According to legend, those who lie during their lifetime will become "Feathered Ones" after death, condemned in the underworld to endure the endless torment of having their feathers plucked. One day, college student A-Tuo unexpectedly finds a black feather engraved with a name. That night, he witnesses the professor next door painfully pulling off his own fingers in his study. After the professor goes missing, A-Tuo discovers a feather growing from his own back—unraveling a terrifying secret that leads to the realm of the "Feathered Ones."

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Life is collectively referred to as a dark fantasy, although many of us attempt incorporating ideas in our head, searching for ways to escape reality. I for one believe anything that can befriend you, can kill.

Every creature has a dark side but mine doesn't have my best interests at heart, I mumble short prayers, locking all the doors and windows shut.

Every step I took upstairs, made the wooden stairs creek, I keep having this feeling am been followed but every time I look back, am left with goosebumps and my head increasing in size.

I swallowed an imaginary saliva down my throat and continue walking up slowly otherwise I will freak out and run upstairs, that will mess up my night.

If you know anything about darkness, you'll know it leaves no room for the weakest heart. This foreign presence happens whenever am home alone, I made a research on the life beyond and discovered that the level of one's fear determines how far we're willing to let the darkness in.

I gently crawl under the duvet and sleep on my right side facing the door, my heartbeat was accelerating, you could hear every beat of it. 2,3,4 minutes later, the gruesome feeling was gone and I accidentally took a nap that lasted for two minutes until my ears picked a creaking footstep 👣 approaching in the direction of my room, dragging a metal object on the wall,  I froze on the bed.

I searched for my phone under the duvet and my eyes found it far on the table which was close to the door, this wasn't a normal circumstance so,  my mind is blank.

"Do you wanna play", the voice said, sounding distant but very  near. That was when I remembered all the short phrases used in horror movies, I stupidly find myself screaming them one by one.

Is anyone out there?

"Who the hell are you?"

Show yourself coward.

"What do you want from me?"

The noise died down and just when I thought it's over, the door to my room was kicked open with full force.

"So, are we good now?" Kinn asks half sitting in his bed, with Porsche laying on the other end in his briefs. Kinn is trailing a soft stroke on Porsche's bare leg with his finger.

Porsche looks at him, silent and serious, and extends his hand to touch Kinn's. The slow movement is tender, the intertwinement of their fingers full of affection.

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This is the story of the in-betweens in chapter 10 of KinnPorsche; what happened between the kiss on the roof-top and the loving bed scene?

Echo Raine finds himself in a city called Selonika. He realizes this city is a utopia, for the people are welcoming and there seems to be no form of currency. He learns that everyone who lives in the city is dead, including himself, and houses appear out of thin air, containing the past memories of its inhabitants.

He's told that his house is the most depressing one in Selonika, and that he has a choice to make. He can either let the house crumble to dust and live with someone else, or he can face the traumatic horrors living inside it. He visits the central park and encounters a hidden path that leads to a cherry blossom tree, where he finds a beautiful, soft-spoken violinist named Violet Elysora.

"You don't need to pretend, Zoya!" Logan shouted over the radio noise.

Zoya's heart ached as she tucked in her lips, wishing she could turn back time to when she was a teenager. She was baffled by how the only man she had ever loved could cause her such heartbreak, one that couldn't be diagnosed under an X-ray machine.

In the past ten years, Zoya had invested her time and emotions into the marriage, neglecting her own needs and desires.

Her parents had never supported her relationship with Logan, advising her to focus on her studies when she was just 16. But she had threatened to run away, using her status as an only child to force them to accept her early marriage.

After graduating high school, Logan convinced her to become a full-time housewife. Initially, the marriage was perfect, with Logan taking her on dates, shopping sprees, and vacations. He swept her off her feet, and she abandoned her plans for further education.

However, as Logan became a successful business tycoon, their time together became limited. Whenever she complained about his late nights, he would wrap his arms around her and give her a gentle squeeze, silencing her protests.

Now, Zoya felt a tiny bump in her stomach, followed by a sour pain, but she remained silent. "I can go on a three-month trip," she bargained, her voice discreet but frail.

Logan's response was a dirty smirk, and he leaned forward, staring deeply into her eyes. "My sweet pretensions, Zoya, I don't need you to think for me or go on a vacation."

Zoya felt rejection crawling into her shattered heart, wondering if their love boat had crashed long ago. She remembered her father's fury ten years ago, her mother's attempts to pacify him, and how her father had blocked all communications with her after the wedding.

"Can't you give us a try?" she asked, her voice sounding like a plea.

Logan's lips moved closer to her ears, his words barely audible. "Taste changes, people move on." He shrugged expressively, and Zoya saw his mouth move but couldn't hear properly due to her own emotional deafness.

She crawled on the floor, begging him not to end their marriage, desperate to save it. Logan stepped on her hands, grinding on them in circles, and Zoya swallowed the pain.

He stumbled back, spat on her injured hand, and threw divorce papers on her lap. "It's over, Zoya. Keep the house; I don't want to be stuck in the disgusting memories you've forced on me over the years. Sign that, and I'll have someone collect it in the morning."

With that, Logan turned and walked out of the house, leaving Zoya shattered and alone.

This is story of everyone dream to play role in particular gener or drama were we imagine ourselves as them .

In a distant future, humanity has expanded across the stars, blending with countless alien species and their technologies. The human body, becomes the universal template, enhanced with nanoscale cybernetics and odd bits from other species, making individual races into something more than human.

The protagonist wakes up in some ruined city, no clue how he got there, everything around him falling apart, poisoned air thick in the streets. His body’s augmented, though he doesn’t quite get how, and there’s this AI companion in his head, teasing him along, as lost as he is. Together, they wander through the crumbling streets, piecing together what happened to the city, and to them.

As they progress deeper into the city's secrets, hints of a grander design begin to surface, an elusive influence that has shaped their lives from beyond. But the full extent of this influence remains a mystery. Their path takes them through a world where the past and future seem to blur, and the truth about their fates lies somewhere in the middle, waiting to be uncovered.

as young farmer finds that he is one of the chosen protectors, he seeks help to discover his true powers

What will you do if you discover your enemy's body?

Will you call the police or will you keep the secret?

And maybe even, was he still alive?

They made a decision that they could soon regret.

This story tells about a boy named Berry who adopted a stray puppy inside a box in the street and named her Toffee, which then later grow older together. The adventure start when there is a girl named Shea who is going to the vet as the same time with Berry and Toffee while Toffee having a checkup because she is often get sick in his old days, while Shea fallen from the stairs and the next thing happened, she become Toffee at night?....

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The sky was dark, thick with clouds that churned like a brewing storm. The air was heavy, charged with an unseen force that made the very earth tremble. In the distance, the sound of metal clashing together echoed through the mountains, a violent symphony of war playing out across the battlefield.

Flames licked at the edges of the vast forest, turning the once-proud trees into skeletal remains. Smoke curled into the sky, choking the air with the scent of blood and ash. The war raged on, soldiers clashing, spells igniting the land, and battle cries mixing with the screams of the fallen.

Yet amidst the chaos, two warriors stood apart from it all.

One wielded a katana, its edge gleaming with an ethereal glow. His stance was poised, precise—his blue eyes cutting through the smoke, filled with a steely determination. Opposing him, a titan of a man gripped a bardiche, its crimson-streaked blade resting against his shoulder. His red eyes burned with fury, the weight of his convictions pressing down like an unshakable force.

For a fleeting moment, silence settled between them, the world itself seeming to hold its breath.

The warrior with the katana stepped forward, his voice carrying both sorrow and conviction. “We could’ve built the future together…”

The man with the bardiche exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “In the past, I would’ve agreed with you… but now? I don’t think so.” His voice was rough, edged with finality—a severed bond that could never be mended.

No more words.

Only action.

They lunged.

In a flash, their weapons collided in a burst of light and shadow, the force of their clash sending a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. The impact split the ground beneath them, embers swirling in the air like dying stars. Sparks erupted as steel met steel, their strikes relentless—each one carrying the weight of history, of brotherhood, of betrayal.

They moved with inhuman speed, blades singing through the air in a deadly dance. The katana slashed forward in a streak of lightning, the bardiche countering with a crushing force that cracked the stone beneath them. Their battle raged like a storm, an unrelenting clash of thunder and fire, neither willing to yield.

They fought not as mere men, but as forces of nature, warriors whose duel would decide the fate of the world itself.

But this… this is the end of the story.

To understand how the world came to this—how two souls who once walked the same path now sought to end each other—we must go back.

To the beginning.