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Two different souls, from two different worlds...yet, so similar like the same poles of a magnet... He lived the life of carnage - filled with danger and blood. She lived the life of a bird in a cage - safe and sheltered. His life was fucked up. He was a mess made of shackles of betrayal and pain, on his way to become next ruler of the Knight Crime Empire, one of the most dangerous Mafia empires in the world. She had a secret she couldn't bring herself to spill, being silenced by the man she had once trusted, that ultimately made her chose solitude and loneliness to feel safer. Other than this, her life was as simple as it could get, with her in her last year of highschool, on her way to become a valedictorian. Their worlds were like light and dark, like the two sides of a coin. And yet, they weren't so different at all. It was as if the two sides of the coin had been engraved with the same number and symbol., only being separated by the thin wall of metal in between. People were afraid to even look him in the eye and she scared half the school population with her chilling glare and unapproachable look. She knew pain, how it felt to be completely helpless and alone, barely keeping herself from drowning in the shallows of broken promises and truths. He was drowning too, the weight of his past pulling him down. Their actions were carefully calculated yet impulsive, with their anger an armour on their hearts. A reflection. That's what they were. Of each other. See, it's like this - If she is a star, her light brilliant and dazzling, hot anger bubbling on the surface, then he's an exact replica of her with the exact same bright and dazzling light, his anger at the world like the scorching fire and heat. What happens when these two clash? Their equally cold and distant gazes meet? Let me tell you - Fire burns. Gravity draws them close and for once, they can't bear to resist it until their worlds collide, secrets are unleashed and they're forced to chose what they don't want to. Because what good comes out when stars collide?

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!?

Discovering haunted stories is one of Jei's hobby, suddenly figuring out a rumor regarding a man wearing a yellow shirt, without knowing this ghostly story would change her life for good. Will her interest disappear upon experiencing the outcome of meeting this rumor for herself?

We've all seen and read different love stories tragic stories , complicated ones and heart felt ones but have you ever seen one that started with a T-shirt , I bet you haven't "If someone would have told me a year ago that I'd be marrying the love of my life if I wished for it I would have believed them I spent my whole life dreaming for love but I guess I'm not meant for it at least I have this signed T-shirt by my favorite artist Charm its my prized possession" "All I do is paint ,take pictures , smile for the camera and pretend to perfect after all I'm charm I ought to be a sweetheart I'm done with this stuff this blue T-shirt will be the last thing I'll ever sign "

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.

"I felt nothing— until his laughter made the silence unbearable." Selena is a bored little girl in a world that feels too heavy for her age. She laughs loudly, argues brilliantly, solves equations for fun—but inside, she carries an emptiness she can’t outrun. She isn’t searching for love. She isn’t searching for anyone. She’s just trying to find something—*anything*—interesting enough to drown out the question she hates the most: “Why are we even living?” And then one day… she finds it. Not in a book. Not in an idea. But in a person. A boy with the most ridiculously beautiful smile she has ever seen—one she almost admits is even better than hers. A boy who walks around in a black t-shirt as if he’s the universe’s main character. A boy whose laugh hits her harder than any feeling she remembers. Biel. Was that really his name? She wasn’t sure. But his friends said it loud enough for it to echo in her chest long after he walked away. From that moment on, she noticed him. Not intentionally. Not romantically. Not like the other girls with their giggles and whispers. Just… unconsciously. Effortlessly. Irritatingly. Until the boy in the black t-shirt became the one thing in her life she couldn’t ignore. “The Boy in the Black T-Shirt” is a quiet, rain-soaked story about unexpected feelings, accidental obsessions, and the way a single person can become the most interesting part of your world—long before you understand why. ---

Where do you find humanity if it is lost in humans, and where do you find a taste for life as long as you only hear about it, I realized that the enemy of man is in facing man, and where do you find freedom if it is bound by chains. --- And here everything ends. I truly wish that those who read humansvshumans would understand that this story is not just fantasy filled with battles, but it also touches on human reality and many values that only thoughtful minds will comprehend. ---

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A man who wanders around the great land unhindered. He was once called as the great protector or was he? A hypocrite protector who journey to what ever lands. Killing who he wants and saving who he likes. The three continents of Numan. a massive storm is brewing unbeknownst to all living there. /// I wrote the story as a third person perspective. /// English is not my first language or my mother tongue but I am seeking to improve on that area. I hope you give this novel of mine a chance by giving me a little bit of your time by reading the novel. I am fine with criticism.

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.