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"In the world of art, colors are just a tool… but in my world, pain is the only pigment that never fades." Ian was called the “miracle of his generation”—a brilliant painter with the ability to capture human emotions in his works with terrifying precision. But his talent attracted the greed of the “snakes” who ruled the city. Four figures of power—a critic, a billionaire, a corrupt general, and an unjust judge—destroyed his life in a single night. They burned his studio with his family inside, and with cold calculation, they severed the tendons of his left hand and dragged him into prison on a false charge. They wanted to kill the artist within him—but instead, they created something far more terrifying. After five years of darkness and isolation, Ian returned from hell. His body was covered in scars, his left hand permanently bandaged, but his right eye no longer saw the world as humans do… it saw them as “unfinished canvases.” Thanks to his “Hyper Artist’s Eye,” Ian could see the sins of his enemies flowing through their veins like liquid colors, waiting to be extracted. Now, Ian has opened his secret studio beneath the ruins of his past. He will no longer paint landscapes. Every victim among his enemies will become the “primary color” of his next masterpiece. He will cut, dissect, and arrange their bodies into breathtaking artistic compositions that leave the police in a state of terror and disbelief. As the detective Suleiman hunts this “phantom” who turns crime scenes into horrifying art galleries, he finds himself questioning: Is Ian merely a deranged sadistic killer? Or the only honest artist in a world of lies… an artist who writes the truth in blood? “Welcome to my private exhibition… prepare yourselves, for your role in the canvas has begun``

The day I miscarried, the day I nearly bled to death, my parents were ambushed by a rival family while rushing me to our clinic. Lying on the operating table, I signed their death certificates with a hand drenched in my own blood. I lost my baby. I lost my parents. Meanwhile, the man I couldn't reach on the encrypted line was posting a celebratory social media update. His post read: Congratulations to my muse. After a night of hard work, the gallery is finally reborn. With a trembling hand, I liked the post. A private message from him arrived instantly. Two words: Delete it. I sent him the clinic's encrypted location. "Come to the safe house. I need to talk to you." "I'm tied up with something important for the Family. I can't get away. Have your parents go with you to the check-up. It's not like they have anything better to do." "Is this 'something important' her gallery's ribbon-cutting ceremony?" "Why has pregnancy turned you into such a possessive harpy? Can't I support the arts without you losing your mind?" I didn't have the strength to argue. Fine. If he wouldn't come to me, he could talk to the family's lawyer.

A tale of indecision and desire to predict and control the future. https://www.royalroad.com/profile/957442/fictions

Welcome to the Amygdala Gallery. To the world, it is an institution for the avant-garde and the obscure. This is a carefully maintained fiction. In truth, the Amygdala is a clandestine organization that identifies and contains Axiomatic Malignancy Glitches. This is a glimpse into their reality, a chronicle of the protocols, the observations, and the quiet horror of maintaining order in a universe that is not always stable. --- This is my first work here. If you like New Weird Fiction (Think of SCP, Lobotomy Corp, Remedy's Control video game) I hope you'll also like this.

The world has come to an end. There's a plague of Disasters, poisonous fog, bloodthirsty monsters and more. But first, let me take a selfie. Proof that taking photos during an apocalypse does come in handy...

Actually It's mostly about Friendship and comedy, but indeed it will have a pinch of romance

After five years of painful silence, Ariyan, a successful yet emotionally guarded architect, accidentally reunites with his college sweetheart, Mayabati, at her solo art exhibition. Their relationship had ended abruptly when Ariyan moved abroad to pursue his career, leaving behind an heartbroken Mayabati full of unanswered questions. At the gallery, Mayabati returns an old leather diary Ariyan had left behind years ago. Inside the diary lies a long-forgotten, unsent letter written by Ariyan, detailing his deepest fears, vulnerabilities, and his immense love for her—a letter Mayabati recently discovered and read. As the truth behind the sudden departure comes to light, both are forced to confront their past misunderstandings. Ultimately, the story is not about rekindling an old flame, but about finding closure, forgiveness, and the maturity to let go with a peaceful heart.

Can you do what has to be done? Could you survive against wild beasts wielding magic that could cause great destruction? Would you be able to take take the lives of different races to get just one step further? This is the type of world Shawn is thrown into. Let us see if he can survive and thrive or crash and die.

In a world of trackless jungles, colossal beasts, and cruel pre-human civilizations, you must survive the past if you want to save the future! You were only meant to guard the laboratory, but when a treacherous power cripples Doctor Sabbatine's time machine, you're left stranded! Face the savage inhabitants of Silverworld and build your own civilization—or plunder the past and return home unimaginably rich!