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Mr. Kai was the kind of math teacher every high school girl whispered about—27 years old, with a chiseled jaw, piercing dark eyes, and a lean, muscular build that filled out his button-up shirts perfe

A Bizarre Journey ep 5: I swear I’m never falling for anyone again

My name is Loc. That’s on the paper. Some call me Lazy Loc, and some others call me the Ceiling Fan Guy since the broken fan incident. But there was actually another one that not a lot of people kne

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗬 𝗦𝗞𝗘𝗧𝗖𝗛𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞

A STRANGE FEELING ABOUT THE STRANGER!  This is about a painter or we can say an artist and a unknown man who he don't know but! He has a memory of that stranger ! Because of that memory he paint th

Life

What should I do with my life ? I'm tired , I always feel like I'm running in a race that's neverending. I'm so tired of studying , of always trying to be on top even though I'm not failing , but my f

HEPAS AND THE MERMAID

In the town of Paluay, when the little boys go out run and play, one boy remained behind. The boys, HEPAS, was lame. he had been sick of a strange disease when he was baby. When he got well, he could

She Was Fine… Or So They Thought

She was 19, and the smile on her face felt real—warm, effortless, convincing. The kind of smile that made people believe she had everything under control. Her name was Emi. And people often said her

The Day My Boss Knocked on My Door

Hello, my name is Aira. If you asked me when this story started, I’d say it began the day a quiet boy walked into my classroom and made the air feel different. Back then, I didn’t know his name. I onl

This love

Kim Taehyung, A person who had a past, and that past made him into a ruthless person. A serial killer. Who wanted to kill the past. The past is a person, and Taehyung's only aim in his life is to kill

A Bizarre Journey ep 4: Everyone seemed motivated

I’m Nguyen Van Loc, and I hate sports. Not in the casual “I don’t like running” way. I hate sports with religious intensity. The idea of sweating on purpose has always felt like a personal insult to

THE GIRL WHO HAS NO FACE🎭

‎I prioritize everyone's happiness first; I forgot what I wanted. ‎ ‎It was April 6; it's a big event for everyone on my team because it was the most requested of my fans and was also my plan to visit

The inner battle..💚

The evening sky was painted in soft shades of lavender and gold, the kind that made everything feel slower… gentler. She stood by the window, fingers lightly tracing invisible patterns on the glass, l

A Bizarre Journey ep 3: A bowl of Pho at 3 AM would be nice actually

My name is Loc, and I’ve always thought about having a cat. Why? They’re kinda cute, and they can hunt down those stupid rats for me. Saigon changed my mind lately with the whiskers syndrome. It sta

The Girl Who Waited at Platform 3: episode 2

“The Days After He Returned” For a while, everything felt like a dream. Zayan was back. Not a memory, not a promise—real. Standing beside Areeba, walking with her, laughing the same way he used to.

this is The First Rule.

i know it’s not perfect. it’s still a draft, still growing, still figuring itself out—just like me. but i poured my whole heart into this story. every late night, every overthinking spiral, every “sh

A Bizarre Journey ep 2: A bit craving for sugar today

My name is Loc. Nguyen Van Loc. Most people call me Lazy Loc, and honestly, I’ve earned it. Three days ago, something stupid happened. I didn’t think much of it at the time — just one of those tiny

Broken Dreams

Chapter 5: The Hidden Truth 💔⚡ Days were passing… but Riya’s pain was not decreasing 😞 She tried to act normal in front of everyone, but inside, she was slowly drowning in silence 💔 One afternoon, som

A bouquet for the truth

"Bad... just fucking awful." Rei commented awfully, her eyes narrowing at Jackie's aiming of her gunshot. Jackie is a genius, never miss a shot once, sometimes in an enemies eyes if she wants fun, b

I Think I Accidentally Married the Boy I Was Supposed to Hate

If you asked me a year ago what he was to me, I would’ve said “annoying,” without even thinking. We fought over everything. Notes, grades, seats, group work. He had this way of looking at me like I wa

She Was Never Mine

Back in high school, I used to sit in the second row by the window. Not because I liked the view, but because it helped me disappear. I was the kind of student teachers liked and people forgot. Quiet,

“The Girl Who Waited at Platform 3”

Every evening at exactly 5:15, she stood at Platform 3. Her name was Areeba. She wore the same soft blue scarf, held a book she never really read, and watched every train that arrived like it carried