Plot Twist

Unraveling Worlds. Top Story - March 2025. Content Warning.
It's still a struggle for me when I think about how significantly everything changed and the reasons it all happened. For the longest time I spent every day imagining the 'good ol' days' where things were “normal” and life was... “good”. I never realized how conditioned I was, how conditioned everyone was, to the so-called “normal” days of life. When 'The OB's' came, it was a nightmare for the world. The delicate balance of life was shattered and the beliefs of many were completely destroyed. I remember that day like it was yesterday, and for a long time I saw it as the beginning of the end. I now realize it was only the end of what we ‘knew’ and the beginning of truth. The things I remember the most from the 'before' days seem so deprived of reason as I think back on them, but back then, it was what... was.
By Luna Verity11 months ago in Chapters
The Shard and the Dream. AI-Generated.
The first time Clea Trask set foot in Rivervale, she had no intention of ever returning. It was a city like no other—a place where the river twisted in strange loops, where time seemed to slip and stretch in impossible ways. She’d heard the rumors of the Glass Tower, of course. Everyone had. But it was just a myth, a story told to warn the curious, to keep the unwary from wandering too close.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Keeper’s Warning. AI-Generated.
The city of Rivervale had a way of keeping its secrets—shadows crept into every corner, as though the very walls knew things they had no intention of sharing. The streets twisted in strange angles, guiding those who wandered into places they’d never meant to go. And Clea Trask, despite her skills as a thief, was no different from the others. She had no choice but to follow the whispers of the glass shard that still burned in her pocket.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
Beneath the glass. AI-Generated.
The Glass Tower loomed over them, its shimmering surface refracting the pale moonlight into strange, prismatic shapes. It was as if the very air around it warped, bending with an unnatural energy that made Clea's skin crawl. The closer she got, the more she could feel it—the hum, deep and ancient, vibrating beneath her feet and in her bones.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Price of Time. AI-Generated.
Clea’s heart pounded in her chest, each beat echoing like the ticking of a clock. The creature on the pedestal had ceased its writhing for a moment, but its presence still loomed, oppressive and unbearable. The very air felt alive with its hunger, as if it was aware of Clea’s thoughts, of her very soul.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Unraveling. AI-Generated.
The chamber around Clea seemed to pulse with the weight of her decision. Time itself felt thin, fragile, as though it might snap under the pressure of the choices hanging in the air. The shard in her pocket was now painfully hot, its warmth seeping into her skin like fire. The creature’s presence loomed over her, dark and oppressive, but it was something more than just a threat—it was temptation.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
Shattered Reflections. AI-Generated.
Clea’s fingers tightened around the shard, the heat searing through her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, the rhythm of it outpacing the frantic tempo of her thoughts. The world around her seemed to blur as the creature’s whispers became louder, its presence pressing against her like a storm threatening to break.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
Fractured Time. AI-Generated.
Clea’s breath came in ragged gasps as she sprinted through the crumbling corridors of the tower. The ground beneath her trembled, and every step felt like it might be her last. The air was thick with dust and the acrid scent of something burning—something far older than she could comprehend.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
Echoes of the Past. AI-Generated.
The world around Clea was crumbling, but it wasn’t just the Glass Tower that was falling apart anymore. Time itself was splintering, unraveling in jagged shards like broken mirrors reflecting impossible versions of reality. Each crack, each shattered piece, was a reminder of the devastation she had wrought.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Heart of the Storm. AI-Generated.
For a moment, there was nothing. No sound. No light. No time. Just a suffocating, endless void. Clea’s breath caught in her throat as she felt herself suspended in the space between worlds. The shard in her hand pulsed, its warmth spreading through her veins, but it was faint, a fragile glow against the suffocating darkness. The swirling chaos of shattered time had receded, leaving only a quiet, oppressive silence.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Final Reckoning. AI-Generated.
The world shattered. Reality, as Clea had known it, splintered into a thousand jagged shards, each piece a broken moment suspended in time. The very air around her vibrated with an unnatural hum, as if the fabric of existence were tearing apart at the seams. The voices—the whispers—grew louder, their echoes reverberating through her skull, each one a reminder of the destruction she had unleashed.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters
The Necklace of Time. AI-Generated.
Avery Rainer had always felt like she didn’t belong. She moved from foster home to foster home, never staying long enough to feel at home. Her life was a blur of new faces and unfamiliar places, and through it all, there was one thing she clung to: her mother’s necklace.
By Chxse11 months ago in Chapters