In Serial39 Chapters

From the Final World

I have lived a long, long time. Longer than the universe knows; longer than any star has seen or traveling light records. My memories; that is all that is left that knows that length, and that which was seen within it. Then again, that is all that ever did. When I am gone, it will be forgotten, a truth and a history lost forever no matter who or what tries to find it. I think that is why I write this now. A record, or a lament, of the most significant being of all time. It is a prideful exaltation of endless triumph, or the dread condemnation of infinite evil. I don’t know which; I shall leave it for others to judge. I could explain further, of course. I could list the sins that have been committed, the deeds that have been done. Yet for now, I believe this is enough. Her story will speak for itself. About the good, and evil, in the heart of a single girl burdened with more than her fair share. And how she reacted to it. So, I will tell her story. Of gods and devils, mortals and monsters, of legends long forgotten and civilizations long turned to dust. And in the end, I hope she knows herself, whether it is salvation, or destruction, she should receive.

In Serial77 Chapters

Decompose!

Dear diary. When you read stories about some people missing and returning after years of absence claiming they were living in another world, your first reaction is to scoff and dismiss a story as a tall tale, right? I know I did. All the time. Until it happened to me and I no longer did. That day was today. Some god of thunder smote me. If it were Chris Hemsworth, I wouldn't mind but it was some barbaric Hitite god that abaondned Earth some four millennia ago. Yes, what can I say? I love the seventh art. I have more hours watching movies than any other activity, including sleep. What? Do you think I'm exaggerating? Maybe I am. I'll really miss hollywood the most. And my biggest regret is that I never got to visit the holy city of cinema. I did not come to another world to be a hero even though there was hints that they hoped I'd save it. I did not come with overpowered abilities able to, dunno, leap tall castles in a single bound, faster than a speeding crossbow bolt, be more powerful than a eight-horse carriage, the bounds. No. After the asshole god that murdered me brought me to his world, he gave me some boons from his discount bin and "The Power of my Soul (tm)". Forgive my french, I hope you understand I am rather upset at dying. And he somehow decided that my power is to recycle stuff. How awesome is that? Not much at first, I must admit. At least I got all my camping stuff and equipment with me. There's no lycra in the other world. I'll make it someday, but that day is not today. So here I am. In another world, in the middle of nowhere. I'm no heroine. As the song goes, I'm your basic average girl. And I'm assumed to be here to save the world. But almost everything can stop me, because I'm not named Kim. Wish me luck, diary. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ This novel is going have the following features: slow-paced slice-of-life No GameLit / LitRPG elements. Movie references. Sandra likes the seventh art. Journal / diary style crafting (includes chemistry, engineering and metallurgy) low magic technological advancement (for Sandra, at least. She is not against sharing though) personal relations clash of perception between the modern and ancient customs. bits of tension, fighting, and plot here and there. I won't repeat myself though. Once she crafts a good batch of soap, for example, she'll just note, "I crafted soap again." Once it is estabilished how she obtains compound X, compound X2 that is obtainable from the same process will also just be mentioned. I'll try to be as realistic as I can with the crafting, chemistry, and technology. Cover: Public Domain Image by StockSnap from Pixabay. No attribution required but we do it anyway.

In Serial54 Chapters

LiNa's Ten-Winged Cultivation

LiNa was just an average teenage girl, who one day got hit by a flower pot right on the head. How “lucky” was that? When LiNa woke up, she was not in a hospital bed but an unknown world full of demons, mythical creatures, endless danger, and…lots of sweet potatoes. Oh, she ended up in the Land of Ruins which was one of the most barren places on this so-called Aniesian Continent, and forced herself to forget the taste of meat. She was on the way to exchange for some sweet potatoes when came across a dead young man. In a crazy blizzard, she used almost every single cell in her body to drag him home, leaving a trail of red blood across the fluffy snow, which later on…he rewarded her with a stick on the head! Right on the same spot where the flower pot hit her. Never have I seen such an ungrateful person! Better not let me see him again! And guess what? He was very much stuck with her for some time, or even....the rest of her life. How could LiNa survive these harsh conditions, babysit that icy-cold-face person, and overcome all the challenges to become a legendary ten-winged immortal?

In Serial13 Chapters

Triple Orb Academy

In the parallel world of Zeffernon, magic is equivalent to science. Magic is explored and used everyday, and it is something that cannot be eliminated. Since magic is drawn from the blood, it can never disappear from the world. This story is also posted on fictionpress.com and vicslab.com.

In Serial11 Chapters

I reluctantly became the dungeon master

John Mullard works on a game software company. His life is extremely normal until one day, a thief has sneaked into the house and killed him. He was taken to another world by a man claiming to be a god and promising to reborn him. but ironically he became the master of the dungeon. Can he survive in a world where his life will be lost anytime?

In Serial4 Chapters

the girl in the ramones shirt