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?

“Hello, I the Goddess of Night. I need your help-“

“Shut the fuck up bitch! Do you know how rude it is to summon people without warning?”

“I- I had no choice ok?”

“That isn’t a good reason!”

“J-Just let me finish my story-“

“It’s ok. You don’t have to tell me. Just give me my god damn cheat and send me as a hero.”

“Huh? Who said anything about reincarnation?”

“Huh? Isn’t that how it usually goes in the light novels?”

“Fufufufu. I need you to serve me and spread my influence as a Goddess!”

“The fuck?”

I'm sure that as a reader, you guys are used to seeing those words from writers.

Well don't worry, it's not exactly what you guys are thinking. I am not planning on stopping writing ENDLESS MYTH. I just need to take a little distance from it. I'm facing a writer block for my original. I could have simply acted without informing you guys, but many of you supported me and helped me. So I owe you at least an explanation. 

Anyway, As you probably know, I'm writing a fanfic called THE TRIALS. For those who don't, it's a fanfic cross over with MHA as the first world. 

FRANKLY, the level of difficulty is too far apart.

For a fanfic, I already have a template. So apart from some OC, I might add, I don't really need to think about the world background and all that. My imagination flows easily. 

Writing an original story though isn't easy(not that writing fanfic is). The current arc of my original is giving me a headache. 

My expectations and reality were too far apart. At first, My writing skills couldn't keep up with my own thoughts, and now even my thoughts turn in an endless and useless circle. 

The chapter I posted yesterday really made me cringe. I knew what I wanted to do. I knew w where I wanted to go. But I was unable to write it. The final result was a chapter that really didn't please me. 

I'm sorry for all the fans who read my story. Please let me take a break from it and come back better.

Meanwhile, I will use my fanfic to train my skills. I will gradually try to challenge myself with it before slowly coming back to endless myth. I hope you understand me.

From now on, I will only post a chapter of ENDLESS MYTH when inspiration hit me. See you later guys.

https://discord.gg/se7eFBE

[The gods are alive] 

1000 years ago, the rift opened. That day, the myths came alive one after the other. gods and devils became reality.

[The gods are bastards] 

1000 years later, the world still suffers from the sequel of the rift. Walking with a valkyrie, dunking with a giant, swimming with a mermaid. The extraordinary becomes ordinary. 

Humans, the weakest, but the most tenacious races found a way to not be outclassed and enslaved. Steal and grow. 

Be it by using the power of the stars, the power of the very being who threatened them, or even the power of technology, humans never stopped trying to reach the domain of the gods. 

Follow Sol, our hero, a constellationist, as he fights, grows, and reaches the apex in this world full of myths and conspiracy.



Disclaimer: The picture used as a cover doesn't belong to me.

Notice: I will always post on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday at a minimum. I will always post more if I have time.

Notice 2: The chapters are separated in part. But each part is between 1500-2500 words on average. So each part is even longer than some chapters in other stories.

 I'm writing another story called TRIALS: PATH TOWARD GODHOOD. it's a fanfic. Go take a look.

Greetings everyone!

I've been busy editing some stuffs from the previous chaps. Not to worry, I did not change anything, just 'clean' some errors and patch some plotholes. Especially the errors my allegedly alive Keyboard did.

So... for the new readers, I welcome ya'll, for the old readers, Thank you thank you thank you~ I really feel grateful that ya'll keep on supporting me. Shoutout to Cerment_the_frog, hopefallsnow01, Jagermeister, LoudHermit and ChiseHatori and those who kept on reading my story since square one.

And by the way, You should skim the first 20 chaps for additional snippets that I added :3. I wasn't planning to add them at the first place since I'm not yet sure about the system and plots and everything I wanted to integrate into this story.


So to be honest, I didn't expected this sudden recognition, I was just casually writing stories then sharing them to the world through Webnovel. And now, I'm starting to get comments and reviews, which greatly pleases me! Please give me more of those, thank you so much.


So yeah, I had the plan to drop this novel before, during those quarantine stuffs and online class wackamoles, and yet, I'm still here, writing Vol. 2. So thank you ya'll for the support.

Anyways, since Webnovel doesn't have an open forum feature in the app which I greatly wish they are planning to add, I'll be opening this chap for any questions ya'll have in your mind, tips for my story and your ideas - Especially names, I lack the creative brain to think of names.

Oh right! Give me more of those honest reviews! I love those! They're helping me improve the quality of the novel. So feel free to leave some reviews for this novel. Shoutout to Jaxer30 and Nith_Haiah.

All in all, thank you for following the development of Defend the Queen.

How to defeat a horde of monsters?

Create an army!

How to do that?

BECOME A QUEEN!!

Set your colony, raise your army, attack monsters, eat their flesh, then evolve!

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Iziul was the youngest and the only female General of the Army of Earth year 2075 who attained the respectable rank of Five-Star.

Sadly, her high prestige was ended after being sent to her death trap by.

Waking up again, she was brought to another world quite different yet similar to Earth.

Trees were towering here as animals and insects that were seen small at earth became gigantic titans that wrecked havoc.

"Is that mothra?!?! godzilla?!?! wait! Why are they so big but... normal. Normal???

Holy Sh*t. They are not big! 

I'm just small!"

Join Iziul, as she transmigrated into a
Queen Bit and thread the path of evolution while building her army of children to conquer the world!

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Hope you guys enjoy it!

Hey, been a small while, about a week and a half, just want to say that I'm sorry? To emphasise on what this is, I'm taking a break. I have NO CLUE where this story is going and I need planning, a proper story, a possible end, and a lot of other things, but the reason why I'm taking a break is different to any of this. I write stories for my personal enjoyment, and just to let my imagination run wild, the amount of stories I've written but haven't finished is probably in the triple digits by now. I have a short span of attention and can't handle to do things for long, as if it's become a chore, which it what had become of this novel for me, and don't worry, when I come back to this novel, I'll do a burst of five chapters or something for an apology, and I know I have so many filler chapters, I'm sorry about that.

All of this is something I used to distract my mind with, it's pretty stupid how I thought that if others could make a novel then why can't I. I have no experience, I have no proper knowledge, I'm just a fifteen year old kid who is slightly creative, there's nothing special about my writing, it's just like all the other ones, except with poor release rates and an inconsistent plot line. 

If you were liking this novel I'm sorry, but there's a slight chance I won't come back, I feel like another influence on this is something I wrote for school, I just want to expand upon THAT story, because I feel that has a proper plot line, and it has some ACTUAL PLANNING. I feel like I could enjoy that more then I do this, I feel like it could be so much more interesting, however posting it would only ruin it, like I did this novel.

Even though it's only two chapters a week, I find it hard, the lone fact of that is probably what makes me a bad writer, I'm not descriptive and am honestly amazed this even had the amount of reads this has, but the site/app has become nothing but a chore for me, I used to come on here all the time and read so many fun things, but every time I come on now I just feel like I HAVE to write a chapter, and it bugs me, none of this is because of you guys, but merely my own mental impulses telling me that it's not worth it.

Once again I just want to say sorry for my laziness, and that if you were enjoying this, please find something similar, and hopefully with more chapters, you can hate me for this if you want, but hey, it's my fault anyways, thanks for the support and let's just hope that I do come back, I tend to return to things if I work on another for long enough so you can only pray.

I'll try to see if I'm at least motivated to post every now and then but it'll be rare, possibly only once a fortnight.

Sorry.

From your unmotivated, lazy, and pathetic author, Logames05

Fang mo was an unparalleled genius who was about to be recruited to the highest grade sect, the golden divinity sect, although as he knew it, just as he was about to achieve his dreams, but everything soon crumbled as the discovery of bone frames and martial spirits were found, cultivation changed for the better, many people who were considered weak became respectable people, all except fang mo, he was seen as trash by awakening a first grade yellow ranked spirit and a zero star bone frame, he cursed the gods for giving him this fate, after he was thrown into the mountains and to a cliff above the ravine on a stormy night, due to a chain of events, the cliff broke and he discovered a life changing secret that could help him change his fate and climb the ranks in this world, come along with fang mo as he changes his fate for the better!

* Orthodox Writing

Everyone knows what format a web novel is written in : Protagonist starts at the lowest point, gains a cheat, then kicks asses of various levels depending on difficulty.

These protagonists (only talking about male targeted audience) come in various types :
 01. Sword wielding ones – most popular bunch.
 02. Treasure wielders
 03. Having an expert mentors, etc. 


There are many more, and all of these are common templates, which are frequently used.


* What readers seek ?

It is a misconception that the protagonist of a story must be like an expert, who never loses, and searches for something elusive such as 'the peak of the sword' etc.

Actually, the readers do not care what kind of person the protagonist is, as they might be reading multiple web novels in a single day. What the readers search for are only three things :
 1. Authority
 2. Success
 3. Improvement

A web novel is a wish fulfillment novel, where the readers imagine themselves to be the Protagonist. This is why the Protagonist must, after a certain point, have high status in the story, success in all fields, whether academic or relationship, and a tremendous improvement compared to their past selves.

Such protagonists are called as the Orthodox Protagonists, who follow the pre-defined templates.


* Unorthodox Writing

Consider a typical scenario :

A teenage boy of sixteen pulls a holy sword from a rock, becoming a hero. Eventually, he sets off with a party of four – the hero wielding a sword, a barbarian man with a shield, an beautiful elf with a bow and arrow, and an innocent and curvy healer.

This is a common template, which has been used and refined over the years, with the hero who wields the sword being the Protagonist. The sword wielding hero will eventually seduce the elf and the innocent healer, and the barbarian man will become his best friend and right hand man (a.k.a. his subordinate).

Such web novels are difficult to write, as they have been already explored, and the readers are fed up with it.

This calls for a change in perspective.

Perhaps a story centered around the barbarian man.

Remember that your web novel must be "immersive", just like a good video game. If a novel is very immersive, then it will be hard for the readers to part with your created world.


* How to make a web novel immersive ?

01. Your Protagonist must not be a typical protagonist. In the above example, he can be anyone other than the sword wielding hero, like the barbarian man, the demon king, a merchant in the world, the king of the human world, etc.

The reason is that the template protagonists are usually elusive, and they are not much in contact with the world because of their 'mission'. On the other hand, a 'mob character' is more connected to the world, yet does not attract as much aggro as these supposedly main characters.

02. Your Protagonist must be a typical mortal.

Unlike the typical protagonists with indomitable wills and heavenly luck, your Protagonist can be a person with faults, like being greedy, lazy, or arrogant, etc.

These faults help the character to fit in the world better.

03. Your Protagonist should be affected by the world around him.

For example, if the Protagonist is a merchant, then he might hear of the hero's expedition and guess the demands in market for weapons, communication devices, food, etc. and make a killing.

Another example, if the Protagonist is a human city lord with a demon wife, he would proceed on a city expansion path to protect his demon acquaintances.
The point is, just as a hero has his quest, mob characters also have their own quests.


* Reference

The best example for Unorthodox Writing is Fang Xiang's masterpiece "The World of Cultivation".

Even the pets in this novel have their own characters and personalities, and aren't just weapons or mounts. They are just like pets in real life- we do not expect our pets to work. We only keep them because of our emotional attachment.

Need guidance, or ideas for novels ?

This is the perfect place !

Different ideas with comprehensive explainations.

Inspire yourself today !

( Yes, I know it sounds cheesy.)

Pieces of crumpled up paper littered the floor. A small apartment measuring less than 400 sq feet, the only place he could call home. Sitting at his desk Alvin scrapped yet another idea from the thick notebook that he had grown used to writing in.
He couldn't understand why it was so hard to come up with just one good idea, maybe he just wasn't cut out for this industry. The thought was a bit humbling as he heaved out a big sigh.
He didn't know what had gotten into him or why he had decided to become a writer. Growing up reading and diving deep into novels had become a bit of a habit one that had stuck with him since even after he graduated. The only people who knew what he did for a living could be counted on one hand.
In fact no one knew that he wanted to become a writer not until that day he somehow submitted a short story for a competition and it got listed. Though he didn't get first place the memory of him taking the stage to take a photograph still replayed vividly in his mind.
He had won a special prize for most creative interpretation. The competition was one where writers had to create a fictional piece of work based on a theme. Staring at his front he could still see the plastic award he received that year, more than two years ago.
Since graduating he had slowly joined the workforce just like everybody else. While his job was nothing glamorous it still could be said to be a good job. Working as a clerk in a large department store his salary was stable and the hours were fixed just what he needed for his first job. It was the reason he was able to move out of his house that he shared with his brother and parents.
Everyone was happy especially his brother who was more than eager for him to move out quicker so he could change his room. Looking at the clock Alvin stared as the hands on its face which showed it was almost eight at night. His stomach made a funny noise reminding him that he hadn't eaten yet. He'd been too caught up trying to write down the ideas in his head after work that he had already forgotten.
Turning around he threw his clothes off his body as he bodly walked away naked to the bathroom. There was no one at home and really this was the only reason a guy would want to move out. Sometimes they just liked the freedom of being in the wild just like their ancestors in the past that had survived the cold and the heat hunting wearing only a slip of cloth.
The sound of water soon sounded in the background as Alvin opened the shower. The small bathroom did not have room for a bath, not that he needed one. Running the hot water over his body his mind continued to replay the scene in his mind, the one he had been writing about.
What was more exciting than the sound of wolves rustling in woods as they chased a person on their last breath. Writing that part had been fun, only halfway he had already lost the direction he had been planning to put onto paper. Did he want the character to die or just luckily escape?
A disgruntled mumbling emitted from the small bathroom among the steam that rose into the air. It was not long after that that Alvin came out with a towel draped over his body before putting the kettle to boil in the open kitchen of his apartment.
Nothing could beat the taste of a packet of noodles on an empty stomach at least not the way he made it. Some chopped spring onions and two poached eggs was everything he needed to finish the simple but tasty meal.
Finishing putting his clothes on, the slumped figure of a young man sitting in front of a table could be seen. The constant sounds of slurping making anyone listening hungry, especially the sight of the yellow liquid that spread over the clean broth noodles mixed with the pungent smell of spring onions. Absolutely delicious!
Finishing his meal Alvin walked back to the lonely desk where he would spend most of his time 'working'. As an aspiring writer he knew that practise was the only way he could survive the cruel road to the top. Hours passed as a slumped body finally fell asleep on the table, water quietly pooling out of his mouth as his saliva created a small water bed.
Unfortunately that night was the last night that Alvin would ever spend on Earth. Outside the room the sky continued to rain bringing a downpour that lasted more than a few hours. Unusual but nothing that drew more than a brief mention on the news. However it was not an ordinary night, all over the world many strange things happened including hail in the desert.
Overnight thousands and thousands of people continued their lives only to realise too late that they would never wake up again. Nobody knew the reason for it and scientists after who studied the phenomenon could only conclude that only a small portion of the human population had been affected their state no different than a person in a coma. However this was far from the truth, sometimes could not be explained through science after all.
A blinding light seemed to approach him as Alvin struggled to open his eyes, his head still stuck in the clouds as he wondered if he had forgotten to turn off the lights again in his room. Still a dawning realisation soon displaced this thought as he found himself facing a thing he could never have expected.
A long tentacle of light that was see through reached out to wrap his body as it slowly brought him closer and closer to the middle of the room where a strange thing was happening. Glancing around him he could see he was not the only person in the room in fact hundreds if not thousands of tenctacles like the one that wrapped around him struggled with bodies like him. 
It was only now that he could hear the muffled voices of those around him as they tried to escape the same scene. His mind remained blank and only one thought kept replaying inside, he had to escape!
Activated by fear his mind seemed to turn quicker than normal as he tried to figure out a way out of his current situation. That was also the moment he remembered that he had one way left, his hands moved quickly to try and reach his pocket as he struggled to take out a pen he always carried with him. 
A desparate glow appeared in Alvin's eyes as he stabbed down at the tentacle that was wrapped around his body. The consequence of his action seemed to have little effect, nothing more than a pebble thrown into the sea. 
For the first time in his life Alvin had an abnormal thought, he didn't want to end up as food for the monster that was dragging him closer and closer to the center of the room.
His eyes stared at the pen in his hands that had gone through the tentacle of light without any result. The struggle of wanting to live and dying a strange death played in his mind. Without turning back, he decisively stabbed the pen towards his neck.

By some miraculous twist of fate a failed writer finds himself in a world he never expected to exist. However he has a system? And he is in a baby's body!? 

What is exactly going on?

"Theo, you decide," Said Megan giving him her evil glare with a cold smile.

Theo looked at Sophia and Rose and saw the exact same thing. Evil glare with a cold smile.  A cold silence fell on Theo, it pressured him to his core. His heart was squeezed and his throat was choked.

"Umm can you stop with the glare, it kinder hard to think when I feel deaths grip. Well how's about we make this a group project" Said Theo


"Go on" Said Rose



"From what I know you guys are highly respected within the community but I think you guys are just stepping too far out of your ability but if we do it together there shouldn't be a problem" 


"What's that supposed to mean!"  Said Megan angrily 


"Okay, first of none of you have a single bit of knowledge when it comes to hacking. I could teach you but I'm gonna be busy for the next few weeks. So here's my idea. We write the story from four different views. Three of them will be victims of misused power. That's you guys by the way. The fourth one will be the hacker who runs into you guys characters or knows of your problem and helps you. I'll write the hacker point of view. Get creative with the trouble they experience. Our novel will most likely be along the lines of a thriller but we can fit in some romance if you want. What do guys think, wanna try it?" Said, Theo 


The girl's eyes were showing a visible twinkle before they started shaking violently and shouted "Yes!!"


Sophia being the original fan of Theo's writing excitedly grabbed his shoulder and said seriously "please consider giving up on being a star and become a full-time author"


"errm Nah, I'm good but if it makes you feel better I do have a few fairy tale stories that I have in mind to publish" Said Theo


"Okay, but please don't cast away your talent" Said Sophia desperately


Theo nodded and looked at the other and said "Okay let's go downstairs and begin planning our story"


They sat on the circular table planning out their story with snacks and leftovers from last nights dinner. They spent 4 hours planning before Rose and Sophia had to leave to pick up their kids from school.


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Pov Theo


The whole way through our planning I could sense Megan giving me the evils. I was pretty certain it's because of the kiss. It might seem surprising but with [Serene Heart] I can understand peoples emotions to a certain degree. During her glaring stare, I felt a mix of emotion that consisted of anger, love, worry, fear and frustration.

So as soon as Rose and Sophia left I decided to make my feeling clear as it's not fair to allow her to continue suffering from her chaotic emotions because of me. I've read that it can really damage a person's mentality if it continues I also have to do the same for the others although their emotions seemed to be more stable compared to Megan's.

Waving goodbye to Rose and Sophia I close the door behind me and stare deep into Megan's brown eyes. 

I grabbed her hand gently and say "We need to talk" 

Her face turns red as she nods in agreement. I then dragged her to the seating room where we sat on the big sofa facing each other.

"About the kiss, I'm sorry. . ." I said 

Megan clearly misunderstood and shook her head while replying "No it's fine it was an accident" 

She then pulled her hand away from mine but I grabbed it again.

I've seen this type of thing happen in a lot of animes, movies and shows but to think it would happen to me. Well, I won't allow the misunderstanding cliche to happen.

"No it wasn't an accident *Sigh* I'm sorry because I kissed you before telling you my feelings. The truth is I've known how you felt since our last week in England so once again I'm sorry for always ignoring how you feel. I don't expect you to forgive me but can you let me get a few things off my chest first" I said 

She nodded quietly while her eyes began to build up a thin layer of tears.

*Sigh* "Okay, Megan I like you but your not the only one, I also like Rose, Sophia and Liz. This is probably the worst confession you'll ever hear but I just want to be honest and have you not be blinded sided by how dumb my actions are in the future" I say with a shaky voice

Megan tears continue to flow as she threw a fit "You asshole! I've waited so long for this moment and you ruin it by mentioning other names. You piece of shit" 

She then threw a punch directly at my face, I accepted it without the slightest thought of moving. It landed on the square on my mouth causing a cut to appear on the lip. 

She then grabbed her fist in pain and said "You bastard how's your face so strong. You had me thinking you were dense but no you were just coldly ignoring me. I should beat you dead for how you treated my feelings, you big Idiot but I must be a bigger idiot cause all I want to do now is forgive you"

She then threw her self at my chest and continue to cry. I wrap my arms around her, letting the tears to be soaked up by my shirt and hope to calm her down.

 All I could hear was her sobbing and her quiet mutters "Asshole. . . bastard. . . ."


About 5 minutes later she stopped crying and looked up at me from my chest. I give a warm smile and lower my head to plant a kiss. Nothing fancy or lewd it. Just a simple touch of the lips that had a lasting effect on me. I sneak my tongue passed her lips. my actions suddenly become instinctive 

I would like to think I'm a natural but from a third person point of view, I probably look like I'm trying to eat her face. We stop for a breather before staring vacantly into the eyes of each other.

I try to continue but Megan's hand came out of nowhere and blocked my attempt and said "We will continue when you make your feeling clear to the others, Okay" 


I smile in response and say "Yeah, you're right but are you really okay with this?"


Megan shows a sad smile and said "No, but the reality is you're going to be the biggest star the world will ever see maybe even be the richest. So the chances of there being only one woman for you are slim so I might as well take a spot while I still have a chance"


I hug her tighter in my arms and say "I'm sorry"

She shook her head and said "It's fine but can we stay like this for a little longer"

 I then lean back on the sofa with her still in my arms and cuddle like a normal couple just talking to each other.

Warning: Harem, system, slow-paced, CRINGE and system with a bad personality. 

This has been dropped. This is my first novel which had a lot of problems from the pacing, power scale and grammar. Read knowing that it has no end.

To be a star is a simple Idea but to turn a boy that's been secluded from Society into one is much more difficult. Even if you took on his body you still felt his anxiety, insecurity and more. It's slow but worth it.

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Authors Note: The novel you are about read contains strong language and some vivid sexual content
 
The Mc is beta at the start as he is a character that suffers from anxiety due to his upbringing. Although it did take 23 chapters for the Mc to show visible growth that's just due to my naturally slow pacing.

Don't expect too much, especially since this is my first time writing a novel. It's also best not to take seriously as I am just writing for fun and to just something to do on my downtime 

This novel will share a lot of similarities to other novels that I particularly love and mostly because I lack originality but it will be in my style.

UPLOAD SCHEDULE
Tuesday, Wednesday and Saturday

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.

　　After an unperceived amount of time, he woke up once again.

　　Yet again he felt disoriented, and a feeling of panic slowly started creeping up on him once more. However, this time, he quickly suppressed those feelings. He knew that once he let himself fall into panic, he would once again grow tired extremely quickly. He did not know why this was the case, but he could feel the tendrils of exhaustion slowly trying to get a hold of him already.

　　Even thinking such simple thoughts caused him to grow increasingly tired. He quickly tried to get what he knew in order before he succumbed to sleep once more.

　　He knew he had been on a tight schedule, finishing his software by double-checking the code so that he could send it to the company the next day. Being a programmer was hard at a time when AIs could write most of the code by themselves, and the only way to earn a living was to constantly come up with new, creative ways of using the coding language, to differentiate your software from those of the AIs.

　　Creativity was the only field in which AIs had not been able to surpass humans… yet.

　　He remembered being extremely exhausted and anxious while working, when he suddenly felt his heart beat at an irregular rhythm. He felt a sudden sharp pain start in his heart as it clenched tightly, then the unbearable pain shot up, through his spine, and he felt his consciousness start slipping away.

　　He felt death approach him.

　　He could not even make a sound.

　　The only thought in his head was, "Am I going to die? Just like this?"

　　He had not known his parents, for he was an orphan. With no relatives to speak of, and because of the immense societal pressure, he had had to start doing part time since very young. Due to always being preoccupied with putting food on the table and paying for his own education, he had extremely few and distant friends, and as for close friends, he had none. Of course, it was self-evident that he had never been in a relationship of any kind.

　　As his life up to that point had flashed before his eyes, he only found himself in school, university, and work, without any rest at any time. It was understandable why he would feel that life was unfair, trivial, and worthless. As though he had served no purpose, made no impact on anyone or anything.

　　The only feeling he had felt before his consciousness had left him, was indignation.

　　Just recalling what had happened previously had already taken up all of his mental strength. He could no longer keep himself conscious. As the bindings of fatigue fully coiled themselves around him, he once more slipped into a deep slumber.

　　When he next awakened, he no longer felt as disoriented as the previous two times.

　　He quickly got to sorting out his thoughts, for he knew that time was limited, and he had to figure out as much as he could before he succumbed once more to whatever was impairing his stamina so severely.

　　He tried to figure out what had happened that had caused him to suddenly undergo a near death experience.

　　After a while of deliberation, he came to the conclusion that he had most likely had a heart attack due to a lack of sleep, exhaustion due to over-working, and severe anxiety over many days. He suddenly felt concerned about whether he still had the job or not, whether they would still pay him for the software he had made or not, whether all the time and effort spent on programming for that software had been in vain or not…

　　No, he should not think in such a manner.

　　He knew that it was a miracle that he had survived, since he had not been able to make any sound to call for help, and almost no one knew where he lived, much less visited him. But after coming to this conclusion, he was even more puzzled.

　　Why couldn't he open his eyes? Why was he cramped in such a confined space? Why was being cramped for such a long time not uncomfortable? Why did the air he was breathing seem to be so viscous? Why did he have such a low amount of stamina? Why did he not feel any hunger at all?

　　Why?

　　He was far more confused now than before. Getting his thoughts in order had not helped at all. He also still had no idea for how to escape his current predicament. He was far too weak to be able to break through whatever was confining him. He did not know what the future held for him.

　　Was he crippled or disabled in some way due to the accident? How much would it cost to cover the medical fees once he was cured? Would he ever be fully cured?

　　No.

　　Stop.

　　He forcefully stopped himself from thinking.

　　He knew his thoughts were going in circles. Worrying would not do anything helpful in the current situation. He was powerless to do anything, and he had to accept it.

　　His ability to stop his thoughts from going awry was one of his strong suits. He had trained himself in meditation when he had started getting overwhelmed with work during high school, and that had come in very handy on a daily basis since he had been able to relax through it.

　　He let all thoughts fade away from his mind, as though uncovering a veil that he never knew was covering him.

　　Then he let that thought fade away as well.

　　He started progressively going deeper and deeper into nothingness as he let his perceptions slowly fade away layer by layer.

　　After a long, unperceived amount of time, he felt calmer than he had ever felt. Suddenly he felt as though there was a slow and steady warm current washing over him, the feeling was almost imperceptibly faint, but he had felt it. And the moment he noticed it, the slight amount of deviation of his focus caused the feeling to instantly disappear like a phantom.

　　As soon as that faint feeling disappeared, the fatigue struck him so strongly that he immediately lost consciousness.

==Author's Note==

　　Hello everyone, I'm Shaptarshi Joarder, but you can call me Jovian.

　　I hope everyone enjoyed the start of the story.

　　I'm planning on making this story a very long journey where everyone can follow alongside the MC as he lives his life filled with fun and adventure. This story, while it will still have the occasional dark scenes filled with intensity and intrigue, will most of the time strive to be something to help you relax. It is meant to be a lighthearted but very interesting and fun to read story.

　　This will be my first time writing a story, so I implore everyone to leave comments, both with things I've done right and (especially) with things I've done wrong, so that I can learn from my mistakes and grow.

　　Constructive criticisms are most appreciated.

　　That way the quality of the story will (hopefully) grow along with my ability as a writer.

　　P.S. I have very little programming background. I'm a Financial and Business Economics major, not someone who's part of any of the IT fields. All programing related aspects of the story will be written while taking massive creative liberties.

　　Now then, I wish for everyone to have an awesome day/night, and happy reading! :)

This is a story about the adventure and fun-filled life of the first magus in a world that only knew cultivation. Join his journey as you experience his joys, horrors, excitement, indignation, and triumphs. Watch him grow and change along with the people and places that he visits. This is a story about life in a world filled with fantasy and majesty. This is the story of the primus magus.

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