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


"This sucks!" I utters to myself.
 
I watch the rain dropping beautifully from the sky into the school ground. I am sitting on the very back of the class beside the window, my usual spot in our classroom. Like the others I am also a back bencher person. By the way my name is Anna Marie Marcelo; both my parents are certified farmers. I have 5 siblings, 3 males and 2 females. I am like the only one studying right now so I have the opportunity to do whatever I like without anyone bothering me since they are all busy back in our province. Like any other middle class child I also feel that my life is so boring and worthless.... not until.
 
"So boring." I sigh as I play with my pen on my hand.
 
Our teacher in Creative Writing is discussing in front yet my mind is occupied by the thoughts of how my life went upside down. 
 
"I wonder, how is everyone doing back at home?"
 
As a kid I always thought that my life is so boring for being so normal and simple yap that is how my life is, a province girl. Yet, now that I have found out about my real identity and lived the life I just imagined before, my mind seems to get weary on the thoughts of the problems I had encountered and experienced, and remembering the ONE person that made it hard to adjust I smirk with a soft snort of distaste.
 
"Tskkk yah THAT stupid jerk. He really pisses me off. Just remembering his face is making this day even unpleasant." I said in distaste as I clinch the pen into my fist as if all my anger is centered to that poor pen.
 
I then give off a deep sigh as I continue to watch the dropping of the rain on the ground. The sound it makes seems to make me feel at ease. Then my chain of thought starts to run wild into my mind making me reminisce that what have happened to me the past months.
 

Every one of us must have watch or read any fairy tale books in our entire life. Fairy tale story like: Snow white, sleeping beauty and our famous Cinderella. It must be great to live in a rich life where everything you want is given or provided, a life with servants at our disposal, and a life with a handsome prince charming ready to save us. But.....THIS certain story is not like any fairy tale story we had read and watched. This story is about being brave, being you and being who you want to be.

Anna Marie Marcelo is like any normal college girl who dreamed of a fairy tale like life but ends up accepting the reality that she is a farmers’ daughter and that’s just it. This made her study hard and work harder for the dream she wants to achieve in the near future. Together with her friend Margie Rose Domingo, they both face the reality of their boring, normal yet contented life.

A sudden change happens to Anna that causes a stir into her normal life. She will find herself wearing gowns, expensive dresses, and high class jewelries and dine in the finest food chains. Meets handsome but arrogant princes charming. Almost like a fairy tale story….a Cinderella story, but THIS is not a fairy tale story THIS is HER story.

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!!!"

This is an interview of the Author of *Handsome CEO's Darling Wife*
Mu Feng: Hello Dearest Readers, I'm Mu Feng, miss me? Today I'm going to introduce you to our Happy-go-lucky Author. Today she's here with us to increase our interest in this novel. Dear Author, please say 'hello' to your loyal readers.
Flow07: Hello my Beloved Readers. I thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my novel.
Mu Feng: I also thank Dear Author for creating my character.
Flow07: My pleasure.
Mu Feng: So first question to our Happy-go-lucky Author, why do you use such a pen name?
Flow07: Flow actually was created from my name Florence. My thinking flows like water and I love water. So with my name and thinking process, I started to fancy the word 'Flow'. And 07 means the month of July, my birth month and my favorite number.
Mu Feng: Oh, how creative! Is that why my sister Lan Lan has her birth date on July 14?
Flow07: Yes.
Mu Feng: Okay, next question. Is this the first time that you are writing a novel?
Flow07: Actually, when I was a kid, I used to write poems, basically about my family and relatives. Then, in middle school, I started writing long stories with no particular rules, so those works can't be called novels. And this is the first time I'm writing professionally.
Mu Feng: This novel that you created, what is this about? We read the synopsis, but please explain elaborately.
Flow07: Basically, it is about Hua Lan who becomes Mu Lan in the future. From the time she is born, her life is full of mysteries. Even her ex-lover Li and new lover Mu don't know that history thoroughly either. Many of us think what's so good about history. The present is more important. But I think, your past makes who you are in the present. So it's definitely important. Hua Lan's present is like that because of her past. From the time she was born. And no one knows it except me (Hehe). We'll get to find out sooner. As the time will pass she will unfold all the stories behind her as she will know and we also will get to her past.
Mu Feng: So the powerful Mu isn't your main target?
Flow07: Not really. If it was then I wouldn't tell my Readers about the history of Mu Family in the first place. The intention of telling them about their history is because it is not that important and it is something that the readers needed to know. But it will play an important role in the future.
Mu Feng: Thank you for giving my family a little importance.
Flow07: Of course I will. Mu has two major characters after all.
Mu Feng: Does that include me?
Flow07: You will find that out soon enough.
Mu Feng: *Cough*cough* Okay next question, will this novel drop?
Flow07: Absolutely not.
Mu Feng: At first, the chapters were about 500 to 800 words. What made you write 1k words in each chapter now?
Flow07: It was because of my incompetence, lack of skill and lack of experience. Now I know how much I should write. And I'm still learning.
Mu Feng: How many chapters will be there?
Flow07: 500 chapters or more than that.
Mu Feng: Our Beloved Readers found some spelling and grammar mistakes. What do you think of that?
Flow07: I feel awful when I even think of that. When you read something and find some silly mistakes, it's totally annoying. As an Author I'm ashamed. Though I check after writing, sometimes it just misses my eyes.
Mu Feng: Some Readers are thinking how my big brother and sister Lan will match up.
Flow07: Did I say anywhere that they will match up?
Mu Feng: What do you mean???
Flow07: What I mean is patience is a great virtue.
Mu Feng: Author, please. Don't give us a heart attack.
Flow07: All I can say that this novel is not a tragedy. I dislike tragedy.
Mu Feng: 'Sighed in relief' Thank you, Author. Next question, you created three new characters which took you two days. How can Readers judge them?
Flow07: Webnovel is a platform for Writers as well as the Readers. Writers can write whatever they want. Readers can read and critique whatever they want. The new characters are something which is very important to the end. When I started to create them, not only I had to think of their behaviors or body structure but also their family background and history, also their connections with lead characters. I know my Readers will love them.
Mu Feng: About the love scene...
FLow07: It will happen just the way my Loyal Readers want. But it will take time.
Mu Feng: About the mature content, your tag says 'violence'. What about it?
FLow07: It will come almost in the end, but before it comes, I'll ask my Readers, how they want the scenes.
Mu Feng: And the mysterious President Li...
Flow07: Just wait for the right moment.
Mu Feng: Heartless. Suddenly your writing drastically changed and you edited previous chapters. Why is that?
Flow07: As a newcomer, I can't catch many things like a Reader does. So I tell my Readers to criticize my writings. It's of great help. They make me realize my mistakes. I'm really happy about that. To me, criticism is always welcome. Also one of my Beloved Readers told me to read Ding Mo's novels. In August, I devoted myself to reading her novels and I fell for the characters, the stories, the chemistry. I thank that Reader of mine. Really. It was of great help.
Mu Feng: Is there something you want to tell you, Readers?
Flow07: Of course. As a newcomer, I'm inexperienced but my Readers read my novel without any complaints. It is the greatest joy to me. You have no idea how much it means to me.
Also, I have Readers in the USA. I heard about the Hurricane Florence. Though I have no idea why they gave such a destructive storm such a gorgeous name, but my deepest condolences to those who suffered.
Your comments, reviews, and votes are my greatest inspiration. Thank you very much for supporting me. I'll keep writing. The next novel will be related to this one. Don't forget to read it.
Mu Feng: We'll gladly wait for the new novel. Dear Readers, let's stop the interview for today. Keep asking new questions and we'll be back with those questions in the 200th chapter. Till then, please read our story and support my big brother and sister Lan Lan.
Flow07: That's cheating...
Mu Feng: Bye-bye.


"You're the moonlight that lights up the night's darkness~ 
You're the rain that patches the dried up lands~ 
You're the breath that keeps my heart alive~" 

"Haha, hubby, you're becoming better at flattering me" 

"As long as it is for you, I can become better at anything you want, my dear wifey." 

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 

While running away for their lives, she sacrifices herself to let her beloved escape. Hua Lan wakes up in an unfamiliar, luxurious room to find that she's unable to recall anything about herself. Learning that information regarding her existence is wiped out and that she needs to be cautious of the people out there to get her, Hua Lan starts a new life with a new identity. 

Surrounded by her dotting, handsome husband and his loving family, Hua Lan (now Mu Lan) adapts herself to her new life. But now in her dreams, she can hear a girl whispers: "Until you say 'I love you', I'll keep our memories shut. Farewell, my love." 

Mu Liang knows that there is something mysterious going on around her. She got a mystifying background and perplexing capabilities. But he doesn’t care about who she was in the past and why they keep attacking her. All he can think of loving her, cherishing her, locking her up so that she will never return to her past. Because he knows that he won't be able to live a moment away from her. 

They are trying to figure out the mystery regarding Hua Lan. But she needs her memory back. The best doctor cannot understand why she cannot remember anything. 

However, looking at a pair of cruel eyes, her head hurts. Since she cannot regain her memory, they have to choose another way to solve her puzzles. But what will she do after she regains her memories? Someone and some people have to get some face slaps. But who will get the slaps? And who will be able to laugh in the end? 

***This is a story about a girl who fights for herself and the people she cares about. She will try to find out who she is after losing her memory and people around her will help her to solve the mysteries around her. 


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Book series: 

1. Handsome CEO's Darling Wife 
2. My Wife is a Goddess: 99 Secret Kisses 
3. Lost Happiness 
4. The Cobra

Another book:

My Beloved

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Daeva after bumping with Juno, she thought that her behavior wasn't so nice. But when the school bell rings, she snapped out of it and went to her designated room for her subject. Daeva is a fourth year college student in Literature and Creative Writing. She thought of becoming a writer to write literary pieces based on her experiences. Also, she thought that becoming a writer would allow her to have a small chance of interacting with people.

When she was about to enter her room, her Professor bumped into her. Mrs. Sanchez smiled at her. Daeva greeted her good morning and Mrs. Sanchez greeted her in return.

They both entered the room and Daeva sat at the second row. Mrs. Sanchez greeted her class and began discussing a lesson about her subject. She kept blabbing in front while Daeva glanced at the window. She caught a glimpse of Juno who's about to leave the school gates. As she follows Juno with her eyes, she began to feel a sharp pain at her left forearm. She didn't bother looking at it, she knows that it's currently bleeding so she just pulled her black sleeves lower. She returned her attention to her discussing professor and listens to her.

A couple of subjects passed then Daeva's lunch break arrived. She quickly ate at the cafeteria before going to the library. The school's library was enormous. It's also where the book club is rooming. Daeva is a member of the Book club and happens to be a good friend of Kevin, the Book club's president. When Daeva came in, she found Kevin fixing books that weren't returned to the proper shelve. She just picked up some books that were left at the tables and did the same. There weren't too much people in the library for now so she started casually chatting with Kevin.

"Hey Kev, you seem frustrated... What's wrong??" asked Daeva.

"Student School Council Vice President...She destroyed my morning." said Kevin casually.

"What did she do to you?" Daeva felt curious.

"Oh nothing...She just shuted me out... refusing to do some student council duties...or simply take the proposal and leave it to miss President's table... That's all..." Kevin replied.

Daeva didn't asked further what happened...But then, she felt like the person who she bumped with earlier at the hall way was the Vice President.

"The Vice President, was she the campus belle I keep hearing about." Daeva asked.

"Hmm? Yeah, that's her...Why, what's up?" asked Kevin as he finished arranging the books.

"I think she's the pretty blonde girl I bumped with this early morning. She wasn't really polite." Daeva said as she scratches the area where she felt pain while staring at Juno.

Kevin saw Daeva scratched her forearm right bellow her palm. He looked at Daeva with malicious intent. His lips curved up at one side. He then grab Daeva's hand and brought her to the school's clinic. Daeva didn't resisted and just followed Kevin.

The nurse was currently out of the clinic so Daeva's forearm can be treated. She pulled her sleeve up and let Kevin treat her wound. Kevin cleaned the blood off and covered it with bandage. When he was done, Daeva thanked Kevin and they came back to the library. 

There, while Daeva was waiting for her next class like Kevin, they decided to read a book. Daeva picked a random fantasy book while Kevin opened his laptop and read about demons.

"Let's go home together later and just order pizza for dinner, what do you say?" Kevin offered to Daeva.

Daeva just nodded, it's not very often that they go home together. Daeva and Kevin are roommates and oftentimes, Daeva gets home first before Kevin because of his club president duties.

Almost an hour have passed and Kevin closed his laptop. It's time for his next class, Daeva still have over half an hour before her next subject so Kevin just left her. When Kevin left the library, the atmosphere in the library became gloomy. Anyone who's in there felt uncomfortable, some left but some ignored it. Daeva is feeling a bit irritated but what can she do? She can't get rid of them...never...

Daeva kept reading until its just 15min left before her next class. She stood up from her sit and returned the book into one of the shelves. She felt a hand caressed her cheek and hear a chuckle. Daeva ignored it and left the library.

When she's out of the library, she can feel that someone ran "its" fingers on her hair. Her mouth was twitching, slowly forming a malicious grin. She covered her mouth with her hands, then, she took out a face mask from her pants's pocket and covered her grin. She went to her next class as if nothing had happened.

She still have 2 subjects left for her to survive. Her 3rd subject for the day passed as if it was a filler chapter of her day. Nothing very interesting occurred nor the class. But on her final subject of the day: Creative Writing, the class was given an activity and that is to write a poem. The poem have no specific theme but should be rhyming.

Writing poems weren't a problem for Daeva at all. She doesn't limit herself when it comes to writing and its subject. She writes what's in her mind and what she feels. They we're given an hour and when they were done, they are then dismissed. Daeva finished after 30min, she's always the first one to finish. As she passed her work and leaves the room, her professor Mr.Wilson gave her work a read.

Trigger

Young ignorant little girl,
Your heart is a black pearl.
His tongue hungers for you...
He will dye your silk a red hue.
Do not dare taunt him further
Beware, his claws are no feather.
You can't produce what he desires,
He shall come and take his prize.
Do as the old men say,
There is a price if you disobey;
Outgrow your childish ways
Or he who you shall face!

This is a collection of different stories but all told by one person, Daeva. A mysterious young woman who's always very reserved and isolated from everyone. You may approach her like anyone else but beware...

This is a horror/suspense story...please read with caution. You might not be able to sleep at night with lights off and open doors and windows.

Staying with Eva certainly wasn't boring. On the first night they were at her house she insisted they were going to burn through as many Disney movies as possible so Hazel would know who all they bothered standing in line to take pictures with. 
She hadn't realized her lack of knowledge had been so apparent. But Eva wasn't unkind about it. It seemed more like she wanted to share something fun that she liked than she thought Hazel was crazy for not knowing before. 
Most of the movies were pretty cute. Exactly the sort of things kids tended to eat up. 
Hazel had enjoyed it too once upon a time. Her parents used to put those types of movies on for her and sometimes even take her to see them in theaters. 
She used to wish they would play movies while she was in the mental hospital. But after meeting Will and hearing all of the amazing things there were to know about the real world, the fictional one hadn't appealed to her as much anymore. 
Besides, once she got out her uncle wasn't the type to allow children's movies in his house. He didn't like the slightest bit of noise indicating she existed most of the time. That was the only reason he supplied her with minimal art supplies. 
Drawing was always an effective way to shut her up. As she went back to school and was able to check out books from its library she tried to draw the things she read about. There were even some guides on how to draw that helped her a lot as she tried to improve. 
Hazel spent the remainder of her elementary school days and most of middle school as well refining her technique. She was so absorbed by all there was to learn that she had no interest in friends so it wasn't like anybody other than her uncle would have taken her to the movies either. 
When they weren't watching movies, Eva wanted to hear more about Hazel's life. There really wasn't much to tell leaving out her juicy past. She was a pretty boring person. 
Talking about her art was a fairly safe topic. She mentioned that she had been interested in it basically her whole life so it was the obvious career choice even though people advised her against it. 
Everything had worked out in the end. She landed this comic job, which looked great on her resume. And after that she ended up married to someone who was willing and able to buy her all the art supplies she could ever want. Will had kept his promise quite well even if it was later than she had hoped. 
Getting here had been a rough road though. Her uncle didn't support her dreams and refused to pay for her to go to art school. He had barely acknowledged her when she got a scholarship by buying her a school sweatshirt. 
All of her high school teachers (except the art teacher) were against it too. They thought she was wasting her brains on a field that wouldn't pay well or offer a consistent job unless she decided to be a graphic designer. 
Hazel didn't want to spend her entire life creating lifeless things for other people. She refused to go down that road, even if it meant picking up a bunch of odd jobs to get by. 
Graphic designers didn't have any sort of creative freedom whatsoever in her mind. She needed to be unrestrained and free in her art or she felt choked. Even working with a finicky author like Eva was far superior to making logos all day. 
The nice thing was that Eva understood how she felt about taking the easy road. She could have gone to grad school to become a social worker like every other psychology major she knew because it was the 'smart choice' with that degree. Social workers, like graphic designers, were in high demand. 
But she was one to take the road less traveled by. If she went back to grad school it would be to specialize in the very specific field she wanted and nothing less. 
She had told Hazel how she ended up where she was now, in what her mother called 'a career dead end.' Yes, she was working two jobs and didn't have the most glamorous lifestyle but she made enough to do fun things every so often like their trip in Florida. 
The point was that she was doing what she wanted and didn't feel a rush to change that. Hazel could respect that. 
What she was less fond of was that Eva's interest in true crime and serial killers was because she was genuinely intrigued by criminology. Her eventual goal was to work for the FBI as a profiler. 
Wanting to catch people like her parents' killer wasn't the part she was upset by. It was how she consumed countless amounts of media about serial killers and other famous criminals and helped perpetuate sales and popularity for those things. 
It was people like her who kept the market for such grotesque things open. Those she truly despised—the people who capitalized on other people's pain by writing books picking apart the sick minds of killers—made money off of people like Eva. It was why they kept doing it. 
She had seen the book on the Bay Area Blade that had largely inspired his inclusion in that docuseries in a stack on the coffee table. It had taken all of her willpower to keep her mouth shut about it.
The series had already started airing and Hazel desperately hoped Eva wouldn't want to watch it while she was stuck here. She wasn't sure she would calmly be able to explain why she couldn't bear to watch that crap. 
Three days passed and there was no sign of the snow letting up back home so she would have to stay here a while longer. That show aired on Sundays and it was Thursday now. More than anything she wanted the airport to be cleared for travel before then.

“I’ll marry anyone who will take me!” Hazel declared loudly. “I don’t need love!”

“Get down!” Will hissed. “You don’t know what kind of people are lurking around in here! Talking like that might get you killed!”

==

Hazel Dixon thought she was putting her troubled past behind her. But when the person she thought she trusted most betrays her, she loses her head and proposes to an entire bar full of strangers. 

Enter Will Sheffield, a charming stranger who decides to take her up on her offer to save her from herself. 

He spoils her rotten without expecting anything in return and Hazel's confusion only grows. She doesn't know why he is acting this way. Or why he reminds her so much of the 'dangerous' childhood friend she thought was gone forever...

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.

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

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


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

"…sitting behind is care, but no effort left is there to share."
                One of the girls the room definitely recites her poem the least emotion. That last line tells everything why. Almost eight students have been called in front, and so far, their language is flawless. Most of them must have been to a state of America or Australia, but the Asian accent still finds its way to be felt between their words. Everyone is expectant to be called as Mr. Hwang once again stands in the middle of the front aisle.
                "Thank you Karen. And for the last presenter, let's have…"
                I can feel his intention to call on me. The willingness in the faces of my classmates is not strong enough to overpower my intimidation to be called in front. And without a doubt…
                "Marcus, please recite to use your poem that we may have a glance of who you are."
                Everyone is, once again, clapping at this new student who is the most foreign of all. The mere minute left for me to write has not given me enough time to artfully word the obscurity of my gender.
                Amidst the overflowing fear to be hated, I stand before these new faces who have no clue who is about to speak to them. South Korea is known to be one of the most conservative nations of this modern world, and what I am about to tell them will definitely alter their view—and to which direction, I am not sure.
There is a heart that beats
Covered by skin and muscles inside my chest.
For all, it works to provide life.
For some, it pumps to keep themselves alive.
For few, it throbs for someone else's love.
For me, it beats under my chest
Still unsure of which it for exists.
                I anticipate my speech to end in silence, but the burst of applause tells me that they did not grasp the hidden message that lingers with those words. They may have been amazed by the integration of elements in writing a good literature, but their focus to that makes me upset because the essence of my poem has not been savored accordingly.
                Nonetheless, Mr. Hwang's eyes whisper a message of understanding and worry. This gesture explains how much competent he is for this subject because he has the ears and eyes to discern.
                I thank the bell for ringing right on time. With that, I have a plausible reason to escape from the hook of everyone's attention. I rush to grab my things from my seat and pretend to take my time putting them back to my bag. I should feign being slow to buy them time to leave the room.
                "Marcus, your poem is substantial and creative." Mr. Hwang compliments when everyone has left the room except me.
                "Inside you is a poet whose composition is destined to be heard. To be written in just few minutes, your poem is just great."
                "…and brave." A third person's voice cuts my conversation with Mr. Hwang.
                His subtle movements make I and Mr. Hwang believe we were alone in the room. Nonetheless, there sits the tall guy whose desk is opposite of mine. But the growing pace of my heartbeat is not caused by his presence, I assessed. It is his comment which rushes the rhythm of my breathing.
                I know I am required to give the next comment, but there is nothing in my mind now that I can grasp to tell. Good thing the tall guy leaves the room right after he feels the awkward atmosphere.
                
                In all the classes I have for this day, that last class is the most memorable. By that, I mean, a bittersweet-kind of memory. Until now, my thoughts are hovering around the quick comments I received from being myself. I wonder how bare that line was.
       Still unsure of which it for exists.
                It can mean "unsure" of which person it is existing for. It can be that girl who attended the same school as I back in elementary, or that other girl who lives next to us back in the Philippines. However it can mean, I know in myself that it means it is unsure whether a man or woman it exists for… and two of the people in that room understood what I meant. Mr. Hwang's reaction has an embrace of encouragement, while that guy's comment does not clearly reveal anything at all. And that mere thing makes it even worse to think about.
                The depth of my introspection allows me to reach the dormitory unwittingly. There I stand in front of the door to room 408, thanks to that other guy in the elevator for assisting me find the place faster.
                On that door, there is my name and someone named "Kim Seung Min". He clearly is Korean, I thought. My roommate, I hope, is the best person I will ever meet in this country.
I tap the card that guy handed me in class. The door produces some sound which tells me it is unlocking. I clutch the knob. The room is more stunning than I expected! It is bright and very conducive for learning and writing those masterpieces I am about to create.
I remove my shoes before entering the bedroom proper as Korean culture has taught me. I caress most of the furniture in the room, and the mere touch of them shows me "heaven"!
I have never lived in this kind of luxurious room! I sniff the luxurious air that lingers inside my new room for almost a year. The scent is so aromatic that my eyes unconsciously closed themselves to heighten the moment's feeling. But that grand moment is snipped by the opening of the bathroom door.
Surprisingly, it is that tall guy in the classroom.
More surprisingly, he seems to know I am his roommate and my presence does not seem to bother him at all.
And Most surprisingly, he is not wearing anything at all!
                Let me correct myself. He is wearing his nude boxers. Sorry for the wrong info.

In that land he barely knew, he convinced himself to dare to play the most dangerous game. It is either he falls or he fails. Love just cant be won over.

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