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The secret to stealing his heart. AI-Generated.
In the bustling city of Lagos, Nigeria, a young and ambitious journalist named Nneoma Okoro stumbled upon a mysterious ancient manuscript hidden within the dusty shelves of a local bookstore. The worn leather-bound book was titled "The Art of Heart Stealing."
By Berryzworld2 years ago in Fiction
THE ROOT OF BITTERNESS. Content Warning.
Start At the peak of a winter in the hearts of Ottawa in 1912, there once lived a king that reigned in mastery, was a great warrior, lover of women which birthed him to have 2 wives and 16 concubines, and has one of the wisest man at that time by his side as his personal Adviser whose name was Henry.
By Goodie_ola 2 years ago in Fiction
2026 The War of the Americas. Top Story - August 2024.
Author's preface: The earlier parts of the story can be found at the links. Part I, II, III, IV, V, VI Sylvia sat quietly in the very back row of the heavily armored prisoner transport bus with her head down and her hands ziptied behind her back. Four Mexican soldiers armed with FX-05 Xiuhcoatl rifles patrolled the aisle of the bus which currently was home to Sylvia and at least fifty other American POWs. All had been recently arrested after they were declared enemy combatants following the United States bombing of several targets along the US Mexican border including the city of Tijuana and the (formerly) busiest land border crossing in the world at San Ysidro. That crossing had been reduced to a smoldering pile of rubble by US cruise missiles launched from just offshore, killing hundreds, including at least 150 US customs and border patrol agents who had not been prewarned about the surprise attack. Sylvia was well acquainted with firearms and had great respect for the FX-05 assault rifle which was designed and built by the Dirección General de Industria Militar del Ejército (General Directorate of Military Industry of the Army) through the Fabricas Militares (Military Factory). The name translated roughly as "Fire Serpent", or literally "Turquoise-Serpent" in classical Nahuatl, a language with which Sylvia was only passingly familiar, unlike the six other languages she spoke fluently which included Latin, Ancient Greek, and Middle Egyptian along with Spanish, English, Italian, and German. The fact that she was fluent in Spanish or any other language was something she kept secret from the Mexicans and everyone else. The more they saw her as just another ignorant American the better. Her knowledge of Spanish had allowed her to learn a few things the guards had spoken amongst themselves thinking no one would understand. Importantly, she had heard that the war against Mexico was not at all popular in the United States. Donald Trump had gravely miscalculated the appetite of the average American for bloodshed, especially when it was American's blood that was being shed. The families of the CBP agents killed in the bombing of San Ysidro border crossing had rallied a huge number of Americans to their sides in protest and marched on Washington en masse. Thousands or even tens of thousands of Americans had been arrested and imprisoned in makeshift prison camps scattered around the Washington DC area. She and the other prisoners had been constantly on the move for almost a week. Changing from bus to bus as they slowly made there way to wherever it was they were going. She had learned that they were still in the Mexican border state of Baja, California and were heading to a newly erected prison camp somewhere just south of Mexicali. She had feared they would be flown to the mainland and imprisoned there, but at least for now that did not seem to be the plan. Sylvia was very afraid of what she might find when they finally did reach their destination. She had only been interrogated perfunctorily when initially arrested, a fact she was puzzled by, but knew a much more serious interrogation lay in wait for her. She had been rehearsing her cover story and was prepared for anything they might throw at her. The fact that she had been rehearsing and preparing a similar cover story to use with her own husband had she not decided to tell him about her new job with the CIA made the process much easier. The CIA had also helped her considerably in this regard by making sure she had rock solid alibis in place for each and every place she would claim to have been, and every thing she would claim to have done and been doing over the past almost two years of living in Mexico and working in the United States.
By Everyday Junglist2 years ago in Fiction
Valoria
Name: Thalos Description: Thalos is a male deer from the Plains Tribe, known for his intelligence and love of knowledge. He always carries a satchel around his neck, filled with books, scrolls, and various tools for writing and studying. His keen mind and resourcefulness make him a respected figure in his tribe, often sought out for advice and guidance. Thalos's dedication to learning and preserving knowledge is evident in his meticulous care for his satchel's contents, ensuring that the wisdom of his people is always within reach.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
Valoria
As the annual gathering at Eldergrove bustles with life, Thalos finds himself captivated by a rare book he just purchased from a traveling merchant. Completely absorbed in its pages, he weaves through the crowd, his mind lost in the words and ideas within the text.
By Digi Dragon 05 (Or Digi or Revely)2 years ago in Fiction
The Chosen; Chapter 4
I'm on my feet in an instant as the screams continue to grow and multiply. The crowd begins to ripple away from the direction of the screams. I share a glance with Jaromir before leaping the table, moving toward the crowd. I was going to find out what was causing this.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
The Next Death; Chapter 16
I sit on my bed, working on homework. Mom and gran had gone out together for the evening and Marc had gotten called in for another night shift. Dan would be here but Felicity had wanted to do something so they had gone on one of their impromptu dates. I didn't mind being alone. It let me get stuff done without being bothered, a rare thing nowadays. I wasn't technically alone though; Charcoal was lounging at my feet.
By Katarzyna Crevan2 years ago in Fiction
211 — Eve: Setting the Record Straight
The "Original Sinner," Eve, mother of the human race, has been vilified as the ruin of everyone. Before falling for a serpent's deceits, life was perfect. The climate was temperate enough for unapologetic nudity. There were no issues. No tigers conspired to devour them. No fruit unreachable for Eve. No bugs bit or stung. Life was sweet.
By Gerard DiLeo2 years ago in Fiction
