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Philo and Other Poems is a collection that explores reflections of young adulthood. Inviting readers to engage with personal insights on society and human connection.

Through expressive prose, the works showcase themes of nostalgia, love, and loyalty, resonating with the complexities of modern life. Each piece offers a glimpse into the joys or struggles of navigating relationships, memory, and identity, allowing readers to connect with the universal experiences that shape us.

Last year, 17-year-old Tom Riddle, with Dumbledore’s help, was successfully revived.

This year, with Ginny’s help, they set up an elaborate trap to catch Peter the rat.

Memories sealed away for twelve years are gradually resurfacing...

However,

When the avalanche falls, no snowflake is innocent.

Tragedy has already occurred—do we really need to uncover the truth beneath?

Since good intentions could also led to evil deeds, why not let 'the villain' go all the way?

In this cat-and-rat race, who will ultimately show mercy?

The "what-ifs" that never happened will only bring trauma.

Maybe it is time to let the past be truly gone...

The love-hate entanglements of the parent's generation, intertwined with behind-the-scenes stories from Harry's third year.

This story includes my imagined plots of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, Tom Riddle, and many others.

To understand their relationships better, you could first read the prequel, The Secret Of Ginny Weasley & Tom Riddle

Chinese Version:  [HP] 歪腿與班班的故事

Comic of a plague doctor

With Marti Wong's official authorization, this novel is a tribute to the iconic PC games Little Fighterand Little Fighter 2(LF2). Follow Davis on his fantastical adventure through Dreamland, as we delve deeper into the lives of the game's beloved characters. Discover their unique personalities and explore their untold backstories. Join us on this nostalgic journey that's long overdue—it's never too late to begin an adventure."

Author: Jack Forest

English Translation: Oskar Holtz

The kind of things that legends have in common , are great feats in their respective fields , their stories told , stories forgotten and some stories never known , but also that they are all dead .

But a living legend paints this world and molds it as they reach greater heights . Ikuta was going to be such a person , however the reason he became a person with great power was only because of his father .

The very person who created a great line of legends as well as the destroyer of each , the indiscriminate denier .

Ginny Westley / Tom Riddle's story of growing up.

Who is the victim? Who is the persecutors?

The dark side of the magical world begins at school.

A homeless boy and a wannabe independent girl, their relationship is built step by step on campus.

Are they just enemies in a life-or-death struggle?

Amidst the falsehood, there is truth and a cruel fight without hatred.

They, who cannot coexist in this world, are going to...

Thanks @兌現藍 for the cover, she made it using Playground AI.

Chinese version: 金妮與湯姆的秘密

Sequel: The Secret of Crookshanks & Scabbers

i know that your plane was not heading to me ... but I do not know when and how it suddenly fell to my heart  ... And made me discover that I have a heart

Will it be the light in my darkness? Or will my darkness swallow your light?

Translate. of my story... My English is not good So very sorry for any mistakes i made

There's darkness all around, as he sat alone, back against the wall, elbows resting on his knees, staring at the ceiling, wishing it was a dream, wishing it weren't real, wishing she was here, clenching and unclenching his fist, if only he'd been a better man, if only he'd been half the man she needed him to be. If only he could be able... Able to show love like she needed him to.

Why the hell does he need to screw up everything good in his life, and it ain't like she hadn't given him more than one chance to become the man she always said she knew he is.

His fingers gripping the neck of the bottle of jack, the gold liquor hitting his throat as he tried to wash down the feeling of failure, heartbreak, of misery, despair. It felt like there was this intense pressure in his chest, as he recalled the conversation that led to this moment, she stood there, tear stains on her cheeks "Dean .." she sounded broken, "why... Why do you always have to do this? Why do you always have to run towards danger?" His voice gruff "babe it's important, I'm saving people... I'm saving people" he repeated.

Shaking her head "what about saving us? What about staying for once?" He walked closer towards her, "I have to do this, It's who I am darling..." In frustration she grunted, "you're so much more than this, more than the man your father said you are... Dean, listen to me, don't go..."

He saw the desperation in her eyes, the pleading in her voice, as he stood there in front of her, she took his hands, held onto him, her voice cracking "please, don't do this .." his thumb brushed over her knuckles, determination in his voice "I have to... This is just something I have to do." She let go of his hands, fear in her tone, "you're going to get yourself killed Dean and for what, keeping your father happy?"

He huffed "you wouldn't understand, I promised him..." She didn't let him finish that sentence, instead she raised her voice "fine!" She looked at him a pained expression expression "I'm done trying, I can't anymore Dean"

Confusion evident as he looked at her, "w-what do you mean by that?" She hissed back "I'm done staying here, hoping you'd come home safely, unharmed... I can't do that anymore" his jaw clenched "what? You knew who I was, I am when we started out"

She shook her head "Dean you don't get it do you, You come home every time, torn to pieces, about what you had to do, you've become a shell of the man I fell in love with," his frustration evident "that's not true"

The last thing she said as she left that day was "you know it's true" and he hasn't seen her since.

His hand brushed through his hair, he knew it was true, he wasn't the same man he was before, he truly has become a shadow of who he once was, but he couldn't tell her she was right ... Why didn't he beg her to stay? Why did he let her walk out that day! Every time he closes his eyes it's like he can't breathe, seeing her pained expression, the tears in her eyes, the fear in her voice, he suddenly throws the bottle against the wall, screaming in frustration, in anger. Watching as the shards of glass shatter against the wall, tears in the corners of his emerald eyes, a hoarse, desperate whisper falling from his plump lips, "I should've said the words you wanted to here baby, I should've been better, but now instead I'm torn to pieces by the memory of you, of what we could've been... Wishing like hell I stayed, wishing I were half the man you'd wanted me to be" he let out a defeated grunt, knowing the only place he'll ever see you again are the memories replaying over and over in his mind, because even if it is tearing him to pieces, he knows your

not coming back.

I was no king, but to call me 𝗠𝗶𝗱𝗮𝘀 was no mistake. Still, I fancied myself an artist, a creator, bending the truth to be called 𝗣𝗶𝗰𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗼.

But all I really am is nothing more than a coward. I am neither a king nor an artist. So I shall run. Run from the truth, run from My Rose, and myself.

Because I 𝗗𝗶𝗱 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 to myself!!!

To them...

I know that your plane was not heading to me ... but I do not know when and how it suddenly fell to my heart  ... And made me discover that I have a heart

Will it be the light in my darkness? Or will my darkness swallow your light

اعلم ان وجهة طائرتك لم تكن الي... لكن لا اعلم كيف و متى هبطت على قلبي  ... لاكتشف اخيرا اني امتلك واحدا

هل ستكون الضوء في عتمتي؟.... ام ان عتمتي ستتبتلع ضوءك؟

There is an English vers of the story Maybe it not good or not at the required level ... But you can see it in my account  If you  want..

Lily Valley , a fortunate Immortal to be able to live in a very ancient time when the poison that dwells in her body was viewed as vengeful spirits who kill those who harm her . She lived in villages and thanks to that belief they prayed to her as if she was a higher being .

Even in this modern era she kept her power even obtaining technology through the poisons in her body . But as a threat for carrying so many ancient diseases and poison to the world , she was cast out into another .

In a world where the past and present collide, Natee is a charismatic and wealthy young master whose life seems perfect. Born into a prestigious family with endless resources, he has everything anyone could ever dream of—except true love. Confident, powerful, and undeniably handsome, he appears to have it all, but beneath his flawless exterior lies a man yearning for something more than just luxury and status.Enter Tawan, a cute and humble worker who, through a mysterious twist of fate, finds himself transported back in time to Natee’s world. With no way to return to his own time, Tawan must navigate the intricacies of this unfamiliar, wealthy society, where everything is opulent and foreign. However, his genuine heart and unassuming nature quickly capture the attention of Natee, who is intrigued by Tawan’s innocence and warmth in a world so full of superficiality.As Tawan’s charm begins to break down the walls surrounding Natee’s heart, the two men find themselves in a whirlwind of emotions—one born of deep connection and passion. But their love is far from simple. Natee is bound by his family’s legacy and the expectations of his social circle, while Tawan struggles to find his place in a world that is not his own. In this story of time travel, love, and destiny, Tawan must decide if he can truly belong in Natee’s world, or if he will be destined to remain a stranger in time.Can Natee, the master of his wealthy world, accept Tawan as the true master of his heart? Or will time itself tear them apart before they can discover the love they were meant to share?