pastoral fiction

Lu Lingxi died. As a child born by his parents through precise genetic matching, for eighteen years of his life, he lived entirely for his brother, who had leukaemia. He was his brother’s shadow, a “medicine reserve bank” for his brother’s treatment needs. Umbilical cord blood, stem cells, bone marrow… whenever his brother needed it, he would have no choice but to quietly lie on the operating table. Until the last time, when his brother needed a kidney and he never came off the operating table. When he opened his eyes again, Lu Lingxi became a teenager with the same name Lu Lingxi. Freed from the shackles of his fate, he possesses the mysterious ability to communicate with plants. Raising flowers, gardening and running a farm, Lu Lingxi begins a very different life!

Lu Lingxi died.As a child born by his parents through precise genetic matching, for eighteen years of his life, he lived entirely for his brother, who had leukaemia. He was his brother's shadow, a "medicine reserve bank" for his brother's treatment needs.Umbilical cord blood, stem cells, bone marrow whenever his brother needed it, he would have no choice but to quietly lie on the operating table.Until the last time, when his brother needed a kidney and he never came off the operating table.When he opened his eyes again, Lu Lingxi became a teenager with the same name Lu Lingxi.Freed from the shackles of his fate, he possesses the mysterious ability to communicate with plants.Raising flowers, gardening and running a farm, Lu Lingxi begins a very different life!

a monster, that was for them, my family and friends, they were gone, because of me. I became someone who didn't deserve to be named, who deserved to be killed. to go back to another life and relive my past, it was something that one day had to happen.

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Estos relatos, historias, pensamientos, ideas o como las quieras llamar están basados en el talento de muchas personas de las cuales he podido aprender y a las cuales he tenido la dicha de observar y conocer a lo largo de mi vida, por ellas es posible narrar estas historias, ya que me han permitido indagar, analizar sus acciones, decisiones y pensamientos; que los condujeron a tales aptos o acciones ante las difíciles circunstancias y obstáculos; algunos nombres han sido cambiados en el proceso de narración para proteger la privacidad y las verdaderas identidades de quienes son parte importante de estas historias, a ellas les agradezco por su apoyo y por haber compartido y convivido con migo atraves de los años estas historias, ideas, pensamientos, ideales, leyendas e historias personales. Algunos de los sucesos descritos son producto y el resultado de la imaginación que aún vive en mí, aunque les parezca sencillo; (redactar, narrar, detallar, recordar e idear diferentes personajes), les confieso que no lo es, para mí todo esto a sido nuevo y comprendo un poco a todos aquellos que han escrito y publicado algo en sus vidas. Esto no lo hago por sentirme superior a nadie, es todo lo contrario, al convivir con muchas personas he aprendido de ellas y siempre termino asombrado por cada una de ellas, les agradezco de corazón, porque aunque no lo crean hacen parte de mis recuerdos y estoy seguro que siempre estarán allí. Como escritor de estas sumas destacadas de letras, palabras, frases, párrafos, historias, hojas y demás, me declaro una persona parcial, porque el realizar este tipo de actividad resulta ser algo magnifico, además después de un tiempo cuando vuelva a leer o releer las narraciones aquí plasmadas, me asombrare de lo que una vez escribí. Dejare el juicio de su valor a aquellos que compartan con migo estos escritos y les pido que al final me otorguen sus apreciaciones, que yo las apreciare tal vez más que un tesoro. Atte:   ː̗̀†̣̣̇ː̖́ = D£SV= ː̗̀†̣̣̇

"andai dulu kita ga kenal, mungkin gue ga akan sesulit ini lepasin lo" -jesica "shit! kenapa gue lepasin cewe sebaik dia!" -elang _______________________ "lang lo pilih gue kan?" pertanyaan yang membuatnya menyesal telah melepaskan gadis yang berharga itu.

Manusia membawa ikatan yang terjalin secara tak kasat mata saat terlahir ke dunia. Ikatan yang akan membawa hidup menuju jalan yang ditakdirkan, jalinan kuat yang terus menjadi bayang dimana pun kita berada. "Aku tak pernah membenci hidupku, dari awal semua sudah ditakdirkan untukku. Beruntung atau sial aku tak peduli. Ikatan itu mungkin terikat kuat, hingga rasanya sulit untuk bernapas. Tapi karena ini aku, aku tak peduli. Aku akan melepasnya dengan semua usaha yang ku punya". Saat memilih untuk berhenti berlari, bukankah lebih baik untuk istirahat sejenak?, atau setidaknya kita bisa berjalan perlahan. Tak apa, asal jangan berhenti. Karena bahagia masih menunggu dengan sabar di ujung sana.

She gave her heart. He gave his silence. Twenty years later, she still writes to him in her mind—hoping he might read between the lines. The Past Hasn’t Passed is a deeply emotional novel about Yuli, a woman torn between what was and what will never be. Through poetic memories, flashbacks, and raw reflections, she takes the reader through a love story that never found closure. A novel for anyone who ever had to say goodbye twice—once in life, and once in their heart. And the only question that lingers, page after page: Chris… did you ever love me?

No alto de uma favela do complexo do alemão em um local pero do teleférico Itararé, uma pequena casa situada exatamente sob os cabos de um teleférico se tornou objeto de cobiça. A casa pertence a Alexandre. O que deveria ser apenas um lugar simples para viver se transforma no centro de uma conspiração silenciosa quando um grupo de famílias envolvidas com crime decide que aquele imóvel é valioso demais para permanecer nas mãos dele. Liderados por um homem chamado Borrelia, um criminoso que construiu uma reputação violenta dentro da comunidade, eles montam uma rede clandestina de vigilância. Casas vizinhas viram pontos de observação. Câmeras aparecem nos becos. Celulares circulam mostrando imagens de ruas e escadas. Mas Borrelia e seus aliados não trabalham sozinhos. Por trás deles existe uma rede maior — homens que se apresentam como seguranças ou detetives particulares, mas que parecem ter conexões com políticos, policiais e empresários. Esses líderes invisíveis enviam ordens. E cada ordem tem o mesmo objetivo: Transformar a vida de Alexandre em um inferno. Boatos são espalhados. Intimidações começam a acontecer nas ruas. Pequenas invasões silenciosas deixam sinais perturbadores dentro de sua casa. Enquanto isso, um sistema estranho começa a enviar mensagens automáticas para a rede de vigilância — alertas sobre os movimentos e reações de Alexandre que nem mesmo os criminosos conseguem explicar completamente. Naquela favela, todos estão observando alguém. E alguns sobrevivem se alimentando do medo dos outros. Eles vivem como parasitas.

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.