Tag "Unreliable narrator" - Works and Original stories

Glases, herbs and one by one shoured swears..that's how Jakov has been spending the day at the spirit table, trying to invoke another departed. “Ruf, you should know where hi's soul!” displeasedly shouts Yakov, throwing books out of table. The girl's spirit wasn't in the least encouraging. “I don’t know, Jakov, I don’t know! I don't see him after a death! ” she fold her arms over the chest. “ I'm just as worried as you are... Where can he be? ” Meanwhile, a ginger cat is simply wagging

Where should I begin? Does this experiment even have a beginning? It appeared long before ideas were formed into words, and those, in turn, were transformed into lines of endless code, which then evolved into—... I suppose it's not that hard to guess what happened next. The Stanley Parable happened.

As a writer, Moominpappa's relationship with reality and truth is complex. Well, that is true not for writers only.

Pregnancy hormones can sometimes override logic

Alessandra Reinhardt, a highly-trained Italian field agent of Legio, arrives in Virtue City, the superhero capital of North America, in search of her missing brother, Markus. Trained since birth in hand-to-hand combat, marksmanship, and rapid combat assessment among other things, Sandra thinks she has what it takes to find a hardened rogue agent. What she doesn't know is that Virtue City itself will test her resolve, her ideals, and what it means to be a hero...

Ominis Gaunt does his job piously, even though he doesn't like it. But someone has to do it. Besides, it has its advantages.

Societally binding chains. All people have their own. For Arashi, his chains are his gender identity. Thrown out at the age of nine, he's lived on the streets of his small village. With few belongings and practically unable to see, he's forced to move to Tokyo after accidentally pushing a man down on the ground. His new guardian has to be planning something, trying to get him in further trouble; warmth has to be fake. It only becomes deeper when he finds a castle where his school should be...

Where should I begin? Does this experiment even have a beginning? It appeared long before ideas were formed into words, and those, in turn, were transformed into lines of endless code, which then evolved into—... I suppose it's not that hard to guess what happened next. The Stanley Parable happened.

After destroying of his Horcruxes, Voldemort decides to make a truce with the Ministry and the Order of the Phoenix. Harry Potter has to take a very active part in this, although as usual no one asks him.

Harry forced to leave school during the Christmas holidays because Sirius Black sneaked into the castle. He was sure it wouldn’t end well.

Glases, herbs and one by one shoured swears..that's how Jakov has been spending the day at the spirit table, trying to invoke another departed. “Ruf, you should know where hi's soul!” displeasedly shouts Yakov, throwing books out of table. The girl's spirit wasn't in the least encouraging. “I don’t know, Jakov, I don’t know! I don't see him after a death! ” she fold her arms over the chest. “ I'm just as worried as you are... Where can he be? ” Meanwhile, a ginger cat is simply wagging

Well, what are you turning to again? What didn't you like about your to-do list? or do you intend to go crazy in this way?..

Brief and instructive poems about why, how and for what reasons you don’t need to be a ficwriter (that is, the person who writes fan fiction). Well, let's get closer to the point, because it won't keep you waiting...

— Listen, Jin-yi, why do you call me Bunny? Is it because of Leebit? Minho finally spoke and opened his eyes. The event of the century. — No, not because of him... It's just that you want to fuck as often as hares during the mating season... — Hwang has a habit of talking and then thinking.

Night City is the city of dreams. It knows the dreams of all its residents, young and old. It knows even the craziest dreams, and even those tucked away in Watson, in a dim basement of one humble ripperdoc.

Waking up one day in the middle of a huge dark warehouse, Dima Zheltukhin realizes that he does not understand anything. But he will understand. Not everything and not immediately, but he will understand. And it would be better if he didn’t delve into it, but who cares? Right?

Two friends on their way home from school are hit by a car and are on the verge of death. While remaining in the hospital, in a coma, their minds come up with some kind of salvation for themselves, transporting them to the world of their favorite video game, invented based on recent events. The two of them will have to reach the end together, following all the rules of Teyvat and meeting old friends. Or will they do it not just the themselves?

"Press any key to get a little bit of drama in your life" I constantly have nightmares. In these... dreams, my friends always die. And then it's my turn. Every day I wake up in a cold sweat. Permanent fatigue, lack of sleep, insomnia, migraines. Medicines don't help. What happened with me? Constant feeling that someone is watching me. Now I'm also paranoid. Every day it gets worse and worse. I won't last long. ...Feeling of approaching death. If this continues, I will simply go crazy.

Daniel runs away from home and is supposed to start living with his sister. She isn't there, but something else is. About the becoming of some avatars and the continued existence of others. (cross-posted on ao3)

He doesn’t remember when business meetings gradually began to turn into these walks that filled all his free time. He doesn't remember when the villain became a target for information, which is a big thing. Japan becomes a little warmer next to him. Hawks is ready to swear that he didn't give even a hint of hope for closeness, but he is taking the first step himself. And now, it seems, after this winter walk, the snow between them is melting in every possible way.

◆ Mages, covered by their blood-stained banners from the clear sky, did not expect to see the blinding flash of the Lodestar right above their heads, but the world was plunged back into darkness as its light turned scarlet. ◆ The young guy's colorful adventures came to an end as abruptly as they had begun. Caught in a vicious cycle of war and loss, the mage decides to seek help from an ambiguous historical figure, with equally ambiguous consequences for the lives of many thousands of mages.