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I Survived The Black Death

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 44.5K Views

I became Death

I wake up in this blinding white space — typical Heaven aesthetic — and there’s God, sitting on a cloud like He’s been waiting for me all along. I expected harps, angels, the whole “Welcome to Paradise” deal. Instead, He looks at me and says, straight-faced: “Death retired.” I blink. “Excuse me… what?” “The Grim Reaper, the entity of death? Yep. Retired. Bought a beach house in another dimension. You’ve been chosen to replace them.” At this point, I think I’m hallucinating — bread still stuck in my throat or something. But no, it’s real. I’m now the new Death. And not the spooky skeleton with a scythe — no, I’m basically unreasonably powerful. the Death? Cloak, scythe, creepy skeleton vibe?” "Yeah, but that image's outdated. I have to walk across different worlds — real life, movies, games, comics, anime — all of it. And here’s the kicker: my power? Way too unstable. I don’t just shake someone’s hand and they drop dead — that’d be boring. It’s worse… my thoughts alone can vaporize people. Think “Oops, that guy’s annoying” — poof, he’s gone. Accidentally, imagine blowing up a planet? Say goodbye to that solar system. God leans in, still smiling like this is all normal: “Don’t worry, your mind will need training… lots of it. But you’ll get the hang of it. Also, yes… you can still have friends, relationships… maybe even fall in love.” I stare at Him like He’s insane. “With these powers? You sure?”
DanielBR · 15K Views

THE BLACK AGE

Genre: Dark Fantasy / Supernatural Thriller Tone: Gothic, Introspective, Violent, Mysterious Setting: A fractured world where the mystical and mortal coexist in a fragile truce, post-cataclysm. Centuries ago, a celestial event known as “The Rift” opened a gateway between the mortal realm and the Veil—a dimension of raw magic and forgotten horrors. In its wake, humans mutated, evolved, and interbred with supernatural creatures. In a crumbling world where ancient pacts once kept order between vampires, werewolves, witches, revenants, and other mystical beings, those fragile lines are shattering. The Age of Balance is gone. Now, a deeper darkness stirs beneath the surface—a forgotten power long buried is clawing its way back into reality. The story follows Aeron Vale, a revenant with fragmented memories; Elara Nyxis, the last scion of a powerful witch bloodline with ties to a realm of dream and prophecy; and Riven, a half-werewolf, half-something-else hybrid whose true nature is barely restrained. Together, they become entangled in a rising war between factions: The Crimson Conclave (they are a collection of ancient vampire lineages that once formed the ruling elite during the last age of balance). The Pale Synod’s Ember Paladins (holy warriors hunting down the corrupted). The Eclipsed Moon Order (a cult-like faction dedicated to lunar mysticism). The Hollowed, whose godlike patron seeks rebirth. The Faeblood Courts, eerie, ancient, and politically manipulative. Themes & Twists: Memory vs. Identity: Can you trust who you are if your memories are lies? Cycle of Betrayal: History repeats—unless someone chooses to break the loop. Moral Ambiguity: No faction is purely good or evil; survival has twisted all of them. Reality vs. Illusion: Faeblood magic distorts time and memory—what the reader believes is real may not be.
FranklynBoateng · 14.8K Views
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