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Bella_Artz 2023-05-07 19:16:45 UTC #23

Hi. Seems like a pretty fun idea.

Title: Keeper of Demonic Forces
Genre: Action, Fantasy, Paranormal and Comedy
No. Episodes: 44
Current subs: 79
Summary:
In a Tokyo full of demons, yokais and sadistic villains, only one vigilante is up to the challenge. Too bad she died and her successor is very reluctant high schooler. Chaos and fast paced action ensue, leading Kira Vermillion on a journey through a dangerous world of magic as the new Keeper of Demonic Forces.

Fragment:

"All I'm trying to do is stop him from getting himself killed!" Akio barked back, "Do you even realize how foolish your quest is? Tell me, Kira, how do you fight someone who has the backing of almost every demon and spiritual entity on two planes of existence?"

There was a pregnant pause in the air, accompanied by tension so thick one could cut through it with a knife. Kira's grip around the boy in her arms tightened.

"I...I don't know," she replied breathlessly, "It's easy not to dwell too deeply on it sometimes, other times it's all I can do and I realize the weight every action we take carries. I mean look at the three of us, in a world that doesn't know about any of this we're barely old enough to have control over our lives; but in this world, the world full of demons, magic, and madness, we're the only ones it has to fight back."

She takes in a deep breath, dropping Kuro so he was standing on his feet but leaning against her, "If I could, I would have given these powers to someone else long before now, some part of me still wants to. Still wants to run, still wants to find someone more capable but until then, I can't leave the likes of you and Nightmare to wreak havoc on our city," she declared, determination swelling towards the end.

"So you've made your choice then?" Akio scoffed, magic gathered at his right hand, purple light molded and hardened to form a long, jagged, lance-like weapon.

"You two should just...go," Kuro said as Kira pulled away from him, his weakened knees causing him to fall to the ground. He was happy they had come but Akio was a far more formidable opponent and he had numbers against them.

So many people had become more important than they ought to be, all because he decided not to leave that fateful night that Kira asked to join them.

"Shut up and let us clean up your mess, short stack," Troy scoffed, there was fondness buried somewhere beneath that irritation but it was barely noticeable.

Kuro opened his mouth to discourage them from going ahead but the two were already dashing away from where he knelt, probably knowing Akio wouldn't dare to hurt him.

JoshRaed 2023-05-08 14:26:45 UTC #24

This fragment is unfinished and the story is unpublished, just so you know…

Heiroe: Do you not care about these people?

Nobody: Do they care about me? Would they intervene if I was in danger?

Heiroe: That's not the point. If I was carrying the whole world on my back, and I was surrounded by everyone here, they'd push me to keep lifting.

Heiroe: But you don't just let go and leave everyone to die.

Nobody: That metaphor is very confusing, and your life sounds very sad.

Heiroe: Piss off then! Whatever.

kingtubz7 2023-05-13 21:17:28 UTC #25

The next day in the early morning, a phone call rang, waking up Ethan who was half asleep when he answered it, “Hello?”

“Mr Odessen?!?! Sorry to call you this early but this is urgent, I don’t know how but your sister has disappeared somehow.”

Ethan was still half asleep so it took him time to register what he heard, “Huh…wait she what?!? What do you mean she disappeared!?”

“Well we don’t know how sir, all we know is that she’s gone, along with some of our other patients.”

“So she’s not the only one missing?”

“Yes sir, it’s all over the news. Hopefully that will help you understand the situation.”

Ethan switches on the TV to see the news, “Breaking new, in less than three hours, more than half the population of Techtonia has disappeared in a flash of green light as this incident occurred out of nowhere. Authorities have been investigating this situation and have found out that unknown humans have appeared as well. This phenomena has not just occurred in Techtonia but in other cities worldwide. Up til now authorities have not a clue to what is going on, all they can do now is continue investigating.”

Ethan quickly got dressed and ran out the house to his hover car then he drove to the hospital where he’s sister was kept. When he arrives at the hospital, he speaks to the nurse that was in charge of looking after his sister. “When did you notice that she was gone?”

“Roundabout the same time we discovered that many of our patients were missing,” said the nurse.

Ethan goes to the room where his sister was kept and investigates the scene, “Let’s see now… the bed seems normal, no signs of struggle… (Puts on special augmented reality contact lens then scans the room) okay, no unknown footprints or fingerprints.” He then uses his augmented reality contact lens to hack into the surveillance system to see what happened in the room. The room became a holographic depiction of the surveillance footage of his sister’s room, he saw no intruders but he saw his sister disappear.

“So she disappears into a green flash of light like half the population… I’m gonna need more info on this whole situation,” said Ethan as he pulls out an ear piece from his pocket and calls an acquaintance from the authorities.

LucidLevia 2023-05-13 21:34:27 UTC #26

Here's mine from chapter 5!

"This house seems incredibly huge," she said. "Surely if you could afford this size, you could've hired a few to help you, no?"

"Right?!" Theodore exclaimed as he turned around and pointed a finger at Cherry, whose shoulders jerked up in response. "My thoughts precisely! Here's the thing: we are rich enough to hire plenty! But nooo!" Theodore shifted his stance, one hand on his hip and the other waving with one finger. He spoke in a mocking tone as he imitated his brother's attitude. "Clover said, 'We're old enough to take care of ourselves. So, you should stop being so lazy, and contribute something to the family!'"

The man in blue drooped his arms and slumped his shoulders. "I mean...he's not wrong. I...don't do anything but read books all day, but...but still! I wish they would at least clean up after themselves!"

"I...I see," Cherry said. "Then, at least I could help you out as thanks for letting me stay, Sir."

Theodore lifted his head. "Just 'Sir,' huh?" He scratched his mask yet again. "That sounds...rather boring."

"Then, what should I call you?"

"Good question." He chuckled. "I am..." He slowly raised his heels. Lifting one of his legs, he began to spin, his long ponytail flowing around him.

"I am the wise witness! The spectacular spectator! The observing onlooker! The mysterious—uh, magnificent! I am...!" He stopped his spin and struck a pose. "Theodore the Theatrical!"

Cherry fell speechless and gaped her eyes. The corridors they were in were entirely soundless besides the wall clocks faintly ticking at a distance. Neither of the two moved a muscle.

"...When you're bored into oblivion," the eccentric calmly stated, remaining still in his flashy position. "You tend to do things you don't normally do, no?"

She blinked.

“...I’m winking under the mask if you can’t tell,” he said.

Genre: Mystery, Fantasy, Action
Episodes: 42
Summary: Eight months ago, there was a disastrous tragedy that took hundreds of lives, plunging the nation of Theatreux into a dystopian era.

From that event, certain individuals had it worse than others: the survivor who swore an oath, the trapped yet stubbornly loyal soul, and the amnesiac who has forgotten her past. Those three are also the remaining beacons of hope for another certain man.

To reclaim everything that he and his team has lost, Solomon guides three troubled youths that were all connected to his tragic past. This is their story, and it starts with Cherry, the young lady who has forgotten it all.

Cherry, who has no idea what’s going on, is brought to a mansion occupied by four masked aristocrats. There, she soon discovers the terrifying truth about those masks.

Not only is she there to recover her lost memories, but she, along with a team, is also on a mission to prevent another heartbreaking tragedy, and they are all running out of time.

mdaoust245 2023-05-14 00:03:32 UTC #27

Title: A Tale of Two Warriors
Genre: LGBTQ, Fairytale, Comedy
No. of Episodes: ? One novel lenght? Idk, but it's finished and self published on amazon, just has to be posted to tapas now
Summary: Badass peasant falls in love with princess. Drama and shenanigans ensue.

Rita, as we shall know her, was a character, a personnage (a fancy and ultimately modern way to say ‘a person’) from Neverfailia. She had arrived in Farfadel for an international and, really, quite grand, competition of an art from her lands. It was another token of the grandness of the times that such teachings had crossed the ocean and was now being taught across the vast waters.
Now, no, the teachings were not being taught across the waters, as in ‘in’ the waters. They were being taught in buildings on solid land, in fields, in little rooms and lofts.
These teachings, this art of the body, was quite fashionable amongst the damsels of Farfadel, who now took it up so as to maintain a trim figure. The men, thinking themselves too good to do such a thing, merely scoffed and did some flexing on the sidelines.
The art was known by the name of ‘fi – fo’. It was a flexible art, involving swords and weapons and actions such as jumping and kicking and back-flipping and… you get the jist, don’t you? Clever you.
Truly, it was a voracious art, one filled with vigor and inner strength and power, but the Farfadelians rather sorely missed this part. They thought of the art as rather a frilly amusement which their teachers took far too seriously. They thought that this art, so voracious, esteemed, and powerful in the lands of Neverfailia, to be a silly thing to be done for entertainment alone and perhaps a slimmer figure.
They also laughed at the history of fi-fo, saying that it was ridiculous to think that these powerful motions had once been imbued with magic! After all, everyone knew that magic did simply not exist, not now nor never! Farfadelians called it folly to those who believed otherwise.
But I digress. There, let us return to our dear Rita.
Now, at the time of our meeting her, Rita had already been to this competition of fi-fo earlier in the day. It was a supposedly friendly competition, but in truth it was underlaid by strife and tension between the countries. It was hardly friendly between the competitors as they glared each other down and performed their sequences of actions before snobby-nosed judges while a gawking crowd cheered on.
Rita was perhaps one of the ones who had glared the fiercest and battled the hardest. For Rita, fearsome and legendary in her home lands of Neverfailia, was known to be indestructible. Nothing could get in her way. Nothing could stop her flying knee kicks and all substances known to mortals (perhaps not to immortals) could be chopped down by her hands. She was a celebrated champion in Neverfailia, and this was her grand debut into the Farfadelian stage.
Her debut had been filled with cheering success but – ah. That success was not what filled Rita’s mind. No, her mind was rather far away.
For at the moment Rita was doing her best to not appear fearsome. The time for fearsome attitudes and grandness had come, and gone. Now she wanted to be loveable. Rita, supposedly hard and cold-blooded, considered herself to be somewhat of a ladybug. On the outside she was all sorts of hard and crusty, yet she was somehow cute and still desiring love.
And for that beautiful day, oh, that shining and resplendent day, Rita thought she had found it.

panpanwuvmgau 2023-06-26 03:50:11 UTC #28

Title: Stranded
Genre: Fantasy (Merfolk), Romance, LGBT+
No. of Episodes: 7 (ongoing) - updates every 2-3 days
Current Subs: 23 (I'm open to subs4subs, just message me )
Summary:

Geale finds himself stranded in an island after attempting to rescue Marnthe, a singer, whose performance during an annual festival captivated him. They are left with no choice but to share a house until the next festival arrives and provides Geale his path home.

Geale takes it as an opportunity to learn more about Marnthe and persuade him to join him in his return to the ocean, not realizing that Marnthe had been cursed to remain permanently stranded in the island.

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Random fragment from the story:

"I'm not going anywhere. I'm going to stay here with you, and I'm going to prove to you that it's okay for you to like me back."

"W-what?! That's not my-!

Geale smirked, catching the scarlet hue tinting Marnthe's aghast expression. "You like me."

"No, I don't! I-I mean...I don't hate you, but I don't like you in a romantic way!"

"I didn't say you liked me in a romantic way," Geale said, grinning playfully at Marnthe.

"But you were implying it!"

"Was I?"

Marnthe opened his mouth to defend himself but opted to turn away in response instead. He had a feeling he would never win against Geale. "Let's just eat something."

"You're cute when you blush."

"Sashimi. We're having sashimi."

writerhongpao 2023-06-26 10:03:49 UTC #29

Title: My Second Life

Genre: Drama, Psychological

No.Episodes: 50

Summary: Ha-neul is a beautiful, kindhearted sixteen-year-old teenager living in North Korea with her rambunctious sister and her loving parents. Threatened by an ambitious school administrator, they are forced to flee the country and search for happiness elsewhere.

Once out of North Korea, they meet Yeong-su, a mysterious teenager whom Ha-neul is immediately attracted to. Together they look for a way to sneak into South Korea and a better life. Will they survive? Will freedom automatically bring happiness? Can you really escape from your past life, or will it catch up to you in the end? Ha-neul seeks to answer these questions as she starts her second life.

Random fragment from the story:

Ha-neul wipes the tears from her eyes as she lays in bed, reminiscing about that day nine years ago. She turns over, grabbing a pillow. Not only did her parents end up dying, their dream ended up dying too. What talent? she says to herself. I have no talent. What did they see in me? Getting here made no difference. No, my only talent is my fucking face! Ha-neul then recalls the rest of the nine years up to today, how twice she thought she had found true love, just to realize the men she loved only wanted to sleep with her, before finally accepting the fact that sex was all that men wanted, turning it into the only semblance of a stable job she could manage to get up to this point.

Despite giving up on any kind of future for herself, she thought for the longest time that at least she could do something good for Hye-jin. Maybe then, in her own messed up way, she could make something out of her second life. Then her parents' sacrifice might actually have been worth it. No matter how small that seems, it would be good enough for her. Then she could be happy like they had always hoped. Then their dream of a better life would finally be fulfilled. But now even that turned out to be an illusion: Hye-jin didn't care about all the things she did for her. No, Ha-neul thinks to herself, my course was set a long time ago.

Ma, pa, why didn't we just stay there? It would've been the same! Ha-neul thinks to herself, crushing the pillow onto her head. Nothing can make me happy. Nothing can lift the curse, wash the stain, heal the wound. There is no second life - anywhere. Reincarnation is bullshit. All you have is one chance, and once it's ruined, it's ruined forever.

Ha-neul tries turning over in bed again even though she knows it's useless, as there's nothing left for her to do.

alexwells 2023-06-28 10:34:37 UTC #30

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Inspector 2023-06-28 10:49:14 UTC #31

Title: Not a Love Story

Genre: Romance, Drama, BL

No.Episodes: Currently 27

Current Subs: 63

Updates every Saturday

Summary: Levi Maurice already had his love story. A girlfriend, a best friend. Hell, he's the star player of the basketball team. But... what if his story isn't over yet? As he pushes through the already existing struggle, he has an inner struggle to deal with as well--himself. He starts developing feelings for his best friend, Simon Rogers. Is it worth it? Should this be the epilogue? Or maybe, just maybe
This is his love story.
Fragment:

The next morning, Simon and I bike to school. Me in the back, him in front. We do this because he’s mad fast, and there might’ve been an incident or two where his front wheel collided with my back wheel and, well… we might’ve ended up on top of each other. And, given at that point Simon refused to wear a helmet (so neither did I) it didn’t end well.
“You better catch up, Levi!” Simon shouts, his legs excessively pushing against his pedals. Simon isn’t exactly an athletic guy, but when it comes to biking, he beats the hell out of me--I get to be good at sports, and he gets to be good at biking and Mario Kart. If you ask me, it’s a fair trade.
I’m nearly panting behind the handlebars. Not exactly a good sign--considering I have a game on Friday against Eastbrook--Westbrook's destined rival. If I don’t win that game, the whole town will be mad at me--Westbrook pride, am I right?
On the sidewalk next to me, I see Collon. If we were girls, maybe we’d hold a grudge. Maybe we would never talk to each other again and block each other out of our lives. But, we’re guys who also happen to be on the same basketball team. So I wave. He flips me off. I flip him off. It’s sort of our nonverbal banter.
Simon snorts, “You should stop hanging out with those dumbasses unless you want to hang out with sweaty guys with twelve-packs. I get that.”
“Heh,” this is normal. This is normal.
Simon turns his head around, not even bothering to check for people in front of him. Luckily, this is a small neighborhood, otherwise, we’d all be dead. The sun creeping through trees reflects on his face majestically--like the cover of an album. He spits something--gum, maybe--and smirks.

MelancholicOtaku 2023-06-28 16:25:12 UTC #32

Thanks for the thread

Title : The Lost Forest

Genres:Fantasy Mystery Slice of Life

Updates:Sunday and Wednesday

No. of Subscribers:44

Chapters :15

Synopsis:Elyn is trying to solve the mystery of her brother’s disappearance while also guiding souls to the afterlife.

Fragment: Ah, the city of Loor, and look at that!

"We arrived just in time for tonight’s festivities," a voice said. Every harvest moon, when the gates of the living and souls are open from sunset to sunrise, there is a celebration of how important the cycle of life is. Seed to crop, baby to man, man returning back to their roots in the dirt below

"Elyn, my dear, you must try the blueberry sweet cream buns; they are absolutely to die for," the voice said just as happily as ever.

Looking at her well-dressed companion—well, maybe an associate, truth be told—Elyn really didn’t know what to think of her traveling partner. His robes made him stand out, of course. The city of Loor was a simple place; shiny jewels and expensive fabrics weren’t really the norm here. Still, his enthusiasm was infectious; perhaps the pair could stay and celebrate for a fortnight or two.

" Sure." Elyn replied with a small smile on her face. It’s been awhile since she got to experience her favorite fruit.

The sweet, beautiful fruit was the Old One's gift to mankind. Both Elyn and her brother Elias would spend hours picking the delicious fruit and eating until their teeth and tongue turned blue. The pair laughed, enjoying the treats in their own little Eden.

Suddenly, a parade of blue orbs began to surround the pair. It was almost like they were dancing to the beat of their own drums.

"Well, look at that; the festival has begun a bit early," the tollkeeper said, performing his own little jig.

Elyn smiled, watching the crowd gather in front of her. It was only during these times when the souls of Lithum would visit the world of the living that she felt most alive.

Saint01 2023-07-06 06:17:59 UTC #33

Title: Ex- MACHINA

Genre: Sci-fi, Post Cyberpunk, Mystery, Thriller

No. Episodes: 65

Current Subs: 69

Updates are a bit inconsistent currently due to other projects and real-world obligations. Trying to shoot for updates on Saturdays or Sundays.

Summary: Follow the story of two detectives, Beatrice Moreau and Jay Jones, as they work alongside Auto Droid, K-101 to uncover the mysteries surrounding a chain of murders and a hidden plot of revolution being born in the heart of the fictional, post- cyberpunk city of Shiko, California that will either see the birth of a new age between man and machine or lead the decaying technologically advanced dystopian city into further ruin.

Random Fragment (some swearing):

K parks the car into the lot of the first bar they could find and continued. “I understand your case. But can one rarely blame the created for doing what the creators programmed them to do?”

The Auto Droid turned his head towards the brunette. “It is like you said before. We are just machines. We don’t think outside the parameters set by humans. We don’t act outside of the laws humans built for us. We don’t feel because we weren’t programmed to and even if we were, could you call programmed emotions genuine ones? We are simply built to do what humans want of us. So that you all may live better lives. Couldn’t you say any drawback of a human creation has, is simply an oversight by your species?”

“You think it's our fault that people out there are suffering as a consequence of your existence and the actions of some rich assholes in a high tower!? That people like me have to go through so much shit because of things outside of our control,” Beatrice argues back. "I don't remember having a fuking say in your creation!"

“Couldn’t I ask the same questions and they be just as valid,” K counters.

“Don’t give me that shit. I have seen what you are capable of,” Beatrice yells back. “Not to mention all this crap that has been going on! Auto Droids growing a 'conscious' and deciding to kill and terrorize the first chance they get with their newfound ‘free will!’ You have ZERO excuses.”

“These Auto Droids, are nothing more than defective. Either hacked or inflicted with some kind of malware by some unknown terrorist. They are not alive Ms. Moreau.”

Beatrice angrily turns her face away from the machine. “And whoever you think I was. Whoever you think I am. It’s not me. I know what I am and what my purpose is. And that's to figure out why Auto Droids are going rogue and stop it. No matter what it takes.”

“At least we can agree on your last statement, bot,” Beatrice mutters. She removes her jacket and leaves her weapon in the glove box then proceeds to open the passenger door and step out of the vehicle. “I’m going in. Alone. The people here won’t like seeing an A.D. walking around.”

“With all due respect detective, I must protest.”

“I can handle myself,” asserts Beatrice. “You are too obvious and goofy looking. Just sit there and shut up.”
“But-”

“You will adhere to this order until I return,” commands the woman with an annoyed glare.

“Roger," was K's monotone reply.

Beatrice closes the door and walks off. Disappearing into the pubs' entrance while K watches her fleeting form unwaveringly.”