schizophrenic stories

Abel Vulcan lived his life on the bottom. Since he couldn’t use man and become an awakener he was treated like trash. He was either ignored or bullied by everyone. One day Abel couldn't take anymore of the abuse and stood up for himself. He fought back and actually won. His tormentors not willing to give him even a shred of decency started hurting him even more. It got so bad that he had to escape the orphanage where he lived in his whole life. With no where left to go he was forced to fend for himself. He eventually settled in humanities dumpster known as the "Wasteland" and started selling trash make enough money to eat. While scavenging he finds an ancient ring that changes his life forever. The ring awakens his potential and grants him the ability to wield mana. That’s not all the ring does though. After awakening, Abel starts to hear an annoying and obnoxious voice in his head who claims to be from a different universe. and apparently in its universe his entire reality is a Web novel. Abel obviously doesn’t trust this mysterious voice and starts to believe that he’s developed Schizophrenia. He tries his best to ignore the voice and just continue on with his life, but after continuous pestering from the voice he breaks and does what it wants. When he does though he finds himself becoming increasingly rich and powerful. The voice helps him experience things he’s only dreamed of. Watch as he interacts and affects this world and it’s main characters. Will he die a meaningless side character. Or will he create his own legend that surpasses the main story “Holy shit! Maybe I’m not Schizophrenic!” —————— (Authors Note!) I’m a dumbass when it comes to writing so go a little easy on me will ya. If you see any grammar mistakes or anything of that nature please point them out. The beginning is a little slow but I swear it starts to pick up If you got any suggestion’s or see any plot holes please tell me. That’s all from me! Thanks and enjoy!

read...read....read....read.... No. Stop. Unless you are prepared for a ride through someone's life you may not understand. If not, stop reading. This first person story tells the life of a schizophrenic who struggles to deal with barriers in their journey. There may be some improper grammar as well as some random thoughts, and other details that may seem like they don't belong. A person with schizophrenia can have "confused thoughts and disorganized speech. People with schizophrenia can have a hard time organizing their thoughts." Thank you all who decide to read this, I hope you enjoy. Don't forget to tell me what you think of it in the comment section under any chapter.

A collection of Micro-fiction insprired by Dictionary.com's "Word of the Day". A one word prompt that can take my mind anywhere. This is the Rorschach test of my mind.

A hundred years ago, the sun’s flames crept hotter and brighter until daylight became a furnace—mankind retreated into the night, and the world was claimed by shadow. In the silence of moonlit streets, water became worship, and three mighty prophets—Children of the Sun, Moon, and Stars—rose from ash to rule with fire-forged faith. No one knows if the Scorch was divine wrath or a cosmic accident, but for a century the faithful have burned heretics, torn nations apart, and lived by ritual “Purification” to prove their worth. Now, sixteen-year-old Ádin survives in a hidden bunker, trading scraps for scraps and precious drops of water. Marked by secret scars that only glow under his skin he lives with Fletcher, his mute golden retriever, and clings to the cryptic lullaby his grandmother left him. Out in the ruins roams Salvator Morgan, a man whose ageless eyes have seen the fall of empires and who whispers rumors of a “true child of prophecy.” When Ádin discovers the first fragment of a hidden map— he realizes he may hold the key to a long-lost salvation. But every step toward the truth draws the attention of the Children of the Stars, a fanatical cult whose young prophet will stop at nothing to claim destiny for himself. As the moon circles high and the ashes swirl, Ádin must decide: cling to everything he’s known, or embrace a perilous path that could either resurrect humanity… or consume him in the flames of betrayal. In a world where water is worship and every lie is branded in blood, survival means choosing whom to trust—and what you’re willing to burn.

Centuries after the war that shattered the world of Avalon, peace is little more than a fragile veil, concealing ancient ambitions and long-buried secrets. Kael Ashvern, a teenager from Ashfall village, lives a quiet life until a sudden tragedy forces him beyond the boundaries of everything he has ever known and reveals that the necklace left by his parents is one of the twenty Philosopher Stones, the most powerful artifacts born from the lingering remnants of The Great War. Hunted by rival factions and shadowed by dark forces beginning to stir once more, Kael gradually comes to understand that he is not merely a victim of fate. To survive, he must face a world where great power is never granted without sacrifice. Can Kael endure the trials ahead and uncover the truth behind his parents’ disappearance?

Kleine dunkle Geschichte

1805 years of the Age Of The First King, a boy by the name of Scorch and his twin sister run away from their abusive father and find themselves in the royal capital of the Edessa Kingdom. After another tragedy that scars Scorch for the rest of his life, he joins the army in order to achieve his dream: make the world a better place. Years after he joins the army he encounters a mage on the battlefield, who takes away his arms and stabs him through the heart. Luckily he is saved by a mysterious man, but now he seeks revenge on the man who killed him.

. . . . . They say everyone is born equal but different, but what about the extraordinary people who hold inhuman abilities? Equal they say, what a joke, no one is equal, however, there is one thing that binds us together despite our disparities, we all have this gift called, Life . . . . . Schism follows the daily life of a Gemei, A guy who completely hates human interactions and everything related to that. However, this hatred isn't without reason. A dark past, a dark present and probably a dark future. Disclaimer: From my point of view, this story is very dark. I mean DARK AF, but from someone else's prospective, it may or may not be as dark as I think it is. So ill just put the disclaimer anyway. Don't come complaining if the story isn't that dark.... [The picture in the cover is not owned by me. No copyright infringement intended!] [Second story I wrote]

Dua bulan usai keluar dari pekerjaan, aku pergi ke sebuah desa di pinggiran negeri. Berangan menjalani hidup menyenangkan tanpa memikirkan kasus sulit yang menyita waktu tidur. Tapi, aku salah. Sejak awal seharusnya aku tidak pergi ke desa itu. Seharusnya aku tetap berada di kota dan tinggal di sebuah penthouses. Berdiam diri di kota dan menghamburkan uang di usia muda. Tidak perlu bermimpi menghirup udara sejuk khas pedesaan. Itu bermula saat aku bertemu seorang perempuan hari itu. Dia adalah seorang pembunuh. Aku pikir hidup di pedesaan akan membuatku tenang dan tidak perlu lagi bergemelut dalam kasus berdarah seperti itu. Namun, perempuan bernama Schila itu membuatku harus kembali ke pekerjaan lamaku sebagai seorang detektif. Paranoia Schizophrenia. Penyakit gila semacam itu nyatanya membuatnya terhindar dari hukuman jeruji besi. Dia malah dikirim ke rumah sakit jiwa untuk menyembuhkan penyakit mentalnya. Itu membuatku merasa gagal menjadi seorang detektif.

"Stell dir vor, du stirbst und eine Göttin zwingt dich, die Geschichte zu reparieren. Aber du hast kein magie du hast nur dein Wissen und eine Pistole. Edward Meyers ist die fünfte Seele im Garten von Aisha. Er wurde nach Camelot geschickt, um Arturia zur Königin zu machen. Doch die Legende ist brutaler als jedes Geschichtsbuch. Zwischen Verrat, Gift und einem geteilten Bewusstsein mit anderen Zeitreisenden muss Edward einen Weg finden, die Geschichte zu reparieren alle figuren sind frei erfunden. jeglicher vergleich ist reiner zufall.