Historias de Avantgarde

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.

=PLOT= Happening in the 20's - 30's, in the U.S. this movie is about Hing Chu, a Chinese - American writer that is struggling to write a new book but he doesn't succeed because of the cockroaches that keep sabotaging him. Louis Chu is another Chinese - American writer that shares the same family name as Hing. Those two 'accidentally' meet up and Louis is claiming that he's the same person as Hing even if they don't look alike at all. =GENRE= Surreal; Avant-garde; Art Film; Experimental Film !!!the similarity with the Chinese - American writer Louis Hing Chu that wrote the book 'Eat a Bowl of Tea' is on purpose!!!

If a surveillance system that disables every production technology unless verified online is completed, no one will be able to manufacture weapons of mass slaughter and Earth civilization will reach a state called "immortalization." Once immortalization is achieved, humans will stop dying, crime will disappear, and a Heaven‑like world will be realized. My partner, a follower of the Sole‑Creator Faith, believes it is necessary to prevent people from attaining that Heaven easily without observing strict commandments. 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#birii) was translated into English using ChatGPT-5.

My mind is noisy. I've poked holes for the din to leak. It spilt across my keyboard and had its first peek of the world. No claim on being a poet, just blowing plumes that muddle my thoughts. Cover does not belong to me.

Good morning, readers. White Pines welcomes you. A never ending empty road surrounded by Alaska's beautiful pines meets a small town with a population of only 1,016. "White Pines is a secluded community. No one anywhere knows of this place and we like to keep it that way. We are hidden from everyone and everything, engulfed and surrounded by the Alaskan trees and mountains. Corruption has no place here. We never had an outsider before, and I'm not quite sure how our people will react to your coming. I'm sorry to say, but you must understand now that you can't leave White Pines. If anyone knows of White Pines it will spoil our beloved community. We cannot take that chance." - Doctor Karen Vaughn

I'm trying to make you feel sentimental, is it working?

A hypnotic journey into a 50s' like parallel universe with a group of artists that want to escape from the tyranny of a not-so-earthly dictator all put up into a sarcastic helter skelter full of plot twists.

It won't stop. It won't repeat

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.

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.

Godfrey Illinois. 2 A.M. Alone, walking down a narrow road with mist as his sole companion, a boy finds a book. It sits in the middle of a crossroads, all the street lights about it blinking red. And, despite his lackadaisical nature, he wanders off the sidewalk and picks it up with not an ounce of piety to show for the inauspiciousness of the occasion. A rough leather bound tome with a strange inscription, the boy thinks the book innocuous, a curio. Idiot. With a name like Seven though, perhaps the boy can be forgiven for his misfortune . . . and his missteps. Meh. Either way Seven has no idea he's about to release a trickster god from time immemorial, and with her, mayhem on a level our rational world has never experienced; a procession of the weird. A monster's parade. And so, without further ado, Yokai, the aberrant beings and manifestations of Japan's storied and occultic landscape, are hereby re-invited to party the night, the day, and any other time they wish away! And unfortunately for Seven and his new found partner, they're the ones who'll have to clean up the mess and send these monsters back into the mist and yore of the pages of the past.

I'm Alina Corwild, a rogue wolf. I have no family, friends, nor pack. I am also lawless! I live my life the way I want it. But, I guess, fate has other plans for me. I came to meet Dylan McGragen, and our encounter turned my life upside down.

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!!

A story of haves and have nots, ifs and weren'ts, everything's-not-quite-as-they-seems.

Experiance the world of Andres Perez and the many adventures he experiences. I'm gonna be writing it like a manga where it's just gonna continue till I want to end the story

Poetry and Wordplay, Word craft and World letter, a literary journey in verse and re-verse. Meaning is challenged as words reunite and reconstruct. Saussure reimagined.

"Did I ever tell you the one about the man who read his own obituary?" Sometimes you'll find yourself living in a shotgun shack, and wonder "how did I get here?" Well I don't consider myself an authority on metaphysical contemplation and neither should you. "Well the universe is shaped exactly like the earth, you go in a straight line long enough and you'll end up exactly where you were." Don't take my word for it, just see what your own mind can conjure when uninhibited.