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Seven Chances In Another World
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Zain and his teammates meet on New Year’s Eve, 31 December 2019 in a small country called Tunisia. They gather to watch a horror movie but then get teleported into an alternate universe supervised by six angels. Now they have to find their way out, not only to save themselves, but also save the world from the invasion of demons... “You know what you did.” The black-haired shut his eyelids as the guards shackled his limbs. “Any last wishes?” “Yeah…” The black-haired opened his eyes, their red filled with hatred and contempt. “Drop dead.” “Enough. Kill him.” The black-haired was pushed into a large water tank before lightning flashed inside. The black-haired didn’t struggle. He felt his consciousness fading. This isn’t so bad. Dying like this… Isn’t so bad… I hope hell isn’t too hot… “The number is complete.” A voice sent shivers down his spine, or perhaps it was the freezing water. “You are the last one.” A blinding light engulfed him. He tilted his head to the side to see everything around him tumbling down. “Game Start.” This story is updated weekly, every Thursday according to the Coordinated Universal Time +1 (UTC+1).
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The Florist: This Tree Requires Scary Offerings!
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What would happen if the sun stopped shining? Sidra set a goal for himself to live for his siblings’ sake after losing his older brother and parents, but fate had something else in store for him. The night reigned for nine months and nine days after six months of increased crime rates, and Sidra could only find refuge in the florist shop left by his parents. Before he knew it, the world came to an end. “Wouldn’t it be funny if the world ended?” He whispered to his notebook as he stroked the pages, his gaze softening as tears rolled down his face. “But then, I won’t be able to see you. I won’t be able to apologize, and I might forget before I can prove you wrong... or right.” “Are you okay?” He titled his head back to gaze at green-blue eyes looking at him. “So you can see me.” “Shouldn’t I?” “Tell me... Yes or no?” “Yes or no?” “Which one should I choose?” “Choose yes.” Dark blue hair locks danced with the wind. “Then, if the world was to end, will you help me?” “The world? End? That’s... a bit far-fetched.” “Madness is only logic that we are yet to comprehend. The true fear isn’t the end of the world; it’s that which is born of its ashes.” “Then, if it does end, I’ll help you.” “It’s a promise then?” A new world ruled by nine kings emerged from an old carcass long assumed to be gone. However, history will repeat itself, its witnesses being the survivors of the past. Will they avoid an end that their ancestors precipitated? Will they benefit from the second chance?
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Eleven's Ghost
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The hastiness of the Sheitan lord brought a calamity that made the entire universe suffer terrible consequences. Only a blood bond will stop the crawling overwhelming evil. There is only one shot. Eleven entered the dark room with tired eyes and bleeding arms. He gazed down at the ground, ignoring the cries of the baby that was sitting in its cradle under the moonlight. “Cry…” He tilted his head backwards, whispering the baby’s name. “Cry while you can…” His lips quivered as his body slid to the ground. “Cry…!” He looked back down and smiled faintly at the baby that was crawling towards him. The baby lifted its arms, and a green light healed Eleven’s wounds. Eleven’s eyes widened. He crawled towards the baby and picked it up in his arms. He stared into the baby’s eyes and hugged it tightly. “I can never bring myself… to hate you.” “Eleven. It’s time to go.” Eleven glanced to the side and nodded slowly. He walked to the grey-haired man standing at the door and gave him his baby with a bitter smile. “Please… Protect him.” The grey-haired took the baby in his arms and stared at Eleven in silence, his eyes frigid. He watched Eleven walk in the silent dark hallway. “Don’t die, Eleven.” Weekly updates on Saturday.
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