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Sethan's Wild Run
Sethan, the hunter in the village, got rid of them and started farming. Not just farming. Farming done deep in the jungle. In this farming, the demand is more for the flowers than for the leaves. Many of you will understand what that is. Those who don't understand, ask the Director General of Information, go to Chatham Street.
By Rohitha Lanka9 months ago in Fiction
"I Randomly Have a New Career Every Week": A Dynamic Blend of Comedy, Growth, and Social Commentary
• Introduction: One Man, Endless Professions In a world where people spend decades mastering one career, imagine waking up every Monday with a completely new job—and the skills to do it flawlessly. That’s the wild, exhilarating, and often hilarious reality for Lin Yi, the protagonist of the Chinese manhua I Randomly Have a New Career Every Week (我每周随机一个新职业).
By Akib Akhter9 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow and the Hungry Ghost. Content Warning.
I. The Wrong Door Opened Mirelle's fingers trembled as she lit the thirteenth candle. The church basement reeked of mildew and old incense, the perfect place to cheat death. She'd come to speak to her sister—just once, just long enough to say the words she'd left unsaid the day the fever took her.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"9 months ago in Fiction
Rise Beyond: The Journey to a Life of True Success
In a competitive, expectation-driven, noise-driven world, the word success has a thousand faces. It's money to some, prestige or power to others. But look beneath the surface of what the world counts as success, and you'll find that genuine success is a whole lot more personal—and a whole lot deeper.
By Muhammad Sohail9 months ago in Fiction
Faceless Night [Part 4-ending].. Content Warning.
*** (At three-thirty in the morning). The conversation between two bodies was still ongoing among their peacefully sleeping children. It was about longing, "all because of your spell, oh female fish, that the sea water doesn't taste salty!", "you stupid male cat, you might never realize it, if you keep curling up in the corner of the suffocating alleys of your hometown, if you never cross the blue ocean. That your pearl-like eyes hold the wonders of the sky during the full moon...(the man flinched as he touched his blind eyes)...Yes, because of your eyes reflecting the full moon, my underwater kingdom that night became strange, no longer salty, but like a swimming pool owned by city people. So, I emerged to the surface, searching for you, finding you stranded, hungry and thirsty. Until you fell in love with my half-human body and flesh...(the two naked bodies rubbed against each other more tightly)...Only then did I darken the full moon with my cloudy magic. Making it sink before its time. You roared to wake up your wild side wanting to pounce on me, but what could you do, you were just a stranded black cat and already blind. And I am the princess of the blue ocean, because the foams of the waves are my urine. Until you wait for the return of another full moon in hunger, loneliness, darkness... The sky remained true to its promise. The girl and Gilang were getting deeper into their sleep, sheltered by the light of the full moon hanging in a quarter of the sky in the east. Both were still lying on their wet t-shirts and pants...you were so loyal to wait until the full moon returns. But you never knew what you were actually waiting for and what was waiting for you. That night, the second full moon of our encounter, with all the blessings of my blue sea, I transformed into a virgin girl. For the first time, my lungs breathed the air just like you did, my feet stepped on the grains of sand just like you did. Thus, that night I received my curse. Then, you tore apart every curve of my body in the form of a black cat, just like you tore apart a flopping fresh fish on the beach. You licked every pore of my body that was no longer scaly. I allowed it for the sake of the sea that was no longer salty because of your eyes. Eyes that would soon be blind, blinded by the lust that claimed to be love. Until I truly began to love you that night. The love of a fish for a black cat. A love that was actually just an escape from my fear of the ocean water that you turned into freshwater... (At four o'clock in the morning) Gilang woke up after being bitten by a mosquito, only to be startled by two naked bodies piled up next to his younger sibling, his mother and a blind man he didn't know. Gilang closed his eyes again, pretending to still be asleep... Then you are cursed to be my husband's human... "Gilang (in his mind): Father...?" ...after I cursed myself first to become a woman... "Gilang (sobbing in his mind): They are demons, my sibling and I are demon offspring.!!!" The child was startled by the reality, crying and screaming when suddenly the world turned dark. But he didn't recognize his own screams
By Shafa Ichwanus9 months ago in Fiction
