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

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

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

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

Beginnings, one of the most important things we never really cared about unless we look back to the good old days. Without it there will be nothing. Big Bang?Births?Starts?. No matter what it is, no matter how unreasonable it is, there's always a beginning in things.Fo life has been known to exist  on earth millions of years ago. caused by chain reactions of astronomical events. but was that really the beginning of life? no one knows. But what I do know is that every beginning has a cause, and every cause has a beginning. It's almost an infinite loop....


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I was thinking of what to write, what's the plot, what's the name of the character, and what is the purpose of writing it in the first place. And while i was thinking I just can't focus because of this random thoughts of mine. And in a bad mood, I just made the first thing that stands out from thoughts. And this is the result, this book. It's technically a kind of diary about my thoughts, random or not.

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This book contains random things...
Most are my toughts.

It's really a pain in the back to keep yourself in check when having this random passing thoughts in your head. You thinking about chocolates may lead to thinking about crap(as in sh!t). Narcisstic thoughts about yourself can turn into thoughts about how useless piece of sh!t you are(happens to me all the time). Thinking about maths can(always) make you contemplate about life and the absence of it.

 This random thoughts, I'll make them be the fuel for the creative thinking of my brain, make this useless things to have their worth.
I'll take them to be my inspiration when I write this book.

Hopefully I do it right....

~ To be Continued ~

It's A Mistake. I'm talking about the book, not you...
Why read it? Go Away!

I've never really written about myself before. I don't know if it's cause I don't really value myself enough? Or because I'm not a narcissist? I think I over think myself.

Can you tell I'm a little odd? Well I've never really wanted to do anything, not anything worth value anyway. I mean I've got no skills to speak of, this is really the only thing I really enjoy. Except for other... slightly less acceptable things. (if you catch my drift)

I am a writer, and not a very good one. But lets get into this.

I love writing, when I was a highschool student I found it as a kind of... escape. writing that first story helped this shitty Author through a lot of deep shit I will get into later.

So, ever heard of Wattpad? Well that's where it all started for me. I was introduced to the app by a mutual friend of mine, lets call her H. She was writing Adult stories, use in the business call... Smut. it's kind of like fifty shades of grey with terrible writing. She asked a Friend and I to read it, and I did. But the first thing that was on my mind was that I wanted to do that.

NO NOT WHAT SHE WROTE ABOUT. I wanted to take a crack at writing, English was one of my favorite subjects in school. I loved reading but had an average reading level. So, I set up a Wattpad account. My first account has a pretty weird name, all because I rushed it.

I needed a name for the app, I was too embarrassed to go by my real name. So I used my Ps4 user name. RedisDead, but I fucking spelt it Readisdead. That was my first account.

Now the only time I had ever tried my hand at writing was in the 8th grade, creative writing section of English. Plus it was a short story, so I was running on ideas that were pretty, cliche. 

Story Number 1- Prince of the Sun and Moon
I wanted to say that this story does not in fact, have anything to do with the sun or moon. I wrote this because I was on an Anime binge, specifically magic Academy ones. Remember the magic Academy thing, that will be a main concept for my other "creations" later.

I don't really know what to say about this one, it's one my first stories and was my first attempt at fantasy. Let me tell you, I can't get enough of fantasy. Nothing makes you feel better about your sad life than creating a new one for your imaginary characters to run wild in.

Thinking back to how I was then... I feel bad, I was going through a lot of emotional problems. 

I was a shut in, I can't say for certain what happened but one day I just decided I would rather stay inside my room then go outside and play. I never really made friends, but being bullied by everyone in your grade can cause that. People were always nice in highschool though, I think they might have felt bad. Or they were making themselves look better infront of everyone else. Being nice to the weird kid, congrats.

So, you can guess that if I didn't like those people you bet your ass I never felt attracted to anybody. But I did fall for a new kid. 

Will call her K for now. That smile... she was weird, but a hot kind of weird you know? She was quirky and funny and had a face that made my heart melt like butter in a microwave. She was chubby too, like a cute little marshmallow.

But looks can be deceiving. Wish I would have known that before falling in love but hey, does anyone?

She wasn't always a terrible person. But my class has a way of bringing the worst out of people. Or maybe it was my fault? 

Fuck, if your reading this what would you say K? I need the answers but we don't talk.

okay, lets look at this from my perspective.
She was always nice to me, I mean REALLY nice. laughing at my stupid jokes and always greeted me with a smile. But my dumb idiot brain did register that SHE FUCKING LIKED ME!!

Okay so eventually she started wearing longer sleeved jackets all the time, she started acting differently. Started ignoring me occasionally, called me annoying and being rude.

Then I saw something that broke my heart. Her arms, they were sliced up. Not alot but still, she was cutting. I expressed my concern for her but she gave me the cold shoulder. 

A couple weeks go by and she skips school here and there I don't see her, then the day that makes me hate myself. Now I promise you, she did not kill herself. This is not one of those stories.

I'm excited she's back at school and I see her again. I catch her when she's taking off her hoody and... She lost weight, alot of weight.

It finally hit, she's dealing with depression. But why? Did someone call her fat or something? 
This pisses me off, I'm a pacifist by nature at this point but I'm ready to throw down.

But now that I have a little more clarity on the situation, I sometimes think me. 
See a couple months later I make a new friend. Call this guy... F.

He's tall and actually funny once you get to know him. He's actually still one of my closest friends.

I introduce F to K, they hit it off and eventually start dating. I kind of stop talking to F because he starts dating the girl I'm in love with but that's not important.

what is the fact that a month or two into them dating that K tells me something. Something that spirals me into a deep depression for a long time.

K-"So do you like me?"
Me-"yeah your one of my best friends!"
K-"you know what I mean like LIKE me. Because when I first met you I had feelings for you."

What the actual fuck? She's dating my BEST FUCKING FRIEND and tells me this shit? Not cool man, is this some kind of way to torture me?

Ever since they got together she seemed to be back to normal. So I was happy, but deep down I wished I was him. Comment if you ever felt like this. I would love to talk to someone about it.

Honesty? I felt pathetic, worthless. If I had worked up the courage I would be the one getting kissed. I kept telling myself I wasn't ready. But forget how I felt, lets go back to K.

she had suddenly lost weight. Alot of weight, treated me different.

Is it my fault? Did she think I didn't feel that way because she was slightly over weight? She dropped the weight because of me. That's how I felt but right now, I know that's the case. She didn't really care about me or F all she cared about was herself. Get all the attention she believed she needed. She had Mommy issues. 

Think I'm being harsh? She straight up cheated on F and broke up with him. Then to make matters worse... She ran away for two weeks.

This unfortunate series of events destroyed F, he hated himself. Let's put the kind of man he was into perspective. He didn't take shit from anyone, he liked to laugh and was happy to make others laugh. But when she ran away from home he locked up.

I'm not using names on purpose, because I don't want people who I know to read this and get mad. But I want to tell you this, the human heart is fragile. 

I say this because we laugh about it now. F, I'm glad your alive man.

F was five feet from killing himself. He went home the day he found out and dug out his dads old 45. He was ready to pull that trigger.

F is a strong ass dude, he managed to put the gun down. Put it away, he's only ever told me this. So for the sake of my friendship... Don't read this F. 

Well. That's all for now my friends, I'd tell you more but I think it got a little dark there.

Kind of a set of me talking about... well me and my Boring life as someone who found a way to cope with life by writing

A man I admired once told me that every living thing has a purpose to fulfil. A grass, its purpose is being eaten by the cow. A cow is to be used by human for their dairy product. When it come for the human, their purpose is hugely different from any other beings. They are a very complex creatures who is different from each other. Their purpose in life is varied. Some find their purpose easily while the other have difficult time just to figured out their purpose. One need to discover their true self to know their final goal. The problem is how can one discover their true self? Some use life experience as a means to achieve the true self while the other just go along with whatever they are told to do. In the end they can not discover their true self but gain them from the other. Me, I have yet to discover my purpose in life.

I used to think that I already know my calling a long time ago. Being the sole child in the family, I have waste a good resource and time to arrived to where I believed where my true self is. But reality did not give a single damn about it. Half-way through the journey, I realised that it is not for me. How do I know? Because I have lost all the vigors and the motivations I had in the beginning. There is just a feeling of boredom left behind from the usually anticipation and love. I decided to drown my self in games and novels to ease away my boredom. 

That day was a really a sunny day. Summer breeze wheeze through the curtain grazing me with a soft and gentle touch. The noise of the children playing echoed in my room and distracting me from my reading. Oh, the taste of youth. They wont know what will hit them when they are an adult. The weight of responsibilities. Damn, I got distracted again. Where was I again? Yeah, I was reading the novel where the protagonist just obtain her system. How I wish I can have a system to guide me to discover my destiny. Nowadays, there are already plenty of novel which the system being the themed. That when it hit me, how is the notion of system discovered? Who is the first person to implemented the notion of system? Damn, the more I thought about it the more suspicious I was. First let find out who is the first person to use the system in their work. 

Through the lenses I found the first person to use the system in their his story is an East union author named Hitoshi Murasebe. Oh, I know this author. He is known for his breakthrough title Butterfly and Me. The story is about a boy and a butterfly journey to discover their destiny. His works are highly rated and have gain many awards. Despite his young age and humble origin he is really a talented author. His first work title is How an annoying mosquito help me from my disease despite I am not sick? The journey of a humble man to the apex! This is where the notion system is first implemented and discovered. The protagonist is a construction worker from a poor origin who contracted a rare blood disease. Of course he does not now he has a disease until it is too late. When  a mosquito bite him in the head, he suddenly feel a strong headache thus resulting him fainting. The moment he woke up he was granted by the melodious voice of a system welcoming him. To sum it up it is just a common story you can find nowadays in the lenses or NOT. Wait, wait, what the hell is this. From the author biography, it was stated Murasebe was a construction worker before he began his career as a writer. He has long contracted a rare blood disease since he was a child and it was miraculously disappear after he end his career as a construction worker. It is just me or this is really way suspicious? To summed it roughly, he has the same origin as the protagonist in his first work. Is he just really creative or is he writing from the experience he had? The longer I thought the longer I believe that he write it as he is experiencing himself. I must really bored and crazy to think that.

What to do What to do What to do la la la la la. I hummed to myself as I really bored. There is nothing to do. Going out with friend? I have no friend. Searching for a friend? Non. To tired for that. Go to work? Sorry, I have no job. Search for a job? Thanks but no thanks! What to do What to do What to do la la la la la….. Oh how about I continue my research from before? Yeah, let's just do that. 

Hmmm. How about I try to find how to acquired a system? Yeah that may be work. Through the lense I found many way to get a a system, such as electrocuting your self, get truck-sama to help you and many more. Oh this site looks interesting. There a long list of ways to gain the system but some of them are strikethrough as if it can not be use anymore. Oh, here is the list;

1. Repeated abuse of head
2. Slapped a hundred of things
3. Smile a thousand times
4. Touch thousand of differents creatures
…
…
…
19. Given by the system chosen one

There are nineteenths way to obtain a system but there is just one way left to be use according to this site. What happen to the rest of choice? Did someone tried it or did it not having a positive result? I tried to see if there is someone who tried in the comments but there is no comment in the site. Have some really tried this before? Part of me want to try it but the other me stop it cause it is a really stupid thing to do. But who am I? A really bored person who has nothing to do.  Ohh What to do What to do What to do la la la la la. Suck it! Let's just try it. If worse come to worse there is nobody know but me. Ha! The option left is abusing your head or my head repetedly. How to abuse my head? The simple way to do it is knocking my head to the wall till it can be categorized as repeated abuse. How many time do I have knock it against the wall? Is 10 time enough? Nevermind, I will just knock it until it bleed!

Thud,

Thud..

Thud…

THUD…

Oh, there is blood in the wall, but why do I fell dizzy and want to vomit? Damn, my concioussness start to drift away and my vision blackened.
THUD ! 


Minimum requirement is fulfilled...
Congratulation the System is acquired... 

:::

I woke up feeling a sudden ache on my head, there is blood but it is not threatning my life. This is the result from my idiotness. Remember! Don't try it at home! Or Not!

System configuration….
The host is bleeding…
Checking the host current state….
The host life is not threaten…
Checking if the System can be initiated…
Initiation is possible...
Initiated the System… Yes/No

WHAT THE HELL!

A sport where all is possible, when in one moment you are down and the next you are up. Miracles are a common occurance and strategy is a lifelong achievement. It is the week-end, its time for Football!

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.


boyxboy

　　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.

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


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

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

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

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