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A strange city. Shifting identities. No clear rules. Without Filters is a surreal exploration of existence told through movement, silence, and transformation.

depression

It's been 4 years. 4 years of misery. Being weighed down by the guilt, and the sleepless lonesome nights. A single drop of salty water dropped from my eyes on the photocard, followed by many other continuously. Yoona Park, an 18 years olds life story. How she shows she is fine but she ain't.

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But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But the plural is not the, this, or thim! G grammarly - ADAPTED FROMBut the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But the plural is not the, this, or thim! G grammarly - ADAPTED FROMBut the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes. One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese, Yet the plural of moose should never be meese. You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice, Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice. If the plural of man is always called men, Why shouldn't the plural of pan be called pen? If I speak of my foot and show you my feet, And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet? If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth, Why shouldn't the plural of booth be called beeth? Then one may be that, and three would be those, Yet hat in the plural would never be hose, And the plural of cat is cats, not cose. We speak of a brother and also of brethren, But though we say mother, we never say methren. Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him, But the plural is not the, this, or thim! G grammarly - ADAPTED FROM

"Now everyone you love will die!!!" the villain yelled out. and pushed a button, showing many many different places.... including the VILLAIN'S LAIR?!?! "...." "yeah.... about that... let me explain." I said. - Two people, both sworn nemesis, and best friends. How? Why? I guess you will just have to find out. Read it. It's like 4 chapters long right now.

Miraverde, 2005. A city where people with money have everything—except control. They do whatever the fuck they want. Tato Martins decides tonight is the perfect night to steal one of his father’s cars. A car that costs more than the average middle-class salary. He’s fifteen, no license, but that’s not a problem. Because in Miraverde, the nights are long and the rules? Optional if you’re a rich kid. Welcome to Big Night, Big City, a story about rich teenagers diving headfirst into a dark, new world. A world that will drag them right to the edge of the abyss.

One day in Pangea, the sun fell and never came back up. Under the everlasting night sky, mystical and ethereal creatures appeared, powerful enough to wipe out hundreds of humans in seconds, and attacked. Millions of humans perished, and cities fell, replaced with small colonized encampments spread out across the single landmass. Until...in the dark sky, after exactly a month, the full moon finally appeared. A lucky...or unlucky few standing under the moon that day received a crescent sigil above their heart. From that day on, those marked individuals began receiving dreams...too real to be fake. And, one day, when they awoke, their dreams had come to life. Had a chest appeared in your dream? The very next day, you would run into it while looking for food in a forest. After traversing their dreams, both in sleep and in the real world, and solving them, they were granted Illusions, or supernatural powers, depending on their original dream. For the first time in history, humans could resist and fight back. Five years have passed since the first full moon, and Lux finds himself sitting under a moon...not just any moon, but a blood moon. However, his dream's mystery is far from...ideal.

The Lightreign is a mysterious force that bestows supernatural powers on those known as the Lightblessed, potential candidates for the throne of a fallen kingdom that used to rule the world but was destroyed in a multi-sided bid for the throne known as the Ruler’s War. — Read Lightreign now, exclusively on Webnovel!

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?"