doraemon references

PROLOGUE: WRITING A SET OF all possible character strings. All possible books would be contained in that. Most unfortunately though, there is no guarantee whatsoever you would be able to find within it the book you were hoping for. It could be you might find a string of characters saying, “This is the book you were hoping for.” Like right here, now. But of course, that is not the book you were hoping for. I haven’t seen her since then. I think she’s most likely dead. After all, it has been hundreds of years. But then again, I also think this. Noticing her as she gazes intently into the mirror, the room in disarray; it is clear that centuries have flowed by, or some such. And she, perhaps, has finished applying her makeup, and she is getting up and is going out to look for me. Her eyes show no sign of taking in the fact that the house has been completely changed, destroyed around her. The change was gradual, continuing, and even long ago she was not very good at things like that. As far as she is concerned, that is not the sort of thing one has to pay attention to. Not that she is aware, but it seems so obvious, she doesn’t need to care about it. Have we drowned, are we about to drown, are we already finished drowning, are we not yet drowning? We are in one of those situations. Ofcourse, it could be that we will never drown. But think about it. I mean, even fish can drown. I remember her saying meanly, “If that’s the case, you must be the one from the past.” It is true of course. Everybody comes out of the past; it’s not that I’m some guy who comes from some particular past. Even when that is pointed out, though, she shows no sign of backing down. “It’s not as if I came out of some bizarro past,” she said. That’s how she and I met. Writing it down this way, it doesn’t seem like anything at all is about to happen, right? Between her and me, I mean. As if something could ever really happen. As if something continues to happen that might ever make something else happen. I am repeating myself, but I haven’t seen her since then. She promised me, with a sweet smile, that I would never see her again. For the short time we were together, we tried to talk about things that really meant something to us. Around that time there were a lot of things that were all mixed up, and it was not easy to sort out what was really real. There might be a pebble over there, and when you took your eyes off it it turned into a frog, and when you took your eyes off it again it turned into a horsefly. The horsefly that used to be a frog remembered it used to be a frog and stuck out its tongue to try to eat a fly, and then remembered it used to be a pebble and stopped and crashed to the ground. With all this going on, it’s really important to know what’s really real and what’s not. “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived boys and girls.” “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived no boy and no girl.” “Once upon a time…lived.” “Lived.” “Once upon a time.” From beginning to end, we carried on this back-and-forth process. For example, in this dialogue, we were somehow finally mutually able to comeup with this kind of compromise statement: “Once upon a time, somewhere, there lived a boy and a girl. There may have been lots of boys, and there may have been lots of girls. There may have been no boys at all, and there may have been no girls at all. There may even have been no one at all. At any rate there is little chance there were equal numbers of each. That is unless there had never been anybody at all anyway.” That was our first meeting, she and I, and of course it meant we would never see each other again. I was making my way in the direction she had come from, and she was headed in the direction I had come from, and this is a somewhat important point; you must realize this walking had to be,

After another Horrible day at school, Nobita finally snaps.. His friends regret and tried to apologize. But a dangerous being gets in their way. What's his relations with Nobita? Will the others save the broken boy? -~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-~- It's my first novel, please leave a review, and my English is not good so i apologize for any mistakes! Please leave a review! THE NOVEL IS COMPLETED

In a parallel universe of Doraemon, Nobita who lost his everything to the demons and magical beasts which started running rampant and killing many people. Even then he managed survive for 16 whole years, which only gave him more misery and as he watched his loved ones die and died while fighting the same breed he finds himself 16 years back, 12 years old.So...will he be able to protect his loved ones this time around. Come and follow him in his journey to the top.

this is an original fanfic story of the anime series Doraemon

He couldn't remember how it became this way. He didn't asked this to happen. He didn't want this to happen. But if fate want it this way then so be it .....

character get recarneted into the the doramon world by Lord vishnu with some which in every fanfic novel

Imagine if doraemon left suddenly For some reason and wasn't able to come back. Imagine....what if Nobita can't see him again, what do you think will happen? .....will nobita broke down or will he overcome all the trials in life so that he can see his friend again and laugh with him together like old times ,Play with him, cry with him, Talk to him.....again Les's see how will Nobita make his choice in life...decisions that will change his life, Mistakes he will make That will force him to quit , Fears he will face the fears he dare not to look at, everything he will do to achieve his dream. Let's join this journey and see if he can. (And one more thing this series is a continuation of a series "Doraemon: Nobita's life after doraemon left" another author left in the middle and after years of waiting i decided to just do it myself i may be lacking but i do hope you all will help me by providing feedback.)

A clichê mob character dies in a clichê form from truck-kun and like others clichês he goes to another world with a not-clichê cheat of becoming stronger by making references to his previous world.Now our MC goes around the world with his harem and helping people and killing monsters.

This is not about me , not you , not even dark its all about brutality which is known as DODORO the great !!

A story about a Boy who's mother gives her life to save his life. And her love becomes a blessing for him as a system for survive and become kind and timid to dominant and savage. Follow Max's life story to become something which we all want sometimes in ourlife.