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A Quiet Goodbye

A Quiet Goodbye

"You and Elroy were never friends. You've been rivals forever. Watching him fall apart—it made you happy, didn't it?" He dropped the act. Smirked. "Yeah. It did. Oh—and he's dead. Thought you should know. You're sharp, Celine. I wish you happiness." My pen hovered. Ink bled into the page. I tore it up, tossed it out. "Happiness isn't for me." I'd had it once. Look where that got me. He gave a soft laugh. "Goodbye. I hope you find freedom." This time, I nodded. Freedom—that, I could want.
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Late Blooms, Early Goodbyes

Late Blooms, Early Goodbyes

"Ah, it's too late, but don't worry. I won't torture you too much to start with. In fact, I'm just going to let you enjoy what's coming next." As soon as he was done speaking, at least a dozen homeless men walked in. They had been sleeping under bridges and next to rubbish dumps for years, and there was a potent stench coming from all of them. They were all old men, and mostly still single because no woman ever wanted them. But now, their eyes brightened considerably after seeing Regina. Regina knew at once how Jack was planning to punish her. She simply couldn't accept being touched by any of the men before her—she would rather kill herself instead.
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Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore

Her Bloom Isn’t Red Anymore

The book she’d left on the counter, Dreams in the Soil, had opened itself overnight, pages fluttering as if sighing. Her phone flickered violently, notifications scrolling in reversed letters or garbled symbols she couldn’t read. In the background, a muted news report murmured about “unexplained plant growth” near subway grates and abandoned rail lines, the anchors’ voices flat, almost hesitant, as though reluctant to say what they had seen. When Jules arrived, the air in the bookstore was different. Wetter, richer — not mold or rot, but the raw, earthy scent of fresh soil, of something that had broken through the surface to reach for the light.
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Gone For Good

Gone For Good

“A ride? Look at how dirty you are. How dare you even ask? “I have OCD. Don’t touch my bottom line!” After that, she couldn’t be bothered to give me another look. She supported Mark and left directly. Before leaving, she threw out one sentence. “Hurry up and clean yourself. Don’t embarrass me!”
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Gone From the World for Good

Gone From the World for Good

I said, very seriously, "No, Mommy. You're a good person. You always told me that doing good things is never wrong. You were just unlucky. You saved a really bad person." My mom finally laughed through her tears. The sadness in her eyes slowly faded away. She pulled out a black card and waved it in front of me with a playful wink. "This is my reward for completing the mission. From now on, you and I are going to live a very happy and wonderful life." She used the money to buy a small apartment. It wasn't big, but she kept it clean and warm. Later, she opened a little flower shop. Every day, she was surrounded by flowers. Her days were peaceful and content.
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Her Last Goodbye

Her Last Goodbye

A sticky sensation lingered on the back of my hand. For the first time in my life, Leighton's touch made me feel something from the bottom of my heart—disgust. Expressionless, I pulled my hand away. Then I grabbed a napkin and slowly wiped the back of my hand clean. I answered her, enunciating each word clearly, "Leighton, I gave you a chance. Stop doing this. Otherwise, I'm afraid I'll feel sick to my stomach every time I think of you."
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The House of Ash and Guilt

The House of Ash and Guilt

A mass grave meant nothing left to bury—scavengers, bones scattered, flesh devoured. But Matthew wouldn't let it go. "Eli suffered so much—I have to find him," he insisted, tearful and relentless. So my father, against his better judgment, sent a group of servants to the reeking pit of corpses to search for my remains. I followed them, watching as they prodded through the mountain of rotting bodies with long iron hooks. The stench was so foul that several young servants doubled over and vomited. In the end, it was George who found my corpse. He remembered the coarse cloth I'd been wearing when they sold me off—and the tiny, clumsy ink orchid I'd embroidered on the hem with my own hands.
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Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger

Perer Ford: Diary of a Stranger

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t
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Good Things Fall Apart

Good Things Fall Apart

She was busy thinking about her mistakes that made her this easy of a target by everyone. Once the girls were gone she continues to clean despite the pain she was feeling. She knew it. It was really bad for her to come close to those beautiful people. After cleaning she went out of the building with a portion of her face red. She's used to the pain but not with the insults. It was still hurting her even if it's going on for years now. "Keep your head up Braun, you might trip." Sasha glance up and saw Eustone leaning against the wall with a smile that immediately faded when he saw her face. The expression he was showing was kind and it reminded her of a beautiful springtime. A spring...
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A Love so Good

A Love so Good

However, Elizabeth and her new friends didn't care about their surroundings much nor what others thought and viewed them as. Elizabeth could feel herself grow more comfortable around her two roommates but she still couldn't shake off the scene she and Iris witnessed after coming from the fields that day. As soon as they reached the apartment, Anya had run towards the bathroom, not even bothering to close the door after her and they could clearly hear her vomiting before they heard the sound of the shower turning on. Confused and clearly worried, they reached the door only to find Anya trembling and her hands shaking as she stood below the warm water and rubbing her arm as hard as she could b
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I think 'Good Dirt' was born from the author's deep connection to rural life and farming culture. Having grown up around farms, the vivid descriptions of soil, seasons, and hard labor feel too authentic to be purely fictional. The way the protagonist battles drought while maintaining hope mirrors real struggles farmers face. There's clear admiration for their resilience—how they coax life from stubborn earth. The author likely wanted to spotlight this overlooked world, blending personal nostalgia with broader themes of human perseverance. The book's raw honesty suggests it's partly autobiographical, channeling childhood memories of early mornings, calloused hands, and the quiet pride of harvest.

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