Drabble. A story that is exactly 100 words. I'll be doing one every single day of this year (2021). A Drabble a Day. A new scene, a new story, a new character, a new musing, a new thought, every single day - until this hits 36,500 words and holds 365 unique stories.

By the end of this year, this will house a collection of 100 word stories, ready for the world to enjoy in bite-sized pieces, or to be binged in one go.

Are you ready? Will you take the jump to new worlds, seeking new adventures?

Then let's begin

We all know 2020 is a bit of a crazy year. I've decided to use this time in quarantine to bring back my free verse, free flow poetry.

Everything was created for a reason. Life is a gift, as so many had told me. Every gift has a specific usage, wither it's for entertainment, or for education or even if it's for household use, but there's one question had everyone wants the answer to. What is the point of living?

Many people have spent their entire lives searching for an answer to this question and they go to different extends, attempting to find the answer and to try and fill the void that question opens. Some go to fortune tellers, others go to physiologist, some even go to witches and mediums for an answer. Some people however, like me, take a different approach on life......

Meet Marissa Calista a secret mobile agent and a top ranking member of the NOV-eight. She was just send on a mission to Nahariya, in Israel. But things take an unexpected turn and now Marissa and Alyssa need to escape or they’ll be trapped on the crazy train forever.​​​​​​​

Twenty two years ago the world ended. Out of the ashes rose a corrupt faction, the Order, that sought to reorder the world in their own vision. Once they realized that over three quarter of the human population had been given unimaginable evolutionary powers, supernatural gifts the likes never seen before, the world became a battleground. War ensued, and it wasn’t until the last few years that the world saw some semblance of normalcy once more. When the Order fell, the Control took over.

They swore they were better than the Order. They swore they were different. But those with powers, who’d become known as Enhanceds, weren’t so sure. Those without powers, the Nonens, were equally as wary, memory of the wars they’d been forced to fight in still fresh in their minds.

Three main population hubs exist: The Center of Settled Enhanceds, or the C.O.S.E; the Center, and the District. Once known as Seattle, Wa; Denver, Co; and New York, NY; the cities of old are practically unrecognizable.

It’s been a few years since anyone has seen the Order, but there are those who know they’re not really gone…​​​​​​​That they’ve just been biding their time to return from the shadows.

Life is messy.Some still morning, you'll wake in bed​​​​​​​And realize it's all worth it, in the end.

This fanfic was commissioned by the lovely Lua James (@poptivist on Twitter). It's a Joshler AU. Enjoy, and thank you so much Lua!