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Pratyush Sharma has spent his entire life hiding the truth about who he is, carrying a secret that could shatter everything he has ever known. Pihu Nagarkoti, on the other hand, lives life with an open heart, believing that kindness can be found in the most unexpected places. When fate keeps bringing them together, what begins as a series of chance encounters slowly blossoms into a love neither of them sees coming. But some truths are harder to confess than they are to carry. Astitva: Beneath Our Sky is a bittersweet tale of identity, acceptance, and a love that dares to exist in a world that often fears what it doesn't understand. TOP 1 IN GENDEREUALITY (25/08/2026)

In Renaissance Venice, Lucia Bellandi must live as the young painter Luca to pursue the art she loves in a world that refuses women such a calling. When she is commissioned to paint for the house of Contarini, an unexpected bond grows between her and the son of the Savio Grande, until a forgotten sketch and a carnival mask reveal they have met before. Will their love be powerful enough to overcome social norms? *Inspired by my love for the movie Dangerous Beauty and for the city of Venice *If you like old-fashioned historical romances, this is for you! *The novel is finished, and now I am uploading it with every revision *Includes illustrations Excerpt from Chapter 6: At length, abandoning the hope that memory alone would bridge the distance between them, he turned without another word and crossed to the writing desk, resolved to let the forgotten sketch speak where words had failed. But he stopped before his hand opened the drawer, a better idea already taking shape in his mind. "Then let us make a pact," he said softly. "I shall guard your secret as faithfully as I would my own honour." His eyes did not leave hers. "Only grant me this in return: remain here a little longer, and paint me-not merely until the portrait is finished, but until you remember the man who once stood before you a long time ago." Excerpt from Chapter 8: "But have I not already painted every likeness you could desire?" He stepped nearer, and Lucia feared he must surely hear the frantic beating of her heart, as though it might burst from her chest. "You are mistaken. You painted a stranger." His gaze remained upon hers. "Then perhaps you painted a friend, or merely an acquaintance. But today..." He let the words linger between them before continuing, his voice quieter now. "I ask but one last favour of you. Paint not the son of Lord Contarini, nor the gentleman you once knew only from behind a Carnival mask. Paint only the man who stands before you now-the man you can finally see."

A Fictional Memoir of the tradition of a woman playing Peter Pan, which helped me think through my Gender. This NeuroQueer Retellung is appropriate for readers 10 and up, because kids have the RIGHT to read Queer Literature! Since an "Actress" is assumed to be a woman, and Peter Pan is a boy, there is Misgendering in this fanfiction. It was in the tags, but I want to put a clear Trigger Waning. Also, Trigger Warning for the racial slur that calls Indigenous People "Red." I have thoughts... Credit for the Fairy Genders goes to J.M. Barrie My portrayal of Tiger Lily is Anti-Colonial Through a Disability Justice lens. To Sondra Lee, who played Tiger Lily, and saved my life To Lerisssa Fasthorse, who justly restored my lost dignity To Adolph Green, who taught me what makes a monter and what makes a man, is complicated To Jerome Robbins, who challenged my intellect and morality And of course to Mary Martin, who taught me about the "Unusal things you can do"

A view of society

In a world where women are empowered and encouraged to perform their will, the men are put in the background of things, invisible like the air they breathe. Leslie Morgan is one of those men, and I recount his tales of always being second, and that men are not always what they're portrayed as. This is a story told entirely in the form of free verse, because why the hell should there be diversity only in characters and not in forms of writing? A/N: Steal my works without my permission, I will steal your life without your permission. Apart from that, I'm a nice person.

The girl smiled at her, not knowing who she was. "You look like a princess. You have nice hair and blue eyes that look like a dragon gave them to you." Princess Zahra gave a shaky laugh, wondering if the girl knew she had the same, glowing eyes as herself. "Well, I think you look like a princess too." She shook her head. "I don't want to be a princess. I want to be a warrior." --- Like any world, Rova is plagued with issues such as social disbalances, gender inequality and pirates. It is also included in a 20 year war. Zahra, the princess of Rova, is unaware of these problems because of her sheltered lifestyle within the palace walls. Her only worries are the temper of her little sister, Jaylyn, and the fear of disappointing her parents, the King and Queen. However, her views are tampered with as she is kidnapped and pulled into the lifestyle of pirates where she is exposed to the class discriminations, the poverty, magic and the raw power that people, especially women, can have when driven and determined. These new experiences also slap her into the reality that decisions have an impact and that she needs to learn to make them wisely. *** Also, please feel free to give constructive feedback and point out spelling or grammar mistakes. Thank you much and enjoy :) ***

(I don't own cover just founded it and liked it.. *warning..No promises on how long this story will last* It all started with a young boy name Rider who loves to dress femininely, he just moved into a new school. Trying to hide his girl side of him was hard, until he met Ava who showed him its okay to be something no body excepts or expects you to be!

She was trained to save lives. No one told her the one who would need saving was herself. In the unforgiving corridors of a teaching hospital, a young surgical trainee learns that mastering the scalpel is only half the battle. In the midst of the twenty four hour shifts, sleepless nights, bloody scrubs and abusive colleagues, she's crushed by the relentless pressure to prove herself every single day. But the hardest battles aren't the ones of the operating table. They are in the casual humiliation disguised as teaching. In the double standards hiding behind "seniority". In the careers quietly sabotaged to feed someone's ego. In being called "difficult" when a man would be called "confident". In being expected to be brilliant, but never intimidating. Resilient, but never angry. Ambitious, but never threatening. A woman, but also not. This is not just my story. It's the story of all those women before me, with me and after me, in a job that is neither forgiving nor accepting of a women just trying to belong.

Saturm is the twin brother of aria, although he might be a silent and cold person, but he love his family as much as aria does. At the age of 12, he suddenly has a dream of the future. And was suddenly awakened an ice magic, what will happen to his sister and their future? Read it and found out.

Five hearts. One barkada. A lifetime of tangled feelings. Yannie, Karl, Carlo, Sarah, and Marah - magbabarkadang sabay lumaki, sabay nangarap, sabay nasaktan. Pero habang tumatanda, unti-unting nagiging kumplikado ang mga tawa, ang mga tingin, at ang mga lihim na matagal nang tinatago. Yannie, the gay friend who always smiles, but hides the pain of loving someone he can't have. Karl, the charming one with a girlfriend - and a secret crush on his best friend, Yannie. Sarah, the girl who fell for her best friend's boyfriend. Carlo, the weird boy who secretly loves Sarah, the girl who doesn't see him that way. Marah, the loyal friend who only wants Carlo's heart - even if it's never hers. Bumalik sila sa San Felipe para sa fiesta, pero hindi lang alaala ang sasalubong sa kanila - pati mga pusong hindi pa rin marunong magpaubaya. Sa gitna ng tawanan, tampuhan, at tagpong puno ng nostalgia, they'll realize that sometimes... the hardest love stories are the ones shared with the people you call friends.

Just a collection of my poetry.

A book full of untold thoughts.

This is a romantic science fiction and Parallel World theory related story

Men and women should be equal in the world. ( includes topics about gender equality, stopping the men and women stereotypes. ) copyright © RedamancyProject™

Title: India's Problems Description: India, a land of diversity and progress, also struggles with deep-rooted issues that impact millions every day. India's Problems dives into the harsh realities of both online and offline struggles faced by men, women, and society as a whole. From gender biases, legal injustices, and economic struggles to social stigmas, mental health concerns, and digital-age challenges-this book uncovers the untold stories and silent battles people fight daily. With an unfiltered approach, it sheds light on false allegations, domestic violence against men, workplace discrimination, unrealistic beauty standards, toxic societal expectations, and the ongoing debate over equality. It challenges stereotypes, questions outdated laws, and sparks conversations that demand change. This is not just a book-it's a mirror reflecting the real issues that many choose to ignore. Whether you're a victim of these problems, an observer, or someone seeking solutions, India's Problems will make you think, question, and push for a fairer society.

Just some thoughts of on the patriarchal world we live in, and how a middle schooler percieves them. Was my entry for the UNICEF Gender Equality Campaign

Sam Winter always felt like something was different about themself. They was never quite sure what it was, but when something big changes their life they comes to realize she's not happy with who they are. With the help of an old childhood friend, Naomi, big brother Alec, and adventure driven Hailey will Sam surpass freshman year and discover who they are?

A poem I wrote for the competition. Enjoy!

Little girls are told, To be perfect for their men. But what about the boys? Who will tell them?