Famine Stories

Novel Rating: 10/10 The saying "extreme joy begets sorrow" was likely coined for Lu Qingran. Just an hour ago, 28-year-old Lu Qingran had been promoted to manager of a department store. An hour later, she was in a car crash on her way home. When she woke up again, Lu Qingran was still Lu Qingran, but she had become the peasant girl Lu Qingran. Since she was here, she would make the best of it, Lu Qingran thought optimistically, but reality had other plans. The peasant girl, Lu Qingran, had lost her birth mother early. Her father remarried, and her stepmother, having given birth to two plump, healthy boys in three years, had become the family's hero, elevating her stepsister's status in the process. The stepsister had a marriage contract to a dirt-poor family. The stepsister refused to marry, making Lu Qingran the only suitable substitute bride. The young girl couldn't bear the thought, and when she woke up again, the soul within her was new. "I'll marry for you, but only if you sever all ties with me," the new Lu Qingran declared. "From now on, I will have nothing to do with any of you." The stepmother and stepsister couldn't have been happier. The in-laws were poor, true, but the father-in-law was honest and decent, the mother-in-law was sharp and capable, and the younger siblings were sweet. The family was harmonious. As for her cheap husband? Lu Qingran could only say that Heaven had been kind; she had actually encountered such a peerless good man. Then came the great drought from the heavens. Grains yielded nothing, barbarians invaded, and the people were forced to flee. From then on, drought, locusts, torrential rain, floods, plague... natural disasters struck relentlessly. While others fleeing the famine withered to sticks, the Yan family members were rosy-cheeked and plump. Her severed family came knocking to sponge off her good fortune. Lu Qingran's response was sharp: "Who are you? I don't know you." Author: Translator:

Balam, jeune scribe chargé d'observer les étoiles, découvre que les calendriers officiels dissimulent une sécheresse imminente. Tandis que les nobles protègent leurs réserves, il s'allie à Ixchel et à plusieurs gardiens de l'eau pour révéler la fraude. Pour éviter la famine, les cités devront partager leurs connaissances et leurs ressources.

In the middle of a devastating famine, Shen Lian, a pregnant young widow, is thrown out of her husband's household after her husband is declared dead. With nowhere else to go, she returns to her natal family carrying nothing but a few clothes, an unborn child, and the humiliation of being called a burden. Her own family is poor, but they take her in. Unfortunately, famine turns neighbors against neighbors. Food disappears, wells dry up, and powerful families begin hoarding grain. Shen Lian struggles to keep herself and her unborn child alive. Then she dies. But instead of waking in the afterlife, Shen Lian opens her eyes three years earlier. Her husband, Gu Chang'an, is still alive. Her mother and siblings are still alive. The famine has not yet begun. And Shen Lian remembers exactly how everyone died. This time, she refuses to repeat the same mistakes.

Mayo, 1847. The land is dying and the only thing still growing is the landlord's ledger. Bríd O'Malley is nineteen. To clear her father's rent, she has been promised to Henry Ashford, the agent's son - a wedding that keeps the roof over her family and keeps her name out of her own mouth. She says no. Out loud, at the table, in front of the men who expect yes. Now there is a bailiff's cart in the lane, a man named Cormac Doyle who cuts the landlord's fences at night and teaches children their letters by a hedge, and one ship leaving Westport on Friday that she cannot pay for. Bríd has until Michaelmas to get her family off the land. Every road out of Mayo runs through the one man she was told to marry. Some debts are paid in coin. Hers will be paid on the salt road.

Everything you're about to read is in no way related to the true events of the four horsemen of the apocalypse.This story is in no way historically accurate. All events mentioned are fictional and made up. Special Thanks To DURRRIAN for the amazing artwork. Everyone is aware of The War that divided the great nations, but no one is in known of how the world was split into pieces and pushed into oblivion. This story takes place way before you were born. When angels and demons roamed the earth. When War wasn't between humans but instead between angels and demons. This is how the earth came to existence in peace.

Though she doesn't see it, she's still angry, her focus trained on her unrevealed counterpart. Suddenly the sound of screeching tires makes her head whip to the left, her mouth opening to gasp and she's rooted to the place in fear. It's like time snaps back with a rubber band effect and with that the car slams into her body, lifting her in the air, screams of panic filling the air as onlookers watch the horrific scene. Gravity becomes her enemy as her body falls to the ground, her bones in awkward unnatural angles. Her chest seems sunk in as her ribs are flatten, the ends caved intl her heart and longs, blood flowing from her mouth as she struggles to take a last breath, her eyes glazed over. Then suddenly I'm ripped out of it abruptly, the only reminder of it is a voice.... whispering in my head. Find Her. - Quinton Augustine "Why must I hide myself from the world? I've given up so much, so many opportunities only because of who I am......what I am." -Lexie Myers

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"You must thank him for this air... as you don't deserve to breathe, and in shame you walk the earth, because you don't deserve to leave. A horseman doesn't sleep because they don't deserve the peace And a horseman never dies because they don't deserve release. His scorn will be their purpose and "His will be done", their creed. Cursed to smite the mortals for their hubris and their greed And when the sinners feel his wrath, they'll beg... they'll pray and kneel But a Horseman feels no mercy because they don't deserve to feel. When the work is finished and the ground is stained with red The horsemen see the shadows and hear the echoes of the dead. They watch the souls depart, to the next world they will go, to claim the rest and solace that horsemen don't deserve to know". After spending countless millennia walking the earth and serving as one of four mitigating filters for the wrath of God, the horseman, War, grows tired of his eternal life. He sets a plan in motion to rid the world of all humans in an effort to permanently complete his duties on earth and perhaps earn his long-awaited death. God has abandoned the planet long ago, and it is up to Pestilence, who has only recently developed a liking for mankind, to traverse a world supernatural wonders and primordial magic, in order to stop his brother from rendering humanity extinct. (A rework of my story holy blight. I added so much stuff that I figure it was easier to add it as a fresh story.)

Four men walk into a bar...it's no joke, it might be the end of the world!

The universe is rewriting itself, and humanity is a draft destined for the waste bin. Three automated cosmic nightmares-The Crown, The Carnage, and The Dearth-march unchecked. They strip mortals of their free will, trap them in feedback loops of perpetual violence, and starve the soil of its last gasp of magic. Under their reign, survival is not a triumph; it is an agonising, endless torment. Guided by the scent of spider lilies, this gentle, cloaked traveller offers the last survivors a quiet sanctuary. With a single touch, he can clear away their suffering before his monstrous siblings can reach them. The Knell is racing to save humanity from an agonising end. But in a universe of absolute finality, how far will a saviour go to protect you?

Logan replies quietly. "Right now being awake is easier than being asleep." "How do you mean?" Beth asks. "I see them in my dreams. Violet, Eli, all of them." Thank you to my friend @transluc3nt for making me the lovely cover

When a threat attempts to disrupt the peace raiden is forced to awaken four warriors who are so deadly that the even the elder gods fear them and while 3 want to bring judgement one does not

Beneath a ruined chapel, three skeletons are found locked in a grotesque arrangement-two facing each other with jaws agape, the third watching-echoes of a starvation-driven horror that still hungers beneath the earth.

Portum (Latin) Translation: "safe haven" Writing the description is the hardest part of writing a book. Lilith is a 16 year old girl living in a place filled with suffering. People all around her are dying from disease, starvation, and suicide. During the 23rd century there is a world-wide famine caused by worsening overpopulation.

Have you ever wondered what it'd be like for non-royals in the world of Cora? Kanyalak Boonmee Rivera Ali is the heir to the Duke of Penumbra, the daughter of a powerful royal and the richest, most beautiful courtesean in the water kingdom. As glamorous as her life may seem, it wasn't always that way. Kanyalak was born into abject poverty, living in the history kingdom during the worst economic recession in the entire recorded history of Cora; it was so bad that it caused a famine that even the royals were affected by. Her mother, whose birth name is unknown, was forced to flee to the water kingdom just to make sure that her daughter wouldn't starve to death, and even then, they lived below the poverty line until Kanyalak was a preteen, but didn't become legally royal until the age of 15 when her supposed father married her mother and claimed her as his daughter. How does Kanyalak handle going from never knowing when her next meal would be to having everything she could possibly want and more, and how will her mental health survive the den of vipers that is royal court politics? Find out by reading this fic, formatted as diary entries written by our main girl herself!

Hope was Dream's little sister. The wolf pups had been born in a famine. Dream was about 30 minutes older than his sister. And their mother only managed to last long enough till the pups were weaned. Then, just as their father had before they were born, deceased for Mother Nature to take her.

This is the first writing I have made. Hope it's not that bad.

Devils, Wills, Dreams, and Love these are all intertwined and weaved into a fate that no one not even the strongest can escape and now a boy who dreams more than others tries to overcome the world that has been left a void ever since the disappearance of the most joyful devil to have lived. I do not own One Piece or Chainsaw Man