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

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

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

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

Kyung-eun hesitated for a moment before speaking again.

&quot;What are you doing?&quot; She asked, even though she had been watching him for a while now and knew exactly what he was doing. Unsure of whether she would be able to feign ignorance, she hid her fidgeting hands behind her back as she waited for him to answer.

&quot;…Studying…&quot;

That was the only answer she got. He really was a reserved kid. Though it was true that the boy had little to no experience talking to girls (there weren't many girls in the institute either), it was mainly due to the fact that he wasn't used to talking to his classmates at all. With no way of knowing this, Kyung-eun pushed on.

&quot;You like books, right?&quot; It was something that everyone knew about the boy, but the purpose of her question wasn't to confirm this fact.
&quot;Yes, I do.&quot;

It was to see what sort of expression he would make. There weren't many observable facial expressions he would make throughout the school day, to the point that people were now beginning to say that his nickname, &quot;plaster face,&quot; was because of his stoicism rather than his good looks. However, whenever the boy talked about books, his face would change slightly. It was a small change at best, but it was enough to be noticed by even his inexperienced classmates. Kyung-eun nevertheless felt as though she had solved a great mystery.

&quot;Well, I have a lot of books at home. Do you wanna come see them?&quot; The question dumbfounded Kyung-eun just as much as the boy, and they remained in silence for a moment. The boy was curious as to where the sudden invitation had come from, while Kyung-eun felt flustered, realizing the words that had come out of her mouth. &quot;I mean,&quot; she added quickly through the awkwardness, &quot;My brother and sister both like books, so we have plenty. I read a lot too. I thought maybe you'd like to read them too. Or you can just borrow some, if you'd like.&quot;

She was just spurting out words as they came to her, which the boy was oddly appreciative of. Kyung-eun was trying to be nice to him, and he couldn't bring himself to flat out refuse. &quot;I can't go over so suddenly,&quot; he explained. &quot;Once school is over, I do have to get…home. But if you're willing to lend me some, I'd be very grateful.&quot;

The school policy dictated that first years were not allowed to check books out of the library, meaning that the boy had to return all the books once school ended. He had always felt a bit sad about this, so Kyung-eun's invitation was more than he could ask for. The boy smiled at her then, trying to convey all his gratitude through it. She stared at him, almost entranced, before regaining her wits and rushing back to her seat. After a quick &quot;Sure!&quot; she turned back around to face the front of the class, and the boy went back to focusing on the problem he had been solving before.

School really was a such a nice place. There were teachers to kindly explain everything he was curious about, plenty of books on facts he had never known before, and classmates who were willing to extent their kindness to him. Though there were also prejudiced teachers who looked at him with eyes full of doubt, classmates who made fun of him for not having any parents or for not having the necessary materials for class, they weren't important to him and he didn't really care about them at all. The plentiful food and the abundance of knowledge were enough for him to lead a happy school life.

Lecturer Hae-ul Park was an experienced math lecturer, having been in the profession for ten years, and was placed in charge of after school math class. He had graduated a renowned university and escaped the threat of unemployment by acquiring a certificate as an after school lecturer. His experience as a private tutor had made him overconfident about taking on the job, but the struggles of working with elementary school children had taught him otherwise. That was only in the beginning, though, and after ten years, he felt relaxed enough to call himself a veteran lecturer. Or at least, that's how he felt until this moment.

&quot;Mr. Park? Is this also called a circle? But why?&quot;
Hae-ul looked at the boy, who was pointing at an ellipse with eyes full of curiosity, and felt beads of sweat forming at his forehead. Considering elementary school curriculum, it was difficult to properly explain ellipses, especially to a first grader. &quot;Well, remember learning that round things are called circles?&quot; He asked, attempting to explain in a way he could understand. &quot;This is also round, right? It's not really a true circle, but it looks really similar, so we say that it's part of the circle family.&quot; Common sense dictated that elementary schoolers have difficulty understanding official, formal definitions, which is why they were taught geometry through comparison to other shapes or objects. For example, rather than explaining circles as &quot;a set of all points in a plane that are at a given distance from a given point,&quot; it was easier to compare them to basketballs, globes, or coins, which are all circular in shape.

However, the boy seemed wholly dissatisfied with this answer. &quot;If being round is all that it takes, then is this also considered a circle?&quot; He held up a drawing of a star, with all the corners rounded out. Hae-ul forced himself to smile and frantically tried to find the right words to help the boy understand, finally coming up with an appropriate solution. Before he could even open his mouth, the boy continued. &quot;This book says that circles are polygons that have a center and a diameter. All the illustrations have the same diameter across the circle, but this one has a long diameter and a short diameter. Isn't that why it's not a circle?&quot;

Hae-ul couldn't help but admire the boy in front of him, and admitted to himself that he had to reevaluate him entirely. At the very least, he couldn't treat a student who had understood the concept of a diameter simply by reading the textbook the same way he treated the other first graders. &quot;I know that it can be a bit hard to understand for you all, but shall I try to explain it the same way I would explain it to your older siblings?&quot; Perhaps, he thought, it wasn't a bad idea to set an upper limit for the other children, who were now looking at him wide-eyed, all wondering how this would end. So he took to explaining geometry by providing standard, mathematical explanations to the children. &quot;A triangle,&quot; he began, &quot;is a shape formed by connecting three points together, here, here, and here. It's important that none of these three points are in the same line.&quot;
&quot;Can you have two points in one line?&quot;
&quot;…&quot;

If he explained what a line was, would he be freed of the incessant questions?

****

&quot;Wow, Mr. Park, that must have been tough for you.&quot;
&quot;Ugh, that's the understatement of the year. I thought my head was going to explode.&quot;

Hae-ul took a piece of kimchi and ate it while frowning at the thought of what had happened, which apparently struck his companion as funny and she began to laugh uncontrollably. It was Hae-ul's friend and coworker, Mijin, who taught Writing and Composition. The two teachers had come to a gamja-tang* place after work to have dinner and wind down. Mijin had been hired at Hyewoon Elementary before Hae-ul, and after his acceptance as a lecturer, she had reached out to him first. Coincidentally, they were the same age, and their friendship took off, going out to eat or drink every so often.

&quot;I'm telling you, that kid's a genius. I don't mean that like &quot;oh I guess he's smart.&quot; No, he's a true genius. You should hear him present in my classes. Makes me wonder if he really is just an elementary school kid. And a first grader at that! If it was just hearsay, I wouldn't even bother to care, but this is actually happening right in front of me. How could I not believe it?&quot; Mijin downed a glass of soju after saying her piece, and when she grimaced at its bitter taste, Hae-ul offered her some water.

&quot;You know,&quot; Hae-ul said, &quot;he used to be just like the other kids. Quieter, even. He wouldn't even say a word, right? But then one say he starts to ask a few questions here and there, and now it's like he's got an engine in his mouth. It's nonstop.&quot;
&quot;Same here! I had no idea he could speak so well. Writing and composition? Give him a couple more years and he could take university entrance essay exams.&quot;
&quot;Wow, you went really far there.&quot;
&quot;I did, didn't I? I do love hyperbole.&quot;

The two laughed and drank their soju. Then they dipped their spoons into the boiling gamja-tang, and slowly but surely started to fill their stomachs with food.

&lt;The New Semester (3)&gt; End

*gamja-tang – pork bone stew. A spicy soup made from the spine/neck bones of a pig.

A boy who was living an ordinary life in another world suddenly came to the present world.

Social systems, way of life and morals... They have all changed.

How will the boy try to survive?

What kind of life will the boy live?

Guys, I am writing this to inform you about my  future plans about the novel.

First, I want to mention that the World Conquerer Gate arc is going to be long, about 30~50 chapters.

By the end of this arc, I can assure you that all your hate towards my Ryu will be answered and will be pacified. To those who want my Ryu killed, I am sure that I can change your mind!

I will pick up my release rate, and clear all the chapters I have missed. He he! i know that I am losing popularity, but those who are still with me, I love you guys.

Also, is there anyone who actually loves my Ryu other than me, if you do, leave a comment so that I could feel good.

He he! I am writing this when my math lecturer is solving a question.

Genres: comedy, seven sins, xuanhuan, eastern fantasy,romance, strong protagonist, devoted love interests, action, adventure, unique cultivation method, mature.

..........

Born in a clan that had been driven away from their home planet, he was forced to return and take it back with his own hands.

His aunt was confined, his mother was banished, and his own cultivation was destroyed, yet he was forced to participate in the trial.
...........

"Wasn't I giving you what you wanted?" Le Tian scoffed.
"Who... who wants to go to his house?" Wen Shan's anger was fading, either because Le Tian was right or she was too angry.
Le Tian yawned. "Big Sis wants to go back to sleep, don't disturb me. Please join your Papa Nalan for lunch."
"Hey!" Wen Shan shouted but Le Tian had already cut the line. Wen Shan put her handphone away, fuming.
But why? Why had she ended up at Nalan Chunbo's house?
What was there to discuss?
She clearly remembered the time when she had been chased out. She wasn't dumb, so why would she want to discuss anything with him now?
The first day of university was rough for Wen Shan. The first thing that happened was her getting lectured by Professor Yin, who was furious because he couldn't contact her yesterday. He wasn't lecturing her out of concern, but because he wanted her to handle a student for him because he didn't want to.
Wen Shan just stood there and took the scolding silently. How could she argue?
She couldn't tell him that it was a personal matter. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. She would rather just keep quiet about it.
Wen Shan hung her head and walked out of the office dejectedly. She looked up at Ding Junhui who was waiting at the door and sighed deeply. Ding Junhui waved something in the air and passed it to her.
"Did you get the receipts yet?"
"I told my brother yesterday. His manager brought these over, are they enough?" Ding Junhui smiled.
"Oh this is enough, this is more than enough. Thank you, Teacher Ding." Wen Shan held onto the receipts and carefully put them away. "After arranging these, all that's left is to pass them to the finance department, right?"
Ding Junhui nodded. "The maximum for a lecturer should be around five thousand. Please make sure you do not exceed that amount."
"No problem," Wen Shan said, relieved. Once she got back, she could take out all the receipts and start saving up again.
Wen Shan thanked him once again. The scolding she had gotten before seemed to have slipped out of her mind and her usual happy mood returned.
Ding Junhui looked at Wen Shan who was walking away and smiled. He then turned around and went back to his own office.
Wen Shan returned to the apartment. She quickly took out all the receipts and began arranging them. She was thinking of the money she had previously spent. Finally, she could get it all back!
Beep!
The computer's message system rang. Wen Shan arranged another receipt and opened the message tab.
 [If only time froze when we first met: So how's the new journal coming along?
Shan Shan: *Heart* Older Sister, you're still thinking of my journal? You're too nice.
Shan Shan: Recently, I met a crazy lecturer. I'm busy settling his things at the moment so I haven't started writing the new journal yet.
If only time froze when we first met: Crazy lecturer?
Shan Shan: Yeah, he really is. I'm currently helping him arrange his receipts for claims.
If only time froze when we first met: Alright. Please do not hesitate to ask me for help. ]
 "Ah——"
Just as Nalan Chunbo finished replying, he heard a loud screech. Nalan Chunbo stood up and walked towards the window.
Wen Shan looked at the receipts in her hands then checked the recorded amount. The lecturer's flight tickets and goods cost five thousand sharp. This left her unable to claim for food and lodging.
Wen Shan sprawled onto her table, looking completely defeated. As if she had given up all hope.
Nalan Chunbo thought for a moment then walked back to his table.


He was the powerful and influencing heir of B City, the merciless head of the commercial world, but the divorce papers made him lose his cool. 
“Sign the divorce papers, daddy,” said the 5-year-old boy. 
This man had the divorce papers thrown in his face by his wife six years ago, and was now being pushed by his own son to sign the papers. 
“That would make you a single-parent child,” said Gu Juexi coldly. 
“Mommy said unicorns don’t exist but men like you do,” the boy leered at his father and said. 
Gu Juexi’s face fell. ‘That damned woman.’
“You haven’t signed the papers,” the boy reminded as the man left. As usual, the door shut in his face. 
Good lord… Dad and mom are not getting a divorce and are giving him a baby brother? How worrying!

Lu Jia'er was once again defeated during this round against him, she was embarrassed. She deserved to be a pioneer in the field of setting up conversation traps for herself. 
Faced with such flirtatious words, if she refused, she would be taken as unreasonable. If she agreed, she would be taken as frivolous. So Lu Jia'er could only say, "I am not sure if I can go."
Jin Xiangdong had seen her shyness and embarrassment in her expression, but he remained aggressive. "Didn't you just promise to take me abroad to enjoy delicious food and wonderful wine?"
"I have an urgent academic paper to prepare for publication and I have to arrange all the materials for the academic research project. I can't finish either of these in a few days. It's likely that my vacation will be ruined!" Lu Jia'er said.
Lu Jia'er's words in reality were not an excuse. Although university professors on summer vacation didn't have lectures to give and they were free to spend their time as they pleased; but  this summer, she was definitely more busy than ever. The publication of academic papers was not only a summary of her own academic research results, but also an evaluation of the teachers by the university. B University was a national key university and the evaluation standards were higher than those of ordinary universities. Every three years an evaluation was made. If an unqualified person had a higher title but a lower evaluation score, they would be reduced to a lower title. A professor would become an associate professor, associate professor a lecturer, and a lecturer a lecturer assistant. The reality was irritating. Everything had changed and the university professor profession was no longer a secure lifelong job. Many professors had to work hard on writing more papers and monographs to keep their jobs. Although Lu Jia'er had no such concern since she had already worked as an educator, she hoped to consistently teach students new knowledge by constantly exploring new frontiers of psychology. In the second half of the year, she would be an adviser for graduate students. She had to set about applying for all the materials for academic research projects and seeking project sponsors. Besides, she was also participating in the AI ​​research and development department for BUA technology. In short, she would be as busy as a beaver in the future.
However, regarding her research projects and funding for the second half of the year, Lu Jia'er had her own plans. The most suitable partner was BUA Technology. So she wanted to discuss it with Jin Xiangdong at the proper time.
When Jin Xiangdong heard her reply, he slightly curled his lips. "Then I'll have to bring my family!"
Lu Jia'er face became red and she replied, "Yes, you can bring Mr. Jin!"
Upon hearing her words, Jin Xiangdong couldn't help himself as he curled his lips and stroked Lu Jia'er's hair. "Do you want to talk about BUA technology funding your academic research project?"
Lu Jia'er was astonished. Was there really telepathic connection between her and him? It was as if what she thought he would know.
Since Jin Xiangdong had actively given an offer, Lu Jia'er would not miss such a good opportunity and nodded repeatedly. " Yes. I do!"
"On one condition!" Jin Xiangdong glanced at her and said.
Lu Jia'er seemed to have guessed it and asked him, "Be your family?"
 "Says the person who is supposed to be chasing me!" said Jin Xiangdong concisely.
Lu Jia'er heard his words and could not help but glance at him. She gave a sigh in her heart. This man has too many cunning tricks!
"You have been slacking recently!" added Jin Xiangdong.
Lu Jia'er couldn't help but laugh. There were not many men who were like him, urging a woman to pursue him in this manner! He was scheming and cute. Lu Jia'er fixed her eyes on the man in front of her, then took a step forward. She stood on her tiptoes and raised her elegant neck to gently kiss him on the lips.


This is a therapeutic romance novel that mixes psychology and science fiction.

Lu Jia'er is a professor in psychology who is able to read the minds of anyone in the world. One day, she meets a special man, a legendary genius in the IT world rumored to be ugly—Jin Xiangdong.

In fact, he's not ugly, and it's love at first sight for Lu Jia'er. This is compounded by the fact that she can't read his mind. To figure out what's so "special" about him, Lu Jia'er accepts his invitation to join an artificial intelligence research team. In her spare time, she would pursue him.

She: "Can I chase after you?"
He considers for a few seconds. "It wouldn't be easy!"
She: "That's what I call a challenge!"
He gives her a friendly reminder. "Time is precious. Don't waste it."

Turns out that he was right. Not only is he difficult to chase, but he is also mysterious.

When the secrets slowly unravel, what kind of ending could it be?

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.

sorry if there no update for a while.
my college teacher orders us to make some articles and videos also some programs in place of the written exam. 
if it's a questionnaire then I can always depend on Google-sensei but my lecturer knows it and change the exam.
my writing speed is also slow as a snail so it's hard for me to write articles from scratch.
so for at least 2 weeks maybe I can't write anything.

btw, I already finish editing 1-9 if you want read/re-read it.
you also can tell me if there something I miss. 
I think editing doesn't need much time

stay save!!

What happens if Danmachi's History is wrong

This is my first novel and I will only write if I want so please be patient and kind to me

I am not a native English speaker so if you cant endure just don't read.
Google Translate + Grammarly(free)

This is a work of fiction that draws heavily upon the original source material of Danmachi. Please support the official release and know I claim no ownership or credit regarding the existence of pre-existing characters or content.

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

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

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

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