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Dont Let Your Manuscript Flop Get Top-Tier
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By Authors Publishing House2 years ago in Fiction
Last Son of Ironhorn [ch.2]. Content Warning.
They had found Agnes in the morning, hanging by her hands from a dead plum tree near the inn. She had been stabbed in so many places that Balor had thought her nightgown had been wine red until he saw the torn white sleeves. Her eyes, devoid of all their fire, looked down on him as she hung. In death, her pale face admonished him for abandoning her, and the red smile that opened from her neck mocked him further.
By Marty Res2 years ago in Fiction
Echoes of the Forbidden Forest 2: The Trials of Sanctuary
Chapter 1: The Awakening of Forgotten Tracks Section 1: The Return of Lost Tracks Twenty years have passed since the great tragedy in the Forbidden Forest, where Dr. Adrian Wallace and his team encountered unimaginable creatures and uncovered secrets that changed history. The world had forgotten the event, but the forest, full of mysteries, still lingered in the minds of the survivors.
By Gabil2 years ago in Fiction
First Principle: Know Yourself and Know Your Enemy
First Principle from The Art of War: "Know Yourself and Know Your Enemy" "If you know the enemy and know yourself, you need not fear the result of a hundred battles." – Sun Tzu
By The King2 years ago in Fiction
5 Best Time Travel K-Dramas on Netflix
Korean dramas never fail to deliver compelling stories that keep viewers hooked. Among the many genres, time-travel K-dramas hold a special place for their ability to blend mystery, romance, and suspense into one thrilling package. If you’re a fan of time-traveling adventures and love exploring alternate realities or reliving the past, Netflix offers some exceptional K-dramas that fit the bill. Here's a curated list of the five best time-travel K-dramas on Netflix you should add to your watchlist. --- 1. The King: Eternal Monarch
By INFO INSIDER 2 years ago in Fiction
The Stolen Time
Part 1: A Love Beyond Time Chapter 1: The Beginning of the Journey On a crisp autumn evening, in the quiet, dimly lit laboratory nestled at the edge of the city, a brilliant young scientist named Aurelius stood before a towering, complex machine—his life’s work. It wasn’t just any invention; it was a time travel device, a doorway to the past, the key to undoing a tragedy that had shattered his life.
By Gabil2 years ago in Fiction
The Shadow War
Chapter 1: Shadows in the Mist High in the mist-shrouded peaks, an ancient temple stood as a testament to a forgotten age. It was home to the Kurokage Clan, a legendary group of ninjas sworn to protect the secrets of their ancestors. The forest surrounding the temple was dense, dangerous, and filled with traps only the ninjas could navigate.
By Gabil2 years ago in Fiction
Carry The Cross. Top Story - January 2025.
Ramona Scott is sitting in the living room of her apartment waiting on her best friend Roger to bring her some iced coffee for the morning. “Sure is taking Rog longer than usual to bring my liquid crack” she thought to herself. “Maybe there’s a line at the store, I guess I could give him a-” before Ramona could finish her train of thought there was a knock on the door.
By Joe Patterson2 years ago in Fiction
The Weight of Silence
The Weight of Silence The room was quiet. Too quiet. It was the kind of silence that didn't bring peace but rather pressed against the chest, making it hard to breathe. Aarav sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the small crack in the wall. That crack hadn’t been there before. Like his life, it had appeared suddenly, without warning, and grown over time. No one would guess, looking at him now, how much chaos he had endured to reach this calm. The day had started like any other. Aarav went to work, put on his practiced smile, and nodded along to his colleagues' chatter. But his mind was elsewhere, trapped in memories he couldn’t escape. Memories of arguments that echoed too loudly, of phone calls he wished he hadn't answered, and of promises made to himself that he never kept. As the sun dipped below the horizon, Aarav found himself walking aimlessly through the city streets, the bustling noise of life around him a stark contrast to the storm within. His feet led him to an old café, the kind that smelled of nostalgia and bad coffee. He hadn't been there in years. Inside, he saw her. Meera. She was sitting at the corner table, her fingers tracing patterns on the mug in front of her. Aarav froze. It had been six years since they last spoke, six years since that night that shattered both of them. She looked up, her eyes locking with his. For a moment, neither of them moved. Then, as if compelled by a force greater than himself, Aarav walked over and sat across from her. "Hi," he said, his voice barely audible. Meera’s lips curled into a faint smile, one that didn’t reach her eyes. "Hi." The silence between them was deafening. Aarav’s mind raced with everything he wanted to say but couldn’t. How do you explain years of guilt, regret, and longing in a single conversation? "It’s been a while," Meera finally broke the silence. Her voice was steady, but her hands trembled slightly. Aarav noticed, just like he used to notice every little thing about her. "Yeah," he replied. "A long while." They talked—or tried to. Words felt heavy, like dragging boulders uphill. They spoke of small things: the weather, work, mutual friends they’d lost touch with. But underneath it all was the unspoken weight of everything they’d left unsaid. Finally, Meera leaned back and sighed. "Do you ever think about that night?" Aarav’s throat tightened. Of course, he thought about it. Every single day. The night when they’d fought, said things they didn’t mean and walked away from each other, thinking it was the only way to escape the pain. But the pain hadn’t gone; it had just changed shape. "Every day," he admitted, his voice cracking. Meera looked away, her eyes glistening. "I kept wondering if I could have done something differently. If I had just stayed..." "You did what you had to," Aarav interrupted. "We were both drowning, Meera. And instead of saving each other, we pulled each other under." She nodded, tears spilling onto her cheeks. Aarav wanted to reach out, to wipe them away, but he didn’t. He didn’t have the right anymore. "You seem... calmer now," Meera said after a moment, studying him. "More at peace." Aarav let out a bitter laugh. "It took years of chaos to get here. Nights where I couldn’t sleep, days where I couldn’t breathe. I had to break into a thousand pieces before I could put myself back together." Meera held his gaze, her expression unreadable. "Was it worth it?" He didn’t answer immediately. Was it? He had lost so much in the process—relationships, opportunities, time. But he had also found something: himself. "I don’t know," he finally said. "But I’m here. And maybe that’s enough." They sat in silence after that, the kind of silence that didn’t suffocate but held space for both of them. When they finally parted ways, Aarav didn’t look back. That night, as he lay in bed staring at the crack in the wall, he realized something. The calm he had found wasn’t the absence of chaos but the acceptance of it. It was in the understanding that life would always be messy, but within that mess, there was also room for growth, healing, and even hope. For the first time in years, Aarav fell asleep without the weight of the past pressing down on him. Continued......
By Witness Love2 years ago in Fiction
The Dance of Shadows. AI-Generated.
The ballroom reeked of decay and forgotten time. Dust coated every surface, the chandeliers hung heavy with cobwebs, and the faint sound of music—soft, almost imperceptible—echoed in the still air.
By Cameron Deschenes2 years ago in Fiction
Part 3: A Folkloric Social Story - In the Markets and Corners: Hassan the Snake Charmer and Incense Carrier
Hassan the Gypsy, my incense seller. We begin a new journey and adventure from Hassan's tales. Hassan is shaped like a snake charmer, working as a magician and a spiritual guide, extracting scorpions and snakes from the most difficult places. He is an incense seller, roaming the streets, cafes, and shops, spreading the scent of his incense everywhere. One day, he even managed to reach the ports, ships, and even took to the air. Hassan the charmer, holding his stick and his white turban, with his basket of palm fronds hanging on his shoulder. The secret within it is filled with snakes, and his words have no end—beautiful words that could make a tale.
By Ali Sadeek Ahmed2 years ago in Fiction
The Illura- Poppies Breath 3. Content Warning.
Unforgiving suns glared down over the humid Illura rainforests. Following an early morning storm, the shadowed undergrowth, trees, and vines glistened with gems of morning dew.
By Umbele Ink2 years ago in Fiction