Истории Realisme

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{ ROUND 3 ONC2026 QUALIFIER } 🏅 { ONE OF THE NANO WATT 2026 LONGLISTER }🎖 ~~~~~~~~~~~ -•-•-•-•-•-•-•-• -•-•-•-• Five years. Five failures. One broken promise. When Hari leaves Samastipur for the jagged skyline of Mumbai, he thinks he has already lost everything. He is wrong. To survive the "city of illusions," he must lose his ego, his past, and his privacy. In the dark belly of a warehouse, amidst the smoke and the steel, he encounters the people the world forgot and the one man who leaves footprints on his heart that change the path of his life forever. A tale of sacrifice, struggle, and the search for a foothold in a world that never stops moving. ******* One request I did like to make- please do not copy, repost, or plagiarize this work in any form. This story is personal, and it took time, effort, and heart to write. Copyright © February 2026- Prosperion X. ❣️Happy Reading ❣️

The story follows a young mercenary-in-training that still misunderstands good between bad, trained by their merciless boss, who he sees as a father figure. Following a forcefully hardened teenager who quickly learns more and more about the sad cruelty of the life he is forced to endure and live.

An arranged marriage. Two strangers. One home. It should have been simple. It wasn't. Not because of betrayal. Not because of tragedy. But because some truths take years to recognize.

He asked the doctor to call his daughter. The doctor said they would do it in the morning. Morning never came. After fifteen years in a failing public hospital, Dr. Pavel Somov has learned how to treat patients without seeing the people inside them. Then Semyon appears-an elderly orderly with no badge, no personnel file, and an unsettling habit of knowing things he could not possibly know. As Pavel moves through another series of night shifts, every patient brings him closer to the grief he has spent years avoiding. And one question becomes impossible to ignore: who is Semyon-and why does he seem to know the one death Pavel cannot forgive himself for? Darkly funny and quietly devastating, *God Wasn't on the Roster* is a novel about burnout, loss, the words we leave unsaid, and the difference between saving a life and refusing to let someone die alone.

Clover has fallen. The blitzkrieg is over. But the nightmare has only just begun. Stripped of his grimoire and severed from the Black Bulls, Asta awakens on the shores of Hino-a land once spoken of with reverence, now hollowed out by the Ritosu Shogunate and their foreign Rottannian masters. In this occupied realm, the old ways of "never giving up" are met with cold, industrial execution. The citizens live in a surveilled cage, policed by ruthless collaborators and watched by the mechanical eyes of the Reich. Magicless and alone, Asta is a pathogen in a sterile machine. Hunted as a dangerous anomaly, he must navigate a landscape of political betrayal and bleeding resistance cells. He is a ghost in a machine where the enemy doesn't just want to conquer-they want to erase. A revolution is brewing, but in Hino, freedom is bought with blood, not hope. - THE IMPERIAL WORLD SAGA An alternate-universe divergence from the canon timeline. ACT II: RESONANCE - Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction work based on Black Clover (AU). Original characters/settings belong to Yuki Tabata/Shueisha. AI used for formatting/syntax refinement. Warning: Strictly for mature readers. Contains themes of occupation, betrayal, and visceral warfare. Reader discretion is advised.

The Last Harvest Some love stories are written in letters. Others are written in a lifetime of sacrifices. After graduating with a degree in Accountancy, Neir Nevaeh M. Pisiac returns to her grandparents' quiet provincial home, hoping to spend a year away from the rush of city life. But the season she comes home is harvest season-a time when golden rice fields promise both hope and livelihood to the farming community. While her grandmother manages the endless work of the harvest, Neir Nevaeh M. Pisiac devotes herself to caring for her bedridden grandfather, Feodor. Day after day, she feeds him, changes his clothes, listens to his stories, and stays beside him through long, silent nights. Though an accident has stolen much of his memory, Feodor remembers one thing with remarkable clarity: the life he lived before old age claimed his body. He remembers a childhood shaped by poverty in the rice fields of Bohol. He remembers the father who healed with faith instead of medicine. He remembers the stubborn boy who refused to let hardship bury his dreams. He remembers leaving home in search of an education, working tirelessly to build a better future, and meeting the woman who would become the love of his life-Miracle. As forgotten memories slowly return through heartfelt conversations, Neir discovers that every wrinkle on her grandfather's face hides a story worth preserving, every harvest carries the weight of countless sacrifices, and every lifetime leaves behind seeds for the next generation. The Last Harvest is a moving novel about family, resilience, enduring love, and the quiet heroes whose greatest achievements are not written in history books but live on in the hearts of those they leave behind.

Reversed retribution is a dark fantasy progression story set between two connected worlds: a modern Earth hiding supernatural forces, and Adreith's journey The story follows two boys walking completely different paths toward the same destiny. Adan is an ordinary student whose life collapses after a deadly school attack awakens a terrifying power hidden inside him. Thrown into a world of Death Magic, mana users, and beings hunting something unknown, he survives not through mastery, but through sheer will refusing to fall even when everything around him breaks. Far beyond his world, Adreith fights to find his family in a strange world. Armed with strange relics, rope based combat techniques, and an unyielding spirit, he battles to protect the last remnants of the Hillibrims while ncovering truths buried beneath the ashes of a dying civilization. As ancient powers awaken and the line between worlds begins to fracture, both boys are drawn toward a conflict far greater than themselves one tied to forgotten civilizations, living relics, Raiders, Ravens, and a mystery that has consumed the world for generations. At its core, reverse retribution is a story about survival, identity, sacrifice, and the terrifying weight of becoming something the world was never prepared for.

When a quiet young woman returns to the mansion that once tried to claim her, she brings only a trembling Chihuahua and a watchful wolf. But the house remembers her-its walls shift, its shadows breathe, and its secrets pull her back into a past she tried to escape. To survive, she must face the truth the house has been waiting to reveal.

They call me Charlie, and I'm an old bastard. I'm mixed blood, born under a master, and grew old on the streets. I no longer trust anyone, not even the smell of the wind.

In a village overshadowed by the looming threat of an undefeated warlord, a mysterious golden monkey emerges, bringing hope and unity. As the cycle of fate repeats itself, one person holds the knowledge of past lives and the power to change destiny. Guided by visions of the future, they lead the villagers in an unlikely stand against impossible odds. But victory does not bring celebration-only a quiet peace, a deep contentment that settles over the village as history is rewritten. Dream Story #1

A teenage girl who's being thrown around and is tired of being misunderstood, put into wrongly assumed boxes based on parts of her she didn't even know existed. One cold night, she walks through the seemingly never ending woods behind her house, trying to clear her head after a false, but hurtful scandal spread about her school, she stumbles upon a hidden lake. Legend says that if she drops every false name into the water, she'll finally discover her true self. But there's a price to pay for every choice.. Letting go means losing pieces of her past, and every name holds a memory-all the time spent with loved ones, versions of herself she's outgrown, mistakes she's made, lessons learned, each core memory and the many stories saved for the grandkids. And the more she sits by the lake, the more she realizes that maybe there is no one "true" self waiting for her at the end. Maybe that's just another trap box in itself. But then-Isn't the truth always the better pick? Or are some pieces meant to stay lost?

IN THE NAME OF THE ARCHITECTS. Earth remains a world of the greatest warriors and minds. She had given birth to life bringers and chaos creators. A product of both, Mike Randall, the average man amongst a world of incredible technology. Forged by the European African wars, he is tasked with one final mission to eliminate those that wish destabilization and the overthrow of the Pakistani government. New objectives, new missions. A man out of time, what more could ask for when everything goes awry, and he is standing before the arbiter of all of life? Princess Lecca-Maradel Emma Arish: the link of reality. Once the messenger of truth, the harbinger of peace between nations, her responsibilities of her line of succession were striped, and her power diminished. Yondel's thirst for expansion stretches far beyond the frontiers, and now with allies distancing themselves, and her people hunger for change, an age-old foe threatens to resurrect as she is placed in command of men not of her own blood.

Avonranch Orphanage, a place for parentless children to reside in. From an outsiders perspective, all seemed well until you lived a day inside the place. For it was not a place for kids to live in. Serephene Whyte, orphan at 17. Taken to a new environment, confusion fills her body as she takes in the elegance of the new place. Worry fills in as realisation hits that this isn't a normal school. A normal building from the outside, weird encounters past the gate. Maybe this school will help piece together the murder of her family, or maybe it'll make it question her whole existence. _____ REALISM WITH MIXED MAGIC FICTION. YA, Written by Casper G.

TARTARUS A Road Novel About the Hell We Carry Inside He bought a ticket to Nowhere. That was all. A tired station at 2:30 in the morning. One working ticket window. Damp asphalt. Cheap perfume. People hugging each other before the road took them away. Then he stepped onto the bus. The driver looked like a man who had seen too much of humanity and kept driving anyway. The route made no sense. The road kept changing. Passengers disappeared. Memories became places. Old guilt boarded without asking. And somewhere between rain, silence, bad coffee, strange stops, and a destination no one could explain, he began to understand the worst truth of all: Tartarus was not waiting at the end of the road. He had been carrying it inside himself for years. Darkly funny, strange, and painfully human, TARTARUS is an existential road novel about guilt, escape, self-deception, and the moment a man finally stops running from his own life.

TRIGGER WARNING: Contains scenes that may not be suitable for everyone. Meet Amanda. She's an average, normal teen in high school. She's goes by her day, attending classes, passing exams and just being normal. That's the main thing about her; Normal. She usually doesn't talk to people until one day a boy in her class talks to her. She gets invited to a party. From that one night, her life changes and what follows is a unfortunate series of events and her life changes after one choice.

"Endless Twilight" is a journal of alienation, an honest confession about losing motivation and the emptiness left by the absence of a clear future. Between twilight and spring, between endings and beginnings, the protagonist oscillates between despair and the illusion of hope. He searches for meaning in chaos, but every answer seems to push him further away from himself. It is a story about resignation, but also about the fragile moments of light that sometimes pierce the darkness.

She told her story. This is mine. After is the other side of a love story-the part that was never told. Not to prove anyone wrong, not to seek sympathy, but to reveal the truth behind the silence. A story about love, regret, loyalty, heartbreak, and the things we carry without ever saying out loud. Sometimes there are two versions of the same story. Sometimes the truth lives somewhere in between.

Harfleur is a tomb. The march to Calais is a slow, muddy death. When the call to war comes, Elric, a farmer from the tiny village of Oakhaven, is ripped from the only life he has ever known. For a farmer turned levy in the King's army, the war is not won with glory, but with the cold weight of iron. As march drags on, the landscape of France begins to blur into the memory of home. By the journey's end, Elric will realize the true price of the king's road.

Two neighbors live side by side, separated only by a thin wall-yet separated by something far stranger than distance. One lives in 2025. The other lives in 1925. And somehow, impossibly, the wall between them carries sound perfectly across a century. At first, their conversations are cautious-confusion turning into curiosity as they try to understand how their worlds overlap. Elias, surrounded by a fast, noisy future of machines and silence disguised as convenience, speaks to Arthur, a man shaped by ink, coal smoke, and a world that still believes in order. But as time bends and shifts unpredictably, Arthur disappears... and someone new takes his place. Different voice. Different habits. Different hunger. Yet the wall remains constant. As Elias learns to listen beyond dates, calendars, and logic, he discovers that the wall is not a mistake in time-it is a meeting place for people who were never supposed to meet, but did anyway. Across generations that never touch, the conversations grow deeper, more human, and more fragile, until even food, silence, and breathing become shared experiences. But the wall does not promise permanence. It only promises connection. And in the end, Elias must learn what it truly means to lose someone you have never stood in the same room with-and still miss them as if you had.