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Schemes Of A Flower

Crown Prince Yun Chi chose as his consort the youngest daughter of the Hua Family, Hua Yan, and the news shattered the hearts of countless ladies in the Capital City. It was said: the Crown Prince could write poetry at three, compose essays at seven, debate with the greatest scholars at ten, shoot arrows with precision at twelve, oversee the examinations of all scholars at fifteen, and was regent by the time he was sixteen. He reached the pinnacle in letters, the extreme in martial arts, his looks were world-shaking, and his presence unrivaled. Hua Yan felt as though a gigantic pie had fallen from the sky, landing squarely on her head. From then on, was she to compete with the entire world for this man? -------------------- Yun Chi: Standing at the pinnacle of the Azure Clouds, he learned the art of balance, practiced the strategies of an emperor, envisioned the land and skies in his heart. Within the nine-layered royal palace, he could turn his hands to clouds and his palms to rain, holding sway over the court and the nation, trimming himself into a figure free from desire and henceforth unyielding. Hua Yan: She viewed herself as beneath the dust, with all her emotions and desires, disliking the Son of Heaven's court, preferring the ordinary alleys, treading on ten feet of soft red and experiencing all facets of life. She believed that nothing was better than green mountains and clear waters. "If you promise me a lifetime, I will accompany you for an eternity."
Xiziqing · 113K Views

Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths

"Let me take a look." Professor Wright’s voice was calm, professional even, but his touch—steady and assured as he lifted me onto the desk—was anything but ordinary. His hands, broad and strong, lingered just a moment too long on my arm as he steadied me, sending an unwelcome but undeniable shiver down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying not to notice the way his tie loosened slightly as he leaned in or the faint scent of cedarwood and worn pages that seemed to follow him everywhere. He was close enough now that I could see the faint worry lines etched into his brow as he carefully slid the strap of my uniform off my shoulder. "Alina," he said softly, his voice low but tinged with exasperation, "why do you always end up hurt?" His fingers ghosted over the darkened skin near my collarbone, examining it with the precision of someone who cared too much but tried not to show it. "You need to stop being reckless," he murmured, his tone shifting, softer now. "If anyone bullies you again, come to my office, and I’ll deal with them." It was a simple offer, but I had to remind myself, loudly and firmly, that this was my professor. The man responsible for my education, not... whatever my mind was trying to turn him into. "Professor Wright," I started, trying to regain control of the situation—and my racing heart. "This really isn’t a big deal. I can handle myself." His jaw tightened ever so slightly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought he might argue. Instead, he stepped back, his hands falling away from me as if realizing they’d overstayed their welcome. --------------------------------------------------------------- Alina Hart, a sharp-tongued high school senior, hides behind sarcasm and wit to mask the pain of fractured family life. Shipped off to a prestigious boarding school by a father who no longer sees her, Alina struggles to find her place in a world of strict rules and academic expectations. Enter Professor Cristiano Wright, a 27-year-old literature teacher whose calm demeanor and sharp intellect make him both an enigma and a fascination. Tasked by Alina’s older brother Ethan to keep an eye on her, Wright finds himself drawn to the complexity beneath her rebellious exterior. In the backdrop of Shakespearean sonnets and Romantic poetry, Alina and Wright navigate an increasingly fraught connection. What begins as reluctant mentorship soon transforms into a tangled web of forbidden emotions, unspoken words, and an undeniable pull that neither can ignore. Set against the bustling corridors of an urban high school and the quiet corners of a library filled with unspoken confessions, Silent Flames, Forbidden Paths explores the fine line between admiration and desire, duty and vulnerability. As Alina and Wright grapple with their feelings, they must confront their moral boundaries and the cost of their choices. Can they maintain the lines they’ve drawn, or will their emotions blur them beyond recognition?
ALT_Annchi_ · 95 Views

Slay Thy Conqueror

Throughout history, certain individuals have left an indelible mark on the world they lived in. These figures rose above the chaos of their times, leaving behind legacies that shaped kingdoms and empires, some rising to greatness, while others crumbled into obscurity. In every era, there are those whose influence is undeniable—some revered, others feared. The title of Conqueror is reserved for those who wield unstoppable power—figures of absolute dominance who are both admired and dreaded. A conqueror’s name echoes through history, forever etched as a force that could bend nations to their will. In a world where mystic power came from nature, where people harness this nature into tools of calligraphy, arts, poetry, music and others as a form of powers—holding the key to possible and creative powers, the Ming Dynasty is on the brink of looming disaster as it ignored the threat of a conqueror. Amidst a turbulent era of war and political chaos, the emperor and his court ignore a dire warning of a rising conqueror, too consumed with internal strife and external threats to take action. The second prince, determined to perform in the stage of the Ming Dynasty, takes the conqueror matters into his own hands. With the possibility of the crown’s future at stake, having the emperor being ill, he forms an unlikely alliance of criminals from the royal prison, as last effort, offering them a chance at freedom in exchange for one final mission: to kill thy conqueror.
PurpleGrimmy · 1.9K Views

Dream of the Red Mansions

"Dream of the Red Mansions," the seminal novel penned by the Qing Dynasty writer Cao Xueqin, presents a vivid tapestry of life within the aristocratic society of China's feudal era. Despite the constraint of word count, I shall endeavor to encapsulate its translation into English and offer a concise portrayal of its iconic imagery. The title "Dream of the Red Mansions" itself, translated as "A Dream of Red Mansions" by Yang Xianyi and Gladys Yang, alludes to the grandeur and opulence of the Jia clan's mansion, where the story unfolds. In Western cultures, "red" might connote blood or violence, whereas in the Chinese context, it symbolizes prosperity and status. This translation, though faithful to the original, carries a nuanced cultural difference that foreign readers may interpret through the lens of their own experiences. The novel revolves around the Jia, Shi, Wang, and Xue families, portraying their rise and fall amidst the complexities of power, wealth, and love. The protagonist, Jia Baoyu, an enigmatic young man endowed with a "Jade of Spiritual Enlightenment," finds himself at the center of a web of relationships, particularly his unrequited love for Lin Daiyu, a delicate and sensitive beauty, and his arranged marriage to Xue Baochai, a more practical and conformist figure. The translation captures the intricate emotional landscape of these characters, rendering their intricate feelings and motivations in a manner that resonates with English-speaking audiences. The beauty of Lin Daiyu, for instance, is described in poetic terms that evoke her ethereal grace and fragile fragility, while Xue Baochai's character is portrayed as a bastion of traditional virtues, embodying the expectations of feudal society. The novel's imagery extends beyond the personal lives of its protagonists, encompassing the intricate architecture of the mansions, the rich tapestry of cultural practices, and the profound philosophy embedded in its poetry and prose. The "Red Mansions" themselves become a metaphor for the fleeting nature of wealth and power, serving as a backdrop for the play of human emotions and desires. In translation, the novel's rich cultural heritage and nuanced language pose significant challenges. Yet, the translators have striven to preserve the essence of the original work while adapting it to suit the sensibilities of English readers. Through their efforts, "Dream of the Red Mansions" transcends linguistic and cultural barriers, offering a window into the vibrant world of China's feudal aristocracy and the human drama that unfolded within its confines.
DaoistUgp21M · 3.4K Views

Little Goliath

'What is this?' Theodore thought as he opened his little eyes to what he assumes to be one of his parents who is dropping him off on the doorstep of a church at what seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, ---a few hours ago ago--- Theodore was like any other normal person: had a family, had dreams, filled with ambitiouns, liked games, sometimes goes outside, has preferences, filled with desire, and of course went through a difficult time in his life, he was just as normal as the average person is. but one thing he is different from others is that he likes roasting people online especially the rich, he loves making fake accounts just to meme people, judge thier preferences and give rating for their every day (unnecessary) objects, he even makes money from it by making videos about how stupid some rich people are. But that led him to his death when he was kidnapped by a rich woman, who he had made fun of... '???' He didn't know what happened after that... --- [Somewhere in a different time]--- 'Where am I?' he asked as he tries to move his head and eyes uncoordinated, there were noticeable things to hint where he was currently at; the church was styled like it was described from a dark fantasy book, the sky was clear with a few clouds roaming in the sky as the light of dawn hits them, and his parent who looked like a literal angel, '....they seemed to be speaking..." "....to think my offspring looked... Normal, even though you're mother is a human and I, Michael... am an angel... So shouldn't you be a €i@n¥?" The angel asked the infant, only to be replied with cooing, "Oh... Who am I kidding? You're just an infant, how can you even understand..... goodbye Little David" the angel said as he spans his wings wide, knocked on the church's door before he flew from the ground and vanished between the rays of dawn ——17——Years——Later—— 'Hmm', looking back at the moment, David sighed in his stupidity for realizing something that he should've considered, "Well I was very afraid and shaken from being reincarnated, so I really can't truly blame myself for not realizing.... Right?" He asked, seemingly into the air [No, from what I can see, the fault was totally on you] the voice of the male siri that suddenly replied to him "Well fuck you, this wasn't supposed to be my problem, I'm just a defect Nephilim, not someone who asked to be a hero!" [Correction, currently you're a captive of Achilles] "That's not what I meant! You retard of a Sy--" [Playing; Don't Stop Believing by Journey] ================= This work is inspired by the stories of; the origins of the Book of Giants (and pages from the Bible that references to the Book of Giants), The story of David and Goliath, the themes, setting, scenes, land, and stories from various legends, tales, myths, 'n methods in both western and middle eastern. "..." => Talking '...' => thinking (...) => Details/explanation [...] => moves/important terms/specific places #...# => links/inspirations/references for the chapter ..====.. => end of a scene/transition to another scene ================= A [Short] novel, Meaning this is a work that I did not put my all in, But it is something that I gave my thoughts to: the chapters, characters, the plot and the finale. each chapter has atleast (1.2k)-(1.7k) words but I might be able to make chapters with nearly (2k) words, I've learned that in my previous works, the chapters are short af [–=Notes=–] >This Test Novel shall only have 20 chapters, >Have limited descriptions given >English is my third language and I learned English through poetry at first, so please anyone, help point out some writing errors of mine that I didn't do right >I lack perseverance so I might only upload mostly once a week, sometimes twice a week, or worse scenario once a (few) month(s)
THADDEOUSSo7 · 4.3K Views
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