the vacant

Kim Mugen encounters a dark man in the alleyway, before he can say anything, the dark man begins telling Kim a story. “How a man once picked up an empty, blank book, once the man opened up the book he disappeared… entirely”. After the strange man told Kim the story, Kim ran away but when he looked back to see the strange man, he couldn’t see him… almost as if he had disappeared…. almost as he never existed…. Running to school, Kim found an empty cover book, he stood in disbelief and decided to open the book, in the book, Kim sees that the first page was moving, where he can feel the breeze that’s was coming out of the moving page. The book fell… not a person in sight… the book haven’t even move an inch and Kim… he is gone… almost as if he had disappeared into a new world… a world where stories and realities collide with one another.

Silas had known magic most of his life, thanks to his invisible friend Aarav. He knew about Dons and the crooked yet lavish lifestyles of killers. What Silas didn't know, however, was much more than he realized. There was far more magic and far more corruption in this world than he had anticipated. So what happens when these two things meet? Corruption and magic? The craving of power and seemingly unlimited power? Unfortunately, Silas was soon to find out.

Semua orang pasti mendambakan kisah cinta yang manis. Dan tentu akan terasa menyenangkan rasanya jika cinta itu berjalan dari dua arah. Tapi dunia selalu saja diluar prediksi. Kisah cinta yang seperti negeri dongeng itu pasti tertutup oleh pengkhianatan, pelampiasan, ribuan tangisan, amarah, dll. Keenan dan Alice adalah contoh nyata dari kisah cinta manis yang penuh kebohongan. Benar kata pepatah, 'semakin terang cahayanya, semakin gelap bayangannya.'. Semua orang hanya melihat apa yang terlihat, mendengar apa yang terdengar, dan peduli pada sepintas omong kosong penuh manipulasi.

Are ideals just mere fractions of what makes a human being a human? Questions like these I ask myself daily whether they make sense or not. This story follows an individual, " Kiyomi Tsuda " with an unhinged personality, a quiet yet intelligent boy. His past mistakes lead his fellow classmates to distrust him. What happens next depends on him and his ideals.

Sleep. Eat. Work. Sleep. Eat. Work. Sleep. Eat. Work. Sleep. Eat. Work. Work. Work. Work. Restart. Again and again, the same cycle repeats: sleep, eat, work. Is there nothing more to life? Ordinary from the beginning, unimportant in the end — what is there to experience in the unending abyss of life and the vacant ache in my heart? A story written by a heart that cannot understand itself. — SamuraiHeavens

In a universe governed by rules older than time itself, God isn’t a being—it’s a role. A position, with duties, deadlines, and ineffable responsibilities. And now… the role is vacant. No celestial fanfare. No cosmic alarms. The eternal office lies empty, and the universe keeps running, oblivious—or maybe it’s testing those who remain. Chaos whispers through galaxies, mortals stumble blindly, and the line between order and anarchy blurs. Enter those who notice the vacancy. Some see opportunity. Some see doom. And some just want to survive long enough to understand what it really means when the job of “God” is left unclaimed. Power, morality, and fate collide in a story where the divine is mundane, the infinite is bureaucratic, and the ultimate question isn’t who will fill the role, but who even deserves it?

Kairi Anzai is the sole survivor of vancant knights, copping with the loss of his party members, he hides among happy facades. Everything changed for him on one fateful night.

Trash but I have fun writing it

Authors Note: I love cultivation. And I love the classics and tropes. But, I've fallen in love with space. And I found that there's a tragically short supply of space cultivation, with drama and such. What I hate, however, is power creep. That is not here. Cultivation is not sitting for seven billion years to godhood, nor is it take three pills and fart out a new universe. My take on cultivation is, alignment and knowledge. Strength as a by product, not a goal. Also, as strong as a cultivator might be, they aren't stronger than the sci-fi elements in the novel. This is not a generic cultivation power trip which cannibalizes the rest of the narrative. It will be a slow at times, fast at others. Morality is in question. Ethics in question. The trappings of a mind abandoned put up against the reality of the wider firmament and its place there. Yovan doesn't know anything about Cultivation. Only having dreams, the echoes of destruction, to haunt him. Any lesson he can glean vanishingly rare amidst the noise of the end of his race. It will take time, this is an epic, not a sprint! If that sounds like something you'd be interested in, I welcome you to enjoy. Ps. I know the dreams are cryptic and hard to follow. This is intentional at the start. //// What to expect: - Weak, weak MC, but intelligent, slow burn strengthening. - Romance, slow burn, psychologically active. - Action, though not for simple actions sake. - Ancient mysteries. Dreams. Spirits. Worlds. Politics. High Sci-Fi. Aliens! - Questions of morality, philosophy and oaths weighed against desires!

Ini hanyalah sepenggal kisah cinta antara Alvaro dan Caca. Sejak awal, ketika bertemu dengan Caca. Alvaro sudah jatuh cinta terhadap gadis itu. Berbagai cara dia lakukan, demi mendapatkan hatinya. Namun sayangnya, Caca justru sangat membeci Varo. Karena pria itu telah menyakiti kedua sahabatnya. Lantas, bagaimanakah kisah cinta mereka akan berakhir?