The Old Man and the Sea is one of Hemingway's most famous novels. The old fisherman Santiago has caught nothing for eighty-four days. Then things change. 
Ernest Miller Hemingway (July 21, 1899 – July 2, 1961) was an American novelist, short story writer, and journalist. His economical and understated style had a strong influence on 20th-century fiction, while his life of adventure and his public image influenced later generations. Hemingway produced most of his work between the mid-1920s and the mid-1950s and won the Nobel Prize in Literature in 1954. He published seven novels, six short story collections, and two non-fiction works. Additional works, including three novels, four short story collections, and three non-fiction works, were published posthumously. Many of his works are considered classics of American literature.

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Ernest Hemingway, Writer 
            Born: 21 July 1899 Birthplace: Oak Park, Illinois Died: 2 July 1961 (suicide)  Best Known As: Famously manly author of For Whom the Bell Tolls  Hemingway is one of the 20th century's most famous American writers. His books include The Sun Also Rises (1926), A Farewell to Arms (1929), and For Whom the Bell Tolls (1940). Hemingway's plainspoken no-frills writing style became so famous that it was (and is) frequently parodied. His dashing machismo was almost as famous as his writing: he lived in Paris, Cuba and Key West, fancied bullfighting and big game hunting, and served as a war correspondent in WWII and the Spanish Civil War. He sealed his own notoriety when he killed himself with a shotgun in 1961.  Hemingway was awarded the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1954... Hemingway is sometimes called by his familiar nickname "Papa"... His birthdate is sometimes listed in error as 1898. According to a 1954 article in the New York Times, "In most reference books and in his own conversation he is one year older because he gave 1898 as his birth date when he tried to enlist [in the army] early in 1917, and stuck to that date ever since"... Hemingway's father also committed suicide, shooting himself with a Civil War pistol in 1928.  Works:
Novels  	•	(1925) The Torrents of Spring  	•	(1926) The Sun Also Rises  	•	(1929) A Farewell to Arms  	•	(1937) To Have and Have Not  	•	(1940) For Whom the Bell Tolls  	•	(1950) Across the River and Into the Trees  	•	(1952) The Old Man and the Sea 	
(1962) Adventures of a Young Man  	•	(1970) Islands in the Stream  	•	(1986) The Garden of Eden 
Nonfiction 	
	•	(1932) Death in the Afternoon  	•	(1935) Green Hills of Africa  	•	(1960) The Dangerous Summer  	•	(1964) A Moveable Feast  	•	(2003) Ernest Hemingway Selected Letters 1917-1961  	•	(2005) Under Kilimanjaro  	Short story collections  	•	(1923) Three Stories and Ten Poems  	•	(1925) In Our Time  	•	(1927) Men Without Women  	•	(1932) The Snows of Kilimanjaro  	•	(1933) Winner Take Nothing  	•	(1938) The Fifth Column and the First Forty-Nine Stories  	•	(1947) The Essential Hemingway  	•	(1953) The Hemingway Reader  	•	(1972) The Nick Adams Stories  	•	(1976) The Complete Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway  	•	(1995) Collected Stories



Me and Cece spent the last half hour trying to think up a plan with as little we knew about the Oldest House Museum I mean we know nothing about what the house looks like on the inside. Though I do know that the man who had the house had nine daughters so he had to have at least nine rooms unless he had his daughters pair up. When we were here me and Mimi never went to the Oldest House Museum we did end up walking past me it multiple times on the way to the butterfly garden. 

I'm not sure why we didn't go to the museum though we did go to the Ernest Hemingway House, the Ernest Hemingway House was the residence of American writer Ernest Hemingway in the 1930s. The house is situated on the island of Key West in Florida, it is at 907 Whitehead Street, across from the Key West Lighthouse, close to the southern coast of the island. Due to its association with Hemingway, the property is the most popular tourist attraction in Key West. It is also famous for its large population of so-called Hemingway cats, many of which are polydactyl. 

The residence was constructed in 1851 in a French Colonial Style by wealthy marine architect and salvager Asa Tift. From 1931 to 1939, the house was inhabited by Hemingway and his wife Pauline Pfeiffer. They restored the decaying property and made several additions. During his time at the home, Hemingway wrote some of his best-received works. 

Including the non-fiction work Green Hills of Africa (1935), the 1936 short stories " The Snows of Kilimanjaro " and " The Short Happy Life of Francis Macomber ", and the novels To Have and Not Have (1937) and Islands in the Stream (1970). After Hemingway's divorce and deaths, the house was auctioned off and subsequently converted into a private museum in 1964. On November 24, 1968, it was designated a National Historic Landmark. Born in 1899 in Oak Park, Illinois, Hemingway grew up in a comfortable, but fractious, family. 

Childhood trips to the remote woods of Michigan inspired his fascination with nature and a lifelong quest for adventure, including his passion for hunting and fishing. Interested in writing from an early age, he began his career as a journalist, working as a reporter in the Midwest. When poor eyesight kept him from enlisting during World War I, Hemingway volunteered as a Red Cross ambulance driver and was severely wounded in Italy at age 18, leading to a long convalescence. 

In the fall of 1921, he married Hadley Richardson, eight years his senior, and, on the advice of friends, the couple moved to Paris later that year. The Hemingway's quickly became part of a group of American expatriates who poured into the French capital in the decade after WWI, including F. Scott Fitzgerald, Gertrude Stein, Ezra Pound, and T.S. Eliot. Dubbed the “Lost Generation,” they wrote, painted and composed by day, and drank, debated, and caroused the City of Lights by night. Hemingway supported his family including his newborn son as a journalist, traveling throughout Europe on assignment, while also completing work on his first novel. 

“The Sun Also Rises,” which showcased Hemingway’s crisp, spare writing style and helped immortalize both its young author and his group of friends. Hemingway’s affair with fellow journalist Pauline Pfeiffer led to the collapse of his marriage to Richardson and their divorce in 1927. He married Pfeiffer soon after, and the pair decided to return to America when she became pregnant with the first of their two sons. 

Writer and friend John Dos Passos recommended Key West, in the southern end of the Florida Keys. When they arrived in 1928, Hemingway was immediately enchanted. Located just 90 miles from Cuba, the region’s welcoming weather and the laid-back, permissive atmosphere seemed tailor-made for Hemingway. The couple lived on-and-off in Key West for several years spending summers in Wyoming, before finally putting down permanent roots in 1931. 

Pfeiffer found a house at auction and her Uncle purchased it for $8'000 approximately 134'00 today as a belated wedding gift. Built-in 1851 by the owner of a local ship salvage company. The house sat on one of the largest private lots in the city, and, thanks to its high elevation and sturdy construction, could withstand even the fiercest of storms. The couple set out to restore the property, filling the house with the European antique furniture that Hemingway loved found on his frequent trips to Spain and elsewhere, and building a writing studio in a detached carriage house on the grounds. 

Hemingway helped make Key West famous, and he and the city became almost impossibly intertwined during his years there, he immortalized his favorite haunts and drinking buddies through his writing, most famously in 1937’s To Have and Have Not. A Key West-set novel inspired by a group of local black-market smugglers. His hard-partying ways even came home with him, quite literally, in the form of a urinal, drunkenly carried home from Sloppy Joe’s Bar and installed in his backyard, which is still working as a water fountain today. 

Hemingway also built a boxing ring on the property, allowing the self-styled pugilist a place to spar. Hemingway continued to travel throughout the 1930s for both work and pleasure. A two-month African safari in 1933 left him dangerously ill but provided both the inspiration for his famed short story “The Snows of Kilimanjaro” and trunks full of animal trophies, put on display in Key West. 

When Hemingway left to report on the Spanish Civil War in 1937, Pfeiffer decided to surprise him by building a pool, the first to be built on Key West Hemingway, however, seemed less than pleased by the gesture. Furious over the cost of more than $340,000 in today’s money, he threw a penny into the unfinished pool, noting that Pfeiffer might as well have taken his last cent. Pfeiffer, well acquainted with her husband’s often unstable moods, calmly had the penny embedded in concrete, forever immortalizing his outburst. 

The warm waters surrounding Key West seemed to beckon Hemingway, he quickly became obsessed with deep-water fishing, and soon bought his boat, the Pilar. "Papa" Hemingway, as he’d dubbed himself, took to sailing the nearby waters with friends in tow, who were soon nicknamed the Key West Mob. According to legend, a fellow sailor and ship captain gifted Hemingway with a male cat with six toes named Snow Ball, polydactyl cats were popular among sailors for both their rat-hunting skills and as a supposed source of good luck. 

Unlike Pfeiffer’s pool, Hemingway seemed tickled by the gift the warm waters surrounding Key West seemed to beckon Hemingway, he quickly became obsessed with deep-water fishing, and soon bought his boat, the Pilar. "Papa" Hemingway, as he’d dubbed himself, took to sailing the nearby waters with friends in tow, who were soon nicknamed the Key West Mob. According to legend, a fellow sailor and ship captain gifted Hemingway with a male cat with six toes named Snowball. 

Snowball soon gave way to the first of several generations of six- and seven-toed cats that roamed Hemingway’s properties including more than 50 of them that call the Key West property home today. Hemingway’s time at Finca Vigia long outlasted his brief, tempestuous marriage to Gellhorn. 

They divorced after five years, thanks in part to mutual infidelity and Hemingway’s resentment of her flourishing career. For the last two decades of his life, Hemingway would spend his winters at Finca Vigia, eventually joined by his fourth and final wife, Mary. His Cuban home became a pilgrimage of sorts, as admirers, friends, and fans from Hollywood, society and the literary world flocked to his doorstep. As in Key West, Hemingway happily held court, in a home filled with mementos and items that the notorious pack-rat refused to throw out, and surrounded by a gaggle of cats. 

Hemingway and his wife left Cuba in 1960, following Fidel Castro’s overthrow of the Batista government although the left-leaning Hemingway’s sympathies were with the revolutionaries. In ill health and increasingly suffering from the depression that ran through his family, and which he had struggled against all his life, Hemingway settled in Idaho. On July 2, 1961, he shot himself in his Ketchum home and died, aged 61. Mary was able to return to Finca Vigia to retrieve some of Hemingway’s belongings, but the house itself soon fell into disrepair. 

It was partially restored and reopened to the public in 2007, and it, along with his Key West home, stand almost frozen in time, testaments to Hemingway’s dramatic and eventful life. "I don’t mind Ernest falling in love," Hemingway's second wife, Pauline Pfeiffer, wrote of the literary giant, "but why does he always have to marry the girl when he does?" That's a question that Ernest Hemingway took to his grave. 

Before he ended his life with a gunshot to the head in July 1961, Hemingway had four wives who were remarkable in their own right: Hadley Richardson, Pauline 'Fife' Pfeiffer, Martha Gellhorn, and Mary Welsh. Having the unique experience of loving this talented, complicated, and erratic man. Welsh referred to each of her predecessors as graduates of "the Hemingway University" some of the women even managed to form a bond with one another. 

Born in 1891 in Missouri Hadley Richardson was a gifted museum who spent most of her 20s taking care of her ailing mother. Her father, who had worked in the pharmaceutical industry, had committed suicide in 1903 the same fate that would end Hemingway. When Richardson and Hemingway met at a party in Chicago in 1920, the two had instant chemistry, despite Richardson being eight years his senior. While her appearance was unremarkable, she made up for it in sensuality. 

Added to that, she reminded Hemingway of the nurse he fell in love with while recuperating from his battle wounds during World War I. In less than a year, the couple married and took off to Paris, encountering a who's who of famous writers such as James Joyce, Ezra Pound, and Gertrude Stein. Living off of Richardson's modest trust fund, the couple lived in Paris for about two years before moving to Toronto, where Hemingway worked for the Toronto Star. 

Around this time, Richardson gave birth to their son, Jack, whom they nicknamed " Bumby ". Bored with journalism, Hemingway longed to return to Paris to focus on his writing, and so the family of three found their way back to the City of Lights. Within a year of their return, they met a young, savvy journalist, Pauline "Fife" Pfeiffer, who would become Hemingway's second wife. Richardson and Pfeiffer became such close friends that the former had the younger woman accompany her and Hemingway on vacation. 

“ It would be a swell joke on tout-le-monde if you & Fife & I spent the summer at Juan-les-Pins, ” Richardson wrote to Hemingway in the spring of 1926, knowing by then that he and Fife were having an affair. But Richardson couldn't play the third wheel for long, the arguments between the couple began to grow, and that fall, she asked for a divorce. Which was finalized in January 1927. 

The couple's marriage lasted six years and by that spring, Hemingway and Pfeiffer were married. Hemingway would later romanticize his marriage with Richardson in his novel, A Moveable Feast. Born in 1895 in Iowa, Pauline " Fife " Pfeiffer was an accomplished journalist who wrote for Vogue in Paris. Unlike Richardson, Pfeiffer came from a very wealthy family and had a flair for fashion, sporting the latest trends while living in a chic Parisian flat off the Right Bank. 

As a career girl, a new concept at the time Pfeiffer was ambitious, curious, and possessed a great editorial eye, which she utilized when giving feedback on drafts of Hemingway's first novel, The Sun Also Rises. Considered the most reviled of Hemingway's wives, Pfeiffer has been referred to as the devil in Dior as well as a determined terrier who was set on snatching Hemingway from his kind-hearted first wife. Even Hemingway himself vilified her in his novel A Moveable Feast, claiming that she had "murdered" his relationship with Richardson by using the art of seduction. 

Regardless of how history views her, Pfeiffer remained Hemingway's wife for 13 years his second-longest marriage. Through her wealth, she had purchased the couple's home in Key West, Florida, starting in the late 1920s and gave birth to their two sons, Patrick and Gregory. A decade later, Hemingway was able to carry his share of financial responsibilities, as he had become one of the wealthiest writers in the world. But by then, he had become entranced by another ambitious journalist, Martha Gellhorn, who had befriended the Hemingways in the late 1930s. 

Just like Pfeiffer had befriended Hemingway's first wife and then became "the mistress," Gellhorn would do the same to Pfeiffer. To say the least, their marriage was unconventional and competitive, and for whatever his reasons, Hemingway began playing the field again. Soon, Gellhorn would find herself in the same position as Pfeiffer: She was now playing the role of ex-wife-to-be while Hemingway's new mistress, journalist Mary Welsh, waited in the wings. 

Gellhorn and Hemingway divorced in 19-. 

" Bella are you even listening to what I am saying, " Cece asked interrupting my thoughts. 

I sighed " sorry I was just thinking of the time me and Mimi went to the Ernest Hemingway house they told us quite a few things about him ". 

She glared at me " well stop it we need to focus on the first clue so we can figure out where the next one was " 

I shook my head " we should try to figure out where she had been in the Oldest House Museum first we might find something important ". 

Cece opened her mouth to say something but before she could a pain in my head flared up causing me to cry out and nearly fall off the stool I was on. My reading glasses ended up getting knocked off and the pain lessened but only slightly, the pain was overpowering me. I've had headaches before I got them a lot when I was a kid because I didn't drink enough water but none this painful it felt like my head was trying to split open. 

I felt someone grab my arm " Bella what's going on are you ok "? 

I could hear Cece's voice but it sounded like it was miles away instead of being right next to me, I went to answer but I couldn't seem to get my mouth to work before I blacked out from the pain. 

****** 

I felt pain all over my body as I was waking up but I knew I had to wake up I didn't know why just that I had something important to do. So I forced myself to wake up which wasn't as hard as I thought but when I tried to open my eyes I couldn't or I have opened my eyes and I just couldn't see. Either way, I am freaking out though I like option one better than option two I have a feeling option two might be the more realistic one. 

I tried to sit up blindly but nearly ended up falling off the right side of what I assume is a bed until someone grabbed me and centered me. 

" Hey, Bella I'm glad you are finally awake ". 

It was Cece, I turned to her voice " uhu I have a couple of questions ". 

She nodded ' or at least I assumed she did I'm still blind here ' before saying " shoot ". 

"All right well here's one why the hell am I BLIND? Where are we? And how long have I been out "? 

I heard her shuffling and she was probably about to say something before the door opened. 

" Ahh Ms. White you're finally awake I'm Doctor Alkin and you are in the Lower Keys Medical Center as for how long you were out I would say eleven since it's now midnight ". 

I nodded " as much as I appreciate you for answering my question you still haven't answered the most important question at least to me it is. Why am I blind "? 

He sighed " well Ms. White the reading glasses that you had been wearing had damaged your eyes, frankly I don't know how you were able to read with these glasses I can't even see with them and I'm blind without my glasses. Whoever prescribed you these glasses had the lenses way off, I put something over your eyes that you can't take off until I deem safe which is why I need you to come in tomorrow so I can check your eyes again ". 

I frowned at him but didn't say anything because I knew there was only one who could explain what was wrong with me and that was the lookout ghost. I heard shuffling beside me that I assume was Cece before I heard her say. 

" So am I allowed to check her out "? 

He nodded, ' again I'm just assuming ' before he said " of course just make sure she's here tomorrow at three ". 

She paused for a second before asking " later today tomorrow or tomorrow, tomorrow "? 

" Tomorrow, tomorrow," he told her and I heard the door open and close so I assumed he left the room. 

Cece sighed " what are we going to do Bella "? 

I laid back down on the bed " hope that my eyes aren't permanently damaged because not only do we need my eyes to see the clues that man leaves I still need my eyes for the rest of my life also ". 

Before Cece could respond to what I said my phone started blasting Lost Boy by Ruth B, I pulled it out of my pocket but ended up dropping it because of my newly found blindness. Cece must have caught it before it hit the floor because if it did I would have heard it. 

" Hello, this is Cece Bella's sister who is this "? 

I didn't hear the answer because the phone wasn't on speaker but I felt when Cece placed the phone at my ear and an animatronic voice said. 

" Hello Bella I'm quite sorry to hear what happened to you and I hate to be the bearer of bad news but your two hours are up ". 

I rolled my eyes or at least I tried to " yeah right I'm pretty sure your bad news incarnated ". 

He faked a hurt gasp " I'm hurt you would think that of me ". 

Before I could respond to what he said he became completely serious " any joking aside I decided to add four more days for you to find your Grandmother, see I can bring nice news ". 

Right, when he finished saying those words he hung up the phone so I turned to Cece and said. 

" We need to go to the lookout ".

" The hard part about writing a novel is Finishing it."

  Ernest Hemingway

On March 30, 1820, Anna Sewell was born into a devoutly Quaker family. Her mother, Mary Wright Sewell, was a successful children's book author. Sewell was mostly educated at home and did not attend school for the first time until she was twelve years old. Two years later, she seriously injured both ankles in an accident. From then on, Sewell had extremely limited mobility; she required crutches and could never walk great distances. 

SAnna_Sewellewell resorted to using horse-drawn carriages for transportation. Soon she fell in love with horses and became deeply concerned about their humane treatment. That concern led her to undertake the children's classic Black Beauty. Sewell undertook the novel not for children, but for those who cared for horses. She said her "special aim [was] to induce kindness, sympathy, and an understanding" toward equines. But when Sewell began the novel in 1871, her health was already failing. At first, she narrated the story to her mother. In 1876, Sewell began writing on small slips of paper, which her mother would then transcribe. 

Sewell completed Black Beauty in 1877, only five months before she passed away. She did, however, live long enough to enjoy the book's initial success. Though Sewell finished only one novel during her lifetime, that book has survived as a wonderful literary legacy.

Sewell is one of many legendary authors who managed to publish only a single novel during their lifetime. Here are a couple more examples of such authors.

Edgar Allan Poe
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One of the earliest American authors to embrace the short story, Edgar Allan Poe was a master of suspense and horror. He's credited with originating detective fiction and contributing to the evolution of science fiction. A truly prolific author, Poe was the first American author to earn his living (paltry though it sometimes was) through writing. Yet he only wrote one novel: The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym of Nantucket (1838). Jules Verne would later write a sequel in 1897 called An Anarctic Mystery, but also known as The Sphinx of the Ice Fields. 

Emily Brontë
Like her sisters, Emily Brontë originally published under a more androgynous pseudonym. When Wuthering Heights was published in 1847, it bore the name of Ellis Bell. The novel met with mixed reviews from critics, who mostly found the book unbelievable and even scandalous. In a later edition, Charlotte Brontë wrote a preface to the novel, defending her sister's work. Unfortunately Emily would not survive to write another masterpiece; she died of tuberculosis only a year after Wuthering Heights was published. 

Oscar Wilde
Oscar Wilde wrote plenty of plays and poetry, but The Picture of Dorian Gray (1890) would be his only novel. It didn't win Wilde any friends with literary critics, who called the novel everything from "effeminate" to "unclean." Always eager to please, Wilde revised the novel but directed the rest of his energies to plays and poetry. During Wilde's lifetime, he would be best known for these, but it was Dorian Gray that earned Wilde a place in the literary canon. 

Margaret Mitchell
Margaret Mitchell had never wanted to publish a novel, but then a colleague expressed doubt that Mitchell could accomplish such a feat. Gone with the Wind was published in 1936, propelling Mitchell to the exact kind of fame she had wanted to avoid. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 1957. 

Gone with the Wind has remained one of the bestselling books of all time. Mitchell, who hated being in the limelight, refused to publish another novel and had little time to reconsider—she died at age 49, after being struck by a car. Her novella Lost Laysen was published posthumously in 1996. 

Ross Lockridge, Jr
Though Ross Lockridge, Jr. has yet to become a household name, the author received considerable acclaim for his first novel, Raintree County, published in 1948. The book is often considered a Great American Novel, placing Lockridge in the illustrious company of legendary authors like Mark Twain and Ernest Hemingway. Raintree County topped the New York Times bestseller list and was adapted for the silver screen in 1951. But it would be Lockridge's last work; he committed suicide only three months after Raintree County was published. 

Ellison_JuneteenthRalph Ellison
When Ralph Ellison published Invisible Man in 1952, it met with almost immediate acclaim. It won the U.S. National Book Award for Fiction in 1953. Ellison continued to write, hoping to match the success of his debut novel. But in 1967, a fire in his home destroyed Ellison's second manuscript. Ellison persevered, eventually producing a new manuscript that sprawled to over 2,000 pages. After he died, the manuscript was condensed, edited, and published as Juneteenth. 

Boris Pasternak
Boris Pasternak is remembered as a titan of twentieth-century poetry. It's no wonder that his attempt at a novel would be nothing short of spectacular—yet Dr. Zhivago (1957) was almost not published at all. The manuscript had to be smuggled out of Russia and published abroad. In 1958, Pasternak was awarded the Nobel Prize in Literature, and his latest novel certainly contributed to the Swedish committee's decision. Unfortunately the Russian government disapproved of Pasternak's perspective, and he was forced to decline the Nobel Prize under threat of punishment. 

Harper Lee
Since Harper Lee published To Kill a Mockingbird in 1960, it has become one of the most popular and enduring works of American literature. The novel earned the 1961 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction and consistently finds its way onto school reading lists. In 2007, Lee was awarded the Presidential Medal of Freedom for her contribution to letters. Lee published a second novel the year before her death, but circumstances surrounding it are murky at best. Although Go Set a Watchman was marketed by its publisher as a sequel to Lee's magnum opus, we now know it was merely a rough draft for To Kill A Mockingbird. 

It's unclear why Lee never published again between Mockingbird and the release of Watchman, though she did spend several years on a novel called The Long Goodbye before abandoning the project. Lee has made another mark on literature thanks to her friendship with Truman Capote, whom she assisted in researching In Cold Blood. 

John Kennedy Toole
When A Confederacy of Dunces was published in 1980, it earned author John Kennedy Toole a posthumous Pulitzer Prize. The brilliant but troubled Toole had finished the novel much earlier. But the stress of consistent rejections from publishers wore on Toole, as did other aspects of his life. He committed suicide in 1969. The book was published thanks to the hard work of Toole's mother and has since been recognized as an outstanding work of twentieth-century American literature.



The smoke covered his eyes. 

Like a curtain, hiding away the reality of everything. 

He kept staring away. 

A suffocating feeling pushed him down. 

The color blue sparkled with great attention. 

A sigh escaped his mouth. 

When exactly it managed to do this? 

He does not know. 

Time moves on at a very slow pace. 

Drowning. 

He keeps going. 

Afraid to harm those around him. 

How can someone live like this? 

This is the fate of those that are blessed with too much intelligence, the psychology book says. 

Then why do I commit so many stupid mistakes? 

There is no answer to that question. 

A sick feeling persists around him. 

But you have friends? a whisper comes around. 

But these feelings persist, he means to say. 

But he is not heard. 

Will he ever be heard? 

Sometimes he smokes. 

He hates it. 

More than anything in the world. 

It makes him feel sick. 

He still does it anyway. 

An actual feeling of sickness is better than this, he tells himself. 

Another burned mark left on his forearm. 

To remind himself how many times he has felt like this. 

The television outside his room is roaring. 

You can't even drown without something being a bother, he tells himself. 

Maybe he should get some help. 

He would have to bother with going to therapy. 

But the pills would be a great help. 

More smoke covers his face. 

He looks for the words of those he most admires. 

The Greats, he calls them. 

Nietzsche, Hemingway, Edgar Allan Poe, Kafka 

All lived terrible lives. 

Terror will always follow the artist, his mind would say. 

Why do I have to be an artist then? he would respond. 

Silence was all that ensued. 

Is it because you lack freedom? another argument comes. 

I do not know, he says. 

I have friends, family, money, security. 

I can buy any game, I have been told I am loved by many beauties, I have gone to great parties and have made great memories. 

Momentary happiness is just a lapse in this timeline of emptiness. 

Another, irrelevant question, why the reference in the title? 

Those that know what it means and have enjoyed it probably know what it means. 

I see. 

I doubt it. 

When did the perspective change? 

I have no idea. 

Is the "he" you were referring to at the beginning you? 

Maybe. 

And suddenly I have been given a voice as well. 

Yes. 

Why did you give my character magic when nobody else uses such a thing? 

I want magic to be how it's supposed to. Magic is something fantastical, something that follows no logic, and because of that the effects are always random, which I found fun. 

It is an interesting perspective. 

.... 

Is it because you don't believe in yourself? 

Doubtful, I believe in myself. It's more like I don't want to do anything. 

Does nothing call your attention? 

Not really. 

Why is this novel so strange? 

It follows my whims. 

So you created me on a whim? 

God created me on a whim as well. 

You believe in God? 

Scientifically speaking, it seems quite unlikely, however, I gain nothing by rejecting his existence. 

I guess that is true. 

Yet, if they do exist, I believe that they are just like me. Lost and purposeless. 

Quite a nihilist approach. 

I am a nihilist, after all. 

Are you the villain of the story? 

..... 

Some characters here believe that you are the evil in this world. 

.... 

Are you? 

.... 

What's wrong? 

The song changed. 

Song? 

Yes. 

What does that mean? 

It means nothing. 

I guess there was no point asking a nihilist about the meaning of anything. 

True. 

Is this entire novel like flcl? 

Another occult reference. 

Well is it? 

Maybe it means something to someone. 

Are you alone? 

We will always be alone. 

Even in the biggest group of people, you will always be alone. 

Why? 

That is the destiny I shall give you.

A woman descended from the Heavens and gave Humanity the opportunity of joining her kind. She gave them the power to absorb the abilities and strength of anything they can kill. The once proclaimed Goddess gave these humans one task, to find Epsilon. Yet in that journey, humans will have to sacrifice everything in search of it. The specific genre of literature is experimental

Before coming to Japan Elysian Rae Hemingway was the popular in her grades and looks around the school of girls and boys.

Elysian Rae Hemingway came from a high class Family riches included in funds from birth. 

Her mother Elysium Rai Hemingway was born into money and was now the President of her own Fashion Company Ladie's and Pearls. 

By the time Elysium was 18 years old she had other Companies she had inherited from her her Grandfather he had Businesses in Paper and Boats.

 Elysium was married when she was 22 years old and had two children a son Elijah Ray and daughter Elysian Rae Hemingway.

When her children became teens Elysium  Rai Hemingway divorced her husband Jaxon W.Griffon. 

And took custody of both her children and moved to Japan for her Company was booming there more then Canada.

  Natsuki who had long black hair and hazel brown eyes with her skin was creamy to the eye to see.

 Hemingway had long curly brown hair and one brown eye and one green eye her dark skin made her eyes more intriguing. 

They we're ten and eleven years old their Father's were friends from the army 1930's and wanted to stay in touch through their daughters.

The second time the two young girls met was in the warehouse of lost girls and they were put together in a room of four. 

They met Maria Knight and Lujena Aiye the two girls looked similar to them for they were Asian and Black and white descendants. 

When they came back they were still ten and nine years old when they met in the warehouse they were 17 and 18 years old. 

They ended up in the same time and place it was like a loop of their lives after they disappeared.

 They never met those other girls but they did met each other again in the past 1988 at a Birthday Party. 

They hated each other for so long that they had friends eventually pinned against each other for their war of them.  

Hemi was saying this out loud Natsuki stuck up can't stand her ass.

 Has to know everything that's going on.

Why is she even at this party? 

I get that I am transfer exchange student but why does she have to be here on my birthday I mean never mind...

That's the transfer speaking badly about the Natsuki our top A student again someone says in the crowd.

 Wow Its been years now just stop it.

Hemi grabbed a bottle of whiskey and walked off yelling It's me always me Peace out and left with bottle in hand. 

Natsuki turned to the crowd and said it's her surprise party was that actually necessary. 

Her friend Jana said Why do you always stick up for her? 

As she walked through the crowd looking for Hemi by the time she got site of her she got into a taxi. 

Hemi flipped the bird at the over lookers that were staring at her. 

Hemi screamed out the window homebound and gave her address. 

Natsuki got into her car and drove towards unversity campus where the dorms are she thought about when she would see Hemi at nights would walk to the cliff.

 Hemi would scream at the sky. 

How she hated being in this place!! 

Where she's not at home !!! 

Everyone looks the same and show no emotions all robots!!!.

Natsuki worried park the car near the cliff and she saw the taxi drive off and Hemi walking towards the forest. 

Natsuki started walking and calling out to Hemi, Hemingway !! 

Please answer me !! Hemingway!! Natsuki heard a sound and ran towards it sitting on the forest.

 Hemi crying that she dropped the bottle Hemingway looked up and said take a picture.

 What do you want? 

You have everything!!.. 

Just leave me alone she tried to walk away but Natsuki grabbed her arm and said I don't have you.

 Hemi pulled away and walked to her dorm room she slammed the door since her room mate was at the party but the door didn't slam. 

Hemi turn around and went to say get out but Natsuki kissed her with all her mIght pushing her against the wall holding her one hand against the wall. 

As she started to unbutton Hemi shirt they both breath Hemi said Natsuki 

What are you doing?

And Natsuki said I want you and pulled her towards Hemi's room that one night changed.

 Her feelings and she showed Natsuki her truth in bed the moans and touches brought her to tears. 

How they really have been feeling for each other all these years and been hiding it behind the hate for each other. 

Morning came and Natsuki was in the bathroom having a shower as Hemi was getting dressed. 

The front door to dorm unlocked and Jana and Sakura walk in talking about how they have hangovers and its time to sleep for three days.

 Natsuki came out and said Hello she heard them come in and Jana was surprised to see Natsuki in Sakura and Hemi dorm.

Jana asked Natsuki what she was doing in the dorm Natsuki responded well I slept here with Hemi she's getting dressed. 

Jana shocked at her answered grabbed her by the shoulders and yelled loudly did she hurt you?

Are you okay? 

Hemi entered the room high fived Sakura and said I am checking the messages am sure I heard your Mum voice last night with my Mom in the background.

 Sakura laughed sounds like them and us at times. 

The messages read three unread messages Saki and Hemi We got your grades and you have passed so no more classes the message went beep.

The second message Hey its yours Moms you start work at April 21st learning the ropes Hurry up!!

 Lily the message is going 9am my office beep beep.

The last message Elysian am proud of you I love you , Lily say Oh No she puking Sakura your Mom loves you not my shoes!!!
 Lily sorry Elys I'm sorry beep beep. 

Natsuki said Elysian is your first name? 

Sakura turned around and said her name is Hemingway or Hemi you got it.

 Jana said How long have you two known each other? 

Hemi responded about six year before coming here to Japan.

 Are Mom's are bestfriends and also involved with each other.

 We are basically Step-sisters but I have also known Natsuki for years as well. 

Jana said oh wow so how did you two ended up together last night?

 Hemi said aren't you dating Saks and Why should it matter how we ended up together.

Sakura stopped Jana Hey Lets get some sleep we will talk later lock the door if you leave Hemi and Saki closed her bedroom door.

Fifteen years has gone Hemingway and Sakura now own the Ladie's and Pearl's Company left to them by their Mother's. 

And Sakura has a new girlfriend Avery Grey she a Photographer for their Company called Cookies and Seams.     

 Natsuki and Hemingway are married and have a daughter who Hemi gave birth too her Natsuki named her Lysiane Moon Sato Hemingway. 

By the time Lysiane was ten years old Hemi had packed up their suitcase's for a Wedding Trip.

On the trip was Sakura and Avery and Hemi and Natsuki and Lysiane and baby Ocean Rai Hemingway Sato and Jana the bride and bride Mizuki were off to  Hawaii.    

Everyone has a love story with slight twist.

"Go ahead, Mr. Riot," Magus Hemingway replied patiently.

"Can you explain inner power to us? In our class literature, 'So you want to be a Magus?', there is an explanation that stresses that inner power is required to learn spell casting." Lucky Riot knew that the mark of the eighth level of the Hardbody Stage was developing internal power and outer force. The external force part, of course, referred to qi being released outside of the body. However, Lucky only knew that inner power was related to magic and that the psyche perception played a significant role.

"A timely question, little boy." Magus Hemingway smiled in appreciation, this boy had read the pre-class literature! This was impressive. In Magus Hemingway's experience, most students would merely skim the literature, and she would have to basically reiterate the volume in detail. She walked to her desk at the front of the classroom and pulled a small scarlet crystal out. Though this crystal was the size of an adult finger, it possessed a strong aura. With a flick, the crystal shot towards Lucky, who easily caught it.

"Thank you, honored magus," Lucky replied nonchalantly. Inwardly he was shocked! When he held this Berserk Plasma crystal fragment in his hand, he could feel potent blood energy contained within. It made his own blood growl in hunger, which was a fascinating sensation for Lucky.

Had he been rewarded for merely asking a good question?? 

The Magi class was generous, and this motivated him. Didn't this mean that excellent results would yield him extra training resources from this mystical woman?

Magus Hemingway took note of Kasino Riot's facial expression but didn't notice even a trace of curiosity or excitement. She felt a bit disappointed, as to her, this meant that this boy's blood was probably on the ordinary human level. Otherwise, he would have felt overwhelmed by such a gift. If this were the case, Kasino was destined to struggle to achieve great things. She simply couldn't figure out what made her senior apprentice sister take the brat as her direct student, "This is a Berserk Plasma crystal fragment, your reward. See me after class if you need its usage explained, or simply ask your professor."

Magus Hemingway smiled lightly at the class and made nothing of it, "Inner power refers to what is known as ESP. ESP is your unlocked mental awareness of the seen and the unseen. The ability to perceive your own soul and psychic power, or psi. ESP is essential in the use of magic. It can be considered the triggering mechanism for spellcasting."

Lucky's eyes brightened when he heard this. So this was the case. 

Magi Class was separated into two sessions like the Warrior class, except there were only an hour in-between sessions. The rest of the first session was spent learning the basics of ESP before they split up into two groups, giving the older students free reign to practice magic, and Magus Hemingway some one-on-seven-time with the new students. This was Lucky's first time seeing one of the new students, a pretty girl with violet hair who appeared to be around 15 years old. She was slim up top but very curvy and athletic. Lucky even found her to be vaguely familiar, although he wasn't sure why. He could also recognize her scent. He felt sure he knew her, but it seemed to be from so very long ago that he couldn't place the memory. This girl would also throw the occasional curious glance his way as if she was peeking on him.

It was clear she also knew him.

"She must not have any interest in warrior class, which is why I've only met her now," Lucky quickly understood the situation, "She's rather pretty, though."

Lucky wasn't sure why he had become so interested in the opposite sex lately when he had never truly cared before. However, after his bloodline awakened, many things about himself had undergone changes. For instance, he had many devious ideas for his new maid. The first night she came, he was in no mood to entertain her due to his scuffle with Bravo. However, tonight would definitely be fun…

"Okay little boys and girls, this is not the place where we play around," Magus Hemingway spoke in a soft but stern voice. "The curriculum is tough, and I expect amazing effort and accomplishments from each and every one of you! Falling below the standard means being ejected from my class. Understood?"

"Yes!" the seven new students said together, even though Lucky just nodded.

"Good! Now then, before assigning individual curriculums for you all, we must first discover your magical affinity," while speaking, Magus Hemming pulled out a cauldron-like device the size of a bike tire out of her little handbag. At this point, Lucky would have to be daft to not realize this handbag was a spatial treasure! Spatial treasures had separate spaces inside that could be used to store items. 

Only the high-level persona could have such a treasure, as they were incredibly expensive. Magus Hemingway placed the device on a desk and had the seven new students gather around. "This is a Mysticism Revealed Pot. With this device, we will be able to discern what attributes your mystic energy has a natural affinity with if any. You'll then work to make your mystic origin reflect that attribute."

"Honored Magus, I have a question!" exclaimed the girl with violet hair.

"Ms. Mercy, how may I answer you?" asked Magus Hemingway with a smile. 

With this, Lucky finally realized who this child was. Nevara Mercy, Violet Mercy's little sister. She's two years younger than them and should be 14 this year. He had no idea she was even in Thoth Academy, and she had been here this entire time? In the same class, two years behind them, no less? This was clearly arranged by the Mercy Family and the academy personally. Lucky suddenly realized he had been far too naive in regards to Violet's opinion of him. How could Violet not even tell him that her little sister attended the academy as well?

Did he even really know her at all?

"What if we are compatible with more than one attribute?" asked Nevara Mercy innocently. One could tell that she had answered it in her own heart, and she just wanted to confirm it.

"First of all, this is an infrequent occurrence. In truth, most humans do not even have an elemental affinity. However, for youths like yourself with high compatibility with original energy, this is not the case. You possess bodies that can produce high levels of mana…" Magus Hemingway spoke mysteriously in her response, "however, if you truly do possess an affinity with multiple elements, then it is possible to practice more than one. However, this road will definitely be more difficult and dangerous."

"May I go first?" asked Nevara Mercy.

"Come, child. Pinch some blood from your finger into the mouth of the Mysticism Revealed Pot," replied Magus Hemingway. Nevara followed suit, and a drop of her blood fell into the seemingly empty pot. Once inside, a clear liquid rippled and started swirling wonderfully. Violet Mercy couldn't help but glance to that side of the classroom as her little sister was about to have her mysticism revealed. She was naturally the most curious.

The clear liquid suddenly turned milky white and then boiling. A swirl of scarlet flame energy was condensed, followed by a fierce pale green wind energy swirl, as the liquid rotated like a whirlpool.

One layer…

Two layers…

Three layers…

After the fourth layer of waves in the whirlpool formed, the liquid suddenly became utterly still. Seconds later, the water receded until the Mysticism Revealed Pot once again looked as if it was empty. 

"Fascinating."

"How pretty!"

"Honored Magus, what do the waves mean?"

"Two! There were truly two elements, right?!"

"Violet, your sister's a badass."

"Two beautiful sisters with dual affinity! It's like a dream."

"Fire and wind…those are both pretty hard to control."

…

The new students and even many of the other students marveled at Nevara's results, throwing compliments at her and her sister. Violet was blushing, but Nevara seemed as if she didn't even hear the voices around her. She stared at the pot lost in thought.

Magus Hemingway didn't hurry to silence the students and spoke after they all naturally turned to her. She had such a massive presence that she simply didn't need to talk, the students would all turn to her as if by instinct. Once they noticed she was waiting, they all fell silent one by one. She spoke unhurriedly, "Ms. Mercy, according to the mysticism revealed pot, you have been blessed with duel Flaming Wind veins and high-level mystic circuits."

What is a Mystic Pharaoh?

A shining light within the most bottomless abyss?

A beacon of strength in the face of calamity?

A warrior unrestrained by the physical plane, standing united with the natural elements?

All races worship the Celestial Pharaohs as the gods among ants.

Until the day the smallest and weakest of the ants rose up in resistance!

In the Magi Era, humanity has discovered the wonders of magic! This brought humans, the race once thought to be the weakest existence, to the peak of competition with the universe's strongest races!

Unfortunately, not everyone can be in that competition. Even though Lucky Riot spent his whole life being looked down on, he still never looked down on himself. He knew he was destined to eclipse the glory of all others!

It was what Lucky was born to do.

In an age where humanity has discovered the secrets of the universe or the ability to utilize origin energy, becoming magi is the only way to earn respect! However, Lucky seems to have zero talent in cultivating! Of course, that was all before the day he punched a hole into someone's face!

"Should I yield due to someone claiming their birth is nobler than my own? No! If they say I can not have her, I will make her mine regardless! If they consider me slow, I will outpace them! If they consider me a minor character, I will outgrow them! If they say I am inferior, I will simply surpass them! Who will stop me then?"

Join Lucky as he awakens the power that sleeps within and discovers the ever-changing world of the mystics!

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