felt like writing and this came about...Also this is very rough but i am looking for 1-3 other authors or writers who are interested so i can have multiple points of views with different or similar writing styles to reflect this. 

Please have patience with me and i hope you all are understanding. 

Thank you in advance.

Singing is her first love

She needs to fight to get her dream. 
Her fans leading her on. She started to sing, and they felt her heart, and they cried with her every word.

Shiki finally Entered the Kitchen just to see a Woman wearing a Naked Apron, Normally shiki would be Happy seeing The Legendary Naked Apron, But Then woman turned to reveal that it was Actually Merlin or Should I say Female Merlin. She turned to See her Donning a Big Pregnant Stomach.

Merlin seeing him Smiled and Said: "Darling, Come and Eat I made Your Favorites or would you Rather Eat…Me"

At this Point, Shiki just Conjured a Phone and Called someone.

"hello, Coke Guy….yeah I need 1,000,000 Pounds Of Supreme Heavenly Weed"

"Yeah, Thank You"

The Shiki Got High and Partied again for another 10 Centuries. Then Finally calmed down and Went to meet God at the Conference Table.

"So where were we"

God: "Right You were Freaking out On How Overpowered You were''

"Yeah That~ So Why can't I Seem to come I contact with It"

God: "Well One, You are already in contact with dream Energy as Even Now your Soul is Currently Making it but Keeping it Stored, As your Soul as Infinite Space. And Dream Energy is also Used to Grant you Powers Like The True Magics but The Nasuverse Version."

"Uhnnnn, But why can't I Consciously Use it"

God: "Well your Body can't Handle It~"

"Don't Give me that Cliché Crap."

God: "Tch, Cheeky Brat.. The true Reason  is That I'm Still recognized as the Master of Dream Energy so I've Decided to Seal it Until you Leave my Tutelage. It can Be said that your Destiny is to Become the New Master of Dream Energy.

"Tch, Sealing my Own Abilities as if it's His." (Shiki Murmured)

"So What do I do to officially Leave your Tutelage" 

God: "Well...mmmh How do I Make this Hard 

Tch, This Damn Geezer' (Shiki Thought)

God: "Well, What about this Master All the Concepts, From the Concept Of Slapping To Concepts of Empty''

"Seriously' 

Shiki Said While Looking at God Incredulously, That if God seriously Meant what he said, That means he May have to master Useless Concepts like the Concept of Picking boogers, Concept of Swatting Flies, Concept of Throwing Darts, Concept of Jerking Off, Etc.

At least there are Some pretty Good Concepts, Like the concept of Monkey Plucking Peaches, Concept of Heavenly Slapping, Concept of Cliff Hangers, Concept of Weed.'

God: "Mmmh, But I can't Make it too Hard if not it'll take a few Centuries, So Instead You won't Need to Master some Mortal Tiered Concepts, Like the Concept of Twerking.''

Shiki was Relieved at Gods Words as He didnt really want to Start Mastering some useless Things.

"So Concepts have Tiers''

God: "Yeah There are 3 Tiers, I Think''

You think, Tch, Incompetent God''

God Ignored Shiki and Said: "There is The Mortal Tier. This is the Lowest Tier but even as It is It's Strong Enough to Totally Annihilate Any and Every Mortal Easily. For Example, The aforementioned Concept Of Twerking'

Seriously''

God: "Yah, When you tap into a Concept or Create a concept, You are literally Tapping into something that can be used to Define the Universe, All Concepts can Be cultivated to Know the Secrets of the Universe. But this Concepts are Easily Forgotten''

God: ''It's that the Time to comprehend Differs among the Tiers'' 

I am Literally questioning How this world is still able to Exist, When there are so many STUPID THINGS In It'

God: "Now the Second Tier which is Called the Profound Tier, This Tier is the Second Strongest Tier but its divided into Two Parts. The Mortal Profound Tier and The Ascended Profound Tier, Like the Concept of Knowledge which is In Ascended Profound Tier and the Concept of Slapping in the Mortal Profound Tier

God: "And the Last Tier is the God Tier, This Concepts are Simply Overpowered Like The Concepts of Space, Time, Reality, Mana, Ether, Dream, Infinity, Nothingness, Destruction, Creation, Reaction, Causality, Effect, Etc.'

God: "So for you to Leave my Tutelage, You have to Master All Concepts from Ascended Profound Tier to God Tier.

"...….When Do I start''

God: "now, You'll be able to Keep the System as it'll be your guide to reaching this level, Your First Step will Be Comprehending the Concept of Knowledge Before completing your Comprehending on the Concept of Reality, Space, time. Oh and a Piece of Advice try to Make Ether A Concept…How I won't tell, Make your own universe and you'll Find out.''

God: ''Oh now that you Know about The Full story od Dream Energy and how we Use it to Give you Powers, So now Most of the Stuffs in the System will be Free unless The amount to make the power is greater than the Dream energy you have accumulated, Then you'll have to use System Points and then the System will use Dream energy from me to make it.''

"Oh Ok, So how Much dream energy has my soul Made''

God then made a Thinking expression: ''Well Calculating it, then Since I have about 11.80 Of Dream energy compared to the Amount in the Universe. You have about 0.00080 Dream Energy Compared to me.''

God: ''But In simpler terms, I Have about 11800 Grams of Dream Energy while you have about 80 Grams of Dream Energy.''

So which kind of Power do can I get from this amount of Dream Energy''

God: "Well you can ger GoB, You can Get also Get the Esper Power of Misaka and the Useless God Power of Aqua, you can als~''

"Which Powerful ability can I get with the Amount of Dream Energy I have''

God: "Well You can Get 10-Tailed Beast but Can't Get the AU 11-Tailed or 12-Tailed. You cant gets Things on the Level of OP Fanfics."

"So no Overpowered AU Abilities''

God: "Yeah, So You can't start dropping a 13-Tailed Kurama on Peoples asses like a Pokémon."

"Tch, Spoil Sport''

God: "Now since this is done, I'll Send you back to your World Now''

God: ''Oh and My Daughters Will Likely Visit you sometimes, But it'll Be mostly in your dreams or through some manifestation or avatars. Since thats all, BEGONE."

Then God waved His Hand and with a Gust of Wind, Shiki was Blown away towards The Door behind him and went through it, Then Shiki found himself Free Falling from the Sky of Tokyo.

"Tch, That Chunibyo God, I could have just left through the Door, I'm pretty sure He's currently saying something among the Lines of 'I Sense a Change in the Winds'

With God

God: ''*Sneeze*''

Then God Looked around and said

God: ''I Sense a Change in the Winds''

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I your Dear Author-Sama has decided to write an Original Novel from almighty Author-Sama creativity

No Worries I won't end this soon, I'll just reduce my posting time to Once a week on Mondays,So Cheer Up

Oh and this is the Synopsis of my New Book, I Was Choosen By The Word.



In the Beginning was the Word and the Word was With God and the Word was God.

But what if God Decided not to Be God

What if God Decided to Find someone to become his apprentice and later Succeed Him.

What if God decided that the best way to Find such apprentice - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Is To Send the Word Out



Great Right, I mean it came from I, So please read, Review, Spend some PS on my Original Novel and I'll think about increasing the amount of posts per week for this novel

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Shiki is an orphan named after an alien. [AN: JK Tho]

Then one day. He watched life make a final play for him.

He died. 

You know classic cliché stuff but his wishes are little bit different though and his adventures may just be unique.

This is not pleasant to write, and while I appreciate that it is providing the people here with entertainment, I really must ask that you allow me my moments of respite from the memory. They are rare enough, even without a site full of readers clamoring to see those memories in print. Nevertheless, I must go on. This story is worth telling, if only to see if what I suspect to have happened to me is in any way plausible when I reexamine the facts. In any case, I must go on, so let's not waste any time.

As I'd said before, the day I received that miserable little dream journal was Christmas Eve. Now, having to spend Christmas day with very little sleep would have been bad enough. Having to spend it with the awful image of that swirling abyss of vermin was its own form of nightmare. My little sister, Grace, seemed to have been completely rested, and wanted to play with every single toy under the tree. This would not have bothered me, except she insisted I join her, and what little energy I had was painfully defunct within very little time.

Eventually I swatted her away and scolded her for not leaving me be, and retreated to my room, where I couldn't stop myself from staring at that one, single, frantic word so desperately scrawled in my dream journal. I considered telling mum and dad, but they would probably say exactly what I hoped was true: that I'd done it in my sleep and only thought it frightening because I hadn't been conscious. I considered throwing the book away, too, but perhaps due to some twisted curiosity about whether the experience would repeat itself, I decided against this, at least for the time being. Even at 10, I rather enjoyed puzzling out mysteries. Moreover, much as I was terrified of the idea of the boy from my nightmares writing to me in my dream journal, I did manage to overcome my fear long enough to ponder the implications.

Was the Sad Boy real? If so, did that mean I was sharing a dream with someone else? Perhaps even with someone who was in at least as much pain as I was? If so, did that mean that we might be able to communicate and find some way to make the nightmares end together? And why this boy? What made him special? I tried to focus on productive questions like this, mostly because I didn't want to think about the prospect that some part of my own mind might be begging me for help, or worse, that I might be the victim of a ghostly or demonic visitation. So, perhaps foolishly, I held on to the dream journal.

In fact, when I'd worked up enough courage, I decided to try an experiment. So, before I went to bed that night, I opened the journal to the page with the word "HELP" on it, and wrote under it, with immaculate penmanship, another word:

How?

If the Sad Boy could communicate through the journal, I reasoned, this should have allowed me to communicate right back.

I turned out to be right in the worst possible way.

The dream I had that night was, if possible, even more terrible than the one I'd had the night before. In it, the Sad Boy was in that same, rickety, worthless bed, but this time he wasn't asleep. He was tied to it with crude leather straps, and his mouth was gagged so he couldn't speak. He was entirely naked, and covered in bleeding sores on every part of his body. What was worse was that this time, I knew – somehow – that he could see me.

But that wasn't the worst thing of all. The worst thing of all was the third occupant of the room: the Thing beside his bed.

From a distance, it would have looked like a shadow. But up close, I could see what it really was: a gigantic, humanoid form made entirely of writhing, chittering bed bugs, every one of them fat with blood that must have come from the Sad Boy himself. It stood a good seven feet tall, and though it lacked a face that I could see, I knew with the certainty that only dreams could bring that it was happy to see me. It wanted me here. It was going to show me something terrible, and I could feel the awful, sadistic pride radiating from it as it stared at me. It was the sort of pride I'd once seen on my sister Grace's face when she'd shown me how cleverly she'd torn the wings off a butterfly: naked, irrational passion for destruction and pain.

The Sad Boy made a noise through his gag, and I could tell that he was trying to beg me once more to help him. I opened my mouth to speak, and as I did, a single word escaped my lips without my even noticing.

"How?"

At that, a voice filled my head – a voice that made me crouch to the ground and cover my ears in shock and disgust. It sounded like a whirring blade pressed against stone. Or like the chewing and squealing of thousands of rats devouring a corpse. Or like a swarm of wasps exiting their hive. It was all of these things and none of these things, though it carried their unbearableness into every syllable it spoke. And this is what it said:

You were invited. We're going to play.

I shook my head, and opened my mouth to protest, but once more, the only sound I could make was that single word: "How?"

The voice gave a shrill, rattling chuckle.

You're going to play doctor. You like to play doctor, don't you? You're going to do an operation.

I didn't want to respond, and I clenched my jaw shut. The Thing gave an irritated burbling and buzzing noise, and raised what must have been an arm.

I said you're going to do an operation.

I was caught off guard as my muscles instantly disobeyed my mind, and my mouth opened to expel the word "How" again. That same rusted iron chuckle boomed.

You're going to get me his guts.

I tried to clench my mouth shut. But all the impulse did was make it open wider, and this time I shouted that awful word.

"How?"

The Thing pointed one skittering appendate down at my hand, and suddenly I felt a wooden handle in it. I looked down to see that a knife had materialized in my hand.

With that. You're going to use that to get me his guts.

"HOW?"

Oh, how I hated that word. How I wished I could sew my own lips shut. But my lips stayed stubbornly open, as if they were on puppet strings controlled by that awful Thing.

Then, the worst thing of all happened. The Thing closed with me, its body flowing and crawling more than stepping, yet still reforming with every progression. Eventually, I could feel that awful, biting, scratching, gnawing bulk close to me, and I felt one of its arms reach out and wrap around my arm, snaring it like a tentacle from some monstrous sea creature. All at once, my mouth snapped shut, as I heard the vicious, buzzsaw voice in my mind.

Like this.

And then, it pushed me to the bed and I was cutting. Cutting, cutting, cutting, cutting, as the screams and imploring choked out sobs of the Sad Boy filled my ears. I was crying. Sobbing. Praying that I would wake up, but the nightmare went on, until finally, having extricated a full foot of the Sad Boy's intestine, something within me snapped and I threw my head against the dream room's wall, blasting myself awake and ending the nightmare instantly.

It took me a good half an hour of shuddering, crying, and hugging my teddy bear before I was willing to so much as look at the dream journal. But when I did, the same panicked scrawl, this time flecked with what looked like blood, greeted me. And this time, the words were far worse:

I HATE YOU

Victor - " Oh God , what was that ? "
Leo - " Earthquake "
Jacob - " Was it because of this hatchet . "
Silas - " May be but how this small hatchet can do this . "
Leo - " Don't judge anything on its shape and size . "
Jacob - " Victor , look at your palm . "
Leo - " Victor , when did you carved this tatoo on your palm . Didn't tell me anything about it . "
Victor - " Which tatoo , I don't have any such thing on my palm . 
Silas - " Then where did you get this from ? "
Victor ( keeps the hatchet aside ) - " Where it is I can't se any such thing on my palm ? "
Leo - " Oh God , this hatchet has made Victor a blind fool . "
Jacob - " Oh ! no , Victor are you alright . "
Victor - " I can see everything Jacob , don't worry , but I can't see any mark on my palm or elsewhere on my hand . "
Silas - " How come we can see a mark on your palm but you can't see it . "
Victor - " Silas why are interfering ? I don't need your help in anything . "
Silas - " I am not interested in you , Victor don't feel that I am a soft corner for you in my heart . I am only concern about the hatchet as I got it . "
Leo - " Please I beg before you both don't start this argument again . You both can carry on later , but now we have much bigger thing to deal with . "
Jacob - " Victor are you sure you can't see any mark . "
Victor - " Why will I lie , Jacob ? I really can't see anything will you describe this mark for me . "
Jacob - " Hmm , it's a mysterious red mark with black lining and there is a . "
Victor - " There is what , Jacob . "
Jacob - " There is a symbol and at the bottom of it the word Magica is written in bold letters . "
  No sooner did Jacob finished his sentence than Victor and Silas looked at each other . On hearing the word Magica from Jacob's mouth Victor and Silas were in shock and they can't believe that how this word is existing in this world . 
Victor - " What ,  what you said Magica ? "
Jacob - " Yes , it's clearly written Magica . "
Silas - " Let me check it . Oh god Jacob is right Magica is only written on your palm Victor . "
Leo - " What's there in the word Magica ? I never heard it but it seems you too have heard this word before . "
Jacob - " I am also hearing this word for the first time . What is the meaning of Magica . "
Victor - " It's not just a word Jacob , it's a magical city of powerful magicians . "
Jacob - " Oh ! good , where is it situated ? "
Silas - " You won't find it on any map of this planet . "
Leo - " Why is it not visible with naked eyes ."
Victor - " It's only visible when I close my eyes . "
Jacob - " What are you saying , Victor ? Are in your senses or still in a state of confusion . "
Silas - " Jacob Victor is in his senses . Magica is not there in the real world . "
Jacob - " Then where it is ? "
Victor - " In my dreams , Jacob . "
  [ Jacob and Leo began to laugh ]
Jacob - " Good one Victor but we are not fools . "
Leo - " You and Silas where fighting to deceive us , but you couldn't . "
Victor - " You thing that I and Silas has planned this thing . Have you lost it , Leo . "
Silas - " Leo , we are not deceiving you both . This incident is all natural . We have not planned anything and how can we two plan and organise this incident all by ourselves . Believe me Magica is a city in Victor's dream . "
Jacob - " Silas , you mean to say that Victor's dream is becoming real . Oh God protect me . 
Leo - " You are frightening me , Silas . "
Victor -  " This was the only dream which I was hiding from you guys . Only Silas was knowing about it and his behaviour got changed , so I didn't have the guts to narrate you both my dream . "
Leo - " But how this hatchet is done this massive destruction in the school . "
Silas - " Only the owner of this hatchet must ne knowing the truth . "
Victor - " We must find him else this hatchet can cause damage to us too . "
Jacob - " But how will we four be able to find the owner of this hatchet . "
Victor - " May be this hatchet will guide us to its owner . "
Leo - " But this hatchet became alive in your hand , Victor . "
Victor - " So "
Jacob - " May be this hatchet belongs to you and Silas was the medium to deliver it to you . "
Silas - " I also think that Jacob is right . "
Leo - " But why it choose Silas for it's propagation ? "
Victor - " I don't think that this thing matters ."
Jacob - " But we need to find this answers soon . "
Silas - " Let me keep this hatchet back in my bag else someone might see it . "
Victor - " Here it is take it . "
Leo - " This whole building is empty we should also leave this building as it's damaged badly . "
Jacob - " Leo is right in our conversation we all forgot that we are inside a damaged building which can wreck anytime . We all should leave this building fast . "
Leo - " But this door is not opening . "
Silas - " Let me help you . "
Jacob - " Victor , you should have told me about your dream . "
Victor - " I didn't want to trouble anyone as Silas was very disturbed when I narrated him my dream . "
Jacob - " Now chill bro , you are now not alone in it . We are with you . "
Victor - " Thanks Jacob , your words mean a lot to me . "
Leo - " You two will remain there or help us in opening this door . "
Victor - We are coming , Leo . We thought we two are enough for this poor door . "
Jacob ( starts to laugh ) - " What's the use of your heavy weight and power when you two can't open a door . "
Leo - " Silas , let us open this door fast and then lock them two inside this room . What's say ? "
Silas - " Agreed "
Victor & Jacob - " No , no let. we help you . We don't want to be stuck in this room which can break down anytime . "
Silas - " It worked the door is now open and we can leave now . "
Leo - " Let us waste no further time in this building . "
Victor - " You lead we are following . "
 We all had left the room and ran towards the corridor when a loud voice came to our ears .
" Step back you all the ceiling is going to collapse . "
We all stepped back and in less than a second the ceiling of the corridor collapsed . If we were to stand there then we all could die . But he saved us . When he came closer I could easily recognise him . He was Ben .
Ben - " Thank God you all are alright else this ceiling could have caused you all severe injuries ."
Victor - " Thank you very much , Ben . "
Silas , Leo & Jacob in the same voice " you know him , Victor . "

This is a story about something that happened long ago when your grandfather was a child.

It's a very important story because it shows how all the comings and goings between our world and the land of Magica first began. 

This story is of a boy named Victor who is a bit confused between his imagination and reality.

He is made to travel between realms and even has to jump timelines because he has to fill the space of Vasilus. 

Victor along with his friends will solve all the mysteries which will come in their way to take their revenge for the "death" of Vasilus.

Their journey to the past and future will also make you visualize the acts before your eyes.

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