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Education is not the amount of information that is put into your brain and runs mayhem there, undigested,all your life.we must have life-building, man-making, character-making of ideas. If you have ideas and made them your life and character, than you have more education than anyman,who has got by heart a whole library. Miscellaneous Stories fix those idea's in your memory and try to grow your personal growth' with your character and helps you understand within you. This stories will help you to build yourself from scratch,recarnate your mind and helps you to create idea's to progress in Life." Miscellaneous Stories will process a structure in your life, by concentrating practice which will provide stable state in your future growth.This stories will motivate you in yourself,but you should be aware of to balance your mind. Miscellaneous Stories experienced you to grow ideas, social growth,put a confident line in your life.This stories are easy to understand and remember. To reduce struggle!" in our life, decision-making, personal possessions, anxiety, stress, depression, all that we face in our life by the cause of uncontrollable state of mind. We want everything in our life, luxurious life, house, career, spouse, cars ,to get this we need control our turbulent thoughts that are stumbles in your life' and you are aware of it but we try to ignore it!" To reduce those turbulent thoughts!" We need to put new idea's in our mind. This stories will restrain you, from your 'turbulent thoughts mulling over your minds of misery, hatreds, jealousy, impatience in life.Miscellaneous stories is full of adventure and fantasy, journey, travel,esp.which will overcome fear of Mind. Life is a series of fights, secrets of life is not enjoyment but education through experience. The road to life is the steepest and roughest in the universe. Character has to be built through a thousand stumbles. Miscellaneous Stories will block those stumbles!"

[Welcome to the New Era.] [You have been granted 100 Coins.] [Your Unique Skill has been awakened.] [To survive, obtain more coins.] [Methods: Slay the creatures. Kill the others.] Dimension Collapse. The world expanded tenfold, swallowing everything that once existed. The sky shattered like glass, and a massive rift stretched endlessly across it. From the darkness, nightmares emerged—monstrous beasts, ancient horrors, and creatures beyond human understanding. Colossal dragons appeared, their immense bodies eclipsing the sky, shaking the world with roars that shattered mountains and split the earth. As they ascended, the heavens trembled, the winds howled, and creation itself seemed to bow, for they were not mere beasts, but gods of destruction, heralding the end of an era. Vampires with glowing crimson eyes stalked the night. Demons wreathed in hellfire descended in endless hordes. Beastmen roared beneath the blood-red moon, while goblins, wild and savage, swarmed the streets, feasting on the fallen. Cities crumbled. Lands twisted into strange, terrifying shapes. Reality itself became a battlefield of chaos. Then, as if it were nothing, a glowing screen flickered into existence before every survivor. Terror settled in. Everyone had received a skill—some wielded power over the elements, others bent time or defied death itself. Yet some… awakened curses, abilities so absurd or sinister that they were doomed from the start. The rules were brutal: Kill. Adapt. Evolve. Chaos erupted instantly. Neighbors became executioners. Families slaughtered one another. Streets ran red with blood as the weak perished and the strong carved their place in this new world. Yet, amidst this apocalyptic bloodbath, one man did something truly absurd. --- A man awoke, stretching lazily. The world had changed, yet he… had simply been sleeping. A notification greeted him. [You have met the hidden condition of your skill: High Upgradation.] [You have unlocked S-Grade Skill: Sleep.] He stared at the screen, dumbfounded. What kind of sick joke was this?! Monsters roamed the streets, people were killing for survival… and his power was to take naps?!

DISCLAIMER: This story is not owned by me. All rights belong to the original author and copyright holder. This copy is provided for offline reading purposes only. No copyright infringement is intended, and if the rightful owner requests removal, it will be taken down immediately. The washed-up magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a horror, infinite flow novel about a survival show, taking the place of the cannon fodder who died tragically in the first evaluation round. This show was very interesting. Out of the tens of thousands of people, only a hundred people could survive, and the c-position (strongest contender) could even get a universal wish ticket. If it were someone else, they’d probably be scared to death. No one expected that Zong Jiu was not only unafraid, but also caused a sensational stir, shamelessly showing off his tricks the whole way. Once his tricks stopped, and his life could be considered safe and sound, he ended up in a rivalry with the novel’s big villain. Today you try to get at me, tomorrow I’ll get you back, back and forth, it’s pretty fun, heh. As a result, though it was just playing around, one time they got carried away and really did end up sleeping together. Watching the nemesis who was pressing him to the ground, Zong Jiu lazily lifted his gaze. “If you want to kill me then kill me, don’t speak nonsense.” Even when at a disadvantage, he showed no trace of fear, and actually continued to provoke him. That person used his ice-cold finger to trace his ear, and the action heading toward the aorta suddenly stopped. “What a pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — He was once very willing to personally give Zong Jiu death. Every day, he used to regret not gouging out his flesh, personally snapping his neck. But after this person fell into his hands, another, more urgent desire grew like weeds. Compared to winning or losing, he would rather see him crying and panting, with eyes red, begging for mercy.

Standalone horror stories, approximately 500 to 1000 words per chapter, with each story fully independent of the others. If a character's name appears in multiple stories, it should not imply a connection between them unless explicitly noted otherwise.

who hands their feet into malbuja, better behave or face the consequense in a form of a 6'9ft native american man hunting you down like an animal. wrath is a novel story about townman and his "reasonable" killing spree and life. set in oregon around the 70s, malbuja is a small town with a dark past and unmarked area of the oregon's map. townman himself is a nihilistic anti-hero who not just a savage, but also sadistic in the way he kills his victims and he's coming for them.

I thought nothing of my past until me and my mother abruptly began moving into a completely different state. I can't believe it all was a lie. Sometimes you have to take someone else's job and do it for them.

[Multi-dimensional + Thriller + Survival + Single Female Lead] A driverless bus carries a group of cursed individuals to a black, eerie house... Inside the eerie house, there is a door stained with blood. The cursed are forced, at regular intervals, to be pulled into the terrifying world beyond the blood-red door to complete horrifying events... When Ning Qiu Shui survives one terrifying and bizarre story after another in the eerie house, narrowly escaping death each time, he realizes that everything is far from what he had imagined... The eerie house, it turns out, is not a curse, but... "It's late, friend. Come sit in the eerie house. There's a fire here, and I'll tell you the stories of this place..."

All living beings have something they fear. But then what do the gods fear? They stand at the peak of the world. There shouldn’t be anything they fear…right? Well it turns out, all gods fear one person. Lucian Elysia. But who is this… being? And how come every god fears him? Read and find out —————————————————— The cover I used is not mine! If the creator wants me to take it down then he/she can contact me. Personal goal: 14 chapters/week Actual: 8 chaps/week release time: 23:59 Paris time (A.N: currently on hold) For illustrations join my discord server Discord server: https://discord.gg/muDMjJXv5h

Ecco qui varie storie bonus horror che scrissi nel 2019, più una in più riguardo il deep web. :) (Storie ambientate a scuola)

Btw I have no idea what im doing bro so just read it Btw I cant remove the challenge bar whyyyyyyy

A lot of short stories just for fun

Small, stories

Can Ashudev, the descendant of the most powerful black magician of the world will solve the mystery of his ancestor. The mystery which if not solved might cause great harm to the civilization . Will he be able to solve the mystery before the world falls? All eyes are now on Ashudev, if he succeed will we all live and if he fails will we all die? To know what happnes in future. stay with us. Discord Server link:https://discord.com/invite/EgBznWHt #paranormal #horror #mystery

The deeper you think, the darker it gets. AInmosni’s mind has become a battleground of surreal imagery and cryptic messages, vivid and unrelenting. As these intrusive thoughts take a toll on their body, AInmosni stumbles upon a strange connection between their episodes and a series of unsolved disappearances. With every piece of the puzzle unraveled, AInmosni is pulled deeper into a web of danger where the line between imagination and reality blurs—and crossing it might cost them everything.

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

“They are beauty beyond words and terror beyond reason. In their light, souls are cleansed; in their shadow, worlds are undone. They bless with a touch and destroy with a glance. To worship them is to invite salvation and doom alike, for they are justice without mercy, power without limit, and existence without end. Mortal hands may build temples in their name, but no prayer can soften their gaze. Kneel, not in hope—but in fear." — Aetherion 6:8 Have you ever wondered if Gods exist or if they are just a figment of humanity's imagination for hope? If they exist and aren't just a figment of our imagination, are they benevolent and merciful, or are they indifferent to our sufferings? Arohan, an atheist despised the concept of religion and Gods because of his parent's death. His parents left him wealth beyond measure, so he lived his life the way he desired and did whatever he wanted without caring about the consequences. Everything changed when he faced two choices: save himself or save the world!

Sexy stories of Giantesses crushing Tiny people.

A little bit of everything.

Various short sex stories taken from different sources, most don't belong to me but to their respective authors

The novel contains short horror stories. There are both supernatural and realistic stories. Book cover doesn't belong to me.

Long Sleep is a sci-fi, teen love story set in a world where nothing is as it seems. Akari awakens from a long, mysterious slumber, only to find herself in an unfamiliar reality. With no memory of how she arrived, she embarks on an adventure with Andy, a soldier with secrets of his own. Together, they uncover shocking truths and explore a connection that defies time and reason. Prepare for an exhilarating journey filled with twists, danger, and romance as they uncover the truth behind her lost years.

M, an aspiring writer in the 1980s, struggles to get his serious literary works published. Publishers reject his manuscripts, claiming that readers prefer bold and entertaining stories over deep, philosophical writing. Disheartened, M shares his frustration with his friend Ved, who suggests he try writing sensual and exciting fiction instead. Initially reluctant, M finds inspiration during a train journey when he encounters a confident and mysterious woman. This experience sparks a new idea, and he writes his first sensual story, adopting the pseudonym Mastram to protect his identity. To his surprise, a local publisher eagerly accepts his work, recognizing its mass appeal. As Rajaram sees people secretly enjoying his story, he realizes that success has finally come—but at the cost of stepping into a controversial and morally challenging world. The episode sets the stage for his journey as Mastram, a name that will soon become legendary in the world of bold storytelling.

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Short sex stories

It's horror story with peronal and other peoples experience about there horror story! Hope you all enjoy my horror story. Because it was based on the real experience of peoples that I know in my life. I collect this from there and my experience with horror. It's really terrible for me. WARNING: This book contain a LOT of grammatical errors. The Author is too lazy to edit the story anytime soon or none at all and English isn't Author's first language with less vocabulary. So, if you really prefer to read a good grammar story then this MUST NOT be your book and the "exit" button is always there for you to used. However, for the others who wish to continue to read the story then please, do enjoy! Any book that had the same title and the plot would be accidental. If there is, please contact the author. THIS IS ORIGINALLY MADE BY THE AUTHOR, Kirito. [NOT A TRANSLATION] THANK YOU FOR READING!!