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I don't remember when it started. Or maybe I do... I just don't want to. Time doesn't move for me the way it does for you. It drags. It repeats. It doesn't let go. I have lived longer than I was ever meant to. Long enough to see the same endings... again and again. People call it a gift. They're wrong. If it was a gift, it wouldn't feel like this. It wouldn't feel like watching everything fade while you remain-unchanged, unwanted, unfinished. I'm not trying to save the world. I just want this to end. But time... doesn't listen. Prisoner of Time

Park Jimin enters the first year at Busan High School with a mark on his forehead. After he called on final school party police, and that almost none of the classmates enjoyed it. Only the way to school poses for huge self-denials, however, follow No less harrowing hours and hours to come classmates who ostentatiously ignore him Jimin is closing in on himself more and more Jimin is isolated from the environment. Few would have noticed that he hardly speaks, and he doesn't even asks why he called the police then .. The only bright spot for Jimin are hours of art education free thought professor Min Yoongi. Jimin chose it as her year assignment tree theme. At first he didn't know how to use the advice from Mr. Min , but then found it just while painting. He feels free and unbound again memory of the final school party. A refuge from the outside world is her secret hiding place in the school hall, in which he created a small art studio. Here hebcan be himself, paint again re-self, and build a piece piece by piece of your soul together. Enjoy~

Things are weird around Carman

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في إمبراطورية Tenebris المتحللة، تفوح رائحة الرماد والموتى المنسيين في الهواء. مدفوعًا بمرضٍ لا علاج له وهوسٍ مطلق بالخلود، يسعى الطاغية المتغطرس، الملك لوسيريون السادس، إلى صناعة إرثٍ يتجاوز حتى الآلهة نفسها - مهما بلغ جبل الجثث المطلوب لبنائه. بعيدًا عن القاعات المذهبة للعاصمة، وفي أطلال قريةٍ متجمدة تُدعى Ashmoor، يعيش كايل. فتى صُنع للحرب وحطمته الخسارة، حتى أصبحت حياته القاسية لا تعرف سوى ثقل الحديد. ومع ذلك، وسط قسوة العالم التي لا تلين، ما يزال هناك ضوء هشّ متبقٍ: إليرا، فتاة أصبحت حياتها الحزينة آخر شيء إنساني في عالمه الغارق بالظلام. لكن عندما تمتد ظلال التاج لتلتهم آخر ملاذٍ لـAshmoor، يتحطم القدر نفسه إلى جنون. ولإنقاذ الضوء الوحيد الذي عرفه يومًا، سيضطر كايل إلى تحدي القوانين المطلقة للحياة والموت والمصير المحتوم. سيسير مباشرة نحو هاويةٍ بلا قانون، حيث الرحمة مجرد أسطورة، مجبرًا نفسه على الغرق في أعمق درجات التعدي والظلام. لأنه عندما لا تقدم الآلهة سوى الضرورة الباردة، يصبح على الإنسان أن يتحول إلى ما هو أسوأ من الشياطين كي يعيد كتابة ما كُتب بالدم. رواية فانتازيا سوداوية وجودية، مستوحاة من المآسي الكلاسيكية، تستكشف الرعب الكامن في حرية الإرادة، وغرور الملوك

Amira's nights unravel in shadows, cries she can't reach, blood she can't wash away. Something lost haunts her, a wound that time sharpens instead of heals. By day, she clings to Muhammad's quiet strength, but the past coils tighter, whispering a name she buried long ago. A curse, a choice, a truth, she's not sure what's real anymore, only that it's coming for her. As voices from beyond her home press in, demanding what she cannot give, Amira stands at the edge of a reckoning. What she hides could save her, or shatter everything. Fragile Hope is a gripping descent into the blurred lines between memory and nightmare, where the past doesn't just linger, it strikes. I am so excited to share this story with y'all and any resemblance to you or your life is a complete work of fiction

A seventeen year old girl can only remember her years through thirteen and now. Ren has always been able to remember but not anymore. Or at least she thinks so. She has no idea what happened to make her forget or what the path holds for her as she tries to get the memories back.

*** "What is love?" or "What is life about?" , may seem like a tough question for many people. But I, Namjoon Kim, can easily answer that. *** Welcome to a completely different story than my other ff's :)) Please imagine that Kim Namjoon aka RM would write all of this. Imagine you are reading a book written by RM about what love is actually compared to and what you associate with it, which feelings, objects, etc. It took me a long time to always use the right words and to put myself in his character. ❗Anyway in this story is not everything true❗ Most of it is just my opinion and like I said the opinion I think RM will have. Despite many made-up stories, there are living facts to be seen! I have never tried this way of writing and I would be happy if you like it :)) There's also a lot of deep shit in it.. I hope it comes across well <3 It could be a lot of text for many but I just wanted to try something new so... hope you like something like that ^~^ Have fun! ~Evie

Shelby Elliot pretty much lives up to her name. She's always hiding in a shell like a turtle, and even though her name is defined as a "shelter for willows to grow free" she isn't very social, and ignores all contact with people whatsoever, that is, except with her two crazy best friends, Cassie and Robin. Shelby truly is the outcast not only in public, but in her family of four. As an awkward, corky, talentless teen, Shelby tends to fall out of place when it comes to sophisticated people like her family, and oh- oh why- don't even mention it- guys. Shelby falls for these traps all the time, tripping into the reality that they don't even want to be friends with her. At least, that's until Shelby meets the cute and charming new student. Of course she falls for him, all the girls do, but this time, he catches her instead. Will he finally bring her outside of her shell? Or will she push him away under the pressure? Find out in The Not So Extraordinary, and Very Unordinary, Shelby Elliot.

I live in a world full of people. I am one of those people. Everyone is different and has there one story. I used to live on a farm with my ma and pa but when I was 11 years old my ma died in a car accident. My pa and I stayed on the farm but when I was 14 he remarried and we moved away. Only 6 months after he died from a sickness. Not one doctor could find out why. I am currently living with my stepmother. Her name is Janet and has a daughter named Cara. I'm almost 15 now and tomorrow is the first day of highschool. Things get harder from here on out and my brain is playing tricks on me. The lights just keep turning off until I meet him.

This story is about a 16 year old trainer named Shaun Ark that experienced a moment that changed his life in the past with a special Pokémon. After so many years of searching a new legendary secret has resurfaced from his past. Come join Shaun and his Pokémon and all of his friends save the world from a special evil shadow and join the other legendary moments in Pokémon Black and White: Battle Bond

Hello fellow people, this is the story Overload. There will be "were-animals" and things such as magical powers. Also DEEP STORY Is included within this well, story. Again Recommendations and criticism is welcomed and appreciated. Let me know what you guys think and enjoy.

The truth was only the beginning. What follows... is harder. As memories return, so does the pain that came with them- anger, loss, and the question of what was left behind. But sometimes, the things we think broke us... are the very things that lead us home.

In 2017, five girls built a world that didn't exist. A fake girl group - stage names, bios, album edits, fan accounts. What started as boredom became belonging. Behind those filters, they were stars. They called each other sisters. They stayed up all night making something that only they could understand. Then one day, one of them was gone. No goodbye. No explanation. Just deleted. The silence that followed split everything apart. The group chat died. The edits stopped. The rest of them grew older, pretending it was all just a phase. But deep down, that year never really ended - it just froze, trapped somewhere between their memories and the internet's archives. Eight years later, in 2025, the past comes crawling back. A familiar collage reappears online - the same one they made years ago - posted by an anonymous account. The caption reads: "One of us never left." At first, they think it's a prank. Until the account starts posting more - old screenshots, private messages, photos only they could've had. Someone remembers everything. Someone never stopped watching. As the four remaining girls reconnect, they start digging into the ruins of their shared history - lost passwords, deleted blogs, group chats that never really closed. Each chapter drifts between 2017 and 2025, unraveling what truly happened to the fifth girl... and what it cost them all to forget. Maybe friendship doesn't fade. Maybe it lingers - cached, archived, waiting for someone to click restore. Some ghosts don't haunt. They upload. © 2025 Snow Eilonwy. All rights reserved.

So, this isn't just another story- It's my story. My life. My truth. Some of you might call it unreal, a dream spun too fine, Or whisper that I've lost my mind- But think what you will. Something in me, a whisper, a pull, Tells me I must share this, Must set these words free into the universe, For they might find him- The one I've been waiting for. If you crave the impossible, the breathtaking, The kind of love that feels like fate itself is watching, Then step closer, listen well. To my hopeless romantic girlies, This one's for you. A story too magical to be fake- Yet too real to believe.

🌫️ الاستفتاح: في مكان ما بين ما نراه وما لا نفهمه، توجد خيوط خفية تُحرك كل شيء بصمت... أشياء لا تُفسَّر بالمنطق، ولا تُقاس بالاحتمالات، ولا تُؤخذ على محمل الصدفة. هناك لحظات في الحياة تبدو عادية جدًا... رسالة تُفتح، نظرة تُلتقط، طريق يُؤخذ دون تفكير... لكن الحقيقة؟ بعض هذه اللحظات لا تكون عادية أبدًا. هي فقط تبدو كذلك... حتى يأتي وقت يُفهم فيه كل شيء متأخرًا. قيل قديمًا إن بعض القلوب لا تلتقي لأن الوقت لم يحن بعد، وقيل أيضًا إن بعض اللقاءات تُكتب قبل أن نولد، لكن لا أحد يخبرك كيف يبدو الأمر حين يبدأ "المكتوب" بالتحرك فعلاً في الواقع. كيف تشعر عندما تكتشف أن حياتك الهادئة كانت مجرد بداية لشيء أكبر منك؟ وأن كل ما ظننته صدفة... كان مُخططًا بدقة لا تراها العين؟ هناك أشخاص يدخلون حياتنا كعابرين، لكنهم يتركون أثرًا لا يمحوه الزمن، وكأنهم لم يُخلقوا ليبقوا فقط، بل ليغيّروا كل ما فينا. في مدينة مزدحمة بالأصوات والوجوه، كانت هناك فتاة تعتقد أن قلبها تعلّم كيف لا ينتظر شيئًا، وكأنها أقنعت نفسها أن السلام هو ألا نُحب كثيرًا، وألا نأمل كثيرًا، وألا نحلم كثيرًا. لكنها لم تكن تعرف أن بعض الأقدار لا تسأل عن الاستعداد. بل تأتي... وتكسر كل القواعد بهدوء. وفي جهة أخرى من هذا العالم، كان هناك شخص لا يعرفها بعد، لكن شي