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Switzerland Literary Prize

THE FALLACY GAME.

The Fallacy Game. > “Truth is subjective. Reality can be reasoned away. And in this game—your mind is the battlefield.” In a world where logic is weaponized and debate is a matter of survival, an underground tournament known only as The Fallacy Game emerges — a cerebral war where losing means the destruction of your reputation, your identity, and sometimes, your very sense of self. Rael Veir is a reclusive prodigy with a haunted past and a brain wired for paradoxes. When his sister is institutionalized after a televised debate collapse, Rael receives an invitation to the game — not as a witness, but as a player. Each round pits him against another genius in a lethal battle of logic. The prize for victory: progression to the next tier. The cost: a fragment of his memory, emotion, or moral compass… gone forever. As Rael ascends the ranks, he begins to question everything — the rules, the judges known as Observers, and the reality he's anchored to. Twisted rivals with fractured ideologies emerge. Forgotten players return. And all signs point toward a final debate known only as the Final Paradox — a round so mind-breaking, it's said no player has reached it and come back sane. But Rael is not like the others. He doesn't want to win the game. He wants to tear it apart from the inside. To do that, he must outwit the Mirror — a faceless, undefeated player who seems to know Rael’s every move… and may, impossibly, be Rael himself. > “If no one remembers the truth, did it ever exist?”
Astra_A_N · 1.6K Views

The Shadow of Great Britain

“Next, we have the most noble recipient of the Order of the Garter, the Grand Cross of Saint Michael and Saint George, the Grand Cross of the Bath, the Victoria Cross and the lower grades of Knighthood, the leader of the anti-colonial movement, the bell-ringer of the East India Company, the hero of the Crimean War, a Fellow of the Royal Society, a lifelong dear friend of literary giants such as Dickens and Great Dumas, a steadfast supporter of scientific luminaries like Faraday and Darwin, having served as assistant under-secretary, deputy under-secretary, and permanent under-secretary in departments of the Home Office and the Navy Department of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Ireland, the inaugural Cabinet Secretary and head of the civil service, the first graduate and most distinguished alumnus of our school. Please welcome Sir Arthur Hastings to deliver a speech on the occasion of the fiftieth anniversary of the founding of the University of London.” Arthur's gaze swept across the crowd before him, looking at the young faces and murmured, “Agares, what do you think I should say?” The Red Devil's wraith hovered behind him, saliva almost dribbling from the corner of his mouth, “Look at these ignorant souls; they still worship you as a hero. Why not say something they'd like to hear?” Arthur took a deep breath and let out a deafening roar, “Oxford is a bunch of whores' bastards!” “Oh!!!!” The audience erupted into thunderous applause. “Cambridge is the same!” he added immediately. The applause grew even more fervent... (The protagonist, possessed by a devil, travels through 19th-century Britain in a world without magic)
Chasing Time · 221.8K Views

Claiming the Last Alpha She-Wolf

They think she’s a myth. A prize to claim. A body to breed. “Cute. Let them try.” Living among humans as “Astrid”, selling potions and pawning herbs to keep her ailing father alive, Rhiannon Astrid Vale has mastered the art of survival—hiding her claws, her scent, and the dangerous secret nestled in her blood.  She’s not just a werewolf. She’s alpha-born. And worse? She can hear every filthy, possessive, broken thought a wolf dares to have about her. When a hunt for rare herbs spirals into a nightmare, Rhiannon is captured and dragged into the brutal world of werewolf politics on an auction block. Sold to the infamous Bloodfang Pack—a council of five rival alpha brothers barely held together by blood and violence—she becomes the most valuable prize in existence. To them, she’s a rare, breedable, power incarnate. To her? They’re five obsessions waiting to be unravelled. Because Rhiannon isn’t just rare—she’s the living legacy of the she-wolf who cursed their kind two centuries ago. Her blood holds the key to saving or dooming every last one of them. And whether the curse breaks or burns depends on one thing: Who she chooses. Trapped between dominance and desire, with five alphas clawing for her body and her loyalty, Rhiannon doesn’t beg. She seduces. She manipulates. She makes them burn for her until they’re ready to tear each other—and the world—apart. But as passion twists into something terrifyingly close to love, and every kiss threatens to unravel her defences, Rhiannon faces a brutal choice: Burn the pack from within to save herself... Or let herself be devoured by five alphas who would bleed the moon dry just to keep her. She came in chains. She might just leave crowned in blood.
BaeVida · 51.5K Views

We Who Survived The Sky

They say, although you never really know how reliable 'they' are, that over five million people go missing every year and are never heard from again. Is that worldwide? America only? I never cared enough to pay attention, because as far as I was concerned, it had nothing to do with me. No one I know has ever disappeared, and the odds say that no one I ever know ever will. There's more people who live in New York City than that, and I've never even been to New York City, much less lived there. I don't know anyone who has. Besides. There's so many more pressing matters to think about. I never have the sort of free time I need to think that, really, I'm playing a lottery with crappy odds I didn't ask to play in. Every single person I know is another entry every year, and first prize is ending up among those people that lose someone who never reappears. Sooner or later, there's a lot of people who win the grand prize jackpot they didn't know they were competing for. At seventeen the state of Oregon doesn't think I'm ready for the cut-throat world of scratch tickets and guessing lottery numbers. Turns out there's some lotteries out there that you don't need to play to win. Some people see their numbers on the television, some people have to wrestle them back from enthusiastic shop owners, and then some people take the scenic route from the bus stop and run into a wall of light and weightlessness halfway home. I grew up in a little town in the Pacific Northwest that's never been in any movies, and I hit the jackpot at seventeen years old.
Amesaya · 45.5K Views
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