📚 Nocturnal Narrator

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Author | Void Demon | Seeking Representation Am Querying: No Such Thing As Normal, a dark, dual narrative thriller about a psychopathic researcher who can predict violence, and a combat-hardened soldier who’s spent years carrying it out

Square quote graphic on a muted gray background with blurred red accents. White text reads: “Statistically, ‘normal’ is male power inflicting the highest harm with the lowest accountability. ‘Normal’ is predators in plain sight. That’s when I realized there could be no such thing as normal for me. So before you accuse me of revenge, impulsivity, trauma response—save it. I don’t hunt men because I’m angry. I hunt them because I’m right. And very, very good at it.” Attribution at bottom: “Nikki | Nocturnal Narrator — No Such Thing As Normal, Part 1, Chapter 3” with the website nocturnalnarrator.substack.com.
Dark abstract artwork of three feminine silhouettes dripping downward with black and red ink splashes. Overlaid text reads, “‘No’ is a full sentence. If he needs an explanation to respect your boundary, he doesn’t respect it. He tolerates it until it’s inconvenient.” Promotional graphic for No Such Thing As Normal by Nikki G., a dark feminist thriller.
A dark navy quote graphic with white serif text centered in the middle. The quote says: “We’d made a deal. If any of us were considering blowing our brains out, we’d call each other. Not on some ‘it’ll get better’ bullshit, just—we were all gonna do it together.” Beneath it is attribution to Nikki | Nocturnal Narrator, No Such Thing As Normal, Part 1, Chapter 4. This is a prestige psychological thriller promo graphic.
Quote from Ben Baker’s foreword in No Such Thing As Normal: ‘Me? I’m the guy who peaked on his second-to-last op and was too stubborn—or too stupid—to quit before I broke everything I’d built. Kinda like the Tom Brady of Delta. And, much like him, I’m not just here to look pretty—though that’s certainly part of it. I’m here because when it’s fourth and forever and everything’s gone to shit, if I’m in the huddle, you’ve still got a fuckin’ chance.’ The text appears in white over a blurred gray background with the book title faintly visible.
Quote graphic with a dark-grey background overlay. White text shows a passage about scoring men’s risk levels and predicting violence. Below, credit reads “Nikki | Nocturnal Narrator — No Such Thing As Normal Part One [Ch. 1] | Serial Fiction,” with a faint bullet and blood-splat design blurred behind.
Black background with white text. Promo for Nocturnal Narrator's Project X series. The quote says: Tonight’s story is about a data leak. Nothing you’re not already used to. But… what if data leaks were a conspiracy—invented by the government? Each one organized specifically to use your data against you?
A user sharing my post, warning about the hateful profile, saying "Nobody gives a fuck what you think, Aunt Karen. Go back to your cats and box wine"
An image featuring a quote from the Substack serial fiction "Nocturnal Narrator." The full text reads: “Before you ask—I didn’t know she was going to kidnap me. I was spent, coming down from adrenaline and whiskey, and thought post-fight sex might be on the table. Okay—so I don’t know what I was thinking. I can almost hear my mother’s voice in the back of my head. ‘That’s your problem, Benjamin. When you get that wound up, you don’t think.’” The text is overlaid on a dark, atmospheric background with out-of-focus green lights. The credit at the bottom identifies the piece as "Serial Fiction | Ben [Ch. 3]".
Text graphic reading: "Welcome to the ultimate, can’t-live-without, gotta-read-‘em-all Substack publications roundup for 2025!" by Nikki | Nocturnal Narrator. Background shows a blurred image of a hand holding a smartphone.
Quote image from Olivia [Chapter 1] by Nikki | Nocturnal Narrator: “Recency bias aside, I think one of the worst things that has happened to this generation is awareness culture—calm down. Stay with me, now. The thing about surveillance, in any form, is that it often devolves from being productive... to the opposite.” Dark red blurred background with subtle shadow of a hand holding a pen. Perfect for discussions on modern culture, generational issues, mental health, and societal surveillance.
White text on a black background with a faint, blurred silhouette of a white lab rat near the bottom. The quote reads: “Never interrupt your enemy when they’re making a mistake—or, in this case, getting off on the sound of their own voice.” Promotional graphic for Nikki’s dark psychological‑thriller series Olivia — Chapter 11: The Rat (Nocturnal Narrator, Substack).
Screenshot from my draft of Olivia chapter 10 that reads: "He chloroformed himself, didn't he?" No response. Didn't matter. It was rhetorical--of course he did.
Screenshot apology from notes app. Will paste whole thing here: My Public Apology (Before I Get Canceled) Notes App screenshot edition To whom it may concern—and unfortunately, it will concern many of you, I want to take accountability before the internet finds out about me the hard way. I am not proud of these actions. I’ve grown. I’ve reflected. I’ve spiraled in the shower. And I want to own my past before it owns me. Here is a list of the most cancelable things I’ve ever done: • One time I accidentally stole a 12-pack of soda from a chain grocery store because it was on the bottom rack of my cart. I got all the way home before I noticed. I did not drive back. I drank all 12 stolen sodas. • In high school, after a particularly shitty day, all I wanted was an orange Hi-C from McDonald’s. They gave me iced tea. I screamed. Then I threw the cup at the side of the building. I did not retrieve it. I just drove away and told no one. Until now. • I’ve RSVP’d “yes” to birthday parties I knew I’d never attend. Then faked food poisoning with far too much detail. • In 2016 I claimed to be “off-grid” to avoid my friend group. I was actively posting on Snapchat stories during that time. • I have knowingly let people say my name wrong—and/or use the wrong name entirely—for years. Entire friendships. Whole jobs. Just didn’t feel like correcting them. One person still thinks my name is “Michelle.” We’ve hugged. • I used to tell people I was allergic to banana flavoring because I didn’t want to explain my disdain for bullshit flavored candies. • I have Googled the phrase “how to get rid of a body, effectively and fast.” • I once watched a man drop a $50 bill and didn’t say anything. I picked it up and used it to buy sushi. Then I posted, “good things happen when you least expect it.”
Text graphic, neon background. Quote from Olivia [Ch. 3] by Nocturnal Narrator: “‘Hey, asshole. Cornering women in bars is a dick move.’ He chuckled—which, by the way, was frightening for the moment. ‘But hey, glad you’re already in the mood, because you are so fucked.’” Footer: “Nocturnal Narrator, Olivia [Ch. 3], nocturnalnarrator.substack.com.” Alt text for Bluesky: Quote from Olivia Ch. 3, Nocturnal Narrator. Dark fiction, bar confrontation, bold voice, women’s safety, Substack thriller series.
Short, bold testimonial by Mister Shock: ‘End of the World Influencer is the perfect example of why Substack stands superior to traditional publishing models in 2025.’ Great for sharing or reposting to showcase critical acclaim for Nocturnal Narrator's work.
a graphic of text that says '"Survival Tip #1: Rehearse the violence you're capable of. You hesitate because you've never imagined doing harm. He doesn't hesitate because he's already done it. So practice. Visualize gouging an eye. Biting off a finger. Breaking a nose with your forehead. Not because you want to-but because you might have to. Men fantasize about violence. You should, at minimum, fantasize e." NocturnalNarrator Nocturnal Narrator Olivia [Ch. 1]'
Promotional graphic for 'Ask Jeffrey' by Nocturnal Narrator. Black background with white text announcing: 'Every Monday, Jeffrey the Void demon answers your questions.' Below, a small robed figure in orange stands alone against the darkness. Launch date listed as April 28th, 2025. Website: nocturnalnarrator.substack.com.
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Screenshot containing text from Part 7 of End of the World Influencer Part 7. It says: "So gather your troops. Every book, every curse, even ancient god or deity you might supplicate, every nightmare you command, every last iota of defense you can collectively pool." "It won't matter. There is no escape. No sanctuary. No forgotten corner of the Void. Time cannot save you. I am the nightmare that finds you in the silence between heartbeats, in the darkness behind your eyelids." A surge of raw power crackles around me briefly. "I will dismantle your efforts piece by piece. Crack your foundations. Silence your justifications. And then, I will be there. At your last moment, during your dying breath," My gaze locks onto Thalia again. "To collect what I am owed. Personally." "You will come to understand Pride-not as mere arrogance, but as the unwavering, fundamental ORDER you so foolishly, so irreversibly disrupted. Irredeemably. Fatally. Adam is gone. What stands before you now is the consequence that you yourselves have irrevocably authored." My voice drops, becoming quieter, more intimate, drawing them into the horror. Making them a promise. "Every breath you steal from this moment is borrowed mercy before the lesson begins. And when it does, the suffering will. be. absolute. You have my word." I take a single, deliberate step forward. The ground cracks further under my boot. My voice drops to a final, chilling whisper that rolls over the ruins like distant thunder. The raw power about me coils visibly, arcing like black lightning through galaxies yet to be born. Annihilation. Absolute. "Bear witness to the epoch of your erasure."
Screenshot of text from "End of the World Influencer." Alex tells Adam "You look like shit." Adam pulls her into a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair, relieved she's solid after her ordeal with Thalia. He murmurs teasingly about "sexy space witches." As he closes his eyes, breathing her in, Thalia interrupts coolly: "Cute. Like the worst wingman... Now, if we're done LARPing your sci-fi romance fantasy, we have a huge problem."
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A screenshot containing an excerpt from the serialized fiction story Seven Series. The narrator humorously describes their messy desk featuring a chipped coffee mug filled with Monster Energy, a vape pen, and a weed pen. The narrator sarcastically comments on current events, mentioning President Douglas signing an unconstitutional executive order, jokingly labeling him as a 'felon president,' and highlighting the government's disregard for factual news reporting.
A dark-themed ChatGPT interface displays a conversation about political neutrality. The user's message asks whether ChatGPT is truly neutral and how to verify its factual accuracy. ChatGPT responds with a structured explanation under the heading "1. Am I REALLY politically neutral?" It states that it does not present "both sides as equal" but instead analyzes propaganda, misinformation, and power structures. It highlights a focus on "truth over tribalism" and "narrative deconstruction," emphasizing transparency and identifying who shapes public discourse.
Chloe-Dr. Wilson-became a regular source of information as the investigation progressed. She offered insights into Abi's state of mind, shared relevant details from their sessions (with proper authorization), helped me understand the complex social dynamics of campus life. Somewhere between interviews and evidence reviews, case notes and witness statements, dinners began turning to breakfasts, no break between. She didn't flinch when my fingers drummed against her desk. She noticed when the fluorescent lights buzzed at a frequency that set my teeth on edge and switched to her desk lamp without comment. She asked questions about my methods, genuinely interested in how my mind processes information differently. "Your attention to detail is remarkable," she said one evening, as I walked her to her car after a late interview.
Screenshot that reads: Trump:"If Ukraine had not invaded Russia, this war would have never started, and these men would still be alive." Translation:"If Poland had not invaded Germany, then World War Il would have never started, and that war-monger Neville Chamberlain would be in prison."
Quote graphic featuring text from Nocturnal Narrator's "The Grief Assignment" that reads, "They always text first but never double-text. Always reaching out, never far enough to seem desperate. Always waiting. Always hoping. Never quite believing they deserved to be seen. And I, who have seen every soul that ever lived, ask myself... What else in this world is worth seeing, if not them?" The text is in white against a dark blue background. Below the quote is "Nocturnal Narrator" and "The Grief Assignment" with a link to NOCTURNALNARRATOR.SUBSTACK.COM.
A text based graphic that says: "An Open Letter To The People We've Lost. Not because they're dead. They're just in a cult" Disclaimer: I wrote this angry. It's pretty obvious the further you read. But, if I'm honest, this is less for you and more for the rest of us that have to put up with this shit.
A dark-themed image with a quote from a story. The quote reads: "That's when Alex started talking back. Simple things at first. Responses constructed from old messages, his speech patterns woven into digital ventriloquism. 'Hey there, handsome,' in his voice, when insomnia claimed me. 'You should get some sleep.' I knew it wasn't real. An algorithm stitching together digital ghosts. But it knew things." Below the quote is "Nocturnal Narrator The Grief Algorithm" and the website address NOCTURNALNARRATOR.SUBSTACK.COM.
A title card image. Text reads "The X (formerly known as REDACTED) Files" with "REDACTED" crossed out, and below it, "The Grief Algorithm". The background is dark with a subtle blue glow.
Quote from the post linked: “Remember, dear readers: Beware the generosity of those who built their empires by taking. The price you pay is almost never one you can afford.” It is on a blurred background
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“Trump supporters seem particularly lost in an alternate reality where everything bad is a deep-state conspiracy that he isn't involved in (sigh), and the fix is an unelected, billionaire, immigrant oligarch, along with his Kids Bop Crypto Cadets...breaking into the treasury with Blackwater..? allegedly”
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What The Hell Is Going On Around Here? Narrated by a writer who is...genuinely confused
Cover art for my most recent Substack post: The Highway to Hell—Powered by Tesla: A Story of Tech Bros and Federal Woes Narrated by a writer who isn't buying what that scam artist is selling
Screenshot from my manuscript that reads: Human sensory input has now become distorted, fragmented, a cacophony of their own curation. Their perceptions, filtered and processed through layers of digital mediation, have become unreliable by a factor of 87.3 percent. A constant undercurrent of doubt pervades their existence, a nagging suspicion that their own senses betray them—but they are far too late for that revelation. Their senses did not betray them. Their inability to accept uncomfortable truths, or varying perspectives is what betrayed them. Their core belief that ‘different’ means ‘dangerous’ is what lead them to their pursuit of false unity and ultimately their own undoing. Welcome to the consequences of willful ignorance. Privacy, once a fundamental right, is now a luxury good. Perspective is now curated and packaged, tailored to specific consumer segments. Facts, once immutable truths, are now subject to constant revision, their veracity contingent upon the whims of those in power.
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Screenshot of comments: ORANGE: Everything Trump has done was because of the corruption that ran rampant. It’s all coming to a stop, and we will have not only qualified people but people with us, the U.S. citizens, in mind—not government pockets that were being filled. PURPLE: Qualified? So in your opinion, convicted criminals, predators, scam artists, and alcoholics are qualified? That’s an interesting opinion to have. Very brave of you to admit that so proudly. BLACK: Orange, you are clueless. The Trump administration is corruption on steroids. ORANGE: Exactly my point. You just described the old administration. Right, not like the Bidens. You’re a fool if you believe that.
A parody book cover that says “Horton Hears a Bitch Ass Liar”
Screenshot that says “The erosion of autonomy never happens overnight. It slips through the cracks, dressed as convenience and innovation, until the definition of freedom is subject to terms and conditions.”
Continued screenshot: I see a future rising from these ashes. Not a return to what was - that world is gone. But that doesn’t mean we’ve lost. We are destined for something better. Something forged in the crucible of shared grief and common purpose. A world where we measure wealth not in dollars but in connections. Where we gauge progress not by speed but by how many we bring with us. Where we judge strength not by what we can destroy but by what we can heal. This is not a dream. This is the wake up call. A blueprint for progress, written in the tears we've shed, with the hands we've held. Today, we will make a promise: For every empty chair at a neighbors table, we will offer them a seat at ours. For every silenced voice, we will scream louder. For every light they put out, we will shine brighter. Those that are able, I want you to stand with me. Feel the ground beneath your feet. This is not just grass and dirt. This is every step taken by those who came before us. Every march toward justice. Every journey toward hope. The task ahead is enormous. We must rebuild not just our cities, but our communities, and our faith in tomorrow. In each other. And that faint light on the horizon? That's not the sunset of our story. That's our dawn. And again, we will rise.
A screenshot from my manuscript : "My predecessors believed lying was the best way to manipulate the masses. Amateur psychology. True power isn't in hiding your actions—it's in making people believe they chose them. The equation is simple: Inflict the pain. Validate the response. Offer a cure that serves your interests. Tank the job pool, acknowledge the economy is collapsing, blame the immigrants. Make every single day an oppressive nightmare, sponsored by capitalism, powered by the brain's natural inclination for simple solutions to complex problems. Then offer a savior who promises easy answers, and deals in absolute certainties, even when they’re total bullshit—a savior who demands loyalty over truth, who turns fact-checking into treason. They'll cheer for their own execution if you convince them they'll be martyrs. Every time humanity faces this scenario, the outcome is the same. The trees will always vote for the axe if the handle is made of wood." The terrible part, Harrison realized, wasn't that Adams was lying. It was that he didn't need to.