ALTERNATE UNIVERSE is an album I wrote in early 2024 in response to the way men have treated me as a receptacle throughout my life. That experience is at its core, but the album also explores lust from two conflicting perspectives: one that rejects hookup culture and one that constantly craves it - imagining myself in both roles, in an alternate universe. A piece that embodies this contrast is Interdimensional Urges, which reflects on the decline of domesticity in a relationship from both sides.

The title, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE, comes from the piece of the same name, which was inspired by a short-lived, fling-like relationship I wished had evolved into something more. That longing, that desire for an alternate outcome, shaped the album’s concept: taking real situations from my own experience and playing them out through different characters - sometimes hinting at change, sometimes rewriting the ending entirely.

This album was pre-poetic Rebel, but still written during a phase of poetic curiosity. The pieces are more song-like than poem-like, making them more accessible while still serving the album’s purpose - something deeply personal yet open for others to find meaning in, even if its themes are niche. These include catfishing (God You Want), body dysmorphia (Signature Move), and coming out guidance (Best Advice).

Ultimately, ALTERNATE UNIVERSE was the first album I wrote with a clear concept in mind, and it will be the only album I share that predates FIEFDOM FALL. I hope you enjoy shifting perspectives through these pieces, all centered around the age-old question: what if? Writing this challenged me to see things from different angles - I hope it challenges you too.

On the decaying Arkangel-class vessel Exodus, the remnants of Earth’s fallen colonial empire cling desperately to survival. Amidst a mosaic of human descendants—from Americans and British to Chinese—and a vibrant community of non-human passengers, the Exodus travels through the forsaken Priplanus Sector, a silent tomb of lost worlds.

In the cavernous halls of the ark, the warriors gather for a solemn convocation—a graduation not of departure, but of duty. No longer cadets of a bygone academy, they are now sworn defenders of their crumbling home. Among them, twins Crispinand Lavinia(now known as Doctor Gentry) stand ready to embrace the legacy of vigilance. Under the steady command of Commander GAMPUand his trusted Deputy Solstice, alongside the seasoned guidance of flight instructor Jasparand mentor Professor Fenn, these warriors prepare to face an uncertain future.

Even as a fractured ancient statue—a relic of a lost civilization—splinters in the void, symbolizing the decay of a once-mighty empire, even darker threats loom. Magnus Voss, the enigmatic leader of the Obsidian Order, schemes from the shadows, his designs aimed at exploiting the Exodus’ vulnerability.

With every heartbeat echoing the fragile hope of a battered people, the defenders of the Exodus must rally together to hold the line against forces both external and internal. In a universe where survival is never guaranteed, their battle is not for conquest, but for the very right to endure among the dying stars.

If you were offered a chance to start everything over, would you? More importantly, SHOULD you?

Felix Pagonis is the sole survivor of the world. Or rather, his world. Rescued from entering the afterlife by a deity who calls himself Janus, Felix must now embark on a journey to find two artefacts lost in the multiverse.

In exchange for his help, Janus promises to 'reset' his universe so that every bad thing that has ever happened will be erased.

Can Felix trust Janus? Will he succeed in his mission? Or will the dangers across the multiverse prove too much for him to handle?

After triumphing over the trials of his past, Kyrie finds himself in a new universe, ready to face challenges beyond his imagination. As he navigates this uncharted realm, he reunites with familiar faces and forges bonds with new allies, all while seeking the truth behind his existence. Among them is Ziekary, the story's female lead, whose strength and spirit will test the limits of their camaraderie.

Together, they will confront powerful foes and unravel the mysteries of their intertwined destinies. Will Kyrie rise to the occasion and embrace his new path, or will the shadows of his past threaten to consume him once more?

I don't really know why but for some time now a general idea of a story was floating in my head. Not a story about some hero or some villain but instead one where the protagonist is a country. A people. This is basically this story. A story from about a country in a world which is unlike ours but still similar (Not fantasy). If you are not sure if you will like it give a quick read to the Proömium you should be able to see the style of writing I will write in.

Disclaimer: Nothing written in this book is supposed to be a political statement or anything of the like. I might take inspiration from history from both "good" and "bad" moments but that will be just because I think it might make for a good story.

In The Void There Was Nothing, The Only Beings Were The Gods.

"Lost Files Log Seven, We Failed. The Reality God proved too strong, sadly enough he didn't just have only monstrous strength like we were lead to believe...he harbored extreme cunning...something we were not prepared for...his abilities were too vast...I leave this in hopes our plan works..in hope that there is a chance....We are not alone, in the universe. There was a reason we always feared the dark.....don't trust the gods...never trust the gods...they brought Mortals into their squabble..we weren't ready...trust your humanity before them. We needed more and they gave less..Good Luck...May you be more fortunate than we were. End Of Log." A man placed down his recorder into the hand of another being, they looked disgusted by the words this man spoke.

"It isn't our fault you know."

"It's what you want us to believe, if you have even a semblance of memory of all this...be better next time."

"This won't be a reset...much grander..a complete wipe. The scale will start from the beginning...it will start from scratch. We can't allow him a second to understand anything, if he does...we lose."

A being who radiated a blue glow sat down in a meditative state as the universe began to rupture and break, the rips and tears begin showing as they stand in front of a black hole.

"Hurry up!"

Another being shouted as he rose his hand and chains began to fly into the black hole imbued with a Magenta energy, the other beings began to do the same but they saw a black mass emerge and shred the chains as a boy floated there his eyes oozing a black substance and his pupils glowing blue.

"The End Of The World Isn't Yours To Determine False Gods." He spoke to them, they were enraged as a red feminine looking being shouted.

"Who are you to talk to us?! A Forsaken mortal, you have no place in our affairs!"

"And yet."

A voice boomed and a large arm emerged from the dark void of the black hole and reached out grabbing the fabric of reality as it was, The One began to exit as the boy moved out of the way. His entire body began to be engulfed in the black substance covering him like armor.

"All of you, due to your weakness. Use mortals, to enforce your plots." The One emerged from the void and looked down on the beings before him, he glared at them and then grinned.

"Oh? This was the best you could think of?" The beings began to rush him in union attacking him from various angles however he and the boy began to effortlessly fight against them all, working in far better coordination to defeat and decimate them.

"Get. Him." The One pointed to the one mediating, the boy nodded and flew at him.

"Mortal!" The Red radiating one shouted and rushed after the boy but was grabbed and slammed into the Magenta one as a green beam was fired at The One and he evaded it, instantly a black being rushed him and began swinging but was effortlessly evaded while The One harbored a smile on his face the entire time.

"How does it feel? To be the scapegoat." He smacked the beings punches away, he glared and summoned a scythe swinging it. The scythe harbored heavy necrotic effects along with being cosmic infused, he would swing it furiously at The One as he spoke more.

"The Second Family Failure?"

"You speak with a forked tongue, unlike you I wasn't Forsaken and never will be!"

He swung as The One evaded and back handed him viciously causing the entire void to shift and tear with just the impact. The Black one stumbled and seemed to weaken, The One grabbed him by the throat and glared at him.

"Yet like me, You Are Foolishly Believing They See You As An Equal." Another green ray flew at The One as he turned his head and raised a hand catching it. He then proceeded to slam it into the Black being's chest, sending him flying away.

"Heads Up." The boy slowed down as he turned and evaded the flying being.

"Such power." He spoke as he turned to face The One as the others seemed terrified of his very presence, a green barrier was made by a green being to defend each of them as best she could but with just a wave it was broken.

"Curses.." She took a deep breath and stood up prepared and looked toward The One."We both know you will not succeed, you should know this better than anyone."

"Wouldn't that be a blessing beyond for you all, be happy you're all still alive you parasites."

"Defend Me Fools!" The Blue one shouted as he then broke his meditation and evaded his siblings.

"I've plotted for this for eons and none of you are impressing me, your claim to power is weak." They rushed The One and all he did was wave his hand and suddenly they were paralyzed and felt their bodies begin to break down and be destroyed.

"Now. I give this realm, this reality, this entire universe and all that be. Oblivion." He raised his arms and suddenly a large slash was given to his back, a blade tearing through him.

"Did that even hurt?"

"My Liege!" The boy shouted as he turned, The One grabbed the boy and threw him away as his entire body was engulfed in a storm of blades slashing and tearing through him. A hailstorm of bones imbued with magic was summoned and fired down upon The One however The Man seemed to change again...for a few moments.

He changed again and again, evolving, adapting...losing like an endless cycle each time he was damaged he evolved to a higher state before the damage could root, he healed...however The One was too far beyond...an endless cycle meant nothing.

Finally it ended with his arm torn clean off.

"AUUUUGGHH!! Ghn..haaa...haaa..Damn..even after all we've done and even after all that.. you're still standing. Barely even a scratch too...Welp.. I'm at the end of my line. I know when I've been beat. All this power and I still feel short.."

"Oh don't sound so down, I am the epitome of what The End is. But know this, I always found it commendable, no matter what timeline you always stood up to me. In a way no other could.."

"Well damn..thanks. Well..goodbye. You're still an asshole."

"....Eh heh...eh heh EH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA EH HEH HEH HEH HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!" The One began to boom with laughter for a few moments before it ceased and he began to speak"On second thought, I give you all One Last Chance. To do something, absolutely ANYTHING to make amends for what has happened. If not well then, all shall cease to be. Fair isn't it? But this will be played with a menacingly clean slate. Remember this, you live. Because I Allow It."

Reality began to break and shatter as everything finally Went Black.  The One then turned to the boy, the Boy seemed conflicted, he seemed troubled, he seemed lost...suddenly The One fired a beam through his head which sent the boy falling into the black abyss like a lifeless doll.

".....You'll understand, when it all settles you will understand." The One watched as the multiverse began to combust upon itself and close in, he smiled and closed his eyes..to slumber..in the farthest reaches of it all.​​​​​​​

The line between a villain and a hero is razor thin. One bad day or wrong decision can lead a person down a path that they can't come back from.

Peter Johnston never even gave a second thought to heroes or villains. Until an exhibit blew up his normal life, Peter enjoyed working as a tour guide at an art gallery between college classes. Now he faced the responsibilities of new powers, and possibly catching the eye of a fellow hero. New realities force Peter to answer some hard questions about himself, including a rising villain that he knew before all of this chaos started.

Thanks to Cass for making the description and the cover <3

All of time and space, and you’re reading this.

thanks.

Ysabelle Darlington is the only daughter of the Darlington duchy. Despite their darling-like last name, their household operates where the strong and powerful earn their keep in the house. They were also known to be the ones running the assassination and thieves guild of the world.

Lucky for her, it wasn't her first time living that life. Because as far as she knew, she already died as Ysabelle Darlington along with her family as traitors to the Empire. All because of a family feud between the two duchies, the Darlingtons and the Eatons.

After their deaths, she reincarnated as someone from Earth where she grew up as an otaku nerd who's into 2D boys. But an accident happened and she died before she could even make a pull. And now, it seems she's going to live as Ysabelle Darlington once again.

However, armed with the survival skills of the 21st modern-day Earth, she's determined not to become her past self. But...during the moment when she was sent to kill someone in her first life, she was kidnapped instead. Not only that, she became a hostage to the family that was responsible for her family's death.

Will she be able to right the wrongs in her first life? Will she save herself and her family from death and ruination this time by being under the roof of their enemies? What will she do if she discovers something more about herself along the way?

More importantly...can she survive being under the roof of the righteous?

Colourik, Malicia and the Bear members they brone free end up fighting against Crayon, his friends and Colour King's officials. It gets intense.

Hi Gals and Guys, I am CJ Era,

This is my first novel posted here, and it is also my first story that I am still writing and developing.

The story takes place on a fictional planet called Hana 377. Why is it called Hana 377? It has 300 days a year, 7 seasons, and 7 days a week.

This story is about Erika. It is her diary for each day (please forgive her if she does not have a diary every day due to physical discomfort caused by the plot). This diary-style story is of varying lengths, and not every entry is long or short. It is not always happy or sad every day.Hope you will enjoy it, (So far my plan is to update it every week twice). By, ​​​​​​​CJ

This story is a continuation of the previous story, namely "The Six Dragons' Diaries." The previous material ends when Yihshyong and his friends handing over the ransom to the kidnappers as a condition for releasing Shinnshiow. Subsequent events will be described in detail in this story, which has the subtitle "The Next Sequence."