eBooks „protection“
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Jones M
The Crystal
Book One
- Fantasy
- English
- 126570 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 1380
- 6
...five people entered the Starbucks cafe. I visibly frowned.
They all wore black hoodies and black sunglasses, earning themselves looks of suspicion from me.
"Who do you think they could be?" Rachel asked, and I shrugged in reply.
"I don't know, but I think they may be murderers."
"Who do you think they are?" Selena asked, butting in on our conversation.
"We don't know," Rachel answered, "but what I know is that they look slightly creepy."
"Do you think they're people hiding from the government?" I asked. Selena's eyes widened as another thought escaped her lips.
"Or is it... Ordinary Brothers?" I tensed at the boy band's name. I looked at the five people who sat at a table, waiting for service from any of us.
"Please," replied Rachel with a snort. "I doubt they would dare come out in the open. On the pictures posted online, they always travel with bodyguards."
My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"They need protection from crazy fangirls like this one," she said while pointing a finger at Selena.
"Hey!" she pouted.
"I'll just deal with this. I don't want Geoffrey to hear of this and scream at us for not doing our jobs," I said as I headed towards the group of five suspicious people seating at a far seat in the cafe.
The first thing I noticed when I was going to them was that they all tensed. I shrugged off the reaction, thinking it was no big deal. Selena's first guess was starting to make a lot more sense.
"Hello. What can I get you guys?" I asked. There was no way that I would give out my name to strangers who were giving me a bad vibe.
"Emery?" one of them asked. Another nudged the one who spoke. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"How do you know my name?" I asked. None of the five people answered. I decided to shrug it off, believing that I wouldn't like the answer.
"So what would you have?" I asked. The same one who said my name gave me their orders. As I went to the station and had their orders prepared, I couldn't help but think that I knew them. I had just gotten the orders placed on my tray when Selena's phone rang.
♪ Baby, you light up my world like nobody else...♪
My breath caught in my chest.
"I'll get that," she said as she took her phone and headed into the kitchen.
I felt as if I was frozen in time. My eyes were widened in shock, and I had no idea of what to do.
That voice... it was the same voice...
Everything began to click. The five suspicious people who entered the cafe, the fact that they wore hoodies and dark sunglasses, and how one of them knew my name.
It was my damn bullies!
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Keywords: fantasy, bully, magic, tour, band, youngadult, mature, violence, mean, music
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Nicholas Martellacci
Glimpse: The Broken
- Fantasy
- English
- 17877 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 259
- 2
...It is said long ago that there existed a lone singularity, the Eternal Mirror.
Within this mirror existed everything that ever is and everything that ever was.
All was unified until one day an inexplicable event we have now begun to call “the big bang” caused the mirror to shatter. That such occurrence caused its contents to spew forth, splitting the very fabrics of time and space themselves. Now there are realities that run parallel to ours, “realms” they have come to be known as over time. All that you have ever seen, ever heard, ever loved or ever learned lies within one such realm.
...But there were other realms out there, lying in wait for us to discover them, and discover them we did. Mankind quickly discovered gemstones called shards, each a conduit, holding the power to siphon energy from their respective realm, drawing creatures from them to do their bidding. Some of the creatures were easily manipulated and studied, but within the realms also await beings of unfathomable power...
...Demons of eternal darkness
...Fae of unprecedented beauty
...Beasts and machinations the likes of which one could never imagine.
After terrible wars were fought over the shards killing many conjurers, mankind decided to split into the twelve conjuring factions, each with their own realm to study. They formed treaties to study their realms in private, never making themselves present to the common folk. We follow the story of the young Maxwell Amelletti, your average young man trying to get by in the world as he traverses the unstable current from adolescence to adulthood. Maxwell has never felt truly at home with his adoptive parents, and is unsure how to feel to be on his own. He feels lonely and confused in his new apartment, wanting nothing more than to learn who he truly is, and where he came from.
It is at this pivotal time in his life, he receives a strange package at his adoptive parent’s house. This box bears no return address, and is signed by the mysterious L. Within this package is a necklace, bearing one such shard that Maxwell accidentally uses against another in a way that is rather... gruesome. This shard has the potential to conjure creatures from the realm of Vallust, a realm of both volcanic wasteland, and tundral paradise.
In the book, you discover -L- is short for Lysander Vartell, Maxwell’s true father, and Sovereign to the Omegas, the most powerful of the twelve conjuring factions. ...Or at least it was. For as long as anyone can remember, there had been peace between the factions, until the Omegas were attacked, and Lysander was killed as his faction was almost completely erased. Maxwell is approached by Taya Cyndell, and Mordecai Smith, two of the three still loyal to the Omega’s way of life.
They try to convince him to help them discover who is behind the attack, offering nothing in return but protection and answers for the questions Maxwell has about his own existence. [more]
Keywords: Glimpse, Glimpsethebroken, Fantasy, Young Adult, Magic, Creatures, Conjuration, Summoning
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Robert Hopkins
One More Step
- Fantasy
- English
- 107326 Words
- Ages 10 and up
- 27
The kingdom is threatened.
Who or what is ravaging the great forests is unknown.
One thing is known. The beasts come from the great mountains in the north; slaughtering everything in their way.
Rito Thelin is the second son of the King, who has little time for him. Rito has failed to find his brother, Gallan, lost in the northern woods.
Rito is sent out with only one retainer, Quirin, to try again. It is a hopeless task, his death all but assured. He carries one weapon. An ancient sword, named Fury. Nobody can read its ancient runes. If only Rito could.
On his journey he will meet Maesa, a young untested sorcerer. Maesa’s spells are prone to error with many an unforeseen consequence. She thinks it’s in the finger twiddles. Rito and Quirin will learn to stand back, with cowering an option. Maesa carries a terrible secret. A stolen spell of such great power it can never be used. Fortunately, she doesn’t know how to use it - yet.
Travelling from the west is Wen, an ancient sage, tired of existing beyond his time. He has sensed the evil in the north and is content to find and confront the dangers ahead. Much to his surprise he encounters one of the last wood-elves travelling through the great forests. The elf will fight to her last protecting the trees she loves. Thessalia is her name; as arrogant a being as Wen has ever met. If she ever finds out what secret Wen holds, things might change. Dramatically, and with it her arrogance. They do, and don’t.
Two men appear from the western trails. To say they are different in every way possible would be to stretch the meaning of ‘different.’ Tellen is a retired soldier of great experience wanting a quiet life. His companion is a haystack in human form, or so it appears. A giant of a man with phenomenal strength. They compliment each other perfectly. What can go wrong?
Unknown to Tellen, Totle has rescued the deadliest predator in the land. A huge animal that somehow moves with silence and speed through the surrounding forests. It has no natural enemies, none at all. But unnatural?
These three parties are fated to meet. They must blend together to form a band capable of facing down all dangers. All seems well enough until they find Suneth. A young lost child who needs rescuing. Suneth is sweet and innocent and happily accepted by the travellers. But she is in need of protection at a time when protecting themselves will be hard enough. One of them has seen Suneth dancing in the woods, surrounded by swarms of adoring butterflies. Why? Remains unanswered. None are what they seem.
Increasing horrors descend from the north. Some of the travellers may not survive.
Why should one of them wish to kill another member of the group, at a time when every living soul is needed?
The group will finally reach their final battle. They are asked to do the impossible. Turn around, go home would be the best advice to give.
Not for Rito, emerging as their natural leader. But who will follow him? [more]
Keywords: fantasy, magic, adventure
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Andreas Wenth
ChatGPT - Parle-moi!
Ton guide pour une communication réussie avec ChatGPT avec 400 exemples d’invites
- Fiction
- French
- Words
- No Age Recommendation
"ChatGPT - Parle-moi! Ton guide pour une communication réussie avec ChatGPT avec 400 exemples d’invites" de Andreas Wenth est un guide complet pour découvrir le monde de la génération de la parole basée sur l'intelligence artificielle. Le livre propose des conseils pratiques pour utiliser efficacement Chat-GPT dans divers domaines, allant de la prise en charge des clients à l'éducation et au divertissement. Il aborde également des aspects importants tels que la protection de la vie privée et l'utilisation responsable de Chat-GPT.
Le potentiel de Chat-GPT est illimité. Il peut nous aider à révolutionner la manière dont nous communiquons et à augmenter l'efficacité de nos interactions." - Andreas Wenth
Sommaire:
Introduction à Chat-GPT et ses applications
Conseils pour créer des prompts
Exemples de bons et de mauvais prompts
Scénarios et méthodes de test
Domaines d'application de Chat-GPT, notamment les affaires, l'éducation, la santé, le développement personnel, les relations, la productivité, la musique, l'art et la créativité, ainsi que la programmation
Utilisation responsable de Chat-GPT dans la société
A propos de l'auteur: Andreas Wenth est un expert en matière de communication digitale et enseigne en tant que professeur universitaire et formateur en entreprise. Il est également propriétaire de l'agence de communication primée clicksgefuehle.at depuis 25 ans.
En lisant "Parlez avec moi ! Votre guide pour une communication réussie avec Chat-GPT", vous découvrirez également des exemples concrets de prompts pour différents domaines d'utilisation de Chat-GPT. Les prompts sont des phrases ou des questions qui servent de base pour lancer une conversation avec un modèle de langage comme Chat-GPT.
Dans ce livre, vous trouverez des prompts pour améliorer votre communication professionnelle, développer votre personnalité, résoudre des problèmes relationnels, augmenter votre productivité, explorer votre créativité musicale et artistique, et même apprendre la programmation. Les prompts proposés dans ce livre vous aideront à mieux comprendre comment utiliser Chat-GPT de manière efficace et à en tirer le meilleur parti.
En suivant les conseils et les exemples présentés dans ce livre, vous serez en mesure de communiquer de manière plus efficace, de résoudre des problèmes plus rapidement et de prendre des décisions plus judicieuses. Vous serez également en mesure de découvrir de nouvelles opportunités pour utiliser Chat-GPT dans votre vie professionnelle et personnelle.
La technologie de l'intelligence artificielle (IA) a révolutionné de nombreux domaines, de la santé à la finance en passant par la recherche scientifique. L'utilisation de l'IA dans la communication est également de plus en plus répandue, et c'est là que réside l'importance de ChatGPT.
ChatGPT permet une communication plus rapide et précise, en offrant des réponses automatisées à des questions fréquentes. Cela permet de libérer du temps pour les employés et d'améliorer le service client. En outre, ChatGPT permet également de détecter les tendances dans les données de communication, ce qui peut aider les entreprises à mieux comprendre leurs clients et à améliorer leur stratégie marketing.
En outre, l'utilisation de ChatGPT dans l'éducation peut également être bénéfique. Il peut aider les enseignants à répondre aux questions des élèves de manière plus rapide et à améliorer l'apprentissage en ligne. Il peut également être utilisé pour créer des programmes d'apprentissage personnalisés pour chaque élève, en fonction de leurs besoins individuels.
L'utilisation de ChatGPT dans la vie personnelle peut également être bénéfique. Il peut aider les individus à mieux gérer leur temps, à améliorer leur productivité et à atteindre leurs objectifs personnels. [more]
Keywords: Kommunikation, chatGPT, Intelligence artificielle, Productivité, Business, Prompts, Midjourney
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joann harris
FEAR OF THE BEAST
A DAY OF RECKONING
- Horror
- English
- 291 Words
- Ages 18 and up
- 66
- 3
The town of Wheatfield no longer exists. Very little of the northeastern part of Fork County exists, except in the memories of those who may have once lived there and were fortunate enough to be gone when the great fireball struck, searing the land for miles. Scientists were stunned by the suddeness of the huge fireball, fir it seemed to materalized out of the heavens, traveling at such a tremendous speed, it was almost beyond calculation. "Where had it come from?" the scientists were asked by a stunned population. "From straight out of the sun," was the reply. "You could not have predicted it?"No.' Why?" The scientists hedged that question, for many of them were sworn avowed atheists. Finally, one man from an observatory in Washington who was not an unbeliever did reply, although not to the satisfaction of all of his colleagues. His reply brought laughter from more than a few of his fellow scientists.
How does one predict when the hand of God will fall, and how hard the blow will be? If indeed it had been as the scientists said, the hand of God, it had been a mighty slap from him. By the time various spies in the skies satellites, picked up on the cannoading mass of fiery destruction, it was already on top of the satellites, going through them, and burning them before they could be photographed, more than a one second shot at best, and transmit that to earth. Those pictures that did make it back to earth were immediately ordered to be seized by a presidential order.
Some said it was shaped like a Star of David. Others said it looked like an artist's conception of God's face; striking resemblance. The president told the scientists to shut their damn mouths, too, or faced the prospects of never receiving another dime of government money for anything. But many people witnessed the strange blue lights that preceded the crash of the whatever the hell it was, and they asked about those lights. But suddenly all were quiet about the mighty ball of fire, except for speculation. That soon began to fade as the news pushed the holocaust out of the headlines.
Only the insurance companies were left to ponder over the crash and dole out large sums of money to the relatives of those who had been killed. An astronomer in California thought he knew what had happened but he kept his mouth shut not out of any fear of the government, but because he felt it was the right thing to do. One investigative fellow did put some rather interesting and curious events together after a bit of prowling. But since he was a career army reservist and did not wish to spend his summer obligations to Uncle Sam cleaning up gooney bird shit on Guam , he kept his mouth shut.
"Someday, maybe he will write a book about it, and maybe by them he would believe it himself and be assured of the protection of the Dali Lama in some cave in Tibet.
What he had pieced together was that almost at the precise moment of fiery impact with earth, a series of fires leveled a huge man that was seen leaving earth, moving toward the heavens traveling at tremendous speed. No one knew what that thing was or if they did, they weren't saying, and there were some people who still remained unaccounted for after the fire at the mansion.
One of them was a young man by the name of Alex Balloon who was a minister in Wheatfield who had died under very mysterious circumstances back in "52" when another disaster had befallen the tragedy-ridden community, butt the investigative reporter wisely closed his journal on both disasters for a time.
It had been adnormally hot for this late in the season. By this time in the eastern part of Nebraska there was usually a lash of winter's approach in the air, a bit that brought color to the cheeks of pedestrains urgently but softly speaking of the harsh winter just ahead.
But the winds that blew across the plains and rolling sands hills had a torrid touch and brought a sudden surliness to the people of this sparsely populated county, turning most tempers raw and confusing a few as to why. The man knew why.
The few would learn too late. And out in the badlands some miles from Wheatfield , inside a fenced-in area where horror sprang to life back in the late 50's something stirred. A creature cautiously stuck its head out of the hidden cave and looked around, viewing its surrounding through evil, red eyes. The beast had felt the hot fingers of the wind pushing through the cave entrance as a probing hand might do, signaling those which serve another master that it was time.
The Dark One was near. The wind grew in strength and heat the beast snarling in reply. The manlike creature rose from its sentry position to crawl out of the filthy hole, rising to stand like human bits of dust and twigs and blowing sand striking its hairy body.
But to the beast it was a signal of love, a gesture of welcome. The beast roared its breath foul. It held its contempt for that God who occupies a more lofty position than the master of the beast.
For the creature knew but one god: the Prince of Darkness, the Lord of the Flies, Ruler of all that is Evil.
From behind the sentry came a guttural sound as other beasts rose from their long sleep, surly and hungry . They craved meat and the sweet taste of blood, but the sentry again tested the wind as the wind spoke its reply.
The sentry held up one warning paw to those below, holding them at bay. He growled and the others drew back into the darkness of the evil smelling hole in the earth. They knew they must obey the master. Thee growling sentry told them to wait the master will tell us when we may move. Be patient for you have waited more than twenty years. Wait." [more]
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