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I am disabled and was abandoned by my parents at a young age. When I was 5, my grandmother took me in and raised me. When I was 10, she froze to death in the fields. After her death, I was sent to live with my uncle, but my aunt accused me of bullying her daughter and had me sent to a orphanage. There I met my first true friend and later gained entry to university. I thought my life was finally on the right track, but little did I know this was merely the beginning of my misfortune.

There was a spark of writing creativity, a spark only. Then another. And another. Nudges to think about something unexpected. This is a collection of my mini stories, some of them even shorter than that, inspired by writing prompts found in various places. Some might be inspired by some scenes in books written by amazingly talented authors. They were created in an environment free from pressure and deadlines, allowing me to capture the thoughts that flowed into my mind after reading the scene or the prompt. Regular updates are not guaranteed. Cover image is from pinterest.

Follow a group of friends as they explore the world and take on the hardest school, LIFE!

HUJAN tak berhenti. Dia terdiam. Akupun terdiam. Hujan turun begitu deras, cukup untuk membasahi aku dan dia sampai ke tulang. Kami berdiri di sana, di tengah jalan itu. Kami saling berpelukan erat, berusaha mencari sebuah kenyamanan di tengah badai. Tapi rasanya tidak ada yang cukup untuk meringankan rasa sakit yang aku rasakan. Aku menangis untuk semua hal yang berubah buruk, untuk semua kesalahan yang membawa kita ke titik ini. Mau tak mau aku memikirkan kembali hari-hari ketika semuanya sempurna di antara kami ketika matahari bersinar dan dunia terasa penuh dengan kemungkinan. Tapi sekarang, rasanya semua itu tersapu oleh hujan yang tiada henti. Saat air mata terus jatuh, aku bertanya-tanya apakah kami akan menemukan jalan kembali ke cahaya. Tetapi pada saat itu, yang aku tahu hanyalah bahwa aku bersama dia yang aku cintai lebih dari hujan. Dan pada saat itu, aku tahu bahwa apa pun yang terjadi di masa depan, aku akan selalu memilikinya di sisi ku untuk menghadapi ini bersama...

Each person has an equal amount of rain cloud and sunlight, when a person has shed a certain amount of tears it is equivalent to a fair amount of happiness. A person shouldn't get drenched alone under a downpour, isn't it better if you're with someone so you can share what you feel?

» We just need to get used to this, it’s a matter of time «

Sophie Wexler transmigrated into a novel about The Galaxy, becoming the vicious, F-rank Healer-class cannon fodder. The original owner constantly caused trouble and made things difficult for the female lead, earning her the hatred of the entire internet. Upon transmigrating and seeing that everything had been ruined by the original owner, Sophie's only thought was: "What kind of nightmare start is this?!" To escape the original owner's fate, Sophie Wexler worked diligently, conducted herself conscientiously, stayed away from the male and female leads, compensated the soldiers harmed by the original owner, and strove to be a model citizen of The Galaxy, absolutely refusing to be the cannon fodder 'offed' by the Imperial Marshal! Broke and powerless, Sophie also had to support a man who'd been innocently dragged into the original owner's mess. She had no choice but to hustle. She started live streaming, became a masked singer, and held concerts. At first, netizens were scornful: 【Tsk, how good can she possibly sound?】 Later, the netizens were forced to eat their words. 【Damn, that's so good I'm on my knees!】 【What the hell, the violent episode of my Disorder Period has actually been soothed?!】 【The toxins in my Spiritual Sea have actually been eliminated!】 Her live streams went viral, the masked singer became a huge sensation, and tickets for her concerts were snapped up across The Galaxy. Sophie was content, thinking, "This time, I must have finally escaped the original owner's fate, right?" But what do you know, the man I've been doting on and supporting is actually the Imperial Marshal?! --- One day, Yancey Forrest came home to find that the boisterous person who was always claiming to be good to him was gone. His eyes darkened. Provoke me and then think you can leave? After catching her, Yancey traced his fingertips along Sophie's neck, smiling gently. "Why run?" Sophie trembled. "You... you're the Imperial Marshal?" His identity exposed, Yancey Forrest took her hand and slowly placed it on his own neck ring. "You know I won't kill you, don't you?"

A mission gone wrong sends military doctor Han Lei tumbling through time, straight into the arms of a fallen Prince in a war-torn era. With a bizarre excuse to keep a doctor by his side, the battle-scarred general finds himself completely undone by her soft words and gentle hands. Han Lei's wish is to earn silver and marry a strong man. The Prince’s wish is to seek development and marry a gentle wife. Two people, four desires, who will bend first? --- She's a dignified modern woman who crossed through time. How could she stand by and let these ancient fools bully her husband? He's a national hero, yet nearly got himself killed over that damn loyalty of his. She asks him: "What are you thinking?" He answers: "My heart is dead, you know what I am thinking." She curls her lips, turns to leave a sentence: "Then what are you waiting for? Go do him now!"

"This is the first time—and the last." That's what Asher Keating told her, cold-faced and buttoning his shirt, after one night he never should have had. Leah Sinclair was no one. A broke college student buried in debt after her grandmother's surgery, selling her evenings at a high-end escort club just to survive. She wasn't supposed to end up in his bed. He wasn't supposed to come back. But he did. After the second time and the third, Leah cursed viciously in her heart: "Damn man! You really can't trust a word men say." Many years later, Asher looked at Leah sleeping beside him and sighed to himself: "Sure enough, you shouldn't be with the same woman more than three times, or you'll really be in for it." Was it possession... or affection? A choice that began as a transaction but became true love, with only the wish... to never forget their original intentions.

In a world overrun by demons and monsters, cultivators worship the Bizarre and Unspeakable as the Way of Heaven. If a mortal wishes to step onto the path of cultivation, they must gouge out their own eyes, sever their limbs, and destroy their Roots of Wisdom… Upon transmigrating into this world, Ren Qing discovered that through his Divine Ability, he was completely exempt from the horrific price of cultivation. And so, just like that, he casually embarked upon the path of cultivation…