Books
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Jane ‘N Jake
The worn-out swing set in Jake’s backyard had witnessed Jake and Jane’s entire existence. From scraped knees and shared secrets to whispered dreams under a blanket fort, their lives were a tapestry woven with the threads of familiarity. They were the two constants in each other’s ever-shifting worlds. Even at thirteen, when the awkward world of group dates introduced them to the perplexing dynamics of teenage romance, there was an unspoken understanding, a magnetic pull that set them apart. While others navigated the chaotic currents of pop songs and fickle affections, Jake and Jane found their harbor in each other. Their romance, if one could call it that at such…
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Beatrice
Beatriz Ratzinger, a name that tasted faintly of old libraries and the crisp scent of new ink, was, to all outward appearances, just like many other girls. She navigated the labyrinthine social halls of Pasco High with the same practiced ease, her backpack slung just so, a carefully curated playlist humming in her ears. Yet, beneath the polished veneer of adolescent normalcy, Beatriz harbored a secret, or rather, a collection of them. They were outspoken, social butterflies who reveled in human interaction. More importantly, they cared about their appearance, not to the point of runway perfection, but with an undeniable polish. They were, as Beatriz often mused, “runway adjacent.” The…
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Revenge
Richard Taylor’s childhood was a battlefield, not of nations, but of his own home. Barney and Lena, his parents, waged war over everything – the burnt toast, the misplaced socks, the very air they breathed. Their arguments were a cacophony that echoed through the thin walls of their house, a constant reminder of their mutual animosity. Richard, a silent observer in this domestic war zone, concluded that their marriage was a last resort, a pact made by two souls too unlovable for anyone else. The only solace he found was in the quiet hum of the external world, a world he desperately yearned to inhabit. At eighteen, armed with little…
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Alikant: An American Dragon
My name is Erik. I am the son of a king and a queen, but my first memories are not of silk banners or a gilded cradle. They are of the smell of damp earth, the calloused hand of a woman named Gunnhildr guiding my small fingers to plant a seed, and the rough, kind eyes of a man named Leifr showing me how to hold an axe without trembling. The story of how I came to be in that longhouse, the youngest of three children when my blood was royal, is a story of whispers and winter. It is a story my foster parents, Leifr and Gunnhildr never told…
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El Tesoro De Las Hembrillas
Cuando Andrés salió de Las Hembrillas, se llevo un secreto consigo que nunca revelo a nadie. Al salir de ahí, prometió que regresaría en un día cercano para rescatar algo que había dejado escondido. Cuando llego a Arteaga Michoacán, se pasó los días escondiéndose y temeroso de que alguien pudiera encontrar su secreto. Debido a ello, evitaba a amigos y conocidos para evitar soltar la sopa accidentalmente. Se pasaba los días mendigando y cuando quiso regresar al rancho, ya no le fue posible. Sin contactos y sin dinero, no le quedo mas remedio que olvidarse del asunto. El miedo hizo que Andrés se olvidara de Las Hembrillas y de aquella…
