Mostly poetry written by me or poetry I find to be good. I’m looking for ways to improve and am looking forward to suggestions. Thanks!

Poetry is my passion and my pleasure. I write the verses either English or Urdu; whenever I got a specific mood :)
This is the collection of some of my creativeness.... I hope you LIKE it or maybe LOVE it(who knows) ... ;) :)

Indian English Poetry is not just a branch of Indian literature in English. It is now an essential part of Indian- English literature. In fact, it primarily defines Indo-Anglian literature in the sense that in its birth, Indian-writing in English came to the force with a global recognition. Like American poetry, Indian English poetry is highly distinctive in various aspects.  It is not a product that sprang into being in a span of a few years or a few decades.  It is a well-furnished product, thoroughly polished from its raw state into its present having undergone an evolution for more than a century since its inception in the early nineteenth century.
 India is a multicultural, multi-lingual and multi-racial country and its varied regions, cultures, races, languages and religions contributed amply to the enrichment of Indian-English poetry. In the early nineteenth century, the poets were severely assaulted and mercilessly ridiculed for their so called anti-national Anglophile tendencies. They were condemned. Nevertheless, the Indian English Poet quite heroically, weathered all the humiliations, winning global recognition and reputation.
The evolution of Indian English Poetry makes an interesting history that goes back to pre-independence India and links it up to the Post-independence India. The various socio-cultural factors played a very significant role in shaping the sensibilities of the educated in India during this period. With the introduction of English language as the medium of instruction in schools, colleges and universities, the people in India came in contact with the whole world outside India and interacted with the intellectuals of different countries in the world. They grasped their country's position politically, socially and economically.
 
With Derozio, who  was a teacher in senior section of the Hindu college, there came a regeneration in Bengal with  "The Fakeer of Jungheera" which  is a long undulating poem where Nuleeni the heroine who is a young Hindu widow is on the verge of mounting the sacrificial pyre whom she never loved, thus escaped with the bandit Fakeer to his cave but with the twist Nuleeni's fear came true and Fakeer's life is lost when the army arrives at the abode of Fakeer and Nuleeni cradles him in her arms and dies together. Derozio thus depicted the inhumanity of sati, the false morality of the women and the hypocritical chanting of the brahmins.
Derozio's intense awareness of India's past glory manifests in many of his poems. In "To India my native land" Derozio goes to the extent of imagining India as a goddess beauty of the halo of her glory. Derozio  desires to review and recollect India's past with passionate devotion.
"well-let me dive to the depths of time,
And bring from out the ages, that have rolled
A few small fragments of those wrecks sublime"
Derozio's another sonnet, "The Harp of India" recalls the glory of the past of India through an image of the musical instrument which produced sweet sound once upon a time but is totally silent now:
'Thy music once was sweet-who hears it now?"
Recollecting India's rich heritage, he considers it his prime duty to regain the country's noble culture
"Those hands are cold—but if thy notes divine
May be by mortal wakened once again,
Harp of my country, let me strike the strain"
These sonnets are more attractive to the reader because of the theme of love, death, patriotism and Indianness respectively and the language being English in its medium which makes the line linger in the readers mind.
 
Toru Dutt represented a very crucial period of Bengal and her poetry shared the quality of being 'distinctively post-colonial'A major displacement in various aspects had occurred: change in religion, place and learning foreign languages like French and thus she translated many French works into English. "A sheaf gleaned in French fields"; the only book published during her lifetime brought her well deserved international acclaim.
Toru's seven miscellaneous poems put together at the close of 'Ancient Ballads' are more or less autobiographical and the experiences and the impression of the poetess in this poem is extremely personal.
The two sonnets 'baugmaree' and 'the lotus' have been praised by one and all. In the first the poetess displays her love for nature where he calls the garden as 'primeval eden' which is girt round with its sea of foliage and amidst it one is bound to feel refreshed and cheerful and is finely executed :
"One might swoon
Drunken with beauty then, or gaze and gaze
On a primeval eden, in amaze."
The lotus professes to give the origin of 'the queenliest flower that blows'. To end the strife whether the lily or rose were queen, psyche at last went to flora and asked for a flower that should be 'delicious as the rose and stately as the lily in her pride'. The result was the lotus, rose-red and lily white.
'Our Casuarina Tree'  expresses a poignant grief for the loss of her sister Aru and brother Abju recollected thought of the sight of the tree under whose shadow they played as children  are no more and might have reached to an 'unknown land' and thus wishes that the wail of the tree should reach them as she is confined to bed with her illness lying awake all night. The last stanza of the poem unfolds her desire for the immortality of the tree and thus ends like
'my love defend thee from oblivion's curse'
Toru Dutt's poetry intrinsically relate to a nation's language, to its life and tradition. Toru Dutt's poetry circulates between various literatures French, English, and Sanskrit that she read, wrote and translated and the Bengali tongue she was born into.
 
Prominent poets named henry Derozio, Toru Dutt, Tagore, Aurobindo, Vivekananda, and so on have stretched and refined the domains of Indian English poetry and the major elements in their works are nature, love, separation, Hellenism, nationalism, humanism and freedom which formed the framework of sensitive minds. They steeped in Indianness bit by bit and revealed the evolution of a unique poetic approach that probe the inner and outer world and exhibited immense ethical commitment to society.
 

After William Caxton introduced the printing press in England in 1476, vernacular literature flourished.[29] The Reformation inspired the production of vernacular liturgy which led to the Book of Common Prayer (1549), a lasting influence on literary language. The English Renaissance was a cultural and artistic movement in England dating from the late 15th to the 17th century. It is associated with the pan-European Renaissance that is usually regarded as beginning in Italy in the late 14th century. Like most of northern Europe, England saw little of these developments until more than a century later. Renaissance style and ideas were slow in penetrating England, and the Elizabethan era in the second half of the 16th century is usually regarded as the height of the English Renaissance.[38]

This Italian influence can also be found in the poetry of Thomas Wyatt (1503–42), one of the earliest English Renaissance poets. He was responsible for many innovations in English poetry, and alongside Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey (1516/1517–47) introduced the sonnet from Italy into England in the early 16th century.[39][40][41]

Elizabethan period (1558–1603)


Poetry

Edmund Spenser (c. 1552–99) was one of the most important poets of the Elizabethan period, author of The Faerie Queene (1590 and 1596), an epic poem and fantastical allegory celebrating the Tudor dynasty and Elizabeth I. Another major figure, Sir Philip Sidney (1554–86), was an English poet, whose works include Astrophel and Stella, The Defence of Poetry, and The Countess of Pembroke's Arcadia. Poems intended to be set to music as songs, such as those by Thomas Campion (1567–1620), became popular as printed literature was disseminated more widely in households.

Drama

Among the earliest Elizabethan plays are Gorboduc (1561) by Sackville and Norton, and Thomas Kyd's (1558–94) The Spanish Tragedy (1592). Gorboducis notable especially as the first verse drama in English to employ blank verse, and for the way it developed elements, from the earlier morality plays and Senecan tragedy, in the direction which would be followed by later playwrights.[42] The Spanish Tragedy[43]is an Elizabethan tragedy written by Thomas Kyd between 1582 and 1592, which was popular and influential in its time, and established a new genre in English literature theatre, the revenge play.[44]


William Shakespeare (1564–1616) stands out in this period as a poet and playwright as yet unsurpassed. Shakespeare wrote plays in a variety of genres, including histories (such as Richard III and Henry IV), tragedies (such as Hamlet, Othello, and Macbeth, comedies (such as Midsummer Night's Dream, As You Like It, and Twelfth Night) and the late romances, or tragicomedies. Shakespeare's career continues in the Jacobean period.

Other important figures in Elizabethan theatre include Christopher Marlowe, and Ben Jonson, Thomas Dekker, John Fletcher and Francis Beaumont.

Jacobean period (1603–1625)

In the early 17th century Shakespeare wrote the so-called "problem plays", as well as a number of his best known tragedies, including Macbeth and King Lear.[45] In his final period, Shakespeare turned to romance or tragicomedy and completed three more major plays, including The Tempest. Less bleak than the tragedies, these four plays are graver in tone than the comedies of the 1590s, but they end with reconciliation and the forgiveness of potentially tragic errors.[46]

After Shakespeare's death, the poet and dramatist Ben Jonson (1572–1637) was the leading literary figure of the Jacobean era. Jonson's aesthetics hark back to the Middle Ages and his characters embody the theory of humours, which was based on contemporary medical theory.[47]Jonson's comedies include Volpone(1605 or 1606)) and Bartholomew Fair(1614). Others who followed Jonson's style include Beaumont and Fletcher, who wrote the popular comedy, The Knight of the Burning Pestle (probably 1607–08), a satire of the rising middle class.[48]

Another popular style of theatre during Jacobean times was the revenge play, which was popularized in the Elizabethan era by Thomas Kyd (1558–94), and then further developed later by John Webster (?1578-?1632), The White Devil (1612) and The Duchess of Malfi(1613). Other revenge tragedies include The Changeling written by Thomas Middleton and William Rowley.[49]

Poetry

George Chapman (c. 1559- c. 1634) is remembered chiefly for his famous translation in 1616 of Homer's Iliad and Odyssey into English verse.[50] This was the first ever complete translations of either poem into the English language. The translation had a profound influence on English literature and inspired John Keats's famous sonnet "On First Looking into Chapman's Homer" (1816).

Shakespeare popularized the English sonnet, which made significant changes to Petrarch's model. A collection of 154 by sonnets, dealing with themes such as the passage of time, love, beauty and mortality, were first published in a 1609 quarto.

Besides Shakespeare and Ben Jonson, the major poets of the early 17th century included the Metaphysical poets: John Donne (1572–1631), George Herbert(1593–1633), Henry Vaughan, Andrew Marvell, and Richard Crashaw.[51] Their style was characterized by wit and metaphysical conceits, that is far-fetched or unusual similes or metaphors.[52]

Prose

The most important prose work of the early 17th century was the King James Bible. This, one of the most massive translation projects in the history of English up to this time, was started in 1604 and completed in 1611. This represents the culmination of a tradition of Bible translation into English that began with the work of William Tyndale, and it became the standard Bible of the Church of England.

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

Some argue that various works by authors that do not meet the requirement of fine grammar and spelling are rubbish. Here, each person has his own opinion, and let him stick to it and impose his opinion on others as the ultimate truth, it speaks only of ignorance of life. It is diverse.

Is the work of authors with poor grammar garbage? In my opinion, no. Each author tells his story, passed through his worldview, attitude, understanding of life, his experience and thoughts about the world. It's always interesting for me to read this personally.

I'm a bibliophile, I read a lot of classic works of art, Tomass and Gernih Mana, Feuchtwanger, Mark Twain, Stvenson, Romain Roland, Galsworthy, Tolstoy and all his volumes and there are about 19 of them! I didn't read Dostoevsky, I didn't like him. But Azek Azimov, Ursuda Le Guin, Tolkien, Kipling, Conandoyle, Louis Besenar and others I read with pleasure. Li Bo, the poetry is gorgeous. Novels of feudal and late feudal China, Japan, Korea. Novels and novels by Chinese prose writers of the early 20s and 80-90s of the 20th century.

In general, I read about 10,000 books. Fiction, fantasy, poetry, historical novels, ballads, myths and legends.

After that I became interested in reading historical documentaries - about the history of the Silk Road, Archeology, History, Ethnography, Etymology, the Big Game, the story of the confrontation of imperial intelligence in the vast regions of the Silk Road.

I read about 550 books, from the 16th to the beginning of the 21st century.

I have some kind of base for evaluating short stories and novels.

Sometimes works written flawlessly in terms of grammar, alas ... they are completely devoid of meaning, they are not interesting, they do not have fascinating stories, conclusions, experience, thoughts. But work with poor grammar, on the contrary, have unique information. Of course, not all works, but there are some.

Therefore, when assessing the creativity of another person, the author, being so categorical in evaluations, says only that you have a maximalist who still knows life poorly. This is the right of choice, each person, and to impose a choice on another according to my preferences, I consider this not comme il faut. Well, here everyone has a point of view.

In fact, this is an eternal question - what is more important? Beautiful text form or good content? Bestsellers are those works that combine good text and good content.

I am the author myself. But not a professional writer, but a techie. I don't know much about composition, about the intricacies of writing good text. But I have a very interesting content. Is my story garbage? I do not think so? Do I respect the reader? Sure. But writing is better so far I can't. Nevertheless, I have my own circle - readers who are interested in my work. There are not hundreds or thousands of people, but a couple of dozen will be typed.

I write in the genre - a documentary historical fiction, there are many interesting facts about the Silk Road with which I wanted to share. If I were waiting for the moment when I could write well in terms of English grammar ... I would not be able to share it now ... maybe in a couple of years ... and still I would not be able to write like this they write - people from English-speaking countries. This is a favorite topic of native speakers to reproach those who learn this language in their ignorance of the intricacies of the language they learn, grammar and spelling errors ... As we say, the dog barks, the caravan goes on. That happens.

English is the world language of communication. Moreover, for me it is the third language. I speak English well, but my grammar is lame. I admit it. Yes, I need to teach her, but I don't think I can write in perfect English.

The overall result - write as you can, share your thoughts, in the era of information, the content itself is important and not its form. One way or another, it can help others, they can come to a new thought and write a story about your topic that you would like to read yourself!


As they say in the East - do good and throw it into the water, a person will not know, the fish will know!

Peace and prosperity!

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Dear Readers,
My name is Vishal. Officially, I am an Otaku. Having read over 500 Manga, Manhua & Manhwa and over 50 Light & Web Novels I was often disappointed by the lack of common sense in plots. I would rather prefer weak characters with common sense rather than stronger but dumb ones.
I found that most of the times, the author would let the Main Characters behave make dumb decisions because if they made the smart decisions, the story would end, then and there. Some commonly used cliches, that could leads to longer plots but feel contrary to common sense are-
1. Male Lead letting a Villain/Evil Character go without killing or crippling him/her because of goodness of his/her heart; only for the Villain to retaliate later and Main Character ends up killing/crippling them anyway. This is why I like those Main Characters who kill them immediately while explaining, "If I kill you, your clan/family would chase me for killing you. If I let you go, you and your clan/family would still chase me. So why should I let you go?" [PS I am not talking about cases where a proper explanation is given for letting the Villain live.]
2. Talking during the battle. I mean seriously? You have time to leisurely chat with the allies or the enemies in the midst of the battle, really? When they are fighting 100 moves in a couple of seconds, they converse like having the time of their lives.
3. The villain is much more powerful than the Main Character, yet the Main Character wouldn't sneak attack. He will take a stance, do a lengthy conversation about how he will defeat him although he is weak. I mean seriously? Wouldn't you attack directly without giving an opponent any chances? Isn't this Battle 101? Sometimes, this happens even when the Opponent has taken a lover or a family member as a hostage. This really drives me crazy!
4. You hide your powers and dual identity from your opponents and the world. Good thing. But why would you do that to your immediate family, best friend and lover? To protect them? How does hiding it protect them? They think that the Main Character is weak and go through more trouble. The Main Character then has to come and save the day anyway. How does telling them your real powers put them in danger? Are the villains going to interrogate them using truth serum? This is never explained properly. I guess it started with Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne.
5. Why would you hide your past from your lover only to over complicate things? Lets take the novel Lucia for example, both Lucia and Duke Taran have secrets. They don't tell it to each other initially, so that it may not affect their relationship, but guess what? Hiding the secret destroys their relationship. The plot is all about how they finally open up to each other. Well the problem could have been solved if they were honest form the beginning. The plots themselves involve and promote this. PS: I am a fan of the Novel Lucia. If you disregard all the smut and lack of common sense clichés the main story is wonderful.
6. Why would you hide the fact that your new buddy is actually your childhood friend? And even watch and evil villain impersonate you? Isn't this stupid? Just for plot development? Why not just tell them?
7. Why would you ever give in to any Blackmail and end up doing even worse things? Don't you know evil people never keep their promises?
8. Why would you let a Communication Gap create a misunderstanding that continue for years and that set the lovers apart only to reunite after 5 years after clearing the said misunderstanding?
9. Why would you hide that you are being bullied from your parents or teachers? Isn't it normal to take action or approach elders?
10. When you transmigrate into a novel or a game, the plot has already changed because of your very existence. Still, when things start Deviating from what you know (mostly because you acted out of character) why would you wonder about story changing? Isn't it obvious for it to change? Also, when you transmigrate, you are in a real world already. it is the new reality. Wouldn't it make sense for you to change things up for your benefit?
11. When you time travel, you have the knowledge of many events that will take place. Why would you wait for minor villains to plot against you exactly like the previous timeline and work to thwart their plans? Isn't it better to be proactive and prudent and destroy them from the beginning?
12. Why would Main Characters always act alone, especially in Cultivation and Fantasy Novels? Why can't they join or get backing of powerful clans? Why not make allies and use them?
Honestly, it felt more like that the authors could have used the common sense, but then the story wouldn't proceed to hundreds or thousands of chapters! Even then, like other readers, I read them all till the end. Because, despite their lack of common sense at times, once you get attached to a particular character or a story, it is almost impossible to let it go. This is the era of Binge Reading and Binge Watching anyway.
Thus, Elated with few and Frustrated with many, I decided to write my own stories. And posted initial chapters of few short stories on my personal blog. Got some good response.
Then, one of the readers of my personal blog told me about WebNovel and I ended up joining it on 22nd December 2020. Luckily, it was running some contests and their themes aligned with my thoughts. So, I ended up participating in the various contests with multiple entries.
"God Parshuram's Dystopian University" is one such entry with the theme of the Male Lead being coming out of seclusion after years, only to find that the world has now turned into a Dystopia. What will do to Survive and help others Survive?
So I came up with "God Parshuram's Dystopian University", where the Main Character is the Legendary Teacher of the Great Warriors Bheeshma & Karna from Mahabharata. He is Super powerful but is impatient and has severe anger management issues. Plus he has to adjust to the Modern society..
This is going to be about  Mutants, Corona Virus, Gods, Science Fiction with a pinch of Mythology and Humor. For those who love these themes, lets go on a Ride.
Anyway, if you are here, that means you have the intention to read this. At the very least you are trying to make up your mind. So if you want an Intelligent plot with smart Main Character (or at least a Main Character with common sense), feel free to read my novels.
You will find references to many Historical, Legendary, Mythical figures and places. The Parallel world Fantasy allows us to fit people of different eras into one era.
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Jin Villa. 
Xie Ming spent the whole week while resting and sleeping. Liwei didn't let her do anything for the whole week. 
For the first few days, he accompanied her at home and took care of her. He never left her side even for a minute. 
Xie Ming started to feel weird because he stuck to her all day. Sometimes she felt frustrated because he didn't let her do anything and she felt bored by just lying on the bed the whole day. 
With much difficulty, she finally persuaded him to go to the office and made him believed that she was fine and will take a rest and do nothing. 
It was so hard to make him believe that she was fine. She had to ask the doctor for his opinion and when he said that she can walk on her own but needs to take caution and should not walk much for a week, then Liwei agreed to go for work. 
Otherwise, he would have stayed at home for the whole week and helped her take wherever she wants. 
The days he stayed at home, he always carried her to the washroom and wherever she wanted. He didn't let her place her foot on the ground as he was afraid that her infection will get serious. 
He does not want her to get hurt more and wanted to pamper her and took care of her like a princess. She felt like she was some kind of porcelain doll that needs to be protected at any cost.
These days, they both slept together on the bed but he didn't touch her and controlled himself because he knows that she was sick and he could not go overboard. 
He does not want to hurt her again. These past days, their relationship has improved a lot. 
Now Xie Ming does not feel uncomfortable while sleeping with him. She felt that these past days their relationship has improved a lot and they have become closer. 
She was sitting on the sofa in her room while flipping through the English book. These days after Liwie joined the office, she went to his study and searched for a few books of English to read. 
The real Xie Ming has studied abroad and English was a language in which she was very fluent and stable. 
However, Zhao Ming was unfamiliar with this strange language. But she needs to learn it from the core to not let people be suspicious of her. 
Moreover, she has Xie Ming's memories and it was not much difficult when she started to read the books to learn the language. 
When she picked up the book, she realized that many things looked familiar and for some reason, she can adapt to it well. 
These days she has used it to learn English so that people won't doubt her anymore. Because English is a language which has become very common and if she can't speak English, then people will doubt her. 
It was Saturday and she has to go to the hospital on Monday as the doctor has asked her to get a checkup before resuming her work. 
After the incident, she had informed Tang Nian about what happened. Liwei had asked her to explain everything to her because if there is any problem in the future than it would be Tang Nian who has to manage everything. 
When Tang Nian heard it, she was shocked to know that someone kidnapped her in front of the Global World. She became panicked but Xie Ming assured her that she was fine and just needed to rest. Xie Ming has omitted the part of how she was rescued because if she were to tell her the details then it would be difficult for her to hide Liwei's identity.
Tang Nian understood everything and asked her to rest and not think about anything else. She knows about the workshop that was supposed to be held next week and told her that she will see what she can do. 
Xie Ming got bored by reading the English grammar book, so she picked the English fashion magazine. 
On the cover page of the magazine, there is a cover photo of Jian Yan. She remembered him as she has met him in the mall with Mrs. Wu. He was her son and was the guy whom she has assumed to be the serial killer when she met him for the very first time at Global World.
In the photo, he was not wearing anything on the top and was only wearing black trousers and exposing his bare skin which displayed his six-pack abs. His body was perfectly toned and showing off his sexy physique.
Though she never looked at him like this before, but he was also very handsome. In fact, among the actors of his age, he was the most handsome and desirable man. 
But to Xie Ming, he still lacked in charisma and attractiveness in front of Liwei. For her, no one could compare to him and his charm. 
She just flipped through the magazine without any thought and looked at the fashion articles in the magazine. 
Xie Ming's specialty was in fashion, so she was trying to get herself aware of the latest fashion trends and was reading fashion magazines daily. 
She has understood that if she has to stay in this world, then she had to get herself aware of the trend and Xie Ming's lifestyle here. 
She felt that this was her new life and does not want to waste it as well. She was glad that she got the chance to come into this world and get to see the era where women can work freely and especially in the entertainment industry. 
In her past life, women were treated as commodities and the women who earned their living by dancing and engaging themselves in entertainment activities were treated as prostitutes. 
It was very saddening that art like dance and music was considered as low and cheap that's why the women from the noble families were allowed to learn only poetry and classical music. 
They were not allowed to sing or dance apart from classical music and poetry. That's why they were treated as novel and respectable. 
However, Zhao Ming has never learned poetry and classical music and whenever she went with her father far off places, they like to sing songs on their way and the songs were heartwarming and anyone could sing them, unlike the classical music. 
But when she entered the palace, she realized the difference between them when one day Wen Xu asked her to sing a classical song in front of her friends when they came to visit her in the palace. However, she didn't know how to do so. 
Xiao Li took the lead and sang the classic song and everyone praised her for being well brought up and noble. Whereas Zhao Ming was titled as good for nothing and lowly Empress. 
At that time, Ji Cheng was out of the village and went to the nearby country to settle the trade and political relations between the empires. 
Now when she thinks about it, Wen Xu and Xiao Li always act up against her whenever Ji Cheng was not in the palace. And when he was in the palace, Wen Xu never ill-treated her in front of him. 
And Xiao Li becomes extremely sweet and caring in front of him. At first, she always thought that it was he who hurt her or ignored her but it's been days since she came into this world. 
When she went back to her past life in her dream and saw the expressions on Ji Cheng's face, she was shocked because those were the expression she never gets to see. 
After that incident, she always wondered if that was her dream, hallucination or did she went into the past and saw his expressions. She still remembered his gaze and the way he looked at her. 
His gaze was gentle and full of guilt. Her heart ached whenever she remembered his face. 
Whenever she thinks about her past life she realized that there were many problems between her and Ji Cheng. 
She can't completely blame Ji Cheng for never standing by her side because she made many mistakes as well. 
The biggest mistake from her side was that she never told him how Wen Xu was behaving with her behind his back. 
Whenever he comes back from the war or far off country, he asks her if she was uncomfortable in the palace or have any issues adjusting to the palace life. However, she never told her problems outright and pretended to be strong and fine. 
She got much time since she came into this world to think about her behavior. She doesn't like to be weak and never shared her hardships with anyone. 
She was afraid that he would blame her for not living peacefully with Empress Dowager and would hate her. 
It seems like the biggest enemy in their broken relationship was not Wen Xu or Xiao Li. But it was their lack of communication and trust. 
If both of them have opened their hearts to each other then they wouldn't have to see the painful end of their relationship. 
Xie Ming looked at the magazine and closed her eyes briefly. She has always blamed Ji Cheng for not treating well and making her life hell. 


He stood beside her bed and stared at her face in wonder if it’s real. A smile appeared on his lips seeing her fluttering eyelashes as she was waking up. However, her reaction was different than what he had expected.


“ Pak”


He stared at her in shock as he covering his face with his palm. Did she just slap him?

Zhao Ming's mouth was open in pure terror when she realized what she just did. She slapped the Emperor. The cruel-infamous Emperor of Ji Dynasty?

‘ Am I going to die again? I just came to this world, do I have to die again?’ 

….

She was the Empress of the Ji Dynasty, but in name only. Never been treated or respected as the Empress, and witnessing the worst of the palace, the life gave her another chance to shine as who she is. 
One day when she opened her eyes, she found her in unfamiliar surroundings. The world was full of people using strange items and in a world that was a world apart from hers.  
Will the Empress of Ji Dynasty be able to survive in this competitive world?


**

She was the wife of the richest businessman in the country with the reputation of nothing but trash. She was labeled as a rebellious brat, shameless lazy woman. When she opened her eyes one day, she found herself in some strange world.


Holy Sh *t! 


She became the Empress of the Ji Dynasty. Can the rebellious, shameless lazy woman adjust to the cruel, strict palace world? Will she change or change the world instead? 


 Can the Emperor get used to her being proactive in every single thing? Even in bed? The Emperor dotes on his wife to the point that she feels tired, how can a man be this cute? It’s illegal for men to be this cute.

…

She pushed him on the bed and sat on his body while looking at him with her tempting eyes.

“ Zhao Ming, what..what are you doing?” 

“ Shh...Your Majesty, you just need to relax. I will do all the work.” She leaned in and sealed his lips with his moist lips making him crazy for her even more.

.....

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Be careful Ace! Aah! its pretty difficult to escape from hostel. Yes! You are right! My shoulders. Noah said in a painful voice. Finally, They climbed wall. Oops sir! You are here? NO! I am behind the great wall of china. He replied sarcastically. But sir we are in Switzerland right now. William said innocently. Oh shut up! You fools. Sorry sir! Liam apologized.
Next day at 8:00 am:                                                                                                                               
Brothers wakeup! wakeup! Liam, William, Noah!. Ace screamed. Ace! It's only 3:00am. Noah said. Idiot! it's 8:00. We are already 1 hour late. Literally? Liam said in amazement. Yes. Ace said. What is happening there? We are late William! 15 mins? He asked. 1 hour late! What? He asked surprisedly. Now got up. Ace said.
English class at college:         
 Aren't you too early guys? Sir asked. We know sir. Noah replied. Ughh! Shut your mouths and come inside the class. Thankyou sir! William said. Shh! Noah whispered. 
Now, who will tell the the name of poet who's poetry i've written. Sir asked. Sir! Noah. He is really good in poetry? William said. Hmm! William! you will tell. Me?. No, Justin bieber. Exactly! you. Hmmmm! Let me think!. Robert Frost! Ace whispered. Sir, Robert Frost!. William replied. What? Is anyone there to answer? Sir! me. Tell me Ace. Robert De Niro. Very good! '
At lunch time: How dear you to tell me the wrong answer Ace? William screamed. I won't forgive you cheater.

Y.you slapped me? He stammered grabbing his collar. I am your bestfriend. Isn't it anexpiry date for friendship

-Foster-
I close my book as the familiar bell rings in my ears. I slowly gather my items, placing them into my backpack, and standing up. I fix my vest and readjust my glasses. I make my way through the crowded halls, and to my Greek Mythology class.
Extridge Academy, only for the smart, really rich, or if you're lucky, both. I just so happened to be apart of the 10 percent of the school's population that was both. I requested to go here last year and moved on campus two months ago.
I walk into the chilled classroom and take my seat towards the back. I place the materials needed for today onto my desk and then go back to my book.
I just recently started reading some new poetry, I checked out a new book from the library today.
"  For the moon never beams, without bringing me dreams of the beautiful Annabel Lee, and the stars never rise, but I feel the bright eyes of the beautiful Annabel Lee, and so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side of my darling, my darling, my life, and my bride, in her sepulcher there by the sea, in her tomb by the sounding sea," a voice recites behind me. I turn my head around to be met with glossy brown eyes.
"Pardon me?" I ask.
The brown-eyed girl points to the book in my hands.
"Your book, it's Edgar Allen Poe. He's one of my favorites. That was the ending of Annabell Lee, my favorite work of his," she says. I glance down at my book then back at her.
"You read poetry as well?"
She nods.
"Of course. Who doesn't? Especially in a place like this, I feel as if everyone reads it, or should at least,"  she responded.
I was surprised to hear this. In reality, not many people here read poetry. Just a few, and those few usually kept to themselves. I'm the same way. I have one friend here, Atticus. We've known each other since birth, and we applied here at the same time. More so I begged him, but either way, it's the same.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by the classroom door opening. I turn back around, watching as our English teacher, Mr. Bronson, begins to write on the large chalkboard at the front of the room.
My mind becomes engrossed with his words. It felt as if time was moving faster, as I copied down what he was saying.
Every day here is the same. Same faces, same subjects, same places. I was used to the orderly fashion here, but it didn't mean I didn't want a change every now and then. My only escape was reading. If I wasn't doing homework or studying, I was reading or writing.
It's always been my dream to become a famous poet. Sharing my work with the world, just the thought itself made me smile.
I was so caught in my head, I nearly missed the sound of the bell ringing. I glance up at the time, surprised that class was truly over.
"That was quick" I mutter to myself. I once again pack up my things and get ready to leave the class. I quickly make my way to the door in order to avoid student traffic in the halls. A tap on my shoulder stops me and I quickly turn my head. 
The same pair of brown eyes from earlier look up at me. She hands me my book.
'You almost forgot this in there," she tells me. I grab the book from her hands, internally scolding myself for being so careless.
"Thank you so much," I say. 
"I've seen you around, in class and stuff. I really liked your recent poem, for English class. I thought the way you were able to use limited words to express so much emotion, was incredible," she expressed, a faint smile on her face.
 I look at her in shock. "Oh, thank you," I quickly responded.
She tilts her head. "You seem surprised," she acknowledges.
"Sorry, I just wasn't aware that anybody had actually listened to that. better yet understood the meaning," I apologized. I pulled my backpack strap up higher onto my shoulder
She shrugged. "It's kinda what I do," she puts a hand out to me. "Annabelle Redware, critical analysis major," she introduces. 
I take her hand. "Foster Newburn, creative writing major, "I shake her hand. She smiles at me before brushing a piece of her hair out of her face.
"It was lovely officially getting to meet you, Foster. I hope we get to talk more," she says. I nod my head in agreement. She gives me a wave before walking past me and down the hall. I watch as her figure gets farther and farther, her brown hair which was pulled back into a ponytail sway side to side. 
I look at my watch, looking at the time. Five after three, meaning Atticus will be waiting for me on the field. 
I sigh, before making my journey to the large grassy field located outside the courts. The air outside is crisp, with a sigh chill in the air. The smell of fresh rain filling my nose, and orange and brown leaves dance in the wind. 
Fall was coming. 
I slowly walk past the sports courts and library, walking onto the recently trimmed grass. I hesitate, seeing the muddy surface, but continue, knowing Atticus would throw a fit if I didn't show. I scan the field until I spot familiar black like hair shaking in the wind. 
Leaned up against the large oak tree that stood in the middle of the field was my best friend Atticus. I walked over to him, him still not noticing my presence. 
"Atticus," I say when I reach him. He moves his eyes to look at me before a lazy smile makes its way onto his face.
"Foster, you're finally here," he mock complains. I lightly scoff and roll my eyes.
"I'm right on time, you're just early," I protest. he waves me a hand of dismissal before he reached down and grabs hus backpack from the ground.
"well come along then, I want to get back into my bed. It's cold out," He says before walking towards the large brick building facing the field. I jog to catch up to him before getting beside him and matching his pace.
"So how was class?" he asks, stuffing his hand in his pockets.
I shrug. "Same as usual. Except I did meet a girl named Annabelle," I respond. He bumps me in my side.
"A girl huh?" He teases. 
"Nothing like that, Atticus. Just a new aqquantince, that's all. We'll probably never talk again," I say.
Little did I know how wrong I was, and how muc my life was going to take a turn.

Extridge High, seemingly your normal school for the smart, rich, or if you're lucky both. What happens when four students find that Extridge is not as innocent as it seems.?

Time went by swiftly. Before long, it was time for Huo Yao's English oral competition. 
The education channel employees had come to shoot the entire competition. They wanted to air a special about it. 
An exhibition hall on the second floor of the Sports Center was rented for the competition. For the sake of creating the right atmosphere, the television station even invited an audience to sit in the spectator seats beneath the stage. 
Huo Yao had participated in it purely for the $100,000 scholarship. She had her earphones plugged in during the entire journey. 
A fellow participant quietly went up to her and asked her when she noticed the earphones. "Are you listening to an English recording?"
Huo Yao looked at the female student. Just as Huo Yao was about to reply, the girl said, "Mind if I have a listen?"
Huo Yao paused. Then she removed her earphones and graciously handed them to the girl. 
However, the girl could only hear some pop music when she placed them in her ears. She was dumbstruck. She stared at Huo Yao and remained in a daze for sometime. 
Since the competition was about to commence, everyone was busy memorizing their script. On the other hand, Huo Yao was listening to pop music… Was this the right time to listen to songs, even if Huo Yao was listening to the girl's idol?
"What do you think? Was it good? I think their leader's voice sounds great." Huo Yao pulled the album's cover art out on her phone, and pointed at the man on it. "He also looks handsome."
The female student was from another class. She was at a loss whether to laugh or cry as she looked at Huo Yao. 
Word had it that Huo Yao from the Experimental class was aloof. However, after Huo Yao recommended the song and spoke about her idol, she seemed to be no different from an average fangirl.
Huo Yao was so down to earth!
The girl also stopped looking at her English script and started talking about music with Huo Yao. 
The English teacher came back after drawing lots for her students and almost passed out when she heard what they were discussing. She quickly split them apart and counseled them for a few minutes before handing out everyone's number tags. 
Almost 50 people had signed up for the contest, and the teachers drew lots to determine their order of appearance. 
Huo Yao was the 21st contestant, right in the middle. 
It was Huo Yao's turn an hour later.
The moment she came on stage, the spotlights beamed at her, making her flawless complexion look even more exquisite. Her calm and collected aura seemed to be completely innate. 
Huo Yao suddenly noticed two suspicious looking characters in the last row when she looked at the audience from the stage. Her lips twitched uncontrollably. 
She veered her eyes before greeting the teachers unhurriedly. Before long, she started speaking in fluent English. 
Huo Yao narrated a passage from a rather famous poetry collection. In comparison to the other students, she had not brought any notes along. 
She was unperturbed and confident when she faced the audience and the judges. Also, her pronunciation was impeccable. Needless to say, of all the contestants, she performed the best. 
In all probability, she was bound to be the champion. 
After her three-minute speech, the audience applauded warmly. Huo Yao took out her phone the moment she went backstage. 


The aristocratic Lu family has produced a joke, a beautiful one, but a joke nonetheless. The daughter they have been rearing all this while turns out to be an imposter! With the real heiress returning to take her rightful place, everyone is eager to know the outcome of the imposter...
Will she be able to survive in poverty after living a life of riches?
Having just transmigrated, Huo Yao imagines that this experience will be pretty interesting. However, imagination and reality are always so different! 
Dad: "Daughter! Take this black card. It has no limit! Use it freely."
Mom: "My dear Yao Yao! If you don't like this jewelry, I'll get them to change it immediately."
Huo Yao: "…"
Weren't they supposed to be poor and ordinary? What is with this hidden lavish behavior?
Her eldest brother, an investment company's CEO: "Sis, inherit my company!"
Her second brother, a top lawyer: "Whoever dares slander my sis will face the full brunt of the law!"
The third brother, an international genius doctor: "Bullying my sister? Should I display the prowess of my scalpel?"
Mysterious fourth brother: "My sis is the cutest!"
Huo Yao: "…"
What happened to being a good-for-nothing person who lives off her parents?
A top aristocrat secretly changes into his cheap clothes and drives his crappy old car to her. "Baby, my heart is yours. Why don't we get married to test if I'm telling the truth or not?"
Everyone who knows about it, doesn't dare say it out loud. 
All they can do is curse inwardly: "Bah! Keep acting! No one believes it!"

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