Synopsis

I have no pursuits, nor prefer to be involved in the war between Moirae and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth. But it seems like Naifei’len has no chance to avoid the erosion of this war.

A farewell to jokes. That’s where my journey begins.

The Land of Eleven Seasons bears the weight of legends and sagas for thousands of years, with heroes and civilians building the history with bloodshed, sweat, and tears. There are too many stories to be told on this land, but this time isn’t about all those great wars or political tussles.

This time, this time is just a journal, written by a normal man who could never be imagined as a hero, during the time he left his hometown to avoid wars.

All the villages in the field of Fei’nen had been eroded by blood and fire within the war between Moirae the human nation and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth, and Naifei’len, the place he grew up, was no exception.

On the last night, the villagers were holding a farewell event and deciding which sides they would join. As a human, he was supposed to join the human side against the other kinds reasonably. But he had chosen the hardest way—he chose to escape from wars.

His name is Smith Smith, the second most unique name in this world. On the last night before ‘The Great War in Fei’nen’, he bade farewell to jokes, then began his grand tour to find a peaceful living place.

He organised the tales he had heard during the journey into many independent extremely short stories and put them in this book. Just to provide some simple leisure for the customers in his bar.

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This book is under my big project: “The Land of Eleven Seasons” archives, only this isn’t heavily relevant to the main storyline. I thought before continuing the main story, I should experience the world I had created myself while keeping my writing going. Thus, instead of the protagonists' legend, I chose Tales of The Land of Eleven Seasons, a series of independent extremely short stories written by a normal hick under a stormy era, as my first publication. Meanwhile, to improve myself as a writer to advance the epic, engaging, saga I have been dreaming of accomplishing.

So if you’re looking for a grand, dramatic, journey about war, freedom, and religion which you’re going to obsess with once you turn the page, I’m afraid this book can’t meet your needs. You’re going to have to wait for a while, sorry for that sincerely.

However, if what you’re searching for is some little things to relax after a hard-working day, or to read some stories before sleep (Perhaps even to make it as your children’s bedtime story if you’re not against letting your kids know some dark side in their early age, who knows?) or you’re my kind of people who loves stories but find it hard to maintain focus, or even better if you’re also an ambitious writer trying to gain some idea through short paragraph stories.

Then, I humbly invite you to take a look at this fellow’s travelling journal.

Synopsis

I have no pursuits, nor prefer to be involved in the war between Moirae and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth. But it seems like Naifei’len has no chance to avoid the erosion of this war.

A farewell to jokes. That’s where my journey begins.

The Land of Eleven Seasons bears the weight of legends and sagas for thousands of years, with heroes and civilians building the history with bloodshed, sweat, and tears. There are too many stories to be told on this land, but this time isn’t about all those great wars or political tussles.

This time, this time is just a journal, written by a normal man who could never be imagined as a hero, during the time he left his hometown to avoid wars.

All the villages in the field of Fei’nen had been eroded by blood and fire within the war between Moirae the human nation and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth, and Naifei’len, the place he grew up, was no exception.

On the last night, the villagers were holding a farewell event and deciding which sides they would join. As a human, he was supposed to join the human side against the other kinds reasonably. But he had chosen the hardest way—he chose to escape from wars.

His name is Smith Smith, the second most unique name in this world. On the last night before ‘The Great War in Fei’nen’, he bade farewell to jokes, then began his grand tour to find a peaceful living place.

He organised the tales he had heard during the journey into many independent extremely short stories and put them in this book. Just to provide some simple leisure for the customers in his bar.

————

This book is under my big project: “The Land of Eleven Seasons” archives, only this isn’t heavily relevant to the main storyline. I thought before continuing the main story, I should experience the world I had created myself while keeping my writing going. Thus, instead of the protagonists' legend, I chose Tales of The Land of Eleven Seasons, a series of independent extremely short stories written by a normal hick under a stormy era, as my first publication. Meanwhile, to improve myself as a writer to advance the epic, engaging, saga I have been dreaming of accomplishing.

So if you’re looking for a grand, dramatic, journey about war, freedom, and religion which you’re going to obsess with once you turn the page, I’m afraid this book can’t meet your needs. You’re going to have to wait for a while, sorry for that sincerely.

However, if what you’re searching for is some little things to relax after a hard-working day, or to read some stories before sleep (Perhaps even to make it as your children’s bedtime story if you’re not against letting your kids know some dark side in their early age, who knows?) or you’re my kind of people who loves stories but find it hard to maintain focus, or even better if you’re also an ambitious writer trying to gain some idea through short paragraph stories.

Then, I humbly invite you to take a look at this fellow’s travelling journal.

A poignant and darkly comedic exploration of the human experience, 'Chaotic Probiotic' delves into the contradictions and absurdities of life. With witty wordplay and unflinching honesty, the poem lays bare the struggles of navigating a seemingly meaningless world, where laughter and despair coexist in a delicate balance.

The poem Fading Embers explores the transformation from warmth and love to coldness and despair. It delves into themes of heartbreak, betrayal, and inner turmoil, using vivid imagery to depict the emotional journey of a once lively heart turned cold. The reflection on the darkness within and the deceptive nature of appearances questions the impact of a cold heart and the deep emotional scars it leaves behind.

Content Warning: This story contains offensive language, cursing, vulgarity, and scenes of brutality and mature acts. Reader discretion is advised.

In a world where reality blurs at the edges, Rohan finds himself bound to the enigmatic moon goddess, Manat. With whispers of destiny guiding his steps, he embarks on an extraordinary journey through realms unknown. Alongside his loyal companion, V, Rohan delves into a landscape of secrets and intrigue, where the lines between light and shadow blur.

As he uncovers hidden truths and confronts formidable challenges, Rohan grapples with the mysteries of his connection to the celestial realm. In a quest for answers, he navigates a modern labyrinth of intrigue and danger, where every step brings him closer to uncovering the truth behind the lunar nexus.

反對黨人報 A journal for the sinitic oppositionists: The Intersectional Dissent - 交叉異議

The author is a formal scientist with bad humor; be warned. 作者是不善於幽默的形式科學科研工作者。

Long live the sinitic opposition, for the removal of the Chinese Communist Party. 中共下台，九州萬國諸反對黨萬歲。

A tongue and cheek parody of Billy Squier's The Stroke and Lonely is the Night.

Can't say he made you do it...

My own worst critic...

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I is cow! Hear me roar!

Brad Thechad is a 38 year old high-school student.

He does average high-schooler things like going to Maths, going to English, and eating his white bread and mayo sandwiches.

Brad's best friend, Jonn Smith (with two n's) attends high school with Brad.

He's a manly man, but has feelings for his childhood friend (no homo).

Brad finds it super weird why Jonn (with two n's) keeps sucking on full bananas while staring at him, and getting himself into super suggestive situations.

Jonn (with two n's) has no idea how Brad finds out he likes him.

But that's not the only thing Jonn (with two n's) is trying to keep secret from his bestest bro in the world.

He's an alpha werewolf. And he wants to keep Brad and his mayo sandwiches all to himself.

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This story is purely satire on tropes commonly seen in writing. It contains homophobic and sexual themes.

It doesn't reflect my own views and is only written as comedy.

This is an ongoing collection of poems, of varying topic; from questioning institution and authority, to delving into emotions and love, to the journeying to discover both self and the meaning of life, to the pursuits of love and freedom, all the way to silly tales... and from there it gets weird.

As new poems get updated and added to this title, there is no doubt that this collection will hold a little something for everyone.