Journal Of Short

The world ended. As Alan died, with everything around him flooding and going to ruin, he heard a voice: Imminent death of skill holder detected. Conditions met. Activating Unique Skill: Regression. Thus began his tale of infinite regression.

John doesn't just fall; he's thrown from what used to be his perfect life. Join him on his journey back to normality, as he tries-and fails, to keep a hold on his fragile sanity.

``` Ceci est l'histoire d'une liche folle qui possède un système de jeu interne et provoque une catastrophe dans le monde entier. « Voyons les quêtes journalières aujourd'hui... c'est encore ce maudit choix entre deux options. Détruire une ville de 30 000 habitants ou plus ; récompense : 10 000 points de mal. Voler des sucettes à 3 enfants ; récompense : 1 point de mal. Si aucune des quêtes n'est accomplie, alors 2 points seront déduits. » « Tsk ! Vous pensez que je suis stupide ? Si je détruisais vraiment une ville, une croisade de Chevaliers Sacrés de rang de mythe viendrait certainement me chasser. Même si je gagnais les points, il ne resterait de toute façon pas de vie en moi pour les dépenser. Je ferais mieux d'aller gentiment voler des sucettes. » J'en ai assez d'être une liche tristement célèbre. Qui a dit qu'une liche ne peut pas être une bonne personne ? Je vais absolument déjouer ce maudit système et devenir un homme bon, droit et digne. ```

Dive into a world of stories ranging from the most ridiculous to the most heart-wrenching. Laugh your heart out or scream in fear of the amazing collection of wonderful tales in this "novel".

The title pretty much says it all. This is the journal of Jane Brown. Each journal entry may be very short or very long. Entries may be close together or far apart. It depends on when and if Jane decides to or remembers to update her journal. If ever. Just like most of the non-diary or journal writer keepers out there - or uninspired authors. Yep. Warning: VERY SLOOOW updates. This is a story written on a whim. Let's see how long the inspiration will last for. This style of writing is somewhat experimental. Disclaimer: This is a work of FICTION and is not based on any one person. Any portrayal of real people or real events (excluding some major world events) is entirely accidental and coincidental. It is in not in any way, shape of form meant to be a commentary on anyone or anything, even less on current issues in society. This is literally meant to be boring (hence the ordinary title) without being too boring. It is just about the average slow paced life and interests of an average person. (Not meant for and not interested in contracting.)

Here is where the horror lies. Here is where we learn some secrets and where we keep the secrets. Psst!

Hi everyone, Comrade here This is the collection of short stories I'm gonna write. It will be short so read it and give your honest reactions and feedback. . . . Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing

Just more old journal entries of mine, but this time things are a bit more...weighty? Complicated? These journals were written 12 years after those of Volume 1! Let us cringe a little more. Maybe a little less? Looking back now, I wasn't that naive...was I? *Names will be omitted and replaced with "XXXXX" in order to keep some semblance of privacy.*

Each chapter is a different story, sometimes set in the same world, sometimes completely unrelated... To pass the time and let yourself be transported into countless stories.

Short stories for readers who can't read a whole book like me ¯⁠\⁠(⁠°⁠_⁠o⁠)⁠/⁠¯ please enjoy

How the world's insanity can cost you.

random stories that were written for my children, 19 years worth of short stories.

Short R18 Stories. Male lead.

Just some stories because I want to write. Sorry for the bad English (not my first language).

two unhinged boys trying to make their own in a totally normal city. What is the worst that could happen?

An ex-detective meets 11 other guests at a mysterious dinner table and in order to survive he must figure out who secretly works with the mastermind behind this entire thing.

I put together these shorts in my spare time. each chapter is a short, there may be continuations of the short stories if you ask, or if I feel like it needs more!! ** I will put up warnings so people wont feel uncomfortable with the short, if you think you will be, please move on, my stories or that short may not be for you** More tags since I can find them: #Fantasy #swearing #shortstories

All the story here is only fictional

this is the journal entry of a young woman going through the motions and growing as a person.

The daughter of a noble, Aurelia, unexpectedly enrolls in the most prestigious Academy in the Empire of Fiore. With boredom following the young maiden, Aurelia decides to create a small club and keep a journal to record her upcoming adventures during her time in the Academy.

Humans? It's just another form of life. Who cares if one or two die? That's what they wanted to do to me after all, they sent me to my death. They taught us nothing, no swordsmanship, no magic, barely any armor. Why should I care for humans after what they did, killing a pig and slaughtering a human brings the same feeling of relief, but one's easier to access. So why can't I kill them all? Tyler Greenheart is a man who was cursed in his previous life by the Reaper of Death. His life force constantly gets sucked out from him, shortening his life span and causing pain. When he reaches the age of 15 he is sent out to war against the Elven Tribes as a meat shield due to his lack of talent and lack of spirit, when out on the front lines he kills someone in self defense and feels a sense of comfort and pain relief. He absorbed some of the person's life span and the rest was offered to the Reaper to take, and was absorbed instead of his own. After feeling relief for the first time he decides to turn to the life of a murderer and slowly gets crueler and crueler to appease the curse. Cover is temporary.

Journey of a betrayed soldier in a apocalyptic fantasy world. No string attached, he will decide his own fate prevail or perish. Not every fantasy world is a good place. Sometimes, it's worse than where we came from.

This little book, this short collection of short stories, wasn't made to conquer the world. It was created to send a message, to reach people, to whisper in their ears with just one short phase: "I exist". All these stories hace just that in common, that whisper.