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Children's & Middle Grade

Kitty The Cat's Journey By M.Harini

In a small town, Donaepur lived a cat named Kitty. It lived with its parents and was very naughty. It never stayed at home was always outside running here & there looking for playmates. One day an elephant passing through the town saw the cat searching for food. The elephant “hello cat what are you searching? The cat `I am looking for food.’ Come to my house the elephant said, I will give you all kinds of food you want. Kitty the cat thought for a while and agreed to go with the elephant. It did not inform its parents. Both of them walked to the elephant’s house in the forest. It was evening...

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The-Elemental-Heist
Fantasy

The Elemental Heist By Sherif Guirguis

The Elemental Heist Five men gathered around a flagon of wine. Well, it was not a real flagon; real flagons would not lower themselves to the standards of the establishment these five chose to gather in. In fact, the wine was of so poor a quality it qualified to be prized vinegar to season the drinkers’ throats rather than palate them. So, to recapture the image, five men were gathered around a flagon of nothing that resembles wine. Outside, brown dirty rain kept on its journey forever downwards and sometimes sideways, flooding the muddy streets of Haboria the capital city of the opu...

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Mavis-and-Me-%27Do%27-Half__life
Literature & Fiction

Mavis and Me 'Do' Half-life By Kerrie Noor

Mavis and Me 'Do' Half-life Mavis and I walked into the Argyll for a quick one; I had my walking shoes and dad's jacket on for warmth, while Mavis had opted for leather, lipstick, and flowery wellies. Mavis posed by the bar, she had two tickets for the Half-Life show and a novel's worth of opinions about it. Mavis likes to think she's arty. Me? I'm more a Ruben's fan, lots of fat women, safely framed and hanging in a warm room with coffee and a toilet nearby. For a woman of a certain age, that's comfort. 'You headin’ for the Antarctic?' Said Malcolm the barman. Malcolm is sort of guy who thi...

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Biography-of-Karunn-Kandoi
Biographies & Memoirs

Biography of Karunn Kandoi By Karunnkandoi

Mr. Karunn Kandoi is a reputed name in the field of technology and education. This man has a strong business experience and  network in India and abroad. He founded his first company in 2006 named Shree Eduserve Private Limited and later he established,  "FOCUS" an academy for spoken English and personality development. His work experience and ideas led him to create a virtual and audio learning program for the students with a motive to boost the education quality in society. After successfully running Shree Eduserve Pvt. Ltd. for 7 years he joined Extramarks, as President Global Business in 2...

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The-Cabin-in-the-Rain
Erotic Romance

The Cabin in the Rain By Linda Thackeray

"I'm sorry Winn," she whispered. "I want you so much it hurts, but this isn't right. I made promises to Adrian and I can't just disregard it!" “I know it's wrong,” he stared at her, stepping off the porch of Agnes Doherty's cabin, joining her in the rain. It came down so heavily upon them both, he was just as soaked as she, his dark hair hanging around his ears in wet tangles. “But I can't help it. You're in my heart.” She was a little bit more than in his heart and he knew it. He was in love with her. He'd known that almost from the start and now as she stood before him, her golden skin sli...

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Life-Will-Hit-You
Religious & Inspirational

Life Will Hit You By Meshyla Harvey

I realized that life is a maze really a tornado for a lot of people and some times life hits you with a lot of curve balls where you feel like there is no way out, some times it gets so hard and no matter how hard you try you just keep getting hit again and again where you feel like it wont stop. I am sure a lot of people have had a blow that hit so hard where you just stop and put your head down and just close your eyes and some how your tears wont come all the way out, because you have felt the pain on your journey and it has harden you so much that you realize that every situation in your ...

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The-Demond-of-Legend
Fantasy

The Demond of Legend By S.P. Joseph Lyons

“Mama, it’s a beautiful day. Can we plant my garden now? You promised,” the little girl asked as she tugged on her mother’s covers. The mother moaned as she stretched and rubbed her eyes. “Is it morning already?” The girl nodded quickly with a large smile of excitement. Her mother smiled back, then stood and pulled open the curtains. The sun shone brightly as the birds called in the distance. “You’re right Molly, it is a beautiful day. Get your bucket and shovel, and I’ll grab the flowers.” The little girl hurried off to collect her things as her mother put on a scarf and hat and grabbed a t...

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Recognition%3A-A-Step-Towards-Success
Self-Help

Recognition: A Step Towards Success By Life Coach Maureen Scanlon

You may not think that just noticing something could be successful, or that it doesn’t feel productive. However, this is a VITAL and KEY step to changing anything in our lives! When I receive a phone call from a new client for coaching, I always say, “You already achieved your first goal! You called because you recognized something in your life was not working!” I have several single friends who are in the dating scene. When they tell me about a date they experienced and some traits and behaviors they disliked, I tell them that it’s great because they are noticing what it is they don’t w...

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Dembrek-of-the-DRUX
Fantasy

Dembrek of the DRUX By S.P. Joseph Lyons

Silently Dembrek crept from his hut. He didn’t want to wake his mother so early. Nor did he want to answer the many questions she’d surely ask about why he was up before the sun, and why he was taking his father’s sword with him. Though still a young boy, he wanted to honor his family, his name, and take his place as man of the house. As hunter and protector. For him, and for his mother, the only family he had left. All he had were faint stories of his father and the magnificent sword he had left behind. Careful to move quickly and unnoticed, he pulled the heavy blade along with him as he he...

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The-Spirit-of-Jet
Fantasy

The Spirit of Jet By S.P. Joseph Lyons

“Come, my darling.” Odeal smiled at her almost two-year-old daughter as she took her hand. “It’s a perfect day for collecting berries.” Allia giggled as she reached for the butterflies that danced about. The flowers here were beautiful and the berries grew so big in the field over the hill past their home. Allia carried her little basket, eager to fill it and surprise her Daddy with what she picked just for him. Odeal began to sing a beautiful song as she strolled over to a large bush covered in what they were after. As her sun dress blew in the gentle breeze, she tilted her sun hat back to ...

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The-Mighty-Krailess
Fantasy

The Mighty Krailess By S.P. Joseph Lyons

The air was crisp on the home of the Original People, now called New Strata. Long gone were the days of the Natives, destroyed by Ridran when he took this place under his rule years ago. When Palisade was toppled by Orion, all was left in disarray, but all was rebuilt stronger and greater than before. The many who ventured to this world seeking all manner of pleasures would surely find it. The city had grown exponentially, but still couldn’t conquer the vast wilderness of trees that again encompassed most of this now baron planet. Even so, given history’s past, guards were ever at the ready, j...

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The-Great-Orion
Fantasy

The Great Orion By S.P. Joseph Lyons

"Wake up, my son," came a soft and beautiful voice. As the boy opened his eyes, he smiled brightly as his mother's face came into view. She was tired and worn but ever beautiful to her young son. "I saved you some breakfast," she said as she handed him tiny bits of hard, stale bread. As he chomped down on the morsels, his happy expression changed at the reality of his world, a place he'd forget while dreaming. He lived in a small cage with his mother, surrounded by many other cages, like a prison, all stacked together like cargo. As far as his little eyes could see in his dimly lit surrounding...

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The-Sleaze-who-didn%27t-Freeze
Fantasy

The Sleaze who didn't Freeze By P.C. Darkcliff

The Sleaze who did not Freeze by P.C. Darkcliff “… my panties!” Although muffled by a wall or two, the scream was so shrill it hit me like a slap with a wet rag. I opened my eyes with a gasp, half expecting to see the morning light struggling through my bedroom curtains. Instead, I saw the open laptop grinning at me like crocodile’s jaws. The laptop was in a sleep mode. On impulse, I moved the mouse, and a half-finished article leaped onto the screen. I must have fallen asleep while I was typing it. And the screaming must have been just a soundtrack to a bizarre dream. The sports guy Andy ...

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The-Wandering-Corpse
Fantasy

The Wandering Corpse By P.C. Darkcliff

I knew Auntie came to kill me the moment she entered my bedroom. I saw it in her eyes, which shone wildly like the eyes of a rabid animal. Auntie looked very scary in the moonlight that came through the curtains. She made faces as if she had bitten her tongue. The continuous clamping of her big, yellow teeth was horrible to hear. Her dress was unbuttoned up front, and I could see the red flesh of her breasts. She was often nervous, and she would wail and rock her upper body and scratch her skin with her long fingernails until they bled. Poor Mommy had told me that Auntie had been doing this e...

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A-Poisoned-Gift
Fantasy

A Poisoned Gift By P.C. Darkcliff

Grandpa had always been a bastard, even after his death. Well, especially after his death. I’d heard rumors about Grandpa murdering his own brother with an ax. Mom once told me he’d regularly thrashed Grandma so thoroughly she’d had to spend a few days in bed. Fortunately, the combined powers of arthritis and Parkinson’s had nearly paralyzed him even before I was born. But that made him even more vicious. My first childhood memory was of Grandpa barking at Ma and Grandma as they helped him shuffle from his bedroom to the living room: “Not so fast, you rotting lepers! You think I’m a roadrunn...

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A-Memoir-of-A-Sadistic-Sociopath%27s-Abused-Sucker
Biographies & Memoirs

A Memoir of A Sadistic Sociopath's Abused Sucker By Hivictim

Chapter 1 - THE WHO, WHAT, WHEN This is my memoir of a relationship with an architect who lives in Hong Kong. Recently he calls himself a Sex God (I would say mediocre at the most, unless God means "Oh God, be more creative!") Many critics had discounted my relationship with him; some may call I have a pen pal friendship with him; some called it a glorified generous friendship gone wrong, some even called it was just a fantasy. To me, it was one of my most devoted full-blown relationship, I have worked and spent as much time and efforts if not more on him than in other relationships I have had...

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On-23rd
Historical Romance

On 23rd By Chibuike Mbara

On 23rd It is about love bringing two people together as one; different tribes, different class, different dreams, different background, different beliefs living different lives but one destiny. DEDICATION This book is dedicated to Almighty God for his love and grace, to every young person in africa and also, to Adeola Tolulope Osigbosin who is behind this story. ACKNOWLEDGEMENT To my family, my brothers Chukwudi, Godwin and Simon. My parents ...

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Seroje%3A--The-Seeing-Eye
Thriller/Suspense

Seroje: The Seeing Eye By Sj Wilke

Seroje is a high-functioning autistic with a photographic memory. She has found a niche in mainstream society, hired as an investigator by OSLO, a watchdog company, because of her unique ability to observe, recall and report with a high degree of detail. But OSLO prefers well-balanced employees and, as a loner, she’s become a blip on their radar. So when quiet billionaire Craig Manor asks her out to dinner, she agrees, thinking to please her employers. When Craig becomes her next assignment after a failed attempt on his life, she even begins to enjoy his company. But why is she being foll...

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A-String-Of-Murder
Thriller/Suspense

A String Of Murder By Sj Wilke

Laura sees strings. Strings are memories people create during heightened emotional episodes. These strings are left behind on inanimate objects, creating a history that Laura can read. Not a bad skill to have for an antique appraiser. However, not all strings are good. When she bumps into a serial killer with twenty-three bloody strings attached to his knife, things become personal. Her best friend, Carol, is dating him. Laura suspects Carol is his next victim. She tries going to the police, but they think she’s a kook. Travis Dyner is a respected member of the community. He broad...

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Bantering-With-Murder
Thriller/Suspense

Bantering With Murder By Sj Wilke

Banter is a gun-for-hire. After she does a hit in a park, she meets a good looking detective, Corey Van Baine, who is investigating the case. But he’s married. When Banter learns his marriage is on the rocks and his wife has left him, she becomes his unlikely therapist to help him overcome the devastation. However, Banter finds herself falling in love with him and suspects Corey is falling for her. A love affair enfolds via cellphones and brief glimpses as they do their jobs. Him, always one step behind her, trying to find out who she is, and she, leading him on… Until they find themsel...

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Multiverse%3A-This-is-not-the-only-Universe
Science Fiction

Multiverse: This is not the only Universe By Afjal Ali

“What the hell of this, Mother”? After saying,-Max throws away the bowl that was full of noodles. "Max my sweet son, don't behave like this"- said his mother. She picked up the bowl, which was rolling on the ground & take an eye contact to max she said- "why are you always be so angry, just for such small things, my little boy". Say to me what you want to eat for breakfast? " -“I just want a complete peace & I know I will not found that in this hell place, so goodbye I have not hungry, I'm now going to school & yes don't call me again little boy, ok 'Mrs. witch”! 'Max Von' wearing his black...

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Going-Down-To-Hadez-__-Updated
Fantasy

Going Down To Hadez - Updated By Peter Hill

GOING DOWN TO HADEZ Outer Ring Universities Extract from curriculum notes. SUBJECT: REMNANT HISTORY SECTION: FOLK-LORE Item: Poem/Epic/Song: ‘Going down to Hadez’ ‘We’re going down to Hadez, to set those dead folk free. We’ll blast our way past Charon, and then, by Seth, we’ll see...’ Hadez spun lazily on its axis, looping in an enormous elliptical orbit round a dark yellow sun in the outer periphery of the galaxy. It was a forbidding place of bare rock and permanent sub-zero temperatures. The sickly yellow illumination of the moribund and too-distant sun gave no warmth, only ca...

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Funeral-for-Charlie
Literature & Fiction

Funeral for Charlie By Lori Schafer

Charlie was dead. It was hard to say what had done him in, but given that his roommates Rusty and Redhead had passed away unexpectedly the week before, my husband suspected environmental causes. Not me, though. I suspected Fishy. The teeniest of all of our goldfish, Fishy had outlived not merely several new fish, but several entire sets of new fish, of a variety of breeds and sizes. We had often remarked on the unquenchable virility which seemed to sustain his minute form while our other fish went belly-up all around him. When poor Charlie got sick, he took to lurking in a corner of the tank,...

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Me-and-Fat-Marge
Erotic Romance

Me and Fat Marge By Lori Schafer

I look with pity at my old friend Brent, his warm brown eyes so filled with sadness that tears are threatening to trickle down his usually buoyant cheeks. It’s the first time I’ve visited Middle-of-Nowheresville since my friend’s wedding nearly a year before, and my heart aches to find him so disconsolate. “Where’s Marge?” I say, looking around for his new bride, a pretty, plump, charmer of a woman with a sparkling personality and a passion for creative cookery. He swallows. “In there,” he says, shrugging a shoulder towards the slider opening onto the living room. I look at the enormous wom...

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