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Hello, my friends! Welcome to a world of magic and so many possibilities! The fictional realm is a wonderful place! Until, people start melting, that is! This is a fictional oasis, where unpredictable scenarios abound! Normalcy is a rarity in the fictional realm, so prepare for the unexpected! ;)

Katherine Lawrence stumbles upon a random locker with a sign. It says, do not enter. Curiosity gets the best of her, despite being told not to enter the locker. One day, she goes against her conscience, and steps into the locker, only to be transported to a whole new world, full of darkness, unpredictability, and weird people. The world is Arkmania, where escape is impossible, cause once you step foot into the locker, there's no turning back. Arkmania is your new home.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

This modern update to the biblical story sees Job's son questioning God's motives after serving as collateral damage in His game of chicken with Satan. Filled with existential despair and acerbic wit these short stories or, 'lamentations,' grapple with themes ranging from contemporary politics, to God and religion, to the absurdity of everyday existence. From the opening moments exploring the unraveling mind of a character on a journey through the vacuity of consumer society, to the finale in which we await the arrival of an absent Messiah, these stories cut to the heart of the human condition. https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20856796.Simon_Brass

​Wattpad Book Description (The Teaser) ​Declassified Historical Satire. ​You thought the asteroid killed the dinosaurs? Think again. Now, prepare for the horrifying truth behind the Victorian era's greatest culinary mystery. ​In this recently unearthed private memoir from Charles Dickens (1843), we learn that the mince pie was not a simple dessert, but a weapon against moral decay. Join us as we explore the Maltreated White Powder, the spiritual necessity of kneading in Tiny Tim's Crutch, and the final, world-saving act of gluttony that prevents the collapse of the British Moral Universe. ​This is not history. This is a Keeley Truth. ​ ​ Author's Note & Disclaimer (Crucial for safety & clarity!) ​Genre Tagging: Historical Fiction | Humour | Parody | Satire ​This work is a satirical, non-factual historical parody intended solely for entertainment. All references to historical figures, recipes, or scientific claims are entirely fictionalized for humorous effect and are part of the 'Keeley Truths' literary hoax.

Story of a boy who was promised heaven for killing innocent people- it is a journey of a naive boy who was manipulated and wronged till the truth finally struck him and the curtain was unveiled that people who he was following were nothing but a bunch of terrorists.

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Blinded by curiosity and a reckless thirst for freedom, a rebellious boy sneaks out for an innocent game of football-only to be met with a life-changing accident. In the depths of darkness, he confronts pain, absurdity, and the fragile nature of meaning itself. As he teeters on the edge of permanent blindness, an ironic twist of fate grants him a second chance. Was it luck, destiny, or something else entirely? A gripping coming-of-age story about rebellion, regret, and the strange ways life teaches us lessons.

A Heideggerian tale where a special kind of creature faces the threat of technology. But first imagine a land where there is no such threat, where infinite possibilities of revealing blend with one another, where everything is interpreted and reinterpreted, and where nothing is ever fully the same...

'Often I am paralysed by the fear that I won't be able to remember it all. Four years of life on the bloodied edge, screaming elated into the wild sky. Person after person; glittering jewels and deep, dark pools. Stories and stories, tiny details. How can I capture all of the emotions and perceptions and thoughts? Because it is all so precious to me. I want to record it all, just as it was, in sequence, and how it felt at the time and to pore over every little scenario endlessly. Its a vast ocean of knowledge and my hands can only work so fast, and little bits and pieces get lost as the mind makes room for more memories. Names get forgotten, of people who should never be forgotten. Day's events get confused with one another, they deserve preservation in full fidelity. Memory. Time. Awe. Impermanence.' Excerpts from the long stream of consciousness writing I was doing a lot of in the Summer of 2014. Honest stuff on with no real order, and no theme except what usually preoccupies me.

Her crush is a Tyrannosaurus rex. Crazy, right? Not nearly as crazy as the drama, death and fighting and romance that enters Clare Whittlebottom's life after discovering that her office crush... is a dinosaur. Does the simmering romance between Clare and her crush survive the onslaught of hostility? Or will it faulter, wither and die? READ ON!

Now engaged with Fred, the T-Rex man, Clare and him must plan their wedding ceremony! Ignorant to Randy's growing anger and fiendish schemes to break them up. Though, this time, he doesn't work alone! Will Clare, Fred and their guests survive Randy's revenge? READ ON!

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Philosophical ... Dark Comedy ... Allegorical ... Mystical ... crooked ... Satirical ... A story written as an attempt to theorize and answers the mankind has suffered since the beginning ... An attempt to answer the big questions like Who are we? ... what's our purpose? ... From where have we conjured up from? ... What is this life? ... What is the end of all this chaotic debauchery ... From where have we come from? ... And what is our end? with help of rational, mystical metaphysical allegorical story ... A novel with no title ... It's just blank ... it's just represented as ... " " A weekly online web novella series

A time before the continents tore apart, 200 million years ago-a single, colossal landmass called Aurithia, embraced by the boundless ocean Thalassa. This was more than mere geography-it was an ancient manuscript, written in blood, steel, and sorcery. Pangea. Here, no celestial hand molds destiny. No prayers ascend to be heard from thrones of light. Only motion exists-wild, ungoverned-of dozens of races, hundreds of creatures, and kingdoms rooted deep as primeval forests. Beneath the same starlight that falls on spells older than time, machines pulse and breathe. Scattered across the world lie hundreds of artifacts, like shards from a once-whole cosmic mirror. Dimensions stack like layers of dream, each bleeding into the next until the borders between reality and myth dissolve, like mist over a volcanic lake. From this chaos, four names rise-torches flaring against the storm. Each cuts its own path into the bedrock of Pangea's history, yet all are destined to converge, like mighty rivers racing toward the same sea. Freiya, the Doombringer-leader of The Bloody Cruce, a rogue host that leaves kingdoms in ashes. Her past is bound to the great dimensional rift, and every step she takes carries the shadow of the abyss she once stared into. Her tale, told in Dark Legion: Rise of the Abyss, is both a map to Pangea's splendor and a record of its decay, woven through the intrigues of countless races.

Adam Evans has always felt like the universe was mocking him. That only gets worse when he's charged with murder under bizarre circumstances and exiled from existence. Facing a life of utter solitude, he seizes the opportunity to escape with a strange girl. He's determined to put his life back together, but he never could have guessed how crazy things were about to become.

Our self is always so distant a leap from the surroundings. Literature is the medium of the minority to revolt, to state existence.