unesco literacy award 2022

Author(Me) want a achievements!

On the day I won the Best Newcomer Award, I broke up with my boyfriend. He, with his eyes rimmed in red, put aside his pride and begged me, "Can you not leave me? I will definitely get acting roles!" I turned wordlessly and got into a Rolls-Royce. Later, he became an internet sensation thanks to his superb acting in a web series. He proposed to me in public, vowing to love and dote on me as he did before. After our marriage, he forced me to watch him film every scene. I sat behind the camera, watching him and his rumored love interest embrace and kiss with abandon. I knew he wanted to make me suffer, but he didn't know that the web series that made him an overnight star was a role I had begged for him by donating a kidney to a powerful man's unforgettable past love. And now, this kidney has developed problems, and I do not have long to live.

If you had the power to traverse dimensional planes, what would you do first? Would you travel to worlds with unlimited possibilities, or gain unimaginable power?

After being cruelly murdered by my husband's white moonlight, my corpse was thrown under the bridge outside the villa. On the third day of my death, my son finally found me under the bridge. He stepped on the gravel, wiped the blood off my face with his small hands, and I did not blink. He held clear water to my pale lips, and I did not lick. He lay on my cold chest, listening to my long-silent heartbeat. Hao Hao panicked and used his phone watch to video call my actor husband who was doing a fashion show: "Dad, why is mom lying here all the time?" "Your mom is practicing her acting skills, ignore her! Tell your mom that whenever she is willing to admit her mistake, I will forgive her." After hanging up, my son stared at my corpse for a long time. He took off his small coat, gently covering my cold body: "Mom, this way it won't hurt."

After being brutally murdered by my wife's ex-boyfriend, my body was thrown under the bridge outside the villa. On the third day after my death, my daughter finally found me under the bridge. She stepped on the gravel and wiped the bloodstains off my face with her small hands, but I did not blink. She brought some clear water and fed it to my pale lips, but I did not lick it. She lay on my cold chest, listening to my heartbeat that no longer existed. Tiantian panicked and called my actress wife, who was on the runway, with her phone watch: "Mom, why does Dad keep lying here?" "Your dad is practicing his acting, don't worry about him! Tell your dad that whenever he's willing to admit his mistake, I'll forgive him." After hanging up the video call, my daughter stared at my corpse for a long time. She took off her small coat and gently covered my cold body, saying: "Dad, this way it won't hurt."

Jasmine is an award winning 21 year old, who is goal driven, adventurous, erotically weird, she mapped out a very long bucket list to achieve before she clocks 30,let's see how it goes with her....

Short story

There was no pain. Pain is a biological concept, a warning signal for organisms that can be repaired. What happened to me wasn't an injury; it was a suppression. One moment, I was crossing a rain-slicked street in a city whose name no longer matters, the air thick with the smell of ozone and cheap coffee. The next, reality buckled. It wasn't a truck, or lightning. It was as if the universe had blinked and I were a speck of dust caught in God's eyelid. The blackness that followed wasn't the absence of light. It was a blackness with weight, with texture. A pressurized ocean of nothingness. I don't know how long I floated there, if "time" and "being" were still applicable verbs. Then, the Entity manifested. It had no form. To describe it would be to impose human limitations upon it. It was a consciousness so vast that its mere thought generated gravity. Its voice didn't resonate in my nonexistent ears; It vibrated directly into the core of what remained of my consciousness, like the tolling of a bell the size of a solar system. "A CORRECTION," the Entity said. Its tone wasn't apologetic, but rather a statement of fact. "YOUR THREAD WAS PREMATURELY CUT BY A FLUCTUATION IN MY PACE. A DECIMAL ERROR IN THE COSMIC MATRIX." I was incapable of responding. Fear was too small for this place. "THE LAW OF BALANCE DEMANDS RESTITUTION. YOU CANNOT RETURN TO YOUR BROKEN TIMELINE. THE OPTIONS ARE DISSOLUTION INTO THE ETHER OR REINSERTION INTO A NEW FABRIC." Reincarnation. The choice was instinctive, the last desperate cry of life clinging to existence. "SO BE IT. YOU WILL CHOOSE THE STAGE." BUT YOU MUST ACCEPT THE COST FOR THE MISTAKE. THE UNIVERSE YOU ARE GOING TO IS FRAGILE. YOU WILL NEED WEIGHT TO ANCHOR IT. The Entity didn't give me a list of options. It simply instilled the gifts into my essence. And they felt like molten lead was being poured into my soul. First, the Structure. I felt my ghost pattern thicken, becoming impossibly hard. A biology engineered under a dying red sun, meant to drink the radiation of younger stars and convert it into divine power. But with it came weakness: dependence on that light and vulnerability to the radiation of its lost home, a stone that doesn't exist in the universe I am going to... perhaps. Second, the Archive. It was the most painful. It wasn't a data download. It was the opening of a dam. The complete knowledge of a civilization that had transcended matter and energy. Level 10. Equations for creating baby universes, the music of the spheres, the language of creation itself. My human mind screamed under the pressure. It was like trying to contain an entire ocean in a teacup. I would have to learn to filter, to ignore 99.9% of that cosmic noise just so I could think about how to tie my shoes without accidentally triggering a quantum collapse. Third, the Seed. A genetic promise. The absolute certainty of propagation. The guarantee that any union would result in offspring not only viable, but superior. A forced improvement of the species. In the void, this felt cold, clinical. A tool of biological domination. "FATE IS SET," the Entity boomed, its presence beginning to fade, leaving me alone with my new and terrible burden. "YOU WILL BE INSERTED INTO A POINT OF FRICTION. A LINEAGE ALREADY OVERLOADED WITH DESTINY." NOW IT WILL CARRY TWICE THE WEIGHT. The darkness began to spin. I felt an attraction, a dizzying fall toward a distant, cold point of light.

From the ashes of the apocalypse, one group rules the planet. Superheroes fight for the top spot, until they're one day dethroned by one man... Parents Guide: This title is rated 14+ for... Frequent/Mild Violence Infrequent/Intense Violence Frequent/Light Profanity Infrequent/Heavy Profanity Infequent/Light Sexual Content

When she opened her eyes, she had inexplicably returned to twenty years ago, the first day of the apocalypse escape. "Classmate, you're a Superpower User, right? How about considering joining our special operations squad?" Looking at the man opposite her with sparkling, charming eyes, Xie Ning heartlessly refused: "Thanks, I have a team." "Ah, what team do you have?" "No team." "Right, you're beautiful, so whatever you say is right. How about this, you join our squad, and I will accompany you through wind and rain, and go through fire and water with you to clear dungeons and kill monsters." "Every single day, year after year?" "Mhm! I will work hard to make money, and only for you. How does that sound?" Xie Ning: ... After being reborn, her small Space has turned into a large, mobile villa, and she originally just wanted to live her own quiet little life in peace. Never did she expect to attract such a clingy, devilishly charming man. Question: How does one heartlessly and coldly reject a charmer? Waiting online for an answer, it's quite urgent...