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Viktor wakes up on a lonely road in 1965. He remembers his name, but not how he got there - or why the world around him feels strangely familiar. As he finds shelter in a California commune, he begins to suspect that his arrival was no accident.

If you were given the chance to become a bystander in your favorite Harbinger's life, how would you react? Even if it meant becoming his test subject first...

The Scribe of the Empty Room is a novel rendered from Yusuf Ataa's original poem, "The Knowned Love." Thank you for stepping into this journey-may you find clarity and resonance in these pages.

Does it take a lifetime to discover who we truly are? Or perhaps, there was never an answer to begin with. Written in Burmese (Myanmar Language).

He ran into a burning building for a stranger's child. Everyone calls that the extraordinary part. This is the story of what came after - an insurance salesman named Faiz, a boy who won't stop calling him "the uncle who came for him," and the slow, unglamorous work of learning to actually live a life instead of just surviving one. Read the first few chapters here, then continue the full story - Ordinary is now available on Amazon.

Nothing happens to Andrei Voicu. Things happen to other people. A teacher, a woman, a man who slept four beds down from him at eleven years old. Small things, precise things, arriving years late and answering exactly what each of them did. He keeps a list. He is a careful man, and it is a careful list, and what frightens him about it is not the eleven names. It is that he cannot remember starting it. A prologue and twenty-one chapters. Updates Tuesdays and Fridays.

How do I go back to loving the way I did when I was twelve? Back when every possibility felt endless. Back when courage was always naturally there. Back when our hearts didn't know how to be afraid. Almost Never follows Karlee as she looks back on the quiet years of growing up in the Philippines during the mid-2010s, where friendship slowly blurred into first love, misunderstandings, and people that we share our most cherished memories with. Through school hallways, late-night conversations, handwritten letters, and rainy afternoons, Karlee discovers that not every love story is meant to become forever. Because perhaps first love was never meant to last forever. Perhaps it was simply meant to teach us how to love.

Bounty hunters surveil a bold fugitive disguised as a guard escorting slaves to market. Episode 1 - The Last Coffle Reading time: 14 minutes

A collection of short stories varying from different themes. Joy to sadness. Grief to love. Twice a week- a new story. Estimate: Monday and Thursday (Under 200 words)

Some places are not meant to be found. Others refuse to stay lost. When cartographer Elias Morrow is called to an uncharted region of the Atlantic, he expects flawed data, human error, and the usual map distortions-not resistance. The island does not behave like land. The closer it is defined, the more it shifts. The more it is understood, the less it exists. As a missing survey team's final logs grow stranger and more certain, Elias is drawn into a place that rejects precision, punishes certainty, and rewrites those who try to impose order on it. What begins as a recovery mission quickly becomes something more dangerous. It becomes a confrontation with the limits of perception, control, and identity itself. Because this island doesn't just defy mapping- It changes the people who try. And the most dangerous moment... Is when you think you finally understand it.

"Life, is just a game. That we play without tutorial. And me, Shigaraki Tenko, I am... The final boss." When she came back to Japan after the war, Réka didn't find what she expected. No one expected her connection with Tomura, nor the two children by her side. A decade later, Tenko joins Yuei, to prevent that, what happened to his father, would happen again. But the past isn't left behind. It surges back. About a story they ignored. About a cult slowly rising. About a cursed legacy, he both tries to break and is entangled in. ---------- Mature contents: -Strong language -Physical/psychological violence -Bullying/harrassment -Moral ambiguity -Substance use/addiction -Depression/suicide attempt/self-harm -Necrophagy -Lots of mentions around death/grief/mourning since the core theme exploited here is Tomura's death and legacy. TL.DR = I can't gauge each person's sensitivity and mine is basically low so you're warned. ---------- This story is also published on AO3, Inkitt, Quotev, Space Battles and FFN. Any repost, translation, or derivative use without explicit permission is not authorised.

He has five weeks to empty his mother's house before it belongs to strangers. Every object he touches opens a door into the past - and he narrates all of it beautifully, precisely, and almost entirely wrong. His sister remembers a different woman. An old friend remembers a version of him he's spent thirty years trying to forget. By the time the house is empty, he still won't be able to say the one true thing. But she already knows.

It's almost ten years since Komachi Hanaie died. Ise has spent a decade not saying her name. At sixteen she was the most beautiful girl in the school, and the most alone. She answered a compliment about her name by explaining what it used to mean. She told him they would never celebrate each other's birthdays. She was cold, exact, and entirely without fear - and she asked him for one thing. To be the witness. Ten years later he still has not gone to her grave. A quiet novel about beauty carried as an inheritance, about a mother who does not come home, and about the distance between wanting someone and loving them. 10 of 42 chapters posted. Updating. Originally written in Japanese.

Harmony and Leif. Two souls addicted to pleasure, to chaos, to each other. Together they built their own universe where winter settled quietly over the fjords and summer nights refused to grow dark. Some called it love. But perhaps it was something beautifully wilder: a chemical madness disguised as obsession. Because when you love too deeply, it doesn't fade- it lingers in the broken corners of your soul and follows you like a ghost. This is a story about youth, the illusion of first love, and the quiet ache of remembering what almost was.

The story continues as the mysterious warden of Zig-Zig is eventually informed about Herschel's escape. Against every principle of his precious Dalmicir school, Lyeasrakardsul submits and asks the Knomes for help before finally receiving the dreaded p-wyrd. Herschel is arrested as a chicken thief and brought to the town Stagna where he has been prejudged as a p-e-r-v-e-r-t by popular opinion, and where he will have some of the most significant encounters in his life.

Some questions refuse to let go. When twenty-one-year-old Hannah Morgan leaves her small hometown to study neuroscience, she carries little more than a suitcase, a notebook filled with questions, and the unwavering support of the grandmother who raised her. She believes she's beginning an ordinary college education. She has no idea she's taking the first steps toward one of the greatest scientific challenges in human history. As Hannah watches the person she loves most begin to lose the memories that define a lifetime, a single impossible question begins to consume her: What if memory didn't have to disappear? Dismissed by colleagues, tested by failure, and forced to sacrifice more than she ever imagined, Hannah devotes decades to a vision that others call impossible. What begins as grief becomes an obsession, and eventually a revolution that will challenge everything humanity believes about memory, identity, and what it truly means to leave a legacy. The Architect's Journey is a sweeping founder story about love, perseverance, innovation, and the extraordinary cost of refusing to give up on an impossible dream.

1 - You're already walking. You just haven't noticed. 2 - Praise be our Lord. Forever efficient. TRIGGER WARNINGS: Dark themes, parental guilt, apocalyptic imagery, mild gore

By the time Trista Erwood realised the peace she had been searching for was never going to be found at the bottom of a bottle, she was already old. This final session will be her memoir. A goodbye to the last of her old things. This will be cautionary tale about monsters, and how they are not born, but made, piece by wretched piece. But what are monsters, if not human? And what is more inherent to human nature than the desire to be heard? That is why she can never regret Elijah Keane, his glass heart and slaughterhouse eyes, and everything he became. For all his radiance, his wit, his kindness, and later, his cruelty, one thing must be remembered: he tried. So, if nothing else, pity him. Understand why she allowed him the greatest mercy of them all. Forgetting.

Peter runs a bookshop where the days repeat and the solitude never asks anything of him. He opens early. He sorts shelves. He goes home alone. He likes it fine. Then Sara walks back in after years away, her five-year-old daughter Mia trailing behind her with a stuffed fox and too many questions. They knew each other once. Teenagers circling the same store without ever quite colliding. Now she's tired, fierce, and carrying more than she'll admit. Mia claims a reading rug. Sara starts staying longer. And Peter realizes the emptiness he'd grown used to was never comfortable at all. But Sara fought hard to stand on her own. And the closer Peter gets, the more she fears losing the ground she built beneath her feet. Until Tomorrow Comes is a quiet, character-driven story about love that arrives gently and leaves a mark. About the difference between being alone and being lonely. About what it costs to let someone in and what it costs not to.

Summerhall has always known where to find Prince Daeron. Find her. She remembers his dreams before he does. She knows which silences mean he will drink and which mean he will disappear. For years, the castle has mistaken devotion for duty and habit for love. So have they. Then the king announces her betrothal to Prince Aerion.