theme definition in a story

There is a world where nothing is fixed. Not the laws. Not the names. Not the boundaries between one thing and another. In this world, gravity is a suggestion. Death is a mood. The colour blue can be redefined by anyone who has the will and a sharp enough imagination. A man can die on a Thursday, and by Friday his widow can decide that "death" now means "a long walk in a garden that has no gate," and he will return to finish the soup she left on the stove. A child can decide that "school" means "a cloud that only rains on weekends," and the building will float away until Monday, carrying the teachers with it, and no one will ask questions because questions themselves can be redefined as answers that have not yet decided what they know. Everyone redefines reality as easily as breathing. The rich change themselves daily—new face, new past, new gravity. The poor cling to a handful of stable definitions just to remember who they were when they woke up. Cities rename themselves every hour by public vote. Wars are fought not with weapons but with dictionaries. The Anti-Semantic War, they say, ended when one side redefined "victory" to mean "surrender," and by the time anyone noticed, it was already history. This is not paradise. When everything can be rewritten, nothing is ever fully real. A promise made today dissolves tomorrow when "tomorrow" is redefined as "a shape that cannot fit promises." Love is exhausting because the word changes taste every afternoon. Truth is a fashion. Memory is guesswork. And somewhere beneath all this, a question sleeps that no one dares wake: If everything can be redefined, what is the definition of definition itself? Cindral had never trusted a world that could change its memories. When the past was rewritten as casually as the weather, what was a man but a rumour his own history could no longer confirm? He did not seek power. He did not want to reshape the rules. He wanted to know if there was any rule that did not answer to a vote. So when word reached him of an old vendor in the secondhand markets selling definitions too ancient to be altered, Cindral went. Not from ambition. From hunger—for something that would still be true tomorrow. The answer waits in a dusty corner of that market, where a vendor whose age shifts with the minute hand sells used definitions discarded by those who have moved on to newer models. Cindral will touch the one definition that was never meant to be touched: the definition of definition itself. That touch will reveal the thread. The thread runs through everything. It ties every word to every thing, every thing to every mind, every mind to every story, and every story to something above. Cindral will follow it upward through layers of narration that make his universe look like a footnote in a book no one remembers writing. He will climb until climbing breaks. He will define until definition breaks. He will be until being breaks. What waits at the end cannot be called a god, because gods require names, and names require someone to speak them. What waits predates the need to be named. And it is not the top. There is no top. The thread does not end; it only changes direction—cutting sideways through hierarchies, through echoes without a source, through hollows where silence is not empty but full of the absence of sound waiting to be born. This is the story of that climb. It begins in a world where anyone can rewrite the rules, and it ends where the word "rule" has never been spoken, never been needed, never been possible. Somewhere in between, a man discovers that he is a sentence inside a story inside a dream inside a definition that defines itself. The thread is already in your hand. Cindral's ascent begins now.

Lost among the stars......Love, Hate, Friendship, Courage...... In the end......only you defined me. ........... The story revolves round three individuals who are struggling between romance and revenge. Can love conquer their hearts or will revenge conquer them. Each choice has its own consequence. The three complete strangers Aaron, Artella and Narein bound by fate... But this fate.. Is it a fated love? or a fated hatred?.......Find out!!!! .......... Follow this romantic thriller.... A journey in discovering oneself in the arms of the one they love.

"My justice shattered with a single scream." In the Empire's darkest depths, our revolution was sacred. We believed our sacrifices would be enshrined as noble history. "Please... stop... I'll tell you everything." A single scream, and I became a traitor. Now I understand. It was never my weakness that was the sin. The true evil was the hypocrisy above.

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200 years ago man created the greatest AI known but this Machine eventually grew a mind of its own and evetually it's own body, it rose up with others like it against the human race this battle went on for about 20 years and nature and most resources were dieing off cause of the continuing battles but the final battle it released a large blast but is wasn't a bomb it was something else entirely, the machines had something hidden down their main base, something that wasn't human or machine something not of this earth, the blast brought back nature it changed it along with the humans and Machines closes to the blast.....both of them went a evolution of some sorts and because of this both sides where able to form a peace ending the war Lia Giles became a border guard and mechanic for the power lines on the in between of the main city and the unearthly forests, no longer being able to stand living in the high technology world where humans are treated like second class citizens. On one of her patrols she discovers something or more like someone that no one has ever seen before.

Dear youth It's ok to feel alone it's oky to be different it's ok not to have what others have it's ok to choose your own way even if it doesn't make sense to others. it's ok to wait it's ok to feel confused it's ok for everything your are going through stay strong,keep chin up soon or letter you will rise. Dear parents just know that life doesn't have a particular formula to apply, make your own way with your kids and please don't compare your kid with other's kids. Dear fellow just because someone has different feelings about something doesn't make them criminal,let others live their life how they chose too. PLEASE WHAT EVER HAPPEN DON'T CHOOSE SUICIDE you have people who love you,they can't bare loosing you. Your life is precious if you can't make it to day one day you will,that's for sure.

Hi. I'm Ellis. I may look like a girl but I'm not. I'm non-binary. I entered 9th grade this year. People ask me all the time if it's hard or if I'm having the time of my life. I've always had an easy time with school, so it certainly wasn't hard despite the now highschool level classes, and even though I enjoyed school and loved going, I was definitely not having the time of my life. Since I'm so good at school and my grades are stunning for the average person, I've always been told that I would be successful in my life. No one told me what successful meant, they just told me to go into a STEM field where I would excel. So, that was my goal. I would succeed. ~~~ There was a moment of silence where she simply looked at me, inching forward until our lips were centimeters apart. I was scared. I wasn't ready for this or so I thought due to my racing heart. Not even 3 seconds later, her lips had melted into mine and for the first time, I understood why people were in love. I understood why people closed their eyes when they kissed. I suddenly stopped caring about my applications to the various prestigious colleges where my major was to be in the medical world or if I was going to get an MD or a PHD. None of it mattered while this beautiful girl's lips were on mine. Nothing mattered except her. ~~~ Teen LGBTQ+ High School Romance! ARTWORK IS MY OWN, PLEASE DON'T STEAL

An ordinary man who want to enter the world of writing novels, trying to take part in a novel writing competition, but suddenly his soul got transmigrated into the world of novel writing contest themes.

Young Jake Smith tries to build his life career as a new member of the SWAT team, but it all falls apart when he is forced to prove that the definition of insanity does not exist, otherwise he will be killed.

A certain man had two sons, and younger son said to his father, give me my possession, let me go and live my life, the way it please me, so the younger son went. After sometimes, the younger son have spend everything he had, so there was a great famine in the land, the younger son have to go and join himself to a citizen of that country. The person that younger son was working for sent him into his fields to feed swine. And he would fain have filled his stomach with the husks that the swine did eat. And no man gave into him. The younger son forget who he was, he was suffering, he find no man to favor him, so many of us are like that today. Are you like the PRODIGAL SON? THINK TWICE AND BE SAVE. (Luke 15 vs 17). And when he came to himself, he said how many hired servant of my fathers have enough bread and to spare and I perish with hunger. You don't have to perish, is not the will of God. Most of the problem we find our self today, we are the cause by our own decision. The younger son said to himself, I will arise and go to my father and I will say unto him father, I have sinned against heaven and before thee. And am no more worthy to be called thy son, make me as one of thy hired servants. And he arose and came to his father. But when he was yet a great way off, his father saw him and had compassion and ran and fell on his neck and kissed him. God can not forget you, can a mother forget her sucking child, No". God think about you.." Psalm 139 vs 17." Turn from your ways and God will clean you from every unrighteousness. You are precious to God, because he made you and form you in his image and likeness. Is not the will of God for any one to perish but to come to repentance, that why he send his only begotten son, Jesus Christ to come and die for you and I. (John 3 vs 16). No matter your wrong, God will still take you back, because you so precious before him. But the father said to his servants, bring forth the best rope and put a ring on his hand and shoes on his feet. You will be crown as prince, because your father (God) is a king, he received him with happiness, it was also with God, if you repent, God will rejoice with all his angels. The things of this world profit nothing, but death and sorrow. The younger son love the world, but what he face after was terrible, love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the father is not in him. "1john 2 vs 15.". Love God because he loves you, and because of that he sent his only son Jesus Christ to die for you and I, THINK TWICE, my brother and sister, don't be deceived by what you see in the world, they are vanity. CHAPTER TWO. THE ONLY WAY. Jesus Christ is the only way in the book of john 14 vs 6.jesus said unto him, "I am the way the truth and the life. No man cometh to the father, but by me. There are no other ways, no other truth, no other except Jesus Christ. Maybe you have been passing through many ways, but I tell you, Jesus Christ is the the only way. The way here symbolise his instructions. "Proverbs 8 vs 5" He said, O ye simple understand wisdom and ye fools be ye of an understanding heart, if you read down to verse 10 to 11.He said received my my (ways) instructions and not silver (money) and knowledge rather than choice gold.. For wisdom is better than rubies and all the things that maybe desire are not to be compared to it. You see what God is telling you. All the things you desired are in God, what are you looking for, money, power, fame etc mention them, they are all in God.. The only way to get what you desire, is to seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness and all this thing shall be added unto you. Do you think God can lie, No he can not, he has said it, so shall it be. Just follow the only way think twice now and be save. He said in the book of Isaiah 45 vs 2 to 3,"I will go before thee to make the crooked places straight :, I will break in pieces the gates of bra