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Thru My Window Across The Sea

Across the Huron Sea: Lust For Life

Seized by a panic such as she had never experienced in the 21 short years of her life, Mira scrambled against the man's grip, and a whiff of blood mingled with an intoxicating scent of cedar. “Shh,” he murmured, lowering his head. Pressed against his firm chest, she gulped at the dark red seeping through his shirt ivory white. She risked a glimpse up. Under a silver-black phantom half mask was a sculpted face, strands of jet-black hair sweeping his cheeks. Contrasting his pale complexion were those burgundy red lips, above which, a straight nose cast a shadow on his thin eyes the color of onyx. He glanced down at her, his gaze otherworldly. “If you’re thinking of getting on the back of the truck,” he wheezed, his larynx heaving. “Bad idea.” Deep like the rumbling sea and magnetic, his gravelly voice threatened to drown any audience. ----- History repeats itself. In a world ten thousand years after ours perishes, the planet is ruled by the First World, consisting of the Commonwealth and the Republic across the Huron Sea. 21-year-old Mira de Armas must escape the Commonwealth after a posse of vigilantes who called themselves the Reds started a revolution and persecuted her stepfather till his death. Disguised as a boy, she smuggles herself to the Republic. As she tries to escape from the Customs, she is caught by the most wanted man of the First World, the last drug lord who has taken out all the Republican cartels. The man offers to take her to safety in exchange for helping him to a bunker and treating his wound from the gunshot. Left with no choice, Mira joins forces with the man and learns that he is Dr. Warshon Qusbecq, a renowned physician by day. As their journey uncovers old memories and reveals the conspiracy behind the election of the First World Premier, their relationship evolves from suspicion to mutual dependence and affection. Through intellectual sparring and the exchange of personal stories, they reveal emotional vulnerabilities to each other that they hide from the rest of the world. Drawing on her own experiences in the Commonwealth, Mira sees the truth as she falls into the dark: that darkness exists exactly because the light is shining and enjoyed on the other side. I hope you'll enjoy this romantasy.
Ali_Gin · 11.5K Views

To Sleep In The Sea Of Time

This is a story of a guy who loses everything, and then gets it back. Same old new world story, just a different kind of story teller. *** They took away our hunter tags. They had us grow our hair. They gave us a new brand, when we were over there. They staged us out of Dragur, East of the Olim Horn. I guess they call us Slaves, but no one calls us much anymore. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. Karn brought Sorrow. Pookie brought Fear. Milk brought the fly boys. They did work in Undia. I worked mostly clandestine. Some Legends I should not say. We played with better wands. I could use the extra pay. Did Mara give the order? Did venom pay the way? They said we were slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. This was before HALO, and Codex was king. Hej atop the rider, he never felt a thing. When our rider caught a spell, and both the mages killed. It pitched us over sideways on some cold Sylph hill. My back felt like it was broken, my legs I could not feel. I kept on slaying demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I never did heal up right from injuries sustained Officially in Torin, unofficially we train. I remember all their faces. They dream about me still. I guess I'm slaying demons, but it's kind of hard to tell. There no fun in killing. I don't want to do it anymore. I speak the cold logistic, that old boys speak so well. Veni, Vedi, Vici. I'll see you in Hel. Maybe it's bravado, or an unspeakable guilt. That village, they were demons, but it was kind of hard to tell. There is no fun in killing. I don't wanna to do it anymore. I've done plenty. What is one more? -Corb Lund *** Come guess me this riddle. What beats shire leaves and fiddle? What is hotter than pleasures touch, and whiter than cream? What best wets his whistle? What is clearer than crystal? What is sweeter than honey and stronger than steam? What will make the lame walk? What will make the dumb talk? What is the elixir of life and philosopher's stone? And what helped Pookie-Baba dig up a tunnel, that runs from Shalamanda to West-Torin? When you are digging a crater, It is the best thing in nature, for sinking your sorrows and raising your joys. Sometimes I wonder, if lightning and thunder, is made out of the plunder, of the reddest hiski and oils. *** If you can keep your head when all about you, are losing theirs and blaming it on you. If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you, but make allowance for their doubting too. If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don’t deal in lies, or being hated, don’t give way to hating, And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise. If you can dream, and not make dreams your master. If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim. If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same. If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken, twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools, or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build them up with worn-out tools. If you can make one heap of all your winnings, and risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss and lose, and start again at your beginnings, and never breathe a word about your loss. If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew, to serve your turn long after they are gone, and so hold on when there is nothing in you; Except the Will which says to them ‘Hold on!’ If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue, nor walk with Kings, nor lose the common touch. If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you. If all men count with you, but none too much. If you can fill the unforgiving minute, with sixty seconds worth of distance, run. Yours is the World and everything that’s in it, and which is more you’ll be a Man, my son. - Rudyard Kipling
man_of_culture3030 · 700.3K Views

Whispering Across Seasons

Whispering Across Seasons is a poignant love story set against the backdrop of Solara, a city that hums with life and change. The narrative follows Reina, a quiet dreamer who works at a bookstore and has resigned herself to a life of solitude, finding comfort in fictional worlds. However, her life is unexpectedly altered when she meets Aiden, a mysterious and charismatic man with haunting eyes and a painful past. Their initial encounter seems like a fleeting moment, but soon Aiden becomes a regular at the bookstore, drawing Reina into his world. As their bond deepens, they both begin to confront their vulnerabilities. Aiden reveals the tragic loss of his fiancée, Elise, and the guilt he carries from her death. Though they share joyful moments, Aiden's grief often clouds their relationship, leading to moments of distance and tension. Despite their challenges, Reina and Aiden continue to grow closer, learning to navigate the complexities of love, grief, and healing. They face obstacles like emotional turmoil, misunderstandings, and fears of losing each other, but they also find strength in their connection. Through seasons of laughter, tears, and self-discovery, they come to realize that love, like the changing seasons, requires growth and the courage to embrace both joy and pain. The story culminates in a heartfelt proposal under the same oak tree where they once shared their dreams, symbolizing a new chapter in their relationship. Aiden asks Reina to spend the rest of their seasons together, and she accepts, marking the beginning of a life built on hope, healing, and the quiet whispers of destiny.
Immortal9God · 1.1K Views

Veilwalkers: Bonds Across Realms

Kigu was in an intriguing crisis in the direction of desperation. Resilience is all he had inorder to escape from despair. The world was chaotic and confusing.It had no place for the innocent , everybody was treated like a criminal. The country of Ecade though rich and famous with plenty of job opportunities. It was also the most dangerous place to be. With the walking around of dangerous organized gangs that was in a battle with the government. Kigu belonged to a race called the Veilkins which had been living in hiding for years but then they re-established their bonds with the outside world as they called it. Kigu faced the massacre of most of the people from his village which were then turned into hostages and slaves working with a minimum pay. Their home was turned into a hell and they all wished they had never bonded with the people from the outside. Not only did he escape the massacre, he also escaped the death door after being saved by a mysterious person. He encountered a deity which offered him magical abilities in exchange for some of his senses. Kigu wanted to use that new found power inorder to rescue his hometown and punish those who had enslaved them. The road had several struggles including, battling his own weaknesses to keep on going. His impulsiveness kept getting in his way and the distance between him and his quest's succeed kept getting longer and longer. He had to fight his own weaknesses first inorder to save the others. Veilwalkers : Bonds Across Realms is a urban fantasy story that has a huge world filled with a lot of experiences. It is set in Ecade a country with whole lot of people of different kinds. The greed , the dreamers , the cynical and those who just want power. The story show " actions vs consequences" " hope " " resilience" and " desire and possession " Dive deep into the story to discover with a massive world where there is a lot to chose from.
Artistic_Sebc · 5K Views
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