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The Fjord Never Sleeps

They said the fjord was alive — that it remembered every moan ever echoed off its surface. When Astrid Hammar, a disillusioned 29-year-old writer from London, inherits her grandmother’s forgotten cottage in Løvlund, she expects silence. Solitude. Healing. What she finds instead is a village untouched by shame, where nudity is daily ritual, love is never exclusive, and eroticism isn’t whispered in the dark — it’s lived out loud, in sauna steam and moonlit lakes. Here, marriages open without scandal. Affairs happen like seasons. Women take what they want. Men beg to be taken. And the body is not hidden — it is celebrated, shared, broken, healed. Astrid arrives an outsider. But as the village peels her layers away — through sweat-drenched saunas, fingers at her spine during midnight swims, and open-mouthed invitations whispered during the ancient Blotnatt festival — she begins to remember something deeper than lust: Desire is not dirty here. It’s sacred. As the story unfolds, so do the villagers: Ida, a married mother of three who kisses Astrid first, in a greenhouse dripping with heat. Leif, the quiet carpenter who teaches her how to moan without words. Mattis, who offers her his wife before he offers her his heart. The Widow Ase, who teaches Astrid the art of watching before touching. Kari and Emil, teenage lovers who don’t know jealousy, only hunger. From one summer to the next, The Fjord Never Sleeps becomes an endless symphony of wet thighs, aching hearts, tangled limbs, and emotional bruises that heal through touch. And as Astrid falls into the village’s rhythm, she realizes she’ll never leave. Because once you live without shame, you can never go back
Ravi_Kumar_Reddy_4518 · 234 Views

Elves Are Sleeping Beauties

I like text-to-speech so I'm giving a shot at present tense second person writing to lean into a listener's POV. Enjoy! I use Sonia en-GB for the narrator at 1.2 or 1.5 times speed. Might want to read this part, I kind of left it out the story by making it the synopsis by accident lol. Tavern doors never close on the festive dockside. Traders, settlers, wanderers, and outlaws gather, drawn by the excitement of the New World. The air smells of smoke, salt and sweat, sails catch wind beside steam locomotives' whistles and pistons, each vessel either arriving with strange goods and stranger tales or departing with the thunderous farewells. You step aboard one of them, another spirited adventurer in the crowd, and spend months at sea from docks to coasts, continents to isles, to steam across a windless sea under an endless night sky. When sunlight hits your deck once more, it reveals the New World's waters, like pouring paint into the void. You see the distant sails in the harbour of a forested continent and cheer with the exclamations of waking passengers upon seeing the continent, name pending, no sovereigns and no laws. The landing of all those visiting from the Old World, a boiling pot of all kinds of cultures with each person's distinct flavours of friends, enemies, grudges and dreams. Without hesitation you leave it behind and vanish into the forest, wanting simply to dedicate your life to exploring the interior of the continent. How surprising is it when you found that the elves are all sleeping beauties! Capture them all! Hahahahahahahaha!
lostatlas · 8.2K Views

Infinite Mana Through Potatoes

“He gave me a potato... First, I mocked him... But then I ascended to a new level...” “I asked him for his name... He calmly said: Just Potato Man.” “He offered me mashed potatoes, and I woke up with mana seeping out of my eyeballs...” Welcome to Olythera—a world ruled by mana-infused warlords, sword saints who split mountains, and mages who duel with meteor storms. Power is earned through blood, battle, and divine right. ...Except for one man. A barefoot farmer, wearing a burlap sack, carrying a hoe like it’s the holy grail, and offering you a warm, slightly salted potato. Everyone laughed... Until their spell circles shattered and their kingdoms bowed. He is Potato Man. No, he’s not here to save the world. No, he doesn’t want to be a hero. He just wants to wander, grow his crops, and hand out potatoes like a strange, starchy messiah. -But here's the catch:- *Every potato eaten gives him mana.* *Every bite grants XP.* *Feed a village? He levels up.* *Feed a kingdom? He becomes a myth.* *Feed the world? He becomes a god.* -This is the story of a man who:- *Accidentally creates a potato-based religion* *Turns kingdoms vegetarian through sheer spiritual flavor.* *Builds a global potato network to absorb mana across continents, defeats monsters, demons, and emperors… without ever changing clothes.* *A chill, unstoppable protagonist who gains power by feeding people.* *Magic systems, sword-fights, and spirit beasts, all outclassed by a potato.* *World domination via agriculture.* *ZERO harem. ONE hoe.* *Kingdoms crumbling to the scent of roasted starch *Bonus tags: Mana, Slice-of-life, Farming, Huge World, Satire, Single FL, Medieval Fantasy, Potatoes, Wide Character Range.* *Please support the novel with power stones, for 100 a week, I will post 1 extra chapter, for 200-2, and so on.* *Updates: Twice a day*
Aurimas_Pazikas · 2.1K Views
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