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Adult concept dealing with moral ethics and tradition. It is aimed at hitting core beliefs and developing relationships. Unfortunately, there is no book jacket as of yet; however, I can offer this: Picture a large ranch remodeled to house mental patients who were given insulin-injected therapy. It also involves mortuary cannibalism and Kuru. As of yet, Soup Kitchen is not finished, so it will be entered in sectional increments. I hope that you will find this a thought-provoking concept. The story's aim is to try to get you, dear reader, to wonder when does what one would consider morally unethical gets lost in the beauty of tradition...? Please know, that this project was started a few years ago. Page wise, it's about 115 of a Word document with a word count close to 80,000. I look forward to insight as it gets a critical go-over by me. Bwa, ha, ha... I apologize for the vague description. It's easier for me to just ask that one reads it, and I'll be more than happy to answer any questions. Thank you for your time and consideration. Respectfully yours, -Jenn :)

It's anything but normal in 2017. Some people seem normal in society, others....not so much. Blemished Soup with Garlic is a collection of short stories with narrators beyond the status quo. Some are trapped in places they never wished to be in, others becomes witnesses of madness, and the remaining, well, best let the stories do the talking.

The Pret Atma Story In a small, quiet village surrounded by thick forests and endless fields, there was an old mansion that everyone feared. People called it “Bhoot Bangla,” but its real name had long been forgotten. No one in the village went near it after sunset, and even during the day, children were warned never to play around it. The reason was simple—villagers believed that the house was cursed and that a Pret Atma (ghost spirit) lived inside it. The mansion stood at the edge of the village, half-broken and swallowed by wild plants. Its windows were cracked, its doors creaked even when there was no wind, and its walls carried a strange silence that made people uncomfortable. Long ago, it had belonged to a wealthy family, but one night, something terrible happened inside, and since then, no one dared to live there again. Many stories circulated in the village about what exactly happened. Some said there was a murder, others believed it was a family betrayal, and a few elders whispered that dark rituals were performed in the house. But everyone agreed on one thing—after that night, strange things began to happen. People reported hearing footsteps in empty rooms, soft crying sounds in the middle of the night, and shadows moving behind broken windows. Despite all these warnings, a young man named Arjun did not believe in ghosts. He was a city boy, practical and logical, who had come to the village to visit his ancestral land after many years. He laughed when villagers told him not to go near the mansion. “There is no such thing as ghosts,” he said confidently. “These are just old stories to scare children.” The villagers tried to stop him, but Arjun was stubborn. One evening, as the sun began to set and the sky turned orange and red, he decided to visit the mansion. He took a flashlight and walked alone towards the dreaded building. As he approached, the atmosphere began to change. The air felt colder, and the sounds of birds disappeared completely. Even the wind seemed to stop. The mansion loomed in front of him like a giant shadow swallowing the fading light. For a moment, Arjun felt a strange hesitation, but he shook it off and stepped inside. The front door was slightly open, creaking loudly as he pushed it. Inside, the air was heavy and smelled of dust and something else he could not identify. The flashlight beam cut through the darkness, revealing broken furniture, torn curtains, and spider webs hanging from the ceiling. Every step he took made the wooden floor groan as if the house itself was complaining. “Hello?” Arjun called out, trying to sound brave. His voice echoed strangely, as if it was not alone in the room. There was no answer. Only silence. He walked further inside, checking each room. Everything looked abandoned, yet strangely untouched, as if time had stopped here. In one room, he found a large mirror covered with a white cloth. Something about it made him uneasy. The cloth seemed too clean compared to the rest of the dusty house. Ignoring the feeling, he moved upstairs. The staircase was narrow and unstable. Halfway up, he heard something—a soft whisper. He stopped immediately and turned his flashlight around. Nothing was there. “Probably wind,” he muttered to himself. But then came the sound again. This time clearer. It sounded like someone calling his name. “Ar…jun…” He froze. His heartbeat increased. Slowly, he turned back, but the staircase behind him looked empty. Gathering courage, he continued upstairs. The whispering stopped. At the top floor, there were three rooms. The doors were slightly open, as if inviting him inside. He pushed the first door. The room was empty except for a broken bed. The second room had old paintings hanging crookedly on the wall. But it was the third room that caught his attention. The door was tightly closed. As he reached for the handle, the temperature suddenly dropped. His breath became visible in the air. His hand trembled slightly, but he opened the door. Inside th

yes the book cover is ai generated i am bad at art good at stories. it is a story about a guy that well is hurting in a way never seen before.

Chadathan, or π, is an average boy in a plain school until a mÿš†ęrÿ ßøÿ arrives at his school. Emotional shenanigans ensue.

Old farmer Mayonnaise was a regular village folk. He ploughed his field in the morning, had lunch his loving beautiful wife Kimchi made in the afternoon, toiled again and came home back home to his happy family. He never has any complaints about anything as long as he and his family had warm beds to sleep and food to fill their bellies. But everything turned tipsy turvy the day his beautiful daughter turned 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

All dressed beautifully in white; Chelsea was beaming diamonds, she was getting married to the best man in the world Prince William and soon she would be a princess. This was like a dream come true and all these was getting captured live on television channels world wide and obviously nothing was going to go wrong. “Do you Miss Chelsea Hudson take Prince Matthew William to be your lawfully wedded husband in front of the people of England and the Church of England as your witness till death do you apart?” “Yes I do Sir” She gave the biggest smile she could towards her Prince who was smiling too much did. Out of habit she was feeling jittery but just brushed it off as wedding fever. The officiating minister turned to face Prince William and with controlled fear in his eyes he asked the Prince the question he has been dreading all his life as an officiating minister. “And do you Prince Matthew William of England take Miss Chelsea Hudson to be your lawfully wedded wife in front of the people of England and the Church of England as your witness till death do you apart?” With a bright smile,” No Sir.”, there was murmurs everywhere, this had never happened in the history of England before. Everyone knew how heartless Prince William could be but not in the presence of the body of the Church of England. “If you’d all permit me, I’ll take my leave now I have important business to attend to”. Damn what business could be more important than the wedding. He hands the ring to his best man and walks out of the church. Chelsea felt downcast, the whole world was watching this drama unfold and unfortunately for her she happened to be the center of attraction. Having nothing else to do there, she ran out of the church drenched in her tears. As though called, a taxi pulls over and she hops in without another alternative; she is taken straight to her house but after alighting, blinded with tears she doesn’t say a word and rushes into her apartment. The clouds cried with her that night, 31st December 2014. At exactly 12:00pm, when everyone was making their new year’s resolutions she made hers; Prince William was going to be taught a lesson a lesson. How she will do it that was still on hold.

Famous, Strong, Active, Smart, and Gorgeous—was blinded by the beauty of love. Savannah, the perfect angle of and ideal woman—a perfect angel that fails to protect her own identity. Everyone can love, but not everyone will love. Will Savannah find her true love? Will just continue her life without deep affection? let's find out! ___________________________ Language: Tagalog/English

In This World of secrets and mysteries where curses and cursed object can lead one to absolute ruin or an overpowered stride joing Xavion in his quest, with his fate unknown let's all watch his growth

Tasha-Motherfucking-Brown. That was the name. Never forget it. Lustful plump lips, dark brown eyes, and skin that was smoother than butter. Tall, curvy and an attitude ready to bite. Idris Romano-Creed. The second. Let it ease into your mind. Exotic grayish-brown eyes, thick voluptuous lips and the darkest shade of brown skin that shines. Tall, charismatic, with a Greek ancient god's body. One of them is a devil in disguise, and the other is a mysterious figure extremely cunning. When these two meet, the world will burn. Tasha thinks he's quite a sexy asshole. Idris knows her attitude needs fixing. So what's he gonna do about it?