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When "I" have bad thoughts in my mind, the devil will appear. "What are you?" "I'm not a thing." "Then what are you?" "I'm the devil living in your body." She sneered, "You're kidding, how could there be a demon in my body!" "If you don't believe it, forget it. Why don't you jump?" "Why should I jump?" "Aren't you going to jump off the building? Jump quickly, I'm waiting for you." This is where a story of "me" and the devil begins...

Just write whatever style comes to mind, A short story in each chapter

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There is a language that speaks directly to the soul and is universally applicable.

In the mirror, there are floating clouds and water, and there is a dream in Huai'an, a Nanke pillow. The butterfly turns into a village and Kunpeng lives in it, and the ant country leaves guests in the spring and autumn. \

I experienced other people's senses through technological devices, and accidentally connected with the perspective of a serial killer. He was torturing his new prey when he suddenly paused and sneered into the void: "I found you." I unplugged the cable in horror, but real-time surveillance popped up on the screen - it was my bedroom. When I was on the run, I discovered that every time he committed a crime, he used the same murder weapon used by my father when he was killed in the line of duty.

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The story begins with an article [the mysterious death of a photography girl from an art college]. The protagonist of the news is Ding Yichun's childhood. This case unfolds the story of "revenge"; In March, the magnolia tree on the roadside bloomed, and it was so beautiful, just like Ye Zhaohe's innocent and shining eyes, but there was one less person around him, and the magnolia flowers became less bright. Is the world on the other side of Showa also full of magnolia flowers? Can you sleep forever, Showa?

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Everything felt like a dream, but it never lasted more than half a lifetime. Is he the one who protects me silently, or is he the one who loves me forever? How to choose? Ordinary girl Su Yi is waiting online!

Li Zhaozhao, the third princess of the Daning Dynasty, was named the princess and sent to Beidi for marriage. On the way, she was ambushed by the Beidi army. At the critical moment, a golden phoenix pattern appeared in her left eye - she awakened her "death-tracing eye" (which can see the scene a quarter of an hour before someone's death), and she realized that the ambush was the conspiracy of the Beidi Prince Helianlie (whose true identity was the "Blood Tooth Demon Lord" in the demon world, who wanted to use the marriage to attack the capital of Daning). At the same time, she remembered that she was the reincarnation of the "Shangshen Zhaohua", the commander-in-chief of the three armies of heaven. After awakening her bloodline, she could summon the three armies of Tiance, Tianshu and Tianji. So she gave up the marriage and commanded the heavenly soldiers as the "Shangshen Zhaohua". She used the "Fate-Retracing Eyes" to predict the enemy's movements, and formulated a strategy of "luring the enemy deep and encircling the points for reinforcements". Finally, she put down the invasion of Beidi, revealed Helian Lie's identity as a demon, and protected the peace of the Daning Dynasty and the heaven.

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"Whether it's memories, the present, or the future. When I think of the scenery in my memory, I add a strong touch of color to it at dusk." This is my first attempt at a stream-of-consciousness novel. Please give me some advice. (This novel is adapted from reality) Source of the title: Autumn Scenery (At Dusk) I hope you will not ask who is there. September dew touches my body, waiting for you at dusk.

A writer is someone who writes for the people

Repair my front teeth, da da da da da da da da

In the ruined studio in District 7, Li Yan, who has long light blue hair, is always mixing paint in star crystal powder. He smiled cynically, his fingertips were stained with colorful colors, and his voice trailed off lazily, like a fox carrying a secret - but only he knew that that crazy skin was a deliberately trained armor to wrap up the cold tears that had frozen in his heart when his mother Suman died in an experimental accident seven years ago. His mother's death dug a hole in his heart. He was picking star crystal fragments from the bricks of the Gu family villa, and his fingernails were bleeding. He repeatedly rubbed the lines of the fox fragments, as if he were touching his mother's fingerprints. This search is not so much about revenge as it is about holding on to the last connection with the mother. Until Mu Che appeared, that desire quietly shifted: he waited for the other person in the studio until late at night, the amount of sugar in the hot cocoa was exactly the same, and he protected the person behind him in dangerous moments, even if he was shot in the arm. But the guns of the special handling department, the confrontation in the interrogation room, and the shadow cast by the general star crystal made this dependence a dangerous game. When Mu Che's gun was pointed at him, he could clearly see the pain covered in the other person's eyes; when Wuxu's chains wore his wrists apart, he realized that there was some coldness that could not be melted by warmth. He used paint to draw star trails on the ruins, used jokes to protect his heart with power, and used love to build a floating bridge out of despair. It's just that in the unfinished painting, the escaping blue is no match for the thick black. Even the "I love you" in the mouth has become a lip language that no one can understand.

A day through Chinatown in Colombo, the capital of Sri Lanka, reflects the identity and cultural heritage of Sri Lankan Chinese here.

On an ordinary day, Ou Xiaoxing, who was only 16 years old, encountered a car accident on the way to his grandfather's company and died on the spot. However, the goddess of fate still cast a compassionate look at him, giving him a chance to be reborn. However, maybe he was not the only one to be so lucky...

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The gift of flesh, the nourishment of blood. The absurd new life is still an abominable alien.

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The rain is gurgling outside the curtain, and the mood of spring is fading. Luo quilt cannot bear the cold at midnight. In the dream, I didn't know that I was a guest, and I was greedy for pleasure for a while.

??? On the day I was diagnosed with pregnancy, I didn't even have time to tell my husband the good news. ??? I received a call from him: "Yuyou, dad has suffered a stroke. You can resign and take care of him." ??? When I disagree. ??? Heard him say again. ???"Be obedient, this is your duty as a daughter-in-law!" ??? I think it's time for me to get a divorce.

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The world has just experienced a long period of darkness, and soon dawn breaks with sighs, and everyone enjoys a light that has been stepped on by everyone for no reason. The anti-aggression war is over. For a long time after the war, idealism filled everyone's hearts. People's small eyes can no longer hold their expensive expectations. People believe that life will bottom out, and many beautiful flowers seem to be blooming on the ruins and rubble. However, the flowers are blooming everywhere, attracting bees and butterflies, and are coveted. In the weird timeline, the cunning people want to make a fortune, and the rich want to seize power, but what is the fate of the just people?

Cheng Yanqing, a descendant of a Suzhou tea art family, went to Italy with a box of Longjing tea recipes from the Qianlong period. However, in a cafe on the verge of closure in Venice, he discovered that the great-grandfather of the shop owner, Marco, was actually a barista who came to China to study in the 19th century. The manuscript recorded "Coffee Experiments by the West Lake." When Cheng Yanqing used a purple clay pot to brew Ethiopian Yirgacheffe, and when Marco used an Italian Moka pot to cook Shifeng Longjing, the two young people lost in their respective cultures decided to restart the forgotten "tea and coffee ancient road" - from the blue and white porcelain cups in Jingdezhen to the tin-glazed pottery pots in Florence, from the "frugality" in the "Tea Book" to the "café enlightenment" in European salons. They gradually understood that some cultures must be in collision to see the true nature.

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A work of innocence. A sad and sad story, adapted from my childhood dreams, childhood feelings and friendship (this story is not true). In order to commemorate the friendship, beauty, and dream-like emotions between me and him, I amplified this sentiment, so this story is a cross-era ideological novel. Even if no one reads it, I still want to write about this friendship. Yours sincerely, The Place of Dreams.

On the surface, Vinay is a human student at Spartan Academy, but secretly she is a vampire who cannot survive without blood. For a delicious piece of blood, she accidentally revealed her identity.

This article belongs to Shuang? Romance and does not violate any rules.

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(Fairy Tale\u002F Family Ethics\u002F Comedy) Luo Lang has love because of his child, and he believes in love\u002F The whole book is free, you can decide to reward freely

Love, friendship, family affection...

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She stood in the courtroom as if she had been stripped of flesh and blood. Every line on the medical certificate was carved with nails by my husband's own hands. Lawyers' prevarications are more annoying than holly branches: "Who swallows pills in front of their children?" She caught a glimpse of her ex-husband's brand new baby seat on the seat-- Hu Yiming's call came in at this moment. The voice penetrated the ice: "Ms. Tong, I happen to know a psychiatrist who specializes in parent-child relationships."

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This is a collection of short stories derived from real life experiences. With a calm and gentle writing style, the author salvaged **nine frames of life slices** from the long river of memory. They are about the light and shadow of **his childhood house**, about **the unresolved confusion and clumsy warmth** in his growth, about **the silent ties of relatives**, about **farewells** in the chirping of cicadas on a summer night, and about **the glimmer of light passing by in ordinary streets and alleys**... Each "note" is an affectionate look back, building a bridge of contemplation between the vivid experience of "then" and the understanding of the years of "this time". There is no grand narrative, just **detritus carefully picked up from the folds of life**. The author uses a literary microscope to gaze at these seemingly ordinary moments, and through the subtle details of the human world, he can see the weight of time, the traces of growth, and the deep and simple echo of life itself**. Opening it is like opening a box of old things. I hope these "old things" with warmth and sincerity can also touch the similar scenery in your heart.