Daily poems.
If I can't update for a day, I'm deeply sorry. Inspirations don't come everyday.
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poems, short stories, and story snapshots that i come up with. this will not be a daily update, more than likely when i am finished writing a poem i will put it on here.

poems, short stories, and story snapshots that i come up with. this will not be a daily update, more than likely when i am finished writing something i will put it on here.

Sanat, Sanat !! I yelled , " how many times I have to call you… can't you hear?" He gave an indifferent look and said, " You called? I didn't noticed…. I mean really …". And then he smiled and that used to irritated me more.

Sanat is always in his own world. He was very creative at heart and always busy in his own thoughts. He rarely shared his feelings with anyone. He was of very silent nature . He was shy, introvert but had a magic in his hands. All his paintings were result of his excellent power of imagination. He has limited friends and best part in our relationship was that I was his best friend. I always used to tell him that he should mingle with people and make more friends but he was different yet unique. Exactly like Lord Brahma who is less popular compared to other two counterparts in Trimurtis, Sanat was less famous in our circle. But this never bothered him. He was happy and contented in his small and beautiful universe of paintings and creativity.

I share a special bonding with Sanat because he is the first male of my life who understood my highs and lows even before I noticed. He can make out my mood fluctuations by reading my face. I always felt that this rare quality belongs to women because my mother and my sister are very good in that. My mother and my sister can read minds and judge the hidden face of people. I would end up writing a novel if I had to describe the attributes of both of them. And I feel I know the person from whom Sanat has inherited this special ability. To sum up, I would always end up saying, "Sanat is just unique".

Sanat and I enjoy indulging in philosophical discussions. He sometimes supplements me by flow of thoughts and sometimes open a new window of looking at a same issue in different angle. Whenever we discuss about the type of lifestyle one choose, he says " Be simple like a child, and you will find that all your problems resolved.

Sanat was true and I realised that when I went to The Santa Kids, a famous preschool, to meet my old friend. I was waiting at the corridor when I saw few cute, lovely kids running here and there holding hands and with lots of innocence in their heart and mind. 

I took out my diary and jot down few thoughts. The poem got published in 'Momspresso- The Daily Hunt' poem column.

"Why there is frown on faces"
Poem 4

Waiting at the corridor of nursery classes
With mind full of worries and tensions..
When a cute kid jumped to me
With few of his innocent questions....

Why there is frown on faces
When smiling is so easy...
Why everyone is so tired
When it's fun to be full-time busy....

Why you are running all alone
When we hold hands to every destination....
Why you meet human values in books only
While we practice daily love and affection...

Why to pose like someone else
When it's so simple to be just you...
Why you all can't trust your own words
Whereas we believe in fairy tales too....

Why to dream so big and high
When small wishes makes us merry...
Why you nurture hatred for so long
When our fight last for few seconds only...

While I was struggling with the answers
Walked away the kid, playing with his toy...
Will our hearts ever regain that happiness
With same freshness, innocence and joy....

"Kids are the real teachers of innocence because they have a clear heart like the whiteboard. They scribble lots of things on that board but they do it with a temporary marker pen which is rubbed out and rewritten.

But we use the permanent marker and keeps holding all the bitter feelings without even trying to erase the old and unwanted ones. And in this act of scribbling again and again on the board, we forget that it is our heart which is getting dirtier and dirtier.

Lets borrow that magical pen from our kids & try to practice 'forgive and forget'. We will then realise that our heart and mind becomes much cleaner place to dwell in. We cannot stop the ill feelings like hatred , jealousy, anger from entering our heart and mind but we can surely erase it and rewrite few words of love, care and happiness."

By Adishakti Iyer.

And the story revolves around a lady and her love for three men whom she compares with the Trimurti of Hindu mythology....

Rays of warm spring sunshine illuminated her body gently, adding to her radiant beauty.
Having finished a poem, she put down her brush and turned over to look at the Dowager Duchess. It seemed as if there were fragments of light flowing about her clear, radiant eyes which glimmered brilliantly with every slight movement she made.
She stuck out her tongue. "Grandmother, I'm done writing, but I don't think I wrote it well. I hope you don't punish me," she said. 
Long Chi stared at her in a daze. He then squinted his eyes slightly. 
He had never known that this dimwitted girl had such stunning visuals! 
"This girl, you're afraid of being punished by me?" the Dowager Duchess bellowed. Nonetheless, the look on her face softened as she got up to head over to the front of Lu Liangwei's table, then proceeded to pick up the paper before her. 
She began reciting lightly, "On this very day last year at this very gate, faces and cherry blossoms both bloomed red. The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind," she read. 
When she finished reciting, the courtyard fell silent. 
A moment later, the Dowager Duchess snapped out of her daze and stared at Lu Liangwei unblinkingly. "Girl, you composed this poem on your own?" she asked. 
Lu Yunshuang clutched the handkerchief in her hand tightly, a sophisticated look flashing across her eyes. 
How was it possible for this dimwitted girl to compose a poem when she could not even memorize a poem? 
Aunt Zheng had the exact same thoughts. This pathetic girl was used to behaving in a capricious manner since her youth due to how much the Lord doted on her. She did not even read many books, how did she know how to compose poems? 
In contrast to the scornful mother-daughter pair, Longchi took a few thoughtful glances toward Lu Liangwei. 
'The faces are now in places unknown, yet the cherry blossoms still beam in the spring wind?'
Assuming that he managed to grasp the connotations of Lu Liangwei's poem, slight contempt glinted in his eyes.
This woman had previously expressed that she did not want to become his concubine. However, it was obvious that she had not forgotten him. Otherwise, why would she compose such a poem?
Seeing the Dowager Duchess's eyes fill up with admiration, Lu Yunshuang was just about to expose Lu Liangwei when she started speaking. 
"Grandmother, you've really overestimated me. How would I know how to compose a poem? I saw this poem from a book I read in the past and memorized it as I found it to be quite good," she said. 
Hearing what she had to say, the corners of Lu Yunshuang's lips curved upward. At least this dimwitted girl had a clear understanding of her own abilities. 
Upon hearing this, the Dowager Duchess was slightly disappointed, but when she thought about it from another perspective, this granddaughter of hers had never liked studying. How could she become so highly skilled within a day's time? 
Thinking that way, she felt relieved and caressed Lu Liangwei's hair. "It is alright if you do not know how to compose poems. I am not demanding you to become a teacher. However, you must read more books daily as it'll definitely benefit you greatly," she said lovingly.
"Weiwei understands," Lu Liangwei responded while appearing extremely obedient.
The Dowager Duchess felt even more delighted upon seeing this. "Grandmother has read a few books before as well. However, how have I never come across this poem that you've written down? Which book is it from?" she asked. 
Lu Liangwei blinked. "I do not recall the book I saw it from, but if I do see it the next time, I'll definitely send it over to Grandmother," she said. 
"Alright," the Duchess Dowager nodded.
Dismal flitted across Lu Yunshuang's eyes. 
It was obvious that the poem she composed was way better than the poem Lu Liangwei copied from some unknown source. Nevertheless, in the eyes of the Dowager Duchess, there was only Lu Liangwei. 
Deep in her heart, this made her feel extremely uncomfortable. 
Turning around, she saw Long Chi staring at Lu Liangwei thoughtfully. Beyond shocked, she was instantly filled with jealousy. 　　
The Duchess Dowager was being like this, but even the Crown Prince had his attention on Lu Liangwei. 
Lu Yunshuang gave Lu Liangwei a fierce, ruthless glare. 
This dimwitted girl! 
Noon followed soon after. The kitchen had already prepared the dishes and drinks, so everyone remained in the Longevity Hall to have their meal. 
　


Lu Liangwei wakes up to find herself transmigrated as a supporting character in the novel she had been reading a few days ago. According to the novel, this character has everything—beauty, wealth, status—except brains. Before Liangwei had taken over, she even went as far as to hang herself for the male protagonist that she loved: the Crown Prince as well as her sister's lover. Now that she has become a "brand new" person, it is time for her to turn her life around with charm and wit! She will get everyone to fall in love with her, even the Crown Prince's uncle—the Emperor! Who needs a prince when you can become the Empress herself?

III. Maya's Favor for Secrecy 

In weekdays inside the house, it felt like I have all the time in the world during 8 o'clock until 12. But of course, it was an exaggeration; for me, it just felt like it. In abstract sense, time feels forever — like an extended period beyond numbers — whenever I find myself alone in our abode. Hypothetically, I believe I could commit serious crimes (be it robbery, identify theft, or murder), without bothering to worry about anyone sniffing my back. That is, in specificity, what I meant by having all the time in world. Since during those hours, exactly four, I was all by myself with my wandering thoughts— thinking of the things I could do, but would never really do. 

Yesterday was Thursday, so the day today remained a weekday. Friday. 

Considering my age, in addition of my three-year old retirement, personally I didn't have to worry much about commitments. My obligations had short-lengthened; the people I often communicated with before had decreased into almost zero, and for this reason I got plenty of time pondering the past, my old memories. I was at the point where, dutifully and financially speaking, I could slack off and I wouldn't miss a thing. Retired. 

Why was I alone? Why, of course it was a weekday, and during weekday mornings I usually am. Simply because, first of all, my wife and daughter themselves had tasks to do in the community. Unlike me, who kind of let go of most obligations already involving jobs, clients, strangers and acquaintances, my family had a pattern to follow. 

Kiki, as an elementary student, had to attend school. My daughter was at the point of her life where she explores the elements found and seen on the social aspect. She had to meet new people her age. Know them. Befriend them even, and make memories with them that'd be reminisced in the future. At school, academically, Kiki had been told by her mother to participate in class recitations; to answer correctly the questions on quizzes, on exams; to take down notes the chalk-written words from the blackboard; and later — after everything — to meet me in the school's gateway so I could pick her up, and return her home. 

On the other hand, my wife, Annalise, as an architect under a well-known firm, had to take bus and jeepney and tricycle towards her job. Comparing to Kiki, Annalise was at the point of her life where she already realized the functions of the social— how to ethically act around people; how to be reasonable with them alike. Perhaps because of her busyness at most times, I think she was trying to figure out where she belonged To generativity, or to stagnation? Serving as Senior Architect, it's given she had to communicate with her co-workers, her boss, her inferiors, and their clients altogether. In spite of all the effort, of the labor she puts in for the quality of the firm, afterwork she'd commute back home with a take-out meal for us to consume. Meaning, at the end of the day we remained a family — always a complete one — eating at the dining table together, with our morning and afternoon stories. 

So far, those were our daily routines. As a family of three. 

I, however, had the most alone time among the three. Unlike years ago when I was still an employee, a manager, what I do now every morning don't actually stay the same. I could be watching the television for four hours straight on Mondays, and take an unbent shower on Tuesdays and Fridays. Yes, sometimes I'd just watch shows until it's time to pick my daughter from school at 12:30 o'clock. Other times, I'd read whatever books or magazines I could find in the bookshelf. And other, other times I'd feel so creative I could write something personal, or something mind-blowing on a piece of paper. 

For instance, this Friday I wrote an indigenous type of Filipino poem called tanaga. I began working on it at 9:30 in the morning, and later finished the piece by 11 PM. No need to mention it took me longer to finish than expected. 

As a matter of fact, at first I couldn't think of anything to write about. I knew I had to write, I just didn't know what subject should I emphasize. My mind was blank. Worse than blank and empty, my mind was in decline. Despite the fact that I was on my favorite spot — sitting on the moving chair, on the balcony — I couldn't write. For half an hour I felt wordless and incapable of writing a single passage with meaning. It was that hard and bleeding. Perhaps, if I'd exclude the sun's heat haze, the beauty of nature in front of me might be the main cause of this distraction: the numerous moving clouds, the little waves crashing on the far seashore's edges, and the lenient wind passing by my face. All distracting, but at the same time calming. 

It was hard to write. 

Even so, at 11 o'clock, here went my piece of tanaga: 



Liwanag
'Sang ilaw na kay hirap
Limutin't usisain—
Sa aking bawat padyak,
Siya ang tanging mithiin.



Once finished I read it over, and over again. Though I myself admitted that I'm not a good poet, I believe this poem is something value-embedded. True enough, sometimes I'd just scribble words on a notebook or any paper I could find laying here. I could write thousands of words, fill hundreds of pages, create tens of short stories, and still disregard myself as a good writer. In practice, I'm not as witty as William Shakespeare; especially, not as psychologically in-depth as Fyodor Dostoevsky. Moreover, I'm not a great poet as Robert Frost who wrote one of my favorite poems, The Road Not Taken. But nevertheless, whether a writer considers himself outstanding or awfully inferior, as a whole, personally, writing is one of the best ways to open up your heart and keep the time passing. 

Today, somehow, I found my short piece of poem in between downcast and euphoric. 

To anyone, perhaps to most people, who would gain a chance to read my poem, they might see this piece of tanaga as average. Nothing but a standard Filipino poem following a certain requirement: seven syllabic rhymes, all packed in four lines, and nothing new to it. 

But be that as it may, whatever people would think of this can't change the fact of how it affected my sentiment and sensibility. That as I read it again, and again, to me it seemed like I found something accidental yet worth the search in the abyss of my existence— something hiding deeply inside me, buried dozens of meters deep in the ground. Almost forgotten. 

By then it came to surface, of which this poem I wrote is bag and baggage about a certain friend. My old, lady friend whom I had been thinking about, in truth, for a couple of weeks straight at present. Been kind of a long time since I told my daughter the Midnight Carnival story; been weeks since I promised to buy her a new video game cartridge, that one afternoon, in exchange for her ears and attention. 

Ever since that day, Maya never left my thoughts for a moment long-interval. In my everyday life, in my aloneness, she stood appearing as a spirit walking in the depths of my longing. She remained here within the hardness of my skull, that even in dreams I sometimes I see her and re-experience a bygone time. Probably, twice in a single week. 

All in all. 

Notwithstanding, tomorrow I'd finally fulfill my promise to my daughter. And it took long, I know, only well because after a month or two, the three of us agreed again to go to the supermall, as a family. Wherein fact I seemed not to recall our last hangout there, so there lingered a feeling in ourselves that we had to create new memories. Thankfully, yesterday night we decided to plan eating at my wife's favorite restaurant once more. To walk, to shop, and to hangout in the supermall— ultimately, to buy Kiki a new cartridge in the Game Station. 

Tomorrow, only even for a little while, we'd have the time to run away from our daily lives. Saturday. Just the three of us. 

Returning to the present, as I waited for the clock to hit 12 PM, I spent my remaining half-an-hour by looking at the heavenly sceneries ahead. I watched the clouds, the little waves, the flocks of birds soaring through air. I watched everything I could see. 

However, I noticed the view from the moving chair didn't give me enough contentment. I felt the need for more. And so, to satisfy myself, I had to make my sight of the landscape even wider. I stood from the chair where I usually sat — leaving the notebook containing my piece of poem there — and stepped forward to the balcony's line of edge. I decided to place my elbows on the wooden material, the linear barrier. I raised my chin, I placed vision a little higher, as both of my eyes focused on what the nature could offer. Of what it could present to me as for the moment. 

———

It is what it is.
Literary. Magic Realism.

Jay's POV

"Lea" 

As the sender drop that name all I knew I am speechless. Di ako makapaniwala sa dami ng to siya pa? Bakit ngayon nagpaparamdam ulit Ang pangalan na pilit ko ng kinakalimutam.

~~(8 years ago)~~


"

Uy gumising ka na late ka na kuya " sabi ng kapatid ko

Agad napamulat ang aking mata nakita ko ang kapatid kong nakatayo sa pinto ng kwarto na nakatingin sa akin na mukhang naiinis na

" Ano ba bakit di ka pa bumabanon malalate na tayo hays kung pwede lang di na kita kasabay pumasok hays" sabi ni andrea na halatang gigil na gigil na

"Bakit ba kung ayaw mo kasabay e di wag" sabi ko habang naiinis dahil pinutol lang naman niya ang mahimibing kong tulog

"Kung pwede lang matagal ko ng ginawa" sabi ng kapatid kong inis na inis na sabi ng kapatid ko

Agad agad akong bumangon at pumunta sa banyo upang maligo na at makalayo sa kapatid kong salita ng salita.

highSchool? Siguro ito ang pinakamasaya na lugar sa lahat kung saan May makaka-usap kang kaibigan na makakasama mo sa lahat at kung makakafeel ka ng sobrang saya at mare-realize mo it was a great memory, ansaya no? Pero di ako ganun.

I am Jay Cruz, No friends , no hobbies, nerd and certified loner. 

If iniisip niyo if naiinggit ako sa ibang tao na maraming friend, May buhay pagibig at enjoyment lang meron sa life well no. Ano gagawin ko diyan sakit lang sa ulo yan magiging sagabal lang yan sa goal ko.

"Kuya ano na matagal ka pa ba? Nakahanda na yung sasakyan." -sabi ng kapatid ko na halatang iritang irita na sa tagal ng aking pagkilos

"Oo papunta na " sambit ko at agad kinuha ang aking gamit sa eskwelahan at agad sumakay sa kotse.

"Anak bat antagal mong nagising baka mahuli na kayo sa klase" -sabi ni papa ko na halatang nag aalala.

"Sorry pa " yan na lang nasabi ko 

Sa buong byahe ay gaya ng kinagawian tahimik lang kami at wala nagbibigkas ng kahit isang salita at ako nakatingin lang sa bintana nag iisip ng gagawin sa buong araw kung saan napapa isip na same day din lang pala walang bago.

Andito na ako sa aking paaralan na papasukan agad akong napatingin sa itsura nito kung saan ang mga classroom ay di ganun kalakihan di rin ganun kaliit. Makikita ko din sa harap ng school ang garden na kung saan nakalagay ang pole at madaming bulakalak ang nakatanim.

Tumigil na ang sasakyan at agad akong binuksan ang pintuan ng kotse 

"Pa punta na ako" - sabi ko kay papa 

"Sige anak aral ng mabuti" - sabi ni papa at tuluyan na ding umalis dahil hahatid niya pa si Andrea sa paaralan na dati kong pinapasukan

Agad akong nagsuot ng earphones at naglakad papunta sa classroom ko.

Wala ng tao sa hallway baka nag start na ang klase. Konting  lakad na lang nasa classroom naman na ako at pagdating ko tama nga ako nagkaklase na si ma'am Rachelle. Agad agad na lang akong pumasok ng nakita na nakatalikod si maam at umaasang di mapapansin ni ma'am pero ---

"Mr Cruz your late again try to be early tomorrow huh" sabi ni ma'am sa akin habang patuloy pa rin a nagsusulat

Grabe nakatalikod na siya niyan napansin niya pa rin ako!! Kakaiba ka talaga ma'am!!

"Yes ma'am" -yan na lang nasabi ko kasi wala naman ako against kay ma'am sobrang bait niya nga eh never siya nagalit sa akin pero pinagsasabihan niya lang ako if May mali talaga kaming ginagawa.

Agad ako umupo sa dulo ng upuan kung saan nasa sulok ito at higit sa lahat wala akong katabi.

Ayon nagpatuloy magturo si ma'am ng lessons namin ng biglang dumating ang principal namin at kinausap siya labas.

Hays ano nanaman kaya papagawa ni tanda sana wala naman hays

At agad pumasok si maam kung saan mukhang wala naman masamng nangyari based sa mukha niya 

"Okay class we have transferee your new classmate' -Sabi ni ma'am sa amin 

Agad agad naglakad ang isang babae sa aming harapan.

"I am Lea Salvador from North City academy" sabi ng bago naming classmate

"Guys be good to her ah. Be friends with her. Miss Salvador sit beside with mr. Cruz.." Sabi ni ma'am sa amin 

Wth! Bakit katabi ko siya nako sana matino tong katabi ko

At sabay sabay sumagot ng yes ma'am, agad namang umupo sa tabi ko ang bago naming kaklase na di na rin kami nagusap pa dahil pa simula na ang klase.

The class have just started and we just have some description kung ano ba pag aaralan namin sa klase niya at kung ano ba ang dapat i-expect sa klase niya as usual.

"Ok class dismissed" sabi ni ma'am sa amin 

Hays sa wakas tapos na rin ang klase as I packed my things also

"Oh class i forgot to say it before I dismiss you will have an activity in our subject it's poem writing where within 1 month you will fill the poem daily you will be group in to two where your seatmates will be your partner" sabi ni ma'am at agad ako napatingin sa katabi ko pero di na lang ako kumibo dahil ko pa naman siya ganun kakilala. 

Paano na to na group pa ako sa di ko kilala

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Natapos na din ang klase at salamat makakapahinga na rin ako agad kung kinuha ang bag ko ng maalala na may activity pala kami sa poem at sabay napalingon sa aking katabi nakaayos din ng gamit pero nagulat lang ako ng nakatingin din siya sa akin.

"Uhm ehh yung sa poem ano gagawin natin?" Sabi niya sa akin at agad ako napalingon sa kanya sabay hinga ng malalim.

"I can do it on my own I don't need your help" Sabi ko at agad umalis sa kanyang harapan.

Well after all I don't interact with people.

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I'm here at the rooftop thinking on what I have just said to lea at unti-unting naalala ang kanyang mga mata na nakatingin sa akin Kung saan hindi ko mabasa ang kanyang iniisip dahil Wala itong bahid ng emosyon.

Ewab ko ba kung bakit ano meron sa kanya ?

Teka nga bakit ko ba siya iniisip? Ok ka lang ba Jay umayos ka nga.

Hays wag ko na nga isipin

  I will just forget about it and looked in the sky seeing how beautiful it is as always no matter how mood it showing. Sa ngayon makikita mo kung gaano kabughaw Ang kalangitan kung saan parang napaka kalamado nito. 

Until I see a familiar face that I am avoiding .

I see her again this girl, who is giving me a total hard time.

Which makes my peaceful world turn around.

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Acknowledgements:






I dedicate this book to my family, relatives and friends who have been an inspiration in my life to continue with my work, in particular my husband Brayan, my children, Gavin and Glen.

I am indebted to my readers, because of whom I derive my inspiration to keep writing.

There are women who continue to inspire me in my life and this book is dedicated to them.

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai



















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This novella is quick, sweet romance. Kate was with her boyfriend for two years in a dead end relationship. A chance sighting at a job interview places Kate at her dream job and in the presence of her future. She meets Ernst who is seemingly living a double life. Fate draws them together for a HEA. The story was told from a third party point of view. It was very descriptive and the plot was clear and easy to follow. While you knew the plot and where it was going, at times the wording was very stilted, which could lead to some confusion when reading. This also made it difficult for me to connect with the characters and truly invest in the story.
Book: Matters Of The Heart.

The ladies of importance well chosen. The simple words of yours to give them glory, well written.
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Contents








• A Dream Writer
• The Star of the North
• Lady Spy
• I will not be led in a triumph
• Angel of Prisons
• She sells seashells
• The maid of Orleans
• The Queen of Castile
• Doctor of the Church
• The Nobel Peace Prize Environmentalist












A Dream Writer

(In praise of Mary Shelley)





She had a thirst for knowledge and a mind that persevered
A prompt from Byron to write a ghost story, she considered
Morning after morning when all she replied with a negative
It was from one of her wakeful nights, a story she would give

She saw her ghost fable in front of her eyes, with signs of life
She was frightened and spent the night in uneasy wakerife
She began writing her dream and it became "Frankenstein"
She realised that she had stepped out from childhood wherein


When two of her children met with unexpected death
She turned to writing, weeping and holding her breath
She channelled her thoughts on her political freedom
She came up with novels and plays in creative wisdom

She financially aided the women whom society disapproved
It was not in boast, but simple justice that she was moved
She was a political radical throughout her life with empathy
She reformed the society through cooperation and sympathy














The Star of the North

(In praise of Catherine the Great)





Her coronation was one of the main treasures along with cadastres
The Russian Empire extended a little over 2 million square kilometres
Russia emerged as the dominant leader, defeating mighty powers
The Glory of Catherine amidst victories ushered in like thundershowers

She was the pioneer for Russia as an international mediator in disputes
League of Armed Neutrality was one of her key mediation attributes
Industries rose in textiles and ironworks with serfs during her reign
Russian economy, modernized by Volga Germans who were foreign

For funding military needs Government paper money was issued
Assignation Bank and its bank branches were thus pursued
In arts, literature and education, she had earned a reputation
Contributed to comedies, memoirs, encyclopaedia's proliferation

Leading economists became members of Free Economic Society
She recruited scientists to the Russian capital for scientific satiety
In her Nakaz, she issued codes to address modernisation trends
"The Star of the North" in 500 districts and 50 provinces she propends

She was a great patron of Russian opera, culture and arts
With head held high and regal costume, she won over hearts
She conferred "Charter of the Towns" and "Charter to the Nobility"
Her legal innovations bolted Russia to the phase of hypnotisability



Catherine the Great became Russia's longest ruling female leader
She was influenced by modernism and was a conceptualizer
The Catherinian Era was famed the Golden Age of Russia
The enlightened queen revitalised the country in nostalgia

















Lady Spy

(In praise of Vera Atkins)





She began her work in the French section of the SOE as a secretary
She became a de facto intelligence officer as deemed necessary
She recruited and deployed British agents in occupied France
She awaited decoded transmissions sent by them furtherance

Known for her steel-trap intelligence and fierce loyalty absolute
She stood on the runway to watch each take off in a parachute
While Hitler was unaware of Atkin's street smart brilliance
The F Section was equivalent to fifteen division's endurance

She was ardent in the search for F Section's 118 missing agents
Ensured that they were widely recognized for their achievements
In the world of spies, the tight-lipped, outspoken lady was the boss
The Knight of the Legion of Honour was grieved with tremendous loss

In this book, tributes have been written to the following ten women who made an impact in society: Mary Shelley, Catherine the Great, Vera Atkins, Cleopatra, Elizabeth Fry, Mary Anning, Joan of Arc, Isabella of Castile, Catherine of Siena and Wangari Maathai

That afternoon.

Beijing Television Station.

In an office at a certain floor, Zhang Ye was led by a staff member from the front desk. He did not even see which floor the elevator had stopped at. This was because he was feeling a bit worried. He knew this was the last chance for him to enter a television station. So he treated it with highest regard, hoping that he could grab this opportunity.

The office was empty.

"Teacher Zhang, please wait a minute." the staff member said.

"Alright." Zhang Ye sat on a chair by the side.

The staff said, "The Leader should be coming soon."

Zhang Ye said, "Sure, do what you need to do. Thank you very much."

"You're welcome. Then I'll go first." The staff left after closing the door.

After a few minutes, a plump, middle-aged man pushed open the door and saw Zhang Ye immediately. He said with a sigh, "Teacher Little Zhang, you've come?"

"You are?" Zhang Ye found the voice familiar.

The middle-aged fatty said, "I'm Hu Fei. We've spoken on the phone twice."

Zhang Ye immediately came forward to shake hands with him, "Oh, so it’s Teacher Hu. It’s nice to meet you."

Hu Fei had previously seen Zhang Ye at the Silver Microphone Awards, but Zhang Ye had not seen him. This was the first time they had actually interacted, so they exchanged pleasantries.

Finally, Hu Fei got round to business, "Teacher Little Zhang, you have to be mentally prepared for today's interview. There might not be too much hope."

Zhang Ye was stunned, "...I got it."

Hu Fei explained, "I have already repeatedly communicated with the management. In the morning, when I spoke with you, I still thought that I could convince them. But after all I said, they still felt you were not up to the task. The incident of you saying ‘Dead Water’ back then gave them concerns, and they were not... I have tried my very best. In a while, I will also try my best to help you win the job, but I can tell that they do not wish to let you come to the Beijing Television Station. Even if you were to pass the interview perfectly, they might not hire you. So, I'm informing you beforehand. You can only blame me for not doing my job in advance."

Zhang Ye immediately said, "I can't blame you. You have already helped me so much. It was my fault. Since I said 'Dead Water', scolding the unit and the management, then I already had the preparations to bear the consequences. So it's alright."

Suddenly, footsteps from outside could be heard.

Hu Fei stopped talking with Zhang Ye and sat on an interview seat behind the desk.

Zhang Ye was feeling bitter. This was like a roller coaster ride. A few hours ago, Hu Fei's words had given him hope. But in a blink of an eye, the situation had changed. He went from having hope to not having hope. He had not even gone through the interview, but he already knew he was sure to fail the interview? It was meaningless, no matter how well he answered? Zhang Ye felt his heart go cold to the freezing point, but he did not complain. As he said, since he had done certain things, he had to bear the consequences. Life had always been fair, so he had nothing to complain about!

Getting something is because I'm lucky!

Losing something is because of my fate!

Zhang Ye remained silent for a moment. His mental state also calmed down. Of course, he did not completely give up. Even if he knew the chances were slim or even zero, he still wanted to try!

The interviewers came in, one after another.

There were around 8-9 people. They were probably the channel or station's junior heads or staff.

"Old Hu, you've already come?" A 40+-year-old middle-aged man said.

"I also just came in," Hu Fei answered.

The middle-aged man looked at Zhang Ye, "This is Zhang Ye? Let's begin then."

"Alright, then let's allow Little Zhang to prepare?" Hu Fei suggested.

Zhang Ye said calmly, "I'm fine. I can have my interview any moment."

Everyone sat down. The middle-aged man that had spoken previously then sat in the middle. His name was Wang Shuixin. His name sounded slightly feminine, and he looked gentle, with his golden wire-rimmed glasses. Zhang Ye had checked the television station's official website's information before he came. He knew this person was the Beijing Television Station's Arts Channel's Director. He was probably the Leader of all the people present, and head of the Arts Channel.

There was not much public information one could find on the internet, but there was plenty of information about Wang Shuixin. Before he left, Zhang Ye had happened to find it online. Director Wang happened to be a poet in the past. A few years ago, he had published a few works and anthologies. He was best at modern poems. Although he did not have many works in recent times, he was still famous. Most people in the industry still knew him.

It was quite obvious after giving it some thought. As the head of the television's Arts Channel, he would not be able to have the role without some ability. He definitely had to have some literary quality to him.

"First introduce yourself?" Director Wang Shuixin said.

"My name is Zhang Ye. I'm 23 years old this year. I graduated from..." Zhang Ye began his self-introduction.

During this, a few interviewers were whispering to each other. Some frowned, while others shook their heads. It was as if they did not wish for Zhang Ye to enter their Arts Channel.

Wang Shuixin was also one of them. Back at the Silver Microphone Awards, he and Hu Fei were present. He had heard with his own ears Zhang Ye's angry recitation of "Dead Water". The atmosphere seemed to have exploded, but Wang Shuixin had secretly shook his head. He knew that Zhang Ye was a problematic person. It was not easy to handle him. His literary standards were passable, but his temper was too terrible. No Leader would want such a person. Leaders tended to want obedient subordinates, so by getting such a different kind of guy in, he would not be as gregarious and he had to worry that he would stir up something daily! So even though he treated Teacher Hu's recommendations seriously, Wang Shuixin was unimpressed!

Of course, there was another reason.

Wang Shuixin actually felt that Hu Fei was blowing Zhang Ye's so-called literary level out of proportions. And it was this matter. He never believed that Zhang Ye could compete on the same level as him. He felt that Zhang Ye was still far inferior! "Dead Water"? "A Generation"? Wang Shuixin believed that he could write such poems, too. He even felt that his previous works were much better than Zhang Ye's.

Cultured people tended to scorn each other!

No one considered themselves inferior!

Actually, the other interviewers had the same thoughts. Although Zhang Ye was highly acclaimed on the internet, they did not think that Zhang Ye could be compared to a master like Wang Shuixin. In the literature scene, Wang Shuixin was clearly not the most famous person, but he was a veteran who had many excellent works. Furthermore, he had several poems that were very popular. So how good could Zhang Ye, a young kid who had just appeared, be against Director Wang? At this interview, they were, in fact, not bothered. As Director Wang's attitude was very clear, Zhang Ye was definitely not going to be hired!

Zhang Ye finished his introduction.

Hu Fei interjected, "Director, Teacher Little Zhang has one of the highest literary skills amongst his generation. He is the best amongst his peers. Besides..."

Wang Shuixin interrupted his words, "He can be considered good amongst his peers, but he is far too inferior compared to predecessors who are in the arts."

Hu Fei tried to fight for Zhang Ye, "With Little Zhang's literary foundation, he is not necessarily worse than the predecessors."

Wang Shuixin was amused, "You are too absolute, Old Hu. I know that you appreciate Little Zhang, but maybe Little Zhang's literary skills match your appetite and managed to move you. But that does not mean others will be moved. It does not mean his literary skills are flawless. I know about the matter from the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. I also know Big Thunder, Old Zheng and a few of them. Do you think Little Zhang has exceeded people from the older generation just because you think Little Zhang overshadowed them? Not really. Actually, Big Thunder and company's poems are just a bit famous in the Beijing circles. They aren't much in the country. I also heard their poems back then at the Mid-Autumn Poetry Meet. They were all quite average. So Little Zhang overshadowing them can't show anything."

This Director was clearly a scholar to the bone. His temperament was competitive. He did not mince his words and had said it in front of Zhang Ye.

Zhang Ye gave him a glance and did not comment.

Hu Fei wanted to add on, "But Teacher Little Zhang..."

"Then let's test him with an interview question." Wang Shuixin said very confidently, "I can tell you, Old Hu, that he is weaker than me, not to mention other predecessor masters." Saying that, Wang Shuixin looked at Zhang Ye, "Little Zhang, we are just blindly chatting amongst ourselves. We aren't saying you are terrible, so don't take it to heart. Actually, to write ‘Dead Water’ at your age is already not bad."

Just not bad?

Zhang Ye smiled without speaking. He only thought that he was too careless!

"Alright, I'll not talk about your physical factors. I'll give you an interview question. There will only be one today for this interview. I actually want to see how much ability and skill a young man like you, who was recommended by Old Hu, has." Wang Shuixin said.

Zhang Ye said, "Please say it."

Wang Shuixin seemed to have the intentions to compete with Zhang Ye in literature, "I have a poem that I'm not sure if you have heard of. It's called 'Everything'."

He began reciting.

"Everything is fated."

"Everything is unreal."

"Everything has no end."

"Everything has no home to return to."

"Every happiness doesn't come with a smile."

"Every suffering doesn't have tears."

"Every past is in the dreams."

"Every faith comes with longing."

"Every burst is preceded by moments of silence."

"Every death has a prolonged echo!"

After a few interviewers heard this, they gave their praises again.

"Good poem!" a middle-aged woman said.

A youth said, "This is Director Wang's best poem, right? I always feel something whenever I hear it!"

Hu Fei also had to admit that this poem was excellent. This was probably written about four to five years ago by Wang Shuixin when he was at the lowest point of his life. It was very powerful. It called out to people's hearts and shocked the world!

Wang Shuixin said calmly, "Little Zhang, this is the interview question. This is one of the works that can be considered famous, and also a modern poem that I'm most pleased with. Teacher Hu has always said that your poetry is excellent and you have deep literary foundations. Then can you compose a poem here on the spot, to show us your literary level?"

If it was a poem that had no boundaries, it would have been nothing!

But it was Wang Shuixin who said his own poem first, which meant he wanted to compete with Zhang Ye. It was also called a "Poem Contest". If Zhang Ye was to create another work, it had to be targeted at Wang Shuixin's work. Furthermore, it had to exceed Director Wang's poem for him to pass. But was this possible?

Hu Fei knew it was impossible!

Not to mention the other interviewers!

What sort of poem was "Everything"? It was a poem that was previously included in high school textbooks! Although it was in an appendix and was not eye-catching, and was eventually removed due to its dark and depressing artistic quality, it was still a model essay that was once made into teaching material!

What could Zhang Ye use to compete with it?

He had nothing to compete with it!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

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