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First the clocks started lying. Then the sky. The Earth is fading. Andy left his past behind. His past didn't leave him. Retired astronaut. Dying world. A truth nobody wants to hear. @Wwesto Please read and support ❤️

"Civilization has nearly fallen as Blood Storms swept through major cities, monsters of the bloody shadow followed in the storm and killed all that got in their way. Cities are massacred and the storms rage across the planet." It is a two hundred years later and the world has slowly recovered. The might Blood Storm that once covered the entire planet has fractured into thousands of smaller Storms around the world. The countryside is constantly ravaged by Blood Storms, no one goes in them unless they want to travel to another city. Unlike the countryside, cities have a chance to rebuild but mistrust and violence over resources have made it hard for them to come back together. Totalitarian groups formed from old military remnants, promising to save the world but secretly want it to stay fractured just for their own gain of power in the seat. Groups formed outside these cities, fighting for survival, Raiders attack in the night and melee becomes the new combat norm. Storm Sickness ravages large populations. They are discriminated against and hated against, considered a different race other than humans. Sanctuaries formed to protect the sick. The Kreed sit as the only group that can stop the Rymar's advance against the Sick. And in all of this mayhem, murder, chaos and misery, Kade Malken and Rovan Kreesh's stories shall unfold. (We got over 30 thousand words for the Just Write It program!)

💙💗 HAM MILE BHI NAHIN, PHIR BHI TUMSE MILE Mile bhi toh aise ki kabhi mile hi nahin... Aur bichhde bhi toh aise ki kabhi saath the hi nahin. Kya kisi aise insaan ki yaad aa sakti hai, jisse kabhi mulaqat hi na hui ho? Kya bina naam jaane kisi ke liye dil mein jagah ban sakti hai? Aur kya do anjaan, ek-doosre se door rehkar bhi ek hi ehsaas ko mehsoos kar sakte hain? Ye kahani hai do anjaan dilon ki- jinhone ek-doosre ko kabhi dekha nahin, kabhi baat nahin ki, kabhi saath chale nahin... Phir bhi jaane kyun, unki khamoshiyon mein ek-doosre ki awaaz sunaai deti rahi. Woh apne sawaalon ke saath jee raha tha- "Jise dekha nahin, uski yaad kyun aati hai?" Aur kahin door, woh bhi usi sawaal ka jawaab dhoondh rahi thi- "Jise jaana nahin, uski kami kyun mehsoos hoti hai?" Shayad ye sirf ek ittefaq tha... Ya phir kisi aise rishte ki shuruaat, jise duniya ne naam dene se pehle do dilon ne mehsoos kar liya tha. 🌙🌸 ✍🏻 Written by Nova Rey

Elias Venn sees failure before it happens. A hairline crack in a system-approved blade. A weak seam beneath a monster's armor. Something valuable buried in scrap everyone else has written off. In the Seed World, food, shelter, rank, and even the Life Right needed to return to Earth must be earned. Elias has no combat rating, no patron, and no certification. What he does have is an eye for how things break. When a defective blade snaps inside a mine and a teammate pays in blood, Elias proves the weapon was faulty. The system still marks his team as failures, and the people who issued the blade would rather bury the evidence than admit what happened. To survive, Elias will have to turn discarded tools, overlooked fighters, and closed doors into leverage of his own. If the established factions will not give him a path home, he will build one.

The book is a set of awkward and random poems, totally uncalled for. Like a random video that pops up in your recommendations, which makes your day. Like that random second you look up to admire the weather, or like the random fleet of sadness which gazes through you out of the blue. The thing is, you can never expect what you will see here.

The world has ended. One hundred fifty years ago, a mysterious figure known as the Necromancer released his hordes of Nightspawn upon the world. Now, humanity has been pushed back to the Citadel, a towering five level fortress built into the side of a mountain that contains the last vestige of a once great civilization. For the people inside, it's the only world they've ever known, but as one adventurous Squad of soldiers attempts to venture beyond those walls of safety, the politics inside the tower, come crumbling down.

Since Erik left to start the brotherhood Charles went through a lot. What happens when one day Logan comes back in time to save the future. Erik will then find out what Charles has gone through and wishes to help him. Can Charles really trust him? Can Charles trust him to not leave again?

لە بەیانییەکی ساردی زستاندا، لەسەر شەقامێکی بەستووی چۆڵ، ڕووداوێکی نەخوازراو ڕێڕەوی ژیانی دوو کەسی تەواو جیاواز بەیەکتر دەبەستێتەوە. بێلان؛ کچێکی گەنمڕەنگ و چاوڕەش، کە برینی لەدەستدانی برایەکی لە دڵدایە. ئاروا؛ کوڕێکی ئەسمەری خاوەن ڕیشی ساکسۆکی، ژیانێکی سەربەخۆ و پڕ لە نهێنی دەژێت. ئایا ڕێکەوتێکی سەهۆڵبەندانەکە دەبێتە سەرەتای گەرمییەک لە نێوان دڵەکانیاندا؟ نووسەر: shan1eii ژانەر: ڕۆمانسی / دراما / کۆمیدی

As Arcadia comes to another falling, this time at the hands of Sairen Clan, the sky people must chose to either surrender and comply to the cynical terms of the enemy or fight until their last dying breath.

The veil is parting. Two regular Joes set off on a cross-country motorcycle ride of a lifetime. Along the way their fates are forever altered by a brutal crash that sends them head-first into the abyss. In that strange, dark place, an unlikely resident offers them a second chance. But it comes at a heavy price. Visions, Book One of the Hell Portals series, provides nonstop action, suspense, and horror, against the backdrop of a world where Hell has discovered a devastating loophole.

After defeating Father and reviving his younger brother, Edward Elric disappears without a trace. That was three years ago, now Alphonse goes out to find his brother. What he finds will turn his world upside down...

I've been searching for help. It's been my dreams to become a musician but ever since I lost my parents the light became dull and no hope of turning it back on.

Maybe what hurts me the most is the picture in my head Maybe it's the life I still wish to have Maybe it's the mistakes I always avoid to make Maybe it's the first step I never try to take Maybe it's the fears I created in my mind Maybe it's the thought of all what could be mine Maybe it's the hope of changing yesterday Maybe it's the voice inside that stands in between my way Maybe it's my lack of reality, Maybe what hurts me the most is me.

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A week after The Battle of Paradisus, The Red Widow finds himself on a strange planet with a familiar face. A new threat comes to ruin the reunion, will the friends be able to escape the oncoming armies of Darkness to fight another day?

Un día común en un mundo normal después de la "Gran Caída" acompañemos a la protagonista de esta historia a lugares de su mundo en decadencia. Llegaremos a entender sus pensamientos y los de sus amigos en el transcurso de esta historia. Poco a poco y un paso a la vez se descubrirán los misterios de su mundo.

Don't know if anyone actually cares. This just for the people who do I guess. It's mostly art.

In a post apocalyptic world ruled by a corrupt, heartless, power-hungry Tyrant, 'The Hunt' is a decennial occurrence. Ten young adults are randomly selected; and once you have been chosen there is no going back. Controversy comes when Alexis, a young farm-girl is chosen; and although men only are permitted she must go as resistance to the ruler is punishable by death. The ten venture to the island and search for mystical shards for their ruthless and relentless leader, but one by one as they are possessed by the island. A mad frenzy begins; the island almost becomes a mental asylum as the ten fight to keep sane, but two weeks on the island without finding any shards will force the Tyrant to loose his temper, so the ten frantically begin, but as the name of the search suggests, is it just a ploy of death? Secrets will be unlocked; beasts shall be unleashed, minds and lives will be lost. The island will deprive you of your sanity, try to escape your fate as you participate in the hunt on... Asylum Island. "It's not about the shards, it's about entertainment..." The Tyrant

Every day is about survival. Wake up, clock in, unload the parcels, clock out, go home. The cycle repeats itself over and over. Nothing changes. Survival is all that exists in this hellscape of modern wage slavery. Except, it isn't. Cisco never thought about it much, but then he began to wonder. These parcels he unloads from the trailers to put onto the all-powerful conveyor belt, whisking away boxed up mysteries, where do they go? What happens to them? Does he really want to find out? "Parcels" is a story based on real life experiences and curiosities about what goes on behind the scenes in a soul-sucking work environment.

"I'm sorry- I'm just scared to love again"