Poetry
My reason for writing.
My reason for my books.
My reason to keep going.
Poetry & Books combine.
My world of Art.

This is my book dedicated to Poetry that I have written since I was 12 or 13 and now with new poetry to add from my Allpoetry.com page this is my new journey to write Poem's to go passed on to other's to enjoy. You're choice of Erotic(Lesbian Mostly), Heartbreak, Depression, Love, and much more. I am not the best Poet just like I am not the best Writer but I never will give up. I hope you enjoy this book as much as I love writing it.

Children stories involving gruffalos. 

These books were created by Julia Donaldson and illustrated by Axel Scheffler.

There are also audio books available.

I own nothing. These are just stories I liked and want to share.

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Rescue
Diane
Tiene
Rescue Book 2: Giselle
Matters of the Heart
An Unlikely Christmas
The Spell of an Irresistible Woman
The silhouette in the picture









Self - Help:
How to Identify My Greatest Passion in Life
A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures
The METHOD





Poetry:
Poems Book 2, Poems Book 4, Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Two








Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















Selected comments for other books:


"Hello DSPais, thank you for this nice short sensible book. I bought your kindle for 99 cents and have already read it in ten minutes! I really like your approach of creative visualization. I weighed 91 kg and reduced to 72 kg but have increased back to 78 kg now, so am interested in ways to reinforce good diet and practice psychology of weight loss, especially just reducing amount of food. I will try your recipe of apple cider vinegar before meals. Reading your short book has helped me to focus my mind on good habits."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"An ideal book for any normal person, who wants to lose weight. Steps mentioned can be followed by any one, who has the desire to lose weight. Overall a good one."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story.

"Read Matters of the Heart today. Beautifully written."
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

"Reading the Repeated Failures Book. Found a few good points".
Book: A PRAGMATIC Method to face repeated failures

"I read your book; it is nice in the way people can relate to as people face the same issues in their everyday life"
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"I read your book on how to lose weight…..so nicely written. All your steps are very easy and normal to follow."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"It's really great that you did this… both the weight loss and the book. Very admirable."
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

"For a nice experience, turn to Beauty of the Night Surrounds Me, where we find this: "When the Sun has worn her evening gown; /The wind is gushing her wings /and around me, the lark sings. I should also mention Journey of an Individual, which is about meeting after a long-distance relationship.  Pais is from a culture different from mine, and this poem gives an insight into another world view – which, like yours and mine, includes love and hope."
Book: Poems Book One

"Ten poems is a small taste of a promising writer. I will content myself with a couple of comments. The opening poem, An Odd Encounter with Fate, is a narrative of how a relationship that seems a total non-starter can later catch up with both individuals. For a tough poem, turn to Infidelity. Here Pais begins to reach into your gut. Finally, Season of Love is a nice and gentle romantic poem. I should mention that Pais generally rhymes, exactly or closely. For those who prefer careful stanzas, that is a plus you will get from this book."
Book: Poems Book Two

"Now, let's go into what I enjoyed about "Poems." This short collection did what many others have not, and what many short stories try to do but aren't able to do; it made me feel. These poems individually but collectively made me feel so much. If you have ever felt love and know the joy and pains of what it is to love someone, then the first one is touching. I do not think D.S wrote either poem one or poem four for that matter, about the type of people I lost that I loved and that this poem reminded me of. I think hers was intended more romantic and less the love I had for the family members I miss. But there is this line at the end that touched my soul near the end and reminded me immediately of the pain of the loss of love that I still shoulder. With everything taken into consideration with my math, I'm Scoring "Poems" with a score of 92/100. That is a five-star review on Goodreads and Amazon."
Book: Poems Book One

The author lays out clearly the steps that aided her in losing weight. It is easy to follow and the suggestions are easy to implement into your daily life. The book gives you exactly what the author intended to and that is to provide insight on what worked for her.
Book: You can lose weight just like me – from 85kg to 68kg – A Real Life Story

This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
Book: Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book One























Dedicated to the spirit of freedom and determination

























Poetry on Inspiring Women -Book Three




















Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

I stare out the window lost in every way possible. Times like these I wish someone would call or scream out my name so I would jump back to reality and not be so stuck in my mind. The thing is this is the real world, not some story where that stuff happens. Although I bet if I was in a story someone would notice me. I'd have the romance I so longed for like the ones I read about every single time. Sadly that's not the case. I'm not the type of girl that would think that love only existed in books or whatever but I do wish love wouldn't take so freaking long to come my way. I also wished I didn't have all this god damn trust issues and all these scars from my past and day to day life. I guess that's all I can do these days, wish. As I come back to reality I decided to check my phone for the 60th time today. My phone was a white Samsung note 3 with a pink flower case. Just like all the times, I checked my phone today there wasn't a single message. I sighed, at least someone could say hi once for a change. 

I used to have so many friends but now I barely had any. I mean what's the sense of growing up or getting older if your happiness continues to fade away by the minute. I know there is a saying that states it's better to have one good friend than to have a hundred fake ones or however the saying goes but at least the hundred fake ones can keep you entertained.

I move towards my grey full length mirror with diamonds around it and stare at myself. What was I missing? What did I need to add to my life to be happy?

Who am I kidding, I know the problem or problems I was challenged with. While I had a beautiful face with dark chocolate almond shape eyes that usually held sadness that people don't pay attention to with bushy eyebrows that doesn't make the full arch. A round almost oval face that held thin upper lips, fat cheeks and an upturned nose and a pixie haircut to my dark brown hair. As I brought my eyes down to the rest of my body all I see is imperfection, flaws after flaws. Although I try to be this self-confident person, sometimes I just can't do it. Especially when I'm reminded every day of my life that I'm far from being normal.

I'm tired of being the girl that it takes a lot to love her, most of all I'm tired of being the girl that everyone can use because she's nice so she'll do whatever. People act like they care about my disability but they don't. I'm always a hopeful person but when the one person that's supposed to love you the hardest tells you every day that no one will love you or want children with 'someone like you' how do you expect to keep up my hope or faith. I guess everyone has their story and this is mine.

Sigh I got lost in my thoughts again as always. I needed to create an action plan. One where I can be occupied and actually do something with myself. I took out my black notebook and started scribbling down ideas.

•	Read books
•	Start a YouTube channel talking about those books
•	Write more poetry
•	Also do poetry on my channel
•	Talk to more people (Socialize)

That should be enough to keep me occupied for now especially the reading part. Every time I start to read I get so lost in the book that I forget everything else that's going on in my life. I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing but at least I get joy from it so I guess it's good. I check my phone again but this time I was staring at the time. It was 7 pm. Wow! I didn't even realize it was that late. I guess I should be heading to bed now.

I put my notebook away and lay on my blue sheets taking in the softness of my pillow snuggling under my comforter making myself warm as I drift off to sleep with determination on my mind.


Oren woke early the next morning. He could feel the sun outside, hear the wind howl, as turbulent as his thoughts. 
He looked to where Etsuko slept next to him, her body still; the sleep of the immortal. With no coven to speak of, they'd copied Jorick and made a bedroom in the basement, leaving Xandria and the children with rooms upstairs. Etsuko hadn't complained about the coffins, but seeing her climb into one each night-for the first time in his life it seemed an odd custom. He'd purchased a bed, and linens, though it meant more laundry.
We should get some servants.
Not that Etsuko would agree. He'd mentioned it - until three years ago he'd always had human servants to handle the mundane tasks - but Etsuko had insisted it was unnecessary. 
"The coven that raised you had servants," he reminded her. "Not just humans, but lower ranked vampires."
"Yes, but it was a large coven. We are only one family."
"Not yet a family," imaginary Jesslynn reminded him. "You're living in sin. You're not a family until-"
Not until he figured out how to propose.
He ran through the checklist Katelina had given him. The perfect place. Would Etsuko want to travel somewhere? They could leave the children with Xandria for a few days and drive - no. He wouldn't trust Xandria with a dog, let alone children. She'd go on a date and forget to come home, or she'd feed them ice cream for dinner because that was what they asked for. Besides, he wasn't sure Etsuko would be willing to part with them. Jesslynn had never been far from hers. He remembered when they'd gone to Jorick's wedding to Velnya and left the children behind. Jesslynn had fussed nonstop, worrying about whether they were being cared for, whether they were all right, whether they missed her.
So the perfect place would be somewhere we could take a pair of mortal three year olds.
He decided to come back to the place later. What was next? Softening her up? They'd suggested a gift, something she'd pointed out, but no ideas came to mind. Last month she'd commented on a pair of earrings, but he'd already given them to her. The same with the books she'd pointed out the week before, and the bracelet she'd admired the week before that. Five days ago she'd expressed her appreciation of a coat in a catalog, and it was already on the way. She didn't know he'd ordered it, so perhaps he could use that? 
Imaginary Jesslynn scoffed. "A coat is not a romantic gift, even if has a faux fur collar."
She wasn't real, but she was right. What else had the article suggested? Poetry. He had books of poetry in the library, though he wasn't sure he could trust himself to read one aloud well. Flowers had been the other suggestion. That would be easy enough. With winter, the sun sank early, and this time of year every establishment in the nearby towns hawked roses, to cash in on the Valentine's Day madness. 
At least that's decided.
As for the method, the dancing seemed the best. He thought he remembered how to waltz and - but did Etsuko know how? It hadn't come up, and he realized they had never danced together. A courtship without dancing. What an odd world they lived in.
Assuming she could dance, he'd need to find music, but that largely depended on the place. He could hardly drag a phonograph on vacation. 
He sat up and planted his feet on the floor. In his mind he could see inside the nightstand drawer, see to the little velvet box. When he'd proposed to Jesslynn, he'd used his mother's ring, but that had been lost when she died. He supposed it was just as well. Could he really give a second wife the same ring? 
"You mean my ring. And no, you cannot. Not that the new one is very good."
He couldn't argue with that. He'd purchased the best he could find, but he wasn't happy with it. It lacked-workmanship. And the salesman had insisted it must be a diamond. "A woman always expects a diamond engagement ring. Anything else and she'll be disappointed."
Jesslynn wasn't, he thought bitterly. And neither was my mother. The purple gem was good enough for them.
But then, it was a different time.
Hopefully it's good enough.

***

Later that evening, Oren sat under the twins, finishing a storybook, when the front door banged open. Xandria's scent - the peculiar mix of humanity, cigarettes, and cheap perfume - filled the room, so he didn't bother to look up.
The children were not so serene. Both broke into grins and wriggled their way to the floor, chirping, "Shandra! Shandra!" 
"Aw, hello, kiddies. And what have you been doing?" 
"Papa read a story!"
"That sounds exciting." Xandria wandered over to the chair and leaned on the back, so that her breath puffed across the top of Oren's head. "Let me guess, it's the one with the train."
"Yes." He snapped the book closed and stood. "I assume your date went well."
She tossed her red hair over her shoulder and laughed. Something in the gesture reminded him of his sister, though Xandria lacked her elegance. "It was a girl's night out, not a date!"
The woman also lacked Torina's taste in clothing. The sequined tank top was worn carelessly, one strap off her shoulder, and her pants were skin tight. Something to do with yoka, or a similar word. She wore too much jewelry; a cluster of necklaces at her throat, half an arm of bangle bracelets and several rings. She and Etsuko had very little in common, but, maybe-
He sent the kids to find their mother, and followed Xandria upstairs. She noticed him in the hallway and stopped to give him a discerning look. "Yeah?"
He drew himself up. He could do this. "I need to have a word with you."
Xandria narrowed heavily made up eyes. "Uh, huh."
He had a flash of her thoughts; fangs and blood, heat, a moan- "Nothing like that!" He stepped away quickly, trying to push the disturbing images from his mind. 
"Oh." 
She didn't bother to hide her disappointment, and he stepped back further. If she was this easy for him to read, she'd be just as easy for Etsuko. The surprise would be ruined. "Never mind."
He backed away, but Xandria advanced. "No, wait. What did you want?"
He saw the glimmer of a thought: she was going to ask Etsuko what was going on. Wonderful. He grabbed for the first thing that came to mind. "We were discussing-education options for the twins. You've been to school more recently, and understand children's culture. Could they manage?"
"Oh." She sagged a little. "Is that all? I mean, yeah, I went to school, but not here. I'm from South Africa, you know."
No, he didn't, but it hardly mattered.
She went on. "Though, it's probably not any different. We had loner kids, you know? Any one of them could have had vampire parents and I'd have never known about it. They got picked on some. But everyone gets picked on. Even I got made fun of over my name. But there's parent/teacher stuff, and school plays, and all that crap. You'd have to work out how to get out of it. Though I guess if it's in the evening you'd be okay."
She went on, but Oren stopped listening. He cursed Jorick for ever suggesting he talk to her about it. Hadn't Jorick thought about the mind reading implications?
Probably not. It isn't as if he spends time with Xandria.
The woman paused for air, and Oren used it as an excuse to escape. She called after him, "Any time!" but he didn't acknowledge it.
Instead of leaving her with the kids for a week, I should send her to Jorick. It would be a vacation for me and serve him right.




Joleene Naylor is the author of the glitter-less Amaranthine vampire universe, a world where vampires aren't for children. Comprised of a main series, a standalone prequel, and several short story collections, she has plans to continue expanding with a trilogy and standalone novels. 
In her spare time, Joleene is a freelance book cover designer and for-fun photographer. She maintains several blogs, full of odd ramblings, and occasionally updates her website at JoleeneNaylor.com. In what little time is left, she watches anime, plays PokemonGo, and works on her crooked Victorian house in Villisca, Iowa. Between her husband, family, and pets, she is never lonely, in fact, quite the opposite. Should she disappear, one might look for her on a beach in Tahiti, sipping a tropical drink and wearing a disguise. 

Pulled into a world of darkness, Katelina's fate becomes intertwined with that of Jorick, a dark, enigmatic vampire. To stay by his side, she must navigate intrigue, terror and bloodshed as they are drawn from one battle to another. Dreams of peace seem elusive, and are complicated by mysterious vampires, old relics, and an ancient master. Join Katelina and Jorick in a world where vampires don't sparkle and night is eternal.

"So none of you are willing to go back with me?"
.
3 days had gone by just like that..... and today, Santa was finally leaving Baymard.
But since he would be coming again once Penelope signed the treaty.... everyone chose to go later on, and not right now.
And since they were allowed to work, they immediately started thinking of going job hunting and so on.
Sure, they were royals..... but ever since they had stepped in here, they had seen other royals worke as well.
Mother Kim was a teacher, and even king Landon worked at the hospital and every other place one could imagine.
.
Yesterday when they looked at the newspaper, they saw several job ads in them.
One should know that at the end of every semester, students graduated and started looking for jobs.
Hence there were always people trying to get into the job market.
.
Even those who were on holidays still needed summer jobs... hence the newspapers were always filled with several jobs offered daily.
Of course, some jobs like junior electricians..... or any job that was deeply rooted with Baymard's secrets, were completely unavailable to Non-Baymardians.
On the newspapers, it would say things like: 'Must be a citizen of Baymard'... And so on.
.
Yesterday, they had spent their entire time preparing for some job interviews.
They had read articles on the newspaper about prepping for jobs... as well as what they should bring to these interviews.
The whole thing seemed so fascinating.... especially to the women.
One had to know that all they did all day.....  was sit at home, make sure that the maids had prepared their husband and children's meals, run the household, and so on.
They actually never touched anything, so this was a whole new experience for them.
.
As for the men, they couldn't leave as well.... as 4 days from now, they would begin a test trial on how Baymard was going to train their knights.
They would train until Santa came back.
And apart from that, they were also allowed to take up part time jobs if they wanted to.
Staying in Baymard for months, would definitely run their money dry.... whether they were nobles or not.
Hence getting a job was definitely for the best.
.
In respect to the children, they were all starting school in 2 days time.... so of course they would stay as well.
Yes.... Duchess Mina and Duke Samula had decided to allow their children stay in Baymard and study for both semesters.
And in summer, they would come back to Carona as well.
One had to look at the bigger picture here.
If they could get educated, then when they graduated.... they could help in making changes within Carona.
After all, like Landon had said: the future were the youths.
.
And so as to keep their sons sword fighting skills intact..... they had decided to leave 4 of their most trusted guards with them while they stayed.
One had to know that knight pages trained almost everyday..... hence they needed the guards to keep their sons on their toes.
At least once a day, ther sons should practice fiercely for an entire hour.... or more.
.
As for their daughters, they were more than pleased to elevate them... as they felt like the courses offered here, were way better than what was offered at Carona.
So far, their daughters had taken etiquette classes, Poetry, reading and writing classes.... as well as simple math classes (addition & subtraction)
But when they saw Linda and all the other children here.... they were completely stunned by how intellectually smart they all were.
.
Anyway... Today was August 10th, and school had already resumed on the 3rd of the month.
But even still, Landon had assured them that it wasn't too late for the children to join in the semester.
Presently, they had all signed up for:
•Math 1: Addition & subtraction 
•Math 2 : Division & Multiplication
•Pyron 1: Nouns, adjectives, Reading, writing...etc
.
Of course those were just their main courses.... as they had other courses like Arts & Craft, History, Poetry, Gym, and so on.
So one could say that these children would have their hands full for the rest of the semester.
Bottom line, Santa was leaving with half of the royal guards..... and neveryone else was staying here until the treaty was brought back.
.
Looking at the goods that he had stocked up on his ship, Santa couldn't help but smile a bit.
For this first round, he had only chosen things that were a necessity for his people.
Things like Mattresses, beddings, books, pens, winter jackets, .... and so on, were his first line of action.
.
Before leaving, he had spoken to Landon about the price.
Landon wanted these items to be accessible to even peasants, so there was no way that he would allow anyone to sell them at a ridiculously price.
Hence he came up with a price range for various areas..... based on the exportation tax fees and so on.
For example, if 12 pencils cost 3 Copper coins.... then Carona could sell it between 3-8 Copper coins per pack.
.
Landon had added shipping rate, exportation tax, middleman fees and so on... to the that initial price.
But since Santa would usually buy in bulk/wholesale... the price should automatically become cheaper, when compared to shipping individually.
At the end, he had cost down on a lot of fees.
Time passed by swiftly.... and once everything was finally packed, Santa came back to say goodbye to everyone.
.
"Woo... Bro, they're so mean.
Can't they at least pretend to miss me a little?" Santa said while hugging Landon and pouting like a little kid.
Landon shook his head and smiled awkwardly.
This guy was truly shameless!
Everyone felt a headache coming along, as they looked at the giant sized child before them.
The children smacked their hands at their foreheads, as they too felt like this guy way too childish..... even for them.
And they should know, they were the ones who were kids.
.
"Ermmm...Uncle, you know we'll miss you right?
So stop crying." Replied one of the children.
"Yeah uncle.... we'll miss you for sure."
"Uncle, haven't I told you that you're the best in the whole wide Hertfilia?"
The children tried to coax this baby-like uncle of theirs until they saw signs of his 'mood' cheering up.
.
Santa raised his head and looked at them sadly, with a poppy dog look on his face.
"Really?..... You'll miss me?" Santa asked pitifully.
"For sure uncle." They replied.
"Okay... since you'll all miss me too much, then come back with me."
"__"
"Uncle.... please get on the ship!"
"Farewell uncle!"
"Goodbye!!"


Chu Yi dies in a car crash and becomes Landon Barn, the illegitimate son of king Barn, ruler of Arcadina. Because his mother was a maid and the king’s greatest disgrace, his father had always despised him. The same could be said for his half-siblings. 

When he turned 15, his father had announced that the city of Baymard would be given to him, and would no longer be under the empire's control. It was a well known fact that Baymard’s lands were barren, and poverty stricken.... For god’s sake, this was banishment.

His deadbeat father had indirectly banished him from the empire.

Chu Yi woke up in a carriage, on his way to Baymard with a system

"So what if my father hates me? So what if I’m banished?.... I will turn my territory into a modern society"

  
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Author here, thank you all for tuning in..... english is my second language... so I promise to try my best.

P.S, please dont compare my Novel to others... not all world development novels have to have the same format.

The morning phone call had empowered Zhang Ye with energy. After he washed up, he left home. Today, he was again the first to reach the unit. After he retrieved the keys from the door keeper’s room, he rushed straight to the recording studios.

He wanted to record programs.

And he intended to record a few episodes.

After squeezing in some xiaolongbao, which he bought from the streets, into his stomach, Zhang Ye began to narrate "The Wizard of Oz" as he ate. He wanted to organize the plot. For example, the ending part of each chapter and the crucial plot's position. He was not changing the text or the plot, nor could Zhang Ye change it. He would not change anything about the story, but he could arrange where he would end the segment every day. He did not follow the exact chapter format of "The Wizard of Oz" to the tee. For example, he was ending the program today at a part that made people anticipate. With people's anticipation hooked, the listenership rating tomorrow could be slightly higher. These were all strategic methods.

Why did he go through all this trouble?

It was because Zhang Ye was trying to pull up his listenership ratings!

His current "Old and Young Story Club" listenership ratings were approximately 2.4% or so. It was second in the Literature Channel. If it went any higher, then he could break a few records. That would be extremely helpful for him in winning a Silver Microphone Award. Then, it would be quite certain that he could win the prize.

"Chapter 9: The Queen of the Field Mice."

“‘We cannot be far from the road of yellow brick, now.’ remarked the Scarecrow, as he stood beside the girl, ‘for we have come nearly as far as the river carried us away.’ The Tin Woodsman was about to reply, when he heard a low growl. Turning his head, he saw a strange beast come bounding over the grass towards them."

...

9:30 A.M.

His colleagues had already begun work for half an hour.

Zhao Guozhou's image had changed today. He had permed his hair. He held out the ratings table as usual, "Stop the things that you are doing for a moment. Is everyone here?"

Tian Bin looked towards an empty seat, "Zhang Ye isn't here."

Zhao Guozhou frowned, "He isn't here yet? What time is it already?"

Big Sis Zhou spoke out for Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang must have been too tired over the past few days, so he's a bit late. I'll give him a call." She took out her cellphone and gave a call, but Zhang Ye's cellphone was switched off.

Jia Yan tried to instigate matters, "He's not picking up?"

Big Sis Zhou stared at him, "His phone is switched off; maybe he's still sleeping."

Wu Datao seethed, "Isn't this not treating work seriously? He decides not to come on a whim? He has become arrogant just with this bit of results? Does he even have the Leader in his eyes?"

With this fault to pick on, a few colleagues who had extremely poor relations with Zhang Ye began to fan the flames. Their tones made it even worse.

Suddenly, Zhang Ye came in from outside. Hearing everyone say his name, he asked strangely, "Director, are you looking for me?" He was still unsure of what had happened.

Zhao Guozhou looked at him, "Why are you so late?"

Zhang Ye was puzzled, "No, I'm not late. I reached here at 7+ in the morning." He shook the bunch of keys in his hand, "I got the keys from the door keeper's room, and was in the recording studio, recording my program. I wanted to record a few more episodes today, so I came in earlier, so as to not need to line up to wait for the recording studio."

What?

You came in at 7?

He had been working and recording all this time?

Tian Bin, Jia Yan and Wu Datao's faces turned ugly.

Big Sis Zhou laughed and mocked at Tian Bin and company. She again stood up for Zhang Ye, "I was wondering why Teacher Little Zhang's cellphone was switched off; so he was recording programs."

Zhao Guozhou glanced at Jia Yan and company from the corner of his eyes before finally patting Zhang Ye on the shoulder in a satisfied manner. He smiled. "Very good. However, you must make sure to rest. Don't work too hard."

"Thank you, Director; I will." Zhang Ye said.

"Go back to your seat. I'll announce the results." Zhao Guozhou said warmly.

Noting that Director Zhao's attitude towards Zhang Ye was changing, Tian Bin’s heart began to quiver. He suddenly felt a sense of danger. "Late-night Ghost Stories" had just been returned to his hands. "Ghost Blows Out the Light" was not done broadcasting, and it would be some time before Tian Bin managed to really take up the job. However, with the way things were going, why did he feel a sense of danger? Could Zhang Ye steal the anchor position of "Late-night Ghost Stories" once again?

Zhao Guozhou began announcing the listenership ratings.

"First place. ‘Talk About the World’, listenership 3.69%

"Second place, ‘Old and Young Story Club’, listenership... 2.98%!"

"Third place, ‘Late-night Ghost Stories’, listenership rating... 1.97%!"

With the top three announced, everyone was already speechless and unsure about what to do. Some people even let out audible heavy breaths!

This was too fierce!

Was this something that no one could stop?

Even "Late-night Ghost Stories" had gone up as well! It had gained third place!

Ever since Zhang Ye had a new segment, the first episode of "The Wizard of Oz" had replaced "Entertainment Daily"'s second placing. "Late-night Ghost Stories", which was always third in place then got pushed back to become fourth. However, now, with Wu Datao and his partners frequently having errors in his program, "Entertainment Daily"'s listenership ratings have begun to drop off. Even "Late-night Ghost Stories" had surpassed this news-related segment, and had even reached a shocking 1.97% listenership rating. Ignoring their Literature Channel, even in the Central Broadcasting Radio Station, or even in all the radio station channels in the country, there were no late-night segments with such a f***ing ridiculous listenership rating! This...This was about to break 2%?

F***!

Was this still a late-night segment?

Even prime-time segments were not so fierce!

Only those colleagues who had been steadfastly listening to "Late-night Ghost Stories" were not surprised. This was because they knew that "Ghost Blows Out the Light" had ended a particular arc a few days ago and had begun to lay a foundation for a new story. During these few days, it was in a thrilling climax and was especially interesting or even very scary. This naturally pulled up the listenership ratings, resulting in another small outbreak. So it was no wonder that it could exceed "Entertainment Daily".

Actually, what shocked everyone the most was the listenership ratings for "Old and Young Story Club"!

The first episode was 2.49%

The second episode was 2.45%

The third episode was 2.51%

There was supposed to be the fourth episode being broadcast the day before yesterday, but it was cancelled due to the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet, so there was no listenership rating for that day. The real fourth episode had been shifted to yesterday, which was also the listenership rating that was announced today!

2.98%!

This growth was too defiant of the Heavens!

This was almost like making rockets! It was flying up in such a short period of time!

How can that be? Their channel had never had such a jump between listenership ratings before! They acknowledged that Zhang Ye's new story, "The Wizard of Oz", was indeed very fascinating; however, even the best segment and story needed a gradual process of improvement. It could not have such a jump without any signs, right? Eh, that's not right! Who said that there were no signs? Many people realized after giving it some thought! It was the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet! It was winning first place with "Shuidiao Getou" that allowed Zhang Ye's fame to greatly increase! The live broadcast of the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet happened to be the time slot for Zhang Ye's program. And from various factors like this were "Old and Young Story Club" and even "Late-night Ghost Stories" brought to such an amazing height!

This was 2.98%!

It was going to break three soon?

In the history of the Literature Channel, only three programs had broken the 3% rating barrier. One of them was "Criticizing Books", and another was "Daily Jokes". These two segments had a historical reason for breaking 3%. Back then, television was still not universal, and radio broadcasting was the main avenue. Later on, with television and the internet becoming prevalent, "Criticizing Books" was axed six to seven years ago, due to poor ratings. "Daily Jokes" had now changed into a witty skit segment. It could be said to have ceased to exist. Today, the only program in history that still managed to break 3% in the Literature Channel was Wang Xiaomei's "Talk About the World"!

But now, another one was about to appear!

What sort of glory was this? It was about to enter the Beijing Radio Station's annals soon!

And it was highly possible for "Late-night Ghost Stories" to break a record, too! No, actually it should be said that ever since "Late-night Ghost Stories" was in Zhang Ye's hands, it was making new records every day. It had created a history and miracle for late-night midnight segments! And this miracle was about to usher in a new peak!

Breaking 2%!

If "Ghost Blows Out the Light"'s rating could break 2%, this was not just creating history in the Beijing Radio Station, but history for the entire country's late-night segments on radio!

A newcomer!

Two segments!

They had all reached a peak at this moment!

Zhang Ye's results had made everyone envious; however, Zhang Ye was clearly not satisfied. It could even be said that he was far from satisfied!

He wanted to get the Silver Microphone Award!

He could not stop in his footsteps; he needed to climb even higher. He could still go further!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

A week later.| St. Bart's| 10 PM 
Sherlock was on the Case of a missing Accountant, walking the halls of St. Bart's looking for Molly. Failing to find her, Sherlock dialed her number. He preferred to text for many reasons, but tonight was an exception for time was an issue.
"Molly, where are you? We are in dire need of your help. We are at St. Bart's." Sherlock muttered through clenched teeth. "Oh! Sherlock. Sorry, I'm in Dublin with my--" Molly said, only for it to be cut off by Sherlock ending the call. "She's in Dublin." Sherlock said slightly annoyed. Houston we have a problem.
The other Pathologists didn't like him enough to let him use their Laboratory for his investigation, because of his personality. One way or another he had rubbed everyone in the wrong way, and they are not necessarily keen to be associated with the Consulting Detective. "What now? The others...don't exactly like you." John asked, "Shhh!" Sherlock spat frustrated, eyes closed in concentration.
"Sam Gray." Sherlock decided, marching towards the Director's office. Passing the deserted hallways, Sherlock and John made a sharp turn towards the elevator.
A wooden door greeted them minutes after, with a sign that saying,
SAM GRAY, Ph. D., M.D, DipRCPath
Director of Forensic Pathology
Sherlock gave the wooden door a purposed knock, "come in" a woman said. The two stepped in and there sat behind the desk was a woman with brown hair. Not the red haired woman they expected to see, she was on the phone to, "a minute" she mouthed.
"Holmes, what is it?" Elle said business-like sitting on her boss' chair, masking her curiosity. "The Director, is she in?" Sherlock asked, deducing the room.
Book shelves filled with books covered 1/3 of the walls, books of different genre, from chemistry, science, engineering, medicine to poetry.
Wide range curiosity.
A photo of Sam in her teens wearing a toga, smiling with a woman and man in their 50's. Behind them was Caltech's Mallikan building. Grandparents. Caltech Grad.
This piqued his interest. Parents? There they are, Sherlock thought--a photo of a couple in an embrace, a man in his late 30's with green eyes. And a woman in her early 30's with red hair. Parents. Deceased. Photo more than 20 years of age.
Another corner was two filling cabinets, alphabetically.
Organized.
Another cabinet was of personal items, his eyes can see a faint silhouette of running shoes and spare clothes.
Workaholic. Physically active.
"She's not, unfortunately. Out with her college friends." Elle said.
"Friends?" Sherlock mused, causing Elle to giggle. "She may be odd in her own special way, but she is loved." Elle said. "I didn't say anything." Sherlock commented. "Your face said it all. She may be like you in many ways, but she is not like you at the same time. She has friends and I will not call her for work. As you already know, Detective...she's a workaholic. She needs to bloody get drunk and have fun!" Elle said, "so, better run along now. I don't care if the National Security is in threat. That woman will not return to work if I have a say in it." Elle said firmly, shooing them out. "We have a--" John started, but he stopped when he saw Sherlock turn and walk out the door.
He followed suit like a dog to his master.
"Sherlock!" John yelled, following the man who was hailing a cab outside of St. Barts. "Hurry up, John!" Sherlock said getting in the cab. "Where are we going?" John asked baffled.
"To find Dr. Gray, of course." Sherlock said, "How? We don't know where she lives." John said.
"Not where she lives. Elle revealed where she was, out with college friends to get drunk, she said. Sam Gray, studied in the U.S, meaning--American friends. Meaning, tourists. Meaning, a pub to get drunk at. Obviously." Sherlock deduced.
"How did you-- never mind." John said, defeated. It was far from obvious.
15 mins later, the two arrived in a pub--in London, not far from St. Barts but popular enough to the tourists, as Sherlock deduced.
The two walked in, hearing loud music, there was a stage in the center of the pub, a place most popular to the American's. It wasn't hard for the two to spot her instantly--the loud laughing of a group of american accented women caught their attention, and her red hair stood out of the crowd.
A blonde and two brunettes, clearly intoxicated---Sam made her way to the barkeep, "3 beers, and a vodka." She yelled over the noise, when a hand tapped her shoulder, she turned frowning, expecting another drunk bloke. She was ready to say, "Piss off" when her eyes rested on Sherlock. "Oh Mr. Holmes, what can I do for you?" Sam asked. She can tell he was there for business, it was obvious. "Why do you instantly assume I'm here for something?" Sherlock replied, trying to charm her. He cracked her a smile that would make any woman swoon. But not Sam, she shot him a look like he was stupid, and she giggled amused.
"Mr. Holmes, you are still wearing your coat and scarf, without a drink in hand. Clearly, we didn't just coincidentally bumped in each other in a pub? Where you just happened to stroll into? To what? So what is it?" Sam asked. "I need to use the Lab for a case." Sherlock replied, back to his natural unattached demeanor. "Ahhh...trouble, I see." She started, and he could see she was leaning on declining when she turned to where her friends were. "The thing is, I have these friends, who I haven't seen for years and they have been bugging me to spend time with them. The only way I'm getting out of here, without them getting angry at me the next day is if I'm with a man. Are you catching my drift?" Sam explained, he nodded.
"Why don't you--" she continued, only to be interrupted by Sherlock's hands holding both her cheeks. He processed the information so fast, he leaned in and kissed her. Shutting her up instantly.
That same moment, her friends were watching the whole scene, greatly enthused.
Whilst John completely taken aback, awkwardly tore his eyes away embarassed to watch the intimate scene.
Sam licked her lip in a daze, he tasted like tea with a splash of milk. She leaned in against him and whispered to his ear, "I was thinking more of introducing you to them and saying we'll have a cuppa outside. But...I think that worked out, perfectly. Thank you."
Sam waved to her friends smiling, as they left the pub, Sherlock guiding her out.
John Hamish Watson's mouth was open in 'O' in the distance.
What just happened?
"Hi, Dr. Watson." Sam greeted, while she grabbed her jacket, Sherlock helped her in. She patted his shoulder impressed at his acting skills.
"Hi." John replied flabbergasted.
Sherlock hailed a cab, opening the door for her and getting in, John followed after.
"So, what is this case about?" Sam asked curious, "A missing Accountant, we found a trace of mud in his office--no sign of struggle. The mud may help track where he might be. " Sherlock answered, she nodded in response.
"Sorry if we disturbed your night out with the girls, Dr. Gray." John tried to make conversation, earning an un-amused look from Sherlock, who sat between them. "Its fine, honestly. You boys saved me from a hang over. And just Gray, or Sam--whichever you prefer, Dr. Watson." Sam said, smiling.
"Alright, then please call me John." John said.
"Anyhow, Mr. Holmes--" "Sherlock." Sherlock interrupted.
"Sherlock, I'm curious how you found me--I'm certain Elle wouldn't give my location even if her life depended on it. She's been insisting I socialize for months."
"She didn't." "Then how?"
"I deduced your location from her statement of you being with your college friends to get drunk. I knew you studied in America, Caltech to be precise from the mug laying on your desk office, and the sweat shirt you wore weeks ago. Molly also mentioned you studied Medicine in Harvard, meaning you spent a very long amount of time in America. Also obvious from your choice of words, like catch my drift and chill. Seeing as its obviously American friends, spending their vacation here in London--you decided to show them one of the most popular pubs, seeing as you are a workaholic, I was certain you would choose something not far from St. Barts. Plain luck that my first choice was right." Sherlock explained, "Brilliant. That's absolutely brilliant, and Amazing...creepy, but amazing nonetheless." Sam complimented completely astonished, smiling at both man.
"Wow. Tell me about him!" Sam said excitedly, pointing at the cabbie. Sherlock, a show-off, did so immediately. "He is a married man, with two children, one is specially stressing him due to her being in her teens...headstrong, probably sneaks out of the house and has a boyfriend. By the way he constantly checks his phone while driving he has been completely worried. But that's not the only source of his worries, depths had been filing, expenses, and it has caused him to have difficulty sleeping."
The cabbie glared at him from the rear view mirror, causing Sam to laugh. "Damn, that's wicked. Completely useful for dating prospective boyfriends. " Sam commented, as the three got out of the cab.
"You don't have a boyfriend?" John pried as they walked in the back entrance of St. Barts. "Nope. I'm terribly busy. But that's basically--" "an excuse." Sherlock finished for her. "Yes." She replied, pulling her phone out and typing.
"coffee?" Sam asked. "Yeah." John answered, Sherlock nodding quietly. "Okay."
Sam pressed 8 on the elevator, stepping out later, the two man behind her. Sherlock assessed her clothing. It was a white sleeveless dress in appropriate length, paired with black boots and red leather jacket. Her hair was curled and she wore minimal make up. She took a key card out of her purse and swiped it over the mechanical door, holding it open for the two.
It was smaller than the Lab below, but it held all the devices and equipment. An advanced Personal Laboratory.
An oven and coffee maker was in a corner, used often.
"Wow. Is this yours?" John asked. "Yes. Perks of being Director." Sam said. Wants a low profile, receives special treatment, Sherlock deduced.
"Sherlock, need a hand?" She turned to him and he nodded, removing his coat and scarf and hanging it by the door, Sam copied him as she changed from jacket to lab coat, and tied her hair up without a care in the world.
And the game was on.

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