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For the fast reader, Twitter length micro stories to be read each a day during 7 days.

When humans become as small as ants, can civilization survive in the primeval forest?

Kit and Kat are childhood friends growing up in the United States of Arizona, a state not historically known for embracing other cultures. Will their friendship survive? Or will Kit be pulled back into his white washed world while Kat gets pulled into her safety by numbers Latino neighborhood.

Someone -- or something -- is causing magical blizzards at Fairleigh Hall. The estate is suffering, and the Earl has requested assistance.<br><br>Constable Kit Thompson, of Bow Street’s Preternatural Division, isn’t especially thrilled to be sent out to the country. At least the assignment gets him away from fashionable London society and his own unwanted celebrity after successfully solving a notorious case. Of course, he’s now trapped at a country estate due to closed roads, snowstorms, and magic, but Kit’s always liked solving puzzles. He’s good at using empathic skills for investigations, and this is definitely a challenge. Besides, the Earl’s younger brother is an irritating and delicious temptation, all blue eyes and muscles and boundless enthusiastic optimism. Kit wants to either shake sense into him or kiss him senseless -- and can’t trust him, either, because if someone’s genuinely sabotaging the weather, everyone’s a suspect.<br><br>Harry Arden, younger brother of the Earl of Fairleigh, has never met a Preternatural Division constable before, much less a famous and celebrated one. He wants to help. And he wants to make that attractive but cynical constable smile, at least once. But the estate hides a family secret, and Harry knows perfectly well Kit doesn’t trust him ... and for good reason. Still, Harry offers to do what he can to assist with the investigation, and if that means spending more time with Kit, that’s a bonus. <br><br>When Harry and Kit end up caught by those magical storms, snowed in together at the old hunting lodge, they’ll have to trust each other with their secrets ... and their hearts.

the world entered an apocalypse and 100,000 people are dragged into a 'game' where they will have to build a shelter capable of withstanding all kinds of natural disasters and radioactive monsters while they themselves increase their strength. [the conditions to be returned to their world are to survive for two years while increasing their strength and reinforcing their shelter or die on the way].

The text contains the Tao, and Confucians can't say it. Dao, how deep and unfathomable secrets are not passed on like the heart seal of Buddhism and the formula of Taoism! Of course everything is the way it is. Therefore, the Tao is in the heaven and the earth, like mercury pouring out of the earth, and the particles are all round; like the moon reflecting on the water, it can be seen everywhere. As big as governing the country and pacifying the world, as small as one thing, one thing, one move and one word, it doesn't matter. The text is one end of the Tao. The greatest of the texts are the six classics, which are sent by the solid way. Descending into the history of the dynasties, descending into the books of the masters, descending into the collection of the hundred clans, this is one end of the text, and its words are enough to make it clear. Going down again to barnyard officials' novels seems to have nothing to do with the Tao. However, "Han Shu·Yiwenzhi" is listed as a family, and the bibliography of the past dynasties is also recorded. Isn't it because although there are not many absurd and absurd ones, they are close to the right ones, and they are not without benefits in the human mind and the world. Mr. Hejian is held in high esteem by the world for his scholarly articles, but he is solitary by nature. Therefore, in addition to retreating from food, I only cherished the classics, and when I was old, I was too lazy to research and search. "Luanyang Xiaoxialu "Wait Five Books, the mouth is strange and strange, and everything is contained; the mouth is unrestrained, and everything is said. Therefore, in the book that teaches lust and guides desire, those who are good and talented, although they are humble for a while, eventually disappear into oblivion. And in the book of Mr., the pear and jujube are repeatedly engraved, and it is not tired for a long time. There are a lot of people who read and engraved, and there are many mistakes and mistakes, and there are rash goals such as the moment of Mingren>Lengzhai Night Talks, the readers are sick. Shi Yansu traveled with Mr., and tasted the engraving of Mr. Gu Huang's Listening to the Book, with a postscript at the end of the book, which Mr. You have not seen all the boards, so I asked Mr. Yu to combine the five books into one compilation, and each of them still retains its original chapter. The camp lamp hand school did not dare to worry about it, and asked the gentleman to inspect it and then copy it. Although it is not necessary to pass on the works of Mr. Yu at this moment, the mistakes of Yu and Lu are less than the original aspirations of Mr. to teach the world, or there is no small complement of Yuner, Jiaqing, Geng and Shen in August.

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Warning This fiction contains: Gore Profanity Sexual Content Traumatising content I’ve been a street rat, a bruiser, a bouncer, a fixer, a nanny, and a cleaner. You do what you can to get by in Dockside. It ain’t always pretty, but if you keep your chin tucked down and your fists raised, more often than not you make it out the other side okay. You fight for what you want and to keep what little you got. Thats been my life for the past twenty-four years and I’m used to it. One problem. I aint in Dockside no more. The mad scientist, same one that gave me my near indestructible body, shoved me through a portal to another world. I’m meant to right a wrong his father may have set in motion. I owe the guy my life so I won't complain. But the planet is alive and trying to ‘assimulate’ me into its system and wants my help. Something dark is festering just beneath its surface and corrupting anything it touches...including the locals and when the locals range from elves to spider people to freaking dragon woman that aren’t too happy with the human population, the last thing they need is a corrupting touch. Well, you can take the boy out of Dockside but you can’t take the Dockside out of the boy. It’s time to tuck that chin and raise those hands. A fights brewing, and It’s been a while since I had a good one. Release: Every three days at 8:00pm GMT-4 Author does not believe in fade to black situations or censorship. Read at your own risk (Author has always wanted to say that!)

Winlu took his time finishing up his routine software development work in his home office. He had completed this week's contract deadline on time, but when he fell asleep, he transmigrated. He woke up in a cultivation world. But there seemed to be something different about his situation. His virtual desktop and IDE tools followed him to this new world and mutated. Follow him as he tries to handle the challenges this new situation brings him.

This is a story of a transmigration with great and charm setting out to say 5h3 world