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When humans become as small as ants, can civilization survive in the primeval forest?

I died and woke up as an ant. Not a queen, not a mutant, just your average, squishable bug. But with a broken skill system and a dangerously curious mind, I’ve started evolving faster than the hive can handle. Magic? Check. Strategy? Working on it. World domination? …Maybe. I’m just one ant in a monstrous underground world, but if I keep climbing, I might become something this world’s never seen: A Tyrant.

The text contains the Tao, and Confucians can't say it. Dao, how deep and unfathomable secrets are not passed on like the heart seal of Buddhism and the formula of Taoism! Of course everything is the way it is. Therefore, the Tao is in the heaven and the earth, like mercury pouring out of the earth, and the particles are all round; like the moon reflecting on the water, it can be seen everywhere. As big as governing the country and pacifying the world, as small as one thing, one thing, one move and one word, it doesn't matter. The text is one end of the Tao. The greatest of the texts are the six classics, which are sent by the solid way. Descending into the history of the dynasties, descending into the books of the masters, descending into the collection of the hundred clans, this is one end of the text, and its words are enough to make it clear. Going down again to barnyard officials' novels seems to have nothing to do with the Tao. However, "Han Shu·Yiwenzhi" is listed as a family, and the bibliography of the past dynasties is also recorded. Isn't it because although there are not many absurd and absurd ones, they are close to the right ones, and they are not without benefits in the human mind and the world. Mr. Hejian is held in high esteem by the world for his scholarly articles, but he is solitary by nature. Therefore, in addition to retreating from food, I only cherished the classics, and when I was old, I was too lazy to research and search. "Luanyang Xiaoxialu "Wait Five Books, the mouth is strange and strange, and everything is contained; the mouth is unrestrained, and everything is said. Therefore, in the book that teaches lust and guides desire, those who are good and talented, although they are humble for a while, eventually disappear into oblivion. And in the book of Mr., the pear and jujube are repeatedly engraved, and it is not tired for a long time. There are a lot of people who read and engraved, and there are many mistakes and mistakes, and there are rash goals such as the moment of Mingren>Lengzhai Night Talks, the readers are sick. Shi Yansu traveled with Mr., and tasted the engraving of Mr. Gu Huang's Listening to the Book, with a postscript at the end of the book, which Mr. You have not seen all the boards, so I asked Mr. Yu to combine the five books into one compilation, and each of them still retains its original chapter. The camp lamp hand school did not dare to worry about it, and asked the gentleman to inspect it and then copy it. Although it is not necessary to pass on the works of Mr. Yu at this moment, the mistakes of Yu and Lu are less than the original aspirations of Mr. to teach the world, or there is no small complement of Yuner, Jiaqing, Geng and Shen in August.

It is a unique literary collection that addresses sensitive themes related to childhood, such as abuse, mistreatment, and other dangers children face in their environment. Through captivating and powerful stories, this compilation seeks to raise awareness and provide tools to prevent tragedies and promote a safe environment for the little ones. With endearing characters and realistic situations, each story invites reflection and poses ethical questions, reminding us of the importance of protecting and caring for our children. "Micro-novels, Short Stories, and Preventive Narratives" is an invitation to awareness and action, aimed at parents, educators, and all those concerned about the well-being of children in our society.

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Warning This fiction contains: Gore Profanity Sexual Content Traumatising content I’ve been a street rat, a bruiser, a bouncer, a fixer, a nanny, and a cleaner. You do what you can to get by in Dockside. It ain’t always pretty, but if you keep your chin tucked down and your fists raised, more often than not you make it out the other side okay. You fight for what you want and to keep what little you got. Thats been my life for the past twenty-four years and I’m used to it. One problem. I aint in Dockside no more. The mad scientist, same one that gave me my near indestructible body, shoved me through a portal to another world. I’m meant to right a wrong his father may have set in motion. I owe the guy my life so I won't complain. But the planet is alive and trying to ‘assimulate’ me into its system and wants my help. Something dark is festering just beneath its surface and corrupting anything it touches...including the locals and when the locals range from elves to spider people to freaking dragon woman that aren’t too happy with the human population, the last thing they need is a corrupting touch. Well, you can take the boy out of Dockside but you can’t take the Dockside out of the boy. It’s time to tuck that chin and raise those hands. A fights brewing, and It’s been a while since I had a good one. Release: Every three days at 8:00pm GMT-4 Author does not believe in fade to black situations or censorship. Read at your own risk (Author has always wanted to say that!)

After a lab accident shrinks genius Dr. Aris Holt into a 10-year-old, his only hope for a cure is locked in the Hero Regulation Agency's vault—a vault he's denied access to for being "too short." Forced to become the sidekick to Orion Castor, the world's most beloved (and completely fraudulent) hero, Holt must battle monsters and a labyrinthine bureaucracy. With a shy girl who warps reality by accident as their third wheel, Holt's genius solutions are constantly credited to the bumbling Orion. If he can't navigate this system of absolute nonsense, he'll be stuck as a kid forever. 2025 Mark Casa Nova. All rights reserved. Unauthorized reproduction prohibited.

If you had the power to traverse dimensional planes, what would you do first? Would you travel to worlds with unlimited possibilities, or gain unimaginable power?

After being cruelly murdered by my husband's white moonlight, my corpse was thrown under the bridge outside the villa. On the third day of my death, my son finally found me under the bridge. He stepped on the gravel, wiped the blood off my face with his small hands, and I did not blink. He held clear water to my pale lips, and I did not lick. He lay on my cold chest, listening to my long-silent heartbeat. Hao Hao panicked and used his phone watch to video call my actor husband who was doing a fashion show: "Dad, why is mom lying here all the time?" "Your mom is practicing her acting skills, ignore her! Tell your mom that whenever she is willing to admit her mistake, I will forgive her." After hanging up, my son stared at my corpse for a long time. He took off his small coat, gently covering my cold body: "Mom, this way it won't hurt."