JJWXC catalogue
Books by Share the Pit, Share the Pain
- Matches
- 9
From the JJWXC books we index, matched on the author's name.
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The Life of Solomon 所罗门的一生
With God (Your comments are what keep me going.) Core theme: Life is finite; life is a pilgrimage that accumulates suffering. This is absolutely not a story about death and endings. It is a story called love and hope.
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[Marvel + Cultist Simulator] Ten Lives [综英美+密教]十世人生
Su Lin opened his eyes. The sky was an endless blue, just like his vast, empty mind, unable to summon a single thought. The next moment, a panel appeared. At its top center, against a dark green background, sat a blue stone tablet carved with strange symbols. To the right was a card with text. [Someone has arrived: Life is a journey, whether spiraling upward or going round and round.] Note: The timeline is a bit messy, and I'll be mixing in elements from other works. If stream-of-consciousness
125Favorites249Clicks/ch10Gifts
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Surviving in the Rainforest 求生在雨林
The beauty of the rainforest lies in its depths and in the unknown creatures that dwell there. Deep in the rainforest is a world closest to a fairy tale, with a dazzling and beautiful exterior, and death that comes quietly. (That's enough hard-core knowledge for now.) Theme: How much of the knowledge needed to survive in the wilderness have you mastered?
89Favorites263Clicks/ch20Gifts
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Anko [Gin Gin] 安科[琴酒琴酒]
I've been really into Gin lately, so I'm going to write a Gin story. I originally wanted to write "Gin's Life," but someone has already written it, and it looks great. You should go check it out. Anyway, I'll use the few glimpses of him in the manga as a framework and flesh things out. Feel free to chat with the author in the comments. I've started lots of projects, but I've found that Anko is the best fit for me. (It's the only thing I've ever successfully finished. With my other works, I lose
68Favorites168Clicks/ch42Gifts
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The Gourmet Forest of a Plant-Based Esper 植物异能者的美食森林
On the continent of Andes lies a dark forest so fearsome that people tremble at the mention of it. Terrifying tales about the place are widespread across the continent. Fruits disguise themselves as animals and kill their hosts at night. Bloodsucking vines spread through veins, and their hosts drag themselves toward the camp with countless red tendrils trailing behind them. Spiders weave invisible webs among the trees, while birds nest in flesh. Trees steal brains, thorns stab up from undergrou
24Favorites54Clicks/ch125Gifts
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[Anko] The Warhammer Emperor's 13,000-Year Journey to Greatness 【安科】战锤帝皇的一万三千年成长史
A combination of unofficial history and hook-driven writing. Introducing the Dice Maiden Fate System. A fanfic by a third-generation fanfic writer. Ah! Theme: Konjac jelly
18Favorites184Clicks/ch8Gifts
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The Dream of the Cocoon People 茧民的梦
(I've borrowed and made up a few things from Cultist Simulator. It's so out of character that it's really just a setting. Please don't hit me, fellow players. Hides under a helmet.jpg.) The Cocoon Folk have no names. They have no such thing as names; their cocoons and cocoon garments are proof of their identities. The Cocoon Folk have a grand blueprint for their people. They will link their dreams together and gather the thoughts of all their kin, creating a more complete, wondrous, and ever-c
8Favorites95Clicks/ch5Gifts
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My Little Town of Strange Tales 我的怪谈小镇
Greenwater Town, what a lovely little town. Everyone who has visited remembers its gently rolling mountains, colorful buildings, clean and tidy streets, and the people with their smiles and soft-spoken voices. There are no arguments there, no violence. It is a place far removed from sin, where everyone lives happily. That is what people say, and that is what they pass along. Tourists come one group after another, and some are always reluctant to leave. Greenwater Town welcomes everyone who choos
8Favorites185Clicks/ch—Gifts
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Everyday Life in a World of Rules 规则世界的日常
You are someone who transmigrated. You open your eyes to see a temple gleaming in the sunlight, its priest's holy book floating in midair. Even from a hundred meters away, across a crowd packed together like bricks, you can clearly count all 108 stars embroidered on the priest's robe. The chanting echoes in your ears like a whisper. Then you see your classmates jump three feet in the air, conjure fireballs with their bare hands, and blow up cauldrons in class. It dawns on you: you've come to a W
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