Yaj Imagination

“2246: Extinction” by Yaj Imagination

/* Note: This story depicts a dystopian age. */ Mankind has done it. They’ve achieved the farthest end of the human discovery no human before had ever discovered. A gas-like matter no one can touch by hand, but visible in the naked eye. Forming in the shape of fire, but with the hotness capable of scorching none. The source of the vast amount of pure energy stored in a single sphere, capable of transmuting itself any element its wielder wishes. The sphere of Mana. It was discovered as the foundation of this very world,...

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“A river journey ” by Yaj Imagination

Submitted to Contest #98

A storm was brewing in the dark night, and the treacherous path of the Ulk River rocks the tiny boat ridden by a couple racing for the nearest village doctor. Only the small burning oil lantern gave minimum light to their path, and everything else was a hindrance. The wind blows from the directions they want to take, and the currents drive them back to where they came from. But even in the harshes weather, the strong man paddles with all his might, going against the current. Having a pregnant wife about to give birth was the only thing in hi...

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“The library's secret” by Yaj Imagination

Submitted to Contest #91

A pool of blood, a dead body lying on the cold floor, and a man standing confused of what just he had seen. It was something he did not expect upon waking up, and to his mind, he knew he was supposed to be in a library.Yet there he was, looking at the scene that seemed familiar to him.He was just an ordinary man that works as a teacher that decided to visit a usual library near the university. But he was never the type of person that would do such henious crime.Rather than being violent, he was more of a gentle giant, a man that all his stud...

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“The rejected apple” by Yaj Imagination

Submitted to Contest #90

You can never tell something's value just by one look, for sometimes what is trash for others is gold for another. In a small hill behind the school, a little girl sits on the grassy field looking weary. She had puffy eyes, runny nose, and salty water falls within her eyes as she hold an apple close into her heart. It was now a rejected apple, which she once thought could help her make friends. Yet the other children only laugh at was she brought, for they were too spoiled with gadgets and toys, and couldn't understand the true worth of an a...

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“The beast” by Yaj Imagination

Submitted to Contest #84

Want to know what a crappy life means? You asked the right person! For me, it's... this! What you're asking is basically the definition of my life. Force to get out of bed with an annoying phone alarm that I set my self to just basically continue my sleep in the end until the tenth alarm destroys the only dream that puts a grin on my lips. And the first things I had in my hands the moment I fully wake up in the late morning isn't a spoon for a hearty breakfast nor a heavy dumbbell to get back into shape but a phone where the only th...

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“I am a hero” by Yaj Imagination

Submitted to Contest #84

Hi, I'm Carlos Arsene. And what I'm about to tell you is a secret I've been hiding eversince I had gotten my abilities. I am the super hero called Mighty Carlos, the saviour of bluecarb town! No, I'm not lying! I always help those who are in need! Believe me! You could ask the old lady at the flowershop, the security guard on the school, the mailman or that dude selling newspaper in the morning! Everyone in town knows who I am, the mighty Carlos and they always ask me for help. As a super hero, my job is to ease their burden with all of my...

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“Trapped heart” by Yaj Imagination

Submitted to Contest #83

To experience love is to experience to getting hurt.It's already a given.But it, happening to me countless times, wasn't really what I had dreamt of. Especially when getting hurt is more often than experiencing that butterflies in your chest.The memories of the heartbreaks will haunt you to the point all you can do is cry on a moment of bliss.It occurs to me a lot that even as I wake up in the hammock of vines, I still find myself in tears for it was still loitering as a dream.Watering the garden, and wandering down the beach, no matter what...

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