Radish Stories Novels & Stories

The people of Rue City could not say no about Grandma going to tell her life story because they all felt happily jealous of my grandparents’ relationship and that they were waiting for this moment since the Strawberry’s Coffee Shop was built when they first met them. Grandma clears her throat and sighed deeply before she started. “I used to write love stories wherein I make the female ones to die in the end so that the male ones would suffer extreme pain till they die with their broken stone hearts. . . .because I was mad of all the love stories I heard in the world that boys couldn’t turn into a man because of their stupid lusts!” she sounded angry when she said the last two words. She inha

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

Renata was a girl who lived very modestly in a popular neighborhood in Mexico, she lived with her parents and three sisters, one of them was already married and had done very well, she had a very strong character and was the only one who faced her father without fear of being beaten. One day when she was still living with them, she came home from work and her father was hitting her mother, she interposed herself and her father was ready to hit her too, so she said to him: "Come on, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me, hit me:

Maybe Subh-Dil and Ammar would have also made it up if they argued, but how they are supposed to talk it out when both of them are unaware of why this happened in the first place. "Ugh, what about him?" Rida cringed her nose and asked. "About him liking you?" Usman had a crush on Rida since their college, and Rida has been declining his feelings since college. Nitin and Subh-Dil are trying to be the cupid in their life and set them up. Nothing would make them happier than seeing two of their best friends together. "Oh, please." Rida scoffed. "Oh, please, what's wrong with him? That guy is in love with you since college."

I'm very grateful to her, but after years of closing myself off from everyone, it's not easy to open up again. I finished getting ready for school, so I went down to have breakfast. As usual, Aunt Autumn made one of her odd flavoured pancakes. It was purple this time, which was a lot better than the green pancakes she made last time. It tasted like ube, which is a purple yam that we got from my grandmother yesterday. To be honest, despite receiving so much stuff from her, I've actually never met my grandmother. Ever since that accident, the thought of passing by the same place where my mother died... It just leaves a bad taste in my mouth.

Analog roots. --- By midday, a small crowd had gathered. Street vendors paused to watch. A woman with a basket of fruit laid a folded piece of Resonant Cloth on her stall. A man, gray-haired and hunched, pressed his hands together, murmuring the stories he’d heard from neighbors. Each person who touched the cloth, repeated the story, or traced the chalk left an imprint in the world no server could erase. From a nearby rooftop, Raven and Elise observed through binoculars. Raven’s hands were still shaking from the lattice collapse. “Look at them,” he muttered. “One small circle. And already, people believe again.”