Historias de Blackhumor

After the successful defense of tatshirando It Is Time to go full on the offensive against the commission and it's colonial regime of the 48 colonies aswell of it's allies that can send a passive and steady support to them from the south, with the full intention of kicking the British puppet government and in the way forming a new socialist second american republic, alongside the help of the warsaw pact and the comrades in orange street aswell of other allies this on itself Is a continuation of konuma 1 and a prequel to konuma 2 that after i finish this, the rewrite and now reposting of konuma 2 Will began, also that some rewrites of older chapters might happen

The Arrestables are Superhereos! Or aren't they?

We've all dreamed of being superheroes or superheroines in our childhood, yet the true life of a superhero is nothing as DC or Marvel's trend paints it for you. One night, Elena lived, a regular 14 years old girl sees a dream where she meets a woman who gives Elena words of wisdom; in addition what seems to be a steampunk girl is pulling the strings for Elena to do exactly as she wants it. Elena will be faced with a decision that has only three options: she can run away and pretend her powers don't exist, she can use them to find out the truth or she can just use them for a greater good; such decisions will bring mistrust about her family as she doesn't know what to do. To top it all off, as soon as she runs away afraid of someone learning of her powers a mysterious group of men seem to be in search for her...

един "аРт" проект, посветен на двете най-изразителни и хоморомантични личности в живота ми. йенджой.

Ultra short story about crime

You are alone, your friends are alone, your family is also alone. Alone in their own mind. Always so alone If only I could be too

Gral and Harald Cooperson were brothers, explorers and wealthy idiots, and when tales of a creepy underground city were brought to their attention, they couldn't resist going to take a peek, reasoning that ghosts didn't exist and that a brief look around surely wouldn't be dangerous... Author's note: this is a short story, comprising three story parts, followed by a history of the aforementioned creepy city. Well, I think it's creepy. My partner thought it was hilarious. How would I categorise this? Possibly a fantasy horror story, with a good helping of cheesy nonsense to lighten the mood a bit. It is based in the fantasy world of the Four Realms, as most of my other stories are, but I believe it possibly could stand alone, except that readers need to know that Hale is a goddess with the attributes of torment and depravity, but who despite her nature is a protector of children and who would do absolutely anything to see children safe and their abusers punished. She is the granddaughter of an evil god named Halos who was destroyed many hundreds of years before this story starts. Her father, Honess, and brother, Hurbek, are also divine and the three share Halos's attributes between them. I don't think it needs to be marked as mature, but I'm happy to be corrected on this by readers. It does contain some swearing, and implied (though not described) cannibalism. Please note that the cover image does not belong to me.

The konuma are a VERY lenghty crime family that is aligned with a world criminal organization called the commission and this family have been fighting for some year against the leblanc criminal organization, wich is a organization based on the 48 colonies western coast that is at war with the comission and the konuma's are their main target, althoug something feels that soon leblanc wouln't be the only thing that they would need to worry about, but something even more greater (i REALLY tried to keep the description of this story as spoiler free as possible... also yeah, i finally added a real description to this after almost 3 years) Also that yeah, i finished the story since november cuz already was about to be 4 years since i started It all the way back in 31 of december of 2019

Because when you think about it, he's really just kind of useless. A highly transformed reimagination of The Little Mermaid set in a vague location in a vague mid-1900s time period, with plenty of fourth wall breaking, existentialist fun - in inspired Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead fashion. If you go for that sort of thing, continue reading... *edits & title revision entirely in the realm of possible*

jus read👩🏾‍❤️‍💋‍👩🏽

Poesie narranti, immagini dilatate, storie compresse, metri neri, sincopati, ideonaggi.

"There's a difference between watering a wilted flower and a dead flower. Water won't do a damn thing if I've already turned to ashes." ••• Trent is bitter, clingy, and severely addicted to diet cola. Like many teenagers, he's had his head and heart beaten to a pulp with a sledgehammer. It's a miracle he hasn't turned to snorting coke in the school parking lot. The only thing that still screams "personality" are the occasional dark and inappropriate comments that slip from time to time. His last hope is banding with the only people that are as desperate for attention as he is. You see, he's on a quest to be the opposite of his alcoholic father, who already lost every bit of personality that ever was. The mystery of it all is who will follow Trent down the drain.

Kudryavka and Mushka, two Ukrainian-American immigrants and lifelong friends, have grey and boring lives... That is, until one of them discovers that she has psychic powers. When those powers draw unwanted attention, the girls will be forced to embark on a deadly road trip across the mountains and deserts of the western United States in order to be reunited and defeat the evil forces trying to keep them apart. Putting aside the generic back cover stuff, this is a story and concept I've been working on since I was in high school, and I finally decided, screw it, I'll start writing it. I'm uploading it here as I write since it's set to be the longest thing I've written so far, and I want some feedback in the meantime. I'm fairly proud of it. Chapters will come out as I write them, which all depends on when I have free time at work to write. All the titles are from pieces by Jenny Holzer. To-be-expected disclaimer, but there's gonna be some pretty harsh themes discussed. Characters will get hurt, kidnapped, tortured, and murdered at times. There's foul language, and some characters are ignorant or bigoted and might use language that reflects that, including slurs. I try not to sanitize, but I try not to revel in any of it.

Hotaru Konno left like a legend but returned in dirt. Either way, she was under the spotlight. Merciless gossip and rumors spread around. Turning 27. Single. Jobless. What a perfect time to take a little advantage of her filthy rich family. She was about to embrace the life of a NEET (Not in education, employment, or training). Life was pretty easy except... Her mom was determined to marry her off; Her idol-wannabe baby sister ticked her off every single day; A mysterious high-school boy with perfect white teeth was living under the same roof. A disappointment. A loser. A weirdo. Hotaru was all of the above. Nonetheless, she said NO to changes. At least not now and not by the people mentioned above.

"𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐮, 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐲" cover by asvpkilla

📄 Series Description (In Voice of Lord Stabs-a-Lot): > Hello Future Fans, Critics, and Possibly My Parole Officer! I am Lord Stabs-a-Lot, Grandmaster of Gentle Mishaps and Self-Appointed Archbishop of the Rotting West Wing. This is my journal, memoir, opera script, spiritual weather report, and emergency confession - all written with enthusiasm and suspicious fluids. What you hold is not just a story. It is an expression of joy, like laughter during surgery, or singing during an exorcism. I lived in a lovely white hotel full of thoughtful restraints, whispering lights, and people who mistook teeth for currency. Then, of course, the invitations came - some were written in blood, others simply screamed in the hallway - and so our adventure began. We made art. We made messes. We made decisions. I wrote it all down, in case reality ever comes back and wants an explanation. If you're here for meaning, you might find something. If you're here for structure, bring glue. If you're here by accident... don't tell the nurses. Yours in enthusiasm, Lord Stabs-a-Lot (Knight of the Unhinged Order, Professional Hug Dealer, Former Anatomy Puzzle Champion) --------------- ⚠️ Disclaimer (From Lord Stabs-a-Lot Himself): Everything in this book is fictional. Especially the parts that feel too specific. All characters, events, names, anatomical stunts, and emotional confetti are completely made up and not based on anyone living, dead, or melting. This book contains absurdist horror, dark comedy, disturbing imagery, and cheerful violence told from the perspective of someone who probably should not be allowed pens. Reader discretion is advised. Especially if you're made of meat.

Martin has a frog in his throat... literally.