Emica Kana is 18 years old. She has always loved writing stories., They were her escape from reality. She always wished that a man would come and save her like they always do in the stories.
Well, she got her wish.
Emica entered a small writing school that was near a river. Her friend had joined her. But, the teacher had an odd vibe around him. Emica became a little scared of him. She especially became scared when the teacher started to pay more attention to her. One day, when she runs from him, she falls into a world of adventure, risk, and abnormalities. 
But, her teacher is what scares her more than this new world. What secrets and schemes did he use to get her here?

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

It was the same every year. Artie would make calls and try to find out what everyone's plan was for the holiday season. With everyone spread out across the nation, the only tradition old Artie was seeing every year was excuses. It hadn't always been this way. There used to be a time when all the kids and grand kids would trip over each other to spend the holidays at his big house. Those were the good old days when his wife was still around. Before her passing, she would often joke that everyone was really there to see her and not him. Turns out her jokes were quite accurate because when his lovely wife of fifty years succumbed to cancer, everyone stopped showing up for Christmas. Artie just assumed the first year was too tough because the first holiday was less than a few months after her passing and it might have been too soon. He let it slide and thought nothing of it. But now it had been seven years and not a single kid or grand kid had sat down at the massive table in his dining room to break bread with him on his savior's birthday.

     It wasn't like some of his kids didn't have good excuses. David was a surgeon and he spent his holidays working in free clinics to help those who couldn't afford health insurance. While it was admirable from a distance, deep down Artie knew that was a shield to protect David from criticism, something he did often to deflect negative things being said about him. Sorry I missed that play I never wanted to see, but I was too busy saving lives. It was like playing chess with a grand master. Even though you knew what game was being played you still had no chance of winning.

     There were the kids who had no excuses. Kim was a stay at home mom with four rug rats that Artie wanted to spoil endlessly. Yet instead of taking him up on offers of free babysitting and weekend to spend with her husband, he was rejected every time he reached out to spend time when them.

     Next was Richard, who was larger than life. Living what was his childhood dream, Richard was a professional baseball player. Making millions to play a game most people would do for free, he was also able to fly anywhere at a moment's notice but still had no time for his old man. Whenever they would talk on the phone, they would talk about all things baseball and nothing else. It was the one bridge they had left but Artie was sad that he wasn't closer to Richard beyond that. He couldn't be prouder of his son, but lately he had been living up to his name and was a real dick to his old man.

     Then there was Malcolm. Professor at an esteemed university and all round know it all. Malcolm never came for Christmas dinner because Artie never invited him. They were like oil and vinegar and fought every time they shared the same air. His youngest child also knew exactly how to push his buttons as if it were a secret talent that only he possessed. His wife would laugh at how good they were at setting each other off; it was like watching synchronized swimming she often said. He missed her more than ever, especially now that he had spent every holiday alone since her passing.

     This wasn't the way Artie wanted to spend his last years, alone every Christmas and only cooking for one. The previous year, Artie decided to do something different and didn't even invite any his kids over. He gave everyone the same treatment that was usually reserved for Malcolm and nothing changed and he got the same cards and postcards in the mail and nothing more. His attempt at reverse psychology was a complete and utter failure, epic as his grand kids would tell him.

     As the next holiday season approached, Artie had finally decided that he wasn't going to take it anymore. This year he was prepared to fight them tooth and nail to get what he wanted. Artie paused for a moment and thought about what that meant. What kind of dinner would he have if all of them had to be dragged in there kicking and screaming against their will? Artie knew that he would have to be more creative if he was going to have the happy holiday he missed so much. He had considered writing them all out of his will if they didn't show up this year. That was an empty threat because he didn't have that much left over and two out of four kids were millionaires. It was going to take some real trickery to get them all at the table this year but he was determined to make it happen.

     Even if it was the last thing he ever did...

All Artie Jackson wanted was the whole family to be home for Christmas. Be careful what you wish for...

Once Sylvic is done writing the letter, he motions with his hand to follow and I follow suite. We leave the room and go past the rows of beds to the front lobby. This room has a desk with the nurse that cried on my shoulder hours ago behind it. She has recollected herself and is writing on a clipboard. There is a sign in sheet on the desk. I look around at the room, there are some wood chairs, a few windows, and a sign that says, "Please wait to be called for."
  Sylvic said, "I'm heading home for the day." 
The nurse replied, "Ok, have a good day Mr. Johnson and..." she looks at me, so I just wave. "Mr. Johnson, do you plan on taking him with you?" She points at me. 
   "Yes, is there an issue with that?" He responds, sounding confused. The nurse, sounding slightly less confused, responds, "Did you forget you need to sign him out?" Sylvic looks dumbstruck, and I try to contain a snicker. "My bad Jasmine, I totally forgot."
   'So Jasmine is the nurses name, interesting. I will keep that in mind if I ever talk to her again.'
  He walks over and signs me out, I glance to look and they had me written in as purple haired kid, 'How creative. I guess they had to put something in though while I was unconscious. Speaking of....'
  I look at Sylvic, "So how long was I unconscious for?" He looks at me and scratches his head, "Two days if I'm right...." "TWO DAYS?!?" 'Why was I unconscious for two days! The lord knows how long I was unconscious before then! I could have been killed, system doesn't know crap about sending people to this world.'
  All of a sudden I hear, "You coming Kurayami?" I snap out my thoughts. "Coming!" And I run towards the door. As I leave I'm greeted by what I assume to be the Middle Ages, there are log houses one story tall lined up in a row with smoke coming from each chimney, and there is snow.  Snow is slowly falling from the sky, without a care in the world just to land on another till they land on a mound. I look around just to see plains upon plains of snow. I stick my tongue out to catch a snowflake just for it to be blown away from my breath. It looks like a scene from a fairytale. I see a few elves, orcs,dwarves, beast men, and people walking the sidewalks of the streets.
  The world was like a something from my dreams. "Woooooooooow!" Sylvic smiled, seeing his new kid in awe. He grabs my hand, we turn left and we start walking down the sidewalk. The streets are quiet except for the steps others make in the snow. 
   We eventually make it to a two story building made of stone. Lights dance in the windows figures moving in the building. We walk up the steps and he takes a set of keys out from his pocket. He puts them in and turns them till a click sounds from the lock.
  We enter and as he closes the door behind him, I hear a click, I turn around and see a small circle on the lock. My eyes go wide as I realize something, it automatically locked when the door closed! I turn around to see a hallway at the end I see what I assume to be the kitchen and dining room, to my left, I see a room with wool furniture surrounding a small coffee table. The walls have wallpaper of green and yellow stripes. Then I realize something. As a healer, he must be pretty well off and this scene confirms it. 
  From the presumed to be kitchen, I hear a voice come from that sounds mature yet feminine and kind. "Honey? You finally home?" I look at Sylvic and he responds swift and kind voice but one that demands urgency. "Yeah, I am here, and I need to talk to you about something." When he finishes his sentence, a female elf sticks her head out from the kitchen. She has smooth and delicate features, blond hair, and bright blue eyes. 
  She looks at her husband and then looks at me and she then rush's from the kitchen wearing a kitchen apron. She is wearing a yellow sweater, black cloth pants, and blue shoes. She then looks at her husband curiously. 
   "Who is this young boy?" He answers with a stern tone that shows his will won't be moved. "This is Kurayami, the newest member of our family." I just wave shyly. His wife is around 5'5 ft tall and looks average in weight, similarly built to her husband but less muscle, more curves, and lighter skin.
  She gives him a look, as if to say, we will discuss this later. Sylvic points to the couch and asks kindly, "Could you please sit on the couch and wait while I call the other kids down?" I nod, understanding that he is in the dog house now, making the call to adopt me on the spot.
   'He seems to make decisions on the spot without thinking of the consequences. I'm glad he chose to take me in but he didn't think of what the backlash that might incur. Definitely spontaneous.'
  I'm brought back from my thoughts when I hear Sylvic yell, "Kids, come down, there is someone you need to meet!" I hear doors open and multiple feet coming down the steps.

After an unknown amount of time, a soul got to reincarnate into a fantasy realm with it’s own choice of abilities and looks. Watch as he goes through a life as powerful as can be in this world. This is a hobby and not professional work so please bare with me while I try my best to make this book a good one.

"Congratulations, Ivy."
A group of boisterous cheer sang to the appeared guest for tonight's party.
"Congrats, Ivy!" Bethany roared like the thunder.
"Great work, Ivy," Parker, who stood next to Bethany, clapped.
"Very proud of you, Ivy," David praised in his mellowed temper.
Hearing to the rounds of flattery is none other than Ivy.
Her natural auburn hair dyed all black, and she appeared as charismatic and as cool to her character. Now matured to her age, her face no longer retained her foxy attitude.  There lingered no foolish plays in her demeanor but only an experienced, hardworking, actively running candidate to make her dream come true.
Ivy is no longer the girl who once belonged to the gossip girls group. After graduating high school, as planned, she went out to the world, chasing after her passion, learning the craft, encountering success as well as failures, kept going on and on until she could no longer have fear for trying.
The journey to embark a name for herself as a film director took her to several places, and gave her diverse knowledge. With several years spent learning the different roles behind the camera, she kept producing short films with her close friends from the industry with whom she shares this eternal passion for the cinema.
These handfuls of people stuck together to work on scripts. One such creation that they recently released received a lot of attention and bought forth commendations from various film festivals and special screenings.
Having traveled places where their new short film got countless praises and award buzzes, finally, they returned home to celebrate their recent accomplishment. They all gathered at their studio office, turned a portion of it into a party set-up, decorated with drinks, snacks, and a basket of movie collections for binge-watching all night. The play is to start early, where everyone gathered sharp at two in the afternoon, proposing to have lunch together before following with their plan.
Ivy was running late from having a meeting outside and thus allowing the group to plan for a surprise attack. When arrived, at last, Ivy opened the door to find her friends clamoring aloud until all of their ears went temporarily deaf.
The surprise came with a price, yet they could catch Ivy's face panicked in awe and exhilaration. A horrifying smile was the feat these people aimed to accomplish.
David instantly followed the act by opening an expensive bottle of champagne that they received as the gift in appreciation for their short film. Parker followed by passing over the glass, lastly handing it to the frozen figure as David started filling the glass till the fizzy bubbles overflowed the rims. The cold liquid when touched Ivy's skin, she felt the sharp twinge and melted to its liveliness. They all raised at once to make a toast.
"To Ivy!" they cheered again, and the glasses clinked against each other, taking turns before making to their first sip.
...
"Wow! It feels like we can finally tell the world that we've arrived!" Bethany spoke in relief.
Bethany holds a mysterious background to her personality. The young and lively woman carries a lot of secrets of her past, which she refuses to share with her creative family. Ivy and Parker saw her earlier works and invited her to join their team. Bethany being younger than the both, enthusiastically accepted their offer and became their editor. Her constant raise of questions showed her interest in the projects, and her ability to take risks without getting swayed from any negative comments is an added trait that impressed Ivy and Parker in the first place. They were looking for someone who was similarly crazy like them, and Bethany filled their interest. At the age of 25, Bethany had a degree from arts, and she joined a team that let her go wild.
"I guess so! My parents always kept suggesting to find a regular job and settle down. I had to keep running away, but now, I feel like I could proudly tell her, 'Mom, I was part of this project!' and that I've made it," Parker, the cameraman as well as the music composer of the film, joined to comment.
Ivy first met Parker in her diploma program, where she studied Film Direction. They bonded over their love for movies and quickly became close friends. Parker's sharpness and noticing fine details in anything made him a natural perfectionist. His genius-like skills let him even read people's minds at times. His friendship with Ivy deserves applauding as Parker changed Ivy's fascist nature and brought her down to earth. Ivy thinks of him the closes she is with, following Bridgette.
Parker's skills also include music, which he learned at a young age. Since they couldn't find anyone to do the background score, Parker stepped up the game to volunteer for both jobs and nailed it to his supremacy. Nonetheless, his ambition is to master the art of cinematography. Until they find an individual music composer, he would hold the torch in both departments.
Meeting Parker and being able to work with him is a choice that Ivy could never regret. She smiled at his comment to join for another sip.
"I can finally find a girlfriend now," David lastly sang to others laughing, and it enraged him because of their teasing.
David is an unusual discovery for the rest three. Ivy met Parker first, and they both joined hands, meeting Bethany a few years later. However, David got added to this team only a year ago.
David's role is the writer of the team, and his approach when it comes to words is remarkable and distinct. Aged 43 and still single to himself, David quit his longtime day job to follow his passion. He discovered his love to write at an early age, but a field of work that lacks consistency feared him. Along with his family's worrisome comments on pursuing his passion ended up convincing David to drop his dream. Nevertheless, living his life without a desire made him dull. He kept going till he crashed himself with depression and sadness. No longer could he stay happy, thus driving him to quit his work and follow his long lost purpose.
David started by writing short scripts for contests. Within a year, he met Parker on a project for a television pilot season where his story won the competition, and Parker assisted with the cameraman to direct the first episode. However, as the newbie and jobless man in his forties, David got ripped off for his story when the production company took the rights by settling with a shoddy cheque. Parker saw the unfair deal and invited David to join his team with Ivy and Bethany, interesting him with their goals.
Thus, the four met to form their dream team.
**
Ivy and Parker, having experienced enough of the film industry, started making short films while collectively working on individual projects side by side to earn money for their living. Instead of residing alone in this hard-times, they looked for an apartment together and shared rent from the earnings they made.
Looking at each other now to find themselves earning a bit of recognition for their film, and feeling blessed to have all those tough times paid lastly, everyone had nothing but a proud smile for themselves.
David's stomach made a loud growl, and everyone laughed.
"Let's eat lunch first!" Parker announced to bring out the takeout bags.
"So, what are we doing?" Ivy asks without a clue while digging into her chow mein.
Bethany glanced at Parker and David haughtily to announce their plan of getting drunk and binge-watching movies for the rest of the day, eventually hoping to crash altogether on the couch.
They anticipated for Ivy to jump out in joy, knowing that she enjoys watching good movies, but Parker found Ivy's face turn to an endless maze. He wondered why, but he still heard her dubiously agree to their program.
Finishing their lunch paired with smooth champagne, the gang dived straight to watching films- a basket full of exotic choices: both old favorites and new likely ones.
As time passes by enjoying films and discussing their favorite scenes, one of them displayed tautness. 
Ivy's often departure to the bathroom appeared weird when she got caught red-hand by Bethany, who left her seat to grab more beers. Bethany asked Ivy of what happened in the movie. However, seeing Ivy struggle to answer, Parker stepped in to fill Bethany with the details.
Soon, Parker's eyes kept catching Ivy display restlessness with her presence. She appears not to be sick but reluctant as time passed. And her frequent visits to the bathroom spurred his suspicions. Other than him, none others doubted her strangeness since they matched her need to go with the number of beers she consumed.
When you got to go, you got to go! - They believed in the saying.
The next time when Ivy left her place, Parker noticed and sparring a few seconds, he went to follow her as well.
"I hope you two aren't making out!" Bethany exclaimed when she saw Parker leave his seat. Meanwhile, David couldn't care less of what went around him as his eyes fixated on the screen, and he enjoyed an old classic movie.

IMPORTANT NOTE: You are about to read an LGBT Novel. It is a beautiful love story of two women. 
Lillian Grey and Giselle.
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"Here's my message for you in case if you even care about, don't ever show yourself in front of me, ever again. 
Why?
Because I can't stop myself from loving you if I ever see you again. What you gave me is irreplaceable, I still have it in my heart. It didn't let me live my life in peace."
***
Lillian Grey and Giselle are two souls bonded by love yet, pulled apart by the external entities.
The two women meet years later, the subtle fire still tingling inside, allows them to reconcile but, the question to be asked is:
Will they accept it or not?
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Author's Note:
Greetings to all, welcome to the world of 'Get Back to You.'
Thank you for choosing my novel to read. 
A little bit about myself before I take you on this journey:
I'm a 25-year-old female who believes in her fiction world.
There are two things I love the most in this world:
Music and Stories.
Both are my best buddies, and without them, I won't be able to define myself.
So, I request you to listen to the stories I create and have fun reading them. 
Once again, thank you very much for choosing this novel. I hope you have a great time reading it. 
Lots of Love and Gratitudes.

'Get Back to You' is my first child. She came out of nowhere but made a strong impression on my life.
I have had story plots of various genres, but this one became the starting point for me.
'Get Back to You' is my First Novel as a writer. 
I strive to give you good content through my writing, and so, I will avoid mistakes at all costs. If, and only if you were to find any blunders, feel free to give me your views. 
Tell me your opinions and thoughts. Share your favorite moments through comments after reading each chapter.
Support me by voting, liking, and adding my novel to your library.
What else?
Just have fun reading the story. 
Why?
Because I want you to, that's why I created them in the first place.
My stories are not my fantasies but, something that I want people to listen, read, and feel. 
If I can move your emotions through my stories, then that's a victory to me. 'Get Back to You' is a project of mine where I want people to think 'Love is Love.'
I will work hard to achieve it.

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So, stay awesome and rock it.

Yes. I've been verbally abusing my future boss. I know, I know, it's not a good look on me, but he brings out my inner asshole. And because I have the shittiest luck on the planet, I run chest-first into the current topic of conversation as I exit the stairwell.
"We were so close," I murmur under my breath as I scoot back as far as I can without knocking Krysten on her ass.
"Hey Knox," she chirps with an apologetic grin. I want to kick her in the kneecap.
"Hey there. Taking the stairs for some extra steps?" He's addressing me, but I look pointedly out the window, avoiding his gaze.
"Yeah, for some insane reason, Jason insisted we hoof it down eight floors," Krys says with a wry smile.
"What can I say? I'm fully dedicated to my health." I elbow Krys in the side and tip my head towards the exit. "Come on, you're the one who wants to get there before the line gets too long."
I head for the exit as Krys stammers a hasty goodbye to Knox and trots to catch up with me.
"Jeez, rude much?"
"I'm not wasting a single second of my lunch hour with that prick." I take pity on her tiny legs and slow down. When she catches up, she grabs my elbow.
"Look, there's a level of professionalism you're going to have to maintain with him, Jason."
My first instinct is to argue, but I stop when I see the worried look in her eyes. "Don't worry, I'm not going to get myself fired."
"I just don't get why you hate him so much."
I sigh and shrug my shoulders, not willing to comment further. Because there may be a few details I've failed to mention.
 
Knox
Jason has good reason to hate me. I was the first guy he slept with in college, and I helped him face the fact that his experimental phase wasn't exactly a phase. We were gay, and we were in love. We dated for two years in college, but I broke up with him the day I graduated. In a text. And not just any text-a group text.
Now, put down your pitchforks. The breakup part's complicated, but the group text thing was a total mistake. My phone pulled up the wrong thread, and I was already upset and nervous, so…yeah. Thirty-seven members of the Chicago Creative Artists' League received a baffling message saying "I love you, but I have to go to Houston. im so sorry. I hope one day youll understand."
I'm not proud of the message (or the punctuation), but I wasn't exactly in a great frame of mind. My father died the week before, and my mom and little sisters were barely hanging on. Staying in Chicago wasn't an option. And I couldn't ask Jason to follow me. Or wait for me. So I chickened out, sent the text, and ran away to the Houston.
He responded to my text (as did several concerned members of the CCAL), but I didn't read it. Nor did I listen to his voicemails. I couldn't. I'm a weak man when it comes to Jason, and I knew I'd cave at the sound of his voice. He was 20 years old, and he was fucking talented, and he deserved better than an unemployed graduate stuck in the Texas suburbs, trying to blend a clinically depressed mother and two pre-teen girls into some semblance of the family we'd been before the accident.
It took three years before we emerged from the shadow of my father's death. I stalked Jason on social media, and noted with pride that he'd landed a job at Halsey Media, a mid-size firm in the Chicago area with an impeccable reputation. I was just finishing my second year at Bremer and McKesson as an art director, and felt lucky to have found a firm that allowed me time off to attend marching band contests and drill team tryouts. My mother was surviving, but I wasn't comfortable leaving her alone with the girls until she was on more stable footing.
I made a life for myself in Houston, but Jason was always in the recesses of my memory, an itch I couldn't quite scratch. Was it guilt over our craptastic breakup? A longing for my life BDD (before Dad's death)? Whatever the reason, his face popped up in my consciousness more often than it should, considering we'd been apart for almost eight years.
Which is how, for better or worse, I now find myself in Chicago, as a newly-minted creative director and Jason Reynold's boss.  

Rambling of a starting author - 
Hi, I'm Kiboli and this is a novel I wrote a year ago but haven't updated so far because I got stuck with studies. I'm writing this for sake of writing and not for contests or other ideas in mind because I know my level so if there any mistakes do forgive me. I'm not a native English speaker so a friend I met online helped to edit this so I'll be thanking him here and I'll try to get better in future chapters.my schedule will be a at least a chapter a week but there will be extras. thanks for hearing my rambling and please enjoy the story next...

Once a carefree NEET, Then a Peerless cultivation expert, Ye Chen now arrives at the Continent Of Zyndaria, Another cultivation world but this time in a body of a mediocre youth. With a heartbreaking past, Will he able to achieve his goals and stand on the summit ? 
Together with an indomitable will another Story BEGINS..........

The performance and even meeting Selena afterwards, were all great. Everyone enjoyed themselves, especially grandpa and Leran. It seemed like grandpa became one of her biggest admirers, but I wasn't sure if Leran could be toppled from the number one spot. He was crazy for Selena, unlike anyone I ever saw. The performance was over, we retired to our rooms to get some sleep.

Although the performance we came for ended, that wasn't the end of our little trip. We had the contests to attend. Moreover, I was signed up to one of them. To my surprise, uncle and aunt signed Leran up for the singing contest. Leran was still a kid, at least six years younger than me. He could speak, but I wasn't so sure about singing. 'I guess having fun is the most important part', I thought. We promised aunt and uncle we would attend the contest, which was supposed to take place shortly after noon.

Aunt Alicia also finished with my backpack, and gave it back to me the previous night. She said the Special Formation wasn't bad, and reduced the weight by about forty percent. She could place a better Formation, but the material wasn't the best and therefore it could break apart. The stronger a Formation was, the greater and more durable the material had to be in order to hold said Formation. Any Formation created by aunt would be great. Grandpa could probably do it as well, but since aunt already did it, there was no need to bother him.

After breakfast, we headed straight to the private room to watch the singing competition. Grandpa decided to pass on that, but he would be there for the endurance contest. "There are always three major contests each year. Although singing is really popular thanks to Selena", Suly said. I learned that there were no age restrictions for the singing contest, but the older kids didn't usually take part. That was due to the endurance contest. The endurance contest was really popular, and a lot of youngsters went for it. There was also a third contest, but its popularity was rather small compared to others. From what Suly said, kids had to display their abilities to the audience, and judges would choose the best out of the lot. "What do you mean by abilities?", I asked. "In simple terms, something a person was born with. It's not restricted to gifts at birth though. People can learn or acquire all sorts of things, and as long as it's unique, it can be entered into the contest", Suly replied.

"Does that mean Formations can be considered an ability?", I asked. Suly thought about it for a while, "That depends on how unique they are. If people haven't seen those Formations, then yes, I'd say you could enter. Let me give you an example, as you will no doubt spot that during the contest. Voltars can command electric energy, that is the ability they are born with. That is exactly what abilities mean. If you for example commanded electric energy, that would be your ability, right?". I nodded, and looked forward to the ability contest. Before that took place, the announcer stepped onto the stage and said, "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first annual contest, where young children can show off their talents and shine on a large stage! There are prizes to be won, and fame to be gained! Let's get it started!".

Kids of all races made their way towards the stage, and lined up before the announcer. "The first contest of the day is a singing contest! These youngsters have come forth to present their voices to this large audience. Please give them a warm welcome!", the announcer added. The crowd cheered, but it wasn't as loud as Selena's performance night. I guessed that many people came especially for her, and didn't stay to see the contests. From the looks of it, there were thirty kids standing on the stage. One of them was Leran, dressed in formal attire and looking all nervous. "Little Leran looks so great!", uncle exclaimed. Aunt slapped his head and said, "Be quiet will you? I want to hear everything". Aunt and uncle were really excited, I could tell. Their son was about to sing in front of a huge audience, of course they wanted Leran to look great. "Mom, did you make clothes for Leran?", I asked quietly. She smiled, "Is it that obvious? Leran looks cute, doesn't he? He is a bit shy though". I nodded and focused on the stage.

"The rules are very simple. Each contestant has up to five minutes to demonstrate their voice. We welcome additional acts such as dancing, but singing should be the main focus. There are four judges, who will rate the performance. The contestant with the highest score wins the main prize! In case we have a draw, the contestants will be asked to perform once more, but a different song. This will continue until we have a clear winner. Let the contest begin!", the announcer said and everyone left the stage as the crowd cheered.

A short while later, the first contestant was called onto the stage. Her name was Alin and she was a young Atol. The judges asked her to begin when she was ready, and silence filled the air. Alin sang with no music, and I could hear her voice clearly. It was very rough, loud and thick. 'She's not that great to be honest', I thought. A few minutes later, her performance ended, and the judges scored her. She didn't get good scores, but she didn't seem to mind at all.

One contestant after the other entered the stage, then sang something for the audience and the judges. Some were bad, and got laughed at by the audience. Some were quite good, and received really good scores from the judges. The fourteenth contestant was Leran. He slowly made his way towards the middle of the stage, but nervousness was clearly visible on his face. The judges asked Leran to perform whenever he was ready, and silence filled the Arena. Leran took a deep breath and started, "I feel.. like dancing tonight!  ♪I wanna dance, dance, dance, dance into the night♪ I wanna move, move, move, move to the music all night♪ Don't wanna stop, stop, stop, stop till the sunrise♪ We gonna dance, dance, dance, dance till we fall!♪...". Leran's performance was something else. His voice was not bad, but the song and the way he danced around made me laugh. Not only me, others in the crowd laughed as well.

I wasn't laughing because Leran was bad, but because his performance was different and funny. I wasn't sure whether Leran was going for such a reaction or not. Uncle and aunt seemed happy about it though, they had smiles on their faces and watched with great attention. The funniest moment was when Leran used his tail to spring around the stage. Although he tripped a few times, I enjoyed it and thought it was a great performance.

At the end, the judges delivered their verdict. They said the performance was quite unique, and hence scored better due to that. But, Leran had a long way to go. His voice was still immature and he made a few mistakes. Although he scored well above average, he wouldn't win the contest. Still, I thought Leran was the best from what I saw. Perhaps others could perform better and had beautiful voices, but at least Leran tried to be unique and that was great. Leran seemed a bit disappointed he wouldn't win, but he left the stage with a smile.

"Which one of you came up with such a performance?", mom asked. Uncle replied proudly, "Of course it was me! I think it was great and unique. It's a shame Leran can't win, but he got great scores for his first try. He will try harder next time, I'm sure". "Did you see how great and happy he looked? That's my son over there", aunt Alicia added. Uncle and aunt hugged each other, and continued praising Leran. "Ahem", Suly interrupted them. "Yes, Suly is great too", uncle said. Suly just shook her head, and turned towards me. "I envy you so much. You don't have any siblings, so your mom focuses on you only", she said. I laughed drily but didn't reply.

The rest of the contest passed smoothly. There was one Slether that took part, and she was the winner ultimately. They had really great voices, and the judges as well as the audience were really impressed. Leran took the eighth place, which was great considering there were thirty contestants. Only the top three got a prize. The prize for second and third place was some lessons in singing, and a small monetary reward. The prize for the first place was a bit different. Besides the monetary prize, the winner got to meet and work with well known performers. This would further help that person develop their talents. Uncle Lazar left to get Leran, while we had our dinner. "The next contest is an ability contest. It will start in a while, so we have some time", Suly said. When Leran and uncle came back, we all congratulated him on his performance and expressed admiration. Leran was only a few years old, taking part and placing so high was a great success. Although he didn't win, he was a winner in our eyes.

The story about Anna, who grew up unaware of her legacy, of who she really was. Follow her story as she deals with her every day life. You will find out what she experienced after the period of war, she wasn't even aware of. Witness how the world changed around her, and how she slowly learned the truth. Many adventures await her, but also many difficulties to overcome. The new generation has arrived, but in which direction will it head? That is something you just have to find out. 
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It's not required to read my previous book Limits, to understand this book and follow the plot. But it is highly recommanded. That way you can understand all the people and references, as this is a sequel to Limits. My other novel, Limits: https://www.webnovel.com/book/11309185305333005/Limits

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


ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
RuneMcGrey
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.

As they recounted their story they began wailing even more violently.


Nick sighed, he could see how much they suffered, even a grownup would have broken from all the stress and violent beatings, but these kids somehow managed to retain the love they carried for each other.


Seeing the two kids crying nonstop Nick could only console them, "Hey it's alright now, Big bro Nick is here!! Look at me, look at my muscles, look at my handsome face, nobody will bother you anymore, okay?"


Nick, did different kinds of poses bringing a smile to the kids' faces, "So does this mean big bro won't leave us?"


Nick frowned hearing their request, it would be troublesome to carry around two kids wherever he went, especially considering how he was now a cultivator who could get into a fight at any moment.


But then he looked at the kids' faces and all he could see was the dire hope that they could finally have someone to rely on, someone to shield them from the pains of this world like their father once did.


Sighing heavily and taking a deep breath Nick became resolute, "Big bro will never leave you alright, so you don't have to worry, but you have to listen to me no matter what I say because this world is extremely dangerous but I don't need to tell you that, so when I tell you to do something you do it without question understand?"


"Yes we understan.....waaaaaa" The little sibling could barely finish their sentence as they ran to hug Nick and started bawling violently, but these weren't tears of sadness like they were before, no, these were tears of joy.


It took them nearly half an hour to stop crying and by the end, both their eyes were violent red, but even then they didn't let go of Nick as if afraid that he would go back on his word and run away.


Nick could only accept that he would have to get used to being hugged by two kids while walking around, whatever it can be considered be weight training anyway.


As they walked out of the alley Nick asked them their names.


"I am Maggy and this is my little brother Dean."


"We're twins how can you be older!!"


"I am definitely older, I remember as soon as I was born I was thinking, 'I wish I had a little brother' then pop you came."


"You are utterly shameless! How can someone remember what happened as soon as they were born?"

"That's because girls have a better memory than boys!"


"No, they don't!"

"Yes, they do! If you don't believe me we can ask big brother! Aren't I right big brother?"

Nick was stumped, did she really expect him to support her claim that his memory was inferior to a girl's...

After they finished arguing they both looked up to him waiting for an answer.

"Well well well, if it isn't the thieving siblings, have you got our weekly payment ready?" A sudden voice sounded out behind Nick and the kids. But seeing the horror in the sibling's eyes when they heard that voice he could easily tell it must be the gangsters that forced the kids into child labor.

Nick slowly turned his head and found a group of people ten to twenty, glaring fiercely at the kids, but he was expressionless, he wasn't angry, scared, or disappointed, there was just a terrifying calm. 

He wouldn't be a hypocrite and pretend he stood for the weak, he was the type of person that did things on a whim, he would help those he wanted and found enjoyable, and ignore those that he didn't.

Since he had promised to take care of the kids he will now take them from this place regardless of who tried to stop him.

"I believe your grudge was with their father, and as far as I know, you have already taken his life which means these kids owe you nothing, I have now adopted these two, so back of and go back to wherever you came from!"

Nick didn't take this gang seriously, so what if they had more people only he knew how terrifying the amount of power coursing through his body was.

"What did you say boy?!!!" the voice seemed to be coming from behind the gang as they parted to reveal the speaker.

As soon as the person showed himself Nick immediately lost his cool, he started coughing violently and looked to be desperately trying to get some words out of his mouth.

"....you...cough...look like..cough..cough a blobfish...cough cough"

Every person on the street grew quiet and looked terrified, they had gotten used to this gang beating up people in broad daylight so they weren't really surprised about the confrontation, but no one had dared to insult the gang leader before.

Who couldn't see the resemblance, the nose whose tip touched his lips, the eyes that didn't have eyebrows, and lastly the wrinkly fatty skin hanging on every side as if to protect the owner shy neck, but no one has ever dared to say it before.

+2 domineering points
+2 domineering points
+2 domineering points
+2 domineering points

Nick stood there surprised, if insulting a gang leader could get him ten domineering points, what would threatening one get him?

"Boy, do you want to die?!!!! What part of me looks like a blobfish, you're the blobfish, your entire family is a blobfish!! I was tormented by my good looks ever since I was a child, my mother always said I was a work of art!!!"

"Yeah, maybe abstract art...fuck, was your mother blind or a professional liar and you dare to curse back at me, lets just insult each other then!!"

Nick was never afraid of anyone if it was a verbal battle, after all, he was surrounded with thugs growing up, back then, fuck you was a good morning, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!

"You started it!!!" the Blobfish said.


"Shut up....I...I...Slept with your mother!!"The blobfish said, but then he regretted it, what if he crossed the line and the boy killed himself in depression...how would he torture him then?

"Wow, that must have exhausted your entire vocabulary! Who knew you were ugly and Stupid?!!"

"Didn't you hear me...I slept with your mother!!" The blobfish was furious, why didn't he know other insults, as a reputable gang leader he must definitely expand his arsenal of vocabularies when he gets back.

"No way my mom would never sleep with a fish. But my dad...?"

Nick was having so much fun throwing insults around and if anyone asked him one of his favorite pass times in his last life it was defiantly googling creative insults and comebacks.

Feeling pleased with himself he looked back to check on the kids when he saw Maggy seriously writing his words down in rapt attention while Dean was just standing there in awe. Sigh is this what it means to give to the next generation? 

"Ahh, I will fight you to death!!! Chaaaarge!!!" The Blobfish was enraged, when had he been insulted this way. 


Nick didn't even look at the Blobfish as he was too busy watching his newly acquired 20 domineering points being taken to repay his debt. 

Dejected, he looked up and realized that the Blobgang were running over, he became even more depressed upon finding out the insult contest was over, but he still decided to get one last insult in before they fought.

"Sigh I would love to keep insulting you but I'm afraid I won't do as good a job as nature did, lets fight then!"

As soon as Nick finished his words his pupil tuned golden and released the dragon eyes suppressive effect.

The Blob gang just felt like an imaginary dragon was pressing them into submission.

+5 domineering points
+5 domineering points
+5 domineering points
+5 domineering points

Nick was surprised to find that his technique was made to act domineeringly, with his golden eyes he had made every Blob gang member kneel.

And in just a few seconds he had earned fifty domineering points. Now all he needed to do was keep it up.

"From now on your gang will be no more!!!"

+5 domineering points
+5 domineering points

"I will end your gang!!"

+5 domineering points
+5 domineering points

"I will end your gang if it is the last thing I do!!"

+2 domineering points
+2 domineering points

Huh? It seemed it wasn't domineering when he just kept talking, immediately he took out a low-level spirit sword from his duffle bag and killed a person.

"Your all next!!!"

+7 domineering points
+7 domineering points
+7 domineering points

And he kept killing and yelling until he couldn't get any more points, after that he outright killed the others.

He wasn't even the least bit conscious when he killed them, cause they weren't good people and neither was he.

"Wow, did you see that, he must be an immortal, to protect two kids he slaughtered an entire gang!!"

'Yeah, so cool, so overbearing so...so domineering!!!"

Hearing their praise Nick waved his hands humbly as he crouched down and started collecting the spoils of his kill driving the whole crowd speechless, brother are you an immortal or a robber? 

After Nick finished he walked away in a suave manner, but it really was uncomfortable to walk while being hugged on both sides by the clingy siblings.

Nick's first life as a country renowned lawyer is ended by a group of thugs.

Waking up, he finds out that he was given a second chance in life.

With an overbearing system that exists to make him The Emperor.

"Hey system can you please be a little less domineering?"

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