HLedger

"I don't know what I should do Haunted by your ghost Take me back to the night we met When the night was full of terrors And your eyes full of tears When you hadn't even touched me Take me back to the night we met."

Algol

Cold. The start of a new year was imminent in the state of Wyoming. The landscapes were characterized by snow-covered conifers, a sun too weak to warm the locals, a clear blue sky that brought to Ennis del Mar the saddest memories of the person he had lost five years ago. It was not possible to go back in time. But apart from Jack Twist as he was, Ennis wouldn't have the strength to face the start of that new year. So, mustering what strength he had left—or what he pretended to have—Ennis set out for the last time, alone, for Brokeback Mountain. He didn't know, however, that even after all this time he would still have his ears trained to hear the whispers of the mountain.

alessia

After 20 years, everything seems to be working out. At least in my point of view. Nothing will be that easy, I know. But... I don't think anything gets me down. No more.

Diana Pink BlueNew Author

Esta é uma história contada em 31 cartas, todas escritas na época natalina, sobre viajar num comboio muito especial, onde a magia acontece realmente. HISTÓRIA PARA ADOLESCENTES E GRAÚDOS

youkai22

Em um mundo governado há milênios por um mesmo Rei, um abismo impenetrável manifesta sua influência. Segundo aqueles que enxergam os versos de poder, dele emana a magia. Os fiéis, por sua vez, rogam a ele em ritos como a um Deus criador que a tudo conclama. Destemidos afirmam que dele verteram os dragões da vida. Sim: um desconhecido que habita e pulsa. O abismo é o centro do mundo, e há quem diga que ele seja o próprio mundo. Cabe aos nascidos do ímpeto trilhar o trajeto que desvela a trama. Não heróis apenas vítimas de um destino moldado no abismo da existência. Leonel acorda no meio de uma rua desconhecida. Ele está nu, vulnerável diante do solo que sustenta seu constrangimento. Não fosse o breu da noite e o vácuo de sua mente, sentir-se-ia ainda pior. Leonel não se lembra. O único fio de realidade que ainda o sustenta é o seu próprio nome. E, embora não saiba, o único ente que o reconhece é uma Sombra.

jonasexistiu

In the vast and indifferent fabric of space-time, where improbability is a constant and logic is rarely invited for tea, there exists the Department of Interdimensional Bureaucracy (DIB). Its purpose? To ensure that reality remains minimally functional or, at least, sufficiently confusing so that no one notices otherwise. But something went wrong. Horribly, catastrophically, fill-out-three-copies-of-reports wrong. Immanuel Breckford, a man whose greatest achievement until then was remembering where he left his keys, unexpectedly finds himself involved in one of the DIB's most catastrophic failures. Upon receiving a Temporary Ontological Adjustment Request Form 42/B, his existence is recalculated. To correct this cosmic blunder, the DIB sends Artemis Xyllan-7, Senior Auditor and specialist in metaphysical disasters. Armed with an expired stopwatch, a pen that alters probabilities, and the patience of a black hole, she has little time (and even less desire) to fix the problem before the universe decides to file Immanuel away permanently.