Postpandemic Stories

Not a happy meal. In a post-pandemic world, many things have changed, most of all our relationships with one another. Once-best friends Jolie and Makenna try to get back into the swing of things. A cynical contemplation on the nature of love and success, in unhad dialogue over mango salad and mimosas.

When two American researchers return from a frozen crater in Russia, they feel perfectly fine. But people around them begin dying - instantly, without warning, and without a trace of infection. As the world spirals into panic, governments declare a global outbreak. But it isn't a virus. It's the beginning of something else. Something humanity isn't ready for. As the death toll rises and chaos spreads, one rogue scientist uncovers the chilling truth: the "infected" aren't sick... they're evolving. And the Earth? It's not dying. It's adapting. What if the next stage of evolution wasn't human? And what if it started with you?

When sixteen-year-old Eleah moves to a new town after the pandemic, she expects change-but not the kind that follows her into her dreams. Haunted by a familiar boy she has never met, Eleah begins to question the thin line between reality and imagination. As dreams start to overlap with her waking life, she must uncover whether some connections are coincidences... or something far deeper.

Documenting my problems with Amazon KDP publishing. Please don't take my ranting serious I am real frustrated. Have a Laugh with me!

a remake of my olderstory which i made in december so yeah also btw once more MY MAIN IS LOGGED OUT!

"Oh almost fell there. Thanks, Channie." "I'll always be there to catch you, bunny" Minho visibly cringed, his face scrunched up "You're so ew Channie". But Chan laughed and minho laughed too. Chan tackled minho and spun him twice before dropping him safely on the land. Those were the past, Minho was just 23 when everything came crashing down.

In post-pandemic India, the walls of Chitrakala Parishath whisper with stories untold. Brushstrokes Beneath the Silence follows the intertwined journeys of Fine Arts students struggling under the crushing weight of parental pressure, societal expectations, and their own mental battles. From Aadhya's quiet fight to be seen, to Reyan's rebellion carved in stone, Kabir's first-generation struggles, and Zoya's war with the digital gaze - each student paints a portrait of resilience, doubt, and hope. This is not just a story about art. It's about survival. Healing. And the silent strokes beneath every masterpiece.

Alina had her shit together and she had always had a plan. Step one, she would be the first in her family to graduate from college. Step two, she'd start her career and work her way up in the company. She'd make good money, travel, and thrive. Step three, she'd find her person, settle down and have babies before she was thirty. Well, she got through about half of her plan and then the pandemic happened. Now she was 27 trying to relearn how to function socially, and failing miserably at finding her person. At least it wasn't just her that was struggling, it was her whole generation. The generation of social distance was royally fucked. Those three years they lost were key to securing jobs, meeting people, buying homes, and well being a normal adult in their twenties. As the world tried to get back to what it once was, Alina for the first time in her life did not have her shit together.

A haiku on the effects of the pandemic. It's gone but it's still amongst us in a different form.

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