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The sky over Oslo turned black without warning. Sirens screamed. Buildings shuddered. Civilians poured into the streets, confused, frightened—then screaming. Explosions rocked the city square. A public tram flipped like a toy, glass and steel raining over the sidewalks. Ash barely had time to grab his gear. “Emergency alert just pinged every major channel,” Quinn barked from the comms station. “Coordinated strike. Unknown actors. Military code-blocked. They’re jamming the satellit
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Two strangers meet by chance—one, a high school student lost under the rain; the other, a young man lost in the city. Bit by bit, they learn about each other, finding warmth where neither expected it. But when fate steps in, and difficult choices must be made, will life pull them apart… or find a way to keep them together?
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I shut the book I’d been reading, closed my eyes, and leant back into the chair’s headrest. I drew a slow breath, hoping it might ease some of the tension and worry that had been knotting my chest. I switched off the desk lamp, rose to my feet, and made my way into the sitting room, where I flopped onto the sofa. I turned on the telly and flicked through the channels for a while, but in the end switched it off again. Glancing up at the clock fixed to the ceiling, I saw it was half past ten—and h
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Harry Morris sat at his desk, the glow of the early-morning monitor reflecting in his eyes as memories surfaced unbidden. Between spreadsheets and strategy calls, his mind drifted back to those fragile first stirrings of desire—and to the fear that followed. He’d been nineteen, a second-year Marketing student at the University of Edinburgh, when it happened. He’d wandered into a friend’s flat after late-night study, exhausted but buoyed by that fresh optimism only a budding marketer knows.
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Thank you for spotting the mistake.
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The chamber they’d just cleared emptied into a lower shaft—an ancient-looking service tunnel descending deep beneath the glacier’s crust. Ash moved to the lip of it, his boots crunching over broken ice. The air changed here. Denser. Charged. Behind him, the others gathered. Leo’s knuckles were raw, but he barely noticed. Micah checked the tranquilized creatures again, scanning vitals while Quinn monitored the cave’s seismic feedback. “Whatever built those things,” Elias muttered, his e
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Six enhanced former Marines escape a covert experiment and become the world’s last line of defense against a rising storm—rogue technology, fractured enemies, and the ghosts of the past. As war threatens to tear the world apart, these bonded warriors must face their darkest reflections and prove that unity is stronger than power. In a battle between who they are and who they could have become, the Reverent Six must choose: fight for love… or fall to chaos.
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Northern Norway – NATO Bunker Gabriel Ashbourne felt dawn break before the sun rose. It was subtle, an internal sense he couldn't quite explain yet—like the world whispered secrets only he could hear. Lying awake, he breathed slowly, feeling gravity tugging gently beneath him, a quiet reminder of the strange changes within him. He rose from bed carefully, avoiding waking his partner– Rhys Calder, whose steady breathing filled the silence. Rhys looked peaceful, his athletic frame relaxe
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“The Breach” Two Years Ago – Blacksite Ilex, Syria Ash woke to sirens—then pain. His lungs spasmed. Fluid poured from his mouth as the chamber unsealed. He hit the metal floor hard, naked, choking. Rhys tumbled beside him, coughing. Then Leo. Then Kai. Then the twins. They were still human—sort of. But their veins shimmered faintly under the flickering red lights. Their muscles twitched in strange rhythms, like electricity running beneath skin. A man dropped to his kne
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Brightfield Marketing thrummed with quiet exhilaration as morning sunlight spilled across its open-plan floor. By mid-morning, word of “Spark Surge” success had raced from desk to desk: Slack pings and email alerts celebrated the client’s sign-off, while Harry Morris leaned back in his chair, the thrill and weight of the unread approval still pulsing through his chest. Anna slipped up beside him, offering a chocolate-glazed doughnut on a little plate. “Have you seen this?” she asked, her to
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Haha actually English is not my first language and in my ordinary life I use broken English a lot because of my partner (yeah I blame him), but when it comes to writing, I try to be as precise as much as possible. But if you see anything you want to comment on, please feel free.
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Thank you for your comment! I hope you will enjoy the journey of these guys.
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The glass doors of Boardroom B slid open promptly at 9:00 AM, revealing a polished walnut table set for five interviews. Beyond the table’s gleaming surface, Canary Wharf’s towers stood like silent sentinels, their mirrored façades catching the weak morning light. Harry Morris paused in the doorway, swallowing hard as he clutched his leather folio. Inside, two figures waited. One was Charles Whitaker, Marketing Director of the Beverage Division: thirty-six, built like a line of granite, his
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It all started when a young man applied for a position at a well-known media agency. He had two superiors who took such good care of him that he began to fall for them—especially the Director of Marketing. Meanwhile, his direct manager was also falling for him, unaware that the Director had harbored feelings for him for years.
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This is a story about a young man who was caught between his mother and his father. He had to make a difficult decision and dreaded doing so. But then he encountered another young man who seemed confident about everything—at least on the surface. Their odd friendship developed before they eventually had to part ways.
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I’m twenty years old and about to head into my junior year at Ohio State University, yet I still don’t have the faintest idea what I want out of life. In less than two years I’ll be facing another major crossroads—but honestly, a few years ago I never would have imagined I’d end up in this kind of limbo. Back then I was pretty confident I knew exactly where I was headed. But that isn’t me anymore. It was two years after I’d enrolled in college that Mom and Dad finally told me the secre
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Extra Chapter: The Echo After the Fair The story I’m about to tell takes place not long before Jace asked his dad if he could attend the same university as me. Just two days after he shouted into the mic that he loved me. After the school fair ended, my world changed completely. I was really happy that I got to tell Jace how I felt, and even happier when I found out he loved me just as much. But deep down, I still hurt. Hurt from the hope. Hoping we could be boyfriends. Ho
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“Eli! Eeeeeeliiii!!” Jace’s voice rang out from outside my house, waking me up while I was still groggy and half-buried under my comforter. What the hell is he doing yelling my name like that before 8 a.m.? “Eli, get up already! Wake uuuup!” “I’m uuuup!! Just give me a damn second!” I shouted back. Luckily, I was home alone today—my parents and Lila had gone out of town to visit some extended family near the coast. I stayed behind. Otherwise, Jace would’ve gotten an earf
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Winter . . . Yes, California has winter. And some years, it actually gets cold—like, properly cold. Folks in Los Angeles probably wouldn’t get it. They don’t really experience seasonal cold, not the way we do. But where I live, it gets cold enough. Especially in the mornings and evenings. Just riding a scooter slowly to the nearby 7-Eleven, that cold wind hitting your face can numb your skin right through. My name’s Eli. I’m eighteen, in my final year of high school—senior year—a
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When best friends secretly share the same feeling towards each other, but circumstances do not allow them to say it. The junction of becoming a young adult will separate them away. What would be there decision?
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When two friends who are polar opposite met and the friendship developed. One was quite and pessimistic while the other was very outgoing and extroverted. Will their love for each other bloom?
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From the moment I was born, loneliness has been my constant companion. My parents worked tirelessly to give me every happiness, yet they never realized that the truest joy I longed for had long since slipped through their fingers… When I was young, I was surrounded by people who doted on me for my endearing sweetness and chatterbox ways. I reveled in smiling and laughing alongside them—it made me feel like the luckiest child alive. I had loving parents who gave me their time, and I was love
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I believe a gay guy, at one point, must have had a similar experience of loving someone who we aren't supposed to and had to keep that ache inside while the outside is all smiles because we don't want to lose them as our best friend. Here--this story--is loosely based on my real life and real conversations, but not all of them, of course. Find out the ending whether this unconditional and unrequited love will be reciprocated.
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When I started seventh grade, I was the classic glasses-wearing nerd—plain, quiet, and a little taller than most kids my age. I hated sports, kept to myself, and hung out with the same small cluster of brainy friends every lunch period. The kid at the desk beside mine, though, was my total opposite. Van Cooper—“Van” to everyone else—was one of the most popular guys in school: good-looking, a varsity-track natural, and somehow still an honor-roll student. Before class or any time the bell ha
