vegetable beef soup

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened. "Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food." "Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?" "The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go." "They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

This is the continuation of ORV - eng, it was blocked : * (

Everyone knows that I married a vegetable who will die in half a year. But why did he suddenly wake up after our wedding? And why is he even not a human?

Adult concept dealing with moral ethics and tradition. It is aimed at hitting core beliefs and developing relationships. Unfortunately, there is no book jacket as of yet; however, I can offer this: Picture a large ranch remodeled to house mental patients who were given insulin-injected therapy. It also involves mortuary cannibalism and Kuru. As of yet, Soup Kitchen is not finished, so it will be entered in sectional increments. I hope that you will find this a thought-provoking concept. The story's aim is to try to get you, dear reader, to wonder when does what one would consider morally unethical gets lost in the beauty of tradition...? Please know, that this project was started a few years ago. Page wise, it's about 115 of a Word document with a word count close to 80,000. I look forward to insight as it gets a critical go-over by me. Bwa, ha, ha... I apologize for the vague description. It's easier for me to just ask that one reads it, and I'll be more than happy to answer any questions. Thank you for your time and consideration. Respectfully yours, -Jenn :)

It's anything but normal in 2017. Some people seem normal in society, others....not so much. Blemished Soup with Garlic is a collection of short stories with narrators beyond the status quo. Some are trapped in places they never wished to be in, others becomes witnesses of madness, and the remaining, well, best let the stories do the talking.

Where and what is going on?! Broke and lonely, now running through the streets almost butt naked with a marine life in my pants! And is that a—cat?! You know what, drugs in my system! Fuck it, we ball!

yes the book cover is ai generated i am bad at art good at stories. it is a story about a guy that well is hurting in a way never seen before.

Chadathan, or π, is an average boy in a plain school until a mÿš†ęrÿ ßøÿ arrives at his school. Emotional shenanigans ensue.

Old farmer Mayonnaise was a regular village folk. He ploughed his field in the morning, had lunch his loving beautiful wife Kimchi made in the afternoon, toiled again and came home back home to his happy family. He never has any complaints about anything as long as he and his family had warm beds to sleep and food to fill their bellies. But everything turned tipsy turvy the day his beautiful daughter turned 16!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

Qin Yao opens her eyes and finds herself transmigrated from a post-apocalyptic world into the body of an ancient peasant woman. Her family consists of four stepchildren needing care. A good-for-nothing husband, who has nothing but looks, is causing a ruckus. They live in a thatched hut, without a grain of rice, the family is emaciated like refugees. If that wasn't enough, someone even comes to collect debts! Anger rises in Qin Yao's heart, and she kicks the wretched husband out, "Debt collector, feel free to just beat him to death!" The four stepchildren: !!! With the world quieted, Qin Yao rolls up her sleeves to revive the family. Hunting, carrying bags, fighting bandits, she's an expert in all. But facing the fields, with her back to the sky, and her face to the earth, even a top-tier fighter from the post-apocalyptic world waves her hand: Can't take it! Really can't take it! Qin Yao scratches her head: In the ancient times where agricultural taxes are extremely high, how can I avoid farming? At this moment, the lazy husband who was sent away to die (twisting and crawling) (struggling to stand up) (screaming and roaring): My dear! I think I can be saved!