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I shaved my moustache and went to the local bathhouse.
i shaved my moustache then went home and took a shower but the water was cold so i went to the local bathhouse to take a nice hot bath but as i walk there i see a women standing under a light and she is beautiful
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Bonds of the Wild
23-year old Meridian turns her life upside down in a series of impulsive choices and daring adventures. After an earth-shattering New Year’s Eve spent with a mysterious figure at a pub, she starts to see people with sharp teeth, folk that look more beast than human, and witnesses the connection between life and the elements that goes far past her previous understanding. Who knew a random hook up could change everything?---- Preview ----“Look -” I start, walking closer to whisper, but keeping a close eye on its fingers so that if anything so much as twitches, I can run away safely. “Just about none of that made sense. I have no idea what you are talking about.” “Hmm,” the troll muses, and if it could move more, I wouldn’t be surprised if it would rub its moustache in thought. “You seem to be telling the truth. Youngling...who are you?”“Me?” I ask while pointing to myself. “I’m Meridian.”A cold wind suddenly sweeps under the bridge as the troll’s eyes fog over and turn completely white in color. “Meridian,” the troll’s voice sings to me and a shiver crawls down my spine. “Light and dark. Bloom and rot. Void and prominence. Life and death. Hello, creature of the night. Hello, princess of the light. Hello, clawed beast and blossoming flower. A world cleaved in two, fissures hardened by centuries. You belong to no one as much as you belong to them all.”“I…I don’t understand,” I tell my wicked hallucination. “Then you will bring death to us all.”
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Tsali's Heir
The power of the beard is unimaginable. Think about it. Why do old and responsible men always sport a goatee? Well all I've got is an undeveloped moustache. Infact, forget undeveloped. It is practically non-existent. What can my sparse beard do to help in this war. Though I won't hesitate to kill whoever touches my sister , at the end of the day, I'm just a boy with no skills after all. ... O sogbladza... send down lightning. Can't you see what's going on? Or have the bright flashes of your thunder bolts blinded you? Do you want a goat? Or should I kill a fowl .... *** Lamentations made from empty stomachs Dont reach the gods my friend. Do you have to be reminded of simple customs? ..... A hungry man is an angry man, don't turn your hunger muffled anger against men towards the gods, lest you waist your time and end up igniting their wrath. Mind you... a scheduled time gives way to showers of cowries *** yeah whatever./ In a far away corner of West Africa in the now eerie Zewu village of the once great glinwu clan, Atsu who had been bestowed the title of chosen must gather the necessary equipments and skills needed in his steps to bring his crumbling clan from collapse. Zewu was raided. And the inhabitants were sold of or made into slave breeding machines. His sister just happened to be in this category. ... Is this mountain climbable?!
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Harvest Season
The island of Dorchester is a scientific anomaly, a chasm in space and time, and the grand secret that lurks within its centre could affect the very thread that holds the past, present and future in equilibrium. When Blakely, a field doctor, is tasked with the important mission of unleashing a virulent plague on the inhabitants of the backwards 19th-century island, just about everything that could go wrong does. Soon he's hunted by warlocks with bushy moustaches, witches with murderous powder, and bog bandits with a penchant for human flesh. With the help of his partner, Abis, a sailor boy named Dicky and a frazzled inventor named Vera, Blakely must seek to vanquish the chaos that could destroy time as they know it, and the very conflicts that ail his mind._____-:- ARTWORK in cover -:-Art by Alex Negrea via: https://twitter.com/alexnegrea_artIf you are the artist and would like me to remove your art from my cover, please PM me here on webnovel.____Woah UNDER CONSTRUCTION. Got tons of stuff going on with this. tbh i just be writing w/o thinking of the plot holes its a work in progress
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LHS=RHS
Prologue- Anxiety is a deadly self-aware state, where a person just spirals into a self-sabotaging thought process. And the worst aspect about it- nobody knows. It is a war one fights with oneself, quietly. It cannot be seen. It must not be seen. The world must not know what chaotic thoughts wander in this head; thoughts given birth by that very world. Looking at the board in front of her, Cecily tried her best to get the words written, but all in vain. The professor went ahead with the explanation, and he did stop quite a few times to ask if anybody had doubts, but Cecily just looked around hoping that someone was as lost as she was. She was afraid to stand out, always. Even in crisis, she would rather bear the consequences than stand up for herself. She stared at the board, and the train of thoughts finally left the station. Thought? More like questions! Questions of her worthless existence, questions about her choice of career, questions about her dumb self, and questions she confessed she did not have answers to. For years, she was trying so hard to hide this side of hers. She used to sit with the questions alone and deal with them. Cecily closed her eyes, as she tried to focus on her raging breathing, and calm herself down. ‘No unwanted scene Cecily! No unwanted chaos!’, she thought to herself. But it did not work. She could still feel losing control, something she didn’t like. And then a voice messed up more. “How are you doing guys? Do you understand what prof. Ali is saying?”, the voice was close. Not right next to her, but close. And it was calm, confident, and soothing, almost urging her to give in. Not caring for the world for once, and finally, she let go! She let the world see who she is. A broken being trying so hard to look brand new! She was anything but new. With a gasp, she tapped the table, as the air left her lungs at a frightening rate. She could hear voices around her, but she could not see anything. She gave in to her thoughts, and the voices in her head took over. Threw her around like a ball, laughed, and mocked as she tried hard to do one simple thing- breathe. “Cecily are you okay?”, a voice prominent than all landed in her ears. She recognized it immediately. It was her professor. A tall man with a moustache, a scary-looking man but a humble person. “I am taking her out of here. No one follows. She needs some air!”, he said and helped Cecily out of her seat. Cecily knew it would pass. It had happened many times, enough for her to know that it would pass. An anxiety attack was not something that bothered her. The voices she was used to. They were always there, with or without attack. They were a part of her. But all Cecily could think about was- where did that voice go? Did she scare him? What is she to him now- a freak?
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Peach Flavoured Dreams
“Hey, what do we do now?”The girl took out her notebook and hurriedly flipped to a new page to scribble. Bored to death, he leaned against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. After a while, she slapped his arm roughly. “Ouch! What was that for?!”She pointed to the notebook and showed him a roughly drawn stickman in bed. However, most attention-grabbing was the bright red moustache on the stickman’s face. She then pointed to a room in the left-wing of the school. Snickering, he flicked her forehead. “Weren’t you the good kid? What happens if I accidentally burn something that might not be his moustache?” He looked at her and laughed.Hesitating for a while, she flipped a page and quickly wrote the words ‘I can handle it’. She then patted her chest firmly and nodded at him. “I guess that’s the good thing about you having a water element. Don’t you think we are a good match?” He playfully grinned at her. She looked at him for a moment and scoffed. But her cheeks were bright red.
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Old Man's Advice On how to achieve anything (MCU SI)
An mc who wants to be on the side lines and be the old man who gives advice for a dollar.mc travels to the mcu with only a customised body which looks like a huggable guy in his 30's without anything but clothes of a homeless, some wigs,fake moustaches and colours for disguise, a piece of cardboard and a marker, so he decides to be the homeless guy who gives advice for a dollar to anyone, let's see how he brings big changes in the world 1$ at a time.|sorry for the grammar i don't really know how to write in english I'm just winging it as it goes and this is my first chapter so even if it is worst I'll still try to write it but it would be irregular and I mean I'll write a couple of chapters a day an then won't come back for a month so don't expect much |
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sons and lovers
I wait," Mrs. Morel said to herself–"I wait, and what I wait for can never come."Then she straightened the kitchen, lit the lamp, mended the fire, looked out the washing for the next day, and put it to soak. After which she sat down to her sewing. Through the long hours her needle flashed regularly through the stuff. Occasionally she sighed, moving to relieve herself. And all the time she was thinking how to make the most of what she had, for the children's sakes.At half-past eleven her husband came. His cheeks were very red and very shiny above his black moustache. His head nodded slightly. He was pleased with himself."Oh! Oh! waitin' for me, lass? I've bin 'elpin' Anthony, an' what's think he's gen me? Nowt b'r a lousy hae'fcrown, an' that's ivry penny–""He thinks you've made the rest up in beer," she said shortly."An' I 'aven't–that I 'aven't. You b'lieve me, I've 'ad very little this day, I have an' all." His voice went tender. "Here, an' I browt thee a bit o' brandysnap, an' a cocoanut for th' children." He laid the gingerbread and the cocoanut, a hairy object, on the table. "Nay, tha niver said thankyer for nowt i' thy life, did ter?"As a compromise, she picked up the cocoanut and shook it, to see if it had any milk."It's a good 'un, you may back yer life o' that. I got it fra' Bill Hodgkisson. 'Bill,' I says, 'tha non wants them three nuts, does ter? Arena ter for gi'ein' me one for my bit of a lad an' wench?' 'I ham, Walter, my lad,' 'e says; 'ta'e which on 'em ter's a mind.' An' so I took one, an' thanked 'im. I didn't like ter shake it afore 'is eyes, but 'e says, 'Tha'd better ma'e sure it's a good un, Walt.' An' so, yer see, I knowed it was. He's a nice chap, is Bill Hodgkisson, 'e's a nice chap!"
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New world gamers
Pain A very excellent gamer was playing Games on one beautiful Night , Pain is also called Kenny ...so whiles playing ,before he could realize the glass broke He put His headphones down Run to see what was HappeningHe then saw Two Guys with electric energy guns ... shouting One Of them hand no hair and A full beard the other had A Blonde hair with a moustacheIt seems the one with blonde hair was called Carlos as the second one called himAnd the other without hair was calledSo literally these two were looking for The scrum BeamWhich had seem to landed there and the father knewKenny was home alone thoSo Kenny jumped out the window and His ankle SprainedRaining pain all over Kenny buh as Kenny would say ' i am Pain'Lol okay so he went to new market for food after three days of not eatingHe Tried to figure out why it is and met a man someone who explained they planned stuff and Had to make sure earth was save from any evilKenny and Luke (Kenny's new friend) went to Restore order and save Kenny Dad, Kenny was
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