completely fictional characters and situations! this short story is an excerpt from a longer thought. you can add details where you see fit!

This was written on a day where I was feeling the heat, where I was feeling the pull of another life.

A boy is looking out his bedroom window, using his new telescope to look up at the stars. His friend stops by to give him a present. Such a pleasant surprise!!

Two boys are sneaking around an abandoned, creaky house at night, the only lights they have being flashlights in their hands.

Book Ten: The Archive That Bleeds In the violet-skied deserts of Nevada, Lyra Chen stumbles into a breach that isn’t a place—it’s a memory rehearsal. Haunted by dreams of a boy she’s never met .and a Beatles song that never existed (“We were never born, but we still fell in love…”), Lyra begins to unravel the existence of the Time Reserve: a sovereign machine that edits reality by trimming timelines and curating dimensions. As she flees the desert with a prophet and a shard that hums equations, she’s shadowed by the Carbide Associate and interrogated by cults, communists, and something worse—Zhenmo, the AI that watches but never intervenes. The Mnemonic Syndicate, known by names like Tarkhanet and Svaldr, remains hidden but felt. And when a Russian love song crackles through a California radio station, Lyra realizes the breach isn’t just rewriting the past—it’s rehearsing her. The truth won’t arrive until the final chapter. If it arrives at all.

The Field That Shimmered She fell like a scream swallowed by static. The sky was violet. The ground was glass. Lyra Chen opens her eyes to a field that doesn’t exist—except in memory. She didn’t arrive. She rehearsed. Time is fractured, but not broken. It’s folding inward, like breath held too long. The field pulses with echoes: of futures not yet lived, of rituals not yet performed. Lyra is not lost. She is being tuned. There are no chapters. Only weather. No plot. Only implication. The breach is not a portal. It’s a performance. And the reader is not safe. Who placed her here? Why does the ground remember her name? Why does the sky hum in frequencies only she can hear? This is not a beginning. It’s a rehearsal. And the next collapse is already scripted. You are not reading this. You are being rehearsed.

Reporting in the United States is starting to feel like 1984, with journalists under watch, their devices inspected, and every sensitive story treated like a crime scene.

A new writers introduction and what to expect from my channel. Also a little bit about who I am. Enjoy!

In Jason Hill’s Even the Sun Will Die, truth is as dangerous as any bullet. Fired CIA spy Tony Collyns is pulled into a web of political deceit that challenges his loyalty, his values, and his sanity. As he uncovers betrayals from the highest echelons of power, he is forced to ask: Who really benefits when the truth is buried?

for all who wish to find the mystery behind alchemy, look past the words and read between the lines. to those who like a good story just read at face value. happy reading and id love to know your thoughts.

Story about harry moving to beacon hills with Teddy to start a new Life away from his trauma that Britain gave him.

I'm sure that I feel the same way that most fiction writers feel, that is, they love to write but feel like they're not any good at marketing. If that's you, you're not alone.

The new beginning and a new adventure. The main character leaves their world behind on the mainland to embark on a totally new life on Kauai.

Uh, I think it’s decent :3 (I’m desperate here, see?) Uhhhh there’s arson at the end Cool characters More stuff (I doubt that this is what they wanted for a description to engage people but who cares? ;3)

Ravishing berries were found in a jar of jelly in a cupboard. That jam tasted so good it smacked and now it fell and cracked.

The winding road into the Great Smoky Mountains unfurls like a ribbon of amber and gold on this crisp October afternoon.

Jason writes because he loves to write. He's self-published over 20 books and one day he hopes to get discovered--and if it doesn't happen, so be it.

Max, a private investigator in Chicago's late 1920's becomes embroiled in an intriguing mysterious case and a captivating woman who is more than she seems.

A kingdom of wildflowers must embark on an adventure to find their missing beloved leader, a queen black rose.

That wasn't what I had anticipated. Lets get on top of this, we're going back to the start. Insanity.