pout for me

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 «

COMPLETED BOOK!!!!!! Ida knew she was cursed since she was born. Everything she touched either died or suffered great pain. Ida, who had to live with this dark power, tried to keep herself away from everyone, while her classmate Batuhan entered her life. However, Batuhan's appearance made Ida's life even more complicated. Who knew that while Batuhan was trying to help her, his real intentions were much darker? While struggling with the darkness within herself, Ida also found herself in the middle of these dangerous powers. Are you ready to witness the struggle of a girl who dragged people to pain with her touch, to survive and control her powers?

Trigger warning: This story contains dark situations such as offensive language, explicit scenes between and not between main characters and graphic violence. *** He is the famous Mafia Boss of the underground world in NYC and doesn't take no for an answer, neither does he succumb to the will of anyone except his father and the society. She is a hacker and a virgin who pretends to be a poor nerd in order to infiltrate his organization to investigate the death of her sister, the former assistant to the Mafia Boss. She won't take no for an answer either till she gets the job done.

"You should get up from where you fell down. Wifey, don't you want to hold your head high and show off in front of them in this life?" the man whispered close to the woman's ear, his tone full of temptation. "Are you really that kind?" The woman took a wary step back, completely unwilling to fall for it: "Those people aren't just anybody. Aren't they your dearest parents and siblings?" "Wifey, I am clear on who is close to me and who is distant. From now on, you and the children are the ones dearest to me." A pained look flashed in the man's eyes; it took him a lifetime and a painful price to finally understand—if he himself doesn't know how to fiercely protect his own wife and children, how can he expect others to hold them in any regard? This is actually a story where both the male and female leads are reborn, one after the other, and the male lead, after learning from his painful experience, ultimately undergoes a Cultivation to become a "loyal dog." With a spatial dimension and a superpower, see how Gu Nuan Nuan brings her mother along for a magnificent reversal in this life!

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?"

Stella Sterling, born into wealth, had always followed the rules. Jaded by the hypocrisy of high society, she suddenly had a whim one day to have an ordinary romance. Thus, a fabricated rumor that Stella Sterling had spent a fortune to hire a Matchmaker from a dating site to find her a partner quickly spread through her circles. Those on good terms with her teased and watched the fun. Those on bad terms with her waited to see her become a joke. Later, an employee from the dating website revealed, "The company was acquired with an investment from a Vicenzan tycoon, and the profile of a certain female member with the surname Sterling was hidden overnight." The public speculated wildly about the identities of the Vicenzan tycoon and the female member with the surname Sterling. - Later on, a candid street photo that was accidentally captured went viral. In the dense night of The Spire on Vesper Island— Beside a Benz, a handsome, composed, and dignified man lifted a striking beauty in a red dress with one arm, pressing her against the car door and lowering his head for a deep kiss. In the faint light and shadow, the woman's flowing hair was swept by the wind, wrapping around the man's finger, which wore a pinky ring. Like a footnote to a romance, and even more like a vintage film frame etched into the axis of time. Someone immediately dug up the man's identity based on clues from the photo. The eldest son of Vicenza's Rhodes Family—low-profile and inscrutable, cold and untamable, and also the powerful contemporary authority of The Vesper Circle. And the alluring, glamorous belle by his side was none other than Stella Sterling. When the street photo spread to the mainland, everyone excitedly exclaimed: "The case is solved, the case is solved—"