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Soul Wars

~~{ WSA Beginners Entry 2025}~~ After a disagreement with his brother, Ahriman left the house and headed toward his sister Sugar’s apartment. However, he never made it there. The taxi he was in got into a serious accident with a carrier truck, landing him in the hospital. The doctors, still baffled, called it a miracle that he had survived—but that wasn’t the only strange thing. Before waking up in the hospital, Ahriman had a vivid and bizarre dream. He saw strange, almost unreal things. When he finally came to, he noticed the doctors acting oddly, and even he himself felt different—like something was off. Yet, due to his detached personality, which led him to ignore anything that didn’t directly cause problems in his life, he chose to brush it off and be grateful for his second chance at life. But fate had other plans. That very night, Ahriman started experiencing vivid nightmares. He saw eerily realistic places—places that seemed real, yet were inhabited by grotesque, shadowy creatures. Strangely enough, they ignored him entirely. But what disturbed him even more was waking up in the morning feeling completely unrested, as if he hadn’t slept at all. Even after recovering from his accident, the cycle of dreams persisted, gradually wearing him down. His sleep deprivation became apparent in his body, yet he had no choice but to continue his daily routine—attending college, working his part-time job, and simply trying to function despite his exhaustion. Then, something even stranger happened. In one of his vivid dreams, he encountered a human woman—something that had never happened before. Before he could make sense of it, the dream abruptly ended. His alarm woke him up. I heard it faintly at first—a soft ding-dong cutting through the silence. As it grew louder, the metallic chime seemed to vibrate in my chest, lingering in the still air and pulling my attention toward it. My hands moved involuntarily, silencing the sound. I felt groggy. My body was heavy, my mind still hazy, lingering with a soft, rhythmic thumping. It was already eight-thirty—exactly when I had set my alarm—but I didn’t feel like getting up. Without opening my eyes, I considered sleeping a little longer. Why does my body feel so heavy? And what is this soft thing lying on top of me? Suddenly, memories rushed back into my mind. My eyes shot open. The familiar white-painted ceiling came into view. My room. I exhaled deeply in relief. The dream I had today… It was terrifying in so many ways. The more I thought about it, the more a strange feeling crept up on me. I couldn’t explain it, but— “I feel like beating the shit out of someone,” I muttered. As I stared blankly at the ceiling, a soft, fair hand suddenly touched my face. A hand? Slowly, I moved my gaze downward. “Huh—Haah!” Before I knew it, the words slipped from my mouth. Lying near my stomach, as if peacefully asleep, was the mysterious masked woman. But maybe it was just a hallucination. Because in the very next moment—she vanished. From that day forward, his condition worsened. His nightmares didn’t just haunt his sleep anymore—they began bleeding into his waking reality. His already confused, exhausted mind started to crack under the pressure, pushing him closer to the edge. Until, a week later, she appeared before him again—this time, undeniably real."
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PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,
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