Writing prompts from me to you. I personally cant write well, might aswell share ideas.

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

Gun-Ho was having a beer with Jae-Sik at the security office in his company. It was all dark outside.
"You used to be very active in the literature club when we were in high school, and if I remember correctly, you also participated in making our school newspapers."
"Yeah, I did. After graduating from high school, I went to college in Seoul and majored in creative writing. It was not one of the top universities, but I had a good life at that time because I could do what I enjoy doing."
"That's right. I think I heard that you studied creative writing."
"I even won the annual spring literature contest after graduating from college, which was held by a newspaper company in a province. At that time I felt like I could rule the world. I wanted to get a job in a newspaper company, but I found a job at a publishing company instead."
"So you got a job where you can use what you learned in college and that was also what you liked to do with your life."
"As you know, a publisher is different from a factory like here. It was a small publisher with only three or four employees and it wasn't doing very well."
"Hmm."
"However, that publisher was publishing a few bestseller books at that time, so they could pay me even though it was not much. I met my ex-wife there too."
Jae-Sik's voice started shaking when he talked about his wife.
"Have some more beer."

"Sure."
Jae-Sik sipped his can of beer before he continued to talk.
"Did your wife work at the same publisher?"
"My wife was a poet. In order to make our livings, we both worked at the publisher as a freelancer doing proofreading and editing."
"Hmm."
"So we hit it off when we met. I was a chief editor at the publisher at that time. Unfortunately, the company could no longer find a good book that would generate enough revenue. Any subsequent books we published were sold less than 500 books at a maximum."
"Does it cost a substantial amount of money to publish a book?"
"Our company usually published foreign books. So it cost more than 10 million won to do the translation, editing, design and printing work."
"Wow, it does cost a lot."
"That company eventually had to close its business. I couldn't find a job in the field afterward because the publishing industry wasn't doing well at that time. So I made a living by doing editing. However, I don't know what happened to me; I guess I had to stay in the field doing editing even though I wasn't making much. But, instead, I opened a deep-fried chicken restaurant with a loan."
"Hmm."
"I put about 100 million won in that restaurant business including its premium. However, the restaurant strangely suffered from the beginning. Moreover, my wife became testy because of the customers who were rude and loud, and sometimes they harassed my wife, those low-lives."

"Hmm."
"She would have been able to take some stress that arose from the business if we were making good money. However, the business was suffering, and we were pressured by the creditors to repay the loan, on top of those abusive customers. My wife couldn't take it anymore. You know people who write like a poem, they are more sensitive than average people."
"Did your wife invest her money in the restaurant too?"
"She did. She took out the money from her credit cards here and there and invested 20 million won in the business. I also used my credit cards in addition to loan from a bank and put about 40 million won in the business."
"So, you started the business with your own cash of 30 million won."
"I had a severance pay of 5 million won that I received from the publishing company's president. He literally cried when he gave it to me. And I borrowed 10 million won from my mother. I used those 15 million won in addition to my own cash—another 15 million won."
"The debt was too high compared to your own investment fund."
"The debt grew like a snowball and we were behind our rent. It was that time when my wife eventually suffered a miscarriage of a baby; she asked me to divorce her."
"Whew. I had similar life experiences. You had a harsh time."
"I haven't heard from my wife for a while. She must still be suffering financially because of her credit card debt. She is probably having a hard life doing editing work."
"Hmm."
"When I eventually closed the deep-fried chicken restaurant, I was left with a debt of over 50 million won. I suffered for quite a while by the creditors before I became a person with a bad credit score."
"Why didn't you apply for rehabilitation?"
"I did. With rehabilitation program, I was supposed to pay off debts according to a payment plan provided by the court. I was paying a certain amount of money to the court every month for several months until the accident happened."
"An accident?"
"I was doing the editing work, but when I couldn't get enough work to make a living, I got a job in a delivery company. I think I worked there for about half a year until the accident. I was delivering a package and I had to make a quick delivery, so I made a U-turn where I was not supposed to do and then I hit a car that was coming from the opposite direction. I crossed the yellow line to make a U-turn. I guess something happened to me that day to cloud my judgment."
"Hmm."
"I am not good at physical work since I have always done office work like writing and editing. Moreover, I had a bad credit score. So it was really hard to find a job. I saw Jong-Suk working with machines and doing welding. He looks great. I know I can't do that kind of work."
"So, you have 50 million won debt in total?"
"I have been paying for the debt until now. I think I have 30 million won left by now. Oh, I talked with the general affairs manager the other day about it. He said I would get paid 1.6 million won per month, and I can take the amount of basic living expenses out of it before it is seized. I think I can save some money then."
"Saving money?"
"Yeah. My rent is paid by the company, and I can have my meals at the company. So, I think I can pay off the debt after ten years working here."

"Right. The biggest expense that the people who don't make enough money is the cost of the rent. The people who don't have money have to pay for rent, and the people who have money receive that rent from them. That's the current economic system we are living in. Consequently, the gap between the rich and poor is getting bigger. Ten years are too long for you."
"Well, it is still hope. It's a good thing that the debt is shrinking instead of growing. There is one thing that bothers me a lot though. I collected some funds from our friends from high school to make an alumni directory book. I couldn't make it happen even though I really was going to make it."
"People don't make those types of directory book nowadays, do they? Many people don't want to expose their real address."
"I know. So I was going to enter their e-mail address instead of physical addresses with phone numbers. I started collecting the necessary information and writing some stuff already like the history and path that our school took so far and news from our friends, etc. I still have the writings with me. It will cost 2-3 million won to complete it but I used that money to pay my rent because I was about to be evicted. I became an animal to our friends."
Jae-Sik eventually burst into tears.

This is the story of a poor young man whose poverty even shreds apart their family willing to climb his way through society and into the top. A very realistic novel that moves away from fantasy and sci-fi and focuses solely on the issues of society and life.

Sound suddenly vanished around him, plunging the world into an eerie standstill. Everyone stood frozen, their expressions remaining in the fragile timeline with them. Objects, and vehicles, and even the wind succumbed to the same static fate. A chill rolled into the young man's spine.
 "You've done well, not talking too much," a familiar voice said. Mortem manifested a few feet in front of Clyde. The young man's eyes widened. Mortem smiled then said in a sing-song voice, "ta-da!" The creature inspected Harumi and the others, nodded, then turned back to Clyde. "Through the power of friendship." The little man laughed. 
 "Oh fuck off," Clyde snapped, his face burning of embarrassment. "Which one of your masters is behind this joke?"
 "Beats me," Mortem said with a shrug. "Look, puny human, I'd love to stick around and hold your hand like a whittle baby-waby, but I'm just here for a quick check-up. I have no intention of stopping the timeline longer than it needs to be."
Clyde noticed that the red aura from before wasn't around the creature. Red aura…almost like a hostile enemy. He analyzed Mortem. 

[Entity unknown. It is imperative not to engage this creature. Let the meaning of its name be your hint.]

Mortem shook his head. Suddenly the most excruciating pain sent Clyde to his knees, holding his head, screaming. An impossible headache which felt like boulders smashing against his skull threatened to incapacitate the young man. He fell to his back, convulsing. 

[Your HP has dropped to 10%]

Just as quickly as the pain came, it vanished, then Mortem was hovering over Clyde's face. 
 "Next time, I won't be so lenient when you analyze your better. Remember the saying, don't shoot the messenger. Well think of it backwards. And my fingers are quite twitchy."

[Your HP has been restored to 25%.]

Clyde stood up, but still stared at Morten with defiance in his eyes. He wasn't going to let a cheap trick like that cause him to act like a pansy in front of this creature. That's what he wanted. Clyde still felt the fear deep within his gut but did his best to keep it at bay.
 "Anyway," Mortem said, "you've passed the checkup. It may be a while before I come back but do try to be past level fifteen or twenty—you're embarrassing me. The Viper will wipe the floor with you if you goof off. Take your school and friends more naturally and seriously and you'll probably earn more experience." Mortem shook his head. "Damn puny humans. Annoying. The lot of you. Sheesh."  The creature shimmered, vanished, and time returned. 
Clyde dropped to a knee, gaining the shocked attention of the others surrounding him. Harumi knelt to his side, closed her eyes, and chanted, her delicate hands pressed against his chest. She gave him a worried look upon when she opened her eyes. 
 "Healing wave." 
The warmth breathily surrounded him like a coat then he felt vitality return to him. 

[Your HP has been restored to 55%. Your HP is slowly restoring over time.]

 "You were fine a moment ago," Toru said. "Kitome hardly put a scratch on you."
Kitome gave the nonchalant rich boy a glare of daggers. No effect. She harrumphed anime girl-style then pinched his cheek. Toru stared back at her blankly, which seemed to make the blue-haired girl angrier. 
Clyde shook his head, let out a breath, then stood.
 "Thank you," he said to Harumi. He forced his thoughts to remain in check. He totally didn't notice the nearly-adorable glistening eyes the pink-haired young woman gave him out of worry. That's what he told himself. "So, we're doing this thing at eight, right? And you too, magical girl?"
Toru snickered, then put on a blank expression when Kitome looked at him. 
 "We were going to wait at my place," Harumi said, but seemed to regret her phrasing. Clyde wasn't dense but didn't care. He knew what she meant. If it wasn't for Toru's blank expression, he would've cracked a risky joke. 
His phone buzzed. He struggled to hold his laughter at Chika's joke about a certain history teacher, but a slight snicker escaped him. He cleared his throat. 
 "I guess I'll see you at eight." Everyone stared at him. "What?"
 "We're headed the same way," Harumi said.
 "I've got one more stop," Clyde lied. 
 "Shall we go with?" Kitome said, soliciting a glare from Clyde. 
 "I can do without the chaperone," he said.
Somehow, Harumi ended up shopping for supplies with him, despite Clyde's protests. Toru explained that certain things such as medicine, foods, and drinks could restore health on the spot. As much as the guy annoyed him, he had a point. Too bad that reminded Clyde about the printer. He needed to find a way out of this situation and fast. His answer didn't take long to appear.
A familiar redhead girl blabbed to a guy in a suit with a voice that made him want to melt into his happy place. A happy place with waffles and bacon and sushi and—Clyde shook himself out of the trance. To think the charisma girl had an effect so far away. He analyzed her.  


Name: Melody
Level: 10
Type: sweet talker.
Relationship: utter hatred. 
HP: 100% 
MP: 100%
Stats:  Relationship isn't high enough. You better hope this girl doesn't decide to kill you.
Special abilities: Relationship isn't high enough. And it will never be. Try having sex with her? Hahahahaha, yeah right, kid. She'd chop it off. And it may be the only way to fix this relationship. 
Skills: You know, you could always program me to just display what's necessary. Masochist. 
Magic abilities: see above. Idiot boy. 

Clyde was reaching his limit with the sassy prompts. Hell, they were starting get creative with their rejections. A little too creative.  
 "I'm not dealing with her again," Clyde said. "That charisma is too much."
The young man watched as the suited man handed the redhead a wad of cash, eyes moved with false joy.
 "Let's confront her," Harumi said, grabbing Clyde's arm right as he mustered the energy to step back outside. 
 "I'm just going to stay out of the way."
 "You!" the redhead pointed at Clyde and then laid on the dramatics, radiating a wave of nearly unstoppable charismatic energy. Clyde wasn't sure if this was how charisma actually worked. "That's the man who was really mean to me. Embarrassed me in tears."
Three large, muscle-heavy men started toward the young man, eyes full of mania. Clyde quickly analyzed them. 
Common street thug.
Level: 14
Type: enemy of the city.
Work under: Your hostile detection isn't high enough for this nor do you know the information to fill this in. So yeah.
Special: Your hostile detection isn't high enough for this. A pity.
Resistances: See above.
Secret: Your hostile detection, luck, and will isn't high enough for this. A Shame.

Extremely deadly murder-crazy thug.
Level: 35
Type: enemy of the city.
Work under: Your hostile detection isn't high enough for this nor do you know the information to fill this in.
Special: Ha. Ha. Hahahahaa. See above. [Just a warning…you may want to run.]
Weakness: See above.
Resistances: See above. You're dead. 
Secret: Your hostile detection, luck, and will isn't high enough for this. 


Snuggly-Wuggly Teddy Bear shop owner.
Level: ???
Type: Honest merchant
Work under: Your hostile detection isn't high enough for this nor do you know the information to fill this in.
Special: See above. Kind of feel sorry for this entranced guy. 
Weakness: See above. 
Resistances: See above.
Secret: Your hostile detection, luck, and will isn't high enough for this. 

Clyde attempted to flee again, eyes widened in both horror and confusion, but Harumi held onto his arm. 
 "Let me go—I'm not trying to die here," Clyde said.
 "Come 'mere ya punk," said the murderous guy. "We're going to fuck you up. Blend ya, ya here. BLEND YA!"
The cashier cried something frantically over the phone, Clyde assumed had to be the cops. 
 Harumi stood her ground, raised her other hand, while holding Clyde's arm. 
 "If they kill me, I'm haunting you," he said to Harumi. His heart threatened to blast out of his chest. The thugs continued forward, grinning, and wiggling their tongues at the pink-haired girl. 

[Harumi has activated Refresher!]

[Enemy status effects removed x 3!]

The men grunted then gave confused looks.
 "Why in the hell was I about to beat the shit out of some kid? I need a drink. Come on Bernie."
 "Let me join you two," said the Teddy Bear shop owner. And just like that, they were gone. 
 "Let's get going too," Harumi said. "That stupid girl got away."
Clyde's heart dropped. Having a menace of that magnitude on the street was just too fucking dangerous. He needed a way to prevent himself from getting sucked into that charismatic AOE (area of effect) or he'd be either broke or dead. Or worse: both. Clyde secretly vowed never to die broke.

--- Extra tags: Satire, Adult/Mature, Monster girl(Monster girl Encyclopedia kind), Fiction/Satire/comedy (I.E. Not to be taken seriously).

By the will of unknown deities, Clyde is swiped from Earth and tossed into an anime world. He’s the declared the Stone aka main character. One day, he must kill the Viper, the antagonist. Too bad things aren’t exactly as black and white as that. The Stone is something much more…
This world and its inhabitants are real. It’s another dimension with a lot to explore.

This is the story of a young man’s evolution from college boy of Earth to godhood and beyond. The challenges stand ahead of him:  demons, monster girls, crazy yanderes, even a girl with maxed charisma. He never thought he’d ever see a magical girl…

A story of comedy, action, and going from weak to completely unstoppable. He is the system disruptor…

In a world where tropes are present, anime girls falling in love so easily, and city-wide issues intertwining with the main mission, Clyde must level up power and his mentality, RPG-style. He can no longer be that earthling. He will learn… whether he likes it or not.

Someone who breaks systems…Feared by the gods…




~A lover of character development lover! 


Warning:
 Episode 7 and beyond contains and ramps a lot up on sexual content, including scenes. You have been warned.  This is not for the faintest of hearts! There are also monster girl quest references in here too. Once again, fair warning. Think about that before entering.
You now know what you're getting into...
[Recommended for those who know of the Monster Girl Encyclopedia] 
--Heads up: this develops into a Harem (and eventually they'll end up as his wives. If that's not your thing, this is your head's up.) 
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Hi everyone... I'm Nim,the author. First things first, I would love to thank you'll for stopping by. I am a rookie in this writing world. Sorry if you're getting bored but I thought a little self introduction would be good. 
This is my first and foremost writing gig. So please.. please support me and my work. This is actually the best platform for new cookie like me to show my work. I was encouraged by my friends and teachers to write. They were impressed by my essays which I used to write during my school days. They used to tell me that my plots and themes were creative and imaginative but now all that matters is your viewpoints and opinions. My grammar is weak so please bear with it. I don't know why but as I'm writing this I'm feeling very nervous.... I would happily accept any type of reviews and feedback..
Now moving on to the novel,
This novel is not like the sterotypical one. Unlike other novels there are no one night stand,r*p*,ship wreckage,ex and ofcourse the famous stepmother and step siblings. This is mainly about the growth of the charecters both individually and together. There is a lot of passion and affection involved here. There's a hint of spiciness with lots of faceslapping moments and.... heat ;-) ;-).. Well no story is complete without some bitches and we have a few of them here accompanied by a bunch of mad dogs... 
I'll be using a lot of Chinese references even though I'm not a Chinese because why not you know going with the flow. So, please don't get offended. Many things here are going to be imaginative.
I hope this novel can bring some positivity and joy in your lives and ease your tensions. I'll try to update it as much as possible... but I can't guarantee anything because I'm still a university student.
Aaahh I thought I will eventually leave this stupid thoughts of mine till here but the word limit is too much so I'll introduce you'll to the charecters-:

1. Irene Tan - She's our 23 year old female lead. A breathtakingly beautiful intelligent woman with a high IQ of 190 is the heiress of the Tan Corporation a multimillion dollar company related to fashion. She also owns various high class stores and started her own brand named BLISS... She's a mystery as no one has ever seen her.. Though highly pampered and loved by her family, she's very down-to-earth. She enjoys living a normal life. She can be alluring, bewitching, gentle, playful, foxy, cold and terrifying depends on which situation she's dealing with.

2. Zhao Neil - The devilishly handsome CEO of the Zhao Conglomerate,the richest and the most powerful corporation of the country. A genius in technology. He is 25. Those who mess with him will suffer his demonic wrath. Though he keeps to himself, he's a very sensitive and caring being. Will kill anyone who will touch the people whom he love. And yes.... he might be a beast in you know where... ;-)...

I hope this little insight will keep you'll intrigued. Let's enjoy this novel together.. Thanks again readers...
Love XOXO
Nim.

She is a bewitching beauty who lures everyone in a mysterious way. A kind soul who brings joy everywhere she goes. But BEWARE..... If you dare mess with her, she will show you her cold and foxy side.

He is the most successful and powerful CEO of the country. Though young, he is rough and strong who stays to himself. He is devilishly handsome but has a sensitive and caring heart.

The cute little bun is loved by both of them. He is their strength as well as weakness, a weakness that makes them more stronger.

What will happen next? A strong woman meets a powerful man. A cute kid. Faceslapping scenes. Power Couple. 
Let's embark on a journey together to see what holds in the future for them.


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I'm a new cookie in writing world so please support me. I would happily accept reviews and feedback.Thank You. And this story I've posted in other novel and comic reading writing app too( just one app).. So please don't get mistaken because I'm that same person. The entire story is my own point of view.

Warning - There are some violent scenes(like sex, fights and killing) and a lot of mature dialogues. Content suitable for 17+ readers only.

The cover is not mine. There might be some grammar mistakes so please cope up with me. Please give this novel one chance. I'm sure you'll will like it. Thank You.

After I visited Arina, she started going to school again. That's a good thing because she still have a lot to catch up on.
Before our Professor in Creative Writing left, I received a text from Arina to meet her in the garden saying she has something to tell me. It must be important.
I went to the garden and  I saw her at sitting on the bench looking so gloomy.
"Arina, what's the matter?" I asked.
She looked up to me with tears welling up in her eyes.
"Ellie." She broke into tears when I hugged her.
I gently brush my hand on her hair to comfort her. She's really odd these past few days. She's being moody and overreacts on the simplest things. She also gained some weight.
Last night I told her that she gained some baby fats and she got mad at me. Very unusual of her.
"What's wrong?" I asked again.
"Ellie, I'm pregnant."
The last two words she said hit me like an asteroid hit a planet and it broke into pieces. It deafened me like a loud thunder.
"What? Why?" I asked in confusion. She doesn't have any boyfriend and since we were in high school, she's been admiring Josh.
Josh.
"Was it Josh's?" I asked absentmindedly.
"No, no. I was..."
I waited for her to continue. Her hands are getting cold and trembling. She looked at nothing particular but her eyes are filled with so much fear.
"I can wait if you are still not ready to talk--" she cut me off.
"I was raped, Ellie."
It feels like my physical body and consciousness got separated.
--
I became more careful around her because of her condition. After she told me that, I always get a call from her every night. She's always crying, telling me she can't bear it anymore and she wants to end it. I always answer that it is okay and it will be alright.
I asked her about the details even though I know it will be hard for her. She doesn't want to report it to the police because she said she can't trust them.
Like adding fuel to the fire, it became the hardest for her is when her parents didn't believe her and disowned her. She only got a week to stay in her dormitory and she have nowhere to go. I can't have my parents' support over this matter because they didn't like Arina the moment they knew what happened to her. They even blamed her for being careless.
Drat it. Society really sucks. Why do they always blame the victim making them feel worst? I hate it.

The language learning course which tested the ability of the students' minds to read, and comprehend a certain text, acknowledged the variety of literary pieces across the world, expressed one's sentiments, and viewpoints through creative writing, and gave up a speech to the public with a required self-confidence and charisma had conquered the class of Yeats.

"English Time!" a classmate exclaimed.

"Ugh. Why on earth..." Noah said, lying her head onto the armrest.

The teacher had arrived with her male student who assisted her to carry on her stationery materials and left afterwards. 

She expressed her warmest greeting to the class, "Good morning, everyone."

"Gooood Morningggg, Ma'am Rhea," the entire students responded in dullness, deliberately prolonging the words.

"Again, good morning, Yeats."

"Good Morning, Ma'am Rhea! We are happy to see you today!"

The teacher nodded, and commanded them, "Okay, you may now take your seats."

"So Yeats, in this period, we would be having an activity, and I'm sure you would definitely love to hate this one."

The students plastered a counterfeit grin on their faces as they listened to their teacher's introduction. It looked as if their incoming task would be an "easy yet a lazy job" for them.

"You will be composing an original poetry! Isn't beautiful? A form of art of regurgitating all your personal experiences, feelings, aspirations, and showing off your ideals and visions of the world around us by using a piece of paper and a pen. What lies ahead of our future? Who shall be the one to pass this on for the next generation. It's only you, the young ones. As our beloved national hero, Dr. Jose Rizal quoted, 'The youth is the hope of our nation'," Ma'am Rhea Azuela dramatically spoke, and her fists were firmly closed.

Everyone groaned with the exemption of Ma'am Rhea whose energy was trying hard to somehow radiate the entire classroom.

"Hmm... Okay, you only have two options: To create or not to create. My role as a teacher is simply taking down of your grades and morals in your report card. If you want a failing grade, why not? I'll give it to you. Other than that, what does youth always say? You only live once, eh? So, I won't stop you from not submitting your requirement," Ma'am Rhea shrugged.

"Anyways, for those who wished to conform to the task, listen up. Before you start writing, I would love to give a bit of a background about our today's lesson. I'm sure most of you familiar with them. We've known different lyrical poems, epic poems and etcetera. Now, I'll ask you. What is haiku? Anyone?"

"Just give me a gist of it."

Students were staring at each other's eyes, and no one dared to speak. Few were looking at the white board. Most were avoiding an eye contact from their instructor. Some of them were gaping at the outside of the room. Ma'am Rhea whined and continued.

"Guys, you have to talk. Remember, this is an English class. You have to hone your communication skills. How are you going supposed to learn if you don't utilize your mouths? Ha? Come on. No answers are wrong in language. It's more on thoughts and ideas that we should express. You should be engaging more on interaction. And pretty please, let's help each other out. Don't leave me hanging guys, Okay?"

"Now, any thoughts from this group?" she asked, looking at the first row. Ma'am Rhea was about to choose her lucky victim when one of her students raised her right hand, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss? What do you think? What is haiku?"

"May I go to the comfort room?" the wench replied.

Some of the senior high students were retaining their soon-to-be-bursted laughter. Ma'am Rhea sighed, and said, "Yes, you may."

The young lass stood up straight, and said, "But, If I am not mistaken, haiku refers to a five-seven-five syllable count in a one three-phrase stanza. It is also originated in Japan."

"Again, thank you for your permission, Ma'am."

The schoolgirl went to the school comfort room, leaving the entire class in amusement. Ma'am Rhea snapped her fingers to get back her little ones' focus.

"That's my girl! She got it right. Finally, someone saved you from danger, eh?" the teacher cunningly grinned, and the student were then relieved. 

"And since this is a surprise activity, you need not to compose a haiku. Still, it is included in your quarterly exams. Instead, I challenge you to write a poem. Freestyle. Whether you want to have your piece that consists of a rhyme, or a regular meter. It's up to you. Make sure it has three stanzas. Do you understand me, Yeats?"

Dassah lifted up her hand up, and called, "Ma'am."

"Yes, Miss Dassah?"

"What would the topic be about?" the student asked.

"Hmm... Good question," Ma'am Rhea nodded, and began considering a great theme for her class's written poetry. Suddenly, a brilliant idea popped up. She smiled and responded to her student.

"It should be based on your personal experience. For example, your bonding with your family and friends. Maybe you want to write about your life as a student, and whatsoever. The sky's the limit."

"So, any questions?"

The class replied, "None."

"Okay. You may now start. And please let me check your composition before the bell rings whether it is done or not. I'll give a plus point and a secret award for those who could create a finished piece," Ma'am Rhea announced, and sat down on her chair to relax her voluptuous legs.

"Ma'am, what is the reward?" one man asked.

"It won't be confidential anymore, if I'll tell you, mister," she said.

The students proceeded writing on their mandatory art work. Creative juices were flooding up inside of their right brains. Tearing papers were echoing everywhere in the section. Loud mental groans from every school teens dominated in the class. Frustration mixed with determination to make a possible masterpiece were obviously transparent on their hopeless faces. Dassah who eventually ended her write-up stood up from her armchair, and submitted it to her English teacher. 

Ma'am Rhea was impressed, and took her ample time to read her three-stanza poem. As she perused Dassah's work, she smiled in delight.

"Miss Quinn."

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"I have a dumb question," the instructor said. She glanced at her unknowing student in mischief, and continued her talk.

" Are you in love?"

"NO WAY, MA'AM," Dassah yelled at her teacher. Her classmates instantly shifted their gaze at the two. She became flustered, and softly spoke, "Umm... Sorry, ma'am. I was just shocked. But, no, I am not, ma'am."

"And what makes you think that I'm uh..."

Ma'am Rhea replied, still smiling, "In love?"

Dassah slowly nodded in embarrassment,"Uh-huh."

"It's just my assumption. It seems the message of your poem conveys about a clichè romance like this love at first sight kind of scene. Ah. Reminds me of my first young love,"  Ma'am Rhea Azuela said, feeling the nostalgia of her past teen era.

"And, what's even more interesting is that I instructed you to have a poem that talks about your life encounters." Dassah's teacher continued.

"Then, I thought I might be wrong, so which is why I asked you."

Dassah again nodded as an abiding servant, and the English teacher spoke again herself, "So, mind if I ask you the story behind this piece of yours?"

"Um... Sure, Ma'am. But, it already says it all," Dassah said.

"It's basically this. I met a guy at a convenience store, and I did not forsee anything that we would see each other for the second time around. And for me, I was happy it happened for the both of us."

Ma'am Rhea could no longer hide her squeals, and let it out without any reservation.

"Oh, ignore my giggles. The story was too cute. But hey, Miss Quinn. This is your prize," she commented, and gestured her to move closer. Dassah came near to her instructor in obedience.

"You'll present it to the other class."

"Ma'am?!" Dassah exclaimed in terror.

"Shh... Don't tell anyone," she warned the young lady.

"But, but..."

Ma'am Rhea smiled, and said, "You may go back to your seat, Miss Quinn."

Dassah heaved a sigh of defeat, and move herself back to her armchair.  Floating her countless regrets of submitting her poem, the young lady had enough of the trap, and let the situation sail by itself.

Dassah Quinn had left no choice but to stay with a perfect stranger. Yearning for someone who would help them get out of trouble and leave the olden storage room is her gleam of hope. 

In the course of incarceration, Dassah unexpectedly entailed herself in a scheme of discerning the nondescript man, One One.

I didn't want to write this. I really didn't. I'm delighted that my loyal readers gave this book a chance anyway even though it's different from what other novels are like out there. But, I am going to cancel this novel or update slowly. I tried very hard to persist by writing more chapters. But I can't. I lost my direction and creative voice.

It's NOT the reader's fault. It's my own. I love and appreciate all the feedback and comments given. Readers are allowed to offer opinions and critiques. I praise those who do. It's very insightful and thoughtful. 

The reason why I chose to give up is for two reasons. I lost my direction, meaning that it's not coming out the way I initially wanted it. The reason why is because I felt that since my story is different, I took a risk, which all authors do. We take risks. 

But unfortunately, I changed and re-wrote this story twice because I tried to make it good. But I didn't follow my initial instinct because I was afraid of what people may think, which is my fault for overthinking in the first place. 

Now, for the second reason. I am comparing this book to my first one. Now, it's challenging to grasp attention as a novice writer with no experience. But my first book, "Daughters of the Elite," FAILED the first time. It flopped. Badly. I went in and re-wrote it. 

NOW, it has a million views, hundreds of comments, and dozens of reviews. I never thought it would reach that audience since it's not contracted. But it did, and I'm happy and thrilled! 

The second time I wrote it, I received collections and votes quickly. I struggled at first, but my audience multiplied, once the word spread. My synopsis grabbed people, and I didn't enter any competitions because I didn't like the fact that people had to pay spirit stones. UGH. The amount of money I spent on this app because of 1000+ chapter novels. 

I hated the spirit stone system, so when I began writing, I wanted my stories to be good and free, but the issues are none of my works are promoted for that reason. 

I didn't gain a cent writing DOTE, but it's OKAY. I write these books for fun, but in the end, I know when to stop if it's not doing well. This book is not doing well at all. Which, again, I am not hurt by it that much, because I have book three that keeps me going. 

Before publishing this book, I received many requests and comments about how people were excited about book two, and I feel like I failed you guys. It's mysterious for sure, with some intrigue. But it's not what people want. 

Book 3, however, is anticipated. Now, I already began writing the book, and there are no struggles with it so far in terms of plot writing. *Hopefully* but I should drop this one. I persisted with DOTE; I failed on this one. I'm sorry. 

This book is about love that is thought to be lost but regained over time. 

NOW! I might complete this novel!!! However, updates will be unpredictable. It could be once every few days, maybe once a week. I am focused on book three. 

I really do like writing this book. But again, not many people like the idea of this one, of course, as you readers being the wonderful exception. 

I will be deleting this chapter in 24 hours so I can proceed with new chapters. But again will be mainly working on book three:

...

BOOK THREE:

"A SONG FOR A SUMMER'S NIGHT" 
 
[Release will be in one or two weeks]
Tags: Romance; Arranged Marriage; Forbidden Romance

Song Luli is a sharp-tongued, bold, and reserved young woman who unexpectedly becomes the new successor of her father's company—Song Entertainment—right after her older sister abruptly disinherits herself. 

Song Luli, now the heiress of a large company, soon receives word that Song Entertainment is crumbling in the business world, and to secure her position; she must marry Long Jie, a wickedly handsome heir of a conglomerate, who is bound to duty and responsibility. 

Long Jie is a handsome, ruthless, and calculative young man who destroys careers or makes them, and he is known to be frigid by rejecting every offer for a suitable match. 

But he picks Song Luli. 

On the terms of marriage, they agreed to never fall in love, to never think about the possibility as they dedicate their time towards their jobs and families. Marriage benefited both of them for the sake of power and to survive the turmoils of High Society. 

Watch as the budding romance blooms between two stubborn and cynical individuals who share more in common than they want to admit, learning more about what it means to be married, and battle the power struggles that they face, together. 

Meanwhile... 

Song Luli's cousin Su Xiang is an aspiring doctor devoted to her job and inheriting the legacy her mother built. She is the heiress of Song Pharmaceuticals, but when her older adoptive brother returns from four years of Medical school, she must confront the blooming feelings she harbours for him. 

Until next time, and hopefully, I succeed.

What happens if the person you thought you hated the most turned out to be the one who loves you ceaselessly, unconditionally, and passionately? 

Status: Completed

...

Xue Guangli was a young woman who followed her mother’s legacy; she won’t marry to get above her status. She will earn it. 

However, when a tragedy struck her home, she lost sight of the things she wanted. 

To get her life in order, she must regain the classy legacy she left behind, find the real suspect of her mother’s killer, and pave a way through the challenges thrown at her. 

But when it comes to her mother’s murder trial, Xue Guangli is forced to get help from the man she hates the most—Long Huojin. Long Huojin is an achingly handsome and devastatingly perfect successor of a large conglomerate, but the two never got along. 

Xue Guangli hated Long Huojin for most of her life—so much that when he looks at her, she can hardly breathe. 

Long Huojin, on the other hand, secretly pines for Xue Guangli patiently waiting for the day she’ll let him in. 

***Novel Completed at Chapter 70***

——

“Her eyes dropped to the hollow of his throat, to the bob of his Adam's apple. Her gaze lingered and stopped at his mouth, at the seams of his lips. It hadn't occurred to her what it would feel like to taste them.” 


Keywords: Male Lead; Female Lead; Romance; Crime Drama; Strong Female Protagonist; Respectful Male Lead; No Prolonged Misunderstandings; No Sexual Assault; No Evil Sisters; Detailed Smut; 18+ 

——
 

Other Works: 

Daughters of the Elite (4.8)
A Song For a Summer's Night 

Art cover isn't mine. Will remove when asked.

I am not that pleasant to the eye. I have these forever tiny pimples that take shelter on my face. And I think I have gotten big over the years of stress-eating. 

This guy in front of me does not think so though. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Or maybe he is just making fun of me and this is some kind of prank he is trying to pull off with his jock of a friends. I have seen this guy and he is the new member of the basketball team of Moordale High. I have not known him that much, but I know the basketball boys were assholes. 

This guy standing in front of me is a sophomore and it sucks that he is taller than me. He has brown curly hair, black eyes, and frickeled cheeks. And I think he is pleasant to the eyes, too pleasant. 

/"I was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner later."/ 

Too straightforward to even be believable. I look boringly back at his eyes, which showed nervousness. He glances at something behind my back. The jockholes look like they are snickering. 

I grab the books from my lockers and look back at him.

"Trust me, you don't wanna be like them." I walk away from him and towards my first period. 

You see, the basketball players at my school hate me. They hate me for accidentally finding out their secret. I never meant to intrude but they were just not that careful. That's why they left me alone, sadly my proof was shattered by them, my phone, and now I had nothing against them. Just kidding, I backed it up on my laptop. I am not that fucking stupid. One more dirty move, and their parents will know that their precious innocent sons are actually not that innocent anymore. 

Wednesday is the best school day. Creative Writing is first period. And I love the subject. And I get to be with Atlas in the same room. 

I quickly go to my seat and write my thoughts and feelings of the day. Mr. Harrington has this idea of writing down what we are feeling and I don't know for what purpose. 

/I think I will be fine./

He has not yet arrived. I roll the paper and put it in the box of his table. 

I turn to my seat to find Atlas already sitting and writing down on his paper. He is 7 seats away from me. He is in front while I was at the back.

In no time, the students filled the room and Mr. Harrington started his lecture of the day. I listened to him properly but my mind keeps bringing me back to what happened this morning.

/"Your mom is coming here tomorrow, please clean your room."/ I hear my dad's voice. It was not my mom, coming to the house, that was bothering me. It was my dad. Sure, he changed. But everything was awkward at the house, he is always early for work and arrives so late. He does not look at me when he says something. We don't eat together. It's like we are two strangers living in the same house. Like housemates that are supposed to get along. We don't get along. He barely even talks to me. It has always been like that. I was always the one initiating the conversation when we eat together, which barely happens. I tell him about school and he would reply with words that are blank and I ask him about work and he'll say it's okay and the conversation ends.

/I think I will be fine/ I snap out of my thoughts and look back at Mr. Harrington who has started reading the rolled papers. 

"Whoever you are, remember that it gets better. Your day might have started badly, does not mean it ends badly, do something fun, something you want to do. It's a bad day, not a bad life." Mr. Harrington was good at motivation and making students feel better. I wonder why isn't the guidance councilor when he was better than Mrs. Yuan. 

"I beat off three tim..." the class is in hysterics, including me. "Now, what did I say about this stuff?..." He rambles on and on about the use of language and then continued to read the other papers, which of course, had plenty more unclean contents. 

I look back at Atlas, whose back I can only see. He is laughing along with the class, his broad shoulders bobbing in the process. 

He is good at poetry as well. He is good at everything he does. He is this perfect student, this perfect jock, this perfect son, this perfect boyfriend, but he will never be a perfect friend. 

Suddenly, I am so angry. Angry at him. Angry for what he has done. Angry that he gave up on our friendship. Angry that he blamed me for his parents separation when his parents actually had reunited and stayed a perfect family in town. Angry that he did not even reach out and try to recompense. Angry that he chose to be friends with assholes. Angry that he is unattainable. 

And I am angry at myself, for not being able to let go. For messing things up. For not being able to save my parents' marriage. Angry at my mother for leaving. Angry at my mother who has built a new family and they are probably talking and not awkward with each other. Angry at my father for cheating. Angry that he isn't proud of his faggot of a son that he could not even talk to let alone look at. I am angry that I chose him. 

I am angry at myself for being the way I am. I am angry that as I sit here, my eyes blinking back tears, looking at Atlas' back, I realize that I am jealous of him. That I have always been. And I hate it. 

"Mr. Jones, are you okay?" I look back at my 6'4 teacher who is now standing in front of me. I know all eyes are on me. They are probably looking at me weirdly, including Atlas. But I don't look at any.

I clear my throat.
"Um, yeah... I am okay sir."

I will always say I am okay.



/Even when it is obvious that I am not./

Summer is in love with Atlas. Atlas likes Summer, but no, not in that way.


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It's pretty late now, —for everyone else, not for her—she hasn't gone to sleep yet. She has too much artistic and creative sense that she stays awake most of the nights.

She often thinks in that way of rubbish thinking, just to feel better. Actually she knows that's not true. She can't sleep because she's got an insomnia. 

When she was in high school, she used to be one of those people who tends to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. As a grown-up, she is someone who has a hard time trying to fall asleep at night. 

It's a waste of time to try to fall sleep so she does something —something to relax or something useful — during those hours. She reads. She paints. She writes. She listens to music, often classical and slow rock .

And, tonight, she feels like reading every bad critique review online. She was pretty sure that isn't making her relax. Instead, that's making her tense and making her more and more obsessed with that, with every passing minute.

She is even reading the tabloids. Normally, only literature sites and international news sites write about her works. And now the tabloids are writing about them—a lot are criticizing ruthlessly.

They've got on her nerves, and she's started muttering her feedbacks. 

"Woah...they think it's so easy to write a bestselling book!" Why don't they write themselves then?

"What?!The love scenes are as if written by a robot?!" What is so bad about robots? Robots are the best.

"What?! Hannah Lee seems to need an actual experience to write romance?!" No. She doesn't.

They are evening telling her what she should and shouldn't do in her personal life. What do they know? it is pretty absurd to date someone in real life to include a few romance parts in her books.

"I am a genius! I can make up theories about everything...including so-called love." Everything is about technique and structure. Love is a psychological trick.

Let's take a break for a minute, her mouth is getting dry for shouting her egoistic opinions consistently. She gets up to drink a glass of water.
 
Getting back, she continues to scroll through the tabloids. Out of the blue, a news suggestion pops up. She's already read the title unconsciously before trying to close the news.
The title is bolded and the font is huge. It says;

"A Certain Male Celebrity Running Along A Beach, Totally Naked!!!"

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