I find it difficult to focus on things I remember.

Unlike some people, I cannot write on the flip of a switch. There was a time when I wished I could get a typewriter, but with family as they are, sometimes it's easy to have a holiday where they only think of gifts for other people and not you. Likewise, I never give them any gifts, and outright skip them. But what kills the most is how much ink gets wasting for things that are essentially random scribbling. As if somehow random scribbling were worth more than prose. It's the little things like this, intentionally or not, that are the most insulting. And if you complain, than other people do not let you have any words.

Some people use formal language to communicate what other "lesser mortals" are able to say in less kind words, of which I wont repeat. But the gist is usually some rambling about economics, something related to communism. A university professor, to think that someone like that would lower themselves to uploading videos on youtube. Au contraire, for those who belong to sub cultures I generally associate, more often we use federated video uploading and file sharing: usually about anarchism. I communicate this story without indention, for indention is only useful if I wish to go into print. You pay the cost of a print run, for books that may never sell.

But for me, it's not the desire to sell that motivates me. I've never considered myself someone motivated by money. People say that self-published books are easier to sell in genre fiction, and yet in my own experience, it's far more common for literary fiction writers to be in the position, where they would have to self-publish their books to go anywhere. For me, it's a bit like trying to make a profit out of something little more than your blog. Which somehow feels extremely dirty to me. My mind is so often filled with noise to today, it's difficult to automatically write like I used to.

Even now, as I listen to the flow of rain drops outside the window, the reality of my dryness breaks the illusion: as much as it sounds like rain, the reality is it merely comes from my computer. To make matters worse, I have family that--and sometimes I wonder if it's even that--that in the most well meaning way possible, suggest that my work will never sell if I write anything that isn't about a specific topic. This comes despite the fact that that's quite literally the point of literary fiction.

Sometimes I wish I could melt away with the wind, and become a collection of music notes that fill the sky.

But I'm just some disillusioned speculative fiction writer. Science fiction writers have cool gadgets, other ones have cool societies. Yet for me there is nothing traditionally exciting about the human experience. But my goal is to highlight societal truths, not necessarily entertain you. If a book is the story about being a human being, trying to force it down a garden path of a seven point structure always struck me as largely pointless. As there is so many different ways to play the same piano note.

Even if it's not a song, of a sunken boat.


Sometimes you'll meet people that you're surprised they survived as long as they did, even if that person is strictly imaginary: last night I had a dream I was walking through a butchering room, ran by human female slaves. The slaves would help the main guy take girls out of the prison, who are hung up from chains by their wrists and ankles. They would be butchered on butcher block tables, their severed heads and limbs scattered all over the floor. The man would sometimes cook and eat these prisoners. But usually preferred to feed the remains to his dog, but would pretend to eat them. Then wretch them up when the man was not looking. When the man spotted me, he tried to have me captured. But instead he cornered me on his back porch.

I notice that it wasn't a stuffed tiger on the stairs, but an actual tiger painted to look like a stuffed animal. When I turned around, the man was not there, but only his dog.

-- No wonder you're able to survive eating humans, if you ate humans every day as a human, then you're body will eventually reject the things you've eaten, and begin falling apart.

--  I'm just his dog lady, I want to leave this place as much as you do.

The door swung open, it was a gaggle of girls. Some slightly wounded. The main slave girl held onto the guy's severed head and tossed it to the tiger. The tiger chased after the severed head, and for the most people could finally have a hope of not being butchered someday.

Usually dreams are not usually so violent.  They say that dreams are usually caused by stress.

But so often dreams are so realistic, including the segment where I was walking through a grocery store, and was struggling to find the right box of cereal. Eventually I had to settle for generic HC, and thus my craving for that honey could finally be satisfied, until the next time I went shopping. And then it was a slow ride home, where I could listen to the sound of rain, as it poured outside against the window.

At home, when I wake up, there is only my kitty cat.

Who wants my black beans. Carefully I move my chair so they can't go onto my dining room table. But this doesn't stop them from trying, while I make my morning coffee.

After the morning routine, I drew some comic sketches for some new light novels. Although some of the designs have me a little bit worried, as my goal is to communicate a Cyberpunk setting, and not a children's book. If I were drawing a children's book, it be one thing. But a bit different if the book is about young teenagers living the life as adults. I had once wanted to be a children's writers, but this never worked out quite like a hoped. So I'm attempting to write science fiction, under the idea that this itself may also not work out so well. And I'm stuck with a diary I don't know how to market.


I'm not an interesting person: I have almost nothing going for me; when you attempt to kill yourself three different times, it immediately becomes apparent how little society really cares about you. That may sound cynical, but it's the truth. I don't mean to sound so frank, but when you've been kidnapped once, and have about a grand robbed from you, and you're sexually assaulted every day for about a year, and certain contemporary hash tags on social media aren't what they turned out to be, the only apparent reality is one where people only think of them self.

That doesn't mean there aren't some people that do good things, but there is usually some financial string attached; as the only person in the world that puts politics aside for sake of human decency, I don't entirely understand how other people view the world differently. I used to be a computer programmer, but got tired of how men in the business treated trans women, especially on older federated social media networks. In Church, it's Give Us Our Daily Bread. In the church of a Diaspora, it's give us our daily wank.

I am a female programmer. Give me my daily shank. For thine is the Cyberdeck, and cutting is my personal wank.

Oh woman!

It seems like every time you succeed in something, there is always somebody there to try to take you down a notch; it doesn't matter what it is, it could be finding a new girlfriend, or finishing a new book. One of the reasons I left centralized social media, is that it always felt like every one of my actions was being watched. Having some people approve of your actions doesn't make things any better; what if you decided to change your mind later, or completely stop using the site altogether. You being the sole exception in a group that hates your political views. This is my experience, being social most people would consider socialist. The term is constantly degraded, because of people that don't really understand what the word means.

I can't even write Cyberpunk fiction, because--although topically I've never had much in common with him anyway--that the main godfather of that genre of fiction, although not an optimist, is at most a realistic often makes me feel like somehow my experience is invalid. Combine this with the fact that even in comics, one of the groups I've considered my lifeblood, decided to completely disown me merely for the fact that I comment on creator-ownership, or happen to dislike mainstream comic companies. Don't ever let anyone try to convince you of anything else...

Thinking critically and carefully is never easy.

Especially as an anarcho-communist.

Before the second civil war, that broke the broken American Union into several smaller national units.

Set in the fictional Tennessean city of Chatlanta, where virtual reality is being newly developed, and the line between dreams and reality blur. A writer who has a hard time finishing a story, is in search for love.

The playful hacker accidentally courts an assassin/spy for a rival US micro-nation, and decides to rebuild her dead acquaintance to give her a second chance. Interspersed are dreams about being hunted by cannibalistic serial killers, and essays about the nature of the game-design industry.

Author Note: This work is half way finished,  the next half is being plotted.

Hello lovely readers~ I'm sorry this isn't a story update, but one will follow shortly tomorrow! I just wanted to let you know that I changed the listed genre of this story to Realistic Fiction instead of Fan Fiction. I don't know how this will affect the story, but rest assured, the story will continue as intended with BTS and friends despite the change.

To answer the question in the title:

1) The MC is Iris Huang, a fictional character along with her family and the other Big Hit trainees. Any k-pop idols included in this story are secondary leads. 

2) BTS are not the only k-pop included in this story; thus, this is more of a k-pop fanfic if anything. With that said, they are more integral to the story than the others. 

But because this story began as an entry into the BTS writing competition, I have since after its end gotten some hate for writing it merely due to BTS fanfics swamping the Fan Fiction section. (I really don't see the case for it because the top popular fan fics listed only showed 3 BTS fan fics including mine much lower down the browsing results. But with the contest, the sudden influx probably messed up the New section.) 

In short, imagine this as a fictional story that's realistic in being set in the modern world and time with real-life people's names. This story was never completely about BTS, it was about Iris surviving in the music industry. It's like saying a fantasy story can't also be a romance; even though, the story may be listed under Fantasy as the main genre. 

3) I see stories on here not listed as fan fiction when they're based on TV shows and series, and the story MC is clearly the MC of that original show. Since I think my story follows Realistic Fiction more than as a BTS fan fiction since it isn't totally centered around them, I changed it two weeks after the competition ended. Additionally, now no one can complain about their favorite fan fiction being overrun by BTS ones.... I don't want to inadvertently add to the hate that BTS receives for stupid reasons like this.

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Anyway, those are my reasons for both any new or old readers. I had initially created this story for the contest in hopes of being considered different from the ones commonly found on Wattpad. I wanted to remain respectful to BTS while creating a truly original but modern story.

As always, thank you for reading and supporting this story! <3

**Important Note: This is about a fictional OC girl surviving in the music industry and set in real, modern times. **

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Synopsis:

BTS, Bangtan Sonyeondan, Bulletproof Boy Scouts, Beyond The Scene. The idol group had various names, but to Iris, BTS would forever be her inspiration, both in music and in life.

She had first encountered them by accident during BTS’s American Hustle Life. Curious and smitten by the adorably awkward boys who couldn’t speak English very well, she later discovered that they were K-pop idols. Upon discovering K-pop, she realized her passion for singing and dancing. She joined the Korean Culture Club at her university and participated in K-pop dance covers.

But as a practical girl, she never pursued music seriously. As a second generation American to Thai and Chinese parents, she felt a responsibility to graduate college and be a successful businesswoman. But BTS was the wildcard in her life. When she fatefully met them again during their Wings world tour, her life would never be the same again.

Tossed into the brutal world of K-pop, she became somehow became a Big Hit trainee!

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Genres: Fan Fiction, (side) Romance Fiction

Question: Why is this listed as Realistic Fiction instead of Fan Fiction?

1) The MC is Iris Huang, a fictional character along with her family and the other Big Hit trainees. Any k-pop idols included in this story are secondary leads.

2) BTS are not the only k-pop included in this story; thus, this is more of a k-pop fanfic if anything. With that said, they are more integral to the story than the others.

But because this story began as an entry into the BTS writing competition, I have since after its end gotten some hate for writing it merely due to BTS fanfics swamping the Fan Fiction section. (I really don't see the case for it because the top popular fan fics listed only showed 3 BTS fan fics including mine much lower down the browsing results. But with the contest, the sudden influx probably messed up the New section.)

In short, imagine this as a fictional story that's realistic in being set in the modern world and time with real-life people's names. This story was never completely about BTS, it was about Iris surviving in the music industry. It's like saying a fantasy story can't also be a romance; even though, the story may be listed under Fantasy as the main genre.

3) I see stories on here not listed as fan fiction when they're based on TV shows and series, and the story MC is clearly the MC of that original show. Since I think my story follows Realistic Fiction more than as a BTS fan fiction since it isn't totally centered around them, I changed it two weeks after the competition ended. Additionally, now no one can complain about their favorite fan fiction being overrun by BTS ones.... I don't want to inadvertently add to the hate that BTS receives for stupid reasons like this.

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Note about the realism in this book:
All of the realism is to allow readers to be able to insert themselves as the MC as if living this reality for real in the modern world. I hope to share BTS's inspirational message to love yourself. May you gain the strength to also believe in yourself and follow your dreams~!

Please support the continuation of this story by voting, and enjoy reading! (:

TAGS: Music, Idols, Modern Day, Celebrities, Female Lead, Inspirational, Romance, Fan Fiction, BTS, K-pop

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The Heian period has been referred to as the golden era of art and literature in Japan.[3] During this era, literature became centered on a cultural elite of nobility and monks.[4] The imperial court particularly patronized the poets, most of whom were courtiers or ladies-in-waiting. Reflecting the aristocratic atmosphere, the poetry was elegant and sophisticated and expressed emotions in a rhetorical style. Editing the resulting anthologies of poetry soon became a national pastime. The iroha poem, now one of two standard orderings for the Japanese syllabary, was also developed during the early Heian period.

Genji Monogatari (The Tale of Genji), written in the early 11th century by a woman named Murasaki Shikibu, is considered the pre-eminent novel of Heian fiction.[citation needed][5] Other important writings of this period include the Kokin Wakashū (905), a waka-poetry anthology, and Makura no Sōshi (The Pillow Book) (990s). The Pillow Book was written by Sei Shōnagon, Murasaki Shikibu's contemporary and rival, as an essay about the life, loves, and pastimes of nobles in the Emperor's court.[6]Another notable piece of fictional Japanese literature was Konjaku Monogatarishū, a collection of over a thousand stories in 31 volumes. The volumes cover various tales from India, China and Japan.

The 10th-century Japanese narrative, Taketori Monogatari (The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter), can be considered an early example of proto-science fiction. The protagonist of the story, Kaguya-hime, is a princess from the Moon who is sent to Earth for safety during a celestial war, and is found and raised by a bamboo cutter. She is later taken back to her extraterrestrial family in an illustrated depiction of a disc-shaped flying object similar to a flying saucer.[

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Hi I'm sorry for locking this but I had to. My story has been having issues so I'm trying to see if it's basically everything including posting that's having issues. 

I was also thinking of writing a new novel and i want to know what you think and if you think that would be good what genre should it be. I'm actually torn between teen fiction, contemporary romance, paranormal/fantasy, 

Mystery/thriller and horror. Would love to hear what you think. Please let me know in the comments guys.

I look up and see Daniel idiot Collins smirking down at me. 

“ you just purposely stepped into my way didn't you? ” I ask him glaring pointedly at him.

“ uh huh ” he replies smiling that stupid smile of his that sometimes makes certain girls swoon. Even if I have to admit that his green eyes shining brightly as he smiles is cute, I have no plans of swooning.

I intensify my glare and sigh, then step back. “ I simply do not have time to play your childish games with you Danny. So run along. ” I flip my hair and try pushing him out of the way but he grabs my hands and pulls me closer to him.

I can't help but shiver when I feel his breathe caress my cheek as he leans in to whisper to me. “ don't you want me to pass on your kisses to Jonas? ”

I push away from him as he laughs in that loud boisterous way that always attracts attention. I turn red both from what he said and the people staring at us with curiosity. I flee from him wanting to escape the scene when a thought registers in my mind.

What if Daniel is the matchmaker I need?

Veronica Saunders, brainy, beautiful, bold and rash. After a difficult childhood with a disinterested father and dead mother, she longs for someone to love her to fill in those missing gaps. And she's decided that the handsome playboy/school sweetheart Jonas Hendricks is the man for her. What happens when she has to go through her arch nemesis and the one guy who just won't bow down to her demands? But most importantly what if Daniel collins is more than the matchmaker she needs?

#hot steamy romance on the way  

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Amihati: Wind of Favored Glory

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, songs, events, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead and actual events purely coincidental.

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No parts of the book may be transmitted, modified, republished or derivated without give authority to the publisher. Plagiarism is a crime!

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Warning: This book may contain gore scenes, violence, swearing, contemporary issues and grammatical errors that you may not like.

Extra note: Constructive criticisms are highly appreciated ♡

And now, a few disclosures, so you'll have a better sense "where I'm coming from."

First, I'm a devout Catholic, though I differ with my Church on several of its pronouncements about sex. I believe that God gave us our sexual natures and desires as a tool by which we can propagate our species, bond with one another, and make one another happy. Though sex can be misused and abused, it's no more inherently evil than anything else people might do with their bodies. All the same, I hold that sex must not be used to assert power over another, nor to wound, betray, nor punish. If there is joy, the desire to give as well as receive pleasure, and the willingness to accept the consequences in their entirety, sex is no more sinful than watching television...and a lot more fun, especially considering some of the crap that pours out of the idiot box these days. (Sitcoms! Sheesh!)

Second: I'll allow that sometimes I write rather formally, sometimes even archaically. Partly that's because I'm wiser than my age, educated at a time of greater formality about the English language and its use, but mostly it's because I prefer that kind of diction to the looser and more colloquial form that's prevalent today. "You pays your money and you takes your choice." And no, I do not have a broom handle up my ass.

Third, I write on many subjects, including software engineering, management, politics, philosophy, religion and matters of faith. My fiction spans fantasy, science fiction, contemporary suspense, political intrigue, romance, and even a little humor. If you like the stuff I'm posting here, you're likely to enjoy some of the other stuff too, nearly all of which is available on line. Yes, I'm going to shamelessly promote my other books, which by the way are still not on Webnovel.

And as I'm going to start narrating my journey from being a writer to a vampire, I just want to wish for all of you - may God bless and keep you all, whatever your particular kink!

Hello readers. My name is Wang. 
This is the story of a Webnovel Author, who participated in a "Writing Contest" which happened to be "A twilight FanFic Writing contest".

Being a big fan of Twilight Saga and the character Bella Swan, the author decides to participate in the contest.

He was not aware that his participation will make his dreams, both good and bad, come true.

This story is pure fiction but.....
The novel is inspired by the many kingdoms in the Melayu Realm. Home of the Melayu people spans between The Malay Peninsula, The Island of Sumatera, The Island of Borneo, The Island of Java and many small islands in between. This territory was historically ruled by the various sultanates in the Maritime South East Asia.



Currently there are several monarchies throughout the Melayu realm, some are independent countries like Malaysia and Brunei Darussalam, and others are cultural heritage sanctioned by the Indonesian government.
This story is set in the fictional independent Sultanate of Jothar. I have mixed many Melayu subcultures for the royal titles and customs described in the story, predominantly from the Javanese subculture from which I hail.
The cover photo is of a couple wearing a contemporary Melayu wedding costume. The photo is a courtesy of Vienna Gallery, Jakarta Indonesia. The number one expert in traditional wedding makeup and decoration.
The background photo is the Palace of the Siak Sultanate in Riau, Sumatera, Indonesia. A sultanate that was disintegrated in 1945 when it was absorbed by the Republic of Indonesia.

Called home by her estranged father the Sultan of Jothar, Paramita didn't know what to expect. The only thing she knew was she is  betrothed to be married. But things are not going to be easy, with her uncle plotting to take over the throne. She can only rely on herself to get her out of this situation alive.

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Genre

Magical Realism/Fantasy/Historical Fiction/Horror & Thriller/Romance Fiction/Science Fiction/Competitive Sports/Video Games/Eastern Fantasy/Realistic Fiction/ACG/Martial Arts/War & Military Fiction

Date

2019.11.25 ~ 2019.12.08

Deadline

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