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After definition — Unbeing

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.
NOVXELITE · 45.1k Views

Fire' Unemployment Chronicle's

This novel, is based on the Unemploment Gng, in a certain website's comment section, where u'll never grow bored, or tired of chatting with Each-other, well wish me luck This novel is an attempt to immortalize or at least leave a record that we the Unemployment Gang where once here So let walk this journey together, as i try my best based on Various Experiences, Fun moments, Conflict Moments, Weird Moments, ahhh~~moments Well there where a lot of moments, in a way, we are another type of online family one that loves to joke around and just try to live for living, but doesn't trust ourselve's enough to share our bank accounts and passwords with Each other Anyways, the novel isn't going to have a fixed plot or direction, just as the write as it goes by, then if i am able to write a new chapter i will So follow me and the Unemployment Gng, as i write this novel, starting from idk maybe now later it doesnt matter I dont care if the novel is trash or brainrot, i am just writing it as a means to record the Unemployment Gng was once here, for fun and to record idk fun moments This would probably end, when most of the Unemplyment Gng leave but for the time, now that we are all here now. #Unemployment Gng was Here from 2024-(for now ~~2026) Welcome to~~~~~~idk F.U.C Fire' Unemployment Chronicles Fucking Unemployed Cucks ............................................................... To Join my Discord Server here is link https://discord.gg/x39tWrmZXy ........ PS if u see Trolls in the comment section dont bother with em. imma guilty of reagbaiting
Astralbrush7nr · 17.7k Views

Shadowborne: The Silent King

Never before had I, a sovereign of vast realms, tasted the bitter draught of death. My life, a tapestry of minor scrapes and swift recoveries, had known no true peril until this dire moment. A void, cold and unyielding, crept within my royal flesh, whispering the grim truth of my mortality. How had such realization dawn upon me? It was not through understanding, for knowledge eluded me; it was a feeling—a premonition of an end that wrested from me all semblance of dominion. I stood alone, as I had in life, now in the shadow of death's embrace. My power, once unassailable, held no sway over this fate. My strength, a mere memory; my cunning, rendered futile; and my magic, a dormant force that stirred not in my need. There, before the gaping maw of oblivion, I knelt, my sword—a steadfast companion—my sole comfort as the eternal slumber beckoned. My limbs were betraying me, their vigor lost to the encroaching frost. My grip faltered, the hilt of my blade slipping from weakening hands. Darkness veiled my sight, its inexorable tide engulfing me, offering no quarter, no hope of retreat. My last thought were only how quaint the instruments of my undoing were—a youth, an enfeebled sorcerer, and the cursed relic of my lineage. Such a trifling coalition, I would have scorned in days of yore, yet it was they who heralded my fall. And what about the legacy I was leaving behind that moment? Might it all collapse? This last ponderance lingered as I crossed the threshold into the unknown. Holy Shadows, it seemed that I might be reborn with already deep-seated regret and disgrace. I wished to end it quick.
Uttophian · 14.4k Views

Blue Gem [BL]

Blue, a nine-hundred-year-old vampire, has spent centuries searching for something he was told could never exist for his kind—a mate. While vampires are believed to be incapable of forming true fated bonds, Blue refuses to let go of the possibility, especially after witnessing his werewolf family find theirs. The absence of such a connection leaves a quiet but persistent emptiness in him, one that drives his relentless search across the centuries. Everything changes when Blue senses the unmistakable pull of a bond in a small town high school. There, he finds Mason Carter—his mate. However, the discovery comes with an immediate and troubling complication: Mason is only thirteen years old. Unwilling to interfere in Mason’s life too soon, Blue chooses to remain in the shadows. For years, he watches over him from a distance, ensuring his safety while suppressing his own desire to step in. As time passes, Blue becomes intimately aware of Mason’s life—his quiet nature, his insecurities, and the emotional damage inflicted by those around him. Mason grows up in an environment devoid of support. At school, his best friend Caleb slowly destroys his confidence, reinforcing feelings of worthlessness and shame, particularly surrounding his sexuality. At home, Mason faces emotional neglect and a lack of acceptance, leaving him isolated and vulnerable. Over time, the weight of these experiences erodes his self-worth. By the time Mason turns eighteen, Blue is still holding himself back, determined to respect the boundaries he set. However, Mason’s situation worsens. His internal struggles deepen, and his belief that he is unlovable becomes firmly rooted. The turning point comes when Mason gathers the courage to confess his feelings to Caleb, only to be cruelly rejected and humiliated. Witnessing this breaks the last of Blue’s restraint. The years of watching, waiting, and enduring Mason’s suffering become unbearable. Driven by both love and long-suppressed possessiveness, Blue finally steps out of the shadows. He inserts himself into Mason’s life, determined to protect him, support him, and undo the damage that has been done. As Blue claims his place beside his mate, he also sets his sights on those who hurt him. What begins as protection quickly blurs into something darker, as Blue’s centuries of patience give way to a more ruthless side. Those who contributed to Mason’s pain must now face the consequences.
TellyD · 106.4k Views