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Acquiring actual skills, interests and ideals... Is a hard task! How can you make sure, that everything you do is not an absolute waste of time, leading to less than nothing? Therefore, the main character of the story, the man affectionally called 'Nista' a name that, essentially, has no meaning, and "No meaning" is not the meaning of it either, obligates himself to nothing, aside from Visual novels! Reveling in his unemployed and severely uneducated life-style, refusing to go outside due to its dangers, the comfort of his life is challenged: unless poor Nista finds an actual job, his parents are going to stop sending him all the needed funds to slack away! So, o great' hero Nista... Can you depart on an adventure so dangerous, to seize the roots of a profession!?

For certain people, chaos needn't be a curse. For certain people, chaos oughta' be present and as common as a coffee, to necessitate one's mental stability. Meet Cooper. Cooper is an intelligent yet quirky individual who has the tendency of unintentionally getting involved with things, people and places that, conventionally could be considered detrimental. A comical and dark exploration into the life and mind of Cooper, who on the surface appears to be at least a successful connoisseur of chaos. Meanwhile, he's forced to keep up appearances whilst battling alcohol, drugs, relationships and prospective death on a bi-weekly basis. Support the completion of this book by purchasing an official copy here: lovelustcocaine.com => all purchased copies include exclusive bonus content, and are personally signed. Tagline: Imagine Trainspotting meeting Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas being chaperoned by a duo of Naked Lunch and Junky. Outline: Love, Lust and a Little Bit of Cocaine revolves around the life of Cooper - a functional alcoholic and drug addict. The story is divided into three parts encompassing separate time periods. Each chapter describes an experience based on true events which progressively propels Cooper further into the life of drugs, sex and chaos, whilst simultaneously forcing him to do his best to err on the side of caution as his life becomes entangled with the fallout of his opportunistic misbehaviour. Themes: #love #sex #travel #truestory #chaos #drugs #psychology #relationships #friendship #violence #skateboarding #death #mystery #comedy #observation #medicine #business #technology #crime #punishment #joy #family #podcast Contribute to the writing by purchasing a copy on http://lovelustcocaine.com and follow story developments on the lovelustcocaine podcast!

There are lives that unfold like open books— clear, visible, easily understood. And then, there are lives that are written in silence. Not because they lack stories, but because their truths were never meant to be read. In the quiet, frost-laced morning of a world still half-asleep, within the pale walls of a hospital that has witnessed more endings than beginnings, walks Aaggarttha Debberma— a woman shaped not by softness, but by restraint. She does not tremble before pain. She does not falter before grief. For she has learned, far too early, that the heart—if left unguarded—becomes a fragile thing. And so, she carries herself like winter itself— calm, distant, untouchable. Yet even winter, at times, must yield. For within a room long forgotten by time, where the air itself seems to have grown weary of waiting, lies a woman who has not truly lived for twenty years. Her breath, a fragile thread. Her silence, heavier than any spoken sorrow. And on a day that should have been no different from the last— something stirs. Not loudly. Not violently. But enough. A flicker in stillness. A tremor in the unseen. A moment that passes as quickly as it arrives— and yet refuses to be forgotten. What is a moment, after all? A mere passing of time? Or the beginning of something that time itself cannot contain? For Aaggarttha, it is nothing— and yet, it is everything. Beyond the quiet sanctity of healing hands and measured breaths, there exists another world— one not built on care, but on control. A world where power does not shout, but settles—firm, unyielding—like a throne no one dares to question. At its helm stands Indrajeet Shrivastava— a man whose name travels farther than his presence ever needs to. He has not merely built an empire. He has become one. Through years carved with discipline and decisions weighed in silence, he has woven a legacy so vast, that it touches lives he may never see, and alters fates he may never know. And within this legacy, bound not by chains but by blood, is Dakshinayan Shrivastava— a man who walks not in freedom, but in expectation. He is composed, as all strong men are taught to be. Measured, as all heirs are required to remain. Yet beneath that stillness— there lingers a question he has never quite answered. A longing he has never quite named. And though his world and Aaggarttha’s seem oceans apart— separated by purpose, by circumstance, by design— fate, it seems, is seldom concerned with such distances. For what is distance, when time itself conspires otherwise? Their paths do not collide in fire. There is no grand moment of recognition, no sudden unraveling of truths. Instead— there is quiet. A glance that lingers a heartbeat too long. A presence that feels… strangely familiar. A silence that speaks, though neither dares to listen. And slowly, like ink seeping through untouched parchment, their lives begin to overlap. But beneath these gentle crossings lies something far more ancient. Something untouched by reason. Something unclaimed by time. There are truths, you see, that are not buried to be forgotten— but to be protected. From whom? From the world? Or from those who might one day uncover them? Time is often mistaken for a healer. But time does not heal. It merely… waits. It waits for fractures to deepen. For silence to weaken. For the past to find its way back into the present— not as memory, but as consequence. And when it does— it does not ask permission. It takes. As Aaggarttha finds herself drawn toward questions she cannot explain… as Dakshinayan stands at the edge of something he cannot yet see… as the boundaries between what is known and what is felt begin to dissolve— a truth emerges, not in clarity, but in weight. This was never chance. It was always meant to be. A convergence—not of paths, but of destinies long deferred. A meeting—not of strangers, but of stories left unfinished. And at the heart of it all— lies a stillness so profound, it threatens to break.

El 1 de diciembre de 2022 el jurado del Concurso Nacional de Cuento "Hubert Lanssiers 2022", compuesto por los escritores Miluska Benavides, Leslie Guevara, Alejandro Neyra, Gustavo Rodríguez y Miguel Ruíz Effio, se reunió para elegir a los ganadores y menciones honrosas de dicho concurso. Se recibieron 151 relatos a nivel nacional, y se contó con un comité lector integrado por 80 voluntarios designados por Machucabotons Escuela de Escritura, para la lectura y preelección. Hecha la apertura de los sobres, la relación de ganadores quedó establecida de esta forma: Primer premio "Camel - Pulp" por Ostracista Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Segundo premio "Los cobardes no van al cielo" por Aaron Champi Seudónimo de EDWIN WALTER TOVAR CHUMPITAZ Se hace notar que es la primera vez en la historia del concurso que un participante recibe en simultáneo el primer y segundo premio. El jurado interpreta este hecho como un testimonio de talento literario y felicita el autor.

It is about a boy named Richard, who was born in a super rich family .He is too rich and meet friendships never to be met before

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.

[Ding! The 'Randomly Spend' Tycoon System is at your service.] On her way to work, Yun Zijin was bound by a system named 'Randomly Spend'. [Spending Task Completed. A 2x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Villa No. 1 at Xingyu Mansion. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] [Spending Task Completed. A 3x rebate has been triggered. Ownership of Dingsi Building. The related documents have been placed in the system backpack.] ... Yun Zijin was dazzled by the system's rewards, only to be told that her wealthy parents had found her? That she's the true daughter of the Xia Family of Dijing? Being bound to the Tycoon System was exciting for Yun Zijin, but she refused to be part of any cliché wealthy family drama. The Xia Family of Dijing? Yun Zijin: Get lost! Don't even think about associating with me!

One day, a strange hand suddenly appeared inside Chi Wan’s interdimensional space. Its owner claimed to be living in the apocalypse—starving, desperate—and begged to trade anything he had for food. Chi Wan stared at the pile of Imperial Green jade, oversized diamonds, and dozens of kilograms of gold bars he offered… and fell into deep thought. …Wasn’t this a little too profitable? From then on, her connection to the apocalypse only grew stronger. The mysterious man—who turned out to be a powerful figure—used his Wood Ability to help her revive rare orchids, cultivate endangered plants, and even harvest zombie crystal cores for the country. As for Chi Wan? She only had three responsibilities: feed him, feed him, and keep feeding him. Somehow, without realizing it, a group of extraordinary men began to gather around her: A genius research scientist. An aloof, abstinent CEO. A cold and ruthless Soldier King… In front of Chi Wan, they were gentle, attentive, and impeccably polite—each trying to outshine the others. Behind her back? They were one step away from tearing each other apart. Meanwhile, on the other side of the spatial link… The so-called King of the Apocalypse clenched his teeth in silence as he listened to these men compete for her attention. As for Chi Wan? “I’m busy getting rich and supporting my family,” she said calmly. “A battle royale of suitors? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Until one day— An absurdly handsome man appeared at the gates of her villa… carrying a sack filled with gold and jewels. “I’m here to marry into your family,” he declared. Chi Wan glanced at him, then at the newly connected wasteland world inside her space… …and once again fell into deep thought.

Sierra Sullivan is reborn before the sandstorm apocalypse! In her past life, her interdimensional space was stolen by her cousin, and she died at her cousin's hands. In this life, Sierra Sullivan activates her Spirit Spring Space in advance and stockpiles a large amount of supplies. The apocalypse arrives, and a massive sandstorm sweeps across the globe. What's even more terrifying is that the sandstorm brings with it a large swarm of Aberrant Beasts never before seen by humanity. They travel in packs, and anyone they ensnare is turned into a pile of bones in an instant. Her cousin, Autumn Lynch, still wants to steal her space, just like in the previous life. Sierra Sullivan smirks, and with a swift strike of her blade, she directly takes down her enemy! Originally, Sierra Sullivan wanted to be a lone wolf, carving a path of destruction through the apocalypse. But she unexpectedly runs into her sworn enemy, Jayce. Just as she is about to raise her blade, she discovers that Jayce is here to save her. Aren't they sworn enemies? That night, Sierra Sullivan has a dream. In the dream, Jayce came looking for her after her death, killed Autumn Lynch's family of three, and finally committed suicide by her side. It turns out Jayce has been secretly in love with her all along! Sierra Sullivan wraps her arms around Jayce's neck, "Since you like me so much, then in this life, let's, as a couple, slaughter our way through this apocalypse!"

While training in a Secret Realm, Ning Xuan was accidentally sucked into a spatial rift. Under the protection of the Spirit Plant Ghost-faced Red Vine, her soul body escaped the spatial rift and arrived in a strange world, possessing the body of a young girl who had been murdered and had no spiritual power. In the process of obtaining the original owner's identity information, Ning Xuan was detected to have an awakened spiritual power. According to Federation law, all Spirit Controllers with awakened spiritual power must have their genetic information collected for compatibility matching. Because her compatibility was too high, Ning Xuan subsequently received 5 mandatory Contract messages. However, her Contractors, disliking her for her low Spiritual Power Level, all chose to hide their own information.