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its been years since she last enjoy the company of her friends so she's really looking forward to their reunion. she became introvert after not meeting them she always hide in her room reading novels of different genre...sometimes when she's in the mood she will write a poem and post it randomly in different sites...One of them is her favorite The Lost soul...


Behind my smiles
Hides a battered mind,
A soul that lost and trying to break free from the shadows of beautiful life.
Behind my smile 

Thousand tears are screaming to be free.
A billion stars that shines brightly, but why does my own stars are fading away.
My life, my life is fading .

Where to go, where to hide, where to find the light that will shine my useless life...

Have you ever grown tired of living?
 Sometimes you wish the next second your gone like a wind, like a shadow that only past by.
Sometimes faking everything in order for them to see you smile is nothing but a hypocrite decisions when at night your silently crying your hearts out...

A love you never know if their is one.
all you ever want is to love and to be love..
but you always end up crying..

you give up the idea and became a different person in order to find love.
But what you found is nothing but a nightmare that will end up eating your life away from guilt....

will you ever forgive yourself?
will you end up your life?
will he ever find out what he miss?
before its too late...

With an impressive zero death, Phecda took over 16 communication bases from Lai Sheng Company. They also captured 73 suspected cultists, 2 zombies but there was no trace of the Deep Ones. Unlike Chen Defa, the two zombies were not given the chance to commit suicide inside their hiding cave. Of the 73 cultists, only 6 were still alive. They were imprisoned but they were all in a state of madness. One of them was Zhao Jiantao, the middle-aged man from Li Qi Zai whom the Problematic Team apprehended. The two inside the underground tunnel were confirmed to be dead. Their cause of death was asphyxiation from cyanide poisoning but strangely enough, there was no trace of the poison in their system. That left only the possibility of supernatural causes. 
Regardless, the living was to be interrogated and the dead autopsied. Phecda had no mercy for these people. They would stop at nothing to acquire new clues. 
Due to the scale of the mission, especially the battle at Da Hwa City, meant that it was impossible to cover it up from the public. Therefore, Phecda made an official announcement that afternoon, stating that the mission was to take down an organized crime family working out of the country. The thing that caused the earthquake at Nan An Street was not a ghost or a demon, instead it was a cryptic with great strength, in the veins of King Kong. The evidence of 'superpower' was actually a type of new-fangled laser weapon. On the succeeding press conference, Gu Jun's team appeared before the camera again with the same official response. However, they refused the media's request to view the laser weapon due to its confidentiality. 
This incident proved that Gu Jun and his team were not promotional materials in spite of their good looks, they were actual special agents. However, people in the know understood the use of exaggeration in the official statement. Lai Sheng Company was not 'taken down' but they were indeed dealt a severe blow. Due to the very nature of mysterious organizations, they would not have many members as they depended on secrecy and subterfuge. One member loss was one chip off the organization's power. None of the 73 cultists had wilted faces, which was a shame, as it meant none of them were among the administrative members. They most likely acted as liaison with the public. With the loss of the 16 communication bases, Afterlife Cult's supernatural communication system within the country was seriously impacted. Combine that with the cultists that died in the marine warfare, Afterlife Cult would need plenty of time to recuperate from the damage this time. 
Other than that, Phecda collected a surprising number of new clues from these bases. Just from Li Qi Zai alone, they salvaged over 50 vases with foreign prints and encrypted documents, which were being deciphered by the Investigation Department as we speak. 
The bases were mutilated to varying degrees by the cultists which depleted the locations' inherent power. However, Phecda managed to salvage a large number of ritualistic symbols and pictures, all of them were entered into the Spell Department's highly confidential cache. They were handled cautiously for they might cause mental corruption. Among all of the new discoveries, Gu Jun paid greatest attention to the foreign messages found. The foreign language was a language of life, it carried more meaning than patterns and paintings. And of all the new messages, the one that confused and bothered him the most was the poem stanza, "That the play is the tragedy, 'Man,' / And its hero, the Conqueror Worm."
The more he studied it, the bleaker he felt. He was not unfamiliar with this feeling, he encountered the same grey bleakness when he read the writings by Deng Ximei. 'Why? Is there a connection between the two?' Before he got more things figured out, Gu Jun did not want to confront Deng Ximei for he knew he'd only find a brick wall. However, he believed the foreign poem to be related to the giant worm, in fact, the Conqueror Worm should refer to the young creature that they encountered. 
"These bastards want to take advantage of the legionella pneumonia's residual impact." Gu Jun told Elder Tong, "Before the world has the chance to heal, they want to use this opening to create chaos to cultivate darkness, that is most likely their latest goal." Perhaps Gu Jun did share an inexplicable connection with Afterlife Cult for his prediction soon came true. 
…
Night fell and events from yesterday's mission created a bustle at base. Gu Jun walked out from the Medical Building's Autopsy Floor. Gu Jun, Cai Zixuan and Uncle Dan were dissecting the two bodies from the underground tunnel but so far they found nothing. However, their attendance was suddenly required by Elder Tong. They swiftly decontaminated, changed and hurried to the conference room situated in the same building. A monitor hung from the wall. A short video had caught Phecda's attention.
"This video was first uploaded to Youtube this morning." Elder Tong explained. "It caused quite an uproar in a short amount of time. It has filtered through the cracks into the country even though the government has taken measures to ban the ones on official video-sharing sites. But only so much can be done regarding the underground websites. In any case, take a look at this video for yourself first." 
Millions of netizens had seen the video already and so far there was no reportage of public health concern. The land's travellers volunteered to watch the video with the assessment stone. Thankfully, the video caused no sign of corruption on its viewers. However, protective measures were still taken for Gu Jun. He had on the assessment stone and several cleansing stones were placed within his arm's reach. He sat squarely in the chair and clicked for the video to play. The video had no sound and the muteness added to its eeriness. 
The video started with an innocent-looking cartoon. The style was colorful and childlike. On stage, there were actors dressed as angels and clowns, prancing and dancing, chasing a giant shadow that shifted magically into different shapes. They ran from one end of the stage to another, going around in circles. Suddenly a giant worm covered in blood wiggled on stage. The actors stopped in their tracks. Before they could react, the giant worm opened its maw to swallow them up. The worm munched greedily as the broken limbs and body parts plunked noisily onto the stage, slowly dying the stage red. The stage lights dimmed and the curtain fell. Then the video showed the play's name written in the foreign language, 'Man'. 
If that was all, the video would not have gone viral so easily. It was because the video did not end there. After the cartoon, then came a footage of a live performance. A group of children in angel and clown costumes ran around a stage, as if chasing something. Suddenly the camera panned to the right corner of the stage where something appeared to be wiggling in the darkness… 
Just as the camera was about to zoom in… the video ended. No one knew the ending and where the video was taken. But the suggestion in this video entitled 'Man' was spine-tingling. Some netizens had even started a petition to find those children. 
"Those children…" Gu Jun who finished watching the video mumbled. Even though the opaline did not glow, his voice did darken, "They are most likely Spirit Children, they might be Lai Sheng Company's latest cultivated batch." 
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The once-bustling and noisy streets were now filled with an eerie blanket of silence.
Hoarse and frenzied whispers lingered high above the heavens, and an indescribable ancient giant lurked in the shadows of the bottomless ocean.
A mysterious plague had outbroken, and natural disasters wrought the Earth. Global pandemic and catastrophes had the panicked masses seeking illusory shelters from the devastation, day and night.
A bloody shower poured over the land as the streaks of lightning tore across the sky, illuminating the ill-intentioned gathering of ravens above. Nevermore, nevermore, quoth the ravens.
"We can see that this malformed creature has twelve pairs of ribs like humans, but also has a "transverse bone" that humans do not possess..."
In the medical school, Gu Jun continued bringing down his scalpel, illustrating the abnormal thoracic structure of the malformed cadaver on the dissection table to the surrounding students.
Ominous and treacherous times had descended! Truth and logic had crumbled, order warped into a frenzy. Humanity can only forge ahead through the power of intelligence and wisdom.
Dive into this Lovecraftian horror and witness madness come to life. 

"Hssss!"
The crowd inhaled a breath of cold air!
Composing a poem on the spot was young master Mo’s expertise!
Someone then shouted out, "I’ve heard that young master Mo managed to compose a poem in just ten steps for the Fire Emperor. Do we have the fortunes of seeing such a skill?"
Everyone started to reveal cheers of joy and anticipation.
Most of them had heard of young master Mo’s ten step poem before the Fire Nation's Emperor. If they manage to hear young master Mo compose a poem in ten steps once again, it would be a historical moment for everyone!
Once the poem was completed, it would also be a poem that would be recorded in the books of history.
Besides, young master Mo’s talents in poem are undoubted. In fact, he was so good in poetry that he was the unrivalled Poem King within Fire Nations. Anyone who could witness his ‘ten steps poem’ would be deemed to be extremely fortunate.
Madam Ya was rather astonished as well. In previous banquets, the crowd would come up with their own topics of discussion, since they would have made preparations before coming and allow others to enjoy their work. Today, young master Mo requested for her to give a topic. He clearly wanted to win some of his pride and dignity back.
Although Madam Ya felt that agreeing in this wouldn’t be fair to Xu Que, she badly wanted to witness young master Mo’s ten step poem as well.
"Regardless of whatever topic Madam Ya gives, I will be able to complete a full poem within ten steps!" Young master Mo stood up, as he readied himself. His eyes were focused as he smiled and looked at Madam Ya.
Complete a full poem within ten steps!
Madam Ya was so excited by these words that her heart was hammering in her chest. Such confidence and exquisite talents caused her to go in a daze!
For a student to compose a good poem was the ultimate test of how brilliant and knowledgeable he was. If he wasn’t the best student or the most talented, how will he ever dare to speak such big words to promise a complete poem within ten steps?
Hence, Madam Ya replied, "Alright. Since young mister Mo’s so full of confidence, I shall come up with a topic!"
As she finished, she turned her head back to look at her surroundings before looking at the sky.
At this point, the sky was gradually turning dark as if it was about to rain anytime soon!
Madam Ya smiled gently as she spoke, "Since we’re right on the brink of spring, everyone can look out and see that the clouds are dense and thick. Maybe we shall receive our first spring rain today. Let’s have spring rain as the topic. What do you think?"
Spring rain?
When the students heard this, their eyes gleamed. This wasn’t very hard!
However, even though this wasn’t a difficult topic, it would be rather hard to compose a poem within ten steps!
To most of the students present, writing a poem would always have the comfort of their own homes. They would rack their brains and think for hours on end before they produce a work that’s average at best. For someone to do it in within ten steps was practically impossible to them.
Xu Que was still standing by the side when he heard the topic of ‘spring rain’ and was elated.
Hehe... spring rain? Within my book of 300 Tang Poems, most of them can be linked to this topic. Besides, each and every poem in this book is a work of genius!
Even before Madam Ya could finish speaking her sentence, Mo Yun Shang walked out.
When he took his first step, everyone’s expression was one of surprise.
"How... How is this possible?"
"Doesn’t he even need to think?"
Even Madam Ya reacted to this in amazement. As soon as he heard the topic, he could immediately compose a poem. That was amazing. It’s no wonder he’s referred to as Poem King!
Mo Yun Shang’s eyes exuded immense confidence in his own abilities as endearing dimples were able to capture the hearts of those who heard him. Mo Yun Shan reared his head up before taking his second step, "The spring rains are as fine as dust."
Soon after, he took his third step, "While the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow."
Even before the audience could ponder over his words, he took another step forward and recited the fourth line, "Curtains entwined with the gentle wind."
He was down to his last line. Everyone held their breaths in nervous anticipation as they watched his feet. He had three steps to go. Could he complete the poem within three steps?
Indeed, the contented look on Mo Yun Shang’s face indicated that he was more than confident of achieving such a feat. He took a deep breath before finishing his last three steps. He then spoke loudly, "As the satin cloths sway in the mild breeze."
He took a total of ten steps and delivered such an amazing poem!
Clap clap clap clap…
The audience were filled with astonishment and were clearly impressed!
The sounds of applause were almost deafening.
"Great poem! What a great poem!"
"Indeed, he’s the Poem King. He could compose a brilliant poem from scratch within just ten steps.
"The spring rains are as fine as dust, while the willow trees outside, a brilliant shade of yellow. Indeed, that is the scenery we get to view at this very moment across the great lake!"
"It’s hard to imagine how talented young master Mo is. Even before the first drops of rain had descended, he’s already painted a beautiful picture of spring in our imaginations that is so lifelike!"
Several students voiced out their opinions and were filled with respect.
Tang Liu Feng was sighing as well, "The title of Poem King is indeed not in vain. Today, my eyes have been treated to a sumptuous experience!"
Madam Ya was mildly trembling as her eyes twinkled in delight. She sighed, "Young mister Mo’s poem is indeed the best poem to describe spring rain!"
"Pu!" Xu Que spat out an entire mouthful of tea on the floor, as his face contorted in disgust.
Fuck, how could this be considered ‘best poem’? Are you trying to tease me?
Indeed, when he spat out tea, he had attracted the attention of everyone again.
Mo Yun Shan turned around and glared at him, his eyes emanated an icy stare and laughed coldly, "What? Could it be that Brother Li despises my poem?"
"Gulp… It’s alright, but it isn’t even worth my despise!" Xu Que wiped away some tea water on his lips and laughed dryly.
As soon as this words were spoken, the crowd’s lips puckered in disgust.
It isn’t even worth his despise?
Fuck me! Big brother, you’re bragging a little too much here right?
The quality of this poem could even be the best in Fire Nation! And he even composed it all within ten steps. With the amount of talent it took to produce something like that, you even say that it’s not worth your despise?"
Mo Yun Shang couldn’t bear it any longer and burst out, "Since that’s the case, I wonder if brother Li has a better piece of work?"
"Me? Of course I do. Are you sure you wish to hear it?" Xu Que blinked several times as his heart roared with happiness. This humble subject didn’t wish to act tough, but you forced me to. I shall oblige you. Looks like sometimes, even when I don’t wish to act tough, the career catches me off guard! So, don’t blame me for putting on a good show!
The crowd looked at his face and had to suppress the inner urge to rush forward and beat his stinking face. Their hearts were filled with disgust and repulse for him.
A student then cleared his throat, "Young master Mo composed his poem in ten steps. If you can really compose a poem, it still won't mean that you’re more talented than him!"
"Hehe… did you say ten steps?" Xu Que laughed coldly before shaking his head, "To me, that poem was utter trash!"
"You… What did you say?"
"The audacity! How outrageous! You dare to lose your mannerisms and speak in such a way!"
"If a ten step poem is too easy for you, are you going to compose a poem in seven steps?"
The crowd was enraged when they heard this and that Mo Yun Shan was truly being treated unjustifiably.
The ten steps poem was extremely difficult and he even managed to compose such a high quality poem, but you actually called it trash?
"Boom!"
Xu Que slammed the tea cup heavily on the table, as he smiled out, "Seven steps poem? What’s the big deal with that? But I have to apologize. This humble subject won’t just compose one poem in ten steps. Instead… I shall compose ten poems in ten steps!"


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

"He is joking, right.", whispered a man in the audience to his friend.

"It's a love poem to a princess. There is no other princess than her."

"It's probably just a coincidence."

"Why the trouble to make a poem about a princess when the theme is the moon?"

That's right. After all, in this kind of contest, the theme was not considered absolute. In the case of the Moon, the theme could be moonlight, moon-viewing, even battle under the moon would not be considered weird. But of all the possibilities, Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan chose the Moon Princess. From the multiple meanings and message, it was a love poem. Out of all the time possible, he did it when Princess Ming was watching. How could this not be a coincidence!?

"...", the man could only stay silent.

Not just him, currently no one said anything. They did not cheer for the poem. They did not boo him for wooing the princess. After all, this was the first time a participant ever uses a poem to confess his love.

They did not know what to do. Confessing your love to a woman was good, they will surely support him. But, the target of the confession, the Princess of Xiang Lan Nation. Do you think she will accept someone like you?

What they need to do was to wait for Princess Ming's reaction, then they will go along with whatever the Princess said. With her outgoing personality, she will probably say something like 'Big brother poem is the best!' or 'Qiao An thinks this poem is inappropriate!'. The former answer means they will cheer for Feng Ao Xiu's Number One and praise his poem. The latter means they will condemn him for his action.

Kong Ling Jue and Emperor Fu Sheng Jian, the two men who know the real identity of the young man were especially shocked. Is that why you're here? Feng Ao Xiu must have found out that the Princess is here as a special jury, so he participates in the contest to pursue her.

Everyone intensely stared at Princess Ming. However, it only makes her more embarrassed. This was a new side of the Princess who was always cheerful and outgoing.

[Why is she so embarrassed? Isn't she supposed to be outgoing and cheerful?]

In the middle of it, was one man who's more confused than anybody, Feng Ao Xiu. 

[What happened? What's wrong with the silence? Could they have found out that I was cheating!?]

Yes, Feng Ao Xiu cheated again. The rules stated that the poem must be originally made, which Feng Ao Xiu did not follow. It was a big gamble considering that there were many scholars who knew thousands of poems and could easily detect if the poem was original. However, he was sure that if he used one of the poems that he learned during the last three years, no one would find anything weird.

Feng Ao Xiu shook his head. 'The Moon Princess' was a popular poem, but no one here has ever heard of this poem.

[Is there something wrong with the poem? It's just a love poem for a princess, there is nothing wrong... Wait! What the f*ck!? What have I done!? Princess Ming is here!]

Feng Ao Xiu did not know what to do. He could only stand there in silence waiting for a reply.

The silence continues. After about a minute of no sound, the Princess realized that all the attention was on her. She finally opened her mouth.

"I... It's..."

Oh! The Princess finally responds.

"It's ugly! I... I hate this poem! You pervert!"

Although Princess Ming said harsh words, everyone perceived it differently. 

[The Princess is angry! She's cute when she's angry!]

[Her personality doesn't allow her to be angry. What happened!? She's like a different person.]

[With that embarrassed look on her face, it is obvious she likes the poem, but she doesn't want everybody to know. So cute!]

If the princess wants them not to know, then they will pretend not to know. If the princess wants the poem to be ugly, then they will pretend the poem is ugly. Whatever the princess wished for, they will surely do their best to fulfil.

"Ah... It's too bad! That poem is ugly! I hoped too much from Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan!"

"Such an ugly poem. There's nothing uglier than this."

"Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, you did your best, but you cannot win with an ugly poem."

Mo Tie Yang suddenly stood up and said, "I declare the winner Master Sun!"

Kong Ling Jue was the one in charge of this match, he should be the one who declares the winner, but he stays silent. Since Feng Ao Xiu real purpose was to flirt with the Princess, then it won't matter who won.

Everybody claps and cheer, but it's obvious that it was not wholehearted. 

Master Sun Huang won, but he doesn't feel happy at all. Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan stole all his glory with one poem, for him nothing was more miserable than this moment. Although he won, it feels like he lost. 

Feng Ao Xiu was shocked. 

[It's over!? Just like that! This poem has been declared ugly. I lost!!! Don't you know that this poem is really famous!?]

The Princess occasionally glanced at Feng Ao Xiu. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu stares back at her, their eyes met each other. She quickly turns her head away, "Hmmph!"

Feng Ao Xiu breaks out a cold sweat. 

[What to do!? She's angry! If this keeps up, it won't matter how good I am at the last match, I will definitely lose!]

The little girl controls everything. Whoever she likes will be the winner, no matter how bad you were. If she said you lose, then you will lose no matter how well you perform.

The host said, "Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan, It's too bad, but there is no way your ugly poem can compare to Master Sun's legendary poem."

You still dare to call it ugly!? If the real owner knew that you people call his poem ugly. He will definitely kill all of you.

The host continued, "It's time for the last contest! The painting contest!"

"It is simple. Within an hour, the participant could draw anything, it's freestyle! The best painting declared by the juries is the winner! May the best painter win!"

The contest started and the participants started painting. The white canvases gradually changed colours. There were many drawings like a fluffy rabbit, ferocious tiger, lantern festivals, high mountains, and relaxing ponds. It could be said all of them were fairly good.

After half an hour, many contestants finished painting. Although the three scholars gave a solid and constructive criticism, nobody cares about them anymore. Instead, Princess Ming comments became the highlight of this contest.

Fluffy Rabbit.

"This Rabbit is really fluffy. Qiao An wants to play with this rabbit!"

Ferocious Tiger.

"Qiao An wants to have this kind of tiger at home."

Mountain Landscapes.

"It's beautiful! Qiao An wants to go there someday."

Gorilla.

"This gorilla is so cute! Qiao An never see such a cute gorilla!"

"That gorilla is cute?" An audience asked his friend. Although there were many ways to draw a gorilla. Cute was not the correct way to describe this one. No matter how he sees it, it could only be a vicious gorilla wrecking everything in its path.

"Don't ask! If Princess Ming said that gorilla is cute. Then it is a cute gorilla!"

Another man in the audience shouts, "Ah... Such a cute gorilla!"

Princess Ming was a cheerful girl, anything she said will be positively good. She never called anything as ugly... except for the last poem.

Everyone already finished or almost finished their drawing, except Feng Ao Xiu. His canvas was still blank.

Feng Ao Xiu glanced again at the Princess. She noticed Feng Ao Xiu looks at her, she immediately blushed and turned her head away while acting angry.

Feng Ao Xiu smiles. [Ahh... She is so cute! Wait, it's not the time for this! She's still angry!]

Feng Ao Xiu was right to be worried. If her anger would not subside, then everything he draws will be useless. She will just call it ugly again.

[Think! What kind of paint can make her happy!?]

But nothing comes into mind. 

[It's supposed to not just makes her happy but also won't deny that she is happy!? Or at least something that she could never deny it's ugly...]

At this moment, something struck into his brain. But this idea was a double-edged sword, his body shuddered to know all the bad possibilities that would happen with it. However, time was not on his side. This was the only chance he got. It's all or nothing.

Feng Ao Xiu holds his paintbrush. His hands move fast while painting on the canvas.

The audience has been anxiously waiting at what Feng Ao Xiu's Number One Fan will draw. After all, the results of his performance in the previous contests were extraordinary.

"Look, he starts painting!"

"What kind of painting is it?"

"Ah!!! It's... It's..."

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu is a genius that only appears once every 10,000 years. His talent is the target of envy and jealousy of all the people around the world. But because of his talent that he was betrayed and died at a young age of 15 years old.

When everyone thought that the Feng Clan just lost a future supreme expert, Feng Ao Xiu slowly rise from the dead and he returned to the Clan. 

However, no one knows that Feng Ao Xiu was not a cultivator. They think he was back stronger than ever.

In a world full of cultivators, Feng Ao Xiu was an ordinary man. Can he survive?

Join him in a story full of comedy misunderstanding!

by Bamnieellandmic


I just want to write a letter poem to just express my feelings 
I just want to write a letter poem to let you know what my feelings about 
I just want to write a letter poem to makes you feel that my love for you endlessly 
I really want to write a letter poem from my heart to lets to know how much I love you so 

I have been through a lots of heartache 
I have been through full of sadness 
I have been through being fooled 
Its seems my life is so very unfair 

Until you two walked into my life in mysterious ways 
You showed me that there is someone like me can respect me 
You teach me that there is someone like me can love me with unconditionally 
It's seems like there someone who can make love and care about me 

As your lover and your partner 
You showed me that what the best of me 
You keep trying your best to make me feel that you love me so much 
I want to say thank you for you set me free to be happy and let me to love you so much 

As your mom and best friend 
You showed me that there someone who will accept me
Even though we're not blood but my own heart you are my real daughter 
I want to say thank you for you accept and treat me as your own mother 

There's someone who sent you in my lonely life
There's someone who sent you for me to makes me happy 
There's someone who sent you for me to give me a strength 
As like you are my favorite person made by God for me

I wrote this letter poem to let you know how much I felt for you
I wrote this letter poem to let you know how much I'm happy to have you 
I wrote this letter poem to let you know how much I love you so much 
As like I wrote this letter poem to let you know that I'm blessed cause you are my precious gift from heaven above 

( poet: I dedicate to my boyfriend and soon husband named by Ernie and daughter na Hindi Basta anak- anakan lang kundi Turing ko talaga isang anak ko talaga, thanks magama ko to love me and support me I love you both )

Loram "My Brother"

Jule "My Slav- my friend"

After the 'moving' conversation they want to the school 

The first class that Jule has is English and it's was Jule favorite class Why is simple 

Jule 'Ms.Canli is so hot'😤

Ms.Canli  "Good morning class today's assignment is simple and really fun"

Jule "We are going to sleep 😃?"

Ms. Canli " No we are not"

All class "Buuu"

Ms.Canli "Today's assignment is to create a poem"

Student A "It's has to be from a book or our own?"

Ms. Canli "Your own"

Jule was not really the creative type and much less a poetry so to him this was really tought 

Jule 'Hmmm what kind of poem should I made I can't think of anything good'

System [O woo you can't think about anything so weiiird🤭]

Jule 'Shut up and see how a made a great poem'

System [Yea sure you are going to leave me shocked]

Jule 'So you don't believe ah, than do you want to bet'

System [Sure bring on bicht]

Jule 'If I make a poem that can shock the teacher and I win Than you have to level up all my martial arts to level 10'

System [And if you lose all your martial arts are going back to level 0]

Jule 'Deal'

Since he was at it Jule also bet with Loram and it's a simple bet

Jule "The one with the worse poem has to run nude in the school campus"

Loram "Deal"

See a simple bet, right?

And just like that like that they started writing the poems 

Jule 'Hmm I need inspiration, inspiration agh I can thin of anything'

Jule was empty he couldn't think of anything special but than he remembered 

Jule 'Special? Interesting? Amusing?'

Jule 'Pffff ahah I am really stupid don't I already experience those things myself?'

Jule 'Yea That is right so think about what have you done the people that you had humiliated and how good it felt'

And Jule was Finally inspired 

The poem 

In the hottest day that I ever experienced I was walking with only frien while thinking about myself 

All the time fooling around never thinking about the past 

When we parted ways I passed by the park and what I see make me think
'Damn what a hot girl' while my mouth was wide open

And since that day I started thinking 'To be with such a hot girl I need to be a hot guy'

And I accomplished that goal and now I am that hot guy that girls talk about but it not enough because I want to have more fun.

End

Jule 'I should name this poem 'the rise of the loser' good name, right'

System [Hey host is not fair doesn't matter how I see it this really I going to shock the teacher but in a different way]

Ms. Calin "Okay everybody it's time to turn in your poems"

Ten minutes later 

[All your martial arts skills have level up to 10]

System [Danm it]

Jule "Hahahah"

Jule "Loram show me you poem to see which of us win the bet"

Loram "Ah well you know my poem is a little weird"

Loram poem 

No food, no life

No water, no life 

If there is no happiness there is no life

And the most Important of all

No porn, no life 


Jule 'Thanks god the bet I did with was about the best poem and no the most insane one because I would have lost'

Jule "I win "

Loram "Please Don't made Run naked in the school I bed you "

Jule couldn't see his best friend like that so he gave two simple but difficult options 

Jule "Loram you are my friend so I will give two options 1 If you don't run naked I wouldn't give you my porn collection 2 if you run I will give to you"

See simple options  but really difficult 

Loram "Number 2"

But to some people is really easy to decide and not necessarily the best option 

System [Even I am shocked of how quickly he decided]

Jule 'Bi kidding'

Jule 'Well better stop the joke here even if I am a sadist I don't want my only friend to go to jail'

Jule "Hey Loram you do-"

Before Jule could finish his sentence Loram was already outside without clothes 

Girls "haaaaaaasaaaa a pervert call the police "

Jule "Fuckkkkkk!"

One day our Jule Beltra  founds a S&M Magazine and when he touched the magazine ir disappeared in the next moment  he heared a voice in his head 

[Congratulations you are the new host of the perfect sadist system]

"Ahh!!!! What the??”

Follow the story of Jule and watch how he becomes a all powerful being.... and sadistic man


This is my first novel so please write any comments that can help me thank you



CHAPTER 72 

DESTINY 

Memories roll back 

Age can’t go back 

 To move with Time 

Time take us to destiny ǁ 

Each second people becoming old 

Value of second can’t be judged 

Greatness on the utility of second 

Life meaning with seconds’ ǁ 

 

Poem Content Gist: 

Life on Earth moves forward along with Time. | 

Time never stops. So also Life never stops. | 

People become old. | 

New generations come and old generation go. | 

Each second is important in life. | 

One has to move along time. | 

One should know the value of second. | 

The utility of a second in life is a great. | 

Time is Priceless. | 

Also Life is Priceless 

...... 

DANCE 

Costly Time, 

O Boys, My Dance Is For You 

Steps Make You Dance 

No Shy, Day Is Yours’ 

Band and Song Is Yours 

Dance Is Yours 

 Darling Friends 

Drink and Dance 

Golden Time 

No High, Dance and Dine || 

DANCE 

 Poem Content Gist: 

 

Its Time utility. Drink and Dance in a rave party. 

No problem. 

But, to be in limits. 

 Tempting song. 

Invite to dine and dance program. No waste of time at party. 

No to drink high. 

 Step and dance appeal by dancer. Says Band and Song enjoy and dance according to the tune and music. 

Appeal audience to enjoy dance in the ‘Dine and Dance Program. 

........ 

ALLIANCE 

 

Thought she rejected me 

 Was hoping for a success alliance 

 No reply came from her side 

 Doubted this marriage alliance || 

 

 Couple of weeks passed 

 Message came from her 

 Was ready for an alliance 

 Accepted outright for this good proposal || 

ALLIANCE 

Poem Content Gist: 

 

It’s a shy love one side imagination. 

Expected a successful tie-up. 

Initially not successful. 

After few weeks, message received. 

Love became success. 

Ready for an alliance. 

Accepted the marriage proposal. 

Got married. 

Life running smooth. 

Finally successful in my Project “Love" 

.... 

LIFE 

 

Know Rainbow colors 

Life has many colors 

Eyes have Multi-colours 

Life has colourful colors 

Thinking has lovely colors 

 Shrewdness, an ideal aspect 

Life be with best principles 

Will power, a success to Life || 

Poem content Gist: 

Everybody’s life has countless number of colors. 

One may be knowing Rainbow colors. 

It’s true that our eyes too have countless number of colourful colors. 

Even our Life and Life’s thinking has many colors. 

It’s up to a person, how best be utilized with these multiple-colors for growth of our life. 

The success of one’s life depends upon these colors, in any field, for that matter. 

Moreover, will power with colors of thinking will lead to success. The added attraction of life is with Principles, which one should not 

avoid or neglect. 

..... 

 

WAR Worry 

 

Dangers of war 

 War scenario 

Fighters hovering clouds 

Gun Fires 

Rockets and bombings 

Disturbing people Peace 

World people worried 

 People became spectators 

 Helpless People 

Maintain peace and harmony 

Time to open dialogue || 

 

Poem content: 

 

Making aggressive War on selfish ends. 

 To become World No.1 Country is not correct. 

Discussion and dialogues for peace and harmony is invited. 

Possible through table discussions. 

People suffer and loose life due to War. 

Damages caused due to War cannot be recovered. 

Most people worried for war-like-scenario. 

People become helpless. 

 Become simple spectators. 

It’s Time to Open Dialogue 

No War – No War 

Discussion is best 

Peace is good. 

.... 

PRIORITIES 

Humanity 

 Mankind and Peace 

 Present day needs and priorities 

One has no authority 

Not pollute the environment 

Maintain Peace and harmony 

The priorities of 21st century 

Can’t afford to lose lives 

 No damages|| 

Poem content: 

21st Century priorities are Peace and Harmony. 

Not to pollute the environment. 

One has no authority. 

Can’t afford to lose lives of innocent people 

One should not expect any damages. 

Present day needs and priorities are more 

The foremost one is Humanity. 

Peace and Harmony are essential 

Basic essentials are Food, Clothing and Shelter. 

Work for Human cause 

Mankind is great. 

_______________ 

SERVICE 

Support Peoples’ Taste 

No Suffer Innocent People 

Extend Philanthropy 

It's Children's' Future 

We Reps. of God 

Extend Best, Change the Society 

Honor others, Get Self-honor 

Humanity and Mankind Essential 

No need as Professional 

Be Principled for Harmony 

Pleasantness, A Lifeline 

SERVICE: Poem Content Gist: 

On this Earth, we the People have to support all 

Mostly, children, aged, poor, and unaffordable people. 

Every person have their own taste. 

One has to extend Philanthropy 

Future belongs to children 

We must change the Society 

Honor others 

Self honor one get 

Essentials are Humanity 

It’s Mankind 

Harmony and Pleasantness important 

Discipline, a Life-Line 

___________

STORY-LINE SYNOPSIS
(WAR Paranormal Urban Fiction and Paranormal Day)

PART- I

An evil “King Kong Raj” who rules in a Planet called “King Kong Raj Planet”. He troubles and tortures all the people in his Planet and robs all their gold, jewelry and diamonds. People of that Planet fed-up with his rule.  This evil King has his own army who frequently robs and tortures people to gain an upper hand for this evil King. This evil King had some super-natural powers and  also maya, mantra, tantra by virtue of his staunch Prayers to Sun God. He even creates a big evil appearing thing, called “BING THING”, which cannot be killed or destroyed by anybody until the evil King Kong Raj gets killed. Maharshis and Rushis of this Planet also were tortured with cruelty. This Kings hefty soldiers and army rapes women, enjoys, robs and even destroys their properties. The battle is through Sword Fights, Dagger Fights, Arrow Fights and Fights with Maya (Illusion) and with the BING THING too.

An opponent group leader “The True Hero”, by name Vishal always tries to defend people and fights against this evil King Kong Raj many times, but in vain.  The Hero has the full support of the Maharshis and Rushis in this Planet and also Queen’s Angels
Angels of the nearby Planet called “Queens Planet”, and the Sun God also support “The True Hero Vishal”, who is a staunch supporter of the Sun God and Maharshis and Rushis. Vishal gets the blessings of all the people of the planet, Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. 

In the long “save our souls” battle at the evil King’s Planet, the evil King Kong Raj ultimately gets defeated and dies. The True Hero Vishal also gets severely injured and dies. Vishal takes rebirth at the Earth as per the blessings of all the Maharshis, Rushis, Queen’s Angels and the Sun God. The True Hero Vishal becomes a Doctor.

PART II
Vishals takes birth again on Earth. The story of Vishal starts from his childhood and he becomes Physician and a Doctor in a family.



Patricia Leaf runs a self help group at the St Mary Magdalene centre every Wednesday night. The centre used to be a primary school, with a large gym-style hall historically used for PE lessons, assemblies and school clubs. This hall, with a light- brown laminate floor and floor to ceiling length panels of glazing, is now the venue for the self-help group. It also has staging boxes at one end, in front of a raised up enclosure with a crucifix which overlooks. Most weeks, a circle of between 20 and 30 seats is set out for centre clients with varied and complex illnesses and needs. 

Simon and Davy once attended this meeting. They were often in the same meeting, during their time at the centre. When Davy’s mental health improved, he had a spiritual awakening and his understanding of a God was the power emanating from this particular group. Hence the phrase ‘Group Of Dysfunctionals’. 

When Simon first attended this group, his idea of God was very much in relation to the Catholic Trinity as previously described. Therefore, because of his own process of discernment and belief system based on the Catholic tradition, he left the group for a couple of months after the first two meetings. However, at this stage his soul was cluttered. Also his mind was spinning and his anxiety either rooted him to the pit of his duvet blankets or kept him wide awake before the television screen. One night he was found in Salestown town centre having overdosed on pain killers. That was at the worst of his depression, and is not a rare occurrence in British society. 

Simon had to admit that he needed the meeting. Also that he had found his place as a ‘dysfunctional’ person himself. Although he knew the word ‘dysfunctional’ detracted from each member’s true identity. That is identity as God’s children. ‘Dysfunctional’, and other similar terms, do not forgive the people that this label is given to. However, in groups such as this it can allow for a profound sense of fellowship and joy which is an essential part of the recovery of members. Eventually, this particular group didn’t coin the term ‘dysfunctional’ after its first suggestion. Members of the group included Patricia Leaf, Jake Joyman, Father Oakes and John Oakes. Father Oakes would often give one-to-one advice to individual members. 

Davy was considered by the group as the person who needed the meeting the most. On one cold November Wednesday night, the meeting started as usual. 

‘Welcome to our Wednesday night meeting of Support for Friends in the Community’, said Patricia to a relatively small group which included most of the regulars that attended. ‘As there are no new members tonight, I’m happy to proceed to the reflection before we can share about what has happened this week. I understand that Father Oakes has the reflection prepared, so I’m happy to hand over!’ 

‘Thanks Patricia!’ replied the priest, who was relatively early into his vocation at the time. He had travelled over from Ireland, which is reflected in a very broad accent. ‘I’ve found a really good poem. I hope that it rings true…’ 

Then, just before he was about to start, the discussion was suddenly halted. The door, in the corner right of the staged area on entry, was slammed open before Davy Joyman ran through to his seat. Then, just before taking his seat, he quickly turned around to go back and shut the door. He was panicked. He looked dazed. When he walked, he seemed to meander from side to side. Then when he sat down, the group noticed huge bags under his eyes. He had spent the previous night on the street. His clothes looked grubby. 

‘You’re in the right place Davy!’ Father Oakes said in a reassuring tone and a warm smile on his face ‘We all need to help our new member. After all, we all remember why we are here as well as how we felt at our first meeting. Davy, this is your opportunity to just let go. Know also, that whatever you are going through, you are unconditionally loved. Nothing can change that. This meeting has changed the lives of young men, such as Simon, Jake and John. It might not seem like that for you now, but that’s what this programme promises. Nobody here judges you. No-one, who attends, regularly, fails to recover. Think of the Good Samaritan, or just the best friend you have never had. There are a small team of them here. Call them what you will. Members of a football team if you like!’ 

Father Oakes had seen Davy, on the street, the previous day. Like the Good Samaritan, or the friend he never had. He had written the details of the meeting on a card for Davy. Davy had left the centre having been a client there for a month. He had relapsed, and it was the meeting that ultimately was to reintroduce him to society. Indeed, seeing a familiar face in Patricia was very helpful on his return. In return, she was delighted to see him. It was Davy’s second chance, and she and Father Oakes were not the people to deny him that. 

This is the poem which Father Oakes read out: 

My thoughts are a shape, 

 before the dissipation of my words. 

 My works do not reach the outer limits of my soul. 

 So do large structures fall down, and green grass becomes softly grazed. 

 The house is empty. 

 

 This soul, which shines as flame behind glass, has been manufactured. 

 Its light wavers, before the flood. 

 My head is a sphere within an egg, or an autumnal summer. 

 I consider everything I try to be loveless. 

 

 Kind words are not enough, from this upshot of the rind. 

 This seed trickles down the bumpy cobbles, all engulfed. 

 At least those others are not perturbed by a warm smile. 

 They used to be, because the smile once sealed a broken heart. 

 

 Our thoughts were like the wispy October haze. 

 The pane of warped glass was within the rotting frame. 

 No longer could we connect, and love had been lost behind numbers and spans. 

 Mist clouded the window, and it could never be fully cleared. 

 

 Mine is not a charitable mind. 

 My bright gaze is tired, and I do not see through the pane to the other world. 

 My love is a reflection, and doesn’t unlock your heart. 

 Mist clouds the surface of the window, and you haven’t scratched it yet. 

 

The discussion, about this poem, lasted until the centre had to be closed by the caretaker and security staff. The group thought that trust is big element of this poem. Human beings must trust others and, even if they consider their works loveless, must work for each other anyway. They may feel like a seed trickling down the winding river, without anywhere to root itself to. Yet they must still trickle down, and somehow stay afloat. For some, just doing this is a huge challenge. How do ordinary people do this with what they face each and every day? They may be victims of abuse, discrimination or addiction. If none of these, there are so many other concerns that come from living in a confusing secular world. Fear of that we are told to fear. The pain attached with hope as well as despair. Even still fear of failure, or a perception of actual failure which brings us to realise love. Love of God and love of neighbour. 

How can they stay afloat? The tall structures keep rising, and there is not enough green grass to graze. Further to that, when the tall structures fall down, the dust prevents the light from reaching the grass. It enshrouds the leaves on the trees, most of which replace the rotting frames. 

A soul, or a spirit, is no hair width. A charitable mind hardly contributes, yet at the same time has the potential to calm storms and move mountains. The grey matter, which it consists of, does not equate to five loaves or two fishes. Yet, in the modern world, it has so many resources that Jesus’ and His disciples didn’t have. It has resources in people, places, talents and technology as well as that it has inherently. 

The spark, the bright light, within man might be less than the significance of a mustard seed. All it can do is place itself in the presence of God, and offer itself to Him. Then it can make small changes. Small changes can have a massive impact, like the ripples in the flood which then exponentially reach out. 

God can heal the upshot, of the rind, to have a heart of love. This heart is happy in the presence of God by itself. There is nothing more it needs than this. Although it is the loving interchange with others that brings it to this grace, once the grace is received, it can then be the person that it saw in other people during its recovery. 

Many believe that happiness has a connection to a more simple life. A simple life could imply one lived more sustainably. Therefore a philosophical strategy to deal with climate change, such as ‘Recycle, Revive and Relate’, can almost be part of a person’s healing. The goodness, within it, can make a happy heart still in the presence of God. It needn’t detract from the covenant relationship, but be part of it. People, who adopt such a philosophy, have a balance of their lifestyles, and value love over ‘the numbers and spans’ or material wealth. They needn’t measure their love by any worldly means. Yes they are by themselves, a lot of the time, in the presence of a loving God. However, the time spent with others is still a time they consider precious. They consider these times those they cherish rather than they demand. For example, in this grateful and peaceful state of mind, they need not regularly travel very far to have this time with those they love. 

Davy travelled to the centre once a week. When he worked on ‘Recycle, Revive and Relate’, he earned enough to go on holiday once a year and most of the time it was to somewhere in this country. He had found the joy of God in the moment. He also became much more frugal with regards food, including fast food and confectionary. He also spent less money on aspects of his life such as digital entertainment. He preferred reading books by himself, and playing board games with relatives that he was once estranged from. 

Taking the example of Simon Richer, who was also not unlike a father figure at the time, Davy developed an interest in looking through the pane of glass to the other world. He had an interest in the lives of those he then realised he loved dearly. His once estranged mother is to name but one. Finally, he realised that there is little cost, in terms of personal finance or to the environment, involved in spending two hours every weekend with his team mates playing for Maybury third team. He lived in a more frugal, sane and eco-friendly way without really making any changes with difficulty involved. 

Davy’s occupation, on the borough wide scheme, took up most of his time. This scheme involved the establishment of business relationships between many organizations with a profoundly green agenda. Davy’s job mainly involved the planting of new trees, and plants, in more urban parts. However, he would on occasion move to the countryside and work on rural conservation projects for a different firm. 

His work was therefore not only tree planting, but also reclamation of old materials and de-littering. Also he engaged with vital work to protect endangered species, such as bees. Bees are pollinators that allow plants to fruit, set seed and breed. They also play a big role in agriculture, as James Smalling would certainly appreciate from his time in India. Finally, the work they do provides food and habitat for a range of other creatures. The health of our bees and other pollinators is crucial for the health of our natural ecosystems. The importance of biodiversity was something that James upheld in his farming career back in the United Kingdom. On a philosophical level, perhaps the work of species such as bees infiltrates the natural world. This is not unlike the silent creeping of light, from the outside of the soul that reclaims the kingdom of God within. 

Bees are associated with luscious gardens, such as in the orient, laden with flowers that blossom with radiant colour. They are also seen as friendly creatures, as opposed to wasps, but also harmless. Flies are harmless also, but are commonly associated with dirt and decay. However, they too are pollinators as well as a means of the decomposition of organic matter in nature such as on landfill sites. Research into a means to decompose inorganic matter such as plastic is critical right now, because of the enormity of the problem. The concept of a recycling centre that can deal with, a cumbersome and varied mixture of, waste has been developed. In Britain a throw-away culture is still very concerning. Plastic takes 450 years to decompose via natural ultraviolet light. However, it is also causing a huge problem in our oceans as it intrudes into habitats and is ingested by sea life. 

Therefore, the amount of plastic produced by humans is causing an imbalance, an example of that which must be addressed relative to the climate crisis. Addressing our individual consumerism is essential. This includes developing a relationship with nature, similar to that of St Francis of Assisi. He was someone who became ‘one’ with God’s creation, the birds and plants but also the flies and that which he knew were still essential. This story is about what human beings can do to reflect God’s benevolence, which can be seen still in unlikely aspects of nature and society. It can be seen in nature and organisms associated with the cycle of decay, death and rebirth. Perhaps dealing with what is artificial must continue to be tailored towards this. 

Benevolence can be seen in Davy Joyman, in changing from a secular mindset to one which imitates a 13th century saint. Davy developed a philosophy for his whole life, from the work he carried out. At home he would always recycle and conserve energy, from consumer appliances, as well as water. The other aspects, such as the short trip to play football in the suburban countryside, were enjoyed as a balance. He became less interested in his mobile phone and games console. However, he still enjoys these, as well as watching the television, so long as it is in moderation. By living more sustainably, although he didn’t realise it at first, Davy also fulfilled the golden rule of ethics. This is also how Jesus summed up the law of the Old Testament which is to ‘do unto others as you would have them do unto you’. This is because of the knock on effect that reducing a carbon footprint has on the developing parts of the world. 

Davy made the all the small changes that he could. Britain is making much larger changes, outside the remit of the individual. Like the bees, the individual is not aware of the impact of these changes. These include turning to green sources of energy, such as wind and solar power, and significant reduction in the use of fossil fuels. However, although Davy’s changes are comparatively small, he still upholds the changes happening on a global and national scale. He became an ambassador, by his example as well as his witness to the value of such changes. The seed, once trickling down the bumpy cobbles, has found root in fertile ground. The light, and water, then crept in from the outside for its growth. 

Once the seed had found root, the tree then became an ecosystem. The world around him, including other people of which some were on very similar journeys, became a better place. All it takes is a mustard seed, or a spark within an individual. A voice of reason, derived from a Christian message such as in ‘Recycle, Revive and Relate’. What if this could be replicated? What if a message such as this, could be part of the foundation of a modern human being? What if it was replicated to enough human beings, to combat that which is currently at stake? Davy became a better human being, whilst upholding the message of Pope Francis that: 

‘There can be no renewal of our relationship with nature, without a renewal of humanity itself.’ 

 


The relationship between humanity and nature is now more important than ever. Voices go unheard, that aim to calm the raging storms. The storms rage around us, but are also within. This story connects the two.
What will you take from this story? Will Seth and Simon be the voice that guides? Or will you just take in the Grandoaks scenery from the promenade?
This is an unlikely story of love, courage and the natural world that will not fail to resonate.

Still irked by the noise from outside, I go to my bathroom and lock myself in it, as if I were hiding the biggest secret of my life or watching porn. Not much of a difference. Welp, here we go.
On the first page, it wrote "This Journal belongs to Jacob Harrison." and his signature on the bottom. He had a formal, archaic writing, the one you would expect when you see handwriting from centuries ago.
The next page had a poem on it:
"Your loss of touch to me was like an emptied sky
Or a star that evanesced before my tearful eyes
As I am under the murky night by the shore
My love, I ask of you to flare once more"
I'm not a poetry fan, so I only merely caught the idea of this being a heartbroken poem. Not thinking too much about it, I flipped to see the endless journal entries he had written.
"June 7, 1920
High school has finally ended last week, and I decided to take a year off for myself to properly think of what I want to pursue. The entire world had come out of a huge war, after all. For the meantime, I am about to start my job tomorrow as I applied to work at a local newspaper publication company here in Winterville. Every so often, I do dream of being a journalist myself. Albeit the hiring manager was an unfriendly and grumpy man, I luckily was accepted. I'm ecstatic for the days to come.
June 8, 1920
Great, then! I'm a paperboy! It seems you don't immediately start writing in the team once you join. I should've known better. Crap, all these accomplishments in literature and writing are such a waste now. This is the most furious I'd been in the longest. Well, let's keep going anyhow.
June 9, 1920
Today waent surprisingly better than yesterday and I had fun delivering the mails across town. I met kind people along the way, as well. Afterwards, I went to a coffee shop that had just opened recently named Chai Cafe with some friendly colleagues, Gordon, Jerry, and Zev. They too are new in the job and around the same age as me. Matcha Milk Tea is a delightful drink. I suppose this job isn't as bad as I thought it be.
June 10, 1920
I discovered something quite bizarre today! I decide to continue with my bike after all the deliveries and followed a trail I had yet to go. Towards the area, it was awfully silent and empty, but I got more curious, therefore I carried on. As a result, I came upon a high cliff which lies among the forest and there was a beautiful view of Winterville. I saw my house clearly from up there. Chai Cafe was further on the right. The high school, Winterville High is also fairly clear from the opposing side of town. And the mountains directly north from me are astonishing. One day, I will travel there 'til I reach the top and feel the wind cooler than what I felt on that cliff.
June 11, 1920
I had the strangest encounter ever in my life. I returned to the cliff once again after the tiring day to rest. I bought this journal with me for the first time and wrote some poetry drafts before it fell straight down. I look to see that there was a ground way below the cliff, and my journal is face flat on the floor.
I roamed around the area to figure out a way to retrieve it and came across a hidden staircase on the sides, covered with mosses and bushes. The atmosphere down there was eerie, but I continued searching for what felt like forever.
All of a sudden, I heard wondrous singing. I ought to find the mellifluous voice and roamed around the place. I ended upon a small, curious cave along with curious statues on opposing sides. Getting more eager, I continue my steps. The singing abruptly stopped as soon as set foot inside and laid my eyes on her. I saw a woman, deep in the cave, sitting on the ground as her feet reposed on dirty water. She looked up to me with a lenient expression. As she did, the water turned clearer and cleaner the longer we stared at each other and we were both just solid frozen.
The girl's face changed from shock to ecstasy. It took me a minute to notice, but she was apparently holding out my journal. I asked to retrieve it, but she seemed desperate to borrow it, so I let her. Almost the entire moment had been quiet so she can read the drafts fast, but she would strike a small talk with me such as asking how the weather is.
As she was reviewing my works, I was staring at her, realizing her elegance. I was purely lost in her azure eyes, and the way that she simply was.
Malinda. That was her name.
After reading some of my entries, she returned the journal to me and we had a conversation about different sorts of topics, from favorite foods to life and death.
Some time passed and she told me, "I want to talk to you again tomorrow, at this time, in this place."
I promised her I would come back for her."
The air in my room didn't feel enough for me when I took in a deep breath. I close the journal and gazed at the cover page for most likely a minute.
Jacob Harrison wasn't crazy. He went through a similar and real thing I'm going through; he was just telling the truth. I can't believe my own great grandfather would go through the exact same situation as me, and here's all the information about it. And that it's all has been hidden somewhere in my attic for so long. Why didn't he expose this to anyone? Did everyone just assume he was crazy rather than checking the evidence? I skim through the pages and read random phrases from different pages.
After some more reading, it seems that Jacob only visited her every single week and only stays there for a short time because he had work. Did it really not ever occur to him that time did not change at all every time he would come back outside?
"Today, after my shift, I returned to the cave and talked with…
…Malinda is an extraordinary lady! Her opinions and perspectives are so intricate and…
…oddly enough, Malinda is much formal with her language which I find both strange and interesting.
She can do magic! I'm not certain if this is even true or not, but it's very bizarre!
Malinda and I fought today because she wouldn't tell me her past.
This is it, diary! I've decided. I want to apply for university and leave this god-forsaken town Winterville…"
August 11th is Jacob's last journal entry. That can't be right. This is the last page of the journal and Malinda's name or the cave isn't written anywhere. I flip the pages reversely and try to find the last time he's written her name.
"July 28, 1920
I don't understand her. After fighting with Malinda a few days ago, today, I apologize to her and bring my journal again since the first day we've met. At first, she was thrilled to see me, and we talked like normal once again. Of course, she would be, she had seen my notebook with me after all.
Until she wasn't. She's finally seen my notes about her. I thought she would be happy about what I thought of her, but she was quiet. Malinda was quiet for a long time. I couldn't see her expression because it was dark at the time, however she looked at me and softly told me her story. She mentioned to me before that she was a traveler from a foreign country and wanted to see sites from Winterville. I thought she planned to start living here. Today, she told me she was going to leave tomorrow.
I couldn't forget the exact words she said after that, "I think it is best we try to stay off contact with one another starting right today. And, please, I ask of you to not tell anyone about me. Ever."
I couldn't tell her I love her today. But I won't make the same mistake tomorrow. And after, I'll finally introduce her to my colleagues from the company. I also talk to them about her, but they never met her, and that would be the perfect time.
July 29, 1920
She's gone.
July 30, 1920
What the bloody hell is happening! My colleagues and everyone in town are taunting me. They're talking about me having an imaginary witch-girlfriend named "Malinda" inside a cave. They think I've gone mad. I'm reviewing my previous notes and I remember fragments of writing these entries about her, but I DO NOT REMEMBER HER. Some images and random scenery keep flashing in my brain, but I don't know what they are! I can't remember anything. I'm scared. I think I've gone mad."
Jacob… forgot about her?
"Everyone is still taunting me about it. Others are avoiding me now. I think I am to check up on a doctor tomorrow because…
…he said there was nothing wrong with my brain! After all the tests and such…
I think I might as well give up by now.
Today, I was approached by an older Japanese man named Haku Hatsu of the street just below mine. He had heard of the disgusting rumors about me circling about town. He told me that he's also went through precisely the similar thing I am going through and that he has all the evidence in his house. We both enter his research room and he has also been writing about what happened to me. He mentioned that he had once seen me enter the cave and stopped visiting to see what would happen to me, and just as he had expected, it has happened again. He met a girl named Malinda and forgotten all about it. There was a short list of other men who also went inside that cave and he showed me his theories. He asked me if I wanted to join in his research and I entirely accepted. I must find out what happened to me."
I continued reading his entries but there was no crucial information about their research. I closed the book and laid in my bed to think for a minute. I want to know what did happen to him! I would be exactly in their shoes if I don't. But where do I go next? As much as I am kinda into this right now, I don't want to scavenge through our attic or basement to find anything right now. 
So, I'll just focus to what this journal gave me. Which is absolutely nothing.

All Rhys Harrison ever wanted was to leave the small town of Winterville. But when his friends forced him to join their little trip through the mysterious forest that lies within the edge of town, he hears a voice. And it was pulling him more and more. As he roams to find that voice, he finds something else... a compelling yet curious pitch black entrance to the unknown. Just what could be waiting out there for the sluggish and dull life of Rhys?

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