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The Void Writer

This young man in his early life as a teenager is considered to be a talent born once every century. A modern Shakespeare. Highly regarded by thousands of people all around the globe with his tear-jerking creations of love story that will make men and women cry. In short, a genius. But everyone knew of his true nature. Despite being awarded countless awards as one of the best romance author in the whole world, he's... clueless. Everything about love. His cold demeanor and a stone cold face shows no signs of attractions or feelings to anyone. He doesn't feel any attraction to anyone. Now, he enters the first years of his high school life. Several interesting characters entered his life in which fate clearly planned to. Will he be able to feel the feelings of the character he writes in his novels or will he just be the same old, cold and heartless, 'Void Writer'? AUTHOR'S NOTE: As much as I'd like to reference real books in the real world in this story, I'm afraid that I cannot since there's copyrights and licensing protecting those things. And I'm not going to risk it. So that's why most of the books in this story will be made up by me.

Yrythaela · Realistis
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Page XCI - Passing Time

The night that was supposed to be dark was negated by the illumination of the whole country of France as they were traversing through it.

Lights were everywhere, and the feeling of uneasiness and darkness was never there as everywhere you go seems like a lightshow.

Towers, spanning from a hundred meters tall to overbearing skyscrapers, the lightshow before the main event hyped up the students from each bus as the event was starting off nicely.

After a few more hours of idle chatter, the horizon appeared to shine upon them as the towering masterpiece of a building appeared in the distance.

Students inside the bus began to be amazed by the Eiffel Tower. With is tall structure, and lightshow, everyone's audible wows were heard.

They finally got to the venue and it was bigger than they'd have imagined. 

The professors then divided themselves into eight groups. They then raised signs showing a number.