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

"Hmm.. let's just ignore all the people then. " 

They sat there talking and teasing each other for some more time before heading to their respective homes. 


ONE YEAR LATER

Shradha walked into  Computer Science department. She had to meet the dean of the department regarding her project. After discussing for 45 minutes about the project, the dean wanted to speak to her regarding future plans and higher studies. He gave examples of a few seniors who were currently pursuing masters abroad and urged Shradha to think about masters. He seemed to think that with her grades, projects and coding experience all the good universities were within reach. He had said it would increase her value in the job market. Shradha had promised to research further about scholarships and other things for his sake. 

"At home, dad wants to increase my value in the wedding market; here the dean wants to increase my value in the job market. Why are people behind increasing my value !?" Shradha murmured jokingly. She walked to her scooty thinking Nishant would have enjoyed that dialogue. 

Within one year, a lot of things had changed, not just for Shradha and Nishant, but for others as well.  Prithvi and Rohan were integral part of their life and 4 of them hung out a lot at Rohan's apartment. Technically it was a shared place between  Prithvi and Rohan but  Prithvi paid only a small part of the rent while all other expenses were taken care by Rohan. They knew very well how to balance each others family and financial situation. Rohan was from a wealthy family in Delhi while  Prithvi was from a lower middle class family in Bengaluru.  Prithvi stayed in hostel as his home was far from college and daily commute was tiresome, but he visited home regularly. Rohan accompanied him most of time as  Prithvi's parents knew that he was homesick. So they showered Rohan with love and care. Rohan's family was grateful to know that someone was taking care of their precious son well. So they had never objected Rohan even when he spent a lot of money for  Prithvi. Both families were happy about their friendship.

Nishant had been spending a major part of his day in their apartment. He thought that their apartment was the perfect place for him to work on his writing. He would go back home mostly for eating and speaking in the night. Sheela had been really unhappy about this development, but there was nothing she could do. Her son did not respond to her emotional blackmails like earlier. In a way he had grown immune to her words. He would just smile and get on with his work. Nishant always tried his best not to be rude to Sheela or fight with her. He would just listen to her without actually listening to her and never argued back. This was the tactic his father had taught him secretly and this trick saved Nishant from stress. Then again, he hardly spent time at home. Writing had become one of the important part of Nishant and somehow Rohan's bachelor pad was the perfect place for him to be creative and write. Nishant had also been taking more responsibilities at lit club and he had been the chief editor of the college magazine for the last few months. 

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****Ongoing re-write****


‘Agar Tum Saath Ho’ means ‘If you are with me’ in Hindi. These simple words could explain how shradha felt about Nishant. He was her sole source of energy; He was the only person who could sense her emotional distress and calm her down easily. He was her best friend, her guide, and also whoever she wanted him to be. To Nishant, Shradha was like a breath of fresh air. She always pushed him beyond his comfort level and helped him rediscover himself. She was his strength and also his weakness. 

Shradha was the girl who was considered as ‘bad influence’, while Nishant was the ‘good guy’, who was role model to many students and even parents. They had nothing in common except for the fact that both of them were lonely and maybe a little broken. 

Nishant and Shradha came together by coincidence. Their relationship started with simple friendship, which slowly grew into strong bond. He could show his silliness only in front of her while she could afford to show her real self only to him. Despite constant opposition from their family, Shradha and Nishant had continued to be ‘best friends’ and nothing else. 
They were each others ‘first’ in many things and even when the whole world could see how they were already in relationship, Nishant and Shradha could not see the obvious.
When they finally realized they have been in love the whole time, all it took was changing the status on social media.

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Xue Jing only wanted to sell to someone that gave him good vibes. Good vibes were hard to define, but somehow, he felt that he wouldn't be upset if he sold his flat to Fang Zhao and the apartment was completely renovated.
Just as Fang Zhao put it, different arrangers would handle the same song differently. Different styles would come out. Everyone was equally entitled to leave their mark. Any buyer was simply a temporary custodian of the property.
Property prices in Qi'an were quite high, especially in this neighborhood. Flats that were located on the 100th floor or higher usually cost at least 10,000 dollars per square meter. There was only one penthouse apartment in the building. The entire property took up some 200 square meters, but the flat only accounted for half of it. A garden and a parking space took up the other half.
The price tag was 10 million, which was cheap compared to similar properties in the area. The market value was no less than 20 million.
One of the reasons why real estate in that neighborhood was expensive was the presence of security guards and regular patrols. Quite a few Yanzhou celebrities bought homes in the area to avoid media attention. Xue Jing had bought this place back then because he'd wanted the peace and quiet. He was no celebrity, but he was quite influential in the music industry. Many people sought him out for favors, hoping a word from Xue Jing would translate into shortcuts. Xue Jing got so fed up he moved here. "There's another reason I invited you here, besides selling you my apartment. It's entirely up to you. No pressure," Xue Jing said.
Fang Zhao had thought a favor might be attached when Xue Jing had announced his asking price. Given Xue Jing was so generous with his pricing, Fang Zhao would comply as long as it wasn't too big of a favor.
"Please continue," Fang Zhao said.
"As you know, I'm not teaching these days, focusing instead on editing and writing textbooks." Xue Jing looked at Fang Zhao. "I'm working on a book about symphonic works. I'd like to use your songs as an example."
Xue Jing was writing a textbook that analyzed symphonies and served as a how-to primer. Symphonies were an offbeat genre. Music students tended to avoid the specialty. Even though symphonies enjoyed greater prestige within the industry, they weren't too popular.
Xue Jing wasn't only concerned with turning a profit. The elders in the industry didn't bother with symphonies, but the genre had to be preserved. Xue Jing didn't want to cut and paste like previous authors. He wanted to present contemporary examples. This would require Fang Zhao to discuss his creative vision, his sources of inspiration, and some memorable moments from the creative process. In short, Xue Jing wanted Fang Zhao to pass on his knowledge and expose more students to the genre of symphonies. It would be the equivalent of a master class in written form. Of course, it was up to Fang Zhao to decide how much to reveal.
"As you know, this isn't a hit single. There won't be much money in it." Xue Jing was frank.
Fang Zhao's emergence gave Xue Jing hope. The "100-Year Period of Destruction" series probably made for the most memorable symphonic pop songs in the past century. More importantly, the series was not condescending. It took the accessible form of pop music and reached a broad audience.
Many young composers were reluctant to share their creative insight, so Xue Jing thought Fang Zhao would take his time to consider the request. Little did he expect Fang Zhao to agree immediately.
"No problem."
But Fang Zhao wasn't actually that young. He was happy to share his knowledge and pass on the lessons he'd learned from the end of days. Human life was finite, but there were no bounds to shared experience and knowledge.
Xue Jing was delighted. "Terrific. Terrific. I'll add your name to the list of consulting editors."
Textbooks in the New Era—whether in print or electronic form—identified their authors clearly. University regulations also required them to identify their editors and consulting editors.
Normally, protocol dictated that if the length of your contribution was brief and the content wasn't essential to the book, you weren't listed as a contributing editor. Xue Jing was thinking Fang Zhao probably wouldn't share at length, but the fact that he was willing to open up and share was worth applauding. Xue Jing was glad to give him credit.
"My assistant will brief you on the mechanics of contributing to the book. You could also organize your thoughts ahead of time. As for the apartment, I'll send for packers right away. I'll have all the paperwork completed and the flat vacated in three days. There's no rush in paying me. If you can't pay the full amount in one go, you can pay in installments over a few years. No hurry."
"It's OK. I can pay in full now," Fang Zhao said.
Fang Zhao left the apartment after the conversation ended. Xue Jing had him chauffeured back to Silver Wing. Fang Zhao got a call from Zhu Zhen, Duan Qianji's assistant, while en route.
"Fang Zhao, someone from Leizhou wants to use the third movement in a movie soundtrack. They don't want to buy the song outright—just license it for 30 days." In other words, there would be a moratorium on the song's release in other formats for 30 days after the film began screening in theaters.
Orders like this from another continent were rare and often translated into new opportunities.
"We haven't discussed the price yet. Chairman Duan wants to get your OK first," Zhu Zhen said.
"To use on a soundtrack? It's a production company from Leizhou?"
"Yes. The deal will help promote the song, but the production company doesn't have a great reputation."
Every continent had protectionist measures in place to shore up their own music and film industries. "Cocoon Breach" was a good example that illustrated this trend. After the song was proven to have an impact on Hull virus patients, the publicity on other continents glossed over the title of the song or made brief mention of it. The focus was on its effect on Hull virus carriers and related topics. The medical discussion took precedence, obscuring any talk of Polar Light or details about the first and second movements.
It was one thing if the two songs were merely released as songs. But the two movements were inextricably linked to a virtual idol, so they were heavily censored in Leizhou.
Media coverage of the songs in Leizhou not only buried the title of the songs and the names of the composer and production company—Polar Light wasn't mentioned at all. Few people who read the news reports searched for the songs. The first two movements also weren't available for download outside of Yanzhou.
So what Duan Qianji had in mind was using the Leizhou film as an alternative platform, even though it might be a crappy production. Given the fact that the two songs were not available for download outside of Yanzhou, they could license them for placement in films. This didn't affect their marketing plan in Yanzhou.
But Duan Qianji was worried that Fang Zhao would find the placement degrading if the film was a mediocre production just judging from appearances. He might be turned off. That was why she had asked Zhu Zhen to run the plan by Fang Zhao first before entering into negotiations.
After being briefed by Zhu Zhen, Fang Zhao thought for about two seconds. "I'd like to get a sense of the plot of the film and where exactly the song will be placed."
"I'm not entirely clear on either. Let me get back to you."
Half an hour later, Zhu Zhen sent Fang Zhao an encrypted file that outlined the plot and where the third movement would be placed.
The document also listed the names of the production company and key investors as well as the main actors.
The credits would have meant nothing to someone outside the entertainment industry in Yanzhou. But anyone from Leizhou could tell from the names of the production company and investors that the film was a shameless ploy to promote a certain star. What wass funny was that, despite their corny story lines and shitty acting, films like this did OK at the box office. People usually bitched as they watched these movies online. They knew they were crap but they couldn't resist watching. Maybe it was a form of venting.
Fang Zhao spent an afternoon watching previous releases backed by the same production company and investors. He had his answer by sundown.
"I'll sign off on this. My only request is that the third movement only be used for the scene specified. There is no leeway on this. It can only be played then."


"Every time background music plays in my head, I feel like there is nothing to be afraid of." —Fang Zhao
Toward the end of the apocalyptic period, Fang Zhao lost his life. However, instead of dying, he found himself 500 years later in the body of a young and aspiring composer who shared the same name. Having received a second chance at life, Fang Zhao sets out to achieve the previous owner's dreams.
Armed with the experience of living through an apocalyptic age and his profession as a composer before that period, Fang Zhao uses his talent, wits, and knowledge to make his mark in the entertainment industry of the future.

"Momo... hurry up!!.... we're going to be late!!" Yelled Linda, as she rushed towards the newly constructed building within the school premises.
Little Momo and her, were on their way towards the chemistry laboratory.
Today, they were taking Chemistry 3.
Ever since the beginning of April, they had been taking 6 main courses:
•Biology 1 (Classes of living organisms)
•Math 4 (simple variable math, like find X)
•Chemistry 2
•Chemistry 3 (introduction to lab science)
•Physics 1
•Phyno 4
Apart from these ones, they also had other fun and creative courses that occurred once a week... like:
•Arts & Craft 1
•Ethics & Morality 1 
•Health & Hygiene 1
•Literature 1
•Music 1
• And Physical Education 
Another surprising thing for the students was that this year, the school had created a Student Council body based on the votes from the students.
Also, each class had a class monitor and deputy class monitor that's entrusted in assisting the teachers in class, aiding the weak students, roll call... and so on.
No matter what amongst the 2 leaders, one had to be female and the other male.
Generally, once the winners for both the Male Group and female group emerged.... the students would then vote between the 2, and choose who should be the class monitor or deputy class monitor.
For the biology class, the students were taught the basics like: cells, microbes, plant systems, animal systems, invertebrates and vertebrates.
In short, they were taught about all the classes of living organisms.
Of course for Math 4, they focused on simple variable math... like 5x=10, find X.
In that class, they focused on understanding one to two variable equations..... which were usually linear equations.
For chemistry 2, the students would still focused on reactions, atoms and so on.... but now with the use of calculators, they had begun learning about calculating molecular weight and so on.
Of course just so that the students could breathe a little, music, literature, physical education and arts & craft were essentially a must.
In short, this semester was a busy one.
Today, Linda and little Momo were heading towards the Chemistry Lab in the new school building.
Once they got in, they immediately climbed the stairs until they arrived at the 3rd floor... where they were greeted with a large group of students outside the lab.
The area was bustling with busy students.
Friends greeted each other with hugs or playful punches, while others had their eyes glued on their books as they continued doing assignments that were due in the next class.
Some already had their lab coats and safety wears on, while others were busy wearing theirs on now.
In fact, everyone was doing their own thing as they waited for the class to begin.
Instantly, the duo opened their bags and quickly pulled out their neatly folded lab coats and safety items.
For this class, everyone was required to wear their lab coats, gloves, rubber boots, and goggles.
Linda looked at her watch and knew that it would soon be time for them to go in.
And right on queue, Mother Kim and teacher Gophen opened the lab doors from instead and ushered the students in.
"Morning Teacher Kim!"
"Morning teacher Gophen!"
"Morning teacher...."
"__"
Everyone greeted their teachers, as they walked in and immediately found their usual spot.
The Laboratory was massive, with several working slabs, cupboards with equipments stored in them, and a small storage room at its front.
Linda and Momo immediately spotted their other group members, and rushed over to join them.
Ever since the beginning of the semester, they had been put in groups of 5.
Apparently, these people would be their lab partners throughout the entire semester.
"Alright.... before we begin, you all know the drill.
In front of each group, are 5 question sheets.
You all have 7 minutes to answer them.
Remember, no cheating and no copying.... these small tests make up 20% of your final grade.
Now.... Begin!!"
Linda immediately flipped her question sheet and got to work.
For this Chemistry 3 course, they had 1 theory class on Tuesdays, and 1 lab session on Thursdays.
And at the beginning of each lab session, they would have mini quizzes that would test them on what they had learnt in their Tuesday classes.
Chemistry 3 was a course based on Laboratory work, so they had to know about the equipments in front of them, safety lab hazards and so on.
In fact... Ever since the students knew that these questions were 20%, they had taken them seriously
Linda filled her name and school number on the question sheet, before proceeding to answer the questions.
The questions were straight to the point, and easy to answer if one was paying attention during lectures.
And just like that, time flew by quickly... 7 minutes later, the quizzes collected back by teacher Gophen.
And the papers were collected, Mother Kim began distributing the Lab manual sheets for today's experiment.
.
"Alright.... before we begin our Laboratory experiment, let's recap on what Teacher Winnie has been you all in Chemistry 2." Mother Kim said.
The students immediately took out their books and writing materials.... While others flipped the pages of their books to the last pen-filled page.
It was important for the students to know about what reactions they were going to perform today, hence it was good for them to recap on what they were previously taught.
"So as usual, let's look back on what you all have been learning so far.
I need a few examples of chemistry around us... anyone?" Mother Kim asked, as she waited for the students to raise their hands.
"Yes Filipa?" She said, while pointing at a little girl at the front of the room.
"Air is essentially chemistry, because it's constantly undergoing a chemical change.
For example, we breathe out carbon dioxide and take in oxygen... so air is always changing.
Also... air undergoes changes whenever smoke is released in to the atmosphere by burning, hence it's part of Chemistry."
"Correct!!.
Any other examples of Chemistry around us?" Kim asked.
"Our bodies."
"The ocean"
"When we make bread."
"__"


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

"Hey! So I figured since I have covered a decent number of type of shapeshifting for you to digest we could take a break from listing types for a chapter." 
"I decided now would be a good time to bring up the topic of Anti-Shapeshifting before jumping back into more types to overload your brain with." ;P
"First, a bit of information regarding things in general. In most stories, there is a means to cancel out, remove, overpower, etc specific types of spells in the worlds. One can use water magic to destroy an incoming fireball. Things naturally have means to override them. Keep in mind that if there is no way to counter something it becomes very overpowered. Though I guess most stories want a super overpowered MC so watch it if you care."
"Shapeshifting is no different. Lore for this, however is almost non-existent so I have created some lore based on observations and fragments of the lore that do exist. Please understand that you can find other ways to pull off anti-shapeshifting that I have not introduced. There must be ways to overcome things. Unless you are writing an 'I am always the best' or a horror... then you can be as hopeless, doom and gloom as you want." (Author rant)
"When dealing with Anti-shifting there are a few things to consider. There are examples below. Don't be surprised if the things shared did not cross your mind. You will have ideas that won't cross my mind either. To determine the effects of canceling out shapeshifting, you have to determine the way that particular shapeshifting works (Not to an extreme degree) and your intention behind your anti-shifting."
"The first method I will discuss for anti-shapeshift is to 'lock' the transformation. The more common method is revelation followed by lock. There are other methods as well and I may get to them. These types of things can be created in many ways. There isn't really much lore regarding this so be creative in your methodology."
"Locking transformations. While I said this is one thing, it is actually many. Locking transformations is creating a space or targeting a creature to prevent the mutation or shifting of the body. Results vary based on your shifter lore and the intention of the ability. One example of a question you may need to ask yourself:
1: Does your shapeshifting require energy to maintain the shape? Yes see 1.1 No see 1.2
1.1 Form lock will usually have one of two effects depending on the intent of the spell. Most often used: Form ejection- forcibly revert to the base form and prevent further transformation while active. Less often used: Form stabilization- While active the transformation no longer requires energy to maintain and transformations cannot be used while active. *We will talk about the second more later*
1.2 Form lock typically has 1 effect. Trap in current form. Cannot use shifting to other forms. I will share more about this at the same time as Form-stabilization."
"Form lock is not the most ideal way to handle a shapeshifter. However if shapeshifting has special conditional factors, form locking can become a shapeshifter's doom. The most common method of harm happens with time based or conditional transformations."
"1.1's issue. Many types of temporary shifting have a force end timer. By extending that timer you can cause one or many problems. The example I will give, even though there are more ways to do it, is a partial possession shapeshift. Most partial possession shapeshifts not only require your energy but also the other creature's energy to maintain. Once that is gone and stabilizes, Mutation occurs. The host's body starts 'normalizing' the transformation. Basically, it starts making the transformation a natural part of the host instead of a transformation. This can also lead to monsterfication. However I will talk about '-fications' in another chapter.
"1.2's issues part 1. If you captured a stereotypical moon cursed werewolf, they were transformed during the full moon and you form locked them. What happens after the moon sets? Well, because of the form lock they maintain their wolf shape. Now then after the magic ends, what happens? The reason I bring this up is because of something known as a shapeshifter's adaptive capability. The werewolf form has now experienced how to exist outside of the influence of the full moon. Due to the takeover nature of lycanthropy, would it really shift back to normal? If it did, does the extended time leave side effects? If it doesn't then is there a time it would? In some werewolf lore, form lock actually lead a lot of lycanthropes to turning 'feral' (if they weren't already wild enough)."
"1.2's issue part 2. I will use a stereotypical polymorph potion. The polymorph potion only stays within the body for a certain duration of time. After that it loses its effects. Now then, form lock and see what happens… The duration ends, the potion's effects naturally fade, however you are still the other person. Your body has become stable as the other person. Good luck…"
Enya's The humming played on repeat as Eranoth yawned as it was starting to get late again. "Most will avoid raw form lock because it can lead to the destruction of a story if done wrong. Which is why we will bring up the more productive version for most people."
"Form Revelation, reveals the true form of the shapeshifter. (Shocker you could have guessed that from the name.)  This is typically a method to forcibly force a creature into their 'true form' and then perform form lock. If a creature doesn't have a 'true' form the ability often will reveal that they are a shapeshifter and force them into a specific form to then form lock."
"As the second half is a bit more confusing, allow me to explain. Some Form-shifters have more than one 'original form'. So the caster of the anti-shifting ability will become aware of the fact that there is more than one shape and usually will choose the weaker of the two to form lock."
"Again, there isn't much lore as to methods to accomplish such tasks. So be creative. Also you can come up with some of your own ways to Anti-shapeshift as well. This was primarily to show you the big ones."
"Just to give you an idea of  what I mean: for Cursed shapeshifting, Curse breaking, curse suppressing, and curse amplification can all be ways to anti-shift. The possibilities are out there."
Eranoth looked at the time and the strangely silent webnovel chat group. "10:30? Well I should get to bed I have to do some work tomorrow."

© J Eranoth

Eranoth's Lore books are a series of books about otherworldly lore. They are designed to bring clarification about subjects that are not easily understood. 
This particular lorebook is dedicated to the many methods of shapeshifting. 

Eranoth's actual novels will come out at a later time when they are ready to be unleashed upon the world. Please know that Eranoth's lore books are not his world's lore, they are general lore for the use and adaption of writers.

For those seeking logic for lore, feel free to let me know what types of lore you want me to write books for. Before you get all excited, I WILL NOT waste time writing lore books on topics easily found with google OR adult content. If you want a lorebook on those types of things don't ask.

Happy reading and Writing!
Note: Due to the nature of the book, there is very little 'story' but I have tried to break it up a bit with story to make it less of a straight info dump.

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.

According to the information available on the Internet, the way to learn tailoring would be for Sebastian to return to the city and consult a teacher since usually these for a certain amount of gold help a player reach the desired rank in the skill, the higher the rank of this skill, the more expensive it becomes to increase it.

A clear example is that the tailoring range ten which is the highest rank at the moment is worth twenty-five thousand gold coins.

Nobody in the game would be willing to pay that amount of money, but they would not be willing to spend all day creating clothes to gain the experience needed to increase the skill rank, so players spend most of their time waiting let the creative players be born in the game.

The creative players are basically the players who choose to level up secondary jobs such as blacksmiths, tailors, jewelers, etc.

The only advantage that the creative players obtained was that they could create objects with unique properties which they sold at an incredibly high price and sometimes they sold them in the game market for real money, so at the end of the day taking into account many players. The time spent to reach the maximum rank of those skills was totally worth it.

Although there was a big problem with the "Rank increase payment" system, that player who paid to increase the rank of a certain skill or secondary job would have a penalty, the penalty was based on the player not receiving the random bonus when one experienced the increase of rank said, on the secondary job focused at that moment, clear examples are the increase of the blacksmith work which by paying a player will not have the possibility of receiving the small bonuses that increase the parameters, defense and resistance of an armor or weapon.

A fairly reliable system for those who had the money to spare and a good reward for those who were dedicated to the said work.

Sebastian returned to the city and arrived at the shop where the tailor shop was taught, who coincidentally was also the forge of the blacksmith who owned a wooden machine for the handling of garments for which Sebastian should pay fifty silver coins per hour to use it.

There were no complaints from Sebastian, but the work began immediately so that for Sebastian every second they counted and the snake skins measured at least twenty-five meters long each so that he would not have to experience any lack of materials, although he still bought common fabrics in the auction house which were very cheap.

The blacksmith again paid no attention to Sebastian while the young blacksmith remained near Sebastian observing how he worked.

The hours passed slowly for him while his forehead and body began to sweat due to the heat inside the forge and the young woman who was watching Sebastian never took his eyes off the pendant that he was driving.

[Tailoring Rank (1) has increased to (3)]

The 4 hours of incessant work finally paid off for him and his ability reached the desired Rank.

Sebastian saw that it was time to start modifying the armor, so he removed it in the back of the forge and put on his old clothes of beginner adventurer which had spots of dirt, blood, burns and holes.

The emperor cobra armor was basically a snakeskin armor which was thick, but Sebastian was determined to make it an incredible piece, but the design of it was still missing.

Sebastian took a hammer and a piece of metal with a point and on the anvil began to make some holes to the scales of giant cobra so that they were used to being sewed to the armor.

The young blacksmith did not take his eyes off Sebastian for a moment, while some players in the window watched Sebastian work with the scales, many of them were curious about what he was creating that even some of them entered only to see more closely the work he was doing.

Sebastian's final work was the same emperor cobra skin armor now completely covered with scales, the gauntlets had on his fingertips giant cobra fangs and above his fists it was the same which gave him a secondary weapon in case that he ran out of arrows or the enemy got too close to him, his boots were covered by thick scales cut precisely to be able to mold them perfectly and that these did not bother or avoid the movement of Sebastian and finally the other parts of the body were covered by thick scales that increased the armor's defenses in an incredible way and that delivered some extra offensive to Sebastian.

[Emperor Cobra skin Full Body](Customized)

+225 physical defense.

+65 magical defense

+31.5% flame defense.

Weight: 18.2KG 
Sebastian put on the armor and left the forge to try to get used to this which was not very difficult.

"Perfect!" Sebastian said paying the young smith and leaving the forge with a new plan in mind.

"It's time I have to settle some accounts." Sebastian told himself as he walked away from the city.

Sebastian decided to try a game for the first time in his life, the decision he made did not know that he would totally change his life as time passed in the game, and he would not know about the adventures he would be about to experience in his first game VRMMORPG.

Hello young daoists! This chapter will only be useful for those who write (mildly) adult scenes! But for all those concerned, there will be no VERY suggestive examples in this chapter.

There comes a moment in every starving daoist's life where they want to make a steamy scene... 

The thing is, baiting your viewers is actually more enjoyable than writing the scene itself. You get to see everyone's annoyed comments and them wanting more! 

A few examples are:

"The author looked at me in deep sorrow and regret. We had shared so many memories together and tried to start a family. But what had changed? I hugged him and cried, tears and snot getting smushed into his hoodie. The author embraced me and we started kissing passionately. Times had changed, internal wars had been fought, but there was one thing I knew. The love me and the author shared was pure."

That's not so much of a steamy scene, but it will keep the readers guessing and wanting more. It also hints at another scene that most likely happened.... NEXT EXAMPLE!

"I looked at Feng Mian and teased, 'Are you sure you want to play this game? The mouse has always been caught by the cat.'
Feng Mian laughed and replied, 'Not all stories are true, young man.'
I took Feng Mian's hand and rushed her over to the hotel room where we would be staying the night. I feel bad for my neighbors."

That was an excellent masterpiece. Simply the pinnacle of filler and shamelessness. Not even letting the readers know what happens next! Quite a genius move to gain those power stones. And finally, to stretch this chapter out to 480+ words, here's one more (beautifully written) example.

"The world suddenly went dark. Zhang Wei was very confused! Was this a dream? Maybe a solar eclipse or something? Interrupting his thoughts, a shockingly bright light went off. Zhang Wei's eyes took a while to adjust to the light, but when he opened his eyes he saw a girl. The girl was about Zhang Wei's age and walked forward to meet him. Unexpectedly, she stopped a few inches away from his face and said, 'Do you want to make a contract with me? The only way to initiate the contract is with a kiss.' Taken aback, Zhang Wei had no time to respond! The girl suddenly kissed him, his first kiss taken away like that!"

I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I did writing it! It was a blast to "exercise" my brain and write these scenes for young daoists like you. Remember kids, every word counts.

(I'm sorry for the late chapter release! I didn't realize that I didn't upload this one..)

Young daoist, you must face all in your way to becoming a shameless author and filler expert. Luckily, I am giving advice for freeeeeee! Vote now with your power stones..

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!

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