Waffle Flat Tire

It all began after Alice tired to save a boy from mobsters. She was fataly wounded and died, then ended up getting reincarnated in a world filled with magic. Ever since, she tried to adapt to the new world and time passed as she honed her skills. The world has become familiar to her and thanks to her amazing abilities and quick thinking she rose high fast. In this world of magic the profession she has always dreamt of and admired became a reality. That profession being... a mage.

The elder sister of a Gen-Z duo, she and her younger sisters are dancers living with their harsh, single father. Tired of the oppressive environment, they make the bold decision to run away and start a new life, hoping for a fresh start away from their father's control.

Joining WSA 2025. #WSA2025 Every author loves their story. Sure, you may get tired writing it after quiet a while, but even so; it was a novel you enjoyed writing before, no? The words you put consideration to, the effort you did researching overnight. The thrill to have a reader, the thought of someone enjoyed your work. All of it was something you used to cherish, that you may ended up forgetting the joy over small things one day. Everyone loves their work. But some forgets they did.

Senior Server Felix stood at the front of the church, his voice steady and solemn as he greeted the congregation. “Our help is in the name of the Lord,” he intoned. “Who made Heaven and Earth,” the people responded in unison, their voices matching his reverent tone. “Today, we initiate new members into this divine and holy Order,” Felix continued. “Today, we welcome new brethren into the bosom of our Lord Jesus Christ.” At the back of the church, Louis sat on one of the few single chairs, his posture slightly slouched as his focus remained on a sheet of music in his hands. The title read, "Brightest and Best – Key of A-flat." 'Why didn’t Gramps give me an F or G? A-flat is so difficult, and I only have three days to finish it,' he grumbled silently, his brow furrowing in frustration. But he dared not voice his complaints. He could already imagine his grandfather assigning him even more difficult pieces—F-sharps and endless A-flats—as punishment. From the front of the church, a serene voice called out, “Harry! Step forward!” Louis glanced up, momentarily pulled from his inner musings. His eyes landed on a girl stepping forward from the pews. She had black hair neatly styled in a bun and striking green eyes that seemed to shine with warmth and composure. Dressed in a modest brown dress and black sandals, with a rosary resting gracefully around her neck, she exuded a calm, dignified presence. Her tanned skin and graceful demeanor only added to the aura of reverence surrounding her, befitting an Altar server. 'Sigh,' Louis thought as he brushed a hand through his white hair, his blue eyes softening with a mix of admiration and envy. 'I wonder what it’s like to be an Altar server. They all seem so pure and divine… and powerful.' Just as he returned his attention to his music, a calm, gentlemanly voice spoke beside him. “You could also be an Altar server, if you’re interested.” “Huh?” Louis blurted out, snapping his head to the side. But no one was there. “What in the name of Jesus is going on here?” he muttered, glancing nervously around. “At least you know my name,” the voice replied again, seemingly amused. “What?” Louis whispered, his heart beginning to race. "I'm certain you will be a good server," the voice said, calm yet enigmatic. Louis narrowed his eyes, still searching for its source. "Who are you?" "I have many personalities. I have many names," the voice replied with an air of mystery. "It’s your choice which one you accept." "You’re not making any sense," Louis muttered, growing more unsettled. "Blessed are those who have not seen but believed…" Before Louis could respond, his vision blurred, and the world around him seemed to melt away. He jolted awake, gasping for air. His hands clutched the crumpled sheet of music, its corners bent from his restless grip. His head teetered precariously over the edge of his bed, a faint ache in his neck reminding him of the awkward position he’d been in. "Holy Mother of Jesus!" he exclaimed as he lost his balance, tumbling off the bed in a heap of blankets and scattered papers.

Based on a middle aged therapist name Doctor Michael Jones, in his 20 years of being a therapist feeling tired at work, is given an opportunity to home visit of an affluent family whose daughter struggles with behavioral issues as a result of being molested by a close friend of her father and soon gains a great sense of purpose as a result of counseling the young lady, Laya Florence.

Ultimate lesbian obtains pp I want to write unhinged shit. I'm tired of reading the same stuff, need something refreshing. Cultivation in a game world. Cover art is because thicc. Warning: MC can turn into a man, woman, and a futa so... yea NO GUY ON GUY. Sorry, not my thing. You lads can swordfight elsewhere

'I'm tired of everything ha, no one cares anyway'. She said to herself as she inched towards the edge of the roof. 'If I survive this, I'm coming for everyone of you'. A grin spread across her pale but beautiful lips as she leaped off the rooftop edge. Everything went cold.

(UNDER CONSTRUCTION... I'M TALKING FOUNDATION LEVEL REPAIR) Life is hard. It weighs heavy on the homeless, the tired, and the wealthy alike. It bears down especially on Azra, the King's only son and heir to the Alfonsi throne—a child of unknown talent carrying the weight of his people's future. Life is hard, but when Azra is pulled into a mysterious hole and thrown into an entirely new realm... life becomes even harder. ...and you thought there was a rock bottom.

Josep frowned as he looked at the few newspapers spread out on the table. In an instant, he understood Annelie's point. Seeing the seriousness of the situation, Josep waved his hand to the guards who were still in the room. ‘Leave us.’ he ordered. As soon as the guards left and the door closed. The atmosphere in the room became more private. Annelie, who had been watching Josep's movements unconsciously, sensed that something was different. Those orderly and deliberate movements, as if the leader was used to dealing with pressure. However, she could not forget what he was for yesterday. ‘All the commotion in town,’ Annelie said, pointing to a pile of newspapers, ‘has one brain behind it. And as Duke, you must immediately arrest whoever is responsible for this mess.’ Josep leaned back in his chair, his seemingly flat face hiding something that caught his attention. ‘So, you believe that all this social chaos has been organised by one person?’ Josep asked in a flat voice. Annelie nodded before continuing, ‘I've read all this over and over again. Although all of these papers were written by different authors and printed in different presses, their writing styles are suspiciously similar.’ Annelie began to point out some examples that could be used as evidence for her conversation that afternoon through the newspaper. ‘The key sentences used seem like they came from a single thought. This is no coincidence, a person or group must be controlling this information to set the narrative in Eldbourne.’ Annelie's continuation made Josep stare at the newspaper calmly. Although in the back of his mind, he knew that Annelie was off the girl's track. ‘When is Lord Harrington home?’ A question that annoyed Annelie because Josep was trying to divert the conversation from a topic that he thought was very important. ‘He should be home. But, what does that have to do with my father?’ Annelie asked in an annoyed tone. Josep did not answer directly. But the young man got up from his seat and walked over to Annelie before looking at her for a moment and saying, ‘I'll take you home.’ Annelie was surprised by Josep's change in demeanour. However, Annelie should not have delved further into the riots that took place in Eldbourne. The events of that day were the gateway that made Annelie always remember the impudence that changed the fate of her life in the future. Which is full of darkness and gripping secrets.

Hikaru, a 24-year-old man, was walking through the city streets after a tiring day at work. Suddenly, the clear sky quickly darkened and a violent storm erupted out of nowhere. In an instant, lightning struck from the sky, illuminating the night with a dazzling flash. Hikaru had no time to react; the impact threw him into the darkness, and his life was snuffed out.

___________________________________ tired of beta main character try read this novel. i created this novel just because one reason and one reason only, i hate Beta main character. like bro why did you hesitate so much just to kill someone, or then the main character has an op skill called friendship. i tired of that sort of main character so that is why i created this novel. well that's all. ___________________________________ art:me (i try) original story by: underthewater (me) ___________________________________

Are you tired of the modern reincarnation usless drama and prolonged side plots? well here is a lighthearted quick story of reincarnation where the mc does indeed have a brain…

A woman, doomed to live the life of a fantasy romance novels villainess again and again. Decides that this life she will simply be lazy, allow the story to drag her where it may However, the other main characters are acting rather strange this time around. They simply will not leave her to laze about in peace. This is my first book, and also incredibly self indulgent. Created mostly for my own enjoyment. Featuring: an mc who gives no fucks, obsessive male leads, and gratuitous use of fantasy tropes. What more can a gall ask for. (There is no weird sibling stuff, and there is very little of the miscommunication trope. Mostly because I personally dislike that sort of thing.)

Johann Freyy had long accepted that life wasn’t for him. Every job he’d tried seemed to slip through his fingers, and each dismissal stung harder than the last. He was tired—tired of trying, tired of failing, tired of feeling like he was never enough. As a construction worker on a planet that was suffocating under its own weight, opportunities were few and far between, and the ones that existed were often out of reach for someone like him. A simple mistake, one that wasn’t even his fault, had cost him the only job he retained for a long period of time, and that was the breaking point. He had nothing left. No hope. No future. But that night, as he sat in a rowdy bar, surrounded by faces just as worn and defeated as his own, something changed. There, amid the noise and chaos, he overheard a conversation that would change his life for the better or worse. * [A/N] Working on a bigger project.

I lived like trash, and died like it. I lived with no regrets and died full of them. I am sorry, to my parents whom I owed everything to, and to myself, who I failed. I am trash, I don't deserve anything, not a new life, and certainly not love. But I still got it, what happened to karma? For me? I should be rolling in hells pit for eternity. But since I have another chance, I hope, I can do something not that worthless.

Transmigration, reincarnation, all the things that happened in a typical novel. But what if you inherited traits from the villain? What if you were defeated by the hero straight off the bat at the start? What would happen to you? I, killed by the hero, returned back to earth. My first writing. tell me any suggestions!!

Aren't you tired of following the heroes for once?! Imagine if we followed the villains from beginning to end. But the real question is, will they win in the end...? M5 will decide that! Draco, Vega, Wrath... wait, who are these people...?

“Have you ever wished that a truck would hit you and you would transmigrate into a world filled with swords and magic? Perhaps you wished that you would be a hero, defeating the villains, protecting the land, and receiving all sorts of admiration and love from the people. I would give you one piece of advice. Perish that thought.” -Ravi West *** Ravi West was a hero of indisputable esteem. As a Sentinel, he traveled the Realms, killing villains and saving entire civilizations. His job was everything to him. Until Luxor. Luxor changed everything. Luxor changed him. Ravi was done. The tiredness etched into his bones. He laid down his mantle and vanished. He chose the most boring planet in his memory for his retirement, except this Earth was not like the one he remembered- Nests, monsters, superheroes, and villains filled the streets but that was not his business. He has a plan, a quiet, uncaring life filled with wine, food, and books. But the New Captain at the Bureau seemed to enjoy shattering all his carefully laid plans. He was the most annoying person Ravi had ever met, blonde hair, the most beautiful blue eyes, and a sunny smile, the righteous Arlen Sinclair constantly got involved in cases much bigger than him, dragging Ravi along into his Shenanigans. **** Grumpy, Cynic Shou who doesn't care if the world burns× Golden Retriever, Righteous Gong who is the first to bring the bucket to save the burning world. #Foundfamily #Sliceoflife, #crime, #mystery, #Superheros, #OverpoweredMc, #Protagonistfallsinlovefirst #MutualPampering #Powercouple #Superpowers #Cooking #Farming #yaoi #Detectives #Villains [This book is participating in the WSA contest] Disclaimer: The book cover to be taken down at owner's request.

What started as a dare ended up awakening a monster beneath the castle. Gilbert and his friends created a challenge where they would explore a haunted mansion in the middle of an unknown forest, staying there for three days, the winner will win quiet a hefty amount of cash and luxurious things. After a day pf exploring and walking around the mansion, Gilbert's friend Stacey found a secret tunnel leading down in the dark underground. Driven by their curiosity they went in and down the stairs as they bought lots of flashlights and snacks. They ended up in a place that one could describe as a old dungeon of some sorts with differrent old torturing devices around, and an altar. There in the middle of it, a boy wrapped in thick golden chains reclined in a flat position, eyes closed seemingly asleep and peaceful.

A collection of usually one shots, with some having multiple parts. Written by an underworked-but-tired-anyways author lol

A young man named Nick sighed as he stare at the sky outside of the window with a lazy face. “Hah… reality is often disappointing, if only I live in those stories at least life will be much simpler…” He said slightly upset. As he closed his eyes to relax, he hope that when he open his eyes something will happen. -Ding! A familiar sound he always read about in novels appeared out of nowhere. [Superior System has been integrated into the host soul] [For you whom destined for supremacy, I have been bestowed upon thee as a loyal companion and assistant to reach the peak of existence!] After he heard the system speech of nonsense, he opened his eyes and is greeted by a flat transparent screen with words on it. A huge grin appeared on his face as he know what that thing is. It was a system. “This will be very interesting~” The young man chuckled as he continued to stare at the sky with a grin on his face. ***

Life is tiring, they said. Life is good, the rumor goes. Life is about being grateful, they said. So, what is the meaning of life? Besides carrying the burden of life? The question of why I was born kept repeating in my head. I felt forced to be born. Until finally I understood, what the meaning of life itself.

Daniel a rookie actor finally landed an acting role with the rising star Mia. Mia always comes to set looking tired and Daniel can't help but notice. As they continue acting together, Daniel finds himself catching feelings for Mia and he can't help but wish to stay with her for a long time. This is a story where Mia fights for her career and Daniel fights for his love.

A police officer named Jeff is tired of his boring life. But soon he gets a chance to 'enjoy' his life as the duty of guarding a mysterious criminal is on him. On the top of that a senior officer is determined to inquire the criminal and even bending the rules of the department for it. What past did the two have? The urge to find the answer is what Jeff driven about.

Human expanse has led to almost pure positives, until now. The Martians are tired of their lax government, and are now revolting. After a botched attack, one revolutionary is left wondering where it all went wrong, and where to go from now. Will he keep fighting? Will he win?

"I'm tired" "don't" lights scattering painful sobs sounds with tears falling on the ground "you did it for love but all you got was hate" "They are happy,smiling and in relief because u were the one sad,crying and in despair Duncan" A world that lives happily in despair believing in someone they should have not even have crossed path with Let's do this for the end "i'm still very tired"

The Demon King has been defeated. All the adventurers have returned to their world... except one who slept through the final battle. Now that the world of Sol Mundus is in chaos once again, their only hope is a hero that too tired to save anyone.

Note: Warning, this book is written by people who just wants things to be as much chaotic as it can possibly get. This is Infinite Glazing Work. Are you tired of those troupes where the MC hides their powers? Or one where the mc wants or has to save the world for his loved one. Perhaps, one where the world just moves in a predestined motion. One where it's a sandbox for the mc to grow. Are you tired of those? Do you want to just throw your brain out the window and try something garbage for once. Do you want a scenario where something just happens for the sake of happening and not because it's for an overarching plot. If so, welcome. Take a stop here and read what a group of (crazy) people has to offer. Fuck it, we ball. Serious note: - Fast-paced: Chapters transitions to other ones in a blink of an eye. - There are multiple main protagonists - mainly four of them. - Names are mixed. We'll be mixing names from different cultures as we see fit. Call it cringe, but it is what it is. Reasons you should read this novel: "Just try it."