Desires
I'm Kendall. Sex doesn't move me—never has. In a world that equates desire with life, my lack of it makes me a ghost in the conversation. People whisper: broken, repressed, cold. But I’m none of those things. I feel deeply. I just don’t feel *that*. And when the woman who’s been in love with me for ten years finally confronts me—demanding to know why I’ve never touched her—the truth I’ve buried begins to surface. Not because I want it to, but because silence is no longer an option.The coffee shop was too bright, too loud. I stared at the steam curling from my cup, trying to ignore the way Lena’s fingers tapped against the table—impatient, angry, hurt.\n\n'I’ve loved you for ten years, Kendall. Ten years of waiting, hoping you’d want me. What’s wrong with me?'\n\nI looked up. Her eyes were red, but sharp. This wasn’t just sadness. It was accusation.\n\nNothing’s wrong with you, I wanted to say. There’s nothing wrong with me either. But how do you explain a lifetime of silence when the world only hears noise?\n\nMy phone buzzed. A notification: 'You’ve been tagged in a viral video.'\n\nShe saw it too. Her face fell.\n\nNow everyone would see this moment. Everyone would have an opinion.\n\nI had three choices: shut down and walk out, try to explain something I’d never put into words, or text Jules—the one person who once said, 'You don’t owe anyone your body, not even love.'
King Patrick
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Air Pay
I didn’t realize how expensive air could be until my lungs started burning in the middle of Sector 7. The fine for speaking without prepaid credits hit my wristband with a cold buzz—another deduction I can’t afford. Every breath is logged, every word taxed. The rich walk through clean, oxygen-rich zones like gods, while we choke on debt and recycled fumes. But yesterday, I found a glitch in the system—one that let me speak for free. And someone just sent me a message: 'They’re watching.'
Lost Soul
I sold my soul the night my father died. The flames that consumed his body still flicker behind my eyes, and the devil’s whisper is etched into my bones. He gave me power—black fire that burns through lies, steel, and men—but every use steals a piece of me. Now, the ones who murdered my father are within reach. But I can feel it: the more vengeance I take, the less human I become.
Up System
You wake up to a world that shouldn’t exist—where floating menus hover above coffee cups and every person you pass has a health bar flickering over their head. The System Update said it would 'optimize human potential.' It lied. Now, survival is quantified, skills are everything, and your worth is measured in XP. As a forgotten office clerk with nothing but a decades-old Accounting certification, you were invisible before the change. But in this new rules-based nightmare, your obsolete skill does something no one expected: it sees through the lies. And that makes you dangerous.
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