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Voici quelques extraits d'un recueil de nouvelles que j'ai écris lors de mon adolescence. 
Je le publie ici afin d'avoir quelques retours et voir s'il en vaut vraiment la peine.

Ce recueil est fait de différentes parties, cela parle d'histoire, de jeunesse et de sentiments. 
Il commence au début de la guerre par des petites nouvelles et se termine avec des nouvelles plus centrées sur des personnages vivant dans notre siècle.  Ce recueil a pour but de faire réfléchir, de voir la vie de différentes manières et enfin de montrer ce qu'est l'humanité.All Rights Reserved

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"Goodbye Curly Head" by NUmaker

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)

christmases before by michealhehee

𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖋𝖊𝖑𝖑 𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖌𝖓𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖆𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖎𝖒𝖊, 𝖎𝖙 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖆 𝖒𝖎𝖗𝖆𝖈𝖑𝖊. 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖞𝖊𝖉 𝖚𝖕 𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝖆𝖙 𝖓𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙, 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖈𝖍𝖘 𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖜𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖌𝖔𝖘𝖘𝖎𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖓 𝖜𝖔𝖚𝖑𝖉 𝖋𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖎𝖓 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝖙𝖔 𝖒𝖆𝖐𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖒 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖋𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞-𝖎𝖓-𝖑𝖆𝖜𝖘. 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖈𝖆𝖓 𝖎𝖒𝖆𝖌𝖎𝖓𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖏𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖔𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝖜𝖍𝖊𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖙𝖔𝖌𝖊𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖔 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖆𝖑 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖊𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖞 𝖜𝖊𝖗𝖊 𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖍𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖇𝖔𝖞𝖘. 𝖓𝖔 𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖑𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖉-𝖋𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖘-𝖙𝖔-𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖔𝖗𝖞 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖊. *͛ ͙͛ ⁑͛⋆͛* or, in which we recount a story of past christmases that led six boys together. or, a prequel to my story 'hot chocolate and thrift shopping'.

Soulbound (Bound by Desire #1) by LilaRosa34

What did they mean? I knew who I was, didn't I? I was Rosalia Mallory, a girl left on the doorstep of our town's foster agency to find a new home. From there I went through three homes before at the age of 16 instead of having to live in the group home I secured enough money to, along with the money the foster carers were given for me, to buy an apartment building. Alongside a job bartending and waitressing I had enough money to attend college and am currently studying Religion and Mythology, Creative writing and Art. Just a normal teenage girl with a normal life. But at the same time, I'm not. Who am I? Seems like the most cliché question a teenager can ask right? Except when your missing months, if not years, of your life suddenly that seemingly simple question takes on a whole new meaning. After all, if you don't know your whole past how can you answer that for yourself?

Static by hattielynn

{COMPLETED} "now that you've had your fun electrocuting me, would you care to hop in the backseat?" ---------------------------------------------------------- Freak DNA. That's what I like to call it. The fault to my genetic code. More often than not, it's a curse. The static running through my blood gave me a name. A cruel, daunting label of a measly bug. A roach. That's what I am to them, to the government. Roach; the nameless monster with electricity for a sense and lightening as a second nature. It ruined my life, the sparking currents playing tag in my mind, running around and bumping into everything, shaking me loose. The government, actually. They ruined my life. My curse just gave them a reason. You see, the normal population with ordinary DNA, they don't know about the people like me. The roaches of the world. We don't get that kind of recognition at the camps. There, we are only one thing in the military's eyes. We are weapons and we will act like it. Everyone else out there, bathing in the goodness they don't know they've got, they don't know about the roaches their stepping on. As long as their getting closer to the sky, they don't care what they stand on to reach it. They don't know about the sparkling dreamer that's killed 7 people before her 17th birthday. They don't about the ghost of a girl peaking around corners for her entire life because even home wasn't safe. They don't know about the fighter of steel and iron sucking on his bloody lip courtesy of the wars he battles in as nothing but a shadow. They don't know about the masked villain who would do anything to see the army they lead claim the throne They don't know about us. But they will, because we will rise. And when we arrive, we will arrive violently. ___________________________________________ Started: 10.06.15 Finished: 3.17.16

The New American Dream by midnight--vamp

"I see the world and it seems like I see it so differently than most other people. It makes me really angry most of the time. Especially since no one ever listens to me or what I've got to say. I try to express myself in so many different ways and no one sees it. When I sing a song people will only care about how the music sounds or how much I swore. If I paint, people will see the picture but not the meaning. It seems so obvious to me but everyone just seems to... close their eyes. Or at least shut off their brain. As if I see things they don't. But when they don't listen, how can I communicate that to them? It's so frustrating." Allie is a high school student and has big plans to make the world a better place. But her own head is pitting against her, throwing rocks in her path on a daily basis. Everything seems to be great for a while but what happens when her world suddenly comes crashing down around her? Can she ever recover? A coming-of-age story that deals with mental ilnesses, grief, first loves and family, briefly taps into the subject of religion and will likely enrapture you. Trigger warning: mental illnesses, self harm, death, dealing with grief, mentions of guns and gun control, mentions of cults, mentions of homophobia, dissociation. Names of bands, band members and song titles have been changed but at this point I want to credit mainly Palaye Royale, the band 'Homesick Soldiers' that is mentioned throughout is heavily based off them, but I'm sure if you're familiar with them you would have been able to tell that :)

"No Life 'Til Leather" by NUmaker

Sometimes shit happens. Hey, it's not always your day, it's alright. One moment you're riding high, soaring above these mud-riddled plains with the king of mercs by your side, another, you're running far away from the crater he blew himself up in. You've really outdone yourself this time. W's dead, there's angel blood on your fingers and something itches to grow out of your skull. To pierce those gray curls of yours and bask in the twin moon's soft gaze. Something brewing deep within, eager to dim that halo forever and shatter your wings. A piece of you that's always been there, always hiding and growling, waiting for its moment to shine. So, hit the lights, Andy. Give it some stage time. Let yourself live a little. Throw out that Lateran jacket, put on some leather. Grow a pair of horns, befriend a fiend. Forget Laterano, forget Lungmen. Kazdel is your new home. And your new home's where you rightfully belong, you little rascal. Hellooooo people !! Here we are, a SPIN-OFF story of my "Curly Head" series, in which Andy actually went on that one job he previously ditched and got himself into quite a predicament. In this one, I'll turn the angst-meter down, I promise. W and Andy, happy times. :D This is, of course, perfectly fine as a standalone work, I think, but if you're new and wanna brush up on the lore then you can do just that! Series starts with "Goodbye Curly Head", rest is pretty straightforward. Summed up: thirteen year old boy from Laterano ships himself off to fight in the Kazdel Civil War for peacekeeping reasons, situation turns to shit at the end of his tour, forced to stay in Kazdel and make money as a merc, meets up the first W's crew at the age of sixteen, circus-slapstick follows. Ps: I'm not giving up on "Almost Green", only taking a small break and also delivering some much needed fluff-ish stuff. Tell me you thoughts in the comments, I tend to reply to every single one of them and love reading through them all! Have fun!

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From France to America: a Journey of Strength by Mlissa534070

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It Wasn't Love ✔️ by depressedbrit

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"Goodbye Curly Head"

Through thick and thin the Law shall prevail. A new sense of purpose awaits us, children of light, in the land where it all began. The darkness in which we once cowered in fear, now curbed by the might of our endless light. Come, brothers, come, sisters. Let there be peace among the wicked, just as the Law dictates. Peace and certainty is all that you have ever longed for, little angel. A bright, stable future. A roof without holes above thy head. Acknowledgement and recognition of thy existence, feverish dreams of grandeur. Greed born from yearning, treacherous vines of rapacity taint your innocent soul. You seek a future that does not exist. Let thy fingers hold the fragile line between dream and nightmare. Let thy light navigate the path. Shall thee give in and falter, O' land of old, envelop his body in thy unending flame of chaos. Spit out nothing but an empty husk, the remnants of a smile once so bright. Shall thee prevail, O', Great Kazdel, I ask of you, the impossible - take mercy on the innocent. Don't let the radiance dim and don't let the mind turn bleak. Wake, young traveler. Bid thy farewells and burn thy bridges. It's time to say goodbye, curly head. Cross post from AO3. For a shorter and more on-point description, look no further! I had something silly written up before throwing it out in exchange for that wall of text upstairs. It's a little story "about a young, dumb sankta who's been dealt a bad hand at life, looking for his place in all this mess. The pointless search for a better future leads him far, far away from home, to a country forever ravaged by war and misery - Kazdel, the promised land where devils roam free and peace feels out of place." Anyway, it's quite lengthy, but hopefully enjoyable? Slide a comment if you want, I'll give you a tiny kiss on the forehead. Man, do I love comments. (Lastly, to point out, English is not my native language, but I don't think it'll be much of an issue ;3)