length of pulp fiction

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!?

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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.

A area for me to post small short stories and such, if you enjoy it, thanks! if not that's fine.

In a world where humans and aliens coexist, advanced technology has given rise to "lenses" – devices that enhance human abilities. These range from basic cognitive boosts to superhuman strength and even mystical powers derived from slain deities. This technological advancement has created a stark divide between the utopian, solar-punk city of Eden Reach and the impoverished, cyberpunk district of Gridlock. Eden Reach, a gleaming beacon of progress, enjoys the benefits of clean energy, advanced technology, and harmonious coexistence. Gridlock, however, remains a shadow of its former self, plagued by poverty, crime, and the remnants of a forgotten past. The story follows a group of rebels known as the "Dystopians," who operate from the shadows of Gridlock. They aim to steal powerful prototype lenses from Leviathan, the powerful organization that controls their distribution and use. This heist, however, will have unforeseen consequences, drawing them into a conflict that threatens to tear apart the fragile peace between Eden Reach and Gridlock, and unleash forces that could shatter the very foundations of their world.

World's with Legend having in them, With terrifyingly experts with infinite ambitions. But there was entitys who was above all, some says they was like deity, some say they was God, some say they was only legend. No one seen them they was only legend. Some say they avatars of single entity. Let's find out In this Endless Legend.

In einer Welt des ständigen Wettbewerbs strebt ein Mann nach der Spitze. In diesem neuen Genre VRMMORPG will er um jeden Preis der Stärkste werden. Die Klassen, die Rassen, die Startzonen, alles ist ein Geheimnis in "New Eden". Das Spiel kommt ohne ein Fitzelchen an Details auf den Markt. Das einzige, was angepriesen wurde, war die freie Wahl der Fähigkeiten. Unser Protagonist Alexander, Gamer-Tag Astaroth, hat schon immer davon geträumt, ein E-Sport-Athlet zu werden. Seine Eltern unterstützten seinen Traum, aber sie sind nicht mehr von dieser Welt. Er hat die feste Absicht, es in diesem neuen Spiel zu schaffen, wenn schon nicht für sich selbst, so doch zumindest, um ihr Andenken zu ehren. Da er keine Ahnung hat, wie er seinen Charakter spielen will, wählt Alexander die geheimnisvollste Startrasse. Wird dies sein Weg zum Erfolg oder sein Untergang sein? Der Spielassistent hat sicherlich das Letztere gedacht. "Mach, was du willst, junger Abenteurer. Ich möchte nur Folgendes hinzufügen. Komm nicht mit Beschwerden zurück, wenn du merkst, dass du die falsche Wahl getroffen hast", sagte die Elfe und sah ihn mit deutlichem Hass an. "Das werden wir ja sehen", erwiderte Alexander knapp. "Ich liebe Herausforderungen", fügte er hinzu. "Nun gut!", brummte die Elfe. "Ich wünsche dir das Abenteuer deines Lebens, so kurz es auch dauern mag", fügte er sarkastisch hinzu. Vor ihm liegt ein ungewisser Weg, der mit Prüfungen und Entbehrungen gefüllt ist. Aber eines ist in seinen Augen klar. Er wird der stärkste Spieler im Spiel werden, auch wenn er dafür über Berge von Leichen gehen muss. Vorbei sind die Zeiten, in denen er umsonst hart gearbeitet hat, jetzt geht es um alles oder nichts! Ich habe jetzt einen Discord, in dem ihr euch mit anderen Lesern und mir unterhalten könnt. Es gibt auch Kanäle, um über neue Waffen, Charaktere, Klassen oder Monster zu diskutieren, die ihr vielleicht entwerfen und in die Geschichte einbauen wollt. Ich werde immer die Person erwähnen, die diese Dinge entworfen hat, seid versichert. Der Link lautet https://discord.gg/68kPqbSFrN

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?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.