"Death in Progress" is about four coworkers, Ken, Hoon, Xie Xie, and Ji-won, who are suddenly put together not by a random company project but by a horrifying zombie apocalypse. What happens when four souls with varied morals and survival instincts are put together in a life-threatening situation? As the apocalypse worsens and fate tests their limits, death is in progress-but so is love. Will Ken and Hoon finally find the meaning they have been searching for in each other during the darkest time of their lives? *** "We can't leave them behind!" Ken urges, trying to pry himself out of Hoon's tight grip. "Saving them will only cost us more! We'll be dead if we try to save everyone else! Get a grip, Ken!" Hoon's grip tightens around Ken's arm as he pulls him back. "I'd rather die human than live as a coward," Ken snaps, breaking free and crawling back into the dark hole, the rotting stench rising something bitter in his throat. "I'd rather live than die with you!" Hoon spits out in anger but catches Ken by his ankle and drags him back with newfound strength anyway. He shoots Xie Xie an eye for help, which comes immediately. "If you all don't board the car in the next five seconds, we're all gonna die!" Ji-won yells as Hoon drags a struggling Ken. Xie Xie plops beside Ji-won, huffing, one leg dangling on the younger's thigh, his arm caught out behind Ji-won's head. "Get your horny ass leg away from me," Ji-won mutters, starting the car, making Xie Xie pout and retreat his leg. "Mean." ***

High school is a melody of chaos, laughter, and secrets. Four girls, five boys, one practice room and too many tangled strings. Friendships stretch, hearts skip beats, and crushes hide in the quiet notes. Will their chords ever play in harmony, or stay forever tangled? *Weekly updates on Friday*

Maeve Raines has seen golden strings since her teenage years-thin, luminous threads tied to people's pinkies, binding them through choice, emotion, and consequence. Friendship. Betrayal. Belief. Obsession. Love. Everyone has them. Some have many. Having only one is rare. Having none is impossible. Except Maeve cannot see her own. Now in her late twenties, she lives a life that demands silence and observation. Her secret stays hidden, pressed between unanswered questions and the letters she writes to the Fates-quiet confessions meant for powers she isn't sure are listening. Over the years, she has learned every shade of gold that exists and memorized their meanings. There is nothing left about the strings that should surprise her. To the world, she is someone else entirely. She goes by Juno-a name chosen, not given. A name she wears like armor. Under that name, she drifts. Watches. Learns how lives knot and unravel. Until she meets Theo Mercer. Her neighbor is gentle, reserved, and marked by something she has never encountered before. He has no visible strings. Not one. The absence unsettles her more than any bond ever has-because she knows what every shade should mean, and yet he fits none of them. Theo knows nothing of fate or golden threads-only that being near Juno feels fragile, like something he shouldn't expect to keep. What unfolds between them is not loud or dramatic. It is slow. Measured. Built from shared glances, half-confessions, and the quiet comfort of being understood without explanation. And for the first time, Maeve feels something she cannot categorize-a pull, a burn around her own pinkie whenever she turns away from him. Still unable to see her string, she prays-desperately-that if it exists, it will not be the worst kind. The color of love that never gets to stay. To the Fates is a quiet, tragic exploration of destiny misunderstood, love interrupted, and the cost of seeing what others cannot.

For @Lumna10

⋆.˚✮Stardew Valley Fanfic⋆.˚✮ Aurora Hale returns to Pelican Town at eighteen-parents dead in a crash, still chasing the high that kept her numb in Zuzu City. She moves in with Abigail and her family, but the town feels smaller, heavier. Sebastian is still here. They were kids when they almost admitted they wanted each other. Then she disappeared. Ghosted him. Ghosted everyone. Now he's with someone else, and she's barely holding it together. The tension builds anyway-quiet stares, late-night talks, the kind of closeness that hurts more than it helps. She tries to stay clean. Fails. Other people pull her deeper into the dark. Trust breaks. Lies stack up. Childhood sweethearts. Slow-burn wreckage. Grief, relapse, betrayal, hazy redemption. Stardew Valley, but without the small-town charm. Mature themes. Updates ongoing. Read at your own risk. 💔🌾

He thought the storms followed him by accident. Until the gods started calling him by another name. Seventeen-year-old Nireus has always had strange things happen when his emotions run high-lights flicker, skies crack open, thunder answers his anger. He tells himself it's coincidence. Trauma. Imagination. But when an ancient being steps out of the shadows and calls him Zeus, the truth shatters everything he knows. He is not cursed. He is reborn. As forgotten enemies awaken and Olympus begins to stir, he must decide whether to reclaim the throne of a god who ruled through fear... or remain human and break the cycle of divine violence. Because this time, the storm has a choice.

After their parents' death, Kyro and Sylus, brothers, were raised on opposite sides of the same tragedy, each taught the other has betrayed them. Trained to see each other as enemies, the truth threatens everything they believe. Trapped in the Forever Forest while searching for the Aetheris Bloom, a flower that grants you anything you desire, both brothers are forced to fight side by side. Without a choice, they uncover who has really been pulling the strings. Because sometimes, the real enemy isn't who you're fighting... it's who raised you.

Some stories begin with love. Theirs began with longing. Liam and Arianna had everything-until they couldn't have the one thing they wanted most. When a quiet, determined young woman named Amélie enters their lives as a surrogate, three worlds collide under one roof. What starts as an arrangement slowly becomes something more tangled, more fragile-and far more human than anyone expected.