Decay Within: A Short Tale of Internal Struggles (Inspired off of events from my real life)

"You're such a bastard!"

"I am a bastard," he agreed, leaning even closer to her, "but I'm your bastard, kitten."

Someone who's not average, not ordinary, not trying to fit in, not....'normal', as defined by society.

And deep inside, she felt the weight of eyes upon her, watching her every move.

Questions lingered and haunted her mind: Who was the observer? And what motives laid behind those captivating gazes?

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Love letters in the form of a book.

The kings and queens were satisfied ruling in their large palaces. They thought, falsely, that their people loved them. The people were struggling to scrape by with their poverty and their oppression. But the Forest glowed beyond the fields and villages. The Forest that was the only thing the nobles feared.

For it's powers and it's magic did not belong to them.

But the young woman with the dark hair and eyes, as much as the prince wanted her, she belonged to the Forest. And she would use the powers it gave her.

Dust If You Must is an inspirational poem. It is about like how our life goes on.

Life is like a sumo wresting match...maybe...

this story actually came to life from a long-time friendship with a girl who now hates me very much. that's all u need to know. (I'm a high school sophomore but this is set in 7th? grade sorry)

crossover with H2O

High Mage Drew takes charge of the Astral Concord Delegation to forge peace with The Luminar Concordia Universe. Amidst the ruins of a once-majestic castle, Astralith and Malacar plot revenge, revealing a universe brimming with power struggles, hidden agendas, and a quest for jewels that could alter the balance of power. As alliances form and strategies unfold, the fate of all 5 universes hang in the balance, pushing heroes and villains alike towards a confrontation that could reshape the cosmos. 'The Land of Spade Book 3-4: Celestial Alliances & The Siege of Areala' invites readers into an epic tale of adventure, betrayal, and the relentless pursuit of harmony amidst chaos.

Among the five princesses of Kinguin, four are known, one is forgotten. Hence, the magistrate (Ober Vanderhawk) set his moment on the coming traditional festival. Aiming to give the princesses a chance to take the podium and be recognized for the title of Mayfairy.

> Will be updated daily

> First draft is in progress so expect terrible grammar, or spelling lol

> Expected to finish first draft within April 2024

> Not Indicative of the final product!

A long time ago, there was a planet on the surface of which a real living Heart was beating. Each of its beat gave life to many wonderful creatures, and humans were no exception. Once, during a mountain collapse, they became afraid that something might happen to the Heart, and built a fence around it. And they started arguing about who is the worthiest defender of the Heart. The fence turned into a wall, and the city rose very quickly around it. Everything that people came up with was immediately brought to life by the love of the Heart. So, they created dolls to help themselves, which significantly accelerated the construction. In the time that was freed up, people took up the war. One day they closed the Heart completely, erecting a dome over it. Miracles stopped happening, and the dolls stopped coming to life. People blamed magical creatures for this and began hunting them. And in order not to stop the construction, they began to chip off pieces of the Heart and insert them into their mechanisms. The city continued to grow. Centuries have passed. The city has propped up the sky with towers. Only fragments of the Heart remained, saturating the black smoke with its breath. Factories that produce nightmarish monsters fed on it. With their help, people continue to wage war with each other for the title of the worthiest defender of the Heart. While it is dying. This is where our story begins...

This is a translation in process. So I am open for suggestions and comments on what to improve in the flow of the text.