Splitreality Stories

Andreas's hand finds my face, his thumb brushing just under my bottom lip. It's careful, but there's a tremble in it-like he's holding something back. "Angelina..." he breathes. His voice is low, rough with something that feels like need. His fingers trail down my neck, and the warmth of his touch sends a chill down my spine. He looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters-like losing me would break him. And for a second, I almost forget. Almost give in. But someone else lingers in the back of my mind. Someone who doesn't reach for me. Who never has. He watches. Listens. Always calm, always quiet. Like nothing touches him. But I've touched him. And even now, I remember how his eyes didn't trust me but his body eased at my touch. He never asked for anything. And yet somehow, without a word, he's the one I can't stop thinking about. ------- She calls it narcolepsy. But it's far from that. Narcolepsy can be explained. Treated. Managed. Madeleine's condition? There's no logic, no cure. A privileged girl with a future already planned for her. A girl barely scraping by, invisible to most, clinging to routine to survive. Opposites in every way-yet somehow, the same girl? How can a girl like that live a normal life? Two lives. Two worlds. And two hearts pulling her in opposite directions. Which world is the dream? And which boy is worth waking up for? At its heart, this is a story of two romances tied together by a single mind. A messy love triangle brought to life by a mysterious sleep condition. A story where the girl could have them both, after all, her two lives never cross right? -A love triangle with a twist- -Beginning stages, please comment if there's any inconsistency-

Two realities-- one dark, and one light. Three killers-- one walks by day, and two stalk the night. Can you survive against the elements, enemies from the outside, and those from within? A command roleplay game based on the book PEBBLESCAR'S REALITY. ×+× idea, code, & cover by ember inspired by @UnitedWarriors

"Do I summon the courage to leap into the unknown, sacrificing myself to preserve the valley's illumination, or do I resign to the shadows, witnessing its gradual descent into darkness?"

Alya is 15 years old, which means she is finally old enough and strong enough to attend Rift Crest School. Rift Crest is a 6-year school that prepares kids like her to eventually cross the rift and find themselves home in Harmonia once again, where everything is supposed to be perfect. However, when she gets there, Harmonia isn't exactly the place she was expecting, and its in danger of no longer being a safe haven for people like her.

In a school where marks can be bought and silence is safer than truth, Aarav steps in as just another face in the crowd-until the cracks begin to show. A quiet observer with questions no one wants answered, he finds himself caught between friendships that feel like home and systems that feel like traps. As secrets blur the lines between right and easy, Aarav learns that growing up isn't about finding your voice-it's about deciding when to use it. This is a story of resistance in the most unlikely places: in classrooms, in corridors, in conversations that could cost everything. And in the middle of it all-a boy who didn't come to be a hero. But some stories choose you anyway.