A second chance is about girl named Ivery who goes back in time to stop this boy named Enzo who she doesn't even really know from killing himself. This story is LOOSELY, and I empathize loosely based on "In 27 days"

but trust me the story is going to take a completely different turn. I'm thinking alternate endings, epilogues for each ending. Its going to crazy but also good i promise.

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Sisters of the Sands - Book 1 of the Acolytes series

​​​​​​​Blurb:

ONCE A CHILD SOLDIER OF THE FEMALE DOMINION, SACET LEFT THAT LIFE BEHIND LONG AGO...

Now free from the brainwashing, Sacet would rather stay on the move with her adopted brother, Eno, doing her best to forget her past.

When super-powered soldiers will stop at nothing to see them both caught, it becomes clear they won't be able to run forever. As the past threatens to enslave them, Sacet faces a grave choice...

Will she risk both their lives to fight back? Or serve her old masters once more to keep Eno safe?

"Packed to the brim with danger and adventure, Sacet is the next great dystopian protagonist fighting systemic corruption. An amazing sci-fi setting and a well-established world made for a great read!" Claire, Readalot reviewer

Legal Disclaimer:

Story 100% owned by me. Some art created by me, some commissioned, some was taken from Google Images for illustrative purposes only (not-for-profit), and a lot was AI-generated.

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Dedication:

For giving me the power to dream,imagine and journey into the unknownI dedicate this story to my parents,Gary and Raylee

Here I will be sharing my short texts that show how I think and percieve life, I write in Czech as well, but you can't set two languages, so some of those will be in Czech, don't be surprised. Which might also be a hint to a fact that English is not my first language, so keep that in mind while reading, thanks. Enjoy a peak into my mind.

Another Short Piece in Honor of Pride Month! 🏳️‍🌈

In order to birth the innocent

Has to break the conflicts

Inside of everyone who is willing to fight

This is not a situation of fight-flight

The entire evening will be full of lights

The night will be dark

The morning will be in a few hours

The night is not young or long

Everything is short

Reason for the lack

Doesn’t exist a one

It’s only you

This will make people go ahead with the line

At the same time makes jealousy and vividly attracts humans to the sin of poverty

The way you look at each other makes you and me run wild

If I get rough you will never be the same as before

You will be soft as a cloud and will be a servant to me

What kind of cycle are we in and what we have been in?

Still the same routine we paddling around ourselves

When I don’t get comfortable with you or when I don’t get friendly with you you will know who I am

Please don’t get mad at me that’s the way it is and it will always be

I can’t always be good too, everything got both sides to everything

Shows the balance of the path

Will carry act garbages of your mind to the night

When you see us you will see a boy but you will never be able to figure out who I was and who I am now

Beautiful and younger will represent the deep sadness of the height you have been on

Beautiful is the heaviness of beauty we carry on throughout life

Younger makes it even harder to hold on the line

Sometimes somewhere we lose ourselves at the wrong time of the ride

Josie Clarke is looking for a job. She has a large debt and the only solution she could find is Mr. Nessman, the man she hates the most. Besides this, she has her own life problems and secrets that she wouldn't even share with her best friend Lizzy.

A land, split equally in half, is ruled by two children.

The child of the light harnesses the sun and all the creatures belonging to it.

The child of the dark dwells in the moonlight and gives life to night.

When the Moon and Sun's sides bleed into each other, hybrids are formed belonging of dark and light.

How can both children see past thier differences and learn to co-exist?

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This is a contest entry that has been lengthened to be sent to a collaboration for my publisher.

See 'My gift to you (the moon is a thief contest)' in my 'Collaborations' work for the original entry here.

This had been edited out of Penana.

This story is about a nameless girl who grew up in a religious town, who goes through many unfair things and tries to save everyone.

A young woman who has been diagnosed with Lou Gehrig's disease copes with the reality that her days as a triathlete are over.

Brenda

It was beautiful off season day at the Beach. The weather was still very warm. The sun was shining brightly on the ocean. Brenda sat on the Beach with the unthinkably bad news still sinking in. The Doctor's diagnosis had been the worst case scenario, Lou Gehrig's disease. Her life as she knew it had suddenly changed. She would never race again.

Brenda held a photo in her hand, it was of her. In it she was smiling proudly from ear to ear. It was taken after she had won her first triathlon. She lived for the competition. Her friends and family cheering her on. It was so empowering. But now at a mere 26 years of age her racing days, her life was over. Unable to bear looking at her photo any longer she tore it up into pieces, as tiny as she could tear them. She held the pieces out in her palm. A sudden breeze whisked by stealing them away from her. Sending the fragments of the photo in a myriad of directions until she could no longer see them.

Brenda pulled her knees into her body and rested her head on them. She would never compete again. The Doctor's words stung. She had gone numb as he explained treatment options. Eventually she would no longer be able to walk. Leaving her to eventual confinement in a wheelchair. The Doctor assured her that people with the disease were living longer more fulfilling lives. Silent tears streamed from her eyes as she clenched them shut tightly.

Brenda lifted her head up. She saw the sun was now dipping into the ocean. How long had she been sitting here? She watched the Sandpipers scurrying along the Beach, flirting with the tide. She stood up and was already experiencing some difficulty maintaining her balance. Her gait was somewhat clumsy as she lumbered towards the Beach. But in the water she still possessed some degree of grace, some semblance of poise.

She stepped into the ocean. She looked down at the foamy surf as it rushed around her feet. And just as quickly pulled back revealing brilliant red toes staring back up at her. Brenda waded in deeper the ocean lapping at her tanned tone thighs.

Swimming was Brenda's favorite part of triathlons. It was also what she excelled at. She gazed up at the hazy sun. This would be her last race. Tears fell from eyes once more. And then with a steely resolve she dove into ocean. The water was cool. A feeling of exhilaration overcame her as she gracefully broke the surface of the ocean. Her strong body defying the current.

She could hear the cheers as she swam towards the finish line, the beautiful setting sun.

When five boys of the Bamford, fight over the family heritage. Their guardian or butler calls their “mother”” who was part of the heritage and who the kids never heard of.

The story of a girl who came into the world with light only to be abused and thrown into darkness, saved by a butterfly, who landed on the tree branch of her misery.