Ruyi's World of Books & Stories

  Turtle Soup is Enough Did you know that the fluid in your spinal cord is the same color as lemonade?  I sat and watched it drip from my little brother's limp body into a medical bag on his bedside, as one of his surgeons told us the news that nearly shredded my faith to chaff. "This kid will never walk again." These essays were written during the worst year of my life. I wrote them for one of my college classes, answering various prompts on the theme of place. I didn't know at the time that I was chronicling a fight for my existence. My family and faith have never been about fitting in. We don’t believe in God because of what they say at church. We see him in the mud that cakes our jeans and the laughter we share around the campfire, drinking beer and listening to the grisly stories our dad brings home from the ER. Our faith in God has never been about propriety; it’s been about relationship. How can you reconcile that kind of faith when it seems like God st...

  The Mysterious Happenings on  Hyde Avenue: The Lair of the Incubus  There’s nowhere to hide. In this heart-pounding, irreverent sequel to  The Mysterious Happenings at 2 Morning view , high schooler Justin, his two best friends, and a cast of unforgettable offbeat characters desperately try to defeat a horrific supernatural being, close the portal to its demonic world, and save Justin’s family from eternal damnation. ______________________________________________________________ “Jason Yachanin’s  The Mysterious Happenings at 2 Morning view , and sequel,  The Mysterious Happenings on Hyde Avenue: The Lair of the Incubus,  were both so entertaining I didn’t want to put them down once I started reading! If you are a fan of the supernatural, 90s nostalgia, and comedic mysteries, then I highly recommend Yachanin’s work. Did someone say a future TROMA film?” – Lloyd Kaufman, President of TROMA Entertainment, Creator of  The Toxic Avenger “Y...

  Inside of you resides an intentional life without limits. The time has come to awaken it. Are you living intentionally, with purpose and passion? Are you embracing the flame that ignites within you, or are you evading it? Will your future self be proud of your story, or do you yearn for something more? We all have personal limits that apply to different areas of our lives, such as creating abundance, making changes to our health or body, overcoming recurring patterns of self-sabotage, or simply believing in ourselves. However, we can tap into our unlimited potential when we push ourselves beyond these limitations. Once we let go of our doubts, we can begin to have faith in our new life. By intentionally acting as if it’s attainable, we can gradually transform into the embodiment of that belief. John R. Miles—entrepreneur, award-winning podcast host, former U.S. Navy officer, and Fortune 50 senior executive—reveals his groundbreaking discoveries that allow you to reshape y...

  THE EVOLUTION OF HUMAN  MOTIVATIONS BY JOHN V. WYLIE This is, perhaps, the first serious book for a general audience to be illustrated by AI. The capacity of AI to clearly illustrate complex ideas with breathtaking detail and beauty is truly remarkable. Each paragraph of the text was used as a unique prompt, guiding the advanced AI systems (Chat GPT-4 and DALL-E-3) to serve as my “science illustrator in earth tones.” This creative endeavor has been influenced by my perspective as a visual thinker but is firmly rooted in scientific literature. It embodies my ideas about the relevance of mental illness to human evolution, ideas that have evolved over 50 years of contemplation. As a seasoned psychiatrist, I offer a unique perspective on the origins of our deepest motivations. Join me on a visually phantasmagorical journey backed up by mainstream science tracing our motivational roots from the earliest social interactions of our primate ancestors, through the crucial developme...

                                CHAPTER ONE My Guest Even as brilliant weather sat on the bare chest of the beautiful earth. Our mutual friend, the morning, took its place in the progression of days. A bizarre tale, more hellish than the enterprise of a sorcerer, crossed my threshold. It led me into a gloomy morning. I had vowed to get rid of the cockroaches in my cupboard, where they claimed lordship. Confusion greeted my arrival, as the insects dashed here and there to escape my blows. As I ended their reign, a frightening figure, brawny as a man who had spent hours in a gym, emerged from my shabby walls. He began to punch me. His eyes were fire, and a puckish nose sat upon his wicked face! As his treachery crushed me against the wall, I yelled like a man that misfortune had dealt a miserable blow. I did not need a prophet to tell me that...