Si Angelica Cassandra Buenalipa ay isang sikat na manunulat. Ngunit sa kanyang kasikatan ay marami rin ang mga basher niya.

Akala nang lahat ay isa siyang masayahin at maligayahing tao, ngunit mali pal sila. Dahil kabaliktaran ito sa kanyang mga sinulat.

Kung masaya sa kanyang sinulat, iyun naman ang kalungkot sa kanyang totoong buhay.

I know it's pretty scummy of me to not even try reviewing some content to figure out how to write this blog but I'm dealing with newbies to writing like Nimu here. Even if Nimu DID request this, I'm going to keep this simple and easy to understand.

Why would I do that? Well, I'm pretty sure that even if I bring up tropes like the 'Uncanny Valley', no one will actually understand what I'm talking about and would only nod their heads like chickens because I said some big words or something like that...

That's why I'm choosing to keep this real. Now, let's start off with: How do does horror be 'scary'?

In movies, showing images that either poke at our emotions of unease or disgust is one way to go, or just throw a bunch of jump scares and call it a horror movie... Director's choice. Similarly, you are also the 'director' of any 'horror story' you choose to write.

Most horror writers have the wrong assumption when they think about writing 'horror'. They become trapped in unease themselves because 'fear' stops them from writing. Well, if you really DO feel that way, then just channel that into your horror story.

And no, I'm not playing with ya.

There's a reason horror's start off in a simple premise with easy-to-understand people, after all.

Have you never experienced a horrifying event or nightmare before? Fine, I'll give you an example.

There was a time when I was a kid that I suddenly started looking for my older brother who went out of the room that afternoon. As a kid, darkness made me feel uneasy, so I didn't like the feeling of going into the kitchen in the other room which was pitch-black at the time. And that's when it happened!

The older brother I was looking for jumped out of the darkness and scared the life out of me...

Now, from that short memory. What have we found that made this memory so impressionable?

The answer is that there was a 'sudden set-up' of unease before the jump scare, making it scary.

If my brother had jumped in front of me at any other time, I would only be mildly surprised. However, the transition between 'set-up' and 'payoff' made it more worthwhile. This is what you must remember.

Remember, before setting up a scary scene in a horror story, you yourself must first evaluate how much 'set-up' you are willing to make for the end payoff and if that payoff is even worth it.

The reason I got scared by my brother was because of the 'suddenness' of the event. If I had time to properly analyse the situation and realise that my brother was playing a prank, the effect of him jumping out of the darkness wouldn't surprise me.

Likewise, if there was fast or literally no set-up and the payoff was that an brain-like alien actually existed in my kitchen. I would be scared, I would be struck dumb because my suspension of disbelief would be broken. I wouldn't even know how to internalise that event if it actually happened. The only thing I would do is stare at the thing blankly.

Blankness is not fear, it's just your brain not being able to comprehend what you're seeing.

If there is less set-up to big events, the payoff would be low. This is the same for ten chapters of set-up just to reveal someone doing a prank. You yourself must balance 'set-up' with the intended 'payoff'.

However, that's not to say scary story's need surprising moments where something or someone jumps out from the dark. Even that show called 'Goosebumps' knew the best way to scare someone is to manipulate the emotions of a reader.

When something good is happening but there is subtly a small scene of watching the main character through the window, the reader's heart is gripped tightly. If THEY don't want anything to happen to your relatable and kind character, then they will feel unease even if your character is clueless.

Then when the payoff happens, the reader will be assaulted with a sense of grief and sympathy.

Horror story's are just like that. They aren't meant to scare the reader through flashing images or jump scares but cause them to feel deeply. Though this is also a reason horrors are rarely read by people who are looking for something lighthearted and bright.

You must know this target audience and prepare your story well to become a good horror. If mixed with mystery, then you must also make sure to keep what I said in my 'Mystery Genre Analysis' in mind as everything there is also essential in this blend.

(My other Analysis Blogs are in my Saved Posts.)

There are plenty of ways to make horrors not need mysteries by blending it with tragedy. However, it isn't something you can write with a bright heart free of ill-will towards others. After all, you must understand what makes people 'uneasy and disgusted' with something whenever you write something of this genre. As it is needed to bring out the best experience for those reading your work.

Some think Horror and Tragedy are two sides of the same coin. However, there is a reason these two are split up into separate genres. Tragedies might invoke sympathy in those who read it, but Horror strike the readers with true fears even if they are irrational.

Ghost stories make us fear the Supernatural, Stories about technology progressing beyond humans can control makes us fear Science Fiction, and even story about a mystical world which only curse its inhabitants with grief make us fear Fantasy.

We are rational creatures after all. We take each step carefully and are always uneasy about the unpredictable future, that is our mundane form of horror. We fear, and therefore we feel alive.

Thank you for reading~! Comment any more Analysis Blog requests to your leisure! 😆

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This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

PART-1
CHAPTER 1 - I❜LL TELL YOU A STORY

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Have you ever believed in the supernatural? You have. Haven't you? 

Who doesn't love a story of a vegetarian vampire falling in love with the loner emo girl? We all know who Raine's been talking about. Don't we? Werewolves finding their mates on or after their 18th birthday and spending a lifetime loving each other.

Cinderella meeting her handsome prince in a similar fashion and spending a lifetime loving each other. Don't we all secretly swoon ourselves over and over again at such endings whilst thinking 'What bullshit are all those writers doing'. 

Did we not? Well, probably not in the vegetarian vampire part. But who in this world does not wish or even hope for a happy ending. But that is it. Those are fairy tales. A bunch of, over glossed stories with a sole purpose in mind of standing out, whilst the details of horror in those stories— they were better left alone and unsaid. 

Who cares for the details, right? Results were all that we care anyway. Let us just stick with that.

As Raine was humoring her miserably ridiculous life after being rejected by her mate and shipped off by her family, whilst what they said and she quotes; "So, you wouldn't depress yourself over an undeserving jerk by seeing him with someone else on a daily basis". 

Ridiculous, right? 

Her aunt Riley's soothing voice brought back her attention to the present reality. "Raine, are you alright? You seem almost lost. You've visited our pack countless times before, haven't you?" She smiled.

'Just once.' Raine had wanted to protest but then on a second thought she held it back in. 

Riley Isabelle Frost was Raine's aunt and to Riley— Raine was her most beloved niece. She had been concerned at first but after looking over at her breathtakingly innocent face, that resembled her second brother's so much; she had been angry at the person who dared rejecting her. 

At that moment, Raine had wanted to cry but had no tears. Her aunt looked to be more lost and concerned than she 'the party in question' was. Raine wasn't even sure if her aunt even knew the art of coaxing or consoling. 
And she had been right on the point. Her aunt, Riley Frost who remained unbeaten at everything else has been sucking at motivating people since her childhood.

To not make it harder on her.. Raine did what had to be done. She gave her the best practiced smile she could muster and said. "I'm fine. Just a little overwhelmed. That is all I guess." And it had been the truth but— Considering the fact that she had a facial paralysis which gave away none of her emotions or thoughts just like her dad's. Her smile might have come across as crooked or weird. 

It was a wrong and deadly move on Raine's part. Her smile, ended up making her look more pitiful than anything else whilst she remained oblivious of its effects, Riley felt her heart ache. Against all odds, Raine tried her best at conveying her present mood across to this lovely and supportive person sitting beside her. She really did try her best, but..
Her aunt was giving off a mixed air that sent chills through her spine. Anger and frustration flashing in her eyes for seconds and then what remained was endless doting. 

"It will be fine, honey. It was just that the timing was a bit off— And that asshole of an alpha heir... Hmph. He's rotten to the core." 

So this was her story now. Wasn't it? A pitiful rejected alpha mate. Raine secretly pressed on her nose bridge. This was getting depressing. She was fine. Really, she was. She wasn't someone who desired a destined partner for life anyway. Her wolf spirit wasn't being out of the ordinary either. They were of one soul and mind. She'd notice if something was amiss. 

Letting out a breathe, Raine resigned to her fate. The overprotectiveness wasn't going to fade away overnight and there was nothing that she could say or do that would make a difference. It would only make them more alert and on guard. Worse, they would think that she was suicidal; like the others who have lost their mates or have been rejected by them. 

Yes. That— Happens. Not too often though. Some reconcile and for the lost, If they persist enough they might find a second chance mate for themselves. Let's just not talk about second chances, that's for the minority anyway. She has her heart set on living a life of a hermit. As for making herself better, stronger and out for revenge? No, thank you very much. Raine feels that she was dashing enough. It was that the guy that had eyes, but couldn't see. Raine wasn't given the nickname of Ice Princess for nothing. 

And it was definitely not because she has an expressionless-hard to read face. Probably not. 

Her family had great werewolf genes, considering they came from a long mixed lineage of Alphas, betas and warriors. It gave them quite an advantage over others because they had a wide range of network and connections. There has been no secrets that's ever been hidden from the Frost lineage. Well, that is going to be a talk about some other time. Sooner rather than later, she presumes.

As the car came to a halt, Raine looked outside to admire the scenery. A feeling of serenity greeted her welcome. Aunt Riley nudged her shoulder and smiled at her warmly. "Come on inside. Everyone's waiting for you."

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QUICK FACT : A ❛Pluviophile❜ is someone who loves Rain, or finds joy and peace of mind during rainy day.

THANKYOU ALL FOR READING AND If YOU LIKE MY STORIES PLEASE RATE, FOLLOW AND LEAVE COMMENTS BELOW. ٩(˘◡˘)۶

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AUTHOR'S THOUGHTS :

[I sincerely hope and give my prayers to the writing fairies to help provide me with endless inspirations and not mess up the plot at the same time or worse drop the novel midway. 
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Just kidding. 
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I'M EXTREMELY GUILTY OF USING AN ILLUSTRATION FROM PINTEREST AS MY BOOK COVER WITHOUT THE CREATORS CONSENT. I USED IT ANYWAY BECAUSE I COULDN'T FIND THE SOURCE AND BECAUSE IT WAS PINTEREST. 

BUT WHOEVER YOU ARE BUDDY, I'M SORRY AND THANK YOU FOR CREATING SUCH A MASTERPIECE THAT SUITED JUST MY TASTE. 

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If only life stayed lsmiledike the first time we met. Raine thought as she softly towards the person who was holding her fragile frame in his strong but shaking arms as blood trickled down her pale lips.

Suddenly, looking back through the rivers of time, nothing filled her eyes but mist. She sighed bitterly in heart. Why is it that the most beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?
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Please find any errors and post the error as a paragraph comment or chapter comment at the end of each chapter. I will fix it as soon as possible! I won't say the story is done until all edits are fixed. 

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As writing is a hobby for me, I will be doing my best to get chapters out as fast as I can. Now enjoy reading the Black Market Merchant (BMM)!

~Any and all places and/or people mentioned, referenced, and described my be related to real world things. However, their mention in this story are for purely fictional purposes. The writers intentions do not reflect any of what the real world locations or people feel or say.~

Several years after major nuclear events, followed by the rise of robotic armies, have caused the world to become post-apocalyptic. The year is 2276 and Earth is now full of anarchy, corruption and death. A lone woman carrying a large backpack, in the shape of a coffin, comes to a small post-apocalyptic town in the middle of Utah whose only existence rides on the Colorado River. There is a dam which provides water, food and transportation to the several thousand people who have been congregating in the re-growing town. Many had hoped to fix the hydroelectric station to rebuild their lives, but corruption brews. 

The lone woman stops at one of the bars and gets into a fight with some local gangsters who were mistreating a young girl outside. Causing her to become at odds with the gangs of the town. This is the instance that first roots our heroine, Lisa Cunningham, to save this town and prompted her to grow her Black Market Empire here! 

However, gangs are the least of her worries! Robotic army’s, rebellion militia, mutated monsters, mad cults, competing companies and lustful men ogled over her all the time!! Not to mention the strange events that slowly begin to happen around the girl, Hanna, that she saved. 

Yet there is more to Lisa than good looks alone. She has come back from over 200 years ago and is learning more about what has happened while she was in cryogenic sleep. How will she be able to survive in a hostile world and reach her own goals? 

Follow along now!

—-Estimated current length for the novel once completed might be around a 1,000 chapters. I will determine a better guess for its final length in the future (As of 5/3/20).—-

—-Also, all chapters are unedited and are subject to very minor changes, minor additions and lots of error editing.(sigh) —-

—-Release Rate: 1 Chapter per day, occasionally more. If I miss a day it will only be one in succession. I work 50+hrs a week, so this is just a fun creative hobby. —-

Debbie didn't comment much about Scarlet's errand as she kept the poker face.
"Welcome back."
Scarlet nodded and tried to wipe the smile off her face. The governess noted that despite the calm mask on the blogger's face, Scarlet's eyes were livelier now. The lady was glad that her little assignment had done the trick.
"I was able to look through most of the story," she informed Scarlet and the girl became more serious. "I'm impressed by your creative ideas. Can you tell me where you got the inspiration from?"
Scarlet blushed at the praise and shuffled awkwardly. "I was researching when I came across something called Cats the Musical from Broadway*... I thought that it would be easier to model some people after talking cats to better portray their struggles in a comical manner?"
Debbie looked pleased with Scarlet's response and had a huge smile on her face. "Great! While it isn't ready to be turned into a book, I think we should commemorate your very first masterpiece. Does this story have a title?"
Scarlet didn't seem to think of it in a bad way, so Debbie was secretly relieved. Rejection can be a very harsh thing for writers and she didn't want to stamp out the burning flame in Scarlet. It might not be a huge bonfire yet, but the passion was still there. Fortunately, the girl was a fighter. She accepted it with grace and moved on, seeking further improvement.
"I think we can call it 'A Catty Conversation'. Would you mind pointing out where exactly I've gone wrong?"
Debbie blinked. "All in due time, Scarlet. For a first attempt, it was very good. I just needed something to be the gauge of your current abilities before we move on from there. From what I can see, you have a rather strong grasp of the English language. The grammar and structure are not worrying. You also have an intuitive sense of how to pace your stories with a very natural way of telling it. Your characters spring to life with how you describe your scenes, although some transitions can be shaky. But don't worry, we will work on them."
The blogger nodded as she heard her mentor's feedback. "Actually, I've been thinking of a question for a while now."
"Yes?"
Scarlet hesitated. Should she admit that she wasn't a natural prodigy when it came to writing? Would Debbie no longer be impressed or will she express her disappointment? After a while, Scarlet eventually decided to go with the truth. After all, it was harder to conceal the truth with time. The blogger knew that if she was truthful right from the start, she wouldn't disappoint the editor too much. Sure, Debbie might be disappointed for a while, but maybe she would come to understand how to help Scarlet more?
"Actually, I researched some writing tips for writers online before I attempted to write something. A Catty Conversation isn't my first work. It's probably my third or fourth? I've lost count. Also, It has been revised twice and edited once before I submitted it. I just want to know, how does an author create their personal style? I've tried finding answers for there isn't a definite answer."
Debbie smiled. It's a question that all young writers ask. Sadly, not even she could give them the answer. Instead, the editor gave Scarlet her very first homework.
"It's a very good question, Scarlet. I would be rather worried if you hadn't asked about it or research anything about writing beforehand. This shows that you have a levelled head and aren't egotistical. There's definitely room for improvements for everybody in the writing world. It doesn't matter if you're young or old, have published best-sellers or won the Nobel Peace Prize. Style is something that comes over time with experience, practice and wisdom. It's not learnt or taught, it is discovered and created. Think of a writer's style as their writing personality and DNA. It's unique to every individual."
She then picked up the blank exercise book and smiled. "This is going to be a very good starter. I'd like you to write all the questions you have about writing and write them down in this book and I will answer them next week. Don't forget to decorate the book and give it a name too!"
The blogger was puzzled. "I have to give this book a name too?"
Debbie looked at her as if that Scarlet was asking if the sky was blue today. "Of course! It's only natural, right? You name the things that are precious to you. For writers, what can be more important than books?"
Scarlet didn't know what to say. One should never judge a book by their cover, and at this moment, she thinks that it is especially true for Debbie who packed her things and bid the Wilde's goodbye. On the surface, Debbie sounded sane and looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, after getting to know her tutor a little better, Scarlet decided that all writers have to be a little bit insane at the very least to produce such stories.
Once Debbie left, Scarlet looked at the book in her hand. The press plants were currently still in the processing. Tina was helping her to dry them out by pressing them in between the pages of thick phone books. Alex had also agreed to lend Scarlet some of her art supplies when the plants were ready. Scarlet was excited about how the communication diary would turn out, but for now, she had to come up with a name.
Something that means secret... Scarlet didn't really know the meaning of names, so the best way to do it was by searching it up on the internet. It didn't take her long to find a list of names that had 'secret' in their meaning.
As she scrolled down the names, one of them caught her eye. It was a name with a double meaning and Scarlet thought that it was actually perfect for her first communication diary.
"From this day forth, you shall be known as Judah!" the blogger proudly announced to the blank exercise book.
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At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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First and foremost. 

I am sorry.

I'm terribly sorry. 

If you don't want to read the rest, I'll just summarize it: I'm sorry, I have no idea what to do with my current stories because I've forgotten a lot of what I've written. You can pick them up if you so desire, otherwise, it'd be best to remove them from your library since I don't know when I'd update them again. I'm sorry, and thank you…

I remember this particular story glitched, so I had to publish a new chapter on another 'story' which essentially has everything copied over. So if you ever wanted to see the second half of the previous chapter, it should be on that other one... I'm not sure, memory bad, sorry.
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I'm sorry for the 2-3 months of silence despite saying that I'll update it semi-frequently (or something of the sort). 

I feel like shit and I still do, I'm someone who always tried to keep to their words, but all I've been doing is disappointing my readers as well as those close to me.

The least I can do is give a proper response about what's going to happen and why I 'disappeared':

Major depressive order.

Or depression as most would call it.

As for the causes… well… It's a bit personal so I'll just stop there, it wasn't caused by fanfiction or this community in general if that's what you were wondering. 

Concerning the… future of my stories… Well, I don't know. 

I honestly don't know. 

I don't remember a lot of what I've written, I've been too deep into despair (and still am) to remember anything of what I did during my short fanfiction-writing career. If any of my kind readers want to try writing, you can pick up any of my stories and revise/overhaul them as you deem fit. I probably won't be updating them for a good while since I don't remember much—if at all.

I genuinely want to get back, but I know that my mediocre writing skills had downgraded considerably, it won't be on the same level as it used to be, at least for a good few weeks—assuming I start soon.

I'm sorry for coming back out of nowhere to deliver bad news, but the bad news is better than no news right…?

I'll start writing fanfiction again, I don't know when, or what it'll even be on, probably not too different from what I've always been writing.

I've been out of the loop for too long to know what the general audience wants on WN, but it seems like there haven't been too many changes (other than the U.I. overhaul…). 

It seems like there's a lot of good fanfiction too, many of which surpasses the quality of one's I've written back then…

It's a bit sad that some of the authors I've followed had disappeared as well… Maybe I'm a part of the old era of fanfiction writers here? Or maybe it's the fate of fanfiction authors to come and go?

Just me rambling, sorry. 

For those who had put my stories in their libraries for so long…

Thank you, I mean it, from the very bottom of my heart—thank you. 

But—as much as I'd hate to say it, please remove this story from your library. 

I don't know when I'll update them again because my writing capabilities are subpar to what they once were (to be fair, they were never thaaaat good compared to the new fanfiction authors here) and my memory concerning their future chapters had been lost… 

One day you'll see them updated again, but that day is not today or this month. I'm still suffering from depression after all… But I'm getting professional help! 

Sorry for this obnoxiously long writers, uhhh, note? Chapter?

I just had to get it out. 

I'm terribly sorry. 

I wish you, my dear readers, the very best in life. 

I hope you all live prosperous and happy lives, and maybe even one day pick up the pen to write (or I guess it'd be the keyboard?)

It was... really fun, talking with those who dislike and like my stories. 

I'm sorry.

Thank you all.

"Tatsumaki? Kagura? Yukari? Grayfia? Keronians? Wasn't this just the 'My Hero Academia' world?!" 

Lin Wu, a casual ACG fan, woke up one day in a massive world that fused multiple anime series together with the unique 'quirk' to create, control, and transform into electricity at will! 

"Isn't this just Enel's Logia Devil Fruit?!" 

With a system that only works once a month, how will Lin Wu deal with his annoying neighbors, devils, angels, disaster-level demon villains that aren't just limited to monsters, and heroes that don't know when to quit, all while trying to maintain a decent GPA and live a comfortable life?!

"No, I'm not going to join your peerage! I just want to stay in the surface world! Just act as you've never seen me!"

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Tags: male protagonist, super slow harem, action, comedy, romance, multiple crossovers, system

Su-hyuk Jang, a producer with five years of experience, clicked his tongue in disapproval the moment he stepped into the meeting room. "Jaehyung!" he yelled, turning towards the youngest producer in the team. "I told you so many times to get this place cleaned up before I get here! It's like a damn barn in here!"
"Oh, another team just got done with their meeting, so..."
"Hey. Kiddo. Didn't I tell you to just get moving and not give me stupid excuses? Getting into weird habits, aren't we?"

Jang raised his hand towards the young producer, who cowered in fear and quickly dropped his head.

"I'm so sorry, sir."
"Get on with it then! Chop chop, get this place cleaned up!"

Jaehyung scurried over to the meeting table, frantically getting rid of all the used cups and stray pens and markers rolling all over the place. As he watched the young man work, Jang muttered to himself, wholly dissatisfied. Such laziness, and from the newbie of all people! How was he supposed to trust this boy with running errands? Huffing and puffing, Jang took his seat at the head of the table, followed by three writers. They each sat in their respective seats, sharing nervous glances between each other.

"A-Anyway, Ms. Kim!" one of the writers spoke up, attempting to lighten the mood. "What happened with that tip from the other day?"
"Nayeon went to check it out. Go on, tell us."

Nayeon promptly arranged some pictures on the table and began to explain.

"Have you all heard about the "reading boy"? He went viral a few months ago, and you can definitely tell why. He has this sort of... other worldly feel to him."
"Hmm. I'm not familiar," said Jang, scratching his head as he scrutinized the pictures.
"Oh, he's so cute!"
"I've seen him!" exclaimed the young producer. "I remember thinking he was really good-looking. Weirdly so, to be honest. Still, you can't stop looking at him."
"Huh. He must be pretty famous, if even Jaehyung knows about him."
"Yes, actually. His pictures were trending on quite a few search engines at the time. Anyway, the tip was about him. Oh, I have a picture from when I went to talk to him!"

Nayeon quickly tapped her tablet screen, searching and searching, as the others continued to admire the pictures on the table.

"Wow, look at him. He seems pretty photogenic, yeah?"
"Definitely. Guaranteed views right there."


Found it! Nayeon held up her tablet triumphantly. "Here! He shot an ad!" The picture on the screen was of a young boy sitting at a desk, intently reading a book. It was an ad for the public library, yes, but a sort of picturesque fantasy feeling emanated from the picture despite the modern props.

"He's a model?"
"Not professionally, but the picture that went viral was taken in this library. So they took this as an opportunity to advertise the public library in time for the fall exhibit, and had him be their model."
"Okay, that's enough backstory." Jang sighed as he waved his hand dismissively. "Tell me about the tip."
"Oh, of course. I spoke with his homeroom teacher first, to confirm the tip, and she claims that he's not like the other kids. All the other teachers know about him, too, so he's pretty well known in school. He's really good at math, and he's started to learn physics. Alone."
"Alone? He's self-taught?"
"Yes. Just like our tip said, he doesn't receive tutoring at school or at the institute. Spends most of his time at the library. I spoke to the institute as well, and apparently he borrows books from the older kids and reads those all day. Of course, no private tutor. The kid confirmed this."
"Reads books, huh...? What about tests?"
"I went ahead with the interview before giving him the test papers, but honestly, it was pretty easy to tell he's different."

With that, Nayeon recalled yesterday's events at Inpyeong Elementary.

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The two sat across from each other in the counseling room.

"Oh, it's warm here," noted Nayeon. "I'd heard that schools had good air conditioning now, but I didn't think it'd be this good."

Lucid stared at her blankly, which made her laugh a bit. "Don't worry, I'm just talking to myself. Should we start off with some questions? First things first, what's your name?"

He told her.

"Did your parents name you?"
"No. From my understanding, the chairman of the institute I'm staying at came up with it."
"Oh, really? Well. It suits you. Anyway, I heard you like reading. Is that true?"
"Hmm... Yes, I suppose you could say that." Lucid answered rather hesitantly.
"Could you elaborate?"
"I think it's more accurate to say that I like reading books to study."

Had she heard him correctly? She wasn't exactly sure. First of all, where the hell had that answer come from? And second of all...

"I'm sorry, but you are in the first grade, correct?"
"Yes."

That was answer enough, but Nayeon still had to stop herself from asking his age.

"Alright, then. Could you explain the difference to me?"
"I think that reading and reading to study have different objectives. When I first came to school, I read everything I could get my hands on, because I liked to read. I read biographies and textbooks on math, science, grammar. My goal back then was to immerse myself in the books and marvel at the ideas in them. But now, my goal is to study. I'm reading books so I can understand their content and gain more knowledge. So, since there are two different goals, I think they should be seen as two different things."

Nayeon thought (or rather, knew) that further interviewing would be rather pointless. If a first grader was able to convey his thoughts with such eloquence and sound logic, didn't that automatically qualify him as a genius? This wasn't just a tip. This was a huge scoop.

"Well then," she continued, "what books have you been reading recently?"
"Physics, mainly. I'd like to learn more about physical phenomena. But I found out that you need to know a lot of math to understand physics. So I've been reading math books, too, but I'm not that good at it, so the physics books make little sense to me."
"How far along are you with math?"
"Just the four arithmetic equations. I think I understand linear equations well enough."

Was he really a first grader? He sounded more like a middle schooler.

"A first grader who knows linear equations?" Jang asked, interrupting Nayeon's recollection. "Are you sure he's in elementary? Not middle school?"

Nayeon cringed internally at the realization that she and Jang had thought the same thing, but powered through to continue her explanation.

"Yes, sir, yes. Anyway, we don't need to have a long meeting about this. With his looks and his brains, he's going to be a huge hit! I know it."

Jang turned around to look at Wang, one of the writers.

"Do you have a story in mind?"
"First, we need more information on his school life. Or even his life at the institute," Wang answered, twirling a pen between her fingers. "We'll include some more interviews, get his IQ tested, and ask a science high school or even a university to collab and get a professional evaluation. That good?"
"He's even more stunning in person, I guarantee it." Nayeon chimed in. "He doesn't look wholly Korean, but it's not like he looks like a foreigner, either. It's weird, but it works. You take one look and you know he's objectively really good-looking. My point is, the story doesn't matter! His face alone could bring in so many views!"
"Nayeon, sweetie. I admire your confidence, but his face is something the camera crew will take care of. We're writers."
"I'm just saying. There's nothing wrong with having something pretty to look at."

Jang ignored this whole exchange, instead turning to the younger producer to relay directions.
"Jaehyung, get the cameras ready. Ms. Wang, I trust you to come up with a good storyline and a solid schedule. Get back to me with both."
"How long?"
"We're not sure this'll work, so 20 minutes for now."

And with that, the meeting was over. As they left the room, one of the writers, Yunseon Jo, approached Nayeon.

"Was he really all that?" she asked.
"Oh my God!" Nayeon shouted. "You have no idea! Like, so much better than any child actor I've ever seen! I literally had to stop myself from hugging him, it was insane!"
"Look at you. You're totally gone. I saw it coming, with you going on and on about his face instead of focusing on a story. Are you into kids?"
"Hey! That's going way too far! I'm just saying, his face keeps popping up in my head..."

Smack!

A loud noise rang through the hallway as Yunseon slapped Nayeon's arm.
"That! That's going to far! Watch what you say, Nayeon. That's honestly going into lovesickness territory."

Nayeon rubbed her arm gingerly, but still looked like she had more to say. Thankfully, Wang stepped in just in time to stop her.

"That's enough. The producer told you already, but I'll remind you just in case. We're writers. We come up with a story for the program. The camera works on the looks. Or do you want a transfer?"
"Ms. Wang! Aww, that's so mean! I was born to be a writer, you know that!"

Nayeon tried her best to escape her situation, using her status as the youngest writer to act cute and innocent. It didn't exactly work, per se, but Wang still found it endearing enough. She invited her juniors to dinner, and the three took the elevator down.

****


Lucid, having reached middle school level mathematics, had gotten a new idea during class a few days ago and was now attempting a new type of magic. He found that the best thing to come out of this whole "prodigy" ordeal was that none of the teachers scolded him for not paying attention in class.

"Kyung-ho," Hee Yeon warned,"pay attention, sweetie."
"But plaster face...!"

Indeed, "plaster face" wasn't paying attention at all, but before Kyung-ho could point that out, Hee Yeon sighed and warned him again.

"Kyung-ho! You know better than you talk back to your elders, don't you?"
"Yes..." said the boy, his voice barely a whisper.
"I'll let it slide just this once, because I know you're usually a very good students who listens to what 
I say. But it's just this once! Next time I catch you doing something else, you'll have to be punished. Is that clear?"
"Yes..."

Hee Yeon knew that she was being rather unfair, but she pushed her guilt aside. Even during the slight commotion, Lucid appeared to have been lost in his own thoughts, but Hee Yeon was actually quite grateful for this. Though it had only carried on for a short while, the other children all rather enjoyed watching their teacher become increasingly flustered at Lucid's incessant questions. It had been something of a game for them, and they had grown to look forward to Lucid asking questions, going as far as to persuade him to do so.

Thankfully, however, Lucid's interest had shifted to self-study (or so Hee Yeon firmly believed, as she didn't want to think that he was disappointed in her lack of knowledge), meaning he now spent the majority of his time pondering to himself or reading books. This meant that Hee Yeon could finally relax, with no need to be on constant guard for potential questions, and it was also why she left Lucid be in class.

During break, Lucid left the classroom and made his way down to the courtyard, which he had been staring at for the better portion of class. As it was, Myeong-su, from the classroom next door, had also come out to play. As excited as ever, he ran and ran, determined to make the most out of the ten minute break between classes.

"Oh hey, plaster face!" he called. "Aren't you cold?"

While Myeong-su was wearing a thick jacket, Lucid was only wearing a T-shirt.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine." Lucid grinned.


<Clash (4)> End.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

I'm sorry for not updating in a while, but my being gone was a mix of a few things. Between family, school, writers' block, as well as a few other things, I barely had any time to write and when I did I couldn't get anything written. So I gave up. I didn't have the time to waste not doing anything. Now that things in my life have settled down a bit in my life I've decided to come back to writing though. So I figured I'd pick up this story again and give it another go. But... I tried writing for a while and although I wrote a few chapters I wasn't enjoying it at all. I've become detached from the story and just can't write in the same way (even though before I was at best mediocre). So that brings me to now, where I'm going to write a new story. I've wanted to write something anime-related for a long time but I think that that's pretty saturated as a format right now. I had wanted to write something to do with fairy tail (maybe with a system) but I don't know if anyone would want to read it so... Anyways if you have any interesting ideas/ things you want to see/ things you REALLY DON'T want to see then let me know.

18 year old Kris dies saving a child, he gets hit by a truck (ERROR: CANNOT CLICHE HARDER) and his soul is sent across time and space to possess a recently deceased homeless boy.

This is my first real try in writing a story so bear with me as I flounder about trying to piece together a semblance of literature.

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                        •INTRODUCTION •

I woke up to find my face snuggled in her boobs and her legs draped over me like a vice grip

Without any rational thinking, I licked her nipple and sucked them.

It's so dirty doing what am I doing but it felt so good
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Anna a quiet and submissive girl comes to stay with a bold and a dominant girl... Women.

Something stirred inside Anna. The feeling she never had.

Is this love or lust she feels for her roommate.

Roommate named Venice.

Will it turn into love or a continuous cycle of cry, hate, and doubt.

Now the question rises is she a bio or is her roommate.
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Read this story to find how Anna finds love in a woman who is completely different from her.

I woke up to find my face snuggled in her boobs and her legs draped over me like a vice grip

Without any rational thinking, I licked her nipple and sucked them.

It's so dirty doing what am I doing but it felt so good
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"Why did you stop?" said raspy voice
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Anna a quiet and a submissive girl comes to stay with a bold and a dominant girl... Women.

Something stirred inside Anna. The feeling she never had.

 Is this love or lust she feels for her roommate.

Roommate named Venice.


Will it turn into love or a continuous cycle of cry, hate and doubt.

Now the question rises is she a bio or is her roommate.
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Read this story to find how Anna finds love in a woman who is completely different from her.

It's not a problem for Hollywood actors to really meet the excellent scripts.


    Even the first-line superstars will consider lower pay or friendship prices, which is why many actors will pick up non-commercial films.


    Everyone knows that big production commercial films are to become famous and earn good income, while those non-commercial films are the best way to get performance awards.


    "What do you study? I feel that you're very young." Rossi, as Scarlett's agent, naturally knows this fact, and she feels cautious.


    "I'm a graduate of the Columbia University with major in Screenwriting, Directing and Creative Producing." Alex laughed. "I'm afresh grad and recently drafted player of Spurs."


    Scarlett looked at Alex, who was shirtless upper body: "Since you have made this request, you must also know that a good script is must for me, since I agree with your request."


    "But if you don't have good scripts, then it's no for my business" she said.


    "Of course, as a man, I will abide by my promise, and now we draft an agreement and then go immediately to the Civil Affairs Court to lift our relationship." he said.


    Rossi Andrea felt that there was no problem for now, and she has avoided many sleepless nights. She quickly wrote this request on paper: "Look, if you have no problem with it, you can sign there."


    After accepting the agreement, Alex glanced at it very simply and picked up the pen.


    "Right, forget to tell you, if there is no accident, then the first film I will finish the script in a week, do you have free time recently? If so, please reserve for up to two weeks of shooting time."


    Alex words scared Rossi and Scarlett; they thought that Alex's temporarily changed his mind and jump into it.


    "It seems that you are very nervous. If there's no accident, the film is a thriller. I think you can go back and learn to watch some excellent thriller films, so it should be easier once we started filming.


    "Thriller-suspense film?" Scarlett looked at Alex, who quickly signed his name on paper. She debuted to the film of the thriller element but did not film the pure thriller. "What else? Action? Science fiction?"


    "No, it's a pure horror suspense film, and leave me your email, I'll send it to you the script as soon as possible, now can I go?" Alex handed over an agreement and left them.


    "You put on your clothes, and then we set off." Rossi said.


    "Now, you've know that this is Las Vegas." Rossi glanced at Scarlett and then looked at Alex. "Sorry, for the bother?" Go by yourself, if you meet a reporter..."


    "I understand, you can go first." Alex shrugged.


    Alex sat on the sofa and thought about how to shoot the original film "Buried". The reason for choosing this film was that there were few props except for it's low cost and good reviews.


    The original film, Paul Conroy, is an American construction contractor who's working in Iraq.


    Suddenly, when he woke up one day, he found himself inside a coffin w/ sand inside and there's way to no move it.


    There's only one lighter, a knife and his mobile phone beside him.


    Although he is suffering from memory loss, he still tries to remember things that lead him here.


    
    This is a movie with a low production cost and not much props to go to purchase. Alex carefully studied the film countless times.


    The incident of Iraq war, the terrorists, the high unemployment rate in the United States, the mother-in-law who didn't like the son-in-law, the wife who loved her husband, and so on, which was only used in the limited time and space of the 90-minute film, it's message and satirized the social reality. Alex does admire the ability of writers and directors in the film.


    Although there's no original script, Alex believes that he can write a new script with his own understanding and gradual improve some details.


    Alex's also knows that the highest requirement of the whole film is the use of the lens. Fortunately, Alex has carefully studied this particular film and he believes that he'll be able to do it perfectly.


    The most important props are coffin, lighters and mobile phones. Alex directly thought of the way to make more money, that is product placement.


    In this way, he can even complete the film without spending much money, and perhaps get a fee for himself.


    There are few actors and few props. It's also a good evaluation through word-of-mouth and may also get more sponsors next film. Therefore, the box office of this film is not as good as the lower-cost "Paranormal Activity "9, but for Alex, it's the best choice in his current conditions.


    Originally, he didn't intend to use Scarlett as main character, but under the pressure of Scarlett and her agent, he came up with an idea of  using Scarlett.


    In addition to free labor, it's important that Scarlett Johansson is a famous actress now.


    No one will reject such beauty, whether it's a man or a woman, but their starting point isn't the same.


    What's more, Scarlett Johansson is not a vase actress. Her good looks and acting have been recognized by Hollywood studios and critics.


    Otherwise, it wouldn't be easy to become a superstar with a payout of $20 million in Hollywood in the future, where there's no shortage of beautiful women.


    In Alex view, Scarlett's acting is enough to complete the story of the film, but Alex, the protagonist is changed to female and means that the script should also be modified.


    A simple imitation isn't good enough, which means the challenge is great.


    In his mind, while lying on the sofa, he played back this "Buried" that he had seen more than a dozen times during his thesis. He wanted to see how to change the script to achieve the better result.


    The look of Ryan Reynolds in his mind made Alex very admire him, but at this moment he couldn't help but laugh.


    Because he's the only actor in this film, Ryan Reynolds, is the future husband of Scarlett Johansson and now this character has become her.


    After packing up the things on the floor, she determined that there was nothing left and Scarlett turned around.


    Alex who's lying on the sofa looks very relaxed and enjoying himself. She can't help thinking that she isn't attracted to this man.


    "We've packed up the things. After half an hour, in the civil affairs court will see you." After


    Scarlett was finished, she and her agent, Rossi Andrea, walked to the door, and Alex also stood up.


    "This is crazy!" Looking at the clothes on the floor, Alex shrugged it. He had completely accepted the reality of crossing here and was ready to take a day.


    Although he never got married until he got here, now he about to get divorce, but this first step in his new life made him feel very good.


    Picking up the left clothes on the ground, although the smell of wine is bad to smell, Alex has to put it on, he has no spare cash to buy new clothes.


    "Where is my wallet?" Alex glanced on the floor for a long time and then looked at the head cabinet and still didn't find his ugly and outdated wallet.


    The sound of the elevator reaching the first floor sounded, and Scarlett suddenly remembered that she had forgotten an important thing, even though it was a terrible night for her.


    "Rosie, I dropped something in the room, you wait for me in the lobby, I'll come back soon." Not waiting for Rossi to answer, Scarlett pushed the 22th floor button.


    "How can you do this to me and let me trouble finding my wallet." Alex, who hasn't found it for a long time, is ready to give up and the door opened.

 

    Alex directly got rid of the quilt, and there's a red mark in the middle that stunned him, and Scarlett also pushed the door.

This is not my original work, I just wanted to continue this novel so I’m translating it on my own free time. Please Enjoy.... After a freak accident, Alex Salva soul reborn in a guy with the same name, movie filmmaker and a player for Spurs.

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