What if lovefound you before you were ready to understand it?What if the right timenever comes unless you make it?

What ifsilencewas safer — but saying nothing meant losing everything?Is lovestill beautiful to you, even when it doesn’t stay?A story of almost,eventually.

After years of tirelessly chasing the fast-paced life, Thiên Lam—a twenty-year-old girl—suddenly realized that she was exhausted. The burdens of life, the suffocating city, and the endless pressures had drained her. She decided to leave it all behind. A small wooden house in the middle of vast flower fields became her refuge—a place where only the wind, flowers, and peaceful days existed.

Here, she learned to love herself again, cherish the smallest moments, and find joy in the simplest things.

This is the English translation of one of my Vietnamese novels:"Những Ngày Bình Yên Giữa Cánh Đồng Hoa"

"Ring! Ring!""I'm coming!" Who is here at this hour?He pondered. He got out of bed at 9 PM and walked over to the doorbell camera. "What?" On the other side was a beautiful Japanese woman.She had beautiful white skin, with beautiful black eyes and beautiful black hair with red stripes on both sides of her head. She looked so serious, yet she had such a blissful and excited aura of hers. She stood almost as if all of her gears in a machine were running all at once trying not to go too fast and fly out.As he opened the door, she outstretched her hand through the small slit in between the door and the door frame.As the door opened fully, she held out her hand expecting a handshake and said,"こんにちは。" (Hello.)"What!?"He was so confused, and his brain was as empty as his stomach. Just as he attempted to outstretch his arm, he slightly tilted forwards before falling backwards and passing out in front of this random Japanese woman."はぁ？！" (Huh?!)She said before she rushed to his side and caught him before his head smashed against the wooden floor.________________________________________________________________________「リン！リン！」

"I'm coming!" (今行くよ！)こんな時間に誰だろう？彼は考えた。午後9時にベッドから起きて、玄関のドアベルカメラのところへ向かった。

"What?" (えっ？) 反対側には、美しい日本人女性が立っていた。

彼女は美しい白い肌をしており、美しい黒い瞳と、頭の両側に赤いラインが入った美しい黒髪を持っていた。とても真剣な表情をしていたが、どこか幸せでワクワクしたオーラを放っていた。まるで、すべての歯車が同時に動きながらも、暴走しないように必死で制御されているかのように立っていた。

彼がドアを開けると、彼女はドアと枠の隙間から手を差し出してきた。

ドアが完全に開くと、彼女は握手を求めるように手を差し出しながら言った。

「こんにちは。」

"What!?"(えっ！？)

彼はとても混乱し、頭の中は空っぽ、まるで空腹の胃のようだった。手を差し出そうとしたその瞬間、体が少し前に傾き、そのまま後ろへ倒れて気を失ってしまった。目の前の見知らぬ日本人女性の前で。

「はぁ？！」彼女は叫んで、すぐに彼の元へ駆け寄り、彼の頭が木の床に打ちつけられる前に抱きとめた。

My chemistry teacher in eighth grade said that all elements donate or accept electrons because they want to achieve stability, same way we humans work hard, get jobs, get married and have a stable life.

Now dive into the lives of 118 element people, blending these concepts and living their lives, and see little glimpses of their own attempts.

(NOTE: Time periods jump like crazy. Ch 1 happens in 2041 and ch 2 happens in the 1990's I think.)

She gave her heart to the wrong man—but fate had someone else waiting in the storm

This story follows Mizuha’s daily life at her new high school, including her friendships and the challenges she faces. It also features the stories of her friends, exploring their backgrounds and past experiences.

A kobold, space marine and steampunk pirate walks into a bar...

Bartholomew "Bart" Thatcher's tavern has survived five years of interdimensional war when buildings twice its size were reduced to rubble. The clock keeps perfect time, the drinks still bstilpatron's throats, and "last call" remains a negotiable concept.

When three battle-worn soldiers from opposing factions arrive one night (a fire-breathing kobold, a space marine and a steampunk privateer), they bring news that make Bart reconsider closing for the night.

Not that anything matter much when reality itself is tearing apart at the seams.

As Bart serves drinks to former enemies, their shared stories reveal the cosmic joke of their five-year conflict. But when they step outside to a world where nothing worth fighting for remains, only one question lingers:

Who won?

Does it even matter?

A slice-of-life tale set in a bar at the end of everything, where the drinks are strong, the company is strange, and the counter is always clean. Clean-adjacent. Not dirty.

Synopsis

I have no pursuits, nor prefer to be involved in the war between Moirae and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth. But it seems like Naifei’len has no chance to avoid the erosion of this war.

A farewell to jokes. That’s where my journey begins.

The Land of Eleven Seasons bears the weight of legends and sagas for thousands of years, with heroes and civilians building the history with bloodshed, sweat, and tears. There are too many stories to be told on this land, but this time isn’t about all those great wars or political tussles.

This time, this time is just a journal, written by a normal man who could never be imagined as a hero, during the time he left his hometown to avoid wars.

All the villages in the field of Fei’nen had been eroded by blood and fire within the war between Moirae the human nation and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth, and Naifei’len, the place he grew up, was no exception.

On the last night, the villagers were holding a farewell event and deciding which sides they would join. As a human, he was supposed to join the human side against the other kinds reasonably. But he had chosen the hardest way—he chose to escape from wars.

His name is Smith Smith, the second most unique name in this world. On the last night before ‘The Great War in Fei’nen’, he bade farewell to jokes, then began his grand tour to find a peaceful living place.

He organised the tales he had heard during the journey into many independent extremely short stories and put them in this book. Just to provide some simple leisure for the customers in his bar.

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This book is under my big project: “The Land of Eleven Seasons” archives, only this isn’t heavily relevant to the main storyline. I thought before continuing the main story, I should experience the world I had created myself while keeping my writing going. Thus, instead of the protagonists' legend, I chose Tales of The Land of Eleven Seasons, a series of independent extremely short stories written by a normal hick under a stormy era, as my first publication. Meanwhile, to improve myself as a writer to advance the epic, engaging, saga I have been dreaming of accomplishing.

So if you’re looking for a grand, dramatic, journey about war, freedom, and religion which you’re going to obsess with once you turn the page, I’m afraid this book can’t meet your needs. You’re going to have to wait for a while, sorry for that sincerely.

However, if what you’re searching for is some little things to relax after a hard-working day, or to read some stories before sleep (Perhaps even to make it as your children’s bedtime story if you’re not against letting your kids know some dark side in their early age, who knows?) or you’re my kind of people who loves stories but find it hard to maintain focus, or even better if you’re also an ambitious writer trying to gain some idea through short paragraph stories.

Then, I humbly invite you to take a look at this fellow’s travelling journal.

Synopsis

I have no pursuits, nor prefer to be involved in the war between Moirae and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth. But it seems like Naifei’len has no chance to avoid the erosion of this war.

A farewell to jokes. That’s where my journey begins.

The Land of Eleven Seasons bears the weight of legends and sagas for thousands of years, with heroes and civilians building the history with bloodshed, sweat, and tears. There are too many stories to be told on this land, but this time isn’t about all those great wars or political tussles.

This time, this time is just a journal, written by a normal man who could never be imagined as a hero, during the time he left his hometown to avoid wars.

All the villages in the field of Fei’nen had been eroded by blood and fire within the war between Moirae the human nation and The Kingdom of Fathiyeth, and Naifei’len, the place he grew up, was no exception.

On the last night, the villagers were holding a farewell event and deciding which sides they would join. As a human, he was supposed to join the human side against the other kinds reasonably. But he had chosen the hardest way—he chose to escape from wars.

His name is Smith Smith, the second most unique name in this world. On the last night before ‘The Great War in Fei’nen’, he bade farewell to jokes, then began his grand tour to find a peaceful living place.

He organised the tales he had heard during the journey into many independent extremely short stories and put them in this book. Just to provide some simple leisure for the customers in his bar.

————

This book is under my big project: “The Land of Eleven Seasons” archives, only this isn’t heavily relevant to the main storyline. I thought before continuing the main story, I should experience the world I had created myself while keeping my writing going. Thus, instead of the protagonists' legend, I chose Tales of The Land of Eleven Seasons, a series of independent extremely short stories written by a normal hick under a stormy era, as my first publication. Meanwhile, to improve myself as a writer to advance the epic, engaging, saga I have been dreaming of accomplishing.

So if you’re looking for a grand, dramatic, journey about war, freedom, and religion which you’re going to obsess with once you turn the page, I’m afraid this book can’t meet your needs. You’re going to have to wait for a while, sorry for that sincerely.

However, if what you’re searching for is some little things to relax after a hard-working day, or to read some stories before sleep (Perhaps even to make it as your children’s bedtime story if you’re not against letting your kids know some dark side in their early age, who knows?) or you’re my kind of people who loves stories but find it hard to maintain focus, or even better if you’re also an ambitious writer trying to gain some idea through short paragraph stories.

Then, I humbly invite you to take a look at this fellow’s travelling journal.

|SEASON 1 OF BILL AND THE WHISTLING DEATH|

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A troubled veteran attempts to forget the past by volunteering at Patriots Point Naval and Maritime Museum, but it proves difficult when he's close to the plane that changed his life forever--the Corsair.

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Retired Navy pilot William Beckington never planned to move on after The Incident and has lived with the guilt for seventy years. After failed attempts with PTSD counselors, his daughter recommends that he begin volunteering on the aircraft carrier CV-10 in Charleston, South Carolina. Reluctantly, Bill agrees, but his decision proves difficult when he stumbles back into the world of Corsairs, the plane he'd rather forget.

Seeing that The Incident still haunts him, Bill's new friends attempt to help him remember his long-lost joy; he attends Bulldog Tours, learns the stories of other veterans, and strangely finds himself near the Corsair more than he would like.

While nothing will free his mind from the traumatizing Incident, Bill must find a way to push past his grief and guilt to live the life he is meant to live--and rekindle his best friend's legacy before he succumbs.

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*There is a queer side character in this story, but it remains relatively quiet and is not the story's primary focus.**Moral Lesson: "Loss hurts, but it's not the end of the world."**Word Count: 50,000-52,000*

Are you curious about the airplanes we have at Patriots Point? Feel free to check them out! https://www.patriotspoint.org/things-to-do/aircraft

Too bulky for a sidearm, too small for a proper rifle—behold, the Half-Spec Blaster. Too heftty for a quick draw, yet underwhelming at range—versatile, but never truly mastering any single role. But that’s just fine. Embracing this peculiar weapon, I, Narwhal—station drifter, low-rank mercenary, and certified expert in staying out of trouble—have a dream. A dream of living simply. With my powers, I could challenge warlords, take on high-risk contracts, and shape the galaxy with secret knowledge. But I won’t. Work moderately, survive well—that’s the ideal life in the void! Small-time guild jobs. The occasional space hunt. Food that doesn’t taste like recycled rations. If I can be of some use along the way? Good enough. This is the tale of a man drifting through the stars, clinging to a blaster that never excels in any one area… and an adventure that avoids too much adventure.

From an orphan garbage picking to the manager of a successful chain of cafes? Huh?

Yup, you got that right.

Her name? Susan Sullivan. As simple as a person could be, but talented in a completely different manner. Climbing THAT ladder of success was hard, I agree. But it was worth it. From a no one to The One and Only, from rags to riches, from an invisible waitress to that one hanging out with celebrities; it was a journey, I must say, yes, a journey.

An unforgettable one.

Echo Raine finds himself in a city called Selonika. He realizes this city is a utopia, for the people are welcoming and there seems to be no form of currency. He learns that everyone who lives in the city is dead, including himself, and houses appear out of thin air, containing the past memories of its inhabitants.

He's told that his house is the most depressing one in Selonika, and that he has a choice to make. He can either let the house crumble to dust and live with someone else, or he can face the traumatic horrors living inside it. He visits the central park and encounters a hidden path that leads to a cherry blossom tree, where he finds a beautiful, soft-spoken violinist named Violet Elysora.