Theabstractmind
@theabstractmind.bsky.social
Writer, storyteller, I write not to entertain, I write to wake you up...love to make new connections
In "Every Second of Our" Echo dances through life's labyrinth—joy bites,betrayal stings,and laughter masks deceit. Every touch, every soul, every brutal truth weaves a riddle: evil is live spelled backward. Dark humor and horror blend in a cosmic jest where each moment matters, for better or worse.
August 23, 2025 at 4:13 PM
In "Every Second of Our" Echo dances through life's labyrinth—joy bites,betrayal stings,and laughter masks deceit. Every touch, every soul, every brutal truth weaves a riddle: evil is live spelled backward. Dark humor and horror blend in a cosmic jest where each moment matters, for better or worse.
In Somnus's neon haze, Lila's shadow clawed at secrets. "Just a dream," whispered the void, but teeth chewed her bed, rain fell up into a wound-sky. Clocks ticked backward, smirking: "You're late to wake." Irony grinned—bliss was the nightmare
August 14, 2025 at 9:50 PM
In Somnus's neon haze, Lila's shadow clawed at secrets. "Just a dream," whispered the void, but teeth chewed her bed, rain fell up into a wound-sky. Clocks ticked backward, smirking: "You're late to wake." Irony grinned—bliss was the nightmare
In a world that applauded ignorance, truth was the unwanted guest no one invited. The blissful smiled, the wise screamed, and somewhere in between, the clock laughed—counting down to a punchline no one would survive.
August 14, 2025 at 9:00 PM
In a world that applauded ignorance, truth was the unwanted guest no one invited. The blissful smiled, the wise screamed, and somewhere in between, the clock laughed—counting down to a punchline no one would survive.
In Aridelle, time is currency. Julian Sands finds a black hourglass that slows his own grains but fuels his art with stolen lives. Each masterpiece costs him years, until the debt comes due and the desert demands everything.
August 14, 2025 at 8:44 PM
In Aridelle, time is currency. Julian Sands finds a black hourglass that slows his own grains but fuels his art with stolen lives. Each masterpiece costs him years, until the debt comes due and the desert demands everything.
Manners Maketh a Man — In a world where politeness is currency, a man climbs the social ladder with charm sharp as a blade… until the masks crack, and he learns that the finest manners often hide the foulest teeth.
August 13, 2025 at 8:48 PM
Manners Maketh a Man — In a world where politeness is currency, a man climbs the social ladder with charm sharp as a blade… until the masks crack, and he learns that the finest manners often hide the foulest teeth.
In Between the Hunting and the Gathering –
In the pause between predator and prey, people learned to survive on scraps of hope and bones of regret. The hunt fed the body. The gather fed the soul. But in the silence between, both learned what it meant to starve.
In the pause between predator and prey, people learned to survive on scraps of hope and bones of regret. The hunt fed the body. The gather fed the soul. But in the silence between, both learned what it meant to starve.
August 13, 2025 at 2:59 PM
In Between the Hunting and the Gathering –
In the pause between predator and prey, people learned to survive on scraps of hope and bones of regret. The hunt fed the body. The gather fed the soul. But in the silence between, both learned what it meant to starve.
In the pause between predator and prey, people learned to survive on scraps of hope and bones of regret. The hunt fed the body. The gather fed the soul. But in the silence between, both learned what it meant to starve.
The old owl on transit
August 13, 2025 at 11:18 AM
The old owl on transit
"Time bends for no one, yet some souls burn ageless as starlight—shaped by storms, softened by grace. They walk as warnings and blessings, teaching that immortality is not in years, but in the mark you leave on hearts and the truths you dare to speak."
August 12, 2025 at 10:34 PM
"Time bends for no one, yet some souls burn ageless as starlight—shaped by storms, softened by grace. They walk as warnings and blessings, teaching that immortality is not in years, but in the mark you leave on hearts and the truths you dare to speak."
In Terra Mundi, gods hide as baristas, CEOs, and strangers on trains—petty, flawed, and cruel. Theo, a forgettable accountant, learns he’s the forgotten god of order. Power tempts him, chaos loves him, but he chooses mortality… or thinks he does.
August 12, 2025 at 10:31 PM
In Terra Mundi, gods hide as baristas, CEOs, and strangers on trains—petty, flawed, and cruel. Theo, a forgettable accountant, learns he’s the forgotten god of order. Power tempts him, chaos loves him, but he chooses mortality… or thinks he does.
The Goat, the Yam, and the Lion — A riddle turned trap. One by one they crossed the black river, only to be devoured by hunger, lies, and the water itself. By dawn, nothing remained but bones, skins, and ripples in the dark.
August 11, 2025 at 2:08 AM
The Goat, the Yam, and the Lion — A riddle turned trap. One by one they crossed the black river, only to be devoured by hunger, lies, and the water itself. By dawn, nothing remained but bones, skins, and ripples in the dark.
The Man Who Sold His Shadow — He traded his shadow for riches, only to find he’d sold more than a silhouette. Without it, people feared him, mirrors refused him, and even the sun felt colder. Wealth came easy, but belonging became impossible.
August 11, 2025 at 1:20 AM
The Man Who Sold His Shadow — He traded his shadow for riches, only to find he’d sold more than a silhouette. Without it, people feared him, mirrors refused him, and even the sun felt colder. Wealth came easy, but belonging became impossible.
In a village of shadows and light, Elias tells Mira of two loves: man’s—wild, consuming, and often wounding—and God’s—steady, bounded, and life-giving. True love blooms when guarded by boundaries, not chained by them.
August 10, 2025 at 10:42 AM
In a village of shadows and light, Elias tells Mira of two loves: man’s—wild, consuming, and often wounding—and God’s—steady, bounded, and life-giving. True love blooms when guarded by boundaries, not chained by them.
Chaos storms in, shifting your life just enough to reveal the cracks you’ve hidden. In its wake lies rare beauty—truth without masks, raw moments, and unwanted gifts you can’t return. Once you’ve seen it, only one question remains: how will you rearrange it?
August 10, 2025 at 8:24 AM
Chaos storms in, shifting your life just enough to reveal the cracks you’ve hidden. In its wake lies rare beauty—truth without masks, raw moments, and unwanted gifts you can’t return. Once you’ve seen it, only one question remains: how will you rearrange it?
Carrots for her, no??
August 10, 2025 at 5:54 AM
Carrots for her, no??
Story coming up soon
July 26, 2025 at 6:53 PM
Story coming up soon