No Romance, Please
Fate or accident? I don't know what it was. It played a cruel trick in my life and one day, I was not living anymore. I died! I got transmigrated into my favourite novel, ‘Romance, Please’! (Ok, I agree that it's not a good title but still, I used to love this story.) In the book universe, I pretended to be a princess, started to live in the palace, and even got my very own platinum tiara. I lived much better than in my previous life. But I had to pay the price... The book I loved the most wanted me dead, just for the sake of another character’s development. I had to die in two years, again for the story to progress. Should I wait and watch for the plot to kill me? That's not me! I just chose to rewrite the novel from scratch, together with the villain. Fates started to change. I was made into a queen, the sole ruler of my kingdom. Then again, I had to pay the price. This time it was to sacrifice my love. Plot twist, No Romance, Please, cause it's injurious to health. ************************************************************ Warning: This is a twisted, erratic, nonsensical romance book.
Resurrected
I woke up the next... I had no idea which hour, day or year it was. I got up and stumbled to the only window the tower top bedroom had to check whether it was daytime or night. I squinted my eyes because of the light that protruded into my room.
I could see half of the sun still trying to hide and run away from all the sufferings of this world.
I turned to the table and walked to the wine jar.
'Empty?' I frowned. Of course, it was, just like me. I pushed that jar off the table in rage. I had to go down two hundred and sixty-four steps to fill it again.
I kicked that jar out of the room and kicked it down the stairs and followed it as it rolled down. It reached the ground floor and rolled towards the door where my only companion was living. I walked to the door and opened it.
An ink-black head that was buried in a bucket below lifted to see the intruder. His grass chewing mouth paused at the sight of me.