linear pulp fiction

Seperti sebuah persamaan linear —kadang-kadang jawapan cinta hanya ditemui selepas kita berani menyelesaikan semua pembolehubah yang menyakitkan. Raisya, 17 tahun, berpindah ke sebuah sekolah kampung demi melarikan diri daripada tekanan hidup lamanya — dan untuk mencari seseorang dari masa silam yang pernah menyelamatkannya. Di sekolah baharu, dia menjadi tumpuan semua orang, kecuali seorang pelajar bermasalah yang digelar gangster: Zack. Pertemuan tanpa kata membawa kepada gosip palsu pertunangan yang mengikat mereka dalam satu hubungan tidak dirancang. Di sebalik sikap dingin Zack tersembunyi seorang remaja genius yang terluka, manakala Raisya pula menyimpan rahsia kelam yang belum terungkai. Di bawah cahaya bulan dan kunang-kunang sawah padi, dua jiwa yang berbeza mula saling memahami. Namun, persoalan terbesar masih menghantui Raisya — adakah Zack lelaki misteri yang pernah menyelamatkannya tiga tahun lalu? Sebuah kisah romantik remaja, tentang cinta yang lahir daripada salah faham… dan takdir yang tidak pernah tersilap memilih.

welcome to Hallow, Junx whatever, were monsters and all creatures of the dimensions linear world come out or are spat out, here, normalization doesn't exist, but what is a human doing here for hell sake! "This world has numerous secrets, some are dangerous, other are fascinating, come and explore Hallow with all of us, if you die, then be it" said Scot

In a world where memories are extracted and weaponized, a traumatized girl and her guilt-ridden brother are pulled into a covert war against parasitic beings undermining civilization—forcing them to choose between destroying the origin of magic itself or preserving their power at the cost of humanity’s freedom. This is the linear version of the story, so you will spend more time with each perspective before switching to the next.

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!?

The year is 2022. A black hole has slowly passed by earth and consumed it breaking apart organic and inorganic matter alike into cosmic dust. The laws of science ordinarily at work with no prejudice. As the seas and earth begin to be sucked past the event horizon the people of earth stare at the edges of the primordial beast. Taking in consideration it is probably no larger than the planets core, twice as big as the moon in comparison. The feeling it gives off is unexplainable. An innate pressure and the feeling that it is not there at the same time. Volcanos and tornadoes of godly proportion is now all is seen on the horizon. A rumbling of the earth crust as it breaks into the sky dashes all hope of survival. People are losing their grip on the ground as in turn they get sucked away passing through the void. But there is still air in the void the atmosphere taking on characteristics of a funnel. Unlike theory everyone is not getting crushed but pass through a very thin film on the very edge of the event horizon and lose consciousness. That is truly where this story begins.

This is a story of reincarnation. Of survival. And of the world. Signs. A gift given to humanity's faithful by the God of Creation. The power that allows mankind to perform supernatural feats. All the elements of nature, are within mankind's grasp. Crafts. A gift given to honor humanity's hard work by the Goddess of Salvation. The power that rewards mankind's work and dedication, propels them further beyond the limits. With these powers, mankind has prospered. They weathered tragedies after tragedies. Civilization falls and rebuilds. When one future ends, another begins. There is seemingly no end to humanity's light. Nothing can stop them from growing stronger than ever before. Or so it seems. When faced with impossible odds, what would mankind do? When faced with certain death, what would mankind choose? If it's them... what would they do? A vagrant. Living a life bereft of meaning, he adventures and discovers. With nothing inside him, he went along the waves of life. A warrior. Left behind by everything she held dear, she goes wherever her strength allows her. To where? For whose sake? She does not know. Nor does she care. A mage. With nothing on her name, she strives. Alone, she works. To carve her soul upon the annals of history, she would sacrifice everything for her dream. A scholar. Drowning in his thirst for knowledge. He shunned everyone and everything that he used to hold dear. For nothing could be as fulfilling as making the unknown known. When the fate of the world unknowingly falls upon their hands... What would they become? This is their journey. This is his story. What end will those eyes see? What future will those hands grasp? Nobody shall know. But I can only hope... That their future will be a kind one. [Author's Note: I will be using Indonesian honorifics throughout this story. If you see some words you do not recognize, they might be Indonesian Honorifics. Here are some of them that I often use: Kak (Kakak): Very versatile. It can be used on both male and female. Usually used to refer to someone that's young. Can also be used to refer to older siblings or someone that is older than you. Dik/Dek (Adik): Used to refer to someone younger than you. Usually used for younger siblings. Mas: Usually used to refer to males. Can be used for both old and young males. Mbak: Usually used to refer to females. Can be used for both old and young females. Pak (Bapak): Used to refer to older males or fatherly parental figures. Bu (Ibu): Used to refer to older females or motherly parental figures. Om (Om-om): Used to refer to somewhat older males.]

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.

Gusto mo bang bumalik sa nakaraan? Kung makakabalik ka naman, may babaguhin ka ba? Handa ka bang panindigan at pagbayaran ang mga kahihinatnan nito? Samahan si Zech na tuklasin ang nakaraan, pigilang mangyari ang nararapat, at alamin ang dahilan kung bakit siya nakabalik

500 years in the future of our Aldrin's favorite game. How will a young man, who has only ever played video games adapt to a whole new world that has been set before his very eyes. A rapidly changing world and a advancing society can he cope with its changes or be left behind. Only He has the answers

*Yavaş Tempo Tarihsel Fantezi Roman* Elise, yatağının köşesinde duran elbiseyi giymeye hazırlanırken kapısından hafifçe gelen bir tıklatma duydu. Merakla kapı kolunu çevirdi ve karşısında uzun boylu bir adamın dikildiğini gördü. "Efendi Ian!" diye seslendi. Ian her zamanki muzip gülümsemesiyle gülümsedi. Kızıl gözleri odanın içinde gezindi ve yatağın üzerindeki siyah elbiseyi fark edip bakışlarını önündeki kadına çevirdi. İleriye doğru bir adım attı ve konuştu. "Bu elbiseyi nereden edindin?" "Bay Harland bana verdi." Elise cevapladı ve boynunu uzatarak Ian'ın zarifçe çatılmış kaşlarını görmeye çalıştı. "Bir erkeğin bir kadına neden elbise vermek istediğini biliyor musun?" Cevaplamadan önce iki kere düşünmesi gereken bir bilmece sordu. Fakat bu sefer, cevap bulamadı ve bunun yerine başını salladı. "Bilmiyorum." Gülüşü büyüleyici bir hal aldı, sanki sahip olduğu kızıl gözlerin derinliklerinde bir şeyler kıpırdanmıştı. Yavaşça elini elbisesinin yakasına doğru kaydırdı, dondurucu sıcaklığı nedeniyle onu bir an için irkiltecek soğuk bir ürperti gönderdi. Yakasındaki ilk iki düğmeyi açtıktan sonra, başını eğdi ve kulağına fısıldadı. "Çünkü o kumaşı çıkaracak kişi onlar olmak isterler." Duraksadı ve boynunu öptü, soluk teni kızartarak, sonra hamlesini geri çekerek gözlerini ona dikti ve ağır ağır cevapladı. "Ne yazık ki, orada bu elbiseyi giyemezsin." Kıkırdadı ve eline bir kutu verdi. "Ve iyi haber şu ki, senin için bir elbise hazırladım." Elise hayaletleri görebilen lanetli küçük bir kızdı. Ailesi ondan nefret ederdi ve onu bir evlat edinen aileden diğerine göndermişti. Ancak, talihsizlik tek başına hareket etmedi. Halası tarafından büyütüldüğünde, köle olarak satıldı. Büyücü için bir kurbandan başka bir şey olmayacağını düşündüğünde, normal bir mitolojik varlıktan çok farklı bir kimliğe sahip bir adam tarafından kurtarıldı.