In the final chapter of this three-part series, the Silver Wheel finds itself in the center of a conspiracy that threatens to destroy reality as we know it. Powered by an unshakable vision and an unconquerable intellect, Marie Walker is closer than ever before to accomplishing her nefarious dreams through the unique power offered by the Silver Wheel and its supernatural staff. As allies fall one after the other, those who would prevent further perversion of the Silver Wheel's purpose grow increasingly desperate in their efforts until it's clear the only way to snatch victory from the ravenous jaws of defeat is with a gamble greater than any could have imagined. Cunning, deception, skill, luck you'll need every tool at your disposal if you hope to survive the final turn of The Silver Wheel.The final part of a three-part series. You can read part one here, and part two here. Cover art provided by the talented and wonderful nebai.
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Dida: A Living Computer Inside Your HeadIn an age of fungal computers inside people's heads, the boundaries between reality and illusion are much harder to distinguish.
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Ira and Devona. Existara SeriesThis is a series of short stories for the characters of the Existara series, including backgrounds and side stories. Part 2. The story of Ira and Devona continue on after the events of "Emerald and Wykren"The story continues on to show the new struggles and challenges of the Noxian Trio, or what's left of it...
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The RuinsEverybody wants to be free from daily life, but when faced with the opportunity to achieve complete freedom, most crumble under the fear of their own limitlessness and yearn to go back to a restricted, comfortable life. Some people, on the other hand, rise to the occasion and do everything in their power to reach freedom. Among these types of individuals, there is Akir, a psychologically tormented young man with an unusual history. After he is transported into a mysterious construct called the Ruins, he starts a ruthless journey towards true freedom, which he believes will bring him happiness. Things don't go according to plan, though, as the trials he is put through start making him question his morality and the opinions he lives by. Eventually, his identity comes into question, and he starts to lose himself, his life goals threatening to fade into nothingness. *** This is a rewrite, so there's the perk of chapters being uploaded consistently without fail, and there is no chance of the story being discontinued or anything like that. The final product is about 370 pages long. I hope you enjoy reading. *** Upload schedule: One chapter every day at 8 p.m. Central Time.
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ReminiscenceMy website: https://putiancom.wordpress.com This is a short story about revenge or something along the lines. (This is my first story ever written so please go ham at criticising my work.) Death. It is a form of punishment or torture. And can be also be a form of salvation. Ultimately, it forms different perspectives depending on the beholder itself and on how the beholder take it as. Life. A point in time where finding your purpose. Purpose, of life itself and experience its flow, either epiphany or hell. Death. It is an end. A point of no return. It also makes the beholder feel free, breaking away from the chain of life. It makes the beholder recollect and reflect when crossing the boundary between life and death. Boundaries. A place where a path will ultimately, be chosen with or without consideration in the decision, free. . . . A place where recounting life, take it as a feeling. The joys and sorrow accumulated, playing back, making the beholder reexperience life. "Reminiscing."
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WatchTower II : Title of Fiction'Tis be a part of mine desmesne, I dedicate it to communicating with a Youngling most uncertain 'bout everything, It shall be a way to reassure her that what she considers mistakes aren't, that her jokes truly are funny, and most importantly, that she is loved. I wish to see her grow happy, and not be culled in her youth age like many before her, I desire to watch this flower bloom, and there is naught I would not do for this.
