Mr.moviesy
ABOUT ME
ABOUT ME
STORY BY Mr.moviesy
The villain spins through the air, barely regaining balance before the hero rockets upward after him, wrapped in blazing blue en
Reads
The villain spins through the air, barely regaining balance before the hero rockets upward after him, wrapped in blazing blue energy. They clash mid-air, swords striking again and again as shockwaves ripple through the clouds. The camera circles them as they free-fall, sparks and glowing fragments raining down below. With a sudden burst of red power, the villain kicks off the hero’s chest, blasting him back toward the groundChapter 1: The Name of the WorldIn the year 5007, no one called it Earth anymore.Names carried weight, and “Earth” reminded people of a time when the planet had almost died. After centuries of rebuilding, humans chose a new name—World 5007—to mark how far they had come, and how many years it had taken to finally understand how to live.From space, World 5007 looked calm. The oceans were deep blue again, free of oil and plastic. Green continents breathed with forests that stretched farther than they ever had before. Cities no longer scarred the land; they hovered above it or blended into mountains and valleys like quiet guests.Peace, however, did not mean perfection.Sixteen-year-old Aren Vale stood on the balcony of Learning Tower Seven, staring out at the sky-lanes where light-trains moved silently between cities. Everyone else around him talked about exams, careers, and celebrations. Aren thought about questions no one else seemed to ask.What did we lose to get here?Chapter 2: A Different Kind of StudentAren wasn’t rebellious. He followed rules, studied hard, and respected his teachers. But while other students focused on future design, Aren loved the past.History classes in World 5007 were… gentle. Wars were summarized. Disasters were softened. Entire centuries were reduced to short warnings: “Human conflict caused damage. Cooperation restored balance.”Aren felt that something was missing.That curiosity led him to the Deep Archive, a restricted digital vault that stored unfiltered records from the Old World. Only approved researchers and Memory Scholars could access it.Aren wasn’t approved.But he was patient.Chapter 3: The Door That Shouldn’t OpenLate one evening, when the tower was nearly empty, Aren sat alone at a public terminal. He wasn’t hacking—hacking was illegal and unnecessary. Instead, he studied forgotten access paths, abandoned permissions, and old system logic.World 5007’s technology was advanced, but it was built layer upon layer over ancient systems.Old doors were still there.The screen flickered.ACCESS GRANTEDAren’s breath caught.He hadn’t expected it to work.Chapter 4: Voices of the Old WorldThe Deep Archive wasn’t dramatic. No alarms. No flashing warnings. Just files—millions of them.Videos. Journals. News reports. Personal messages.Aren opened one at random.A woman appeared on screen, sitting in a dark room lit by candlelight. Her voice shook as she spoke about ration shortages. Another file showed a child describing a flood that swallowed his neighborhood. Another showed people arguing, protesting, helping each other, failing, trying again.It was messy. Loud. Emotional.It was real.Aren stayed all night.Chapter 5: The File Named “5007”Just before dawn, Aren noticed something strange.A file dated far earlier than expected.PROJECT 5007 – FINAL RECORDConfused, he opened it.An elderly man appeared, wearing a symbol Aren recognized—the ancient emblem of the first Global Coalition.“If you’re seeing this,” the man said, “then humanity survived.”The man explained that Project 5007 was never meant to predict the future. It was a promise. A reminder left behind so future generations wouldn’t forget the cost of survival.“We didn’t save the world,” the man said softly. “We borrowed it from you.”The file ended.Aren sat in silence, heart racing.Chapter 6: The ChoiceAren knew what he was supposed to do.Close the archive. Forget what he saw. Return to his normal life.But the voices wouldn’t leave him.The fear. The hope. The mistakes.Peace without memory felt fragile.That morning, Aren made a decision that would change World 5007 forever.Chapter 7: Breaking the SilenceInstead of reporting the file, Aren shared it.Not publicly—not yet.He showed it to his mentor, Lysa Corin, a senior Memory Scholar who had quietly questioned the softened history curriculum for years.Lysa watched in silence.When the screen went dark, she didn’t speak for a long time.“They were afraid,” she finally said. “Afraid that truth would scare people.”Aren nodded. “But ignorance is worse.”Chapter 8: The Council ReactsOnce the archive leak was discovered, the Council of Balance responded quickly.Aren was summoned.The chamber was vast and bright, designed to feel calm. Twelve Councilors sat in a circle, their expressions controlled.“You accessed restricted history,” one said.“Yes,” Aren replied.“And shared it.”“Yes.”“Why?”Aren took a breath. “Because peace built on forgetting isn’t peace. It’s delay.”The room went quiet.Chapter 9: A Divided WorldNew
Updated at
The Boy Who Learned to Stay
Reads
The Boy Who Learned to Stay Chapter One: The Quiet Place Everyone in Riverbend knew the old hill at the edge of town.Most people passed it without thinking. Kids rode their bikes past it. Adults drove by on their way to work. But no one ever stopped.Except Eli.Eli sat on the grass near the top of the hill, knees pulled to his chest, watching the river curl like a silver ribbon below. The wind brushed his hair gently, as if it knew him. It was the one place where his thoughts didn’t shout over each other.He was fourteen years old, tall for his age, with thoughtful eyes that always looked like they were searching for something just out of reach.Home wasn’t loud. School wasn’t cruel. His life wasn’t broken in the way people expected sadness to be.It was just… empty.His mother worked late shifts at the hospital. His father had left when Eli was ten, disappearing into a life that never sent postcards. Teachers said Eli was “bright but distracted.” Friends said he was “cool but distant.”No one ever asked what he was thinking.So he came to the hill.On this particular afternoon, the sky was pale blue, and clouds drifted lazily, as if they had nowhere important to be. Eli lay back and stared upward.“What am I supposed to do?” he whispered.The wind didn’t answer.But something else did.A sound—soft, unfamiliar—rose from behind him.A footstep.Eli sat up quickly, heart jumping. No one ever came up here.A girl stood a few feet away.She looked about his age, maybe a year older, with dark curly hair tied back loosely and a backpack slung over one shoulder. Her sneakers were muddy, her jeans worn at the knees.She didn’t look surprised to see him.“Hey,” she said simply.Eli blinked. “Uh… hi.”“I’m not stealing your spot,” she added quickly. “I just needed somewhere quiet.”Eli hesitated, then shrugged. “It’s a big hill.”She smiled, relieved, and sat a short distance away.For a few minutes, they didn’t speak. The silence felt strange—but not uncomfortable.“I’m Mira,” she finally said.“Eli.”She nodded. “Nice hill.”“Yeah.”Another pause.Then Mira said, “You ever feel like you’re waiting for something, but you don’t know what?”Eli turned and looked at her.For the first time in a long while, he felt seen.Chapter Two: Small Conversations Mira started coming to the hill often after that.Sometimes they talked. Sometimes they didn’t.She told Eli she had moved to Riverbend six months ago with her aunt. Her parents lived in another country. She didn’t say why she wasn’t with them. Eli didn’t ask.They talked about books. About music. About how boring math class was and how unfair it was that adults pretended to have everything figured out.Mira laughed easily, but there were moments when her smile faded fast, like it had a time limit.One afternoon, Eli asked, “Why do you come here?”Mira kicked a pebble down the hill. “Because when I’m here, I don’t feel like I have to explain myself.”Eli nodded. “Same.”It became their place.At school, things didn’t change much. Eli still sat near the back. Still finished assignments early and stared out the window. But something inside him felt lighter.He wasn’t alone in his thoughts anymore.Then one day, Mira didn’t show up.Eli waited longer than usual. The sky darkened. The wind grew cold.She didn’t come.The next day, she wasn’t at school either.A quiet worry settled into Eli’s chest.Chapter Three: The Missing Day By the third day, Eli was sure something was wrong.He climbed the hill after school, even though the clouds looked heavy with rain. He sat in their usual spot, staring at the path she always took.Nothing.“Please be okay,” he murmured.A memory surfaced—Mira once saying, “Sometimes people leave without meaning to.”Eli stood suddenly.He didn’t know where she lived. Didn’t have her number. But he couldn’t just do nothing.So he did the only thing he could think of.He stayed.He stayed on the hill until rain soaked his clothes. Until his fingers went numb. Until the sky turned dark.Then, through the mist, he saw her.Mira walked slowly up the hill, hoodie pulled over her head, eyes red.She stopped when she saw him.“You stayed,” she said quietly.Eli swallowed. “Yeah.”She dropped her backpack and sat beside him, shoulders shaking.For a long moment, Eli didn’t speak.Then he said, “You don’t have to talk.”Mira breathed out slowly. “My aunt’s sick,” she whispered. “I was scared.”Eli nodded. “That makes sense.”She looked at him, surprised. “You’re not going to say everything will be fine?”He shook his head. “I don’t know if it will. But you’re not alone.”Mira wiped her eyes and smiled weakly.Sometimes, that’s enough.Chapter Four: Cracks in
Updated at
the world
Reads
Chapter 1: The Name of the WorldIn the year 5007, no one called it Earth anymore.Names carried weight, and “Earth” reminded people of a time when the planet had almost died. After centuries of rebuilding, humans chose a new name—World 5007—to mark how far they had come, and how many years it had taken to finally understand how to live.From space, World 5007 looked calm. The oceans were deep blue again, free of oil and plastic. Green continents breathed with forests that stretched farther than they ever had before. Cities no longer scarred the land; they hovered above it or blended into mountains and valleys like quiet guests.Peace, however, did not mean perfection.Sixteen-year-old Aren Vale stood on the balcony of Learning Tower Seven, staring out at the sky-lanes where light-trains moved silently between cities. Everyone else around him talked about exams, careers, and celebrations. Aren thought about questions no one else seemed to ask.What did we lose to get here?Chapter 2: A Different Kind of StudentAren wasn’t rebellious. He followed rules, studied hard, and respected his teachers. But while other students focused on future design, Aren loved the past.History classes in World 5007 were… gentle. Wars were summarized. Disasters were softened. Entire centuries were reduced to short warnings: “Human conflict caused damage. Cooperation restored balance.”Aren felt that something was missing.That curiosity led him to the Deep Archive, a restricted digital vault that stored unfiltered records from the Old World. Only approved researchers and Memory Scholars could access it.Aren wasn’t approved.But he was patient.Chapter 3: The Door That Shouldn’t OpenLate one evening, when the tower was nearly empty, Aren sat alone at a public terminal. He wasn’t hacking—hacking was illegal and unnecessary. Instead, he studied forgotten access paths, abandoned permissions, and old system logic.World 5007’s technology was advanced, but it was built layer upon layer over ancient systems.Old doors were still there.The screen flickered.ACCESS GRANTEDAren’s breath caught.He hadn’t expected it to work.Chapter 4: Voices of the Old WorldThe Deep Archive wasn’t dramatic. No alarms. No flashing warnings. Just files—millions of them.Videos. Journals. News reports. Personal messages.Aren opened one at random.A woman appeared on screen, sitting in a dark room lit by candlelight. Her voice shook as she spoke about ration shortages. Another file showed a child describing a flood that swallowed his neighborhood. Another showed people arguing, protesting, helping each other, failing, trying again.It was messy. Loud. Emotional.It was real.Aren stayed all night.Chapter 5: The File Named “5007”Just before dawn, Aren noticed something strange.A file dated far earlier than expected.PROJECT 5007 – FINAL RECORDConfused, he opened it.An elderly man appeared, wearing a symbol Aren recognized—the ancient emblem of the first Global Coalition.“If you’re seeing this,” the man said, “then humanity survived.”The man explained that Project 5007 was never meant to predict the future. It was a promise. A reminder left behind so future generations wouldn’t forget the cost of survival.“We didn’t save the world,” the man said softly. “We borrowed it from you.”The file ended.Aren sat in silence, heart racing.Chapter 6: The ChoiceAren knew what he was supposed to do.Close the archive. Forget what he saw. Return to his normal life.But the voices wouldn’t leave him.The fear. The hope. The mistakes.Peace without memory felt fragile.That morning, Aren made a decision that would change World 5007 forever.Chapter 7: Breaking the SilenceInstead of reporting the file, Aren shared it.Not publicly—not yet.He showed it to his mentor, Lysa Corin, a senior Memory Scholar who had quietly questioned the softened history curriculum for years.Lysa watched in silence.When the screen went dark, she didn’t speak for a long time.“They were afraid,” she finally said. “Afraid that truth would scare people.”Aren nodded. “But ignorance is worse.”Chapter 8: The Council ReactsOnce the archive leak was discovered, the Council of Balance responded quickly.Aren was summoned.The chamber was vast and bright, designed to feel calm. Twelve Councilors sat in a circle, their expressions controlled.“You accessed restricted history,” one said.“Yes,” Aren replied.“And shared it.”“Yes.”“Why?”Aren took a breath. “Because peace built on forgetting isn’t peace. It’s delay.”The room went quiet.Chapter 9: A Divided WorldNews spread fast.Some citizens were grateful. Others were angry.“Why show us pain we never lived?” people asked.“Because it explains why our world matters,” others replied.Schools paused lessons. Public forums opened. Families talked late into the night.For the first time in generations, World 5007 debated its own identity.Chapter 10: The Storm Before the DecisionThe Council considered shutting the Deep Archive down fore
Updated at