Stories

Welcome, Jammer, to the Stories tab!

I made this tab for your convenience so that you can find all the stories without having to scrounge through all my posts. Yes, I could've just made labels, but for this, all you have to do is scroll, scroll, scroll! As for commenting, you don't have to get all that headache from clicking every single story and commenting on each one....Now, you can make an all-in-one comment, without having to keep clicking! Yay!

Alright, now onto the stories:

Stories from Within Jamaa:

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Creepypasta:

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Fictional stories about Jamaa:

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Legends:

Zios & Mira, The Origins

Lonely.That was the only thing he felt for many years.He appeared out of nowhere, and lived by his own for years beyond counting, but for the first time, the loneliness overwhelmed him, sank its claws deep into him, dragging him down and depressing him...This feeling was new to him, but he already didn't like it. He didn't learn much, even in over five million years...Oh, yes, numbers. He invented numbers to keep track of time. It was pretty basic though. For now.But he had to do something about the loneliness. It was unbearable, driving him to desperation!But what could he do?Then, a thought hit his mind.Powers.He was born with great Powers, or rather, created with. It is unknown how he was brought here. What was this place, even? It's so dark, and boring, and lonely....The loneliness again! Won't it ever go away? Won't it ever stop torturing him?But, with his Powers, he might be able to make that loneliness go away...But how?Oh, yes, he can create. Create a companion. Of course, he didn't have any words for these yet.Focusing all his energy on a black space, one of the many black spaces, that is...He activated his Powers. He didn't know what to create yet, he was just randomly doing things...But this thing was already coming together. A feather here, a claw there, oh boy, the progress!Finally, he was on the last Feather. He added it ever so gently...And floated back a few inches.Oh my. He thought.It was beautiful.But the Thing didn't move, nor did it speak, and he didn't think it thought either...Besides, it looked...Dull. He wanted it to be more interesting, despite the fact that he lived in dull darkness all his life...And so with a last bit of Power, he created enhancing qualities. Life.Color.Personality.He floated back again. The Thing looked much, much...Better now. Life shone in its eyes, and Its feathers glowed a marvelous color of...Blue. It's beak and legs were Yellow. Its eyes were a darker shade of Blue.For the first time, he experienced different emotions rather than Boredem and Loneliness.Happiness.Satisfaction.But, there was one emotion he just couldn't figure out...The strangest of them all.Love.A little something radiated off It.The Thing felt the same.

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