Jennifer Moore
Stories
6
Chapters
1,982
Words
445.8 K
Comments
0
Reading
1 d, 13 h
-
The darkness that surrounded me was punctuated by relentless notifications, each flashing in my mind with a sense of urgency and finality. The blaring system messages were like a storm, their content disorienting and overwhelming. will now be activated] The messages seemed to both drown out and amplify my sensations. I was enveloped in a thick, disorienting haze. My body felt like it was on the cusp of a fever dream-hot yet cold, weak yet…-
26 •
-
-
This same dream... Was it a memory or a fragment of my imagination? The scene before me was indistinguishable from the murky realms of a dream. The soft, ethereal light that enveloped everything made the figures seem more like wisps of smoke than tangible beings. Among these apparitions was a blurry woman, her features obscured yet unmistakably familiar, lying on what appeared to be a deathbed. Her voice, though faint, carried a note of tenderness as she spoke. "Their names... That's…
-
26 •
-
-
-Uwaaahh~!!! -Uwaaahh~!!! The cries of the two children filled the air, their voices mingling in a heart-wrenching symphony of distress. "Dad hates us!" they sobbed together. "We're sorry, Daddy!" Their outbursts pierced through the chaos in my mind, making me feel an acute sense of panic and helplessness. I desperately tried to soothe them, my voice trembling as I stammered, "C-calm down, calm down, okay? I didn't mean it like that." No matter how much I tried to comfort them, my words…
-
26 •
-
-
The darkness enveloped me, a vast and impenetrable void that seemed to stretch on endlessly. It was a strange sensation, this darkness, both profound and oddly comforting. It cocooned me in a way that was almost reassuring, a stark contrast to the torment and suffering I had just endured. Here, there were no memories, no pain, no fears. It was simply a vast, serene emptiness where I could float away from all the horrors of the world. Why did I find this darkness so comforting? I couldn't…
-
26 •
-
-
"I love you, Riley..." she said, her tone as delicate and ethereal as the night sky itself. Her words hung in the air, charged with a sincerity that made my heart skip a beat, despite the heavy confusion coursing through me. The memory of that confession was vivid and poignant. I recalled the gentle touch of her lips against mine, a moment of pure connection when we had first acknowledged our feelings for each other. The kiss we shared was like a blossoming flower in a desolate landscape, a…
-
26 •
-
-
A romance fantasy game that, on the surface, seemed indistinguishable from the countless others in the genre. An underground title, it struggled with limited publicity and a niche audience, yet it possessed a charm that resonated deeply with me. For most players, it was just another game-an opportunity to indulge in a story of romance and adventure set within the confines of an academy. Its mechanics and narrative felt cliché and overused, with familiar character archetypes and…
-
26 •
-
-
Drying my wet hair with a towel, I glanced at my reflection in the mirror. "My hair's grown quite a bit..." Given that a whole semester had nearly passed, it made sense. The passage of time had begun to take its toll on me, and my busy schedule had left little room for personal grooming. I had been so preoccupied with planning for the future that I had neglected my present needs. "I should probably get a haircut before it gets too long." Despite the appeal of the original Riley's refined…
-
26 •
-
-
The first day of the Grand Festival concluded splendidly, leaving a lasting impression on both audiences and students alike. The excitement and energy that had permeated the event from the very beginning did not wane, and as the day drew to a close, it was clear that the festival had achieved its goal of captivating and satisfying everyone involved. The combat displays, showcasing the incredible skills of the academy's students, were a highlight of the day. Each match was a testament to the…
-
26 •
-
-
The moment Hajey's guards' blades threatened to cut my skin, a surge of power coursed through my body. Energy rose from within, and all the pain I had been ignoring vanished instantly. During the few times I had used this skill, I always thought it was odd how the world seemed to lose its color. Now, I understood why it had to be a monochromatic world. This was how Monarchs were supposed to see the world. Color only emanated from things that held…
-
26 •
-
-
Standing near the colosseum's gate, Hajey Gyeoul, the son of Hojun Gyeoul the next head of the Gyeoul family, exuded an air of undeniable authority and irritation. His crimson-red eyes flared with intensity, reflecting the frustration he felt. Dressed in a black kimono and an outer eastern coat, his attire made it clear that he was not from the western lands. The eerie and dangerous aura around him only added to his formidable presence. He stood with his arms crossed, his posture rigid and…
-
26 •
-
- Previous 1 … 8 9 10 … 199 Next
