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?

Alex goes on an adventure to different anime, games, books and movies with a system to help along the way.

I promise it's not cliché

Ok, I lied.

But read it anyway.

Pretty please.

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I don't own any of the source material I'm writing about (I wouldn't be creative enough to write something like that).

I don't own the cover either (I don't even own Photoshop)

(English is my native language but that doesn't make me good at it).

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...why have you scrolled down this far?

...what do you mean the novel is too cliché?

...well you're cliché, your whole family is cliché!

Im sorry I am not the best at writing character bio but I am trying my best 
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Name: Anna Bear Myers 
Age: 16 
Gender: female
Date of birth: 5th Jan 2003 
Height:	short
Hair colour:	blonde
Eyes: blue

Background: Anna is a 16-year-old teenager who likes to play hockey and card games. 
She is creative and creative, but can also be very selfish and She is currently at school and she works at her family shop
Physically, 

Anna but otherwise in good shape. She is short with pale skin, dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her father passed away 15 years ago, leaving her mother and her brothers , her mother to look after 

Hobbies: books, relaxing, card games, listening to music , art 

Favourite foods: dark chocolate, Chicken soup, pizza 
 
Parents: Matthew( her dead dad) and Mary
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Name: noah Baker 
Age: 15
Gender : male 
hair: brown 
Eyes: green
Hairstyle: short 

Background Noah is a 15-year-old teenager who enjoys listening to music and learning new languages. 

He is brave and bright, but can also be very rude and a bit boring And He is a Scared of dogs because of a past  event that involved a dog biting him and scaring his arm
Physically, Noah is in pretty good shape. He is average-height for his age with pale skin, black hair and red eyes.

Noah's best friend is Daniel and they like to play games and sometimes they draw

Hobbies: listening to music, learning new things, relaxing, 

Phobias: dogs and losing all his family and friends and to be the one to blame from their death 

Favourite foods: chocolate cake, donuts, chicken, pizza 

Parents : Rick and Sophia Smyth

Earth suffered the apocalypse and almost all human were turn into monsters or dead and our main character died and come back to save his family and friends.


Author note
This is my first story and I know it not that good

Adam F. Parsons 
Age: 20, Human, male
Current health: 67%

Occupation: Business owner/game developer

Statistics:
Strength:   50 (40)   Injury
Intelligence:          70 (60)   Medication
Charisma:   80 (40)  Injury
Agility:           88 (25)  Apparel
Vitality:          87 (66)  Injury
Endurance  66 (29)  Injury
Willpower  64 (64)

Active Effects:
Broken leg (injury) 
Missing teeth (injury) 
Cast (Apparel) 
Painkillers (Medication) 


Skills:
General/Adulting      75
General/Cooking     37
General/Driving     91
General/Cycling      78
General/Skiing     83
General/Swimming     66
General/Learning     72
General/Studying     45
General/Card games    84
General/Board games    90
General/Local knowledge   66
General/Reading     75
General/Car maintenance   50

Hobby/Papercraft     36
Hobby/Music knowledge   89
Hobby/Young adult culture   45
Hobby/General DIY            29
Hobby/D&D Player     50
Hobby/D&D DM     21
Hobby/Fantasy literature knowledge 76
Hobby/Race driving    15

Professional/Violin                                                    88
Professional/Guitar                                                    39
Professional/Creative writing                       49
Professional/Programming: BASIC:Colorful Computer   39
Professional/Programming: BASIC:Durian 1&2    38
Professional/Programming: Assembly:Colorful Computer  5
Professional/Programming: Assembly:Durian 1&2           5
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Colorful Computer    25
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Durian 1            20
Professional/Hardware knowledge:Durian 2            22
Professional/Hardware knowledge:General            24
Professional/Scam Artist:General              50
Professional/Industrial espionage:General            20
Professional/Industrial espionage:Social Engineering          20 (80 by Proxy/Art)




All other Skills are at default levels. For more information on the default levels for your region please refer to user manual vol. 5 p. 345-360.

Adam woke up with a killer hangover, missing digit, four strange cars in his parents' driveway and a box of stolen equipment delivered by three of his friends. And somehow all of this is supposed to be a part of a job interview?

Lina was disappointed. Life has always been boring, well sort off. She'd never enjoy playing video games but it was that or fall to sleep.

Mr. Yang's droning voice. Even if the class was half as sleep he was still going on about the use of adjustive in creative writing they had been covering for the past hour and forty-five minutes. 

The man was a great English teacher, but she would swear on Buddha's belly that he was cursed with every stupid student. Those that only got in through connection and being good at other things or just had the money.

The game, on the other hand, was much more interesting than she thought. It was based loosely on a hit anima that was about a chemist making potions for the supernatural like vampires and werewolf. The potions were a complicate to ingredient up to a hundred that you had to cook stir and chop. You trade potions for rare ingredient and grow stronger. OR there was the option of drinking the potion and upgrade your level so you could go out into the woods to find your own ingredient.

A full hour pass and the bell rang. Lina grabbed her bag and crookedly sprinted for the door. She was about to die from boredom. The game was a bit slow since she levels up to 100 and was a granted the title of a full alchemist.

She didn't miss the whispers and looks the other students gave her, but as usual, she ignored them. She was just a foot from freedom when Mr. Yang called her back.

"Ms. Lina, may I talk to you a moment?"

She looked longingly towards the exit as her classmates began to leave. She was supposed to meet her friend Tiger later, but she could always just give her a call. She turned her head to look back at him.

"Is it really important?"

"Yes."

She looked back at the door. Tiger was going to be pissed, but he looked serious. She sighed and walked back to his desk where he was now shuffling some papers.

He sat down and got comfortable while she stood awkwardly in front of him. Mr. Yang was one of her favorite teachers. He had only kept her after class once before, to ask that she give some one-on-one help after school to a failing student.

"And so I've arranged an independent study course instead of class for you. I will give you all of your assignments for the rest of the year to be worked on independent of the class. Your other teachers have agreed and will be talking to you later to give you their own assignments. Instead of reporting to your regular English classes, you will report to the librarian. It stated in school policy, for a circumstance like you. There you will work in the library for an extended period of six hours every day. You can, of course, stay longer, but the four hours a day is the minimum needed. Do you have any questions?"

Her mouth was hanging wide open and she was pretty sure that was drool on the floor.

"Are you serious?" she squealed.

"Uh, yes." He looked a little taken back by her small outburst.

"Oh, thank God!" She did a happy little twirl. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. Thank you so, so much!" She spun away and half ran for the door in her excitement.

"Goodbye, Ms. Lina! And work hard!"

Hu Yue felt that now that the interview had entered this stage, it was time to raise the bar for one's thinking and imagination! 
For such a talented designer like Boss Pei, he must not have had it smooth-sailing all the time. If not, how could he have been able to so accurately describe a content creator's predicament in Game Designer, resonating with so many? 
However, Ma Yiqun scratched at the hairs on his head, "I don't think so."
"Ah?" Hu Yue was shocked.
Ma Yiqun said, "As far as I know, Boss Pei has not seemed to have experienced any setbacks; he has always been rather smooth-sailing…
"The Lonely Desert Road, Ghost General, Ocean Stronghold, and Game Designer… Boss Pei had only done these four games, and all of them have been a roaring success.
"So if you ask me if Boss Pei had actually managed to design this game because he resonated with it, I am actually not very sure. However, I am very sure that other designers and developers have experienced those trials and tribulations…
"While Boss Pei hasn't."
Hu Yue, "…"
Was this what a genius was like?
Just like those admirable and great reformers in history. Although they were in high positions and had smooth-going lives, they had actually managed to feel the pain and agony the lower strata of society felt.
This was a very powerful quality!
"One last question…
"The short video series Boss Pei's Daily Life that had gained popularity on the internet; it seemed to have used some of Tengda Games' material. Could I ask if Tengda had collaborated with this short video series on this?"
Ma Yiqun nodded. "En, actually all this could be found out if you investigated. Boss Pei's Daily Life is a production of Fei Huang Workspace while Fei Huang Workspace is Tengda's subsidiary."
Hu Yue's eyes lit up.
"No wonder! That means that one of the reasons why this short video series had gained in fame has to do with the fact that it adapts some of Boss Pei's personal life experiences, right?"
Ma Yiqun hesitated, "I'm sorry; I can't comment on this. I might actually divulge some information regarding Boss Pei.
"Boss Pei is a very low-profile person. He hopes that gamers could pay more attention to the games that he creates; he doesn't want them to chase him like fans go after their idols. He doesn't want them to lose objectivity regarding his games."
Although she didn't get the answer she wanted, Hu Yue wasn't angry; she actually smiled. Although she did not have cold, hard statistics; this had all in all been a rather extraordinary interview!
Indeed, only with such special employees—such a special boss—could they have created such a special game, right?
…
Amusement Times, Jingzhou City division…
Although it was a games media company that the entire country knew about—as the Amusement Times' Jingzhou City division was just a normal worksite, its set-up was rather normal. Only three journalists, two editors, and a chief editor were stationed here. 
Even its office was in a co-working space. The editor looked at the draft Hu Yue had sent as he was stunned. "Little Hu, you are a veteran journalist; why is it you have submitted just a piece…?
"Without a source, without pictures and footage, without other supporting evidence. You also can't even divulge a little about the target of the interview? We are not some road-side small media outlet. This piece… even if I gave the go-ahead, the chief editor wouldn't…"
This editor was now nursing a headache. Hu Yue had just wanted to explain when the chief editor Brother Zhao had already rushed over. "Little Hu, are you done with the draft?"
The editor hurriedly handed the draft to the chief editor. 
"Brother Zhao, this draft…"
She hadn't even finished speaking when the chief editor slapped his thigh and said, "Good! Great job, Little Hu!"
The editor, "…"
Brother Zhao hurriedly read the news' draft. "Little Hu, you are really good at adapting and striking the iron when it's hot; you deserve commendation! All the domestic players in the country now are very curious about Tengda. Although this piece might not be that substantiated, I trust in Little Hu's professional integrity; the reliability is rather high!
"Let's get a move on this and release it to create a new hot topic. Who knows? We might be able to hold our heads high up to headquarters after this!
"Let's release this as it is!"
…
Two days later, a news article appeared on Amusement Times's official site. It soon was carried by all the established games media outlets!
Getting a closer look at the mysterious Tengda Games: the domestic games industry Utopia! 
Hu Yue's piece had not mentioned Ma Yiqun even once; she did not even state she had interviewed a Tengda employee. She had started her piece by referencing the very popular Game Designer and Boss Pei's Daily Life before diving into all the content Ma Yiqun had provided her!
"Accompanying the game called The Lonely Desert Road, Tengda's name had steadily become well-known among the domestic gaming community.
"In less than a year, Tengda Games had consecutively released four games. They were a standalone game, a card game, an FPS game, and a standalone metagame. Tengda Games had used a powerful and unconstrained imagination and a bold creative spirit to win the praises of official games platforms. It is now seen as the new standard-bearer for the domestic games industry!
"Today, Amusement Times will help everyone unveil the mysterious Tengda Games; to let everyone have a peek at this up-and-coming games company!" 
… 
"In any case, Tengda Games is a company that has a strict requirement for new employees; it also dares to be bold in using new hires. It is a company that dares to innovate and also one that emphasizes the importance of imparting skills and knowledge.
"As Tengda's chief creator and lead designer—the Boss Pei in Boss Pei's Daily Life, not only does he have a calling for designing but is also extremely adept at game publicity. He has a unique charisma that attracts countless talent to him, wanting to work with him.
"However, he is also a lonely prodigy. His understanding surpasses our generation. Hence, he is always misunderstood by people.
"He treats his employees generously while he is rather thrifty himself.
"This place… is where dreams take off; this is Tengda Games, the Utopia of the domestic games industry!"
…
Not long after this article was released, all established media outlets started to carry and forward it! This actually was a little unprofessional; after all, this piece wasn't substantiated. It did not have a source, any pictures; it didn't even have any supporting evidence.
This was a standard 'article without substantiation'. However, all the media outlets were still furiously forwarding and carrying this piece. Furthermore, netizens also started to comment and debate this!
The crux was that any piece on Tengda was very rare!
Since Ghost General and Ocean Stronghold, Tengda was already considered a rather famous game developer. However, a veil of secrecy enshrouded the company, and it had never appeared clearly in front of players before.
In the eyes of many insiders in the industry, this company called Tengda was also full of mysteries. Even many Jingzhou City-based games companies knew nothing about this company.
Although this was an article without any pictures and just words—as Amusement Times was after all a known games media outlet domestically, it had a certain amount of reliability to it. That was how this article had exploded!
"It is praising Tengda nonstop! It feels as if this mysterious boss of Tengda had become the hope of the domestic games industry. Could it be that Amusement Times had also started to do sponsored partnerships?"
"That can't be. If it was a sponsored partnership, why don't they put some pictures or other things? This ambiguous writing… it doesn't seem like a sponsored partnership, right?"
"Why are you guys concerned about this? We should debate the reliability of this article, right? Which industry big boss that knows something can confirm how much of this is true?"
"I think that the phrase 'his understanding surpasses our generation' is a little exaggerating; as for 'treats his employees generously while he is rather thrifty himself', I don't believe this!"
"However, to say that Game Designer surpassed our generation; that isn't wrong, right?"
"I am a Tengda internal employee; I can verify that these are all true!"
"I am the boss of a dumpling shop across the street from Tengda. Tengda employees always come to my shop to eat dumplings. I can confirm that these are true!"
"I am the security guard of the office building next to the one Tengda is in; I can verify this as well!"
"I'll give you guys a nugget; have you guys seen Boss Pei's Daily Life? That's right, the person acting as Boss Pei is actually the real boss of Tengda!"
"Why is the acting in Boss Pei's Daily Life so good? That's because the boss himself is acting in it!"
"This is getting a little absurd. You sucky netizens are letting your mouths run wild! I don't believe Tengda's boss is so young." 
"That's right. This seems to be an insult to my intelligence!"
"However, most of the things in the article are probably real; I'll go and take a look at Boss Pei's Daily Life again!"
"I'll go to Boss Pei's Daily Life's video page and publicize Game Designer; everyone, remember to tag along and press on the like button!"


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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It all began the day before my father's death. I remember our last conversation as clear as day. I admitted to him my lack of confidence in my desired profession. I told him I want to become a writer but that I lack the ability to be truly creative. I lack the ability to see it in my mind. I just want to be an author and create something new and admirable. When I spoke of my worries to him, of my faltering conscience, he only laughed. It made me angry, but before I could speak on it, he spoke to me. 
"I know you, Gracie, and I believe you can do whatever you put your mind to." He held my hand and squeezed gently. As much as I knew he was trying to comfort me, it didn't help as much as I wanted it too. He's been telling me this my whole life. 
"I don't know, dad. I think I'm in over my head.  I want to live many different lives. I only get one chance at the one I have now and the only time I can really get out to the world and make friends and create things that others could never do is through words." Feeling tears come at this admission, I let go of his hand. He didn't look hurt and my irritation flared some. I have a slight temper problem sometimes. It can be an upsetting development in certain situations because nobody knows quite what to do with me. It's one of the other reasons I want to escape this world. I'm not sure I could really live with how people look at me. Disgust. Fear. Upset. The only people who ever understand me is dad, Timmy, and my mom. My dad is an old soul and very clumsy. He's always breaking stuff. Timmy is only a small child. Well, he was a small child. My mom is a very quiet person. Though when she does talk, she's a very chipper woman. I think I got my temper from my grandpa. He died about two years back, but I knew him well enough to keep my distance. 
"It'll all work out. I just know it will." Dad said to me. It was a small comfort, knowing I had his support. 
The next day, we ate dinner at the table together. Timmy was eating his Macaroni and cheese with his hands and sitting in his high chair. Mom hadn't realized what had happened until much later and I was locked inside my own mind, traveling around the depths and corners, still trying to distinguish and organize everything in there.
At first I thought the clump sound I heard was Timmy throwing his bowl again, so I paid no mind. I wish I could go back to my 13 year old self and tell myself to pay attention. Maybe it wouldn't have ended that way.
It's been fifteen years since that moment. I remember that distinct sound, that CLUMP! that ended all the normalcy of my life. It was a heart attack, we were told. I don't ever remember heart attacks ever causing someone to be in a coma for six years. Mom eventually gave up and signed the paperwork to pull the plug. He's gone now. They told us after his first examination that if we had gotten him to the hospital even a few moments before, he would have had a better chance at survival. It was all my fault then. Mom was hysterical and her first instinct was to run to him and hold his spasming body. How I couldn't even notice him right in front of me, having a seizure of some sort, I have no idea. I guess I was just too absorbed and too busy being selfish. 
I'm twenty eight now. I finished a four year college on literature, journalism, and the fine arts. I figured learning about creative things would give me some real creative ideas. After graduating, it was difficult to find a decent working job. I found a company called "If Life Was a Book" and applied there. The company was created specifically for aspiring authors. They allow me to write my stories there and have them edited and published. The more popularity, the more money goes into the company. It's only a new place, but I'm sure it will be prosperous. It's almost always half full in the main writing room. I find the typing on the keyboards to be pleasing.
I remember Timothy's reaction when I told him I finally found the perfect place to live out my dream profession. He was playing video games in his room and there was a girl in there. I honestly think he could do much better than that. The girl looked like a slutty hippie, with those really high Mexican style heels, the short, tight, shiny shirt and the lumpy skirt with soft looking fabric. She had her hair up messily and I realized what had occurred after a moment of thinking. There was even a used condom on the floor. 
When I told Timmy of my accomplishment, he barely said anything to me. I'm sure he heard me because he nodded in my direction. I learned later that the girl's name is Lizabeth, but most people just call her Beth. 
Mom's reaction was none too similar. Ever since dad was first induced into his coma, mom killed off her twenty two years of sobriety. She was always drunk. This time, when I came to her with the news, she just laughed at me. 
"Oh Grrracie, Gracc—," She laughed an amused laugh and stumbled forward a bit. "Do you really think he's cheering you on right now? No, he's not. He's wondering right this second as he watches his daughter just why he helped birth you. He wonders why you try SO hard to accomplish something you'll never be able to have. He would be ashamed to find you still groveling to everyone around you. He would be ashamed to know that you aren't even doing this for his family. Wouldn't it be sad if he knew why you're really doing this? How do you think he would feel if he knew you only work at that dumb company because you're still in denial that he's gone." She let out a snarky laugh. I've gotten used to this type of behavior from her. It's become almost normal. 
Before I know what's happening, I'm in her face, blood boiling and face scrunched up in anger. I huffed into her face.
"And I bet he's turning over in his grave watching you be such a wonderful mother." Sarcasm so strong it could break through titanium leaks out dreadfully. The words are cruel, I know, but I couldn't keep them in. Her eyes fill up to the brim with salt water. She slaps me, something I didn't see coming until I felt the burn on my face. She's seething. She's said all these things to me and when I get mad, she rages. I'm not even sure what she was expecting. I let out a dark, humorless laugh and walk out the room. 
I don't allow myself to cry as I leave that house. I needed to go back to my book. 
I've been working at the company for three years now. I've written a few books since then. Only two, but I never thought writing would be so time consuming. I wrote a book about a girl gaining special powers from her father who happened to be the King. She didn't know that until the end though. The other book was about a girl who is constantly being chased by her own nightmares and one day the Nightbringer welcomes himself into the dreams and turns them into reality. It was almost a reflection of my life. That was probably why it was such a successful book. "The Nightbringer," I called it. It was only so successful because it was very detailed and reflected my emotions. I had to add the story of my life in the acknowledgements if only to help people understand me better.
That moment three years ago was the moment I realized I couldn't stay in that house anymore, so I left without saying a word. It wasn't worth staying anyway. I got an apartment on one of the quieter parts of town. The city shuffled everywhere all the time, always moving. Maybe that's what kept the city alive. It doesn't matter though because I'm used to it by now.
I walk through the door of my home after a long day of tapping keys. I made it to about two hundred thousand letters today and my fingers ached. It was definitely more than I usually write. Even sticking the keys through the doorknob was difficult. My hands shook and it took a whole six and a half minutes to finally get the door open. My neighbor lended a hand after hearing me struggling with it and then walked back inside his apartment. Inside was cold. The cold air had been turned on this morning. I woke up sweating because of the heat and turned it on this morning. If seems as though I forgot to turn it back off again. It feels like a blizzard rolled in unannounced. 
I'm so stupid, I think to myself. Why am I such an idiot? And so forgetful? You'd think I'd have learned by now. Mistakes being made seems to be a habit I've had recently. I just can't help it. I've been trying to quit, but nothing seems to work. I sigh as I set down the keys. I'm so tired I could sleep for ages. It's a Thursday though, so I can't expect anything nice tomorrow except more writing early in the morning. I get paid tomorrow. I'm ready to hurry up and get these damn bills paid for and done with. Great. Just great. I've begun cursing in my own head. A humorless laugh escapes me. I seem to be having a good bit of those recently. What the hell am I supposed to do. 
I jump as I stand there. I hear a vibrating sound along with some sort of alarm and my heart skitters and jumps. Then I realize the buzzing and alarm sounds are coming from my phone. 
Once again, I feel a wave of self-totally-not-appreciation. "Yunoka" the ringer said. Yuno is my best friend if not my only friend. She's Japanese but definitely knows her English. She's taught me the basic of Japanese and I tend to educate her on Spanish sometimes which I took in high school. 
I press the green call button and bring the phone to my ear. As I do that, I begin removing my shoes. "Hello?" My voice is tired and I hope she doesn't notice. 
No such luck.
"Oh my goodnessers, Gracie, are you alright? You sound like someone just karate chopped you in the throat and then stole your voice, chopped that, too and gave it back in an unsuccessful surgery." I let out a rough laugh, and my throat was sore. Yuno can always make me laugh.
"Oddly specific." I mutter after my laugh.
"For good reason, girl, trust me. Anyway, I was calling to see if you could edit my article for the newspaper."
"You're still working on that thing? Don't you know that nobody reads those except old people?"
"Hey, one day we will be those old people reading these papers. Be respectful to your elders, Gracie because one day those elders could be you." I laugh again.
"Yes, ma'am." I joke. All of a sudden Yuno's voice is serious. 
"Gracie, on a more serious note, how have you been feeling? I know your mother isn't doing too well and Timmy is still being a man hoe and failing at life, so I want to know if you've been alright. You haven't been pushing yourself too hard, have you?" I don't have to think of my answer too long. 
"Have no fear, Yuno, everything is fine. As for my mom and Timmy, they've made their choices. I'm just caught up in work and deadlines right now although I definitely passed it today."
Yuno's voice is sincere: "I know, honey. Maybe you should take a leave of absence for a little while. You know, kind of relax. Take a deep breath and think about things. I know how you can be sometimes. It can't possibly be healthy." Now I just really want to end the call. I hate talking about serious stuff. It bothers me on a very severe emotional level. 
I have always told Yuno that my home life isn't something I like to talk about so hearing her talking about it to me like it's some normal thing we do all the time is annoying. 
"Yuno." I reply sternly. "Good night. I need sleep. It's the only relaxing I'm going to get anytime soon." 
I swiftly end the call and take a shower. The water on my back is more relaxing than any lousy breaks. My work is what keeps me sane and alive. Yuno doesn't understand me at all. I'm still going to try to fit in editing her article into my schedule, but I'm still not happy about her intrusion on my personal life. 
I hurry out of the shower and into my bed. It's definitely not the most comfortable thing in the world, but's it's better than home. No, I tell myself. This is my home. 
But in my mind, a distant saying circles my brain and hounds my thoughts.
"Home is where the heart is." 
I wish that were true.

Twenty-eight year old Gracie Pierce wants to be a writer. With her father dead, her mother as a drunk, and her little brother addicted to video games and girls, she has persistent urges to write if only to escape her home life. One day, Gracie is so captivated by her own story that she gets entranced and trapped by it and becomes a literal character inside her book. In order to return home to her family back in the real world, Gracie must become the hero of her own creativity. However, Gracie begins to wonder if she truly wants to leave the fantasy world at all; especially considering all that she has to go through in the real world. Warning: Not much romance here. Told from Gracie’s point of view. Support for this book is greatly appreciated. The more support is equal to the amount of motivation I have to continue writing! Thanks! :) (Light Fantasy)

I'm Halle. I'm a 14 year old 8th grader. I like to read romance, comedy, thriller, and nerdy novels. I absolutely love tea, especially Arizona Sweet Tea. I can eat peanut butter with anything and I like skateboarding. I live in a small town in the countryside. It's constantly raining, with occasional rain in the summertime. I have a large family that consists of 34 cousins on my dad's side of the family with three aunts and two uncles. My dad's mother has married seven times. She has been widowed and divorced. My grandfather was divorced by her because he was an alcoholic. She raised my father and his siblings with little money, in a small home. On my mother's side I have eight great aunts and uncles. My mother is an only child, my grandparents had divorced when she was still a minor. I have an older brother and my parents are still happily married. I have many pets consisting of chickens, horses, donkeys, guinea pigs, dogs, cats, and goats. My family used to have a male cow but he was sold. Growing up my mother was often told that her dearest daughter had angelic features. I'm told that I was very well behaved besides me being the pickiest eater the world has ever seen with an OCD towards everything. During this year I have been told that I have an angelic smile and I have been reminded many times of how I have very small ears and long fingers. I've been told that it is impossible for anyone to hate me, since I am, and I quote "the nicest person on Earth." Just like any stereotypical girl, I like Starbucks, but I believe that besides this, I am not stereotypical. I can hardly say I wear makeup since the only thing I ever put on my face is mascara and lotion. I'm a pretty natural person, meaning I'm not planning to ever have plastic surgery and I rarely use facial masks. I don't wash my face with any special skin care treatment soaps or whatever girls use. I simply just wash my face with plain soap. I've been told by many people I have beautiful hair. People can even tell who I am without looking at my face since my hair is so 'unique'. I have curly hair that most girls would LOVE to have. You know how when you curl your hair it makes those perfect curls that look like the swirly slide on a playground, well that's what I have. My hair used to be bleach blonde. As I got older my hair darkened turning to light blonde, then dirty blonde, extremely dirty blonde, and now light brown. My hair was slow in growth since I can remember having hair. In 5th grade my hair went down to my hips. That's when I decided to cut six inches off in length. My hair has grown back, not as long as before but still pretty long. I never blow dry, straighten, or curl my hair, since I like to keep it 'natural'. I simply wash it with shampoo and conditioner then brush it normally after it air dries. Unlike the other teenagers of my age, I'm not the biggest fan of junk food. I used to ONLY eat junk food when I was younger, and my mom was just thankful that I ate any food at all since I was underweight and a picky eater. Eating junk food leaves a bad aftertaste in my mouth. I occasionally have ramen, chocolate, and ice cream, but other than that I'm a pretty healthy eater. I participate in the sports of basketball, volleyball, soccer, and gymnastics. I'm a very quiet person and I tend to only speak when spoken to. I usually never initiate a conversation. I'm a straight A student in advanced Language Arts and Math classes and I have been recommended to be put in an advanced Chemistry class. I'm a massive animal lover, to the point where in my science class when we were observing deceased creatures in beakers, I noticed a deceased mouse and sparrow, leading to me hiding my tears for the majority of the period. When people have crushes on me they are usually normal but this year I've had either perverted or weird people with crushes on me. These same people have liked me for the past three years (since 6th grade). I have no interest AT ALL in being in a romantic relationship, yet I still wish that instead of perverted weirdos liking me that actual NORMAL people would seek my attention. You could say that I am a country girl since I do, in fact, own and use a lasso, cowgirl hat, cowgirl boots, and I ride horseback. In 6th grade I used to be obsessed with the thought of me being a country girl, and I would wear plaid flannels with bootcut jeans and my cowgirl boots. Everyday I wear the same sweatshirt and jeans, with the same black converse that I wear everyday. I will occasionally wear ripped jeans with a t-shirt and possibly gray vans. My best friend's mother had told her to stop dressing like a hoe, and I quote "should dress more like Adriana." Besides me having nice hair and nice facial features, my pleasant smelling self has added to my "perfect" image. I have been told countless times that I smell good, like pumpkin spice, and another best friend of mine's brother told me that I "smell good, like girl." I've also been told that I have a great personality and that I'm "weird" but a good weird "like a weird that makes people laugh and smile." I have so many things to brag about, like how when my family went to Alaska, my mother, grandmother, and I were leaving a gift shop and the woman at the front counter told my grandmother that "that girl has beautiful hair" which led to my granny proudly telling the woman "that's my granddaughter." Another perfect thing about me is that I like to play the piano and write poems. Some of the poems I have written consist of "My Thanksgiving Feast: 
Oh what a special day
When we feed the beasts
In our stomachs they lay
Oh what a special day
When we eat then sleep then chat away
In mountains, and fields my soul may lay
So that thy Lord shall take me away
To a place where colors have no gray
In the Fall with leaves and rain
Pumpkin pie and fields of hay
When Winter comes it's fields of snow
With presents and holly
Candy canes, cookies, and jolly
Then spring comes with yards to mow
Rain will fall and flowers will grow
Lilies and roses for Valentine's cheer
Spring will end and summer will join
With hot days at the lake and cousins who jeer
And celebrate the 4th of July and American tears
Then back to fall with spooks and scares
And after that we come back to this day
With turkey and thanks and a feast celebrate
Then again with a process, a cycle all year
And come back to this day once again next year.

Another poem I've written is:
The stars in your eyes could make even the sun fall for you
A kiss from your lips would light my heart on fire
Your smile is as warm as roasted chestnuts by the fire
Your the sun in my orbit,
I revolve around you
You have a special place in my solar system and I've fallen for you
So in other words I Love You.

Another:
I heard it's your birthday and I'm not one to be rude
So I wrote this poem and it's all about you
You have pretty blue eyes, brown hair, and white teeth
Your eyebrows are thick and your charisma is sweet
You're cool and you're kind and I can't find a rhyme
So happy birthday ___.

I shall continue to brag with a note that some family friends had written for me:
There are so so many "Reese"ons why people love to be with you. Your smile lights up a room.
Your laughter is like sunshine. Your sweet nature and kind example reminds others to show kindness. Your fun, light hearted attitude is contagious. We love you! Xoxo

Even though I have all these "perfect" traits people still judge me on stupid things like how I write in cursive, "Why are you writing in cursive?" like it's a bad thing that I'm writing in cursive and I shouldn't do it because it's "weird." I also get other stupid comments about my handwriting like "You write your d's and g's weird." because when I write in print I use cursive y's and g's and my d's have always been like that. And people constantly reminding me of how I'm "too innocent and pure" really irritates me, and since I'm passive aggressive I won't tell people to back off and stop pointing out stupid little details about me. I never point out little details about them in prissy little tones so why do it to me. I used to be naive and make friends with everyone and talk to everyone, I never once thought "he's so weird" or "ugh he really irritates me" but these sly little comments people are trying to pass as "innocent opinions" are taking my kindhearted personality for granted. Why are you just now pointing these things out and why do you care? It's just how I am so stop judging me.

Instead of writing a novel I decided to talk about myself. Thinking about what to write gives me writer's block. And everything I think of is way too similar to other people's writing ideas. "Tomboy meets bad boy" "Gangsters little mistress" "New to town". Nothing is original enough in my head. I can't make a comic because I'm bad at drawing and I don't like drawing. I only like writing poetry and ever since the 4th grade I've really enjoyed writing short stories but this is a challenge. I have to write a 10 thousand to 20 thousand word novel and submit it within 10 days. I don't HAVE to write it, but I want the prize of 800 coins so I can read more of the novels I enjoy. Because if it's one thing I know, it's that I love to read. The stories that people create on webnovel are so creative and it just shows how talented these people are. These people have absolutely FANTASTIC ideas and I wish I at least had an OUNCE of their creativity. I know that when submitting an original novel I will only have the slightest chance of getting the prize of 800 coins. In this massive vast ocean of creativity I have a 1/1,000,000 chance of being noticed. And with that being said I still have hope that I'll be noticed by at least someone. The beginning of my speech massively talks about my perfection and is SO boring that even I would have no enjoyment in reading this. But at least one person on this earth is capable of liking this. And they would be an absolute maniac to do so. I mean like they must have some MASSIVE mental issues. But I actually enjoyed writing this, it brought out my frustrated and tired emotions I've been pushing down for the sake of people's feelings. I HATE hurting people's feelings. While writing I've also been listening to classic rock from the '60s, '70s, and '80s. I've also been drinking iced chai tea with Minecraft music playing in the background. Fun fact about me, I like video games. This could be a flaw in some eyes, but it could also be a good thing in others. I have a PS3, yes I know the "XbOx Is BeTtEr" but this is what I'm stuck with. I'm actually a tomboy and like playing Call of Duty Black OPS II and Minecraft, and since my old Xbox is at my grandma's house, when I visit her I play Tony Hawk skater games. In 5th grade I was at my greatest height of tomboyness. I wore basketball shorts and baggy t-shirts every day with my blue high top converse. And since most of the time it's cold where I live, I would wear athletic leggings under my shorts, and in 6th grade boys started to wear leggings under their shorts too. Everyday I would put my hair up into a ponytail and I'd always call people "bro" and "dude" and I even wore boxer briefs and stole my brother's clothes. The reason why I became a tomboy was because I looked up to my brother A LOT. I wanted to be just like him, even though I'm a girl. I didn't want to change my gender or be called a "guy", but I did want people to notice me as a tomboy. In 6th grade I was less of a tomboy and went to my country girl stage, mixing with the tomboy stage. In 7th grade I became somewhat "normal" and would wear ripped jeans and sweatshirts just like the other girls. I even started wearing mascara. That same year I started to develop a "thing" for redheads, and to this day I'm still into redheads. I mean their hair is so unique and their eyelashes aren't BROWN OR BLACK AND IT"S AMAZING. Which brings me to my "crush" list. In 7th grade I decided to write down all of my crushes and say what I liked about them. All of them were athletic and cute so you could tell my "type."
1st: "I have a crush on P. He's tall, thin, cute, handsome, and I THINK he's nice and funny, plus he's a football player. In a game of capture the flag P got tagged by the other team, so I ran over to tag him back into the game, but I ran into S and got tagged. Someone (I can't remember who) tagged me back in and I tagged P in right away. Out of all my three crushes (note: why the freak did I have three crushes at once, what was wrong with me???) he's second best. P is also dating my friend J though… so that's weird/awkward. She doesn't know though.
2nd: "T is someone I a tiny bit like. He's nice, funny?, sweet and if he was fit (no offence) (note: DANG I was judgmental, one again, what was wrong with me???) he'd be cute, plus he's a football player. I sit next to T in honors ELA and was partnered with him in Technology in the 6th grade. He once for a little while said and told people that I told him to "go drink bleach and die in a hole," (note: what the freak, why is everything in this book weird) which I never actually told him to do, or even thought of it. I think he was imagining things or mistaken me for someone else who told him that. I think he's gotten over that now. He likes to spread the rumor that he has a crush on me, but I know that he will never actually like me. T does wrestling too, but I now only like him as a 'friend'." (Note: he's actually one of my best friends now and he's pretty darn awesome.)
3rd: "E is my ultimate crush. He's nice, sweet, funny, handsome, cute , has dimples, and thinks I'm pretty (note: oh my gosh this entire page is filled with things about him). He's a freshman and I'm only a 7th grader, but I just can't help but like him, like A LOT. Sometimes I have dreams with him in them and I also daydream about him all the time. He kept looking at me in Silverwood (note: that's because you kept staring at him without knowing it you naive girl), but I think that's just because of my indents (note: my indents are the scars I have from when I got molluscum contagiosum, a sickness you get from other little kids). He's good friends with G. E goes to a preparatory school or private school (either one I can't remember)(note:he doesn't; he just goes to a different school than me). He's amazing. When I was in line to go on Aftershock for the first time I was scared and worried but he helped me feel better. The second time I went on Aftershock (on the same day) K went on with me and G wouldn't give up him and E's inner seats but E did. He's so incredible! 
4th: "C has been my friend since we were little kids (I think preschool). He's funny and nice. I think our friendship is one sided. He's one of my best GUY friends. But I think I'm just some annoying girl to him (note: SIGGGHHHH). I like to tease him and do things like punch him in the shoulder (note: no wonder he thinks I'm annoying, gosh). I don't punch him anymore though because I know he doesn't like it (note: DUH). C is a football player and plays video games (which is a plus). His mom likes me. She even asked me to punch him on time.
5th: "H is SO, SO, SO cute. He's not as cute as E but, you know. H is tall and fit (note: no he's not he's chubby). He always wears these camouflage sweatpants. He's SO cool. He has the BEST fake British accent  EVER. Every time he does the accent I fall even more for him. Every time I look at the clock I see from the corner of my eye him making a funny face to me (note: that's because he liked me and so did some other kid in our class). He's nice to me. In gym class whenever I fail to do something he tells me it's alright and, in my mind, supports me. I really like him. But not as much as I like E.

As you can see I was boy crazy.

Seeing how stunned and confused Heidi was, Lucien said with a smile, "I like to listen to and write music when I am free, and Mr. Oliver likes to watch and create plays. That's essentially the same as you playing games. It's just a form of recreation. As long as you are not addicted to it and your arcana studies and magic abilities are not affected, there will be no problems at all."
Whether a thing was good or bad highly depended on one's attitude toward it.
Heidi and the students were not exactly scared of being criticized by their teacher. It was just that Lucien's criticism often came with a lot of "homework", such as the studies on the quantum field theory and the exercises about the new products in mathematics. It was a nightmare that they could not forget for the rest of their lives.
"Rest assured, Master. We have only devised the game to test certain modules. We won't be addicted to it." Heidi promised Lucien on behalf of her team.
Looking at the game on the screen, Lucien had a lot of mixed feelings. Although it was rather shabby, it already had the looks of the game that he was familiar with. "Let's call it Ally Tetris. As a matter of fact, game design is a good thing."
Huh? Even the shy, introvert guys like Annick were surprised.
"Sorcerers need relaxation and entertainment too. Do you not feel that the regular ways of entertainment, like opera, play, concert, ball, and Arcana Voice, are too few?" Lucien said half-jokingly. As for hunting and the other activities that nobles liked, they were not very popular among sorcerers. "Also, it will help build up the image of arcanists and sorcerers. Think about it. If there is a game that simulates adventures so that ordinary people can play as sorcerers and sense how marvelous magic is when it is used to deal with monsters and in daily applications, they will be more and more into magic."
Heidi's eyes beamed with interest, but she immediately frowned and said, "Even though the ordinary people can afford such games right now, the 'artificial intelligence' at present cannot support such a complicated game at all. Also, we are too busy with all the research programs in hand to design any other games. We have to continue the studies on magic crystals, and we need to try to melt alchemical life and artificial intelligence…"
"I'm not asking you to design it in person. There must be a hundred arcanists who are studying 'artificial intelligence' with you, aren't there? You can let them play a part. Also, the design of a game can be separated from magic. It's like writing a 'play' in the language of 'artificial intelligence'. In such a way, the job can be outsourced to the ordinary people who do not have talents in magic. You'll be creating new jobs for the kingdom," Lucien suggested casually.
"Outsource?" It was the first time that Heidi heard the notion, but she understood her teacher's meaning well. After all, her teacher was most famous for the terms that he invented. "In such a case, the simple modules can be outsourced too, but we have to devise courses… However, the most important thing right now is to improve the performance of 'artificial intelligence'."
Speaking of games, she suddenly remembered something else and asked in confusion and curiosity, "Master, the massive live stream screen was ready to be manufactured half a year ago, but why hasn't 'Arcana Voice' been live-streamed yet?"
Thanks to their studies on "artificial intelligence", the screen that could display images was invented very soon. Although a lot of efforts were spent on lowering the cost, maintaining the color, and reducing the size, and there were no products available for even the nobles yet, the large live-stream screens could already be manufactured and deployed in the squares of important cities. Thankfully, there weren't many such squares, so the Congress of Magic could still afford it. Heidi had also obtained abundant revenue through the patent from it.
"'Arcana Voice' is a radio channel. All the programs have been designed for the sound-only feature. Now that the screen displays images, many programs are no longer appropriate. So, we have to devise new programs. The interviews, interpretations, and music shows can be live-streamed, but not the others. Otherwise, why would we bother to use images? To see what the storyteller looks like?" Lucien had been teaching the Sky Radio Station new concepts and recruiting new workers.
Some of the new recruits were even ordinary people without any magic talents, but they were smart and had the most creative ideas.
Heidi understood what her teacher meant and nodded with mixed feelings. "I wonder when we can see the first real live stream…"
"Perhaps, it will be sooner than you expected…" Lucien smiled subtly.
...
A few days later, at the beginning of the Month of Scorch (August), in the city square of Rentato…
A white pillar of water erupted to the sky from the pool made of stones and fell to all directions like a waterfall, raising spindrifts on the clear water. It was noisy and loud, but no one around was upset. They even approached it, trying to drive away the heat on them. 
On the opposite side of the famous spring was a weird enormous screen. It was transparent and complicated, and unique parts could be vaguely seen inside.
"Why do you think there have been no live streams when the screen has been established for five months?" A citizen asked Longman, his child.
Longman was much taller than before. As a student of the fourth grade in the first generic school, he was already a knowledgeable scholar in the eyes of neighbors and friends. Although he lacked extraordinary talents in magic, he was praised by his teacher for distinguished mathematical aptitude. Longman's parents were very proud of him and subconsciously considered their kid as a scholar, asking him whenever they had a question.
"'Live stream' is not an activity, but more like a program like 'Arcana Voice'…" Longman explained according to what he learned in school.
Right then, the enormous screen suddenly emanated gentle brightness.
"It's glittering! It's glittering!"
"There's a live show?"
"Why didn't 'Arcana Voice' announce it?"
In the square, everybody became noisy as the place was filled with confusion and excitement.
Longman and his parents ended the discussion and focused their eyes on the screen.
What would the live show be? They really looked forward to it!
After the enormous changes brought by the development of arcana and magic, the citizens of Rentato lived every day in shock and delight, so they all looked forward to the unexpected live show.
As the light stabilized, two figures appeared on the screen, one male and the other female.
The female had long hair and was wearing a long dress. The citizens who still remembered the last live stream well recognized that she was Ms. Nightingale. The male, on the other hand, was a typical Holmish man, with black hair, blue eyes, and a mustache that represented his manhood. He was wearing a neat tuxedo as if he were going for dinner.
"Hello, everyone, I am your old friend Nightingale. This is an experiment on live streaming, so it was not announced in advance in 'Arcana Voice'. Now, you will witness the first live stream from the satellite television channel of Allyn." Fearing that she was too nervous, Louise had cast a 'Mechanized Mind' on herself. She said with a sweet smile but was not really smiling, "The gentleman sitting next to me is also your old friend. He is Mr. Caron, who is the host of 'Man and Nature'."
"Man and Nature?" Longman and the other citizens watched the screen enthusiastically, wondering why Mr. Caron was asked to co-host with Ms. Nightingale.
Caron said with a smile, "I'm too nervous to say anything right now. So, let's start today's 'Man and Nature' immediately."
The moment his voice fell down, the transparent "glass" behind them released a gentle light that filled the screen.
As the light gradually faded, a green, refreshing meadow appeared before the eyes of the audience.
The meadow seemed boundless. Wherever their eyes could reach, everything was green, and a hideous monster with three horns was lurking in the grasses, having no idea that it was being observed by hundreds of thousands of humans.
"This is…" Longman looked at the screen, shocked at the unimaginable meadow. He had never seen such a broad meadow and such refreshing greenness.
The shock spread out in the hearts of everybody in the square. Jane, Ali, and Banus, wherever they were, were shocked from the bottom of their hearts after seeing the view of the meadow. It was more magnificent and beautiful than they could ever imagine.
"This is the prairie south to the desert in the Gusta Empire…" Caron interpreted it with his magnetic voice.
Was this a prairie?
Was it the south of the Gusta Empire?
For most people in the four kingdoms of the strait and the north coastline, the furthest places that they went to in their whole lifetimes were the cities next to them. The Gusta Empire was almost a different world for them. So, they never thought that they could witness a prairie in person.
So, that was what it looked like!
The three-horned monster lurked in the grasses carefully under public observation, before it lunged out and bit a lone goat in its neck!
"Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" The clear image made everybody exclaim in shock!
Longman, on the other hand, had only one idea in his head. That was arcana… That was magic… They turned the impossible things possible and allowed ordinary people to see the faraway scenery without leaving their hometowns!


"A falling star has brought the chaos. The throne of fate has lost its master. The nonbeliever who walks in light and darkness will make his debut."
In this magic world, knowledge is power.

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
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Copyright©2014-present

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

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