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?

Ms. Rogers, the new substitute teacher, has a unique educational policy. If you don't finish your math homework before midnight - your family turn into zombies. Join the 15 teenagers as they struggle to survive the midnight zombie apocalypse in the seven nights before Halloween, where not doing your homework can have fatal side effects, and their teacher is definitely out to get them.

This will be a short story with seven chapters, one for each night. I'm writing it for the #90 writing prompt contest "Halloween - the nightmare before Christmas". If you like what you read, please remember to vote!

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Debbie didn't comment much about Scarlet's errand as she kept the poker face.
"Welcome back."
Scarlet nodded and tried to wipe the smile off her face. The governess noted that despite the calm mask on the blogger's face, Scarlet's eyes were livelier now. The lady was glad that her little assignment had done the trick.
"I was able to look through most of the story," she informed Scarlet and the girl became more serious. "I'm impressed by your creative ideas. Can you tell me where you got the inspiration from?"
Scarlet blushed at the praise and shuffled awkwardly. "I was researching when I came across something called Cats the Musical from Broadway*... I thought that it would be easier to model some people after talking cats to better portray their struggles in a comical manner?"
Debbie looked pleased with Scarlet's response and had a huge smile on her face. "Great! While it isn't ready to be turned into a book, I think we should commemorate your very first masterpiece. Does this story have a title?"
Scarlet didn't seem to think of it in a bad way, so Debbie was secretly relieved. Rejection can be a very harsh thing for writers and she didn't want to stamp out the burning flame in Scarlet. It might not be a huge bonfire yet, but the passion was still there. Fortunately, the girl was a fighter. She accepted it with grace and moved on, seeking further improvement.
"I think we can call it 'A Catty Conversation'. Would you mind pointing out where exactly I've gone wrong?"
Debbie blinked. "All in due time, Scarlet. For a first attempt, it was very good. I just needed something to be the gauge of your current abilities before we move on from there. From what I can see, you have a rather strong grasp of the English language. The grammar and structure are not worrying. You also have an intuitive sense of how to pace your stories with a very natural way of telling it. Your characters spring to life with how you describe your scenes, although some transitions can be shaky. But don't worry, we will work on them."
The blogger nodded as she heard her mentor's feedback. "Actually, I've been thinking of a question for a while now."
"Yes?"
Scarlet hesitated. Should she admit that she wasn't a natural prodigy when it came to writing? Would Debbie no longer be impressed or will she express her disappointment? After a while, Scarlet eventually decided to go with the truth. After all, it was harder to conceal the truth with time. The blogger knew that if she was truthful right from the start, she wouldn't disappoint the editor too much. Sure, Debbie might be disappointed for a while, but maybe she would come to understand how to help Scarlet more?
"Actually, I researched some writing tips for writers online before I attempted to write something. A Catty Conversation isn't my first work. It's probably my third or fourth? I've lost count. Also, It has been revised twice and edited once before I submitted it. I just want to know, how does an author create their personal style? I've tried finding answers for there isn't a definite answer."
Debbie smiled. It's a question that all young writers ask. Sadly, not even she could give them the answer. Instead, the editor gave Scarlet her very first homework.
"It's a very good question, Scarlet. I would be rather worried if you hadn't asked about it or research anything about writing beforehand. This shows that you have a levelled head and aren't egotistical. There's definitely room for improvements for everybody in the writing world. It doesn't matter if you're young or old, have published best-sellers or won the Nobel Peace Prize. Style is something that comes over time with experience, practice and wisdom. It's not learnt or taught, it is discovered and created. Think of a writer's style as their writing personality and DNA. It's unique to every individual."
She then picked up the blank exercise book and smiled. "This is going to be a very good starter. I'd like you to write all the questions you have about writing and write them down in this book and I will answer them next week. Don't forget to decorate the book and give it a name too!"
The blogger was puzzled. "I have to give this book a name too?"
Debbie looked at her as if that Scarlet was asking if the sky was blue today. "Of course! It's only natural, right? You name the things that are precious to you. For writers, what can be more important than books?"
Scarlet didn't know what to say. One should never judge a book by their cover, and at this moment, she thinks that it is especially true for Debbie who packed her things and bid the Wilde's goodbye. On the surface, Debbie sounded sane and looked nothing out of the ordinary. However, after getting to know her tutor a little better, Scarlet decided that all writers have to be a little bit insane at the very least to produce such stories.
Once Debbie left, Scarlet looked at the book in her hand. The press plants were currently still in the processing. Tina was helping her to dry them out by pressing them in between the pages of thick phone books. Alex had also agreed to lend Scarlet some of her art supplies when the plants were ready. Scarlet was excited about how the communication diary would turn out, but for now, she had to come up with a name.
Something that means secret... Scarlet didn't really know the meaning of names, so the best way to do it was by searching it up on the internet. It didn't take her long to find a list of names that had 'secret' in their meaning.
As she scrolled down the names, one of them caught her eye. It was a name with a double meaning and Scarlet thought that it was actually perfect for her first communication diary.
"From this day forth, you shall be known as Judah!" the blogger proudly announced to the blank exercise book.
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At age 10, Scarlet Liu Xiu Wen was tested with a Mensa IQ of 156.

By age 12, she was publishing books with the pen name Permanent Frost. By age 14, she was a successful vocalist-composer in the band called Britannia. By age 16 Scarlet had a successful career as a model and actress going by the stage name of Liu Xiu Wen.

However, there was a secret that the world didn't know. Away from the limelight, Scarlet took on yet another persona online as Pirate S - the eccentric half-genius. Everyone who lurked in the forums knew her name. Known for her unusual takes on life and mostly popularly for her "Human Observation Diary" blog, Scarlet enjoys the nerd life in secret.

Human Observation Diary has always kept to a very standard format but one day, a reader pointed out that the blog has recently been differing from its usual format. Intrigued by the trigger, Scarlet investigates her latest human observation - an online NEET by the name of Jedd77.

From further interactions, Scarlet finds herself helplessly drawn to him. As their friendship develops into something more, Scarlet has to make a choice.

To give up her secrecy and allow Jedd77 to be a part of her life? Or continue the game of cat and mouse even after the face reveal.

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"Meet me at the park on the south side near the river tomorrow night at midnight. I'll be waiting. If you don't come to me, I'll be coming to you. ~H.S." I reread the rough writing again and again, just like I did with the last note. Who?! Who could it be?! I seriously don't know that many people and I don't pay attention to anyone but the twins at school! My head was starting to hurt. I rubbed my temples and sighed, flopping backwards on my bed. Was that last part a threat or just a warning? How could my life get twisted so much in one night? I don't know how this could even be possible. And why me? I've always tried to be good, besides my attitude. Okay, so I'm no angel, but still. I don't get into that much trouble. I try to avoid it as much as I can. 

Speaking of trouble, that's all that Hunter is. Plain old trouble. Lots and lots of trouble packed into that hot, muscular, sexy, moody, tall man. How is someone like Mindy, who's fun, hyper, crazy, and wild, be siblings with THAT? It doesn't make sense. At all. I rub my face, and cast a look to my alarm clock on my bedside table. It's midnight. Great, just great. It really took me two hours to eat, take a shower, get dressed, and read two notes? Seriously? I am so bad at time management. My headache is starting to get worse. My head is all over the place. But the one thing that my thoughts are stuck on clearly  is Hunter. I replay what happened tonight. My stomach starts twisting again and heat courses through me as I think of Hunter. It's nothing like I've ever felt before. What is this feeling? 

I know I said I'm no angel but I'm still pure. Make sense? No? Well, that's me in a nutshell for you. What I'm trying to get at is, I've never had my first kiss, never had a boyfriend, never got asked out or had feelings confessed to me or anything at all. I think I can understand why. I'm pretty weird, and I don't normally pay attention to or attempt to ever talk to those around me. Ruby tries to convince me that it's because I'm just so pretty and I intimidate guys with my beauty. I roll my eyes, yeah, right, sure it's that. My life consists of school, the twins, and my mom. That's my world. And now, all of a sudden, it's been flipped upside down in just a couple hours. 

But back to Hunter... He's the most attractive guy I've ever seen. His cold piercing grey eyes that stare deep into my own plain brown eyes, his noticeable muscles, his soft looking hair, his high cheekbones, his long lashes, his height and how he towers over my small figure, his smirk... Oh god, his smirk does things to me that make no sense to me. I'm so inexperienced in 'that' field of things, that you could put me next to a young teenager. Not that I don't know what things are or how things work, and stuff like that, it's just that I've never physically done things. Gosh, this is awkward to explain. I immediately stop thinking about it. Would Hunter want someone like me? Who doesn't know things like that? Judging by the alley, he likes things like that. But I shouldn't judge him just by that. Mindy said he's a squish ball, even though he looks mean and tough. Those two things don't exactly mix... 

I wonder what his tattoos actually look like in the light when they're more visible. I wonder if there's meaning behind them. I want to know about him and know what he's like, not what he puts out to everyone, but who he is underneath. If his sister can describe him as a squish ball, then I'm sure his demeanor and how he acts is like that for a reason. I've decided that I want to find that out for myself. Just who exactly is Hunter? What makes him tick? What happened to him? I want to figure him out. Thinking back on when I first saw him, I realize that that might not be the safest thing to do. And didn't I tell myself to stay away from him? But right now, my mind just can't stop thinking about him, and I don't really care if he's dangerous or not. He's made me too curious to resist. Picking up the notes I received tonight, I look at the initials again. H.S. That has to be Hunter. I don't know anybody else who's name starts with H. I'm going to meet whoever this is, even if I have to go to the bad side of town at midnight. And if it's not Hunter, maybe he can be my Batman if I get myself in trouble again. 

I yawn. My eyes start to water and burn from being open all night. I should get some sleep. I really really should. It would do a great disservice to the twins if I snap at them all day tomorrow on our only second day of school from lack of sleep. I look at the clock and notice I've spent hours thinking about this boy, and I only have a couple hours left to catch some sleep. I groan out loud. Get a couple hours of sleep and risk over sleeping, or stay up all night and have thoughts of Hunter plague my mind? I've thought enough of this boy, I need to stop thinking of him. Honestly, it's unhealthy to think of someone this much that I don't even know. Who even does that? Nobody normal, I don't think. I flip over to my stomach and pull the covers up to my chin. I snuggle down deeper into my warm plush bed, and close my eyes. Did I remember to set my alarm? Ah, who cares. I'm too lazy to get up and set an alarm on my phone and I'm sure my mom screaming at me to get up tomorrow will be enough to wake me up like she did today. My mind is still up thinking of Hunter as I slowly drift off to sleep... 

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"Owwww" I groan as I feel my whole body in a dull pain. I squint my eyes open against the blinding sun and rub them, attempting to wake myself up a bit more. I've fallen off my bed. "Great way to start a day", I think to myself. I brush my hair out of my face and untangle myself from the blankets that was wrapped around me as I had fallen off the bed. After a bit of a tussle, I throw my blankets onto my bed, and stretch my arms over my body, my body starting to awaken. Oh god, my morning breath was absolutely awful. I make a face and pad into the bathroom, grabbing my toothbrush. I sway from side to side, a song in my head. After brushing my teeth, I was more awake. Noting that I should be a lot more exhausted from only a couple hours of sleep, I look to the clock in my room and wished to high heaven that I was still asleep. My clock read five past noon. Noon!! 

It's too late to even think of going to school. It ends in a couple hours. I hope my mom called me in because I was not about to get an in school suspension for missing my second day of school when I just had a detention yesterday, and I promised Mr. Blackferd that I'm not one to be truant. I hesitantly walk down the hall and peek into my moms room. Nobody. I walk down the stairs and check the living room. Empty. The blanket is neatly folded with the extra pillow placed on top. I check the garage and see her car gone. I should've just checked there in the first place. I walk into the kitchen and plop down onto a chair at the kitchen island with my head in my hands, thinking of how stupid I was not to set an alarm. I raise my head and see a bright neon yellow sticky note on the counter, and my heart spikes, remembering last night. 

I pick it up and read: "Good afternoon, Honey! Thank you for taking care of me last night. I tried waking you up this morning but you were dead asleep. I called into the school and excused you today. No need to rush, take your time and relax even though it's only the second day of school. Text me when you're up! Love, Mom." 

I trudge back up the stairs and grab my phone, shooting my mom a good morning text to let her know that I'm finally up. I'm about to text the twins when I see I've already got several missed calls and texts from them. They're much worse then my mom, and she's my parent! I smile and read the many messages demanding where I could be on the second day of school, and various threats of using black magic to bring me back from the dead and I laugh at those ones. These guys have one big imagination. But what if they could actually use black magic? Could they tell me who followed me home and stuck those notes to my window? Okay, okay, now who has the big imagination? I roll my eyes at myself. I am so weird, I think with a snort. Well, if I got about full twelve hours of sleep today, then I shouldn't have any problem staying up tonight to sneak out of my window to the park at midnight. My mom is usually a really deep sleeper so I never have to worry about her waking up when I sneak out on random occasions. She confesses to me that she has trouble waking up most mornings too. She's half a teenager and half an adult, I swear. 

I'm eating cookie cereal for breakfast and the chocolate is starting to make my 2% milk into chocolate milk. I'm not much of a big cereal fan, but it's noon and I'm not really hungry, my nerves are bouncing around for tonight, my appetite suppressed under the butterflies. I'm not one to take big risks like this, meeting an unknown person in the middle of the night. Should I tell the twins at least so that they know where I am in case I don't come home and I'm kidnapped? No, I think to myself, I should be fine. Everything will be fine. 

I might as well get ready for the rest of the day and at least do yesterday's homework considering I never got the chance to last night. I get up and I put my cereal bowl in the dishwasher. I turn and I walk out of the kitchen, down the hallway and up the stairs to my room. I open my closet and search for something to wear for tonight. 

I have to remind myself several times that it's not a date with whoever it is. They followed me home, I have no idea what their intention is. I settle on dark blue jeans, a dark plum purple tank top, with my black leather jacket. I put the jacket on the back of my door on the coat hanger, and turn to my mirror. Makeup or no? Hair up or hair down? Jewelry? This is NOT a date, I repeat, it is NOT a date, Daisy! Jeez. I go with a simple smokey eye look, with red gloss on my lips. I'll have to reapply it by tonight, but I like how I look. I throw my hair up into a straight sleek ponytail. I take a few hairs from the front and frame my face with them. Deciding to see what the whole look is put together, I grab my leather jacket and turn to stare at myself in the wall mirror I have. It's the whole length of the wall and is extremely useful for times like this when I need to assess my whole outfit. 

I nod in approval at my reflection. I like how I look. For once, without Ruby's help or clothes, I look hot! I never try this hard. This isn't even a date, I remind myself with a good smack to the forehead. Why do I need to keep reminding myself that? I take the jacket off and sit down at my white oak desk. I pull out my homework from my bag. Yes, we have homework on the first day. Not a lot, just a few classes. My math, chemistry, and creative writing class decided that we were already "behind" on the first day and had to assign homework. It's barely anything and doesn't need all my attention focused on it. 

Instead, I try to think up of an excuse on why I look like this, because I know my mom will definitely be asking when she arrives home after work tonight. She works as a personal assistant to a tech company. It's called Fix-4-You. Ever since she got hired to that job a year after dad passed away, she was strangely happy. Not that she didn't deserve to happy, I just thought she would mourn longer. I have a feeling that I'll find out why soon enough. 

Half focusing on my thoughts, and half focusing on my homework, I let go of the time and my surroundings. Three squared plus five cubed divided by two equals? Excuse excuse excuse. Hmmm.... 

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What would you guys do? Would you meet this mystery follower? Would you do something about your appearance for a meeting with him/her? Or what would you do with the notes when you got them? Would you spend this much time thinking of the person? Would your parents ever excuse you on the second day of school? Have they before?

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A mixture of thrills, action, adventure, romance, secrets, and two lives from opposite seeming worlds coming together... What is the outcome? Can everything only crash and burn like an uncontrollable fire, or can it bloom like the loveliest flower? Read to find out. 
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Meet Daisy: short, outgoing, wild, 18 year old senior, attends Washington High School in Virginia. She's never had a boyfriend and isn't exactly what you would call popular. Okay... so she has two friends. She focuses on her studies, wanting to make her mother proud. Nothing exciting had ever happened in her life... Until she met Hunter one dark night...

And now meet... Hunter: tall, moody, cocky, dangerous, college dropout, 23 year old. He's never up to any good. Ever. He works on classic cars in a run down garage, and made decent money that way to support his mom and younger sister, Mindy, who attends the same high school as Daisy. Sometimes that money wasn't enough, hence his side job. Here's the catch... His side job isn't exactly legal...
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What happens when two polar opposites meet? And just HOW exactly DID they meet?? When two World's Collide, nothing good can come out of it... right?

"Sir is there any thing I can do for you." 118 responded to Tony after stepping down into the garage after Tony called for him.

"Yeah I need you to take me to the avengers Tower I have something I have to do." Tony explained to 118, while preparing his new portable iron man suit.

"Alright sir if you would step back I'll have our ride prepared." The Spartan commanded with his cold tone making Tony unconsciously stepped back and not a second later a giant vehicle materialized in mid air. 

The vehicle was of course a warthog that was stored along with many other things in a separate space within the spartan.

While a powerful ability it still isn't the gift that was given to him.

The gift has already been acquired in the form of a DNA Sample that was randomly collected  durning one of the many encounters Jackson 118 had with the mutants at exaviers institute.

( hmm how about a teaser remember the kid who could clone himself, yep he tried to pick up this big super soldier durning the small interaction the Spartans gift automatically activated giving him a ability similar to the mutant. )
.....
Tony let out a whistle of being impressed although he did want to know how the heck this beast of a vehicle appeared he refrained from asking so soon.

TONY- "So what do you call this 'THE PUMA' it Looks the part at least" Tony thoughtfully expressed with his free hand gently pulling his facial hair to stimulate his mind.

Jackson118 simply stared at him and said "WARTHOG" then he hoped in and the beast roared to life looking over at Tony he magnetically said "GET IN" and with the tone of his voice he managed to get Tony into the beast.

After sitting inside Tony felt small there was plenty of space for his suitcase and more.

After everything was ready the spartan drove off drifting out of the underground garage and once on the road he decided to take a short cut to avoid wasing time with a sharp turn the warthog flew off the road and went off road as it was meant to. Tony was in the passenger seat clutching his suit case for dear life.

Driving through some foliage and mud the spartan expertly used his radar to avoid objects as he drifted from side to side down the mountain.

During a particular nasty bump sending the vehicle soaring through the air Tony let out a yelp from the jerk of motion and unconsciously had to gasp for air at the speed they were moving.

during the whole ordeal our main man 118 was as cool as ice simply controlling the vehicle so as to not flip or crash unintentionally.

Once the tires touched down Tony was surprised that they were already on an asphalt road heading for the avengers tower at the speed limit for once.

"could you drop a hint before you go all Fast and Furious on me damn!" Tony couldn't help but say indignantly.

...
.....
...
Once finally at the tower the spartan simply unmaterialized his vehicle and followed Tony who looked at him as if wanting to ask him how instead he turned away and walked to the front doors opening them, welcomed in by a receptionist who was a young beautiful woman who was blushing up a storm seeing Tony until that is she saw Jackson in all his 8 feet 6 glory she felt terrified but she was curious about the man underneath the armor.

Tony seeing the situation decided to walk past the receptionist and to the elevator grumbling under his breath, once in the elevator he turned to realize the spartan waiting outside the elevator.

"What's wrong now come on get in" Tony impatiently said.

Deciding to just walk in 118 was surprised that the metal only groaned a bit before settling down and closing the elevator door.

Tony realizing why he stopped turned and looked him up and down " hey I know you way a Ton but the hulk probably ways more than you and I created this in case the hulk decides to take the elevator On accident so it wouldn't immediately brake."

 Tony explained while pressing the button for their designated floor. 

( would it be a button or would it be a touch screen interface no a voice command feature with Jarvis yesssss.)

 "Jarvis top floor and call the other avengers we have a new member who may or may not be joining the team."

After saying that Jarvis simply closed the elevator doors and responded with a British  accent. 

"Certainly sir right away "

The spartan simply said. "What's that supposed to mean"

Tony turned around And gave his self praising speech "I'm giving you a promotion ya I know I'm just way too nice, anyway I'm sure you'll pay me back later.

 (Tony shamelessly said without thinking about how it was his life that was saved by the spartan in the beginning.)

Alright so I've had this chapter for a while I went over it and fixed a few parts here and there.

Um I'm actually trying to improve my grades they are simply atrocious. 

a friend of mine has recently been kicked from the school because of his grades and I'm trying to avoid that. 

Thankfully a very nice Girl has entered my life and provided me with the support I've needed to continue with my education and not just enlist in the military like several other friends of mine.

Bottom line is that my creative Juices have been harnessed and drained and been put to use making essays for my english class and lab reports for my college Bio class.

I'm on a slippery slope, I either stay on the ball and pass or I lose way more than just a high school degree. 

I'm sorry I wont abandon my works it's just that currently they are all on Hiatus.

Lol what a weird word any way I'll keep trying to introduce other works so that hopefully I can inspire some one else to write.

Shit ya things are looking up next up in homework is College Algebra bye yall have a blessed day reading and or writing.

His name is Jackson 118 of the Spartans 2 program. He will be forced into a world not his own. Must use his spartan training to overcome obstacles that he will face.

um I dont own halo or marvel

I like to think the spartan is my own creation but like it's more like a creation of the people so I hes publicly available for use any one can use him please do and give me a shout out I'd love to hear about other stories https://discord.gg/uVvkXwy 

that should still be available contact me I may respond I prefer snap but oh well

What they worried most was also the problem of Qin Mo.
They were afraid that he kept everything to himself and grew more and more indifferent and distant.
When that happened, no one would understand what he was thinking…
That child was indifferent to others from childhood. And after that incident, it added a veil in the gap between him and others.
Recently, Movie Queen An felt an obvious change to her son.
Although she still didn't know what he was thinking, he finally became a little normal.
As Movie Queen An was having such thoughts, Aunt Zhang said, "Madam, Young Master Jiu has come."
Upon hearing that, Movie Queen An did not sit there anymore. She stood up and walked toward the hallway.
Fu Jiu did not expect to be treated so enthusiastically by Movie Queen An.
For example.
"Come, have some cake. You must be very hungry after finishing your homework."
Fu Jiu was really a person who ate whatever she was given.
But homework… was that some meme?
She never did homework.
So after she swallowed the cake, she asked, "Homework?"
"Yes. Homework." As she spoke, Movie Queen An showed a picture she stored in her phone. "Look! How serious you were with your homework."
Fu Jiu was too embarrassed to tell her that she was writing programming code because she couldn't stand paying attention to her physics class.
But it didn't matter. Writing code was also a form of work for her.
Fu Jiu had received the cake without any qualms.
But one thing was odd… why did Movie Queen An have a photo of her in class?
Qin Mo saw the youngster scratching his head and knew certainly that he was not doing any homework at the time. He loosened his tie slowly. "My mom is your fan. She's been praising you since morning, saying how hard you study and take classes seriously. As a wall-climbing scholar, Lord Jiu, you shouldn't let my mom down. So please do your homework later."
Fu Jiu: "…"
The way the Almighty dealt his cards were truly surprisingly shameless.
Despite knowing that she didn't like doing homework, he continued making things difficult for her.
Luckily, Movie Queen An was gentler and kinder. "The child is out of school now. Why do you have to make him do homework? Eat more and I will get Aunt Zhang to brew some soup for you. What would you like? I'll get Aunt Zhang make them for you tonight."
Fu Jiu chuckled. "I'm okay with anything. I'm not picky with food."
Movie Queen An was nice; she was completely different from Almighty Qin.
It seemed that even despite their mother-son relationship, there were difference in their genes.
However, if it was before she would have definitely refused the suggestion of her doing homework and continue the topic that Movie Queen An had raised.
But this time it was different.
She needed some time to do something.
So Fu Jiu turned her head and said. "Homework still needs to be done since I have to hand it in tomorrow. I will first work on it and ask for Brother Mo's help later regarding those questions I have problems with."
After hearing that, Movie Queen An suddenly felt that her Jiu was leading such a tough life. He couldn't even eat a cake in peace with his mind on his homework.
Instead, Qin Mo raised his eyebrow. The hand which he had used to raise the teacup was placed back down.
Then he stood up and said in a light voice, "Follow me to the study."
"Okay." Fu Jiu picked up her bag and followed Qin Mo.
When he pushed open the door, he made a passing remark. "I noticed that you seem to be especially enthusiastic about your studies today."
Fu Jiu hooked up her lips. "I just wanted to leave a good impression with Movie Queen An. After all, I'm your friend."
 "Is that so?" Qin Mo took another look at the youngster.
"Yes," Fu Jiu replied calmly.


Fu Jiu appears to be a normal lad in high school on the surface. But in fact, she (Yes! She!) is the hacker, Z, a villain-terminator in the online world of an alternate world. Having reincarnated into the body of a woman and being forced to disguise herself as a young man, she reigns over the game world, fights for justice, and puts a spell on all the girls around with her innate charm. However, her flirting comes across as gay to the rich Almighty Qin and his inner circle. Over time, the Almighty Qin falls for him… her. Has he turned gay for him… her? Now, that's confusing!
Keywords: Rebirth, Face-slapping, Online gaming, Pet lover, Hacking, Chocolate-flavored lollipop
Sugary Scene:
Fu Jiu said, "Almighty Qin, do you have a girlfriend?"
Qin Mo lowered his laptop. "No."
Fu Jiu lowered her voice and started flirting carelessly. "You have one now, me."
Upon hearing that, Qin Mo pounced on Fu Jiu domineeringly!
Fu Jiu was stunned. "Wait, what are you doing?"
Qin Mo replied, "Exercising my boyfriend rights."
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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.

Both Gavin and Loui report to class but notice that their teacher resembles Jian (mother for loui and stepmother for Gavin). Loui was punished by the language teacher for submitting a blank homework assignment, and so, Gavin tore Loui's homework out of his workbook as revenge for his unique handwriting which Gavin doesn't like. Gavin met up with his friends Liam and Zhac.

Its morning. The water in the boiler is boiling and Loui is still sleeping he a wake when he's phone ring Ian is Calling reminding him the school year starts today and they're both classmates again.
But Gavin is also in the same class with them.

"Hello?"

"Brother, you're still sleeping?"

"School starts today."

"We're both in the same class."

"Come report to class. I promise a big surprise!"

"Okay."

Loui come to school but he was late luckily the class only start by introducing the homeroom adviser when loui open the door and go inside the classroom everyone is in silent for his arrival loui going inside marching like he didn't care for what's happening, he go strait to his seat to sit down and to bow his head the teacher put everyone into her attention again while everyone is paying attention to their teacher Ian tap Loui's desk to tell him the surprise Ian tell Loui to look at their teacher

"Hello Students. I'm your class teacher. Ayu."

"Just now you missed an exceptionally good opportunity."

"What Opportunity?"

"Look."

"Why does she look like my mom."

"If i was you, i would use you being late to apologize."

"First become close and then see."

"This is my cellphone number."

"I didn't share it with my previous students."

"So, This is your privilege."

"She looks like my stepmom"  -Gavin

everyone is introducing themselves in front of the board after introducing everyone the teacher go right through Loui's Desk to copy the seating chart, the teacher leave and Ian look at the teacher while the teacher is walking out from them Loui is now Writing the names but something got his attention Gavin's writing he tried and tried to understand and read it but he can't and then he ask Ian if he can read it but even Ian can't read it. Feng is too curious so he snatch the card name from Ian but even Feng Couldn't read the name, When Feng try to read it He Sneeze in font of Ian but Feng Suggest try to find the number sit of the person and go ask the name.
Ian tap Feng and ask if Feng Linden is his name and teas Feng name Feng got pissed and mock Ian's name also.

"I'm Yuan as in Yuan Chaves"

"Let's clap for him"

"Thank You"

"Okay, Next student."

"My name is Feng Linden, Feng is your name? Whats Wrong with your name?"

"Okay , Next student."

"These are the cards that student hand in."

"Using the desk position, Make me a copy of the seating chart."

"Gavin Ke?"

"Gavin Mu?"

"That isn't anyone's name."

"Hey Ian what does this say?"

"Hmmm?... This..."

"Give me that."

"ahh"

"Hmmm hatchhhhh... His seat has a seat number."

"Why don't you just go ask him directly."

"Your name is Feng Linden?

"Yes. Why?"

"Why did you give yourself such a crappy name?"

"I don't like what you're saying."

Feng look back at Loui's desk and read Ian card name.

"Ian Mensing?"

"Ian? Your name doesn't make sense as mine."

"Hmpp" - Ian

Ian and Feng live alone each other for the mean time meanwhile Loui is heading to Gavin seat Loui grab Gavin workbook to check his name but all the writings in Gavin's workbook he still can't read.

"What are you doing?"

"Seat registration. state your name."

"Gavin Haksel."

"If you're a human, Then write in human words."

Loui throw gavin workbook back to his desk, Gavin is furious but he can't do anything Loui go back to his seat and write Gavin's name.
End of recess the vice president handing out a small paper where the name of student and it seat number are when Gavin have his, he read the small paper and go to loui's desk to ask if he's the one who write in the paper that just give to him even if Gavin Complain to Loui, Loui won't care for his question, when Gavin is asking a question about loui's writing loui push him same for his ruler to fell down, Gavin has an eye target now for loui, loui is going to the bathroom he leave his homework in the top of his desk when Loui got out Gavin Go right through loui's desk and rip his homework but no body sees what he did.

"You wrote these words?"

"Is there a problem?  If you don't have a problem, then stop disturbing me."

" I have a question?"

"Thank you, but you can answer it."

"Pick up my ruler."

"Why are you so unwilling?

"I just told you pick up my ruler. Could you please put some more effort into it?"

Everyone passes their homework after the teacher check all the workbook, the teacher come to his homeroom class she Called Loui with a tone angry the teacher want to talk to him outside of the class, Loui go strait outside the teacher is asking him where is his homework or if he's playing a prank around her but Loui refuse and keep telling her that he did he's homework but the teacher wont believe him.

"Loui  Baijens, Please come out for a minute."

"I don't know if you have any opinion of me, or if you have an opinion with leaving your homework with me."

"Even if you had one, you could have said so."

"You didn't have to play this with me."

"I previously had a very good impression of you, but your methods this time have made me so disappointed!"

"Give me an explanation. What do you mean by this?"

"it's blank."

"Stop faking it. I've taught for so many years, what kind of pranks have i not seen."

"Go home and write a new one and also write a self-reflection."

"No, teacher, I really did write it. i don't know who tore it up."

"You're implying i tore it up?"

"No, that's not what i'm implying."

"Don't go to your next literature class."

"Go outside to self reflect until you've sorted yourself out! "

"Don't think i'm an easy target!"

"who's targeting who?

"When i find that bastard who tore up my homework, I'll definitely rip off his skin."

End of the first day of class, Gavin is with his friend drinking and talking about his stepmother.

"I heard that, that woman also has a son."

"Have you met him."

"it'd be best if i don't ever see him."

"Aren't you afraid of him getting on top of you."

"Does he dare."

"Enough, enough. Stop talking, Its Useless. Quickly drink up."

Ever since he was young, Loui Baijens has been living with his careless but loving father, Han Baijens, and his sick grandmother. When he turned 16 years old, his biological mother Jian Yamato remarried. Her new husband is a high-ranking military official, Wesley Haksel.

Because of his mother's death, Wesley Haksel's son, Gavin Haksel, has been harboring a deep grudge towards his father. By the random hand of fate, the two step-brothers with wildly conflicting emotional backgrounds were placed in the same class at high school University, without knowing each other's background at first. With time, they slowly developed a special feeling toward one another. Their classmates, Feng Linden and Ian Mensing, had been instrumental in the relationship.

Wu Hao finally had some business orders, and he had gone to some social gatherings in the evening. Xu Wennuan was pleased after seeing that Qin Zhi'ai hadn't eaten, so she took her out and treated her to a big meal.
After coming back, Qin Zhi'ai saw that it was still early, so she reviewed the lessons on her writing desk in the bedroom.
Xu Wennuan liked to keep herself busy. When she put on a facial mask, she went to Qin Zhi'ai's room occasionally to chat with her.
Qin Zhi'ai was familiar with this, so her focus on reading would not be interrupted by Xu Wennuan's visits.
As Xu Wennuan was browsing her blog, she noticed that there was a new movie that had been released, which was adapted from a novel she liked. Thinking that Wu Hao was away on a business trip for the weekend and couldn't go to the cinema with her, she threw herself onto Qin Zhi'ai's bed and rolled over a few times in dismay. After sitting up, she interrupted Qin Zhi'ai's writing to say, "Xiao'ai, please go to the cinema with me this weekend."
"I'll consider it..." Xu Wennuan named several of the cast members and all of them were A-listers, including "Liang Doukou." Having heard this name, Qin Zhi'ai stopped writing for a moment.
Xu Wennuan was a fan of Liang Doukou. After saying her name, she pouted and said, "I don't know why I feel that somehow, Liang Doukou is not as pretty as before. Last summer, she was the most beautiful she had ever been. That was true beauty..."
Last summer... At that time, actually, I was "Liang Doukou." Qin Zhi'ai slightly increased her grip on the pen and continued finishing her homework, neglecting a response to Xu Wennuan's words.
The point of Qin Zhi'ai's pen stopped abruptly and scratched the paper.
"I really don't understand her. She had developed a successful career in Beijing and the real estate was thriving in recent years. Why would she go to Shanghai, where she was unfamiliar, to devote herself to a completely new industry?" Xu Wennuan muttered to herself.
After a few seconds, Qin Zhi'ai crumpled the scratched piece of paper into a ball and threw it into the trash can next to her, continuing to write the title again.
"I've heard Wu Hao say that something seemed to have happened to Gu Yusheng's family. Apparently, it was a little unpleasant and because of this, he had to leave Beijing... Last night, we had a farewell dinner together. At that time, Lu Bancheng asked him if he would come back, to which he responded that he may not..." Xu Wennuan said this, shaking her head with a little regret. "In Beijing, he owns such a large and prosperous industry. How fantastic it must be to enjoy such an easy and carefree life! Why would he leave for Shanghai?"
Qin Zhi'ai had immersed herself in Xu Wennuan's words, so the homework she had been doing was a mess. She placed her pen on the desk and stared at the textbook for a while, inadvertently saying, "I saw this news in the canteen at noon today, but I never believed it was true."
After a while, Qin Zhi'ai added, "I also saw the news that he is leaving for Shanghai in two days, but I don't know whether or not it's true."
"It's true. He plans to take a flight in the afternoon in a couple of days, where Wu Hao and Lu Bancheng will see him off."
"Oh," Qin Zhi'ai said as she bent the textbook out of place.
"Ah, it's midnight. I need to get up early tomorrow so I'm going to sleep! Good night!" In a hurry, Xu Wennuan ran out of Qin Zhi'ai's bedroom.
As the door slammed shut, the bedroom suddenly fell silent.
Still seated at her desk, Qin Zhi'ai stared blankly for a while, then she picked up the pen and continued finishing her homework.
After writing for a bit, she abruptly stopped.
Her fingertips paled as she grasped the pen forcefully.


Original name: Prince Charming's Next Door, finished. 
One day, she slept with him accidentally. Two month later, she found herself pregnant, so they got married with baby.
“Mr. Gu, I like the dishes of this restaurant.” Then the chef of that restaurant was hired as theirs. 
“Mr. Gu, I like the bags of that brand.” Then the designer of that brand was employed exclusively for her. 
She thought of herself as a stranger to him after marriage as she had always been, but in fact he doted on her totally beyond her imagination. He would satisfy all her demands, except letting her find a job. 
She kind of got anxiously bored at home, so she sneaked out to find herself a job. However, whichever company she was hired by would go bankrupt somehow or other. 
Finally, she got to know it had been always him who had done mischief surreptitiously. She went to question him angrily, but he gave her a job with a smirky smile. The next day when she went to take the office with delight, she found her employee ID card on the desk said ‘Name: Qin Zhi’ai, Position: Wife of Gu Yusheng’.

Dear Mr Simpson,

Have I told you lately how much I love your hairy arm pits?

I am writing to you to ask for an extension on my maths homework. As you know, I've always had a very tacky attitude towards deadlines. However, something unexpected happened.

My twin brother and I were in my pantry enjoying some rancid squashes when a sweaty dog came barging in brandishing a pair of super soakers.

It looked at me with lifeless eyes. I stared at its dirty tongue. When it started juggling, I knew it meant business.

I made a dive for my maths homework but the sweaty dog decided to push my leg and then run off swinging. I was taken aback.

So shocked was I, that I didn't realise that the sweaty dog had grabbed my maths homework until much later.

That evening, I was working with my best friend when I suddenly noticed that my maths homework was missing. I searched high and low, I even looked in colleague's desk.

Eventually, I reached the obvious conclusion - the sweaty dog had taken my maths homework to feed to its ample best mate.

Thank you or being understanding and allowing me more time to complete my ample maths homework.

Thanks,
Jane Doe

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