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The Thing I Hate About Elves

Things We Don’t Talk About

——— I woke up to fingers running gently through my hair. At first, I thought I was dreaming, until the lullaby began. Low. Melodic. But wrong. It was that same language I'd heard through the walls, the one that makes your stomach twist and your teeth clench. She sat on the edge of my bed, I can’t see her face; it’s swallowed by the dark. But her hand keeps moving, slow and rhythmic, stroking my hair like she’s lulling something else to sleep. Her eyes are half-closed, swaying as she hums that twisted tune. And then I realize— I forgot to turn on my bedroom light before falling asleep. I kept my breathing slow and shallow, pretending to sleep. limbs screaming to move, to run, but something in me knows: Don’t let her know you’re awake. Don’t move. The singing stops. She sniffles. A choked, trembling sob leaks through her lips. She starts crying quietly, like she’s trying not to be heard. Like she’s afraid. “No...” she whispers, her voice cracking like a child’s. “He still dreams like a child… still soft…” I almost convince myself she’s sleep-talking— Until her hand suddenly tangles in my hair and pulls. I flinched and let out a sharp gasp. "Mama—!" She goes still. Her grip loosened… then shifts. Her fingers wrapped tightly around my trembling arms. Her face inches closer. I can smell her breath,..warm, wrong, too close. Her eyes are wide with terror. Her voice shakes as she hisses: “Don’t say anything." "Don’t say a word anymore.” I was too scared to speak. I couldn't even nod. She held me like that for a long, shuddering moment. Her breath was hot and ragged against my cheek. Her hands were too tight, like if she lets go, I’ll vanish. Her eyes darting around the room. Then, like a switch flipping, she goes completely still. "Mom?" I whispered, so softly it barely made a sound. She was at eye level with me. But she wasn't looking at me. She looked past me. Behind me.... No... no. It’s happening AGAIN. . This is not a safe novel. It's a collection of short, self-contained stories, each chapter unraveling a new descent, a different nightmare. Some stories are brief. Others not so. No heroes. No clean endings. Just answers that should have stayed buried. Read alone if you must. But don't say we didn't warn you. Reader Warning: This series contains psychological horror, disturbing imagery, death, and paranormal themes. Reader discretion is advised. Each chapter is a self-contained story, perfect for short, spine-tingling reads.
RongKing · 9.8K 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 · 6.9K Views

Be a Slave of the Elves? I Get Stronger by Rebelling!

Due to an unexpected accident, Munir and his classmates were transported to another world, becoming Divine Gifted with limitless potential and the ability to level up by fighting monsters. They thought that, as transmigrators, they would rise to the top of this new world. But what awaited them instead… was imprisonment by the Elven Guard— And worse, being forcibly taken in as Slaves! Munir never intended to submit. His sworn enemy even volunteered to become an Elven Race Slave just to stab him in the back. Fortunately—— [Unique God-Tier Class: God of Rebellion has awakened!] In the face of any attack or oppression, Munir only needs to resist in order to gain bonus experience—and even has a chance to unlock god-tier skills! [You resisted an instance of oppression. Target of resistance: Sworn enemy Helen. Gained 500 experience points.] [You resisted an instance of oppression. Target of resistance: Elven Race member attempting to enslave you. Gained 1000 experience points.] Through continuous rebellion, Munir kept getting stronger. But the Elven Race's oppression was relentless, and he couldn't help but feel that his growth still wasn't fast enough. Until he logged into the Divine Gifted's shared mental platform—— [Why did we all work together to kill one powerful enemy, and each of us only got a little over 100 experience points?] [Leveling up is way too hard. I busted my ass for days and only gained one level!] [This is a total scam!! How the hell do you even get skills?!] Munir looked silently at his own character screen. Rows and rows of maxed-out skills, his level completely crushing the rest… Leveling up, it seemed, wasn't that hard after all?
Yoowen · 16.7K Views

Transmigrated As An Extra In The Novel I Love And Hate

The room was dark, illuminated only by the dim glow of my laptop screen. My eyes burned from hours of reading, but I refused to stop—after all, tonight was the night. The final chapter. The grand conclusion of Sovereign Ascension. I had spent years following the protagonist’s journey. Watching him grow from a nobody to a god-like figure. Fighting through war and killing even gods. Collecting powerful artifacts, rare bloodlines, divine blessings, and, of course, the most beautiful women imaginable. Yet, as I read the final pages, my fingers curled into fists. “…No way.” I scrolled back up, reading the last few paragraphs again. “You’ve got to be kidding me!” The so-called “Final Battle” was a joke. After hundreds of chapters of buildup, after overcoming impossible odds, after being handed every possible advantage… the protagonist lost. And not just any loss—he died in the stupidest, most ridiculous way possible. A trap. Not a god-tier strategy. Not an overwhelming enemy. Not some cosmic revelation. No. He walked right into a trap that even a child could have avoided. “Are you stupid!?” I yelled at my screen, my voice echoing in the silence of my room. “You had every opportunity! You had everything! How did you mess this up!?” I buried my face in my hands, groaning. And the ending… Oh, the ending. Instead of some great twist, some world-shattering revelation… it was a rushed epilogue about how the world moved on. The protagonist’s harem of goddesses, princesses, and saints just cried for a while before moving on with their lives. And the worst part? The guy had never even treated them right! All those beautiful women, and the only thing he ever thought about was sex! No genuine relationships, no emotional depth—just a walking cliché with zero personality, how the hell does someone write something this stupid , no relationship building nothing. “How is that fair!?” I grumbled, rubbing my temples. “If I had his talents, his luck, his damn plot armor, I’d have done a thousand times better than that idiot.” "Fuck this novel and the stupid protagnaist" I sighed, closing my laptop. It wasn’t worth getting so worked up over a novel. Still, I couldn’t shake the frustration. “…If I was in that world, I wouldn’t make the same mistakes, I made in this life.” With that final thought, I collapsed onto my bed, exhaustion taking over.
Reaper_Is_Alive · 76.9K Views
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