Squished

The universe, as we knew it, met a rather undignified end. Not with a whimper, but with the Big Crunch—a cosmic act of divine indigestion that squashed everything back into a primordial, infinitely dense point. From the perspective of Old Man Quasar, a perpetually cynical black hole who relished the ultimate cosmic punchline, to Bartholomew, a ridiculously self-important red giant who absolutely refused to believe it was happening, the universe’s grand finale was, predictably, a complete chaotic mess. But out of that monumental squish, something entirely unexpected happened: a reborn world. This is the story of that rebirth, narrated by the same jaded, gossiping, and perpetually annoyed cosmic entities who witnessed the original cosmic burp and humanity's baffling rise. As the new universe (or perhaps, a vastly condensed, recycled version) begins its peculiar expansion, our celestial observers find themselves grappling with familiar, yet strangely altered, elements. And at the heart of this reborn cosmos lies a familiar blue-green planet, seemingly recreated from the cosmic dust of its former self, with echoes of its most peculiar inhabitants—the carbon-based pests known as humans. "A WORLD REBORN" is a side-splitting, irreverent journey through cosmic cycles, where the universe's most profound collapses lead to its most absurd beginnings. Will this new world, and its potential new inhabitants, learn from the past? Or are they doomed to repeat the same petty squabbles and digital distractions, all while the celestial choir watches on, placing bets on when the next "Big Burp" (or crunch) will inevitably occur? Prepare for a hilarious, existential roller-coaster through the cycles of creation and destruction, where even the end is just another beginning for cosmic chuckles.

Warning, no one under 17 read, it will contain bloody and gore. ---- "Ahhh! It's a monster!!" "Don't go near it, it will kill you." "What should we do!? It looked at me!" People look at me like I'm something gross. I didn't want to become like this... I wanted to be normal too. "Die!!" When I walk on the street, rocks fly at me. "You're gross, stay away!" When they see my face, they run away. "Go away!" Mean looks are always pointed at me. I went into the house to get away from them. "Get out right now!" That person's blue eyes and my eyes used to be the same color. I really hate my silver eyes that changed color. "You monster!!" "I should never have had you!!" A face that looks just like mine. Not long ago, the words from this person's mouth were kind and gentle... Everything changed completely from that day. I get hit and kicked. Maybe it was wrong for me to be born. ────── ──────── ────────── "I'm [******]. Nice to meet you" "Your name from today is '[*******].'" The short man looked at me with warm eyes. "Nice to meet you, '[******].' From today we're best friends!" "Me? I'm [[*******].]." The boy with blue hair is my first friend. "You are my son." "You're not alone anymore, okay?" The woman with kind eyes gives me warmth. "Oh, so you're his best friend! Then I'm your best friend too!!" "Let's go, '[[*******].]'! There's a really cool place over here!" The boy with red eyes is my second friend. ────── ──────── ────────── Blood... blood... blood. A red pool. The cold body of the red-haired boy. The boy's red eyes, open wide and blank. Next to him, standing and smiling evilly—a demon. ────── ──────── ────────── Dead bodies, dead bodies... dead bodies. When I woke up, there were piles of dead bodies all around. And a dark red sea of blood with blue in it. Squish... Something sticky and awful on my hands. When I looked, my hands and body were covered in dark red blood. ──── ──────────

Imagine dying while trying to be a hero and waking up as… an atom. Yeah, that’s pretty much the worst. Our shut-in Japanese teen never wanted much — just more snacks, less people, and a comfy room. But nope, fate said “Surprise! You’re now a microscopic dot drifting in a magical river, with a snarky system named Seek yelling in your head.” No body. No muscles. No cool powers (yet). Just an endless hunger to absorb stuff, level up, and maybe accidentally start building a kingdom. Can a nobody who’s basically cosmic dust survive a world full of monsters, magic, and people who definitely won’t notice him? Spoiler: He’s got a system, a questionable attitude, and zero chill. Follow the slow and messy journey of an atom who’s trying to eat his way from zero to hero—while mostly just hoping he doesn’t get squished.

Mani had a lot of secrets. Hiding in his office, he pretended to be someone he was not until his safe space disappeared in a day. Coworkers that he ignored for years pulled him along to participate in saving their world. None of them knew what they were doing, yet they marched forward together. Once out of his shell Mani stepped into the greatest adventure of his life. (Included: mature topics of young adults self discovery, middle age identity crisis, and senior citizen moonshine addiction. Consider yourself warned.) *** Mani swirled pink liquid in his cup "This is called a moonshine right? Moonshine.. it should not make us blind right?" he drank it while still pondering pros and cons of drinking it in their current situation. "Well, did not make me blind," Yax offered his expert opinion "and I've been pilfering it from my dad since like.." he really could not remember, seemed like forever already. He reached to get another bottle and tumbled all the empty ones to the ground. Cid pulled him back by his shoulder "Sit down, I'll do it." he refilled Yax's cup on the right and Mani's cup on the left, then filled his own in the middle. With closed eyes, he enjoyed strawberry aroma wafting up from this holy drink. Mani bravely emptied his cup "Did we really saw it back there" he whispered from left "it was so much bigger than.." he trailed off in search of proper example. "Yep, we saw it" Yax's answer came from the right "it was absolutely huge." Mani leaned over Cindy and looked at Yax seriously "Do you think we will need magic to move it?" He did bring along his beads. Yax also leaned over to give his most serious answer "Naah, it should have an engine somewhere in there to move it. I heard" he looked around carefully and whispered so only Mani could hear "my dad said it's technology so ancient that it was sealed away, to keep it safe. It's better than magic." At the other side of their campfire, Ivory huffed while trying to snatch last bottle of holy moonshine from Jone who gently pushed him back while seriously stating "All technology at certain point starts resembling magic to those who do not understand it." "Hear, hear" Blaze confirmed from his spot on the ground with one hand waving up and showing a peace sign for some reason. Next to him, twins were out and snoring already. Mani pursed his lips and looked up into the sky. He could not see any real moonshine, leaves blocked the sky, but it should still be up there somewhere. He still hoped to get some magic, it would be awesome to get some real superpowers. He hiccuped, while leaning on Cindy next to him. Well, he kinda did have some already, or those do not count? Yax leaned fully on Cid, snuggling. He had to admit some parts were rather mystical. Like this holy potion. Or Mani. Mani was most definitely something magical. But he is not going to say it. And no one can know what he thinks to himself. He grinned, satisfied by himself and his skill to keep secrets. Squished between two drunks, Cid rolled his eyes, there goes Yax, spilling the beans to whoever wants to listen his 'secret thoughts'. Not like anyone was sober enough to pay any attention. "Time to end this party." Cid said while standing up and dragging Yax towards the tent he shared with Ivory. "Tomorrow is another day where we have to rise up and do our best to save the world." Even though he knew that all they were saving is themselves. And their friends. Well, that is his whole world, really. The forest was silent, darkness was endless, beasts were hiding. With closed eyes and half asleep, Blaze was sure that he can hear gods above laughing, louder and louder from that abyss they call home. ...___...

"Fear is the unknown. The uncertainty of what lies ahead, the dark spaces where shadows dance and whispers linger. For me, fear wasn’t death or failure—it was the echo of a life left behind and a new one uncertain and slippery. Reborn as a slime, I became the lowest of the low, the first target of every adventurer’s blade. Funny thing, though: it’s not the fear of being squished that keeps me up at night. It’s not knowing why I’m here or what I’m supposed to do. When a desperate escape led me to stumble upon a dead demon, everything changed. Absorbing its essence granted me abilities I barely understand, powers that came with strings attached. Now, people beg me to full-fill their dark, twisted wishes—each one revealing the depths of human greed and the cost of power. But here’s the kicker: I’m not even a real demon. And every wish brings me closer to a purpose I can’t quite grasp, yet further from the simple survival I once craved. In a world where every action is a gamble and every choice a potential disaster, my only option is to keep moving forward. After all, what’s life—slimy or otherwise—without a little uncertainty?"

Ezra Val was a successful young werewolf who excelled in everything he did, Except one thing. Dating. He could not hold his girlfriend even for ten days! And it was all thanks to an annoying person in his life named Rio Velveta. he had been a cancerous existence in his life that would steal his girlfriends at every chance he got. At one point Ezra lost his cool. He decided to seek revenge. Ezra carefully curated a well-sought-out plan to somehow hurt the man and break him down once and for all. But he faced a small problem. That maggot-like person named Rio, ended up being his mate. This threw him off course for a bit. Ezra was forced to accept that this person was his one true mate. but even now he held the past grudge in his heart. His revenge plan continued. albeit with a slight change. This time he decided to personally squish the man’s heart after making him a lovesick puppy. Rio Velveta was going down!

It was supposed to be a simple, innocent hug of a boy offering comfort to his distressed best friend. But somehow, I found myself astride Ash’s thighs, with his arms firmly wrapped around my body and his face squished against the curve of my bare shoulder. I could feel the moment he started to nose at the expanse of my throat, it had only taken a tiny brush of his nose against my skin to make me tremble against him and I instinctively tightened my hold around his broad shoulders as a small whimper slipped out before I could think. It must have been a mistake, I said to myself, but then he did it again, and again– his hot breaths fanning against my sensitive scent gland along with each firmer drags of his nose. _____ Andy Draco is a gay, nineteen year old Omega with a little bit of warlock magic in him, who can't seem to choose between friendship and lust. Andy is best friend and roommate to Alpha Ashton who is straight or at least believes he is. One moment of heat blinded by lust leads to a night that couldn't be erased from both their lives. With their friendship at stake and Andy's sudden unleashed powers and never before seen enemies, will Ashton come to realize his feelings or will he let the most important person in his life leave his life and the world?

A bunch of short stories for/not for the heart _Some end Happy _Some end sad ~I would have made it so each title could be it's own book; but that would be to many 1 chapter books so I will squish them all on here, Like I said before. I ONLY WRITE SHORT STORIES: THEREFORE EACH CHAPTER WILL BE A DIFFERENT STORY WITH DIFFERENT PEOPLE. EACH TITLE WILL BE A NEW STORY. A STORY WITH MORE THEN ONE CHAPTER WILL HAVE NUMBERS IN PARENTHESIS AFTER THE TITLE. There is no specific update day - I update when I wanna. Each story may/may not have a plot. *Target: Everyone *Genre: A bunch of diffrent types/ Mostly Romance Fiction <3~If I get enough comments that I should actually write a full chapter book then I just might.

●Laila: Ayyee.. won't you buy me a drink? ●Bruce: Looks angrily... ●John the drunk friend: Let me squeeze the drink out of your apples. ●Sam: Wines don't come from apples you moron.. they are produced from squishing the grapes- the ripe ones! All the bizarre incidents imaginable of call girls. If you like hot stuff with a story- this is definitely it. CALL GIRL further containins a spicy 18+ story which includs clowns, unequal friendship, police, violence and other abrupt incidents.

Thomas Lanier is just your average highschool nerd, he plays Crypts and creatures with his friends over the weekend and spends his week nights surfing the web and tinkering in his garage. After his father gave him an old necklace he started having strange 'dreams' and one day he stops his classmate from squishing a strange beetle just to have it fly and land on his head. He takes the bug to a window to set it free, but as the day progresses things get weird, someone filled his locker with silverfish, P.E. was cancelled due to a swarm of yellow jackets attacking the coach during laps, and a stink bug flew directly into the schools star quarter backs mouth when he was trash talking about Tom and his friends, but when he comes home to find a spider web with his name written out and a writer spider sitting just below in what seemed like a bowing position... "this is getting creepy".

Ethan's journey to Isekai stardom begins not with Truck-kun or tragic backstory, but with a cosmic oopsie from the man upstairs! Picture God juggling galaxies and accidentally squishing Ethan like a bug. Oops. Feeling guilty (as any deity would), God offers Ethan a cosmic "my bad" by reincarnating him into a fantasy world. But there's a twist - Ethan's now armed with the ultimate otaku upgrade: a system straight out of his favorite light novel! With God's divine apology and a not-so-glitchy system in tow, Ethan dives headfirst into his fantasy adventure. From epic battles to taming monsters

Carroll Carbonell Jr., your average Overseas Filipino Worker died through being lovingly squished by pieces of modern industrialization. Other than being a pancake at the end of his past life, his day to day had been average and mundane, but now with this new life as a commoner in a fictional historical fantasy setting that his sister had ranted so much about, it's not really that different either. Gathering that it shouldn't be that different now that he was born as a woman right? Then again, why are all these priveledged rich bastards won't leave him, her(?), alone. Please, just leave her alone and let her live her commoner life in peace!

He began to press light kisses against my neck as my breast squished against his chest. I felt hot as a light pool of wetness filled my pants. What was wrong with me? Never had such a thing happened to me before but in this moment I was ready to explore it all. He lifted his other hand caressing my breast through the fabric of my shirt. Our lips grazed each others but he did not dare press it together. His heated gaze had me feeling a type of way, a soft moan escaped my lips causing him to smile gently. Aliyah Brown is just a shy girl attending her first year of college. Living in the big apple with her single mother and little brother she vowed to make something of herself. She dreamed of becoming a writer with her books displayed on bookshelves. She never expected to meet the Bangladesh student Aabir Chakmi. He was a dancer that at first glance was handsome in every way. What happens when he takes her hand and sweeps her off her feet on the 7th train platform? Love begins like no other.

WARNING: I am not gonna finish this story. I don't like the way I've been writing it so I'm gonna scrap this novel and come up with a fantasy novel with a 3rd person perspective with an intangible narrator. AGAIN WARNING: This is an unfinished story with no satisfying ending and I don't plan to write one for the foreseeable future. Maybe once I gain more writing experience I'll attempt this story again with a rewrite. Paul Stewart has been haunted by a traumatic event where his best friend Locke committed suicide deep within a forest south east of Eaton Rapids Michigan causing a trauma based amnesia. Now finding himself lost in a silent forest where no bugs roam, the only sounds you hear are the crunching of dead branches and the squishing of dead foliage. He must find a way to escape this twisted place or become altered within the Forest Of Madness. One thing to keep in mind with this story. I am still trying to find my own writing style and I am extremely rusty with my writing, the last time I recreationally wrote was 2 years ago and I have not written anything or practice writing anything since then so this is probably gonna suck for awhile but I hope to get better.