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         <title>3 ideas </title>
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         <title>3 ideas for the short stories</title>
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         <title>Round 1</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Title：Interstellar drift</p><p>author：Ma Ziyang</p><p>Content:In a distant future, mankind has successfully explored the stars, but during a deep space expedition, a spacecraft is accidentally wrecked and the crew is forced to drift in an unknown galaxy. The main character, Ellie, is the ship's engineer, and she and a group of survivors must unite to face extraterrestrial beings, a shortage of resources, and a crisis of trust in each other.As they explore this strange planet, Ellie discovers the remains of an ancient alien civilization, revealing deeper secrets of the universe. In order to survive and find their way home, Ellie and her companions must not only deal with external threats, but also overcome internal fears and contradictions, and ultimately find the strength of hope and unity.</p><p><br/></p><p>The End: story explores the themes of humanity, courage and hope, finding light in the midst of despair.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Round 2</p><p>Title:Misty town</p><p>Author:Maziyang</p><p>Content:In a small town shrouded in fog, a young detective, Lisa, receives a mysterious disappearance case. The missing man was a beloved librarian in the town, and the case attracted much attention from residents. As the investigation deepens, Lisa discovers that the town is hiding many untold secrets, and each resident seems to have his own hidden story.</p><p>In the process of gradually unraveling the fog, Lisa encountered more and more doubts and lies. She discovers that the lives of the missing are not as simple as they seem, involving wealth, jealousy and old grudges. </p><p><br/></p><p>The End:In the end, Lisa must find the real culprit and reveal the fate of the missing, while also facing her own fears and doubts.The story is full of plot twists and unexpected twists that test each character's loyalty and morality.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Round 3</p><p>Title:Lost Island</p><p>Author:Maziyang</p><p>Content:</p><p>In a distant ocean, there is a mysterious island that people have heard about - the Lost Island. The island has never appeared on any map, only appearing briefly under certain sea currents and climatic conditions. The island is said to contain the remains of ancient civilizations and endless treasures, but no one has been able to safely return from the island.</p><p>Kyle: A young ocean explorer, whose parents are missing, sets out in search of the Lost Island. He believes the island has something to do with his parents' disappearance and is determined to uncover the mystery behind it.</p><p>Leah: Kyle's sailing partner, smart and resourceful, has a deep study of ancient civilizations and is good at interpreting ancient languages and symbols.</p><p>Captain Blackstone: A mysterious old pirate who is rumored to have tried several times to find the Lost Island, but never succeeded. Captain Blackrock seems to have some kind of deep knowledge of the island and is willing to help Kyle, but his motives are not simple.</p><p>Kyle and Leah form an expedition and, armed with a battered chart, set off for the Lost Island. On the way, they were caught in a terrible storm, and the ship was destroyed, leaving only a few survivors. On the island, they discover an ancient relic that hides a powerful and dangerous organ. Meanwhile, the true character of Captain Blackstone is gradually revealed, and he is not only after the island's treasure, but also seems to pursue some more sinister purpose.</p><p><br/></p><p>The End:As they move deeper into the island, Kyle gradually discovers that the Lost Island is more than just a treasure trove, it also holds the secret of an ancient civilization that, if misused, could destroy the entire world. And Kyle's parents, it is because of the unintentional revelation of this secret, disappeared on the island. Kyle must find a way to stop the disaster before time runs out, while also revealing his deep connection to the island.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>title：happy</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>author：Han Shaohua</p><p>A young man suffered from depression. He felt that life was very painful. His parents were too strict with him. They always told him that everything would be fine when he went to college, graduated from college, got a job, and got married. But no matter which stage he was in, he was in pain, so he wanted to commit suicide. Before he died, he decided to visit his elderly grandmother. He asked her what happiness was. She said that he would be happy when he found a four-leaf clover in the grass in front of the door. He searched for a long time but never found it. later,Happiness does not lie in the result, but in feeling every moment with your heart. As long as there is light in your heart, every step will become a path to happiness.</p><p><br/></p><p>title：drama love story</p><p>author：Han Shaohua</p><p>An international student named Edi likes socializing very much. He went to a friend's birthday party and met Salina, who was also lively and cheerful. They soon fell in love. After graduation, they went to work in the same company. Salina had a good relationship with some male colleagues, which made Edi jealous. Later, Salina often went out drinking with male colleagues and hung out in nightclubs, and finally they broke up. In order to get revenge on Salina, Edi secretly seduced Salina's sister Salaman and ordered Salaman to seduce Salina's boyfriend. In the end, he felt very guilty and could not continue to hurt the person he loved. Under mental pressure, he chose to leave, and the two sisters also parted ways.</p><p><br/></p><p>title：maternal love</p><p>author：Han Shaohua</p><p>A young man came to a watch shop, took out a worn-out pocket watch, and asked the repairman to fix the watch that didn't work. This was a relic left to him by his mother. After the repairman carefully repaired it, the young man heard the ticking sound of the watch again, and his mother's face and voice instantly swept through his mind. The watch may stop, but the mother's love is always with you.</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <title>GE WENJUN (Sophia)</title>
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         <title>3 short stories&#39; ideas by Julia (Fu Shiyun)</title>
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         <title>3 CONCEPTS/IDEAS FOR SHORT STORIES BY ALIA FATIMAH</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Idea&nbsp; 1:<br>A boy who sees the world in shades of grey due to complete colour blindness is a photographer known for his monochrome images. His life changes when he meets a girl who brings warmth and joy into his world, making him feel as though he can finally see colours. Inspired by her presence, he begins capturing vibrant, colourful photographs, reflecting the newfound brightness she brings to his life.</p><p><br>Idea 2:<br>A restaurant owner and a chef accidentally serve the wrong order to a regular customer, but she never complains. Intrigued by her tolerance, they decide to intentionally mess up her orders every time she visits, teaming up to see if she'll ever reach her breaking point and finally complain. Despite their repeated efforts, she remains unfazed, leaving the two men increasingly curious about her unending patience.<br><br>Idea 3:<br>A wealthy girl searches for love by dating different men, each drawn to her for their own interests—fashion, books, sports, food, and music. Each time she meets one of them, she gifts him something luxurious related to his passion, hoping to win his affection. She showers each one with lavish gifts, hoping for real affection, but finds they’re only after what she can give. Then, she meets a man who seems different, uninterested in her wealth. Feeling something genuine, she invites him home, and they share an unforgettable night. But in the morning, she wakes to find he’s gone, leaving her alone in the empty silence of her home.<br><br></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Round 1</p><p>Title: Living without value</p><p>Author: Yu Xiangnong</p><p>Content:</p><p>      Two neighboring villages have completely opposite values and behaviors, and what is right in Village<strong> A</strong> is considered wrong in Village <strong>B</strong>, and vice versa. Examples include decisions on whether animals have the right to live freely, public vs private ownership, decisions on bearing arms and the right to vote. In order to improve relations and maintain peace, each village sends one villager to the other village to exchange lives, both them with the same purpose, which is to try to convince the other village to accept their own village values and ways of social operation. But in the actual process, because they have changed from the majority of their group to the minority, Therefore, they may hide their true thoughts to integrate into each other's society so as to survive better. This story is devoted to exploring what kind of changes or shocks will occur in the hearts of these two exchanged villagers.</p><p>THE END:</p><p>     After the exchange, the two villagers were supposed to return to their respective villages, but one changed his name and decided never to go back, while the other committed suicide by the time they found him.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>Round 2</p><p>Title: Fall in love with your form</p><p>Author: Yu Xiangnong</p><p>Content:</p><p>     A young woman, Lin, and her boyfriend, Dene, fall in love and spend three uneventful but sweet months together. During a dinner out, she met Dene's twin sister Bene. Although they have identical faces, they have very different personalities and attitudes. After the dinner, Lin's boyfriend left in advance, leaving Lin and Bene alone. Lin found that Bene was so considerate and comfortable to get along with her, they had endless topics to talk about and shared countless common interests, and that night was Lin's happiest night in three months. They hugged each other when they parted, and Lin discovered the feeling of a heartbeat in the hug. With the growth of time, Lin and Bene get along more and more, and she is gradually confused whether she falls in love with the same sex, or because she just loves her boyfriend, but was attracted to a more "feminine" version and "considerate" of Bene. During this process, Lin's inner turmoil is constantly trying to find her own sexual orientation identity, and she began to reflect on why she was attracted to "feminization".</p><p>THE END:</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; At the end of the story, she leaves them both to explore the forms of love in the wider world, rather than choosing between them.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p>Round 3</p><p>Title: Pumpkin mustard soup</p><p>Author: Yu Xiangnong</p><p>Content:</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; There were two brothers born in a very poor family, their mother died of illness, leaving their father to raise them alone, one winter day, because there was no food at home, the father had to go up to the mountains to hunt, but he never returned. The two young brothers went to the village to beg the villagers to help them go up the mountain to find their father, but the villagers did not want to take the trouble and risk, so they all refused their requests. Their father died in the mountains in the cold winter, and since then the two brothers have become wandering orphans, begging for food from house to house, but after a long time the villagers began to grow tired of them and forbade them to beg in the village. They were forced to set out for another village, but the road was steep and windy, and soon they lost their way. After a fall, the younger brother found that he could not find his brother. When he was about to fall into a coma, he was rescued by a kind old woman, who took him home and gave him a bowl of pumpkin mustard soup. The younger brother stayed here for a few days and then left when the weather was good, because the old woman had no food to spare. The younger brother was convinced that his brother was dead, so he went to a new city and joined the local gang, and by chance, he found a drunken monk on the side of the road, he had an evil thought, he killed the monk, threw him into the river, put on the clothes of a monk, and entered the monastery claiming to be a monk from far away, and he was welcomed and received. Because his long life of begging had made him eloquent, his pretense of piety and the stories he invented had moved everyone, so he soon rose to a high position in the monastery.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;  The indifference of the villagers led to the death of his own father, so the younger brother hated the villagers so much that he made up the excuse that there were witches in the village and massacred the villagers. He slaughtered village after village, and the hatred in his heart remained unquenched, but he got higher and higher positions, until one day he went to see the Pope, and when he looked up, he suddenly found that the Pope was his own brother. So, the two brothers teamed up to murder more people through their papacy. The younger brother inadvertently found the old lady who helped him in the year, in order to express gratitude, they will treat him with noble treatment into a luxurious residence, and the old lady also re-cooked the bowl of pumpkin mustard soup for them.</p><p>THE END:</p><p>      In the end both brothers died, poisoned by the old lady, because the old lady was a witch.</p>]]></description>
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         <title>Author: Munir </title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>1) Title : An Old Clock Tower</p><p><br/></p><p>In a village, a mysterious old clock tower stood at its center. Every midnight, the clock chimed thirteen times, a phenomenon that puzzled the villagers for generations. </p><p>Young girl name Lucy was very curious and brave, decided to investigate. She climbed the tower one stormy night, discovering a hidden chamber behind the clock face. Inside, she found a dusty journal revealing the clock was enchanted to protect a powerful secret. As she read, the clock struck thirteen, and the room transformed into a wormhole. </p><p>Later on,&nbsp; Lucy realised she was the guardian of time, destined to preserve the village's magic.</p><p>The end. </p><p><br/></p><p>2) Title : Magic Hen</p><p><br/></p><p>On a quaint farm, nestled between rolling hills, lived a peculiar chicken named Clara. Clara was unlike any other chicken; she laid golden eggs. The farmer, old and wise, cherished Clara, believing her eggs were a gift from the heavens. One stormy night, a mysterious traveler arrived, seeking shelter. Intrigued by Clara's golden eggs, he offered the farmer a fortune for her. The farmer refused, valuing Clara's companionship over wealth. As dawn broke, the traveler vanished, leaving behind a note: "Guard her well, for she is the last of her kind." Clara clucked softly, revealing her true form—a phoenix.</p><p>The end. </p><p><br/></p><p>3) Title : Uncanny Weather</p><p><br/></p><p>In the village of Breezy Hollow, the weather was as unpredictable as a cat on a hot tin roof. One day, the wind howled like a banshee, sending hats flying and skirts twirling. The next, rain poured down in buckets, turning the streets into rivers. Finally, the sun decided to make an appearance, shining so brightly that villagers squinted like moles.&nbsp;</p><p><br/></p><p>Old Farmer Joe, tired of the chaos, shook his fist at the sky and yelled, "Make up your mind!" Just then, a rainbow appeared, and a voice boomed, "Sorry, Joe! We're just having a little fun!" The villagers laughed, realizing even the weather had a sense of humor.</p><p>The end. </p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p><strong>Round 1</strong></p><p><br/></p><p>Title: Holes That Hide, Holes That Tell</p><p>Author Name: Nur Azaliah Jamaluddin</p><p><br/></p><p>Razali, a primary school teacher raised by his grandparents, has always been told that his father abandoned him shortly after birth. One day, he returns to the dilapidated traditional wooden house in which he grew up following the death of his grandmother, who died from the lingering sadness of her husband’s passing. Rahman wishes to clean out his grandmother’s belongings, but as he sifts through the items, he discovers a rusty key hidden between the floorboards.</p><p><br></p><p>Curious, Rahman tries the key on several doors, but none fit—until his gaze lands on the long-abandoned well house outside. Traditional Melaka houses like his often have a well house separate from the main house, and as a child, Razali’s grandparents had warned him that the well was haunted by a ghostly woman with long hair who would crawl up from the depths if the door was opened. Now that he knows better, Rahman dismisses the tale as mere superstition, but his curiosity pushes him to try the key. To his surprise, it unlocks the door.</p><p><br></p><p>Inside, the hole is dry, its depths pitch-black. Rahman shines a flashlight down and sees old clothes, scattered papers, and a box at the bottom. As he peers into the darkness, the key slips from his pocket and falls into the well. Determined to retrieve it, Rahman lowers a ladder and climbs down. At the bottom, he finds a disarray of old clothes, shoes, and a box. Inside the box are faded photographs of a happy bride—a Chinese man and a Malay woman. The beautiful lady had long, dark, luscious hair. Is this the female ghost his grandparents talked about? However, at the back of the picture is the name of his mother, Laili, whom he has never met but only heard of, and Loo Kam Yuen, dated 1967. Who is the man?</p><p><br></p><p>Upon closer inspection, Rahman finds a birth certificate in the box with his name written on it, but the man in the photo is a stranger. Could this man be his father? The possibility shakes him. Haunted by questions about his true identity, Rahman embarks on a quest for answers. His search takes him to Kampong Duyong, Melaka, where he applies for a transfer, determined to uncover the truth about his parents and the secrets locked away in the past.</p><p><br/></p><p>THE END</p><p><br/></p><p><br/></p><p><strong>Round 2</strong></p><p>Title: Cash and Coins Only</p><p>Author Name: Nur Azaliah Jamaluddin</p><p><br/></p><p>At a college hostel, there’s a vending machine with a secret: an old-school monster lives inside it, running the snack and drink business as a side gig. The monster has an obsession with coins. It’s all about the coins. When students try to pay with cash, especially folded or crumpled Ringgit bills, it accepts them only after a few trials. Occasionally, the machine makes strange humming noises, but the students dismiss it as part of the machine’s sound.</p><p><br></p><p>Recently, the machine was upgraded and became fully tech-savvy. It started accepting QR code and debit card payments, which upsets the monster. In retaliation, it dispenses warm drinks instead of cold cans, melted chocolate bars, broken snacks, or sometimes no snacks at all. One day, when a girl tries to buy a Snickers bar using a QR code, a slimy tentacle suddenly throws the candy at her, revealing the monster’s existence to the hostel residents.</p><p><br></p><p>Curious, the girl and her friends experiment with various methods to try to communicate with the monster, including pressing different buttons and inserting large amounts of money. Finally, when they insert a 50 sen coin, the monster peeks out from the dispensing slot to say thanks and explains its preference for coins. To keep the monster happy, the students put a note on the vending machine that reads, “Coins and cash only, preferably coins.” From that day on, the machine dispenses snacks and perfectly chilled drinks.</p><p><br>THE END</p><p><br/></p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Story 1</p><p>Anita and Tania have known each other since childhood. Everything was sunshine and rainbows for them-they cared for each other, shared everything, and always helped one another when needed. They spent most of their time together, practically like twins. But when they were 16, Tania's parents split up, taking a huge toll on her. Forced to choose between her mom or dad, she stayed with her mom, who became an alcoholic and started abusing Tania both physically and emotionally, leading her into depression, anxiety, and addiction. Through these dark times, Anita was always there. But one night, in a drug-induced haze, Tania took a shard of glass and slit her throat. Strangely, Anita felt the same pain and, looking in the mirror, realized it was her own hand holding the glass. She and Tania were one and the same.</p><p><br/></p><p>Story 2</p><p>The story begins with a woman and a man, who came from different worlds. The man grew up in a traditional Muslim family, and the woman in a devout Catholic one. They met in college and quickly grew close, drawn together by shared humor and curiosity. Everything felt simple at first-late-night talks, endless laughter, and the thrill of a new connection. But as their relationship deepened, reality set in. Their families' expectations clashed, and questions of faith and tradition starts to appear. Every holiday, every gathering, became a test of their commitment, forcing them to confront if they are really ready to be together.</p><p><br/></p><p>Story 3</p><p>Delilah and Dylan are two high school friends who reconnected years later through Instagram. They grew close again, picking up where they left off, and eventually went on their first date. It felt like magic-Dylan's warm smile, his gaze fixed on her, everything just felt right. But after that night, Dylan disappeared, leaving her messages unanswered. Days later, Delilah received a message with a photo of Dylan beside his wife and children, captioned, "Please don't disturb my husband. These kids need their father". Heartbroken, Delilah realized her dream of rekindled was only an illusion.</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>By Ziera</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“You look good in red, Delilah,” he murmured to my ears, his voice low and intimate, like a secret only meant for me. The soft scrape of the velvet chair against the polished floor was drowned out by his crisp, low voice that sent a ripple of warmth through my chest. His minty breath blending with the woody musk&nbsp;emits a masculine scent with a sultry edge and that alone was enough to flutter butterflies deep in my belly. As I sank into the chair, I caught the flicker of a smile on his lips—small, knowing, and dangerously disarming.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Thank you, Dylan”, I cannot suppress the smile that tugged at my lips, no matter how hard I try. I keep my gaze down on the row of silverware in front of me and stare at the upside-down reflection of myself on the spoon as I bit my lips trying to fight the grin on my face that refuse to stay hidden. Phew, this dress was worth my 200 dollars, I thought to myself, feeling satisfied when I notice the spark of admiration in his eyes that was glued to me since earlier. It felt surreal sitting across from him after all these years.&nbsp;20 years ago, Dylan and I had walked the same halls, laughing at the same class prankster and graduated high school together. Somehow life get in the way, and we lost touch. But fate, or perhaps an algorithm stepped in, and one random scroll on Instagram rekindled a connection I thought had faded forever. Naturally, we started to text again, and it quickly evolved into hours of catching up over the phone and since then, we got close, as if all those years were just some fleeting dreams.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;This is the first time we will have dinner together after a long time of not seeing each other. Dylan seemed like he never aged; he was still as dashing as ever. His hair was shiny brown, glazed with hair gel, and coiffed to perfection. His soft hazel eyes sparkled as he stared at me and followed my every move. His facial lineaments were perfectly proportioned. The sharp contours of his chiselled jawline, his aquiline nose, and his bristly eyebrow all complimented each other. Tell me, how can I not get lost in his presence?</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Throughout the meal, I could not stop myself from stealing glances at Dylan. Usually, I would go crazy for good food especially considering mushroom is my favourite food, but weirdly tonight, the pan-seared rib-eye with mushroom-hunter's sauce seemed bland and grey compared to Dylan’s presence. I felt strangely full just watching him. His laugh soothed my sorrow. He was like the main character in a movie; he shined brightly while everything around him seemed dull and dark. When his skin brushed mine, a spark of electricity coursed through me, leaving my skin tingling long after the touch. When he offered to send me home, my heart melted like a cube of ice melted under the scorching ray of sunlight, I felt like I could die happy. At that exact moment, as his hands trailed along the zipper of my dress, slip the red fabric off my shoulders and when his lips met mine, the world around me completely faded and I figured, he is the one.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Today marks one week after our date night. He promised to call; he promised a second date, but why have I not received any call or text from him until now? I dialled his number in a vain attempt to hear his voice but even his Instagram account is no longer active now.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Maybe he is busy, maybe he has work to settle” I try to stay calm, reassuring myself everything is fine.</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Ding!” a notification ring on my handphone. It is a picture of Dylan with a woman. Beside them are two children, a boy, and a girl, with the caption ‘Please don’t disturb my husband again; these kids need their father.’ The air is sucked from my lungs. My knees buckle, and I collapse to the floor, the weight of betrayal crushing me.&nbsp;My arms wrap around my body as though to hold the pieces of myself together, but it’s futile. My wails tear through the silence, raw and primal, echoing through the empty walls of my home. The pain is unbearable, a searing fire consuming every part of me.&nbsp;</p><p>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; I step into my bathtub, my hand reach for the razor blade, and press it to my wrist. ‘I hope I still look good in red, Dylan’ I type in my phone, and hit send as the clear water turns red.</p><p>&nbsp;</p><p>The End</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Silence is a kind of biting silence. It was shrouded in the wreckage of the vanguard, as if it had plundered the sound of the universe. The original magnificent hull, now fragmented, floating in the vast sea of stars. The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and a few faint rays of fire were beating on the broken metal edges, as if the ship had the last gasp.  Chief engineer Ellie nova opened her eyes slowly, blurred and heavy. Her forehead ached faintly, and blood oozed from the wound and slid down her cheek. The weightless environment made it difficult for her to tell the direction for a while, and the shattered dashboard and the tools and parts that were suspended in the air made everything around her look so strange and absurd.  She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. There was not enough oxygen, but she still managed to push her body to one side and try to find a support point. After a brief groping, she finally grabbed a larger piece of debris, tried to get up and began to look around.  "Is there anyone alive? Her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly hear what she said.  Ears are only the slight collision of machine parts and the occasional crackling of current. Her heart sank into the abyss. Communicator -- yes, she needs communicator. She fumbled for the equipment around her waist, only to find that it had been crushed and turned into a worthless pile of scrap iron.  Despair came like an invisible flood, but Ellie shook her head suddenly and suppressed it in her heart. She must act, not run out of time and oxygen here.  She dragged her tired body through the narrow passage, avoiding several dangerous arcs and finally finding a door that was barely able to work. She pulled as much as she could to release the device, and the door finally made a harsh metal friction and opened it slowly. Behind the door, is the ship's emergency refuge area.  Everything in the asylum made her heart sink a little -- cold bodies floating in the air, their eyes empty and desperate, as if the pain before it was still engraved on their faces. But in these tragic scenes, several figures were still shaking.  "Ellie! A hoarse voice called her. It's captain marcus holden.  Marcus doesn't look good. His left arm was wrapped in a temporary tourniquet, pale, but his eyes were still strong. He approached Ellie slowly and held her shoulder. "You're alive, that's enough."  Ellie nodded, looking over marcus and swept to the rest of the area. In addition to marcus, there was shipdoctor leah hensley, three engineers and two scientists. They all looked tired, but they were not fatal.  "How's it going? "Marcus asked, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.  Ellie shook her head and forced herself to answer calmly: "the communication equipment is destroyed, most of the systems are offline, and there is not much oxygen reserve. We... are completely trapped here."  The atmosphere in the refuge zone solidified instantly. Leah looked down at her medical bag and whispered, "at least, we're still alive. It's a miracle."  "Not enough to live." Marcus's tone was cold, but not desperate. "We have to find a way to live, not just for ourselves, but for those who haven't survived."  Ellie took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound firm. "The ship's structure is badly damaged and the main power module has been completely destroyed. But if we can find backup energy, we may be able to repair some systems. And we need to assess the reserves of food and oxygen as soon as possible."  Marcus nodded. "Time is tight, we have to act. Leah, you first check everyone's physical condition to see if there are any injuries that need to be dealt with immediately. Ellie, come up with me to make a repair plan."  All the survivors began to get busy in the asylum. Everyone carries a heavy sense of mission -- not only to survive, but also to respect life.  Ellie crouched next to a semi-destroyed console, trying to switch on the energy circuit. Her fingertips trembled slightly, more because of stress than fatigue. She knew it was just the beginning. The real test is still ahead. </p><p> The end of chapter 1: "Ellie," marcus said in a low voice, standing behind her, "I know what you're thinking -- we don't know where we are, we don't know if there's any rescue. But anyway, we have to survive."  Ellie looked up and looked out into the universe through the broken porthole. In the endless darkness, there were countless faint stars. She clenched her teeth and nodded. "We'll find a way out."  The universe outside seemed to respond, and the silence was suffocating, but in that silence there was some unknown hope.</p>]]></description>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>Silence is a kind of biting silence. It was shrouded in the wreckage of the vanguard, as if it had plundered the sound of the universe. The original magnificent hull, now fragmented, floating in the vast sea of stars. The aftermath of the explosion dissipated, and a few faint rays of fire were beating on the broken metal edges, as if the ship had the last gasp.  Chief engineer Ellie nova opened her eyes slowly, blurred and heavy. Her forehead ached faintly, and blood oozed from the wound and slid down her cheek. The weightless environment made it difficult for her to tell the direction for a while, and the shattered dashboard and the tools and parts that were suspended in the air made everything around her look so strange and absurd.  She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down. There was not enough oxygen, but she still managed to push her body to one side and try to find a support point. After a brief groping, she finally grabbed a larger piece of debris, tried to get up and began to look around.  "Is there anyone alive? Her voice was so hoarse that she could hardly hear what she said.  Ears are only the slight collision of machine parts and the occasional crackling of current. Her heart sank into the abyss. Communicator -- yes, she needs communicator. She fumbled for the equipment around her waist, only to find that it had been crushed and turned into a worthless pile of scrap iron.  Despair came like an invisible flood, but Ellie shook her head suddenly and suppressed it in her heart. She must act, not run out of time and oxygen here.  She dragged her tired body through the narrow passage, avoiding several dangerous arcs and finally finding a door that was barely able to work. She pulled as much as she could to release the device, and the door finally made a harsh metal friction and opened it slowly. Behind the door, is the ship's emergency refuge area.  Everything in the asylum made her heart sink a little -- cold bodies floating in the air, their eyes empty and desperate, as if the pain before it was still engraved on their faces. But in these tragic scenes, several figures were still shaking.  "Ellie! A hoarse voice called her. It's captain marcus holden.  Marcus doesn't look good. His left arm was wrapped in a temporary tourniquet, pale, but his eyes were still strong. He approached Ellie slowly and held her shoulder. "You're alive, that's enough."  Ellie nodded, looking over marcus and swept to the rest of the area. In addition to marcus, there was shipdoctor leah hensley, three engineers and two scientists. They all looked tired, but they were not fatal.  "How's it going? "Marcus asked, with a hint of anxiety in his voice.  Ellie shook her head and forced herself to answer calmly: "the communication equipment is destroyed, most of the systems are offline, and there is not much oxygen reserve. We... are completely trapped here."  The atmosphere in the refuge zone solidified instantly. Leah looked down at her medical bag and whispered, "at least, we're still alive. It's a miracle."  "Not enough to live." Marcus's tone was cold, but not desperate. "We have to find a way to live, not just for ourselves, but for those who haven't survived."  Ellie took a deep breath and tried to make her voice sound firm. "The ship's structure is badly damaged and the main power module has been completely destroyed. But if we can find backup energy, we may be able to repair some systems. And we need to assess the reserves of food and oxygen as soon as possible."  Marcus nodded. "Time is tight, we have to act. Leah, you first check everyone's physical condition to see if there are any injuries that need to be dealt with immediately. Ellie, come up with me to make a repair plan."  All the survivors began to get busy in the asylum. Everyone carries a heavy sense of mission -- not only to survive, but also to respect life.  Ellie crouched next to a semi-destroyed console, trying to switch on the energy circuit. Her fingertips trembled slightly, more because of stress than fatigue. She knew it was just the beginning. The real test is still ahead. </p><p> The end of chapter 1: "Ellie," marcus said in a low voice, standing behind her, "I know what you're thinking -- we don't know where we are, we don't know if there's any rescue. But anyway, we have to survive."  Ellie looked up and looked out into the universe through the broken porthole. In the endless darkness, there were countless faint stars. She clenched her teeth and nodded. "We'll find a way out."  The universe outside seemed to respond, and the silence was suffocating, but in that silence there was some unknown hope.</p>]]></description>
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