theatre fiction

On May 19, 2013, in the final round of the Premier League, Manchester United played out a thrilling 5-5 draw against West Brom. Despite the dramatic result, the 2012-13 Premier League trophy returned to Old Trafford, marking the end of a triumphant season. But the real shockwaves came after the match. At a packed press conference, Sir Alex Ferguson, the legendary manager who had just completed his 1,500th game in charge of Manchester United, made two stunning announcements that sent the football world into a frenzy. First, he revealed his retirement, marking the end of an era that had defined English football for over two decades. Second, he named his chosen successor: Tiger King. The announcement left the football world in disbelief. Who was Tiger King? Where had he come from? And why had Ferguson, the most successful manager in football history, entrusted him with the future of Manchester United? On that day, the footballing landscape changed forever. The only question on everyone’s mind was: Who is Tiger King?

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A Dream so far away yet so close, I finally got it, I got it, I got my theater, now what should I do, ahh I have got it, I will continue making masterpieces. My Sad endings are masterpieces, especially in this world, everyone is speechless once they hear my story I think they might be in love, even the super people come here just so they can listen to my stories, I will defiantly become super famous. [AN note:this is my second novel and I have started using an app to make the grammar and misspelling less frequent, also all criticism about the novel is open and please tell me how can I be better at writing, I am all ears and stay safe and bye]

To the pawn lead on a trail of blood, mystery was an unfair game. Being placed in the body of a supposed murderer, moments after the act, is not a typical situation. And to prove one's innocence after the fact isn't a simple ordeal, not when the meaning of guilt is twisted, used as a dagger to plunge into the heart of any defiance. Is Jun the only fool? The disposable pawn replaced at the first sign of failure? His consciousness swapped out for mine, dragged in from another plane of existence. My doppelganger, is he the only fool? Or was this his escape? Am I not a fool? In an age of churning gears and steam engines that billowed columns of smoke high into the sky, one would think a murder would not require a supernatural cause. A revolver, would be enough. But why is that not the case? Why did Jun feel the need to run? If it was that simple, I wouldn't be this. This monstrous creature. This mangled, disjointed hound. Fueled by chaos. But alas, my role is to entertain.     Do not be misguided, for this is not the legacy of the fool, but his replacement, the jester. -------------------------------------------- The cover art is by me, of course. @parart.me

She wasn’t born. She was performed. ——————————————- Behind the curtains of a forgotten theatre, a masked performer acts out the same tragedy every night — to an empty room. But when a bleeding girl with broken wings and a bloodstained axe appears in the shadows, everything begins to unravel. She calls herself Ember. She says she knows him. She says he called her into existence. And the scariest part is — she might be right. As the stage begins to collapse and the ghosts of his former selves rise from the audience, the performer is forced to confront the truth: Ember isn’t a stranger. She’s what he buried. What he tried to erase. What he burned alive to survive. Now she wants the final act. ———————————————— A gothic psychological descent into identity, obsession, and the art of self-destruction, The Theatre of Hollow Things is a story for anyone who has ever felt like their skin was a costume, like their voice belonged to someone else, or like their pain was mistaken for performance. This is not a story about becoming someone new. This is about dying into who you really are.

People have strayed away from myths, as they are regarded as nothing but a relic from the past. But what if the very same myth written thousands of years back in the past came back from the long slumber? Dewey, a journalist for a local newspaper agency found himself to be a host of a demon named Gaap, forced to fight other 71 hosts of demons against his will. The curtain of a cruel play is about to rise, an unavoidable bloodbath, witness a battle to claim the title of the true king.

"Dr K.J Alexander" Everyone held their breaths. They all expected either a gorgeous woman or an handsome man to take the stage but they got both. As far as everyone knew this award was for a single person so why is it two people climbing the stage now. Was there a mistake somewhere? Who is the actual winner of the award ? Who is the actual "Boss of the Operating Theatre?"

After countless years of lawlessness and barbarity, society has begun to reform. Arcane energy has spread and permeates throughout the world; changing and gifting few with the ability to innately wield it. The apocalypse caused the world to become completely devastated. Reshaping continents creating new oceans. Fantastical creatures once only thought of in myths and folklore have appeared and now roam the lands freely. The technology we know of has completely disappeared only few remnants of the past remain in the deepest ruins. Civilization has reached a medieval age in which although grimy isn’t completely filthy. Some archaic yet modern concepts still exist. People throughout the city-states fear the unknown. The few nomads and vagabonds who have somewhat adapted to the changed world have forgotten their ways in order to become accepted. The first city-states have arisen with self-proclaimed kings at their helm. They provided sanctuary against the savagery of man and the untold horrors that await in the Ruined Lands. The new faiths that crept into city-states heathenize and hunt down the people who wield arcane energy. Within the vagabonds and nomads who flock to the city-states seeking a safer life, few gifted recluses must masquerade themselves to avoid prosecution. A young girl born from a nomadic clan must rise from nothing to become one who can overcome all. Protecting those who she cherishes against prosecution for their mystic abilities. Seeking to explore the world and find foreign lands. (Note : Currently Releasing 3+ Chapters a Day)

There are stories that pass like smoke—soft, forgettable, unanchored. The Tithe is not one of them. This story lingers. It lives beneath the skin, not because it wishes to be remembered, but because it refuses to be forgotten. It comes from the places we do not speak of, from the hush in a room just after something terrible has happened, and just before anyone dares to say its name. The village in these pages does not exist. The people here are not real. And yet… you may recognize them. You may hear the bell, faint and far away. You may find yourself holding your breath. This tale is not about heroes. It is not about salvation. It is about what we are asked to give—and what is taken instead. It is about the cost of seeing, and the burden of remembering. If you’ve come looking for safety, turn back. But if you’ve come because something in the silence called to you, then keep going. Some truths will only let themselves be known in the dark

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?"