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An Abnormal Clown

Year 2035, Humanity fall with the suddenly fall with the sudden emergance of Gates all around, connecting Earth with the Null World. Humanity tried it's best to fight back but the Nine horrors of null world were too much for Humans as they lost earth to null monsters before they went into hiding in Specially made cities during the 5 year long war. 100 years later, on the Flying City, Pegasus, an unusual murder take place. . . . "Happy birthday, Aura." I muttered, just loud enough for no one to hear except me. Then came that voice again. Whispering in my mind like it always do, "You don't belong here." It said in my mind as I smirked without opening my eyes. "I know," I said back to in my mind, "and neither do they." I said looking at each and everyone here... That's right. I didn't come to mourn either for my parents death. I came to watch the masks that can fall one day, how these people changes. Because they would. They always do. Oh, and I came here to celebrate too, after all, it's my birthday, they best one as far as I could remember over the last decade, if I have to say so. After all, i might be the happiest person on earth right now, because the one who killed my parents, was Me. . . . The cover pic doesn't belong to me. . . . Plz add to your library. . . . English is not my first launguage so plz do tell me if I mess up. . Chapter length is small in the beginning but it will make it 1.5k per chapter from prolly 20, do give it a try till then.
CultureSect_Master · 9.6k Views

Author's Interference: The Children of Time

“You know, I’ve met death. Rather polite, actually. But it doesn’t knock, just lets himself in.” Life. That fleeting flicker between two eternities of silence. People spend it chasing things—money, love, validation, a good seat on the train. They build empires of paper, relationships of glass, and sleep each night under the illusion that tomorrow has been promised. But it hasn’t. It never was. Death doesn’t discriminate. It doesn’t care if you’re a king or a child. It arrives like an old friend, or a thief, or worse—like something you invited in. And yet… every now and then, the universe hiccups. A soul slips through. A crack opens. A second life is born—not as a reward, no, but as a test. Because what could be more dangerous than a man who's seen how the story ends—and comes back knowing exactly what not to do? But here’s the rub: a second chance is not a reset. It’s a curse with velvet gloves. You remember the pain, the loss, the betrayal—and worst of all, the choices you didn’t make. So when someone tells you this is just a story about life and death, smile politely. In many cases—in most cases—you’ll hear stories of heroes rising from the ashes, grateful for their second breath. However… in my case? I wanted to be the villain. To see a different end to this story. People say a person’s nature is hard to change. That deep down, we are who we are. But I changed... simply because I was curious. --------------- Join the discord server. https://discord.gg/BaP4c8b8Vq
Doctor_11th10 · 71.4k Views