《Real Life Paranormal Experiences Part 1》Stall Door
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My experience occurred during 2015. It was quarterly exams that time and it was break time. I ate my snacks, minding my own business while a cacophony of loud voices made distracting noise. I had few friends that time, but I can say high school life is pretty fun even though some teachers are grumpy.
I was just staring at the people around me when my friend -- lets call them J for privacy reasons -- told me that we're gonna talk about something important. I followed him towards one of the male restrooms, which was surprisingly empty and eerie. We started talking about what happened at math test earlier, and other stuff.
All of a sudden, I thought I saw something pass by in a turbo speed at the corner of my eye. "Did you see that?" I asked.
"No, nice joke, man," he said.
He thought it was funny, but it died down when I heard a bang from one of the stall doors which made me skip a beat. The lights suddenly went out then lit up back. It was frightening. I was a guy but that sound freaked me out and we hastily ran out.
That had been a long time ago, but it still haunts me to this day. Part of me thinks the maintenance were just trying to make fun of us, and the other half thinks this is something that I don't even know about: ghosts in the building.
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My Pixie Familiar
Pixies are real. Not only are they real, but are considered pests due to their mischievous nature and love of pranks. Some people think they are magical and making a potion or powder from their wings will transfer that magic to a person. Any good alchemist will tell you that is not true. Most will gladly take your money and make you a "magic potion" though. My name is Jase Fisher and I thought I would follow in the steps of my mother and become an alchemist since I didn't enjoy fishing, hunting, or any of the other trades offered in Beau Ferry, my village. Not only have I been looking forward to being an alchemist, I was looking forward to bonding with a familiar. My biggest fear is not bonding with one of the exciting familiars such as a dragonet. If I can just make it through the bonding process, my life is set. Oh, and not run afoul of any pixie pranks.
8 488From Nothing
Rejoice Humanity! You have been invited to join the Galactic Hegemon. It is time for our Centenary Caste Competition. The best 1% of humanity will be given a 1 cycle tutorial before the 5 cycle contest. Be brave, be bold, but most of all, be strong and earn your place and privileges. Burning red letters hung large in the vision of everyone on earth that knew a written language. At the same moment that smartest, fastest, and strongest people on the planet disappeared with nothing to mark their passing. After a cycle of training and growth they would compete to earn their place in their suddenly expanded galaxy. This is not their story. Joe did his best to take care of his parents house and stay healthy. He was the only one of the four family members not chosen. The societal upheaval made by the announcement made the inflation and purges of the 20's seem pleasant by comparison but he keeps his head down and survives. Once the next message arrives 11 months later about the contest starting, even that society broke down into city states around large population centers. Joe tightened his belt and looked forward to the day that his family returned. Two years later burning red letters once again filled his vision. Humanity, the last of your competitors have been eliminated. Your determined caste level is 13 of 13. As such your planet has been claimed and will be repurposed for ideal resource production. Rifts will be seeded across the planet to increase resources and mana density. Your orbit will be corrected to ideal Hegemon standard. Do not interfere with any Hegemon activity, as the bottom caste you have no rights. Rejoice that all castes receive at least the basic Hegemon Growth System. Better luck next century. Joe didn't comprehend any of it. His family was dead. Everything he cared about was gone.
8 133Ruler of the martial world
Emperor Kong Ming was the strongest who ruled over trillions of Martial Artists. Betrayed by his junior and disciple died, Heaven gave him another chance. He take oath, in this life he will slaughter all the people who betrayed him . But In this life in this unknown world when he has to Cultivation all over again can he become strong enough to take his revenge , or will he trampled under someone's foot. (Disclaimer, this is not a isekai, MC dose not go in past . but reborn in the current timeline. Another thing this is my first book . I am not that good at writing. If you have any suggestion feel free to drop it in the comment box . thank you (I have permission of using the book cover I used )
8 67Bloodline
In a world where the blood you carry through your veins is what separates you from the rest. A world that bows before strength and disdains those who are weak.A world where your Bloodline is the source to your rise or down fall the difference between devouring those above you and being devoured by those around you. Read the tale of Raegan Redding and his forgotten Clan as they once again appear in this world forgotten by society itself.
8 68An Angel's Vow
What was supposed to be a simple day's work turned into so much more when Castiel decides to answer a prayer. Now he must continue on in a new and dangerous place where anything can happen. *This is a Work in progress Cover from (Stefan Keller)
8 169Noble Assassin
When I died on death row, that should've been the end. Except I was transported to a new world with a System where I was the forgotten third son of a powerful duke. I tried to live a normal life, but I was executed for my family's treason. After that, I regressed back to when I was 17. Six different times. So it's time to try something different─like learn magic and exploit this stupid System to Hell. Maybe literally. Whatever it takes, right? Unfortunately, the System might already be exploited to Hell and I’m this world’s only chance at saving itself from being annihilated by demons. All I have to do is kill the strongest one of all. Read the author's notes for noble *ss jokes, memes, AI-generated art, commissioned art, and shilling. Cover illustration by Emily McCosh.
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