on the wind. It reminded me of the enormous Iron walls that stood as a barrier between my world and hers. I clung to the shadows, sneaking past the harsh beams of the spotlights mounted along the wall’s perimeter. They blazed downward, scanning the barren stretch of rocky ground like giant, unblinking eyes. My boots crunched against the gravel despite my efforts to stay quiet. Above me, the wall’s dark metal surface gleamed under the cold moonlight. It rose so high it seemed to blend into the night sky. Built decades, maybe even centuries ago, it was a paradox of old-world engineering and futuristic reinforcement. Steam vents hissed from hidden pipes while sleek sensor panels pulsed with tiny red lights. Whenever a beam of light passed overhead, I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.

...“Kale? Landon?” I call out, setting the bags on the kitchen counter. “I brought dinner!” The sound of small footsteps pattering toward me is usually enough to lift my spirits, but as my four-year-old twins barrel into my arms, something strange happens. The moment they make contact, the world seems to freeze. Their laughter stops mid-ring, their little bodies going rigid in my embrace. “Guys?” I say, panic creeping into my voice. I glance up and see my wife standing at the end of the hallway. Her face is serene, a soft smile playing on her lips, but she doesn’t move. She doesn’t blink. The silence is deafening. I try to speak again, to move, but it feels as though the air has turned to cement around me. Then, a voice, eerily familiar, echoes around me. “This isn’t how it happened, Thomas. You know what really happened.” The warmth of my kids’ arms around me fades. The world dissolves into darkness, cold, and unfeeling...

I started this book a long time ago. I have a couple of chapters but need help/ ideas on where I should take this story.