YeRim Writer

Eu nunca pedi para ter um núcleo de energia que parece um motor de Ferrari. Também não pedi para estudar num internato no fim do mundo. Mas quando seu professor de artes se transforma em um monstro voador e sua única amiga desaparece dentro de um túnel mal-assombrado, você não tem muita escolha a não ser agir. Meu nome é Kaori Lioni, e se você acha que sua vida na escola é ruim, é porque ainda não transformou ninguém em picolé sem querer.

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A photography student opens a metal box forgotten at the back of his grandfather's closet. Inside: old negatives, notebooks his grandfather never let anyone read, a sheet music dedicated to someone no one in the family knows, and a little red beanie that, after thirteen years stored away, is still warm. The grandfather can no longer travel. The answers stayed in the North, in a village that may not even exist anymore. So the grandson goes in his place, in the middle of the Círio de Nazaré, with a camera, a best friend who refuses to stay home, and the feeling that some photos hold more than they show. Twelve photos. Eleven empty places. And what was left out of the frame.

Rafael CarnielliNuevo Autor

An unknown disease is consuming the lives of the inhabitants of Lontúrnia. Refusing to lose her parents, Morgana abandons her home and sets out in search of a cure, guided only by rumors of a mysterious alchemist who lives in the depths of the Trebor Forest. Alongside a young scholar named Apolo, the veteran hunter known as Lobo, and the tracker Kira, she will face beasts, forgotten ruins, and the dangers of a world too vast to be understood. But the greatest threat may not be in the forest. For the closer they get to the alchemist, the more questions arise. Who is the man who lives isolated among monsters? Why does his name appear in stories told for generations? And why do his eyes seem to carry the weight of centuries? As Morgana's hope dwindles with each passing day, she will discover that some answers have a higher price than she imagined.

jonasexistiu

For years, Lídia Sampaio considered the dogs of Jacarandás Street an assault on civilized coexistence. So when a morning dawns without a single bark, her first reaction is gratitude. The gratitude, however, does not last long. In Vila Olaria, animals begin to disappear, inexplicable marks appear on the walls, and certain houses begin to harbor spaces that should never exist. While the residents seek explanations reasonable enough to continue their routines, Lídia discovers that there are far worse inconveniences than a noisy neighborhood. Between supernatural horror, everyday absurdity, and the melancholy of small absences, the tale investigates what we have learned to ignore, especially when its warnings blend with the usual noises of life.

GabimanuNuevo Autor

On a rainy day, Helô decides to invite her friends on a trip to California, so out of consideration for their friend, they ended up going, but this trip that had everything to go right ....

Lêh Duarte

Já pararam para pensar em como as histórias sempre terminam? "E viveram felizes para sempre..." Muitas vezes, essa frase nem chega a aparecer, mas o contexto costuma ser praticamente o mesmo. Mas o que acontece depois? O que vem após os tão conhecido felizes para sempre"? Já pararam para se perguntar? Pois é... Sempre que escrevo um final, gosto de imaginar o que existe além daquele último capítulo. Afinal, os personagens não deixam de viver só porque a história chegou ao fim. Talvez o verdadeiro encanto de um final esteja justamente naquilo que ele não conta, mas nos permite imaginar. E é por isso que hoje quero convidá-los a descobrir o que aconteceu depois de alguns tão esperados "felizes para sempre". Porque algumas histórias merecem continuar, mesmo depois que a última página chega ao fim.