《Short Stories》21
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A Love Story
There was a husband who daily sent his wife a rose whenever he was out. One day he died, still his wife recieved a rose everyday. She was shocked she asked the florist and he said that her husband had paided in advance for her whole life. So love someone such that it remains forever...
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Carrion Knight [System abduction]
Raided as resources by a world with a [System] interface, Mathew and fellow abductees fight monsters for survival and territory. Making a home is only the start as the ability to administrate a [Class] gives him enough power to become a piece on the chessboard of native politics. Caught up in Earth's gamble with humanity, the survivors will determine the fate of two worlds. Need more to decide? I've got you covered. LitRPG / GameLit Multiple POVs A view into more status screens and interests, without sacrificing the central story. Power at a cost The struggle between survival and thriving Exploring the world one piece at a time I want to earn a readers trust and in turn, trust the reader. I trust that you put pieces together when I don't fill in all the blanks. I trust you to bite into the bittersweet and enjoy the grit. In any way I can think a story is better for trusting you I will endeavor to do so. Schedule 5 chapters a week, average 2500 words per chapter
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Evil Overlord: The Makening
If evil was easy, everybody would be doing it, and there would be more Dark Lords running around than you could shake a stick at. But the road to Utter Domination isn't easy, smooth or straight, as the boy who will one day become Gar the Pitiless will discover.
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... And My Skillet
A long time ago, a child was born under the great blue sky. Many a Dwarf grumbled at the auspicious event, tugging furtively at their beards at this ill omen. A year later as the expedition had begun digging into the virgin hills of their new home, the grumbling of the doughty mountain people rose to a disbelieving furor when the yearling passed over the ritual offerings that would determine his lot in life. Instead, the as of yet unnamed child crawled over to a skillet fresh out of the fire and begun picking at the rock bread, unconcerned with the heat. Shouts turned into laughter, frowns lifted into craggy smiles. Upon placing a handful of the bread into his mouth, the infant’s face grew so grim and stony not even the eldest of the present Dwarves could match him. There was a durable ore within this babe, of that the Lore Keeper was sure. Yumly Ironhand was thus named, the beginning of his great tale immortalized on the rune walls of his clan’s history. “It’s pronounced Yoom Lee and no, rock bread isn’t a misnomer.”
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Decoder;Deconstructor
Arvis, A 23-year old programmer that had been hand chosen as a special operating crew for an incredibly successful game for the past 2 years has been convicted for a crime he did not comit. As for how this fraud was able to destroy his whole life in one go was something he constantly thought about, yet upon noticing a person flying around in his cell he gets thrown into another dimesion without question. Note: The story is filled with a shit-load of profanity and mild-dark/dirty humor, although it is tragedy- Which In one case it IS tragedy, I will add in lots of things will make this unlike any other type of tragic-comedic storeh.. so... Like tragedy, with a twist of Comedy, and a touch of Badassery Apart from that, The story starts off terribly, but I promise it will get better... (since I started getting better at writing)
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SOULMATES ✓
JEON JUNGKOOKa writer falling in love with another writer. doesn't that sound a bit dangerous to you?#16 in poetry#19 in journal
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Amor prohibido 「KristSingto- BL」
Historia BL (boys love) de KristSingto de la serie: SOTUS: The series.Historia totalmente ficticia, ajena a cualquier realidad.Mundo alternativo donde Singto es un famoso actor y Krist un famoso diseñador de modas.-Sé que hice algunas coas mal, sé que mayoritariamente fue mi culpa. Mejor dicho, todo fue mi culpa. Puedo tenerlo en mis pensamientos, pero no entre mis brazos. Jamás había sufrido tanto por no estrechar a alguien. Mi corazón lo llama.Krist.
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