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Vietnam & China have lots of interesting folklore. Here I spin those tales of the past into new stories. Some are more based in realism and historical records. Others are written through a high fantasy lens, with D&D being a major inspiration. Cover photo by Raissa Lara Lütolf (-Fasel) on Unsplash. The pagoda shown, the Temple of Literature, is located at 58 Quốc Tử Giam, Văn Miếu, Đống Đa, Hanoi, Vietnam.…
FEATURED ON WATTPAD'S LOW FANTASY PROFILE It's been ten years since Nora Whelan ran away, taking with her the painful secrets that shattered her family. Her ability to peer into other people's lives had saved her own. Now as the marketing manager of a technological enterprise, Nora is determined to succeed and leave her past failures behind.But when Nora discovers she's to inherit her family's old house, she must confront her past, as well as the truth behind her visions.As Nora dives deeper into the fractured past of her family, she is faced with a difficult question: What is worth fixing, and what is better left behind? -Sticker made by @Pipwusa.🥇 First Place in General Fiction - Royal Throne Awards 2021🥉 Third Place in General/Historical Fiction - Luna Awards 2021🥉 Third Place in General Fiction - Magical Grand Awards 2021Cover painted by Jade Foliage. I maintain copyright over the novel's cover and its contents.…
How to capture it all?I was no photographerMy paint brushes, I have retiredAnd words simply do not belongOn a coverThe same way they fitIn my mouth, or march along the surface Of these pages.How to capture it all?The sounds, the smells, the blurring lights as life rushes past me.The things I feel but have not found reflected around me. The images thatUndoubtedly Would stop the carbon copy of myselfAnd urge, "Read me."How to capture it all?But some questions and answersLike some estranged partnersWalk on opposite sides of the road.So I draw one line to the nextConnecting the rightAnd what's left of the unknown Into the semblance of a city.I scrawl above,Cement City.-Sticker made by @Pipwusa.🥇 First Place in Poetry - Sunflower Awards 3.0🥉 Third Place in Poetry - Borderverse Awards Season 2…
*featured on WattpadAnthologies*Welcome to the Night Theatre, the place where one escapes the clamour of life for a night's worth of relaxation. There are no guarantees on the quality of the film; Hands, Flora and everyone else work on a time crunch, you see. If the film is not to your liking we have refreshments and a piano on the side (if you can find it, that is). You can also visit our archives for a collection of stories ranging far and wide over the author's imagination. It is with our profound sincerity that we hope you enjoy your stay.…
***REWRITE IS IN PROGRESS*** Writing songs in his bedroom, 24 year-old Tai Vuong wonders if there's a day he can share his music without pretending to be someone he's not. His power to manipulate people's opinions doesn't help-it's a reminder that he would never meet the expectations of others. But as Tai meets more people and ordinary things add up to extraordinary circumstances, he realizes he doesn't want to change who he is. He needs to change how he sees himself. Set in the heart of Toronto, Backstage follows an autistic musician's journey to discovering what it means to be yourself. [Sequel to Keychains; can also be read as a standalone novel]Cover & banner art made by @JH_Foliage.Sticker made by @Pipwusa.This book is only available on W A T T P A D. If you are reading it on any other side, you are at risk of a malware attack. Please proceed to Wattpad.com where you can read the story safely and support the author.…
*featured on WattpadAnthologies*My words like to wander, cross and divergeAt every corner of my mouthEvery turn my sentences takeSo I might not make sense at firstBut let me tryTo hold your handLet us walk through the maze of who I amThe maze of words I've formed during those quiet days, the words that didn't know they were until nowThey'll flowontothe pageIn irregularHalt-ingHeart-beatsWith a free rhyming scheme, free-verse, free as a birdYet weighed down by an illusory gownNot to confuseNot because I choose to be this waySo clandestine are my words, my identityDespite the length of this journeyOn a paved roadHidden beneath the jumbled symbols and metaphorsThat speak from my core So just know that the moment you look at me from a different angleWhat you thought you sawMay burst and shatter into a million coloursGraduallyPeacefullyThe same way white light splits into a rainbowThat we can all admireEven if we don't understandWe can watch, and see, and believe there's a certain beautyTo all forms of artI hopeYou can read my stories and take these words to heart.…