#Desafio 278

R.L. Stine (1943–) is the master of youthful terror, creator of the Goosebumps and Fear Street series. With humor, suspense and creativity, he conquered millions of young readers worldwide, turning fear into fun. His enveloping writing opened doors for generations to enter the universe of reading. The Queen of the Ball: <a href="https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1302">Here! </a> #RLStine #literunico #terrorjuvenil

Good morning... Or would it be good afternoon? Maybe good night. That's right. Good... Anyway, time's been playing with me, Shuffle watches, It mixes the sky and the ground. And I, lost in time, I don't even know what day it is anymore. What time is it?

#Desafio 277

Imagine you're an ordinary young man, going to high school, getting ready for the SATs, with your girlfriend and your friends. Then you decide to take a vacation and your life changes completely. In fact, the world changes completely. Worse still, the world as you know, ceases to exist, replaced by a new reality. And ironically, this new world that massacred yours will depend on your choices to continue to exist. What would you do? Ascension is the first book of the Atlantis saga: The Prophecy, a fantastic story that tells about empires, sword fights, space battles, but that first of all talks about love, friendship, commitment and maturity, these things that will make a difference in the victory or defeat of chaos. The physical book of Atlantis, The Prophecy - Book 1: Ascension is available here at the Literunic store. If you prefer the e-book, it's on Amazon. Ah, Book 1 is running for the Literary Literature Award, so by October 31, I will be posting the chapters on My Page weekly here on the platform. Many will be available free of charge, and those who are paid are overpriced so that you know this post-apocalyptic national fantasy.

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She is beautiful Toddler's face Mischievous and passionate Her eyes shine They are the lights and the love Canary, Hummingbird Your song Your touch Love Naughty girl Discovering a part of the world The borders open With the sound Nightingale, Great Kiskadee Your body Your dance Warmth I want Translated hugs Smiles in tongues Local coffee And goodbye kisses. * Ela é linda Carinha de muleca Arteira e apaixonante Seus olhos Brilham São as luzes e o amor Canarinha, Colibri Teu canto Teu toque Amor Sapeca menina Descobrindo uma parte do mundo As fronteiras se abrem Com o som Rouxinol, Bem-te-vi Teu corpo Tua dança Calor Eu quero Abraço traduzidos Sorrisos em línguas Café local E beijos de despedida ~*~ JJr.

In novels such as Happened in the Alps and Assignment in Brittany, united suspense, political intrigue and characters full of ethical dilemmas. His agile and realistic writing made room for female presence in a gender dominated by men, conquering readers all over the world. It happened in the Alps: <a href="https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1301">Here! </a> #HelenMacInnes #literunico #suspense

Father - Corporal Mendes, he still doesn't want to cooperate. A voice dripping with sarcasm. He couldn't take it anymore, but he couldn't say anything else. The commander was smiling - or so he imagined, for he could no longer distinguish the blurs between the swelling of the open eyelid and the blood that flooded the retina. - What? Since yesterday, Commander. He won't open his mouth. What do we do? Yesterday. Such a distant day. He didn't remember going to sleep, but he remembered waking up kicking. "How hard it is to wake up quietly" - You know what I think, Corporal Mendes? - What? I think I can guess, Commander. You want me to go get the turquoise? Maybe he hasn't figured out what "pain" is yet. New laughter, satisfied and eager for the next steps. He tried not to forget why he was there. He tried to keep, on the immense screen of projection of his mind, that image of the sun rising behind the green mountains, of the land that one day swore to live and die, swore to fertilize and make productive. - What? Yes, yes, Corporal... Then bring him the pain. "Bring the pain" He remembered the face of his Love, smiling, with loose hair and in the wind. It was with that face in mind that he wanted to say goodbye to this world... A new slap came to wake you from the daydreams: - What? You're not gonna say anything, motherfucker? You know you're already dead, right? You're not leaving here anymore. "Perhaps life is a fait accompli", but, no; that is not how the words came to mind. Now it made no difference: it was important to keep those he loved safe. A sharp, pointed object ripped a finger from her; that finger that played the most beautiful songs for her in the net at sunset. Pain was no longer material; his body was no longer his indeed. "Resist the cuckoo." The pain was exhilarating, but the worst part was knowing that I would never go back to seeing those black eyes and that mouth that had so often made him lose his mind - and I just hoped that all that suffering was not in vain. I wouldn't say another word. Enough of what I couldn't bear. - What? I'm trying to help you, you know... I know you wanted to be in your house... But what good is good will? You really suck. You're scum. I heard laughter, echoing in the dizziness of the quiet night. The laughter that broke the silence was blended to the letter. "All this silence stuns me" And it was better this way: the torpor helped him abstract the pain that was still coming. The desperation of the body, still so rooted in the struggle for life that - he knew - was no longer worth anything. You heard the bite from the turquoise blades. They spread his legs. Kicks and pins and pointed objects hitting the lower parts. The turquoise tinkle, voracious, coming to bite and smash everything I saw ahead. He smelled a new smell between blood and dread: burned. His forehead burned under the hot iron. "Smell of diesel oil smoke" Do you know why we're marking you? Because you're nothing but cattle, you hear me? GADO. You obey the damn communists who want to make this country a new Cuba. A new Russia. A new Chile. Not here! "So much lies, so much brute force" New blow to the temple. All of a sudden, everything's gone silent. "Silence in the city can't be heard" For a moment, laughter gave way to nothing. And in the middle of nowhere, the voice of the beloved was able to stand out: - Don't weaken. Maybe the world isn't small. Soon, we will meet in another reality, less dead. How sweet was the voice of his beloved!... He drew a slight smile as he remembered; his mouth was already toothless and with a swollen tongue. And then he felt between the legs that the turquoise worked. An inhuman scream. On the ground, a slippery sea, "blood dye." - Oh, you know what? This one won't be able to say anything, anyway. He just wanted to go back to the world of his dreams. Go back to dreaming about your love in a cheetah dress, calling for lunch. He wanted to try that mouth and that body again, "die of my own poison." The corporal sticks the knife in his neck, trying to separate the body from the mind. "deep in the throat" "the knife no longer cuts" He's about to lose for good. "lose your head for good." I miss you. Feeling never again. Last memories of those black eyes. They'll be crying now, knowing their fate. Balbucia, almost inaudible: - Get away... from me... But the commander no longer has patience. Pull the colt, pull the trigger: - Shut up.

Xico Sá (1962–) is a Brazilian writer, journalist and chronicler, known for his irreverent and humorous language. Author of works such as Big Jet and Male Modes & Female Modes, portrays with irony and affection the contradictions of everyday life, love, mania and popular culture. His direct and witty writing became a mark of contemporary Brazilian literature. Big jet: <a href="https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1299">Here! </a> #XicoSá #literunico #literatura

His daring work challenged dogmas and opened paths to reason, justice and emancipation of thought. Rameau's nephew: <a href="https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1300">Here! </a> #DenisDiderot #literunico #filosofia

The double bass in the middle of the room If I shut up, it's because I don't care. If I give you space, it's because I don't like it. If I look, it's because I'm pushing. If I pretend it's okay, it's because I'm covert. I'm tired of being a monster. To end happy lives and marriages. Of not being understood, To be feared as a predator, About to end the sanity of decent people. I'm tired of being wrong. To assault even when I do nothing. Being the boring, the cranky, the inflexible. The fucking insufferable autistic. I don't want to think about anything or anyone anymore. I want to think of myself. What's left of me. And you who read me, don't fool yourselves: I am a despicable being, who even You have the nerve to pretend to be a good person. While I destroy hearts and minds around me. Me, the vile, the evil, the crook. Which, even without doing anything, gets in the way. Which, even silent, offends. Really quiet. Don't expect me to be a piano, Tailed, shiny, giving glamour to the environment: I'm the ugly, the rude, the aggressive. The eternal inconvenience. What bothers you but can't be expelled. The double bass in the middle of the room. If I sing, everyone will realize how expendable I am, And if you pull my strings, I will become even more a large and useless baggage. All this, until the day you're gone, In which no one else can hear from me (Not that anyone will come to me one day, I know) Until the day my severe harsh and intruding They no longer invade anyone's sweet life. And then, yes, they'll say that deep down, I was even a good soul, I would even serve a purpose, Or that it could be useful for someone's happiness. And one day, I know, someone will say, with crocodile tears, How good that boy was.

<h5><span style='color: #00aaff;'> Rose Memory ~ Written by Hinai</h5>XZLIT4ZXQRead the full idea: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/ideas/memoria-das-rosas-escrito-por-hinai-68e285d618766'>Click here</a>QZLIT7ZXQ

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#PoemasdarecordaçãoZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1339'><strong>Remember Poems</strong></a></p>ZLIT15ZXQXQZLIT16ZX<br /> #Desafio365Livros<br /> <br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where poetry is born of pain and memory.<br /> <br /> This book takes beauty away from pain. Poems have much of the feminine and black experience, many refer to a matriarchal structure in which older women pass their teachings to younger ones. I also used it a lot for my students. <br /> <br /> #Desafio365Postagens<br /> Day 232</p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#OônibusdeRosaZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1338'><strong>The bus from Rosa</strong></a>ZLIT14ZXQ<p>#Link365TemasLivrosXZLIT17ZXQ #Desafio365Livros<br /> <br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where a man's life is confused with the struggle of a people, and the biography becomes a mirror of history. <br /> <br /> That's a bit of a joke, isn't it? A man's life? I will indicate this book here, in which a woman's life is confused with the struggle of a people and her biography becomes a mirror of history. I used this book a lot in storytelling in the library. A grandfather is the narrator, he tells his grandson he witnessed when Rosa Parks refused to get up to give way to a white man on the bus. Of course, a simple silent negative ended up generating an immense repercussion and, after much movement of the black population, the segregation of buses in the United States was extinguished. <br /> <br /> #Desafio365Postagens<br /> Day 231</p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#AmordeadolescenteQZLIT3Z</h5>QZLIT5ZXQ<strong>Reading Status:</strong> Lido</p>ZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1337'><strong>A teenager's love?</strong></a>QZLIT14ZXQQZLIT15ZXQXQZLIT16ZX<br /> #Desafio365Livros<br /> <br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where adolescence appears as a space for discoveries and conflicts. <br /> <br /> I had already indicated the third of this trilogy in the challenge (my favorite). But the first one is also very nice. The book was written when the author herself was a teenager and the story grew with her. It's a very beautiful novel.<br /> <br /> #Desafio365Postagens<br /> Day 230</p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#MénageatroisZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1336'><strong>Ménage a trois</strong></a></p>ZLIT15ZXQXQZLIT16ZX<br /> #Desafio365Livros<br /> <br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where poetry dares to sing desire in its freest form, transforming affections into aesthetic gesture and resistance. <br /> <br /> I don't think I've finished reading this book, always picked up some poems. I have to finish. I like her themes and her poetic language. <br /> <br /> #Desafio365Postagens<br /> Day 229</p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#EnquantoeurespirarZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1335'><strong>While I breathe</strong></a>ZLIT14ZXQ<p>#Link365TemasLivrosXZLIT17ZXQ #Desafio365Livros<br /> <br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where loneliness becomes a poetic voice. <br /> <br /> This book has tales and poems written from the pain of loss and mourning, two types of loneliness that I know well. It's a very good and very sad book. <br /> <br /> #Desafio365Postagens<br /> Day 228</p>

<h5><span style='color: red;'>#MeapaixonandopelomeuchefeinsuportávelZLIT3Z</h5><p>QZLIT6ZXQReading Status:</strong> Lido</p>QZLIT9ZXQBook Details: <a href='https://www.literunico.com.br/books/1334'><strong>Me falling in love with my unbearable boss</strong>ZLIT13ZXQ</p>ZLIT15ZXQ#Link365TemasLivrosZLIT17ZXQ #Desafio365Livros<br /> <br /> <br /> Comment on the Library in a book where there are conflicting cultures.<br /> <br /> I couldn't find any book with conflicting cultures that I've read that I haven't used in this challenge. So let's focus on the conflict, which, in this case, is between boss and secretary. And there's quite a conflict, of course, and quite hot. It's an interesting book, even cliché. <br /> <br /> #Desafio365Postagens<br /> Day 227</p>

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