Pieces of crumpled up paper littered the floor. A small apartment measuring less than 400 sq feet, the only place he could call home. Sitting at his desk Alvin scrapped yet another idea from the thick notebook that he had grown used to writing in.
He couldn't understand why it was so hard to come up with just one good idea, maybe he just wasn't cut out for this industry. The thought was a bit humbling as he heaved out a big sigh.
He didn't know what had gotten into him or why he had decided to become a writer. Growing up reading and diving deep into novels had become a bit of a habit one that had stuck with him since even after he graduated. The only people who knew what he did for a living could be counted on one hand.
In fact no one knew that he wanted to become a writer not until that day he somehow submitted a short story for a competition and it got listed. Though he didn't get first place the memory of him taking the stage to take a photograph still replayed vividly in his mind.
He had won a special prize for most creative interpretation. The competition was one where writers had to create a fictional piece of work based on a theme. Staring at his front he could still see the plastic award he received that year, more than two years ago.
Since graduating he had slowly joined the workforce just like everybody else. While his job was nothing glamorous it still could be said to be a good job. Working as a clerk in a large department store his salary was stable and the hours were fixed just what he needed for his first job. It was the reason he was able to move out of his house that he shared with his brother and parents.
Everyone was happy especially his brother who was more than eager for him to move out quicker so he could change his room. Looking at the clock Alvin stared as the hands on its face which showed it was almost eight at night. His stomach made a funny noise reminding him that he hadn't eaten yet. He'd been too caught up trying to write down the ideas in his head after work that he had already forgotten.
Turning around he threw his clothes off his body as he bodly walked away naked to the bathroom. There was no one at home and really this was the only reason a guy would want to move out. Sometimes they just liked the freedom of being in the wild just like their ancestors in the past that had survived the cold and the heat hunting wearing only a slip of cloth.
The sound of water soon sounded in the background as Alvin opened the shower. The small bathroom did not have room for a bath, not that he needed one. Running the hot water over his body his mind continued to replay the scene in his mind, the one he had been writing about.
What was more exciting than the sound of wolves rustling in woods as they chased a person on their last breath. Writing that part had been fun, only halfway he had already lost the direction he had been planning to put onto paper. Did he want the character to die or just luckily escape?
A disgruntled mumbling emitted from the small bathroom among the steam that rose into the air. It was not long after that that Alvin came out with a towel draped over his body before putting the kettle to boil in the open kitchen of his apartment.
Nothing could beat the taste of a packet of noodles on an empty stomach at least not the way he made it. Some chopped spring onions and two poached eggs was everything he needed to finish the simple but tasty meal.
Finishing putting his clothes on, the slumped figure of a young man sitting in front of a table could be seen. The constant sounds of slurping making anyone listening hungry, especially the sight of the yellow liquid that spread over the clean broth noodles mixed with the pungent smell of spring onions. Absolutely delicious!
Finishing his meal Alvin walked back to the lonely desk where he would spend most of his time 'working'. As an aspiring writer he knew that practise was the only way he could survive the cruel road to the top. Hours passed as a slumped body finally fell asleep on the table, water quietly pooling out of his mouth as his saliva created a small water bed.
Unfortunately that night was the last night that Alvin would ever spend on Earth. Outside the room the sky continued to rain bringing a downpour that lasted more than a few hours. Unusual but nothing that drew more than a brief mention on the news. However it was not an ordinary night, all over the world many strange things happened including hail in the desert.
Overnight thousands and thousands of people continued their lives only to realise too late that they would never wake up again. Nobody knew the reason for it and scientists after who studied the phenomenon could only conclude that only a small portion of the human population had been affected their state no different than a person in a coma. However this was far from the truth, sometimes could not be explained through science after all.
A blinding light seemed to approach him as Alvin struggled to open his eyes, his head still stuck in the clouds as he wondered if he had forgotten to turn off the lights again in his room. Still a dawning realisation soon displaced this thought as he found himself facing a thing he could never have expected.
A long tentacle of light that was see through reached out to wrap his body as it slowly brought him closer and closer to the middle of the room where a strange thing was happening. Glancing around him he could see he was not the only person in the room in fact hundreds if not thousands of tenctacles like the one that wrapped around him struggled with bodies like him. 
It was only now that he could hear the muffled voices of those around him as they tried to escape the same scene. His mind remained blank and only one thought kept replaying inside, he had to escape!
Activated by fear his mind seemed to turn quicker than normal as he tried to figure out a way out of his current situation. That was also the moment he remembered that he had one way left, his hands moved quickly to try and reach his pocket as he struggled to take out a pen he always carried with him. 
A desparate glow appeared in Alvin's eyes as he stabbed down at the tentacle that was wrapped around his body. The consequence of his action seemed to have little effect, nothing more than a pebble thrown into the sea. 
For the first time in his life Alvin had an abnormal thought, he didn't want to end up as food for the monster that was dragging him closer and closer to the center of the room.
His eyes stared at the pen in his hands that had gone through the tentacle of light without any result. The struggle of wanting to live and dying a strange death played in his mind. Without turning back, he decisively stabbed the pen towards his neck.

By some miraculous twist of fate a failed writer finds himself in a world he never expected to exist. However he has a system? And he is in a baby's body!? 

What is exactly going on?

"Alright class, today we have a few important matters to discuss." 

The class went silent, they were probably scared that there was a pop quiz. 

"Its time to choose your Hero names."

Everyone rose up out of their seats, excited. You however were not. You had ideas of a Hero name but all of them would just reveal your quirk. Maybe you should just tell them...

You were all given white boards and markers, most already had their choices written down. Insanely nervous, you listened to everyones idea, some were actually creative, others...

Bakugo stood up, he looked proud as he walked up to the front of the class room. He revealed his name, everyone just murmured. You however died, "HAHAHAHAHA! THAT THE DUMBEST NAME IVE EVER HEARD!" 

Bakugo flushed before his face went into an angry scowl, "What did you just say!?" 

You had tears flowing out of your eyes, barely even breathing, "Oh, don't take it to heart, it was somewhat...Creative." You said. 

"I will admit, its an interesting name but it just wont do, why do you try again?" Midnight said to Bakugo. 

"Whatever." 

"Now [y/n] since you seem so eager to tell everyone your hero name, why dont you come up here and enlighten everyone else." 

"Uhhhh...shit." 

Bakugo smirked and you reluctantly walked up to the front, white board in hand. Groaning you showed them your idea of a decent hero name. The Gamer (Im pretty sure this is a webtoon but I dont care. lul)

"Gamer? Isn't your quirk Wind?" 

"I thought it was super strength?"

You were insanely nervous, "You are both right...I do still have one quirk but the thing is, it has multiple abilities."

"Multiple abilities?!"

"So weird"

"Interesting" 

You shuffled your feet, "it has the basics of a game too, I have stats, quests, and I even get viruses."

"Viruses?" The class said together. 

"Uhhh Y-yes...when I- almost killed all of you, All for one released a virus into my body," its like he knew my quirk. "I didnt mean too. Im sorry!" You bowed low. 

Calm Mind skill Activated

At least you wouldn't be crying in front of them.

"Why are you bowing Dumbass, its not like you did anything wrong." Bakugo said calmly. 

"I didn't? But you sai-" 

"And I said sorry! I shouldnt have assumed that you tried to kill us of your own free will"

"Oh."

"Listen [y/n] it wasn't your fault, so dont worry about it!" Kirishima said.

You slightly smiled, "thanks..." you left the podium, you didnt want to be up there anymore. Its almost weird, why would he target me....

Everyone then continued on with the day, while you were lost in your thoughts. 

Forced Quest 
Win challenge
Completion of quest 
      >100000exp
      >Cure All
Incompletion of Quest 
      >Death

Win challenge? Thats vague I have no idea whats that supposed to mea-

"Now that we have you Hero names picked out its time to get ready for the Ua Festival." 

Thats unfortunate...guess Im dying young.

For the next few weeks you all prepared for the festival.


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"ALL RIGHT EVERYONES ARE YOU READYYYY?!!" 

*Silence~* 

"Ill take that as a yes! First things first, welcome to the UA FESTIVAAAL! Are first challenge for today is a Parkour race!"

RACE!? ANOTHER ONE?!!! I better say my vows now, you thought as your class stood in their assigned group. 

"Unfortunately [y/n] [l/n] has been removed from the competition due to classified reasons."

"WHAAAAT?! NO I CAN-"

You could tell the blood draining from your face. I have to participate in this.

"Sorry [y/n]" Midnight said as she touched your shoulder. leading you towards the exit. 

"I have to participate." 

"Principle Nezu says you can't, you are way more powerful than you think, if you get another Virus we might not be able to stop you." 

"I have too! If I dont ill di-" 

"No. Stop fighting me on this, you are not participating."

This cant be the end...what will everyone else think? Why are they so worried that I might get another virus? If I don't do the quest...ill die.
But if I dont participate will it actually count it?

You didn't know, it was your own quirk yet every second it was trying to kill you. I should have said good bye to everyone, bet they'll be surprised to find me dead.

Midnight stopped and opened up a room, you saw principal Nezu watching giant monitors before seeing you and smiling. 

"Sorry, you must be disappointed...Don't worry though ill let you in the pvp challenge."

"Why can't I participate in this challenge?"

"Like I said your quirk is way too powerful even if you've got a somewhat low stamina you could probably win in seconds. This festival is for students to get picked by heros so you would just take all their chances."

"Oh" so does this mean that the real challenge is the pvp contest? So you wont be dying just yet? Unless you actually get beaten by whoever you go against. 

"Although thats not quite what I called you here, I want you to help with some of the challenges. You are going to be an obstacle" 

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"THE FIRST ROUND IS AN OBSTACLE COURSE! Its a free for all so first one to cross the finish line wins!" 

You were waiting at the end of the course, the instructions were easy, all you have to do it make sure that they dont get past. Simple enough. 

Maybe you shouldn't underestimate them...you were going up against everyone. Even scarier Bakugo and Todoroki, they were insanely strong. 

You gulped as present mic started up the course, you could see in the far distance the race already beginning, ice shot up and explosions were going off non stop. 

"Who's that girl?!"

"Is she an obstacle?"

Most of the students had finally reached the mine field, now it was your turn, using your wind you pushed them all back. 

Bakugo who was in the air went flying backwards, face planting into the ground. Todoroki used his ice to block and Midoriya hid behind his metal board. So these three will be the real problems. 

"[y/n]!?" They all said in unison. 

You almost started laughing when you saw Bakugos shocked and pissed off reaction to being thrown back. Lifting up your arm you sent another gust, this time it was much stronger. "Surprise Bitches."

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Sorry for being a lazy ass and not writing. Ive been feeling really sick and I totally had an allergic reaction to the fucking sun because my body thinks that VITAMIN D is bad. Lul. 

Anyway im back in business and ill start getting back on track. See ya later Peasants!

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"For me love is a fight," Nana said after a long pause.
Yuri was astonished, "Fighting? What do you mean?"
"The fight for happiness, but after a deep broken heart I realized that life is not only a matter of love, but more than that it is a competition to become a human that can be recognized so that it cannot be oppressed by anyone," Nana explained.
"You mean?" Yuri asked.
"Life can not be guessed as well as your heart's content, what you think is good is not necessarily good for you and vice versa, I hope you understand about this" Nana continued.
Yuri looked down and tried to digest what was said by Nana, for a moment Yuri tried to smile.
"You're right, then I'll try my best and let go of what must be released up to my limits," Yuri said, trying to encourage herself.
"I hope you can find the best way to find your happiness." Nana also tried to cheer up Yuri even though she didn't know exactly what was happening but she didn't want to force Yuri to say it if it wasn't Yuri herself who opened it.
"Alright, I'll go first because it's two o'clock so it's time to look for news hehe", After saying that Nana immediately came out of Yuri's room.
Yuri nodded and smiled at Nana who had disappeared from behind the door.
Nana actually felt sorry for Yuri, but what else could she not be a god who could control the hearts and lives of others.
As Nana walked out of the office, she suddenly got a call from an unknown number, with little hesitation Nana picked it up.
"Hello, is this really Ms. Nana Khalila, with the name 2N Fation contest?"
"2N Fation?"
"Yes, it says here on your design on behalf of 2N Fation"
Nana became confused, suddenly she remembered that she used to use that name in every design she drew, then how could anyone know? hobby of writing.
"Oh yeah it's me, what's up?" Nana replied with a little hesitation.
"Congratulations, your design successfully passed the Korea Creative Festival Week"
"What? Are you not mistaken?"
"Certainly not wrong, because here clearly written the name, telephone number, email address and boutique where you work"
"May I know which boutique?"
"Fation Minor, South Jakarta"
"Fation Minor? Mmm, I understand" Nana was stunned when she heard the name of the boutique after that she smiled when she imagined who the CEO was from the boutique.
"Alright, I have sent your e-mail regarding the schedule, theme and list of your competitors' names, please check!"
"Of course I will check it out soon"
After the chat, Nana immediately checked her email and once again she was astonished when she saw the name on the main list.
"Kyung Mi from Marct Daily Foundation one? Is she the same person?" Nana began to hesitate to take part in the contest, if indeed her rival was Mimi, the girl who loved Lion.
When she was finished with her thoughts, Nana stared lazily at the parking area, then she looked up at the cloudless clear sky and the scorching sun.
At that moment Nana was shocked by the sound of the brakes that hurt the ears, a white sports car stopped and almost touched Nana's feet.
"Gosh ... is the driver drunk?" said Nana irritably.
Sweet figure using high heels in a tight pink dress that shows her sexy cleavage out of the car.
She stepped and stood right in front of Nana with a sweet smile.
"Did I surprise you?" Mimi asked with a guilty expression.
Nana was stunned, her heart pounding as her feet backward, "Mimi?"
"Oh Nana? You're Nana right?" asked Mimi with her gentle smile.
Nana nodded, swear by anything she didn't expect to see the beautiful Mimi, is this a coincidence? Mimi appeared when she thought about it? Will the real competition begin?
Nana nodded while fixing the way it stood, "Yes, you are Mimi right?"
"Do you still remember me? Glad we could meet again, oh what are you doing here?" asked Mimi.
For some reason Nana felt uncomfortable seeing Mimi's good attitude, but she felt compelled to apologize for the cancellation of Mimi's engagement with Lion.
"I work here, Mmm ... can we talk?" Nana asked with a little hesitation.
Mimi nodded "Sure, I like you so I thought it would be nice if we could talk"
"Ohhh yeah, when are you not busy?" Nana asked.
"Now you can, I happened to come here to invite my friend to drink, but because there is you, I will just invite you," said Mimi cheerfully as if there was no anger in her.
"Today I don't have too much work, maybe we can talk a few minutes?" Nana said.
"Then get in my car, I'll take you to one of my favorite places," said Mimi pulling Nana's arm.
With heavy steps Nana followed Mimi to get into her car.
Not long after Mimi's luxury Porsche car stopped at one of the elite cafes in Seol.
"Sit down!" Mimi kindly invited Nana to sit in the chair next to her.
Nana sat obediently while smiling towards Mimi.
"What do you want to order?" asked Mimi.
"Just plain water," Nana replied.
Mimi immediately nodded without asking much more. She immediately ordered two drinks, after talking with the cafe waiter, Mimi looked back at Nana.
"This cafe is good right?" Said Mimi, staring at Nana.
Hearing Mimi's question, Nana immediately rolled her eyes in all directions in the cafe, after which she nodded "Yes, Very Good"
"Of course it's good because I've never been wrong in choosing" said Mimi confidently.
Nana only nodded in response to Mimi's words, but she could grasp the meaning behind Mimi's words.
"Mmmm before, I want to apologize for the failure of your engagement with Lion," Nana said with a guilty expression.
Hearing Nana's words, Mimi's expression immediately changed, she looked at Nana meaningfully while crossing her legs showing her smooth white thighs.
"Are you angry?" Nana continued when she saw Mimi not responding to her words.
Mimi shook her head and said, "No".


How would it be, if two people who were different like heaven and earth, were met by the fierce hatred and sweet temptations of love?

Starting with the arrival of Nana Khalila to South Korea to escape the pain due to the mistake of her future husband.

In South Korea Nana was unintentionally involved with one of the number one entrepreneurs named Kim Lion, who got the title of the ideal husband of Seoul women because of his good looks and success.

Kim Lion is a perfectionist man who is anti-touched by just any woman, besides that he hates marriage and isn't even interested in dating. His life was perfect until Nana appeared to overturn the earth.

In addition, Nana is also involved with sweet tall men who have charming dimples. He is friendly and very polite to women. Even so, he only keeps love for one woman. He was named Park Jeha, the most successful Online Game entrepreneur in South Korea. However, behind the warm attitude he was very mysterious.

Discover the story of Nana, Lion, Jeha and all the characters involved in the novel "When Love Finds its Master" to find the answer!

»Happy Reading.


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(I'm gonna talk a bit about my personal journey so if you guys are not interested, then just skip to the tips.) 
Like many normal teenagers, I had gone through an awkward phase. Sad thing is, I went through it in grade 9, so most of the people in my high school still remember my awkward phase. (I'm in grade 12 now.) But after looking at pictures from that dark time, I realised that my face didn't change at all. It was my style, my mannerisms, and my hair. I also found a deeper meaning in those changes. So here's what I found that made the difference between awkward phase me and glown up me:

1. A fail proof hairstyle is plain, natural hair. 😻 Also try all lengths of hair by cutting it to shoulder length first (or longer if you are scared) and then growing it out. See which stage you like best. (I don't think this would work with afro hair. I've never had friends who have afro hair.) I love a YouTube video for tips on this. Please comment to let me know if you guys are interested in it

2. Try to get contact lenses. 👀 I know some people suit glasses. I personally don't. But getting contacts really helps if you have oily skin and glasses just keep slipping down your nose. Or if you are like me, with 800 degrees myopia, then ditching heavy glasses feels so good. Getting contact lenses also allow me to go crazy without worrying about it flying off my face. 

3. Don't use makeup for the sake of using makeup. Use it according to your needs, your face, and your style. Also, keep in mind your overall outfit. Sometimes, a loud outfit with a loud makeup can take over your body and hide you. You want people to see you, not your makeup. Of course, there are exceptions such as creative makeup. 

4. Be mindful while shopping. 💸Just because something looks good, doesn't mean it will look good on you. Also avoid fast fashion to save up for more quality items. Always check for the quality of fabrics, the color scheme of your closet, and what you usually wear. If you don't wear skirts, don't buy a skirt. I also love a YouTube video for tips on this. Please comment to let me know you guys are interested. 

5. Work out.💦 You don't have to aim for losing weight or gaining curves. Working out enhances your metabolism, the lines on your arms and legs (makes you look extra sexy), and improves your complexion. You will radiate from the inside out. Working out doesn't have to be tiring or tedious too. You can try dancing, cycling, stretching (splits are cool!), etc. 

6. Commit to a hobby.🔥 Mine would be piano, which I started playing when I was three. During my awkward phase, I wasn't practicing at all and I was embarrassed to tell people I had been learning it since I was three and I actually have certificates for it. REALLY COMMIT TO A SKILL PLEASE! Also, don't underestimate the amount of money your special skill can bring you!! I received 500RMB once for winning an award in a writing competition, plus 100RMB for being a volunteer at the award ceremony. XD

7. Please listen to your mother when she says you look bad.💯 She's probably right. I can't express how many style mistakes I made because of not listening to her. 

8. Be more reserved. 😶Talk only when you have something meaningful to say. My awkward phase consists a lot of me blurting out dumb, hypocritical, ignorant, and sometimes offensive things. I think this is why I didn't have friends. Also, if you are not sure if your opinion on something is right (as in, in consideration of all perspectives and not on an ignorant basis), ask questions. It's always fun to get to know what others think. But if you don't have the ability to recognise your ignorance, then I can't help you. Only time and maturity can help you at this point. 🙄

9. Take care of your skin.💦 Depending on where you live, you might not need a skincare routine. Taking care of your skin does not necessarily means buying products and putting them on your face. Taking care of your skin can be applying body lotion, washing your face with a simple face wash as soon as you get home (gets rid of pollutants), clipping your bangs up for sports (avoids forehead pimples), not touching your face, etc. 

10. Do your eyebrows.💯 If you are born with perfect eyebrows, don't touch them. But I had a uni brow. For beginners, personally I feel like it's better to use a small brow shaver instead of a tweezer. It does not hurt as much and if you fail, your hair grows out faster. If you can afford, get your brows done for the first time at a salon, then follow the shape at home when it grows out. 

These are the tips I have. Hope you guys liked them. Please give constructive feedback if there's anything I can improve. Thank you for reading, lovelies!! 💋

A fiber of connection from miles away...



Our places on this earth are divided by oceans setting us apart from one continent to another. Several countries speaking several languages to understand each other. People with several cultures and beliefs. Different personalities and opinions.

In this chaotic world, we live in called real life we search for a place to escape from that reality. To be accepted as who or what we are. We have found that in the music we sing. In the books, we read. In the movies we watch. In the places, we travel and visit. Everywhere in which we get inspiration to face reality head-on.

We write stories or poems to inspire others, reading the words we weave from our own world. For some of us, it is simply an escape from reality into a world in which we can use our imaginations to dream make-believe or to live our secret fantasies or just plain be creative.

Getting on the web gives us more ways to share and get connected to other people with the same kind of thinking from across the ocean. Some of the people we meet along the way give us reasons to smile again. It's where we become friends, get to know them well, and get so close that we even trust them enough to share our own greatest fears.

I was a living a kind of living death when I found solace here on Stories Space. A place to write, camouflaging my hatred and sadness from myself when I was reading all the poetry and fictional fantasies created by the writers. I found another escape from reality and indulged in reading.

My feelings from my own troubles in life had made me feel so empty that only through laughter and reading could I be free and somewhat whole again.

I made my own heaven in purgatory.

A friend told me to write down all of my pains and troubles in poems or stories. Another friend of mine told me to be fierce in my poetry writing. I found friends who helped me give my own life a reason to continue living again through writing.

Writing makes me calm every time my mind gets into a panic mode. The pains and the fears of the unknown are my muses for writing.

When I met someone who understood me and made me feel needed and loved my poetry changed its tune. It made me think of happy thoughts. I got inspired by the things I saw and the happy memories of my childhood that I could write about.

Painful memories and realities were always there and so I wrote about them from time to time.

When that someone left me I continued writing. The same inner muse I had gained I used to keep on writing.

Then, out of nowhere, I got to know you. I became happy again. This time I got even more inspired and more creative, experimenting with my writings.

I set aside my shyness and reservations to write creatively. I still can't overcome some of my shyness and reservation but I am blooming, inspired by you.

You became my muse.

The man in the moon. The stars in my darkest hours. When at night I can't sleep thinking of you calms me to sleep.

The sunshine after the heavy storm. Where all the dead trees come to life again. That keeps me warm when everything gets chilly.

My own little heaven in my real life purgatory.

Writing...

Rune's Prose & Poetries

LUCID DREAMS

my wandering crazy mind is just doodling in the sands...

it's just me ...this is a collection of my amateurish writings of poetry, short stories, and prose...

These are all short stories compilation a different story per chapter.

WARNING: Adult contents, please be advised that you're reading EROTICA


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Copyright©2014-present

All writings remains MEG Cabingan a.k.a. RuNe also known as runemcgrey's property.
Don't use it for any other purposes without her permission.

My name is Eli Greyson, I'm a seven year old kid living with a single dad. One day before going to school I had a strange dream that seemed familiar but also not. It was like a reminder of what was really going on around here. In my dream I was a college junior writing an assignment for a literature class at a nearby coffee shop. What seemed to be my friend, suddenly approaches my table and takes a bite out of scone before sitting down. 

"Hey dude, so how was that manga I lent you?" He asked me with this smug look on his face. 

"Personally I found the premise unrealistic and the main character as dry as sand." He points his head out to me hoping for a "but" except he seemed so pretentious about it I was more inclined to punch him in the face. I gave in and said my but's about the manga. I took the manga out of my backpack and set it on the table. "Blessed Romance". Yeah it's as cheesy as the title sounds 

"But for some reason I just couldn't put it down, you happy. I liked it." 

"Haah!! I knew you would. So did you finish it?" 

"I did." I said as I was packing my things. "I mean the ending was so obvious. Of course she would end up with the first one notice. Not that I really mind it that much but still."

"Ok yes but that's not what's appealing to the harem genre. It's so you can make fanfic and fangirl out about your otp. Just because you know the end result doesn't mean you have to stop reading."

"Funny, I think I was the one who told you that the last time I spoiled something and you went on a hissy fit." I finish packing my things and walk to my next class which coincidentally was also my only class with Winn in it. 

"It was a mystery novel, okay so not the same thing. You can't compare romance and a murder mystery that would be like comparing apple pie to mac and cheese." 

"Great now I'm hungry. You wanna stop by that food truck and get a quick bite before American Lit.? As I step outside from the coffee shop I suddenly get tackled by the football team and hit my head on the pavement. Then I get pushed into oncoming traffic and get hit by a bus full of elderly people. Next thing I knew I was awake in my bed.

"Well that was a weird dream." I crawled out of bed and went into the kitchen and turned on the TV. As I was making breakfast for myself, I noticed that a familiar looking face was on the screen. He wasn't someone I necessarily knew, he just looked familiar. 

"And he's done it again folks. Musical and magic prodigy Aston Izumi has won the prestigious international young artists competition for the second time at only 8 years old ." That name and face sounded oddly familiar when put next to each other. That dream I had, what was that one manga called, "Blessed Romance"? That Aston guy kind of looks like a younger- 

Suddenly my brain was going off at a billion miles per hour. Millions of memories began flooding inside my brain until I realized that the dream that I had wasn't a dream, IT WAS MY PAST LIFE!?!?! 

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs in disbelief. Luckily no one was at my house to hear me. 

"Hey kid, SHUT UP IT'S 6 IN THE MORNING!!!" Unfortunately we were also living in an apartment complex and my walls were unusually thin. 

"Sorry thought I saw a cockroach on the floor Mr. Stinski!!" 

Alright calm down me, calm down. I died, in the most in flattering way possible. What was my life an 8 pm drama? Either way I died that's not the issue. The issue is that I died and got reborn into an anime universe. 

"Hey wait a minute just because I got reborn doesn't mean that I'm some sort of main character in this world. I mean come on what are the odds of that happening right?" As I said that I noticed that on my table there was a letter addressed to Elizabeth Greyson with the word congrats on it. If I remember correctly the setting of that game was at a prestigious private arts academy in town. Lilia Academy, an institution to teach students on how to use their magic in creative and artistic ways instead of just for fighting or pure research.  The place were that letter was sent from was Lilia Academy....

"Ok that's just a-" then like as if god or the universe was just making fun of me I suddenly remember who the main heroine of "Blessed Romance" was. That heroine I called as dry as sand, her name was Elizabeth Greyson, aka Eli aka ME!!!!! The image of the heroine in that story suddenly came to me. Her gentlE features were suddenly engraved in my memory. Her pale skin as white as snow, eyes that gleamed a gentle blue color reminiscent of the sky, and her most defining feature, her long pink colored hair that flowed down her back. I ran to the bathroom to see whether or not if I had the same feature and sure enough, pale skin, blue eyes, and effervescent pink hair. I WAS THE HEROINE?!?!?!

Now you might be thinking, well if your the main heroine then you already know how this story ends right? Happily ever after with Prince Aston. Which you're right but this is a Cinderella story. I'll be subjected to humiliation and ridicule for half of my life. I don't even want to be the wife or girlfriend of some snobby rich guy. I wanted to live a peaceful life not bombarded by paparazzi and news bloggers trying to bring me down every chance that they got. And as if that wasn't enough, in my past life I was a guy and in this world I was reborn as a little girl.....

The last thing he remembers was staring at the hospital ceiling with an inch of life left. Next thing he knew he was barely four feet tall and wearing a skirt. 

Eli wakes up one morning from a strange dream realizing what had happened to her was in a past life. The thing is though she wouldn't have known whether or not if she had been reborn or not yet had it been for one particular fact about her previous and current life. The life that she was living in was from manga that she was reading be she died, Blessed Romance. Good news was that she was main heroine, so regardless on how this turns out she’ll have a happy ending. Bad news, her past life was as a guy who was also a lonely, nerdy, shojou manga otaku?!?!? Does she even want the happy ending?!?!

I am sitting the game system, in discord...  I just need suggestions cuz my brain is closed... PLZ HELP!  
I finished writing the basics of the EXP system, and now stuck in the elemental system (almost done, but need some creative ideas!) 

After I finish writing the new game system, I will proceed with the re-write... so the more you help me, the faster I can start writing!  (Discord Link both in comments and in writer's note!)

Voidne is the unluckiest person in the world.  Just like his mother, he needs to work 5 times harder than normal people, just to achieve the same thing.

But one day the unlucky Voidne crossed through a wormhole by a mistake, that sent him into a parallel universe to occupy the body of the Voidne from that universe.

The new parallel universe was more advanced, and a new game was about to get released.  It was a VRMMORPG, that is going to be super popular.  Even companies were going to fight over occupying this game.

Voidne who was the unluckiset person in the world, is now the luckiest person in the world...  

See how Voidne's life will change!

I am a 13 year old who loves reading .I thought that I cold give a try in writing and here I am .Never expected anyone to read my book and Thank you to all who read it.I live in India so we have English as our first language so there won't be many grammatical mistakes.We have compulsory creative writing in English so all of us are used to writing lame stories.I know currently nothing much is happening in the story but I can assure that by the weekend the story will get interesting.

what if, your marriage was not your own choice

Daeva after bumping with Juno, she thought that her behavior wasn't so nice. But when the school bell rings, she snapped out of it and went to her designated room for her subject. Daeva is a fourth year college student in Literature and Creative Writing. She thought of becoming a writer to write literary pieces based on her experiences. Also, she thought that becoming a writer would allow her to have a small chance of interacting with people.

When she was about to enter her room, her Professor bumped into her. Mrs. Sanchez smiled at her. Daeva greeted her good morning and Mrs. Sanchez greeted her in return.

They both entered the room and Daeva sat at the second row. Mrs. Sanchez greeted her class and began discussing a lesson about her subject. She kept blabbing in front while Daeva glanced at the window. She caught a glimpse of Juno who's about to leave the school gates. As she follows Juno with her eyes, she began to feel a sharp pain at her left forearm. She didn't bother looking at it, she knows that it's currently bleeding so she just pulled her black sleeves lower. She returned her attention to her discussing professor and listens to her.

A couple of subjects passed then Daeva's lunch break arrived. She quickly ate at the cafeteria before going to the library. The school's library was enormous. It's also where the book club is rooming. Daeva is a member of the Book club and happens to be a good friend of Kevin, the Book club's president. When Daeva came in, she found Kevin fixing books that weren't returned to the proper shelve. She just picked up some books that were left at the tables and did the same. There weren't too much people in the library for now so she started casually chatting with Kevin.

"Hey Kev, you seem frustrated... What's wrong??" asked Daeva.

"Student School Council Vice President...She destroyed my morning." said Kevin casually.

"What did she do to you?" Daeva felt curious.

"Oh nothing...She just shuted me out... refusing to do some student council duties...or simply take the proposal and leave it to miss President's table... That's all..." Kevin replied.

Daeva didn't asked further what happened...But then, she felt like the person who she bumped with earlier at the hall way was the Vice President.

"The Vice President, was she the campus belle I keep hearing about." Daeva asked.

"Hmm? Yeah, that's her...Why, what's up?" asked Kevin as he finished arranging the books.

"I think she's the pretty blonde girl I bumped with this early morning. She wasn't really polite." Daeva said as she scratches the area where she felt pain while staring at Juno.

Kevin saw Daeva scratched her forearm right bellow her palm. He looked at Daeva with malicious intent. His lips curved up at one side. He then grab Daeva's hand and brought her to the school's clinic. Daeva didn't resisted and just followed Kevin.

The nurse was currently out of the clinic so Daeva's forearm can be treated. She pulled her sleeve up and let Kevin treat her wound. Kevin cleaned the blood off and covered it with bandage. When he was done, Daeva thanked Kevin and they came back to the library. 

There, while Daeva was waiting for her next class like Kevin, they decided to read a book. Daeva picked a random fantasy book while Kevin opened his laptop and read about demons.

"Let's go home together later and just order pizza for dinner, what do you say?" Kevin offered to Daeva.

Daeva just nodded, it's not very often that they go home together. Daeva and Kevin are roommates and oftentimes, Daeva gets home first before Kevin because of his club president duties.

Almost an hour have passed and Kevin closed his laptop. It's time for his next class, Daeva still have over half an hour before her next subject so Kevin just left her. When Kevin left the library, the atmosphere in the library became gloomy. Anyone who's in there felt uncomfortable, some left but some ignored it. Daeva is feeling a bit irritated but what can she do? She can't get rid of them...never...

Daeva kept reading until its just 15min left before her next class. She stood up from her sit and returned the book into one of the shelves. She felt a hand caressed her cheek and hear a chuckle. Daeva ignored it and left the library.

When she's out of the library, she can feel that someone ran "its" fingers on her hair. Her mouth was twitching, slowly forming a malicious grin. She covered her mouth with her hands, then, she took out a face mask from her pants's pocket and covered her grin. She went to her next class as if nothing had happened.

She still have 2 subjects left for her to survive. Her 3rd subject for the day passed as if it was a filler chapter of her day. Nothing very interesting occurred nor the class. But on her final subject of the day: Creative Writing, the class was given an activity and that is to write a poem. The poem have no specific theme but should be rhyming.

Writing poems weren't a problem for Daeva at all. She doesn't limit herself when it comes to writing and its subject. She writes what's in her mind and what she feels. They we're given an hour and when they were done, they are then dismissed. Daeva finished after 30min, she's always the first one to finish. As she passed her work and leaves the room, her professor Mr.Wilson gave her work a read.

Trigger

Young ignorant little girl,
Your heart is a black pearl.
His tongue hungers for you...
He will dye your silk a red hue.
Do not dare taunt him further
Beware, his claws are no feather.
You can't produce what he desires,
He shall come and take his prize.
Do as the old men say,
There is a price if you disobey;
Outgrow your childish ways
Or he who you shall face!

This is a collection of different stories but all told by one person, Daeva. A mysterious young woman who's always very reserved and isolated from everyone. You may approach her like anyone else but beware...

This is a horror/suspense story...please read with caution. You might not be able to sleep at night with lights off and open doors and windows.

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Daeva Schiff

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