This is a story from 'Dream Diary' of young man who is [Ultimate Macaulay]; Jasper C. Maker. AKA "Writer Psychosis". at complex the stories, it still his dreams.

A short story about an amateur writer trying to write something decent.

That was the day my life changed, that was the day I realized, magic is no game to play. 

I was welcomed into the world of magic and wolves by a witch with a pretty face, deep amber eyes that still to this day I think could read my soul. 

All because it had started to rain on a sunny day.

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Payton is your average woman trying to make a living doing some honest work, she just erm, does it differently than most. Using the art of tarot cards, she creates her stories based on the cards she pulls, tells stories from the pictures. And she is very well known for it to. 

Then she gets an actual tarot reading, from a real life witch and she is thrown into the supernatural world where nothing is as it seems. 

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Please note that add ons to my book The Dog Walker will be implanted into this story, clarifications, advancements of smaller plots, etcetera. But you don't have to have read it to read this one. 

This story also has g×g themes and that pairing is the main ship. 

This lovely cover was made by @saturnxduck on wattpad

She is a writer. He is her number one fan.
She is in love and so is he.
She loves them. He loves her.
Yes, she loves THEM. But he doesn't mind.
She doesn't know. He keeps it low.
This story is written for her. He is writing how she falls...
Not for him, but for somebody else.

At a Writer's Fan Meeting Con.
Reporters & fans had gathered & the crowd had rounded up a writer named Edge for his new success "Voice of Heart"  which has been a tremendous hit between his fans & the writer is sitting at the centre of the crowd in a very casual manner. And suddenly in between a reporter raises a question for the writer.
Reporter: Sir, you are pretty new to this industry & it's your first novel which has been released. Can you tell us about how did you conquer this instant popularity between this large amount of readers? And we also heard that many well-known authors are also in your fanbase now.
The writer with a smile over his face & takes off his glasses & passes a laugh for the reporter's question & starts speaking.
Edge: Secret. There is no such secret.
Reporter: Are you intentionally trying to dodge the question, Sir.
Edge: Seriously, no. Anyway, let me tell you a story then. People present here, Do you want to listen to that story?
The crowd who were present there in the Fan Meeting Con. shouted together in one voice to the writer.
Crowd: Yes! Yes! We want to hear the story.
Edge: Okay, then my lovely people am going to start before that have a seat.
( All the fans got a seat & they all waited for their favourite writer to narrate the  story for them ).
Edge: So let's start our story. The story starts with a flashback.

The story revolves around an IT professional named Lee Won who looses his job under certain circumstances & how he gets success that he always imagined off getting in his life. Will he be successful? Will he be happy with his future?
For that just read the story.
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In a small rented accomodation, we see 3 people sitting around a table. On the table bits of paper lie thrown about without any care and small unpainted figures in the shape of heroic-looking mages and priests.
The most notable of these figure sits at the head of the table, she has dyed green hair and is dressed with makeup to match as a stereotypical dryad. She sits scribbling on pieces of paper the same thing over and over again in the hope that perhaps one will survive what is to come. For now, we will call her The Writer.
The second figure adjusts their glasses somewhat as the writer finishes another scrap of paper. He is a thin figure with average features save for the large dark circles under his eyes, but he too is dressed in what would typically be a strange outfit a suit and a top hat with a large array of gears stuck hastily upon it in a clear attempt to form a convincing steampunk look. He is focused look down at the figure in his hands a gunslinger it seems and from the half-finished paint job it seems the figure has based his outfit on the character he is painting. We'll call him The Artist.
The third figure puts away the inhaler they'd just finished using before looking over the writer's shoulders and giving his 'expert' opinion
"Replace the word fucked with damnation, you might have to restructure the sentence but I think it works."
The writer glares at him for a second and with a quietly muttered 'fuck it' makes changes to the piece she is writing. We will call this man who is so wise to the way of words The Editor and he is dressed in an expensive space marine costume he ordered before everything went down.
The artist has now finished the current layer on his gunslinger figure and looks over at the artists now edited piece of writing before letting out a small scoff at what is written.
"Really?"
On the newest piece The Writer throws onto the table we see the message that she has left for those that follow
[Hello if you are reading this then a piece of paper survived and we did not so first of all fuck whatever god you the reader believe in.
Aside from that, I have a story to tell one that perhaps you know, perhaps you don't but either way, it is the story of how you got here. So please sit down comfortably with a caffeinated beverage of your choice and read the story of how the world ended.
Once upon a time, a length of time ago, 3 friends in the middle of a dnd game had an idea they'd make a fake news story and spread it around their university see if they could convince people of something really stupid. So after 12 hours of work and litres of caffeine, a story was made about the russian president insulting the US President saying his penis was tiny and that the US presidents wife now prefered 'Russian meat'.
The friends spread the story around their university and laughed at the stupidity of their own joke before a total wipe against an Ancient Red Dragon in the dnd campaign thanks to the DM (yours truly the Writer of this fantastic letter) feeling extra sadistic.
However, the story after just a week managed to spread elsewhere, first, it was a local newspaper then a local news station but eventually, it reached the home of fake news Fox where the story was ran for a week.
Ordinarily, this is where the story ends the 3 friends find out the joke has gone too far and reveal the truth, however, none of the 3 watched the news or read the newspaper, and their only friends were each other so they sat around a table playing space-themed campaign of dnd as the news spread and spread.
The friends only noticed the news when they heard the US had shot down Russian planes. That was just the start, of course, and now 4 months after the fact three friends sit in their tiny rented accommodation waiting for the first nuclear missile to be dropped.
The End
It's kinda funny isn't it reader whose god I cursed, most of mankind wiped out in a nuclear holocaust caused by 3 idiots with a love of dnd. Truly the damnation of mankind arises from its own arrogance and stupidity.]
The Artist looks at the Writer "I kind of prefer it when ended saying 'Mankind fucked itself with its own stupidity'"
The Writer just gives the Artist a deadpan expression. "Well if you look around you'll see a lot of copies with that already written, I know it's hard to see sometimes with those oversized windows on your face but do try"

He just bites back "Bitch"
"Ass"
The editor cuts in knowing they could do this for hours if they had hours left. "So mister steampunk when do you think the bombs will drop."
"A Couple days maybe."
"Really kind of optimistic I was thinking in terms of hours. and you are fearless arboreal overlord"
The Writer raises an eyebrow at the nickname. "Don't call me that again but my guess is 13 minutes 24 seconds."
"Oooh touchy, but how specific, know something we don't" as he reaches for his phone to set a timer. The Writer gives a haughty Scoff

"Don't I always." reaching into her pocket to reveal a phone already counting down now reading
00:13:18
After this brief conversation they go back to their tasks, The Writer writing her message for the world after, The Artist finally having the freedom to paint his miniatures and The Editor critiquing both the whole time.
00:08:18 
"So, Forever DM want to go sit outside and watch how wrong your guess for the bombs was?" The Editor breaks what had been a 30 second period of silence with a question. 
"Sure." The Writer responds before looking to The Artist" You in oh great painter of figures."
"Yeah, guess i could use a break."
00:06:11
We now see the 3 friends sitting in the tiny square of grass the landlord called a garden.
00:05:39
The Editor goes inside before bringing out some lawn chairs for them to sit in.
00:03:20
The Writer goes back into the house to grab some drinks, Alcoholic for her and The Editor, Cola for The Artist.
00:01:01
A plane flies overhead. 
00:00:50
Another plane flies overhead
00:00:40
The Editor looks at the Writer "So it doesn't look like the bombs are dropping anytime soon"
The Writer just smirks "Wait a couple seconds"
00:00:17
Another plane flies overhead this time however the 3 noticed something fall out of it.
00:00:09
After seconds of stunned silence, The Editor quietly says "Maybe it wasn't a Bomb"
00:00:02
The Artist just turns to The Writer pausing for just a second "How the Fu-"
00:00:00
The Artist never got to finish his sentence and the timer never got to go off as all that remains of the area the 3 were sat in is a small slightly torn piece of paper telling a story.

Once upon a time 3 idiots made a fake news story. 4 months later they died in the 1st nuclear strike that would start the end of the world. What will these 3 idiotic dnd playing nerds do now in their next life.

Arata started thinking when he heared his(blaze's) answer "I see, so your cursed fate is not going to stop chasing you. No matter what we do." And he also thought that in his mind "Nemesis, what were you doing by letting him use his power?"

After those thoughts he said this to him "listen blaze! You're forbidden from using that attack until you completely learn how to control your magic power.

So for the time being you should just master other magics and your sword nemesis. This is an absolute order!" Then he went away from there as He put an end to their training for the day.

Blaze was still on his knees while heavily breathing because of exhaustion but from the expression of his face it looked like he still hasn't learned his lesson yet.

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Writer:- This is how the story of a perv*erted high school boy began who came to a different world which is completely unknown for him where he started learning magic....

Blaze interrupted writer:- hey! Shut up already.

Writer :- (angrily) why you always have to interrupt when I'm saying the last words of story to readers!

Blaze :- because this whole story reached an end yet you didn't even sent me to a single date or showed my awesomeness to anyone.

Writer :- why are you always full of complaints?

Blaze :- why don't you accept that you're useless and can't writer anything better than me!

Writer :- who are you calling useless?! You stupid as*shole!

Blaze:- why you!! Let me teach...

Both of them started fighting eachother Blaze got rapid punches from writer. Oww! Oww! Blaze screamed in pain and then writer got hit in return by blaze for punches and he also gave a piercing cry ahh!

Haruna :- uhh... Looks like their fight isn't going to stop for now. So everyone I'm going to say this on writer's behalf "Thankyou everyone for reading the story of blaze's 2nd arc and I hope you'll continue your support and keep reading it until it's very end"
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The End of 2nd Arc

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"So much secrets revealed and yet, no progression in the story at all. What a story ! First of a kind. Hey, Tom ? Don't you agree with me ?"


"Stop reading that 'High school life debuts" shit, Vaine. Come ! We have some problem showing up. Your wife found that girl, what was her name again ? Ohh, Bonnie Hughes and I don't think that is good. The eternal poison is still inside of her."


"We all know that is bad. But rest a minute, I just revived and you are already chasing some dead meat. Do whatever you want, I want to finish that novel 'My High School Life Debuts Now...' first. Bye !"


"That bastard..He hasn't changed...Even when he was a king, he was laxist..This is why your wife killed you. Shit !"


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Well, I don't want to use the same pattern the others to introduce themselves. Just guess who I am. It's really simple............Yay !! I am the emperor presumed dead. But I am alive....I feel like you don't give a shit. So how about I tell you something else ? I had a concubine once in my life. And She seemed a lot like a thot. So, who was she ?....I am waiting........You found it ? Of course, it was....Fleur Vanessa.


Yeah, I know. I am the shitty father who died early in the story. 


"Wait ! Writer, I am not that shitty !! You created me."


Like I was saying, I was a shitty person. A shitty father who left this family for another. 


"What did I eve--"

"[Writer]My father left us for another family. And I will never forgive him.."

"Writer...It is okay to be angry but don't let your emotions ruin the story.."

"[Writer]What if I was telling my story through the story ?"

"Writer...."


I was a shitty father and I knew that my death would affect the peoples I loved but I didn't care at that time. I wanted what's best for me. So I returned there as the emperor. And the only thing I brought upon myself was death. But I came back now. Stronger than ever. And If I can help the people I love, I promise to help them this time.



"[Writer]If only my father would've said that. Maybe my family wouldn't be as shitty as now. Well, life sucks sometimes and that's it."



To be continued.
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*My High School Life Debuts Now...SEQUEL*


I am no more the little girl abused and bullied. I grew up and I can now say proudly and loudly, I am Vee Vanessa. Getting manipulated and used for someone's else conveniency was my usual day. But It changed not long ago. Far from my family and bizzarreries, I was happy. But that was before they came. The one reponsible for our reincarnations. They weren't here for peace but here to take back what they gave. In this book, it will be I, Vee against an other completely different world.

 Hei, my name is Grayson Asley. I know my intro is weird a little, this is my first time doing this for my entire life. I have read a million book that has pro intro, but this is mine so I want it to be original and so on this story will come.
Before I go to the story, I have a background why this story finally here.
I forgot the day and what year is that. All I remember is that day was rain night, sky full with lighting that race on each other and flashing like a bliss of giant camera. And I am on the traffic way to home, and I stuck for 2 hours because the chaos caused by that storm.
Finally I am home, tired as hell and wet. No one home and no food to eat even some leftover in fridge. No fast food restaurant agree to send delivery because of the weather and I can blame no one.  And just a moment of that, friend of mine send me a random email, he ask me if I want to share my biographic story for him to write down as a book or something.
I was though that he just joking around. I don't know much about this guy, basically he was my friend friend's back there. I know that he was an author and book writer but, why me? I am just 23 young man back there. Nothing special about me. I am not a hero that save our nation, none a celebrity or billion dollar maker. I am just an ordinary boy who work as junior high math teacher. There is no reason for anyone to write down my ordinary story, I tough that he was drunk to ask me that my none profit story to him. So I reply with formal apologize to him and a minute after he call me 
That was an awkward conversation. He want me to say yes for my biography but I am still on my first though and denied.
That nothing happen after that. I am back on my everyday routine and the writer never make a contact with me again. Nothing change from me from that period, I just have a little habit to read down a big book stuff about famous people. I am just curios what they have faced, what make it so big that worth for people to write, read, and remember from their experience. And as my expect there are big complicated heart touching tragedy in each famous people life before they got into their hell of fame.
I read down so many book and I though a lot. All famous people that world worth to know are same with me from their begin. They just a human, they make a mistake. But they make mistakes a lot more than me. 
For years, I enjoy my new hobby and that thing become my habit 

Until one day, I heard a news that the writer who ask me to write my biography was died. He has cancer and can't be cured. For all random things that come to my life, my appreciate goes to him because of his sudden biography request, finally I discover things I cannot faced in my life but people do in their life trough the biography story
And I end up coming to his house and say thanks to him in his coffin. Everyone seem so gloomy, all dressed black, and wreaths everywhere. This is sick, enough to tell that the writer was a good man back time when he was alive.
I just want to say thanks and go, but another stranger impede me and ask me to stay a little longer. Well, it's mourning condition and he ask me politely. So why not I am staying a little longer on this sad and uncomfortable situation?
then I stay with a half of my heart
People come and go from the writer house and I nibble a little bit why am I stay here? from a bunch of people that comes and go, I know no one.
So I decided to go without farewell pep talk to the writer family.
For god saken in that moment I just step my feet from the chair, the man who ask me to stay a little longer, come to me and give me an envelope and leave me speechless
I don't know what thing inside this envelope and the man leave me no clue. I just want to ask the man if he was recognize a wrong person and the envelope is not belong to me, but that man already disappear 

I back home and confuse on my dining chair. I don't know who the man is neither the thing on this envelope. So, with a little hurry, I open that paper
It was a letter
The writer name was there and also my name
Another random massage from the writer
For the first time, I am struggle to read that massage because the writer hand write was worse that anybody that I knew.
The massage point was the writer want me to move on
The question is move on from what?
It seem like he know me for long time, but he isn't. We just meet once and for short time and not that close.
And I am not in special relationship or in past memories that cannot be lost with any girl.
So the hell non sense the writer talking about? Kinda like he knows me better than myself and its  offended me a little. 

Well, whatever. 

After that non sense letter, I am doing just fine and I jump into my hobby a bit too deep. I read almost every time and everywhere and its inspire me. Why don't I write my own biography?
Although I am just an ordinary guy who not receive any nobels yet, not a celebrity, not a multi billion dollar man, not involve in any military job or each. I am just leading by my desire to inspire people trough my ordinary life. This is my decision, and if my decision was wrong and this gonna be my mistakes, why not? All great people make mistakes when they just begin and why I am not try to make myself great by doing mistake? It can be my beginning of great life. Well, sometimes tame by rules could be so bored.

A biography of ordinary man that though that everyone experience the same as him, but they don't.

SYNOPSIS
A young lady who loves to read stories on wattpad.she dreams of marrying a writer. The writer who wrote her favorite story. Can she fulfill them?.They have to face many trials to be happy.In each story, the villains will not be able to let the  heroes become happy . They must overcome the trials that will happen in their lives.In every story there are villains.Which will torture the heroes.


Yashashree wants to be the wife of the writer who wrote her favorite story.She admires the writer even though it is not yet popular.She support its work.She's inlove with the writer,until the writer noticed her.Not everything was easy for them ,because someone had to sacrifice love for the good of one.

There's no perfect love,no perfect relationship and lastly no perfect character .Because someone needs to say goodbye.Someone will sacrifice their love.For other's happiness.

May mamamatay at may magbabalik
She became known as International Writer.She worked abroad,she kept the promises and dreams there.She lived her dream.Many publishers want to publish her works. So many book signings she has, domestic and international book signing.She is already one of those sitting at the long table every time there is a book signing to sign her own books.
"There is no book 2 anymore, because I already  found my leading man."
"Congratulations, I am happy for you and for my sister. I kept my promise to you,that one day I will be one of those who will sit here to sign my own book."

A young lady who loves to read stories on wattpad. she dreams of marrying a writer. The writer who wrote her favorite story. Can she fulfill them?.

They have to face many trials to be happy.In each story the villains will not be able to block the happiness of the heroes. They must overcome the trials that will happen in their lives.In every story there are villains.Which will torture the heroes.

There's no perfect love,no perfect relationship and lastly  no perfect character .Because someone needs to say goodbye.Someone will sacrifice their love.

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