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Saturday, February 15, 2025

I Don't Want A Conspiracy!

New Chapter 3 of the mystical short story “Either My Son Or Nobody”

THE SUN was setting, as if bestowing gifts of rays on everything around.

In late spring, there are periods when the last rays of the passing day remain for those who take the time to see them.

However, the beautiful, warm evening did not impress the woman sitting on the threshold of her house.



Children, chickens, and piglets ran around her — just a pastoral dream. But she paid no attention to anyone. Hatred was the only thing she felt now, a bitter, gnawing presence that had settled deep within her. The hatred had grown from years of toil, unacknowledged sacrifices, and dreams deferred.


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She was in her early thirties, yet the weight of her life had etched deep lines on her face, each telling a story of toil and sacrifice. Her hair, once vibrant and full of life, was now tied back in a weary bun, strands escaping to frame her face. This gave her a disheveled appearance that mirrored her inner turmoil.

Raised in a peasant family, she was always accustomed to hard work. Marrying a wealthy farmer promised a different life, but instead of relief, she was trapped in a relentless cycle of labor.

While her husband employed others to tend to the fields, she was left to manage the household alone, her days filled with the unending tasks of cooking, cleaning, and preserving the harvest. Her hands, calloused and rough, were a testament to her dedication, yet they constantly reminded her of her unfulfilled dreams.

The house around her reflected her diligence—shelves stocked with jars of preserved fruits and vegetables, herbs hanging from the rafters, and the rich aroma of smoked meats wafting through the air. It was a sanctuary of abundance, yet it felt like a prison to her. Each can of food, each meticulously prepared meal, was a silent echo of the sacrifices she had made and the dreams she had deferred.

Continue reading: https://lwpbooks.substack.com/p/i-dont-want-a-conspiracy

The Last Supper Club

 We live in a world where notices bring something bad to our lives every day. This story wants to see this problem from another point of view. I will present you with the first part of it.

The Last Supper Club. We live in a world where notices bring something bad to our lives every day. This story wants to see this problem from another point of view. I will present you with the first part of it.

Act 1 — The Seeds of Discontent (and Dinner)

The air in Harmony Falls hung heavy, thick with a dread that clung to the skin like humidity on a summer day. It wasn't just the unsettling news reports blaring from every radio and television, each painting a fresh tableau of global catastrophe. It was something deeper, a primal fear that whispered in the rustling leaves and lurked in the shadows of quiet streets.

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People moved nervously, their smiles strained, their eyes darting to empty shelves as if the apocalypse could be staved off with enough canned beans. Whispers replaced friendly chatter in the grocery store aisles, each hushed conversation revolving around the same grim topic: the coming war.

Neighbors, once jovial and relaxed, now exchanged worried glances over picket fences, their small talk replaced with anxious speculation. “Did you hear?” they'd murmur, leaning closer, “Old Man Hemlock's dog hasn't barked in three days.” Or, “They say the hunters went up Black Ridge and found the woods crawling with snakes, all heading down the mountain. A sure sign, they say, a sure sign.”

Continue reading: https://lwpbooks.substack.com/p/the-last-supper-club

Monday, February 10, 2025

All Books on Sale up to -36

To celebrate Feb. 14 and my birthday, I changed the prices of all my books on Amazon. They are now up to 36% off. This offer is valid throughout February.


If you like to read about the mysteries that really happened in life (and for this reason, are maybe not those sweeties you can find elsewhere), the mysteries without their “logical” end — like in romantic romances where all the stories finish with “They got married and lived happily ever after and died on the same day”, stories that make you think about how could this exist? How could something like this happen? You will probably like this series: https://amzn.to/4jTfqU0

I changed the prices of all my books on Amazon. They are now up to 36% off. This offer is valid throughout February.  If you like to read about the mysteries that really happened in life (and for this reason, are maybe not those sweeties you can find elsewhere),

I wrote new chapters for the first book, “Either My Son Or Nobody,” but they have not yet been added to the paperback. I'll change it when I finish all the chapters. The new chapters are just published here: https://lwpbooks.substack.com/

If you want to purchase my books directly in digital formats, contact me at liudmila.books@gmail.com


Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Those Eyes Behind The Glass Door

A new story about the signs the subconscious sends us to explain what happens and to correct the problems we have in life. Chapter 1.

The Hard Truths of Growing Up

Adulthood tiptoed into Chloe's life, a subtle shift that blended seamlessly into her daily routine. She couldn't pinpoint exactly when it started—perhaps it was the day she signed her first lease, or maybe it was the moment she found herself juggling bills, each paycheck seemingly evaporating before her eyes. The realization struck her one quiet morning when she glanced around and noticed her childhood friends had faded into the background, each of their lives taking paths she couldn’t quite follow.

Chloe was the kind of person who didn’t complain. Raised in a warm, loving family, she understood that good behavior and gratitude were simply part of who she was. She was the girl who never forgot a thank-you note, who held doors for strangers, and who took pride in a tidy kitchen. She believed these habits formed her armor against the harshness of the world. She clung to the mantra: be kind, work hard, and do the right thing; surely, the world would respond in kind.

But it didn’t.

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https://lwpbooks.substack.com/p/those-eyes-behind-the-glass-door


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Those Eyes Behind The Glass Door - A new story about the signs the subconscious sends us to explain what happens and to correct the problems


Sunday, December 29, 2024

Exploring a Mother’s Character and Motivations

In the captivating narrative of "Either My Son or Nobody," readers are introduced to a complex mother whose desires and actions shape the story’s drama. At the heart of the plot lies a fascinating dynamic: a mother’s relentless ambition to secure a particular future for her son, even if it means venturing into morally ambiguous territory. This article delves into the mother's character, examining her motivations, personality traits, and the lengths she is willing to go to achieve her goals.

In the captivating narrative of "Either My Son or Nobody," readers are introduced to a complex mother whose desires and actions shape the story’s drama.

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