drum pulp fiction

Ayanwale, a reluctant scion of a legendary Yoruba drummer lineage, has always rejected the ancestral rhythms that pulse through his blood. Haunted by the shadow of his uncle Baba Oro—whose greed for the forbidden Ninth Rhythm led to his downfall—Ayanwale lives a quiet life, disconnected from his heritage. But when a mysterious ancient book surfaces and a haunting dream pulls him toward a sacred, lost artifact known as the Royalty Drum, everything changes. Drawn into a secret world where music holds cosmic power and ancestral laws govern reality, Ayanwale must awaken the rhythms within himself to protect the legacy of his bloodline. Along the way, he confronts malevolent spirits, unearths family betrayals, and navigates a spiritual war between creation and destruction. In The Royalty Drum, Yoruba mythology comes alive through vivid, rhythm-infused storytelling that explores the weight of heritage, the power of sound, and the courage it takes to face the past—and drum a new future.

Dorian Seacrest owns a music store and performance venue with his friend and business partner, Evan Harper. When Evan rushes into the stockroom a week or so before Christmas to tell him Caesar's Flame is booked for New Year's Day, he goes into shock.<br><br>Many years have passed since Dorian has seen Laramie Treble, the drummer and leader of the now globally successful alternative rock band. Their erstwhile relationship -- mostly about sex -- deteriorated once Laramie became famous, mainly because he wanted to sleep with everything that moved. So Dorian left him to it. He wanted monogamy and forever, or nothing at all.<br><br>Now Laramie is back and in hot pursuit of Dorian once again. But Dorian is not making it easy. He can't, because his heart won't survive another round, especially if all Laramie wants is something casual like before. He's just not built that way.<br><br>It seems, though, that Laramie is determined to prove Dorian wrong, and there might be a little drummer boy in his future, after all. Dorian just has to decide whether to let his heart beat to Laramie's drum.

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!?

Alexis has never committed to anything, but she's great at coming up with excuses. A flyer requesting a new drummer for the school's metal band shows up on her locker and Alexis has a new goal. With the help of her best friend, Isaac, can she manage to actually commit to something? And in doing so, will the two learn of their feelings toward one another?

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.

SYNOPSIS Listen.... There are things the wind carries that the ear is not meant to understand. Yet, in Aiyetoro, people have learned to hear beyond sound, to listen with memory. On the morning the drum spoke out of turn, the elders said nothing and that was how we knew something was wrong, because in a land where words are never wasted, silence is never without meaning. In the ancient town of Aiyetoro, where tradition walks side by side with modern unrest, lives Temilade, a quiet observer in a loud world, she has always been told that some questions are better left unasked and yet questions, like seeds, do not die in silence, they wait. After the sudden death of a revered elder, the rhythm of the town begins to change, the talking drum speaks in tones no one can quite interpret, and shadows seem to linger longer than they should. As fragments of a hidden past surface, Temilade finds herself entangled in a truth that threatens not only her family’s name but the fragile harmony of the entire community. Between loyalty and truth, between fear and destiny, she must decide: Is silence a form of peace… or a quiet betrayal?

I was born in a world that was always at war, and all I knew after I was taken from my home, was that very war. Every day was a battle and ever moment was fleeting, the men you met on the field weren't worth befriending, due to the pain you would suffer later by their loss. After dying in a world like that, I was met with a world with wonders that only those who were mad or on the death bed saw in heaven, but those around me treated it as if it were nothing, not knowing the luxuries of their lives. ================================== This is a MMORPG novel, hopefully that doesn't scare you off. Ill be honest I wanted to write a thing here that explains my novel, but I'm not one of those people who has everything planned to chapter 1000 like some of the better authors on this site. I write this mostly for fun and due to this opened up free time I now have, hopefully you will indulge me and at least read as far as you can before you get sick of my writing. And if you end up liking it, remember, the best thing you can do isn't give me power stones, but leave comments and add this to your collection.

She was the most revered only heir of the most influential & powerful hidden clan of SHAMAN, an oracle world. her divination spirit power was the strongest among the whole mainland. once she joined the other clans just to watch fun to see the phenomenon that happened in the enchanted forest. there at the core area of the forest, they found a mysterious tomb. There she found a mysterious Serpent shape Anklet that caught her attention. getting intrigued she raised her hand to touch it and as she touched the snake moved and bit her finger, she tried to take her hand away but couldn't. she felt her blood sucked away by the snake and soon she lost her consciousness.. ****** English is not my first language so please ignore my grammatical Mistakes and yes enjoy my first ever story..

Ren Coulter is used to working alone. As a special agent in the Paranormal Operations Unit of the border patrol, he is to infiltrate a reputed drug lord’s compound in Nogales, Arizona. His mission is to learn the source of a very dangerous and addictive new drug. He goes in drag, disguised as a glamorous young woman, to catch Mendoza’s roving eye. Even before he meets Mendoza, he encounters a Mendoza’s striking body guard.. Despite his lone wolf habits, Ren sees advantages in working together. Still, trust comes slowly and not without a hitch, but soon they must rely on one another to survive.<br><br>Darzul Onaygan has been sent from his home world of Arzula to blend in with the earthlings and help them fight off the evil alien invaders. Bisexual as most Arzulans are, many even able to switch gender at will, he finds Ren very attractive in both his guises. He sees Ren is interested but shocked to learn his new friend is not from earth. Darzul knows it takes more than hot sex to build a partnership. While outside threats may force them to work together, that alone cannot forge a bond. Will they live long enough to accomplish their mission and become real partners?

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"