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Hi there, I'm JD, a 31-year-old Venezuelan-Spanish Economist living in Barcelona with my Russian (pro-peace) wife Anna and our two kittens; we met in Italy eight years ago, and almost since then we have been working on this project. During our careers we've worked with people from South America to Japan, from Australia to Canada, from South Africa to Norway, the characters in the novel are based on people I was lucky enough to meet along the way who left me with invaluable lessons which we feel the duty and privilege of sharing with our fellow humans, hopefully sharing what cosmologists call "Space Bias". There are seven main protagonists each one with their own chapter - which can be read in whichever order you prefer, - two of them in present tense and the rest in past, it's all part of the story. They all have mixed backgrounds such as a Japanese father and a Taiwanese mother, a survivor of the Rwanda massacre, a Colombian with Lebanese and Portuguese ancestry, a Danish whose mother is German, a Jewish lady married to a Muslim man she met in Jerusalem, an Anglo-Indian guy inspired in a way in Orwell - character name is Arthur such as Orwell's real name, - and last but definitely not least a Turkish Muslim bisexual woman for which a Lebanese friend for work is providing help; my friend is working on her Ph.D. on gender inequality in politics, especially in countries with religious civil wars that have moved from the streets to parliament. The story's Universe - 7 trillion light-years, approximately 78 times the size of our observable universe and 252 times the size of a Hubble sphere - provides more than enough civilizations to present dystopias that can serve as warnings for the future - ideally in the style of 1984, A Brave New World, or Fahrenheit 451, - as well as utopias where we find A.E.I - Artificial Emotional Intelligence - along with futuristic ways of understanding childhood, education, and life itself.

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J Lepus wakes up on an island with two strangers and no recollection of who she is. This story is based off the song "Oceania" by "The Birthday Massacre"

Entry for the Mystical Journey writing contest, run by @magic Bryn relies on her hearing for almost everything in her life. It's her greatest strength. But a trip to the ocean for a SSOMO expedition will test just how much she should really rely on her ears for assistance.

Everybody realizes that Oceania is the world's littlest mainland and this is particularly obvious when the general landmass is considered.

So this is a book that I'm going to start writing a about my one-shots for my oc's. I want to show that everyone who has oc's and I know that a lot of hetalians have different oc's that many can love your oc's. If any of you actually like the story of a particular oc I might make it into a book( other than my oc New Jersey who has a book)

I like country humans. So I'll make this book! :33 I mean, uhhh :P It's about Oceania, Oceania needs more love :0

Just a bunch of group chat stuff featuring some of my danganronpa ocs. Info on the characters will be posted in the first chapter

Always in thought of words to describe these emotions during the nights I breathe. Here are my thoughts- poems of night

The world is a weird place...and I have proof.

A 17-year-old girl named Selena Tsuki-Shino has been accepted to the Academy of elements. The school for extremely gifted students with high potential. Here they learn to help others for good. But when forces of darkness rule over what will happen. This book is in writing and many things may change later on. This may not be updated regularly since I may get caught up in school. Chapters may also be under revision. Have fun with this read!

. . . "Many people tell us they have dreams." She was a French woman, in French Polynesia, and she sat opposite, at our little table, beside a cobbled lane, stretching down towards the foreshore of Pape'ete. Behind me, the sound of a two-stroke scooter looms loud, roars past, swerving inches from my elbow. I see the red singlet and circular logo of a presidential crisis intervention group, the gros bras, the same thugs we were just talking about murdering her friend. She gazes past me, this French woman. Neither blinks, nor turns. . . . #truestory

I could now see the river. I sped up, hitting 160. The speed kept increasing. 165 170 175 180 185 190 195 200 There we go. And now were sailing. The hill by the river gave my car a ramp, it was angled enough to act as a ramp. My truck swerved as we hit the ground but I regained controls. I turned out of the view of anyone looking at me from the river. I looked back one more time to see the countries out of their cars and watching as I left. --- Before countries, there were continents and Oceans. They ruled over the lands and seas but their mother told them once the countries were born to leave them be. The continents couldn't interact with their children, and the Ocean couldn't be known of. That is in till the Atlantic Ocean deems otherwise in the isles of Wall-mart.