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After loss tore her world apart, Raine Dyer vanished into the forest living in a forgotten cottage. There, beneath the canopy's twilight glow, she stumbles upon an ancient clay statue hidden among the roots. From that moment on, dreams bleed into reality. Whispers follow her. Shadows shift. And the forest remembers more than it should. A haunting tale of loss, isolation, and the secrets buried beneath moonlit soil.

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This book is not suitable for audiences with zero percent sense of imagination and a mental age of two and below. I'm not really a great poet, just a guy who knows how to hold the pen and write the twenty six letters of the alphabet. But I like thinking about so many things, like love, robots, emerald onions, heartbreak, nonsensical stories, break-ups, death, and different poetry styles. And maybe you do too, so do give this book a try. :) Having said all that, enjoy. ;) Oh, and thank you @notafairyprincess for the wonderful 10/10 cover!!

Naoya Shibata is just another ordinary high school student in an unremarkable town-until he discovers a cassette tape abandoned on the beach. The voice on the tape belongs to a girl named Eri, a sharp-tongued and enigmatic figure who claims to see through the lies and masks of the world. As Naoya becomes obsessed with her cryptic messages, his life spirals into chaos. Drawn deeper into Eri's strange game, Naoya begins to question everything: his friends, his family, and even his own sanity. When his childhood friend Isla returns to town, she's determined to pull him back from the brink. But the more Isla uncovers about Eri, the more she realizes the truth might be something even she isn't prepared to face. Is Eri real, or is she a figment of Naoya's fractured mind? As the tapes grow darker and the lines between reality and delusion blur, Naoya is forced to confront the horrifying depths of his own psyche-and the secrets that lie buried in his past.

Untitled poems about dumb things

We can talk all we want about nothing.

On Earthstar, mammals are divided into two height-sexes: Highen and Lowen. Among humans, the average Highen stands at 175 centimeters, while the average Lowen reaches only 145. No Highen is ever shorter than 170, and no Lowen ever taller than 150. In other words, one's height-sex is instantly visible. From the age when Highens hunted and Lowens raised offspring, this ancient height-based division of roles has survived into the present-woven deeply into the culture and institutions of modern civilization as countless forms of discrimination. The author of this work is GOTOU Humihiko(https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/isnmg.html). This work is provided under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 4.0 International License. The original Japanese text (https://gthmhk.gitlab.io/gthmhk/syouhen.html#kokoro) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

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Francesca Scotch is a badass who doesn't give a fuck. She blocked her heart out years ago when her dad abandoned her; she hasn't felt a thing since. Francesca struggles with mental disorders as she tries to find herself. Francesca matures throughout the story as she deals with different struggles and opens up about her past.

the reason im alive

Recently, I've really been getting into Björk, so to start off this account I'm going to review all 9 of her solo albums (so far) from Debut to Utopia. Enjoy!

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Prose (prōz) 1. written or spoken language in its ordinary form, without metrical structure. Loosely follows the story of the Tall Man, and his way up the corporate ladder. Bob Dylan sits down with the Man From Another Place in a heated debate on the right to die. Tony starts speaking backwards one day.

When spoons start vanishing into thin air, Sam thinks it's just sleep deprivation playing tricks. But as the phenomenon persists, reality itself seems to warp around the bizarre events. Is it magic, madness, or something stranger still? Desperate for answers, Sam's life slips into surreality and obsession as the disappearing spoons threaten to unravel everything Sam thought was real.

Collection of experimental short stories that attempts to illustrate the lives of those living in modern day society with no clear identity of themselves.

A short collection of literary flash fictions. Poetic and queer. Capturing moments of drinking tea, dancing, writing, walking away from hate, or watching the sun come out. Make some tea, take a breath, and enjoy!

The void calls.