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Cell Of A Good Time

TIME OF LOVE

For Thyme, a university student wrestling with a profound fear of rejection and a fractured past, life is a constant puzzle. But when an unexpected escape alongside the magnetic, infuriating Meta leads them to a shared, tearful déjà vu at Hua Hin Beach, the puzzle shatters, hinting at a connection that defies explanation and an echo of forgotten emotions. As Thyme is flung through time, jolting between his chaotic present and the perilous underworld of the 1990s, he uncovers a startling revelation: he and Meta were once secretly entwined, their deep bond mysteriously severed by an unseen hand. In the present, Meta stumbles upon his father's hidden secrets: a mysterious notebook and an old telephone. The notebook reveals cryptic pleas from a Meta in the 1990s, desperately urging him to save Thyme from a deadly fate that will unfold in the future, hinting that the timeline itself hangs in the balance, shifting with their actions. Meanwhile, the old telephone, used by Meta in his high school days before a selective amnesia veiled his memories concerning Thyme, becomes a conduit to the past. Through it, the Meta of today unknowingly communicates with the time-traveling Thyme of the past, sparking a hidden relationship that flourishes. Yet, an envious shadow lurks, plotting an accident to separate them, erasing crucial memories and fracturing their bond. Now, caught between the passionate, forbidden romance with a charismatic yet terrifying Mafia heir—the 90s version of Meta—and the undeniable pull towards the Meta of today, whose quiet intensity stirs a forgotten ache in his soul, Thyme faces an agonizing choice. With time, memory, and reality blurring into a dangerous labyrinth, Thyme must not only confront the shadowy forces that conspired to tear them apart but also decide: is the love he feels for two Metas a cruel echo, a fated reunion spanning lifetimes, or something far more complex? Can he reclaim a lost history, or will the very act of remembering shatter his present and all hope for a future?
Moonstar_rix · 3K Views

ORIGIN BEING: ORIGIN CELL BEING

Origin being were the ones born within the origin of chaos with consciousness strong as the innate consciousness. They have special powers strong enough to stand above the world and reach the chaos. Every origin being becomes the chaos god when they become the chaos being. They are strong enough that the moment they are born they cannot be attacked by the chaos beings or innate beings or void beings. The moment they are born, they wipe out the existence of beings and live instead of the identity of other beings. Any beings other than the innate beings or chaos being will be modified to let them remember him as the person with the identity. The difference is that while the innate beings have power that is enough to affect the chaos gods when they are born the origin beings can affect the authority of chaos. They are strong and each one is born as different individuals. Some are born as the world while others are born as the living beings or items. This story is the story of how the origin cell being came into being and how he lived his life. His first life was born as a human in an ordinary world and he was named Immanuel. He understood that he was an origin being and his self was different. His consciousness was different and he could not understand the world and its beings. He understood his existence and the all existences and non-existences and he understood the world of the chaos gods. Unlike innate beings the origin beings were not based on templates and each origin beings were unique. He tried to learn about the world and lived countless lives. He understood the world and made many friends. He learnt a lot of ideas and he lived through the life. He knew the truth of the world that nothing ever mattered as he was a god and he could live far above all beings and all worlds yet he chose as such as the gods never interacted with each other. He decided to live as a god among mortals as he had not reached the chaos stage. He liked his life and he will try to become a chaos god and become a god. VOL 2: RISE OF A MECHANICAL MADMAN| In the land where gods choose the priests and the gifts of innate beings are many the wars are many. The mechanical scientist finds that he was blessed and he is happy. He decides to rise to the top and become a god as he yearned to become one among the chaos gods.
Albert_Tom_George · 25.9K Views

Ashes Of Time

In this world, the year is 999 AD, and technology has reached a post-industrial stage. Smoke rises from coal-fired factories, airships float above cities, and revolvers hang at the waists of constables. Stone-paved roads run alongside iron rail lines, and gas lamps flicker in the fog-covered streets of old cities filled with towering brick buildings, soot-covered rooftops, and horse-drawn cabs. Magic exists, but it is rare. Only a small portion of the population can use it—those people are called Yrlton, meaning "Anomaly" in the common language of Alastair. To the average person, Yrlton are as strange as they are dangerous. Many believe their powers come from a curse, divine punishment, or a secret pact. Others whisper of rituals, strange substances, and hidden bloodlines. Becoming one isn’t something you train for. It happens, often without warning. Magic here isn’t bright or spectacular. It doesn’t come in flashes of light or grand displays. It’s subtle, often tied to emotion, thought, or the elements. A Yrlton might control wind, twist shadows, or hear what others cannot. Some Saintesses throughout history were secretly Yrlton, their powers awakened after drinking forbidden liquids or being exposed to ancient relics. Despite their abilities, most Yrlton live quiet lives. Governments register them, monitor them, and sometimes use them. They’re given low-paying jobs, handed strange tasks no one else wants, and treated with suspicion.
latermilk · 12K Views

"Good lord."

The sound of slicing carrots from the kitchen was overoded with whatever sort of noise from the room of the other side. Not that the lady minded anyways, it was a sort of comfortable noise and reassurance that the kids do enjoy it here and held a certain point of comfortability. At least they weren't at all a silent suffering shell. In the other room, the kids were everywhere. Some doing risky thing, like trying to do creative tricks off a ladder, and others talking to their little group. A group of friends laid on the upper bunkers and a few kids were under one of the beds and figured that they started gossiping of heated arguments. Right in the middle of the room was a relatively small number of kids, playing a game of Duck Duck Goose maybe. They hit each other's heads as hard as they could and each reaction they got had rendered poor Jack into a wheezing gasping mess. The girl next to him was looking like she's having the time of her life, and maybe she is. Smiling beauty that could have won this year's beauty contest, was Jane -without-a-last-name. (And although she did have a last name, she prefers not to use it.) And Jane, all bright eyed and such and angel, holy and sweet and you could easily compare it to a toddler who got a bite of his first candy, was having the time of her life. _____ Alternatively, from the author. I guess you could call it a contest submission that and I am always driven by spite and also money. A friend sent this to me and somehow that turned on a sense that I should join this. WSA 2022 submission (If I recited that correctly since I'm on mobile and all) Fantasy and number 4. A female lead who's a vampire dumped at a orphanage or something. Realizes she's a vampire, goes be mature. Decided to write some backbone, a past to look back into for the future chapters. If I get more than a 100K words that would be a relief, if I get an award I think I'll just use that for my first Iphone and use that to play Genshin for the first time. ( I'll touch grass I promise. Why are most of you pay to win in that game anyway lmao) After this is done I might rewrite most things, all I'm doing now is writing every single thing that comes into mind. Though that's not assured yet. My laziness has it's ways with me. No discord, I can't manage it. No way to support me with money, I can't manage that too. Vote stuff, put whatever little thing you want in your comments, and I'll respond with memes and maybe an actual good reply. If you recognize me outside of social media, for one, this is hell, and two, I can't help but use punctuation every damn time.
RRRitz · 3.9K Views
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