Book of 'dark' poems that author created (impromptu).

𝐿𝒶𝓈𝓉 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒 𝑜𝓃 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝒟𝑜𝓀𝒾 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒞𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝑀𝒶𝓃𝑔𝒶 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝑜𝒻𝒻𝒾𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝑀.𝒞 𝒶𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝓉𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓉𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉𝓈 𝐹𝒾𝓇𝓈𝓉 𝒶𝓈𝓈𝒾𝑔𝓃𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓉𝑜 𝒲𝓇𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝒶 𝒫𝑜𝑒𝓂 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒸𝓁𝓊𝒷 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓈𝑜𝓂𝑒𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒹𝒶𝓇𝓀 𝒜𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝑀𝑜𝓃𝒾𝓀𝒶 

-On a bright Morning The rise M.C stretches and gets out of bed He brushes his teeth and gets leave we walks down the street until he reaches the corner waiting for Sayori as normal-

M.C: Again it's time to wait for her shes always late why do I even wake up at this time knowing she will be leaving out late 

-Just then someone loudly calls for M.C he immediately thinks it's Sayori but the Voice was Higher Pitched-

M.C!  M.C! Hey It's me Natsuki!

M.C: Natsuki? What are you doing here I thought you been was in school why you here?

Natsuki: I was on my way to school and decided to come a different route we should walk to school together come on let's go

M.C: But I normally wait for Sayori-

-Natsuki begins to pout she was rather upset about the response that he gave her-

M.C: Fine I'll just let Sayori know when she comes to school that You wanted to walk to school together

-They both begins to walk meanwhile in the distance Sayori was watching She begins to become sad at the sight of them leaving without her she starts walking a different way to school-

-In school Monika Was watching Sayori Come into school first She begins to smile softly then goes to her she greets Sayori then takes her to her class-

-The end of the day in the classroom M.C walks in and sees Sayori in the corner her eyes seem Gloomy he walks over to her-

M.C: Hey sayori sorry for not walking you to school today we can walk home together though and also what did you write your poem to?

-Sayori looks up then her eyes become bright again trying to hide her sadness She smiles softly-

Sayori: Duh I can't tell you that We just have to wait for Monika and we can read the poems to the club members 

-Just then Yuri, Natsuki and Monika all walked in Monika had a small smirk then looks at everyone she begins speaking to everyone- 

Monika: Alright members take your seats!

-Everyone sets down and looks at Monika-

Monika: Yesterday assignment was to write a poem to someone in the class and we share out instead we go to each person and share what we wrote

-Everyone gets up and Walks to each other Yuri walks over to M.C-

Yuri: My poem was for you M.C I hope you like it

-She begins reading her poem It was Nice and Timid It was mysterious and uses strong words to express herself on paper when she was finished they both talked about their poems-

-Sayori walks over to M.C and reads her poem to her she uses Fantasy words and words to express love she was excited to see M.C response-

M.C: Woah that was great and wonderful Sayori you really know how to write a poem 

-Natsuki starts reading hers She uses cute words and Cute things to express herself on palate she also drew a cute bunny rabbit in the corner of the paper- 

M.C: I didn't know you like so much cute things Natsuki That's awesome

-She begins to Puff her cheeks and looks away she calls him and Baka then goes back to her seat-

-Lastly was Monika She uses mysterious words and strong words similar to Yuri however it was a different side to it almost like it was dark and Creepy a bit M.C didn't say anything about it-

M.C: Woah this is kinda Dark but this was great Monika I didn't know you like dark things

Monika: Yes I do I love making the story dark and Mysterious it brings out the tone of the book and makes the mood great when your reading it alone

-Monika gets Up and goes back the front of the room she gets ready to make a announcement- 

Monika: As you may know the school festival is coming soon so we need to make a bunch of things happen we need a lot of Writing and lots of cupcakes are you ready to share your Poems to the world?!

Yuri: N-No I'm not ready I didn't think we need to share our poems to the world I don't think I'm ready to

Natsuki: Aw come on Yuri brighten up this is a chance for the Club to become famous it's a change for the club to become packed with new members

Yuri: Y-Yes I suppose your right

Monika: Alright M.C you will be helping Yuri out on Saturday and Helping Natsuki out on Sunday and Sayori you can help me and write lots of cool Poems

-Sayori looks sad for a bit knowing she wouldn't be around M.C like that however she brightens up and becomes happy again- 

Sayori: O-Ok!

-After the club Sayori waits for M.C she looks around and sees him but with Yuri instead she walks over to him-

Sayori: Hey are we waking home together?

M.C: Sorry sayori but today Yuri wants me to come over her house to get ready for the School Festival She wants to make some good ideas for the banners

-Sayori looks away sadly she then looks at M.C changing her expression to happy again-

Sayori: T-That's ok alright I'll see you later then 

-Sayori begins looking down then leaves M.C sees her looking down he notice she have been sad lately and haven't been her normal self- 

M.C: Sayori.....

-M.C and Yuri begins walking to her house meanwhile Monika standing in then window Watching her eyes was dark green with the same devilish smirk on her face-

Monika: M.C you will be mine one way or another Teehee~



The poem was done reciting.

After seeing that the female university student did not answer for a long while, he carried on, "This poem is called, "The Furthest Distance in the World" and is also called, "The Flying Bird and Fish". Today I'm giving it you. Is Beijing and New York very far? I do not think so at all. You can still meet again, you can know each other again, you can fall in love again and can be together once again. Are you going to be defeated by this trivial geographical distance? Then your feelings aren't anything worth mentioning. Lady, don't use distance as an excuse. Do not use distance to avoid reality. In my opinion, the distance between you isn't far. Think of the flying bird and think of the small fish. If you are stubborn and insist on being self-righteous, then I will not say another word if you were to slash down with the blade!"

"..."

There was complete silence on the other side of the line.

Following that, the sound of a girl sobbing could be heard, "Flying bird...and fish...*sob*...Flying bird...and fish..."

Upon hearing the sobbing, everyone in the broadcasting room were excited. Previously, she had appeared too calm, but now she had cried? This meant she was moved!

The female university student said while sobbing, "Teacher, then...what...should I do?"

Zhang Ye gave a thought, "I do not know what you should do either. This is your path, so you will need to find your own path."

"But...*sob*...I don't know how to walk down the path..." The female university student pleaded for help.

Zhao Guozhou, who was behind the glass, gave Zhang Ye an exaggerated gesture! The other Literature Channel staff were also secretly worried. Why can't you tell her what to do and save her? What do you mean, “You should find your own path?” What if she wanted to end her path there and then?

Wang Xiaomei kicked Zhang Ye in the shin.

However, it was as if Zhang Ye did not feel it.

The female university student cried, "Teacher, you tell me...what I should do...I trust you...*sob*...I can't sleep every day...What should I do...Everyday...I'm groggy...at night...I can't see any future..."

With her crying, Zhang Ye became calm, "Lady, I do not have the right or the way to help you decide your own path. Even if we tell you, you might not listen to it. You need to think it through carefully. Let me give you another poem. I hope it can enlighten you somewhat."

Another poem?

The people outside held their breaths again.

Zhang Ye said deeply, "The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light."

Again, this poem did not exist in this world, but it was famous in Zhang Ye's world. It was Gu Cheng's "A Generation". The entire poem only had those two verses. It was very short, but it contained within it a lot of energy. It was difficult to dissect and analyze the meanings within the poem. It could only be said that different people would have different insights. Zhang Ye gave her this poem, hoping she would be enlightened. At least, when Zhang Ye was previously lost, this poem had accompanied him for a long period of time.

"The dark night...gave me black eyes, but I use...them to seek the light." The female university student repeated it again and slowly stopped crying.

Five minutes.

Ten minutes.

The female university student suddenly spoke, "Teacher Zhang Ye, thank you. I think I know what I should do. I will wait for him. I also want to wait for him. Regardless of the final outcome, I will not try to commit suicide again. Thank you. Your two poems… I will remember them for life!"

Zhang Ye said, "I wish you happiness. I also believe a good lady like you will be happy."

The netizen listeners in front of their computer screens started sending in messages in an explosive manner, breaking all historical records. No number of refreshes were enough to show all of them!

"Heavens!"

"Teacher Zhang is too good!"

"Right, this is the first time I'm seeing a broadcast host who can speak so well!"

"’The Furthest Distance in the World’? This poem has too much feeling!"

"I think the later poem was the best. The dark night gave me black eyes, but I use them to seek the light. It's a superb poem, a superb poem for the ages!"

"No wonder he is able to write a divine work like "Ghost Blows Out the Light". I finally understand Teacher Zhang Ye's artistic standards. It is evidenced by these two poems!"

"Saving a life is better than building a seven-storey pagoda. I've decided to support and listen to "Late-night Ghost Stories" every day!"

With the situation assuaged, Wang Xiaomei let out a long sigh of relief and quickly said to the listeners, "Thank you to everyone listening in to ‘Talk About the World’. We will meet you again tomorrow at the same time."

With the transmission cut, the live broadcast ended!

Wang Xiaomei slumped into her chair as if she had lost all strength.

Zhang Ye gave a wry smile as he touched his neck. He was also covered in sweat. D*mn it, to think I met a suicide situation on my first time being a guest! Can it even get any better!? Thankfully, he had the wisdom of the ancients and managed to somehow convince the lady!

The outer door opened as people rushed in.

Deputy Station Head Jia was no longer around. Zhao Guozhou was the first to enter and he said loudly, "Well done, Little Zhang! You did beautifully!"

"It was really thrilling!"

"Indeed, our Teacher Zhang is talented!"

People began to admire and praise him!

Zhang Ye's telephone editor, Xiaofang, also gave him a thumbs up from behind the crowd, "Teacher Zhang, those two poems were too great!"

Words could kill, but words could equally save. Today, everyone who listened in to the live broadcast learned this. By seeing this all at once, there were a lot of mixed emotions.

Wang Xiaomei stood up and daringly said, "Leader, today it was my responsibility. I will accept any punishments the station will mete. I was too provocative in my words."

Zhao Guozhou looked at her and did not criticize her, "Write a self-reflective piece and hand it to me tomorrow. Actually, it is not all your fault. That female university student had already prepared to commit suicide. Even if she did not make the phone call, she would definitely have committed suicide. From another perspective, by us counseling her, it's also us saving a life. Right, but make sure to be careful in the future. We need to greatly consider the listener's emotions and capacity to accept. This live broadcast can be said to be a lesson for all of us. It is also a form of experience."

The matter was done.

Everyone let out a sigh of relief.

Wang Xiaomei looked towards Zhang Ye, "Those two poems were composed by you?"

Zhang Ye could not say no. After all, these poems did not exist in this world, "Yes."

"You can even compose poems?" Wang Xiaomei found it unbelievable.

Zhao Guozhou, who was about to leave, heard this and turned around and laughed, "All of you might not know how Little Zhang was accepted during the interview, right? It was because of a prose, "The Song of the Stormy Petrel". Our entire Literature Channel's combined efforts probably cannot even match Little Zhang's artistic talent in poems." Saying that, he reminiscenced and recited from the beginning. Zhang Ye never expected that Zhao Guozhou would actually be able to recite his poem verbatim. Clearly, he loved the prose so much. "...That is the courageous Petrel proudly soaring in the lightning over the sea's roar of fury; cries of victory the prophet: Let the tempest come strike harder!"

When everyone heard this, they were stunned!

"Good poem!"

"It's written so well!"

"This poem was also composed on the spot?"

Each of these poems was more stunning than the last. Only then did everyone recall what had just happened and an interesting thought arose in their minds. Hipsters were a kind of disease and so were cultured female youths. How could one cure this disease? The answer was simple; use a cultured male youth that was more artistic than the cultured female youth!


Zhang Ye was originally a mundane college graduate with aspiring dreams to become a star, but unfortunately has below average looks and height. However one day, he woke up and suddenly found himself in a parallel world! 
It’s like the same world, but wait a minute…many brands, celebrities and even famous works from his world changed and are gone in this new world! Armed with the profound literary knowledge of his previous world and a heaven-defying Game Ring that gives him magical items, stats and skills, Zhang Ye embarks on a journey to pursue his life-long dream of becoming famous!
Follow Zhang Ye as he takes the new world by storm, one plagiarized piece at a time, to hilarious reactions!

The young masters of the Zhuge Clan started to pit against each other openly and maneuver covertly. On the surface, they were in harmony and respectful, but they were back-stabbing each other in the dark. The clan was in chaos. 
It was only a few days and rumors were rife. The young men of the Zhuge Clan were accused of having illegitimate sons and daughters…
The tense situation became more precarious.
Zhuge Shanyun was having a headache over the situation. He thought he had welcomed an esteemed disciple of the Moon Breeze Supreme Martial Artist. Never did he expect to invite disaster into his clan…
Zhuge Shanyun was spared of his headache as his clan members invited his foe.
Ye Shifeng was badly smitten after seeing Wu Qianqian. It was not known whether he was after her beauty or status, he became her suitor. He was dressed in the smart black garment of the Ye Clan and would wait in anticipation at her dwelling daily.
The next day, the Lan Clan arrived and a few of their young masters joined in the competition for the favor of Wu Qianqian…
The Ye, Shi and Zhuge Clans were already holding animosity towards each other. With the competition for Wu Qianqian's favor, they were all fully armed and cautious. The scene became the re-enactment of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
The young masters of the smaller clans retreated with caution.
Only the Ye Clan's second young master Ye Shifeng, Zhuge Clan's second young master Zhuge Changchang and Lan Clan's third young master Lan Changge were left in the competition.
They were like a trio of mating peacocks that showcased their fanciful tails for attention.
Someone even set up bets to see which young master would win the hand of the lady. All the young masters placed their bets and Tianji city became a bustling casino.
The news spread like wildfire. The Yè Clan was halfway on their journey when young master Yè Mengse heard about the peerless beauty Wu Qianqian. He was afraid others might get to her first so he abandoned his clan and traveled through the night to arrive at Tianji city.
The Romance of the Three Kingdoms had become Four Nation's War and the situation became tenser.
Ye Shifeng acted suave with his dark face, black robe and cloak. He stood proudly like a pile of shiny black charcoal.
Zhuge Changchang… Er, required some explanation. His name consisted of the double meaning of tall and he was indeed tall… Actually, he was beyond tall.
Though he looked proportionately, he was on the tall side. For most men, 1.7-1.8 meters were considered tall. Anything above 1.8 meters was definitely a giant!
Zhuge Changchang was a full 2.5 meters! When he was with the other men, he was like a giant among dwarfs. With his white robe, he was extremely prominent.
Zhuge Changchang looked forward to having a palmistry session with Wu Qianqian so that they could discuss about life and their ambitions… But he was not fulfilled.
Lan Changge carried with him a zither to complement his singing.
Yè Mengse created poems the moment he arrived. Within a few days, his ten poems were compiled by his fan. His poems were all excellent creations…
In the Zhuge compound, everyone yearned to obtain the favor of Wu Qianqian!
The Zhuge compound was like an opera.
This liveliness was like… what Ye Zhangzui had said before. The nonsense was blaring and loud.
No matter how the young masters curry her favor, the black-robed fairy remained cool, aloof and rejected them bluntly. 
Ye Shifeng was ignored, Zhuge Changchang's request for palmistry was denied and he was being chided. Lan Changge sang for a few days and invited a question from Wu Qianqian that halted his serenading.
At that time, Lan Changge was singing his tune when the window on the second floor opened. A dark figure appeared at the window.
The crowd below was excited.
The dark-robed lady was looking for the singer. At this moment, the crowd held their breath.
She finally found him and asked him with a pair of astonished eyes, "Young master, why are you crying?"
Crying?
Everyone shivered when they heard the words.
Lan Changge was embarrassed and gave a bitter smile. "I am serenading you…"
"Please don't… I beg you. The voice sounded like the monkey from the forest who had lost its son. It's too melancholic. I'm not able to sleep properly because of your singing. Young master… please stop wailing."
After she finished speaking, the windows were slammed shut.
Lan Changge almost fainted.
The crowd almost fainted.
Please stop wailing?
Wailing? …
After being stunned for a while, the crowd broke into hysterical laughs. Ye Shifeng, Zhuge Changchang and Yè Mengse laughed extremely loud. Lan Changge glared angrily at the three of them… That night, Lan Changge challenged Zhuge Changchang to a fight but Zhuge Changchang declined…
As for Yè Mengse, after composing that many poems he was not getting any response. He could not resist asking, "Lady, what do you think of my poems?"
Wu Qianqian replied in surprise, "If you hadn't mentioned it, I wouldn't have thought they were poems… apologies I had been learning martial arts from my teacher since young, I don't have knowledge of poems… I thought you were reciting from books… and I'm actually impressed with your diligence…"
Wu Qianqian's comment greatly discounted Yè Mengse's talent in composing poems!
The four young masters were held back by her rejections.
Wu Qianqian's aloofness was complemented by her peerless beauty, mysterious face veil, gracefulness and… a different demeanor from the ladies of the super clans.
That was the trait of a lady who traveled the martial world. She had a fusion of the aristocratic and yet graceful character… and a unique attractive aura!
Aloof and dignified!
Like the moon up in the sky, far beyond anyone's reach.
With such a trait, the more aloof she was, the more it piqued the desires of the young masters. They became bolder in their approaches.
These young masters were used to having beautiful women! Since when were they rejected so badly?
This kind of hopeless courting was a serious blow to their ego! The more you ignored me, the more I would court you!
The thrill of the courting process was what they wanted!
The suitors were unable to give up once they had indicated their interests. They had the mentality that if I gave up and gave the chance to others to win her heart… would I not be on the losing end? Even if I failed, I could stay behind and sow discord among other suitors.
If I could not get what I want, I would not let the rest have the chance to win her hand!
With the mentality of sour grapes, the young masters treated each other with greater disdain. During this period, Ye Shifeng had sparred with Zhuge Changchang once and fought with Lan Changge twice. Yè Mengse fought with everybody.
Lan Changge was the weakest among the young masters. His eyes were beaten like a panda but he did not delay his courtship. It was alright as the lady did not even look at his face…
Zhuge Changchang had the worst luck. As he was too tall, everyone went for his crotch. He let down his guard once and Yè Mengse tackled his crotch like a monkey going for peaches.
As such, his "peaches" were manhandled and Zhuge Changchang had to stand cross-legged for the next four-five days. He also hobbled like a penguin…
The four masters continued their pestering, causing Wu Qianqian to be vexed and at her wits' end.
She knew that Chu Yang was staying at the nearby Orchard Palace but she dared not meet him. If she visited him, her suitors would follow and cause a nuisance to Chu Yang. 
But Chu Yang…
Wu Qianqian was extremely irked.
You knew I am here but you chose not to visit me… what a heartless man!
Wu Qianqian made a mistake in her thinking. She knew that Tie Butian was a woman so she did not take her Empress status to heart and she did not see herself as someone's wife…
She did not have such thinking in her subconscious!
But Chu Yang was very clear that Wu Qianqian was Tie Butian's wife!
As the saying goes, a good man does not take advantage of a friend's wife.
Why would Chu Yang want to antagonize Wu Qianqian? He would be happy to hide from her.
Chu Yang was a normal man. With his aging, his needs and desires were surging. When he looked at brothels, he would feel himself bloating and he had to lower his head and fasten his pace…
When he thought about surviving the next five to six years like this, he became depressed.
If Wu Qianqian was by his side, when faced with a willing and alluring beauty, Chu Yang felt that he would not have the willpower that he had at the Lower Three Heavens…
If he failed to control himself, he would make a cuckold out of his brother Tie Butian. If a country's ruler was cuckolded… that would be…
During this period of time, Chu Yang sparred daily with Zi Xieqing until he was fully exhausted. Once the session was over, he would collapse and fall asleep.
With Zi Xieqing around, he would not be in danger when asleep.
Han Xiaoran came a few times to report the matter to Chu Yang. Nangong Shifeng became a frequent visitor. Whenever there was news, he would slip stealthily into the residence and inform Chu Yang.
Though Chu Yang stayed at home, he had a good grasp of the happenings in the city.
Right now, he was waiting for an opportunity.
After Chu Yang discovered that the Ye Clan got to know about the Divine Clan's elder from a mysterious letter, he was relieved. 
Chu Yang speculated that this mysterious man was definitely Diwu Qingrou!
He was fully confident of that!
The Lan Clan would not divulge such secret. If they had wanted to do so, they would not wait until now. Because they intended to kidnap the Divine Clan's elder secretly… It was even more impossible for the Zhuge Clan to divulge the secret.
Chu Yang felt that he could collude with Diwu Qingrou without meeting and planning anything!
Chu Yang was amused by such a situation. He believed Diwu Qingrou would feel the same way too.
Chu Yang was also monitoring the way Wu Qianqian was pestered by the four young masters. The right opportunity was still brewing. Once everyone was here and the situation was chaotic and out of control… the situation would be advantageous for him to create discord…


Chu Yang, the Ninth Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, sacrificed almost everything he had for the sake of improving his martial arts, including the love of his life. After spending three years locating the fifth fragment of the Nine Tribulations Sword, he was ambushed by all sides at that very place. Mortally injured with no means of escape, Chu Yang executed a sacrificial technique by plunging the Nine Tribulations Sword into his very own heart. “With the blood of my heart, ten thousand tribulations will collapse!”

After witnessing the death of all his ambushers, Chu Yang’s vision began to darken. At a distance, moments before his death, he saw the mastermind who had plotted his downfall — Mo Tian Ji. With that, his eyes finally closed.

However, with a start, Chu Yang once again awoke to find that he had returned to when he was sixteen years of age! Furthermore, the Sword Spirit of the Nine Tribulations Sword now resided within his Dantian, the energy center of his body! From that very moment, Chu Yang would then begin to right all of his past regrets, and carve his very own legend by fulfilling his destiny as the final Master of the Nine Tribulations Sword, and defeating the Heavenly Devils beyond the realm of the Nine Heavens Continent.

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
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Episode 88 - Country of Music 2 'Eugene's unwanted spotlight'

The King raised his hand, motioning for the instrumentalists to play.
"Well, well." The King paused. Continuing, he spoke with sympathy in his voice. "Why don't you relax and release all your tension from your long trip by listening to some music?"
Before anyone could reject or refuse, he sternly added. "Please sit."
"...." Didn't we get tense because of you? Eugene rolled her eyes in her head, walking with the others to their stoned bench to sit.
Ario moved to the King's side and continued his introduction. "My King, this is Duke Earnest of the Marleigh family, and Duke Amos of the Rodriguez family. They are Xenperia's military general and Xenperia's Great Noble's." He motioned with his hands to Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez as he spoke.
"Welcome, Welcome!" The King spoke with a smile on his face. His previous prey-like behavior, no longer on display.
'Bi-polar?' Eugene blinked at the King's sudden change of character.
"Thank you very much for inviting us. We will be in your majesty's hospitality for the next five days." The quiet Duke of Marleigh spoke, nodding his head to the King.
'The quiet man will take care of all the talks this week?' Eugene looked at Duke Marleigh in surprise. Even Louis, Ron, Aeselak, and Euria looked at Duke Marleigh in shock.
"Hm!" The Emperor hummed, nodding to Duke Marleigh.
Motioning to the children, Ario continued. "These are the 8 Paladin of Xenperia, L-"
"I know who they are." The King cut Ario, raising his hands to stop him from speaking.
'Again?' Eugene glanced at the King and Ario in suspicion. Raising her eyebrows, she thought back to the Chinese drama her former manager forced her to watch.
The King was rude. But his rudeness was the type of rudeness of a typical romance-tragedy tv genre. He was like those overbearing male-lead characters doing the wrong things to get his female-lead.
'Hmm..' Eugene rubbed her chin, turning her detective radar on.
According to her insights, men in these types of shows treat the person they fancy badly because the person they fancy doesn't return their romantic feelings. Seeing as to how the King always stopped Ario from talking, or when he showed the whole world he just bedded four men, this theory was definitely right!
'So when he showed those four men to everyone, it wasn't to us, but Ario huh?' Eugene finally concluded.
'Ario sure is brave to refuse the King's advances.' Eugene glanced at Ario.
Ario was currently smiling gently towards them, as if nothing was wrong, as if he was never interrupted. To this Eugene wanted to laugh!
'Ahh.. this King!' Eugene shook her head in her mind. 'Even though he stands above everyone, is a Supreme leader who commands overall, he still can't get a man he likes!' Eugene gently tapped on the stone-bench she was sitting on in fascination with this situation.
"A pity.." Eugene mumbled to herself, not knowing that the two Dukes heard her.
_
"Do you know how to play instruments, or write poems?" The King spoke to the Dukes, his eyes closed as if he was enjoying the harps playing in the background.
"No, Your Majesty. We are military men, so we are not familiar with these types of arts." Duke Rodriguez replied in honesty. All he knew was military drills. Poems and music was not something he touched.
"Ahh.." The King hummed. "So, you love blood and those explosion weapons?" The King raised his brows in question.
"And the children?" The King continued, being persistent on this subject. Glancing at a grey-like-white hair boy, he pointed. "Sure enough, you know one or the other?" The King smiled. His smile hinted that he had no expectations what-so-ever.
"I only know how to play the key," Louis honestly replied. And sure enough, the King's grin got wider.
"However," Louis looked at the King blankly. "When it comes to poems, my sister seems to be well versed at, Your Majesty."
"....." The King dropped his grin. "Hmm.." Chuckling, he questioned. "Your sister?" He glanced at the two identical girls. One had grey eyes, and the other had blood-colored eyes.
"Hahaha!" The King suddenly laughed! "I shall look forward to your sister's poem then!" The King lazily held his face with his hands as he laughed. Within a second, he ceased all laughter, becoming serious all of a sudden.
"If they don't live up to expectations, you know what that entails… right?" The King raised his brows at Louis, attempting to scare the little boy.
"..." Eugene blinked, blankly staring at Louis and the King. 'By sister… Did Louis mean her and Euria?' Eugene tilted her head to the side. ' So.. Euria is good at poems?' Eugene turned towards Euria who was stuffing her mouth with grapes.
Realisation hit her! 'No.. he meant her!' Eugene sharply turned her head towards Louis!
'Wait. Wait. Wait! Wait, one minute! What do 'you know what that entails' mean??!?!?' Eugene rapidly blinked her eyes.
Even Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez were staring at Louis in shock!
"Yes Your Majesty, I understand." Louis's lips raised.
'What do you mean you understand?! For what reasons am I involved in this situation!? Am I going to be executed if I don't live up to expectations?!?! And most importantly, why are you smiling!??' Eugene's head exploded with questions! She wants Louis killed right this moment!
"Alright then!" The king replied happily, not giving a chance for Eugene to refuse! The King then motioned for the men playing the harp to come over.
On their way, the men grabbed papers and ink before walking to the King. Handing the things to Ario, Ario then handed multiple papers to Louis who then forced it into Eugene's hands.
"....." Eugene who suddenly received the tools glared at Louis before glancing at her opponents sitting across her. They too were staring at her, gently smiling.
"Alright then, shall we begin?" The King excitedly waved his sleeves for everyone to begin.
"Haa…" Eugene sighed, giving in to the current situation. What can a small girl like her do anyway? She picked up her brush and before she could think, the King spoke again.
"Oh, as for the rewards. This King will grant you anything you want." Continuing, he added. "The loser… well… The loser should take a swim around the lake? Hahaha!" The King boldly announced, shocking everyone in the room.
"YOUR MAJESTY!" Ario shouted, jumping up in shock!
Startled, the King furrowed his eyebrows at Ario. "You spooked me. Why are you raising your voice as if it's not a good idea?" The King raised his brows in question.
"....." Ario looked down.
"Reply." The King threatened.
With his head down, Ario softly replied. "It's nothing."
"...." Eugene glanced back and forth between the two. 'Well, swimming in the lake during summer is nothing.' Eugene optimistically thought. 'But then again, why would I lose?'
She glanced at Ario who was shifting around in discomfort and the King smiling, pleased because of Ario's reaction.
Eugene silently shook her head before feeling a nudge on her waist. Turning, she saw Aernest looking at her worriedly.
'Quickly write!' Aernest silently communicated, sending a telepathic message to Eugene.
'I know!' Eugene telepathy back.
Glancing at her blank paper, Eugene sighed again.
She wasn't one who cared much about poems but because of her career, many of her lines had to be poetic. Some roles required her to say elegant and sophisticated sentences. 'Ha...Those days were tiring.' Eugene daydreamed.
'I'm sorry poets! I shall steal your poems!' Eugene made up her mind. In deep thoughts, she twirled around her clean brush. 'Long poems were boring, but short poems wouldn't look good.'
The paper-cloth they gave her was thin and transparent. It was roughly the size of her whole body.
'What poem is appropriate in this setting?' Eugene tapped her brush, hesitating about what poems she should use. She had way too many options! She could use poems from her scripts, or famous poems everyone knows!
"Hmmm.." Eugene heard a hum. Glancing towards the noise, she saw the King smiling towards the poets who were currently acting shy and coy. Their faces were red and looked as if they were deeply in love with the King.
'..... Hello? Why are you flirting mid-competition?' Eugene frowned. 'Were they taking me lightly?' Eugene's mood dropped.
"Ha. Ha," Eugene suddenly laughed, an idea popping into her head. Should she write down poems about H.I.V, and that practicing un-safe xxx would lead to unwanted diseases?!? SHOULD SHE?!?
The loving atmosphere is too cringy! Should she destroy it with this brush and paper!?
"I'm finished." A soft voice suddenly announced.
Glancing up, Eugene stared at the Poet who was also looking in Eugene's direction. The mock in his eyes when he saw that Eugene's paper was pale of any ink. '... That's it, I'm executing you.' Eugene silently thought.
"I'm done too, Your Majesty" The 2nd poet also announced. Unlike the first poet, he never glanced at Eugene but only at Ario's direction.
'The jealous type.' Eugene's detective radar actively picked on.
"Alright then, begin when you are ready." The King smiled, motioning for the first poet to read out his poem.
Before the poet began to read, the Dukes and the Paladins worriedly glanced Eugene's way. They were anxious because she hasn't written anything yet. Even Louis, the culprit behind the scenes, furrowed his eyebrows.
Eugene shook her head to relay that everything was alright. Putting her brush down, she glanced across the room to the Poet who stood up to read.
'Everything is alright.' She didn't need to write to remember her poems. She was, after all, using poems from her former world. Besides, she was going to decide which poems to use after her opponents finished reciting. This way, she will have the advantage to counter their attacks and win!
The 1st poet nodded to the King, indicating that he was ready.
"You may begin." The King replied, crossing his legs and closing his eyes to listen.
"Yes, Your Majesty" The 1st poet with bobbed hair replied.
Shifting his body towards the guests, he began in a sad, sorrowful voice that came up from nowhere.
"Let your children be flowers,
Free from pains and hardships,
Oh, god, overestimations,
Lead to eternal sleep,
Regrets and pains,
Are not worth your greed.
Innocent innocent flowers,
We pray for thoust loss"
The bobbed hair man ended, swiping tears that dripped down from the corner of his eyes.
"....." Everyone stopped breathing.
Eugene felt her face dropping. With a face devoid of any emotions, she glanced at the people sitting beside her.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez's faces were completely black. Even Louis and Aedelak who normally didn't show any emotions looked stiff.
The poem roughly translates to:
"Let your children be flower" - 'Let the children be children.'
"Free from pains and hardships" - 'Free the children from adult's war.'
"Oh, god, overestimations." - 'You're overestimations.'
"Lead to eternal sleep" - 'Will kill your children.'
"Regrets and Pain" - 'You will regret and face the worst agony'
"Are not worth your greeds" - 'Their death isn't worth adult's greed.'
"Innocent innocent flowers" - 'The children are innocent.'
"We pray for thoust loss" - 'We pray for your loss'
The last line of the poem was problematic. They weren't dead yet, yet the poem was praying for their loss. This was something that should never be said to someone who was still alive, as it brings bad luck. Not to mention, the poem was certain that they were going to die.
"Young Miss." Aedelak softly muttered. She broke character and publicly glared at Louis for putting Eugene into this situation!
Clenching his hand for 2 seconds to release his unwanted emotion, Louis glanced at Eugene. To his surprise, Eugene was smiling as if she was holding in her laughter.  Following her gaze, Louis saw that the King too had the same reaction.
Like Eugene, the King of Zene almost burst out laughing. Sending love eyes to the poet, began to clap in acknowledgment.
This action of his made Eugene lean for her STD poems even more!
Eugene looked at Ario who had the same dark expression as Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez. The three stayed silent, looking as if their mouths were stuffed with paper.
"What's wrong? What's happening, sister?" Aernest noticed the dark atmosphere and asked.
"Hmm... They are sick." Eugene replied, loud enough for the people sitting on her side to hear. By sick, Eugene meant mentally ill.
"Sick? What sickness?" Euria furrowed her eyebrows and asked. Her cheeks, now stuffed with watermelon.
"Hmm.." Eugene pondered for a moment before replying in all seriousness. "This sickness is in the head. It's called being mentally dysfunctional or mentally disabled. They only contract this sickness when one feels inferior to you."
Eugene smiled, knowing what poem she was going to use to counter.
"Huh? I don't understand what you are saying, sister." Euria drooped chin, displaying her double chin publicly.
Eugene shook her head, her eyes conveying that Euria was too young to understand.
"Sister, I also do not get it!" Aernest chimed in, seeing that Eugene wasn't going to elaborate further. She was always like this, using difficult words that he couldn't understand when they were around people of older age! She becomes a different person when she meets different people, especially when she encounters people she dislikes!
Eugene softly sighed, before explaining. "They are sad people. Every day, every year, every second, they are sad people. People we should pity!" Eugene explained in simple terms. "Their heads are broken into many pieces."
".....Psh…" Ron Graeme snorted, unable to hold back his laughter.
Duke Marleigh and Duke Rodriguez too had a hard time holding in their laughter. They were worried for Eugene but seeing her saying that the people across from them are basically retards, they felt relief. She was still alright with the competition!
Elbowing Louis, Ron Graeme whispered. "Your sister is amazing. So young yet as sharp as a sword. I really don't want to be the one she talks about! It's too hurtful!"
Louis shook his head. He was worried over nothing. In these types of situations, Eugene was the best person to play. And that was simply because she was young yet sharp.
Because she was young, she could get away with anything and that was why he had Eugene be put in the spotlight instead of him…
Okay, that was a lie. He just wanted to see Eugene give up…

On her last breath, she thought, "it wouldn't matter if I died." But when her eyes opened again, a baby clinged onto her out of nowhere. They said it was her twin sister!?-Cross that- She became a baby? -Cross that- A whole bunch of clingy family members popped out of nowhere! After her brain started functioning as- per-normal she realised….

‘My career is useless in this world.’
‘What nation’s most beloved actress?’

USELESS USELESS USELESSSS!
She’ll be killed if she doesn’t fight!

But as the years went by…

‘CAPTAIN! Your younger sister got caught in a minefield!’
‘WHATTTTTTTT!!!!!!’

‘COLONEL! Your brother’s hair is caught on fire!!’
‘WATER! WATER! GET WATER!’

But why…
Can they not leave her alone!?!
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Disclaimer: This novel starts with the MC as a baby. A fluffy start you may say. Age progresses every book!
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A heart warming yet bloody story about an alexithymia actress (A person incapable of feeling emotions) reincarnating into another world to restart her life all over again. Unbeknownst to her, there was something else seriously wrong with her body plus this world wasn't peaceful like her former world! What can, she, an actress, do but grit her teeth to become stronger! She can't just die again!

Throughout my writing process, the topics of my own emotional anguish and the events that untied the knot of the pain I kept locked up appear repeatedly. I kept this in mind as I continued to write and used my writing as a coping mechanism to help me with my unstable mentality. Each chapter is connected to show events, emotions, and the pain I have experienced over the year so far. Emotions and psychological themes are a huge part of my writing due to my interests in the subjects and due to my troubles related to said themes. With these themes in mind, I used my trauma, sadness over a breakup, and my times of overthinking to write poems and narrations to show how my pain has affected me. I took a personal route in my writing to share a story of struggles as well as a story of strength. I did this both for myself, and so I can share more about myself with my readers and show them that even the simplest events can affect someone. I wanted to teach my readers how certain disorders like Depression and Anxiety work, and I feel that if someone else feels the same way, they won't feel alone when reading my pieces. At the start of writing this book, I felt lost in what I should write about as well as who I am as a writer. Overtime, I started to see how different my writing was from others and felt encouraged when critiques as well as compliments on my writing by my family and friends. Usually these themes are a little too personal or are too much information to some but for me, I feel very comfortable sharing my emotions and my experiences with others. I've noticed that it helps me create a sense of understanding towards myself and it allows others to see the darker parts of life. I usually try to have a cynical theme to my writing as well, by using the tone into the narrator, I feel that the tone goes very well with the subjects of the poems and my non-fiction writings. My narrations and poems are dark but I feel that such themes can suck a person in if used correctly, which I feel I did do. Each chapter is unique and each connects due to specific themes they share and I feel proud of the stories and poems I have put so much time and effort into. I hope this book can help others know that feeling sad, anxious, or other emotions related is okay and that you will get through it with time.

This book is full of poems and writings that are personal to me and show my experiences through battling mental health, my inner demons, and real life events of mine.

I don't see Yara again for 2 more days.
I had figured that she had gotten a schedule change, so imagine my surprise when I go into first period today and see her again in the very last row. I'm early for once, so it's only me and her in the classroom.
And yes, she's still beautiful. Her dark, curly hair is pulled into a rather large ponytail, her AirPods nowhere to be seen, instead replaced by quarter sized silver hoop earrings. She has a little pink spiral notebook on her desk and scribbles in it occasionally after scrolling through her phone.
It's poems. She's gotta be recording or writing poems.
I walk over to the desk on her very left and have a seat. She turns to me and smiles, both of her dimples showing. "Hey Willow Tree. Read any good poems lately?"
"Willow Tree?" I question, smiling. It's not the first time I've heard that, and usually I'd be annoyed but everything sounds better coming from her lips.
I want to say something, anything, but her round hazel eyes have me pinned to the spot. I can't do anything but stare into her eyes.
I expect her to break away, to say something, to do anything, but all she does is stare back, her expression revealing nothing, yet her eyes saying everything.
It takes all my free will to lower my eyes and say, "Actually, yes I have read some good poems." After the day we met, I went home and memorized a poem that I thought was really good. I really want her to like me, and this is the only way I know how to relate to her.
"I doubt you know this one, though."
I clear my throat and say from memory: "'I love you as/ certain dark things/ are to be loved./ in secret—'"
"'Between the shadow/ and the soul,'" We say at the same time. I smile, and she bites her lipgloss covered bottom lip and stares at her fingers, which are now covered in pink nail polish.
"By Neruda," Yara says, still looking down but I can tell she's trying not to smile. "That's a really good one."
I had no idea how to pronounce their name tbh.  I wonder why she's so embarrassed. I say, teasingly, "How do you even knowthat? Like, you weren't even alive when that poem came out!"
She looks up at me, the left corner of her mouth turned up. "Let's just say," she says, reaching down into her backpack and pulling out a rather large gray notebook , "I really really like poems."
More people file into the classroom, but I ignore them and focus my attention on the abnormally large notebook on Yara's desk.
As she puts her tiny pink notebook away I say playfully, "Are you gonna tell me what's in the notebook, or am I supposed to guess?"
She chuckles, and I melt a little. 
"It's my poetry collection," she explains. "I've been collecting these poems since I was 12 years old."
She flips to the first page, which is dated "3-9-16", with handwriting that definitely had to belong to a 12 year old. And the poem that she written down was extremely childish, but you really can't expect more from a twelve year old.
I burst out laughing. "Candy corn," I say, wiping my eyes. Yara grins.
"Well, what's wrong with candy corn?"
"It's absolutely disgusting."
She gasps in fake horror, shaking her head so that loose curls fall in front of her face. "It is not! Candy corn is the absolute one thing I love about autumn."
I giggle a little and say, "I'm not gonna say your opinion is wrong because it's you're opinion but, um, you're opinion is wrong sweetie."
She rolls her eyes. "Whatever Willow."
I roll my eyes back. "Whatever, Yare-Bear."
For once, it's her turn to be confused.
"What did you call me?"
Why did I say that! I barely know this girl!
"Never mind, it was stupid." I adjust a stray strand a hair back into the tight donut bun atop my head and avoid eye contact, although I can feel her eyes searching my face. I wonder what she's thinking.
"Wait a min—" Yara starts to say but is cut off by the teacher's heels clicking into the classroom, the door slamming behind her. Class has officially started.
As she begins her boring lesson, I take out a notebook and pen and attempt to write down her attempts at handwriting. And yet again, I give up and instead settle on just taking a picture of the board at the end of class.
I pull out my phone which, of course, Yara has already done. I guess that's gonna be a trend.
I'm hungry, so pull out my new bag of salt and vinegar lays and open them. Immediately like half the class including the teacher just turns and stares at me like creeps. I don't know what to do so I just stare back. 

"Miss Harris, I don't know where you think you are, but you can't eat in here." She grabs her pointer and points to a sign that says no full allowed. "Put the chips away now."
"But I'm hungry! You can't tell me what to do with my stuff because they're mine!"
"And now you have detention."
Bish what?
Teacher walks to her desk and pulls out a pink slip, scribbles something in it, walks to my desk and hands it to me.
"Get out of my classroom," she says, not even mad or anything.
"Ok class! Back to the comma rules..."
She's acting like she didn't just put me out her class for pulling out Chios and almost eating them.
I'm annoyed, so I grab my book bag and get ready to walk down to the detention room. I'm not even halfway to the door when I hear Yara say, "Well, don't leave me behind."
I turn around, and Yara has her backpack on and her grey notebook in her arm. "I'm coming with you."
"Miss Theron," teacher says, looking really annoyed now. "You haven't earned a detention so you're staying here. Please return to your seat."
She looks at her expectantly.
And I expect her to go back to her seat but, to everyone's surprise, Yara leans on my shoulder and says loud enough for everyone to her hear, "Ms Spandivinski is such a bitch."
The room goes dead silent for a moment. I don't think anyone expected Yara, who comes across as this kind, respectful girl, to ever curse like that, let alone to a teacher.
The entire class, including me, erupts into laughter. The teacher takes a step backwards, her face red, her eyes wide in anger.
"Get out of my classroom!" She yells. "Both of you! Detention everyday until I say you don't have it!"
I know I'm in trouble, but I'm just laughing because I could really care less.
I hold out my hand, and she takes it expectantly. As we walk out the classroom, a chill goes up my arm as I say, "I think you made her kinda mad."
"Yeah," she said, looking me in my eyes, " but it was worth it."

All she ever wanted was Willow, even if it killed her.

My heart is full of sorrow and I had to go back to the airport to go to Canada this is the first Canadian that would hate being in Canada but I've had a rough life. All the way to the Ottawa international Airport I felt like I was being betrayed by my lover.  Find the learning gear hit the ground I knew I would never see him again I didn't know how but I just knew that I wouldn't see him again if you was tired. I was crying when I got off the plane so bad that I had to be in a wheelchair. I refuse to walk I refuse to listen to anyone I was speaking only an hour back and not English and telling people to go fuck off.  When I got the strength to go back to my apartment it was completely different and lonely it wasn't even homely. I was in on how empty it was like my heart. No one would believe it if I said that I made love to the crown prince of Saudi Arabia but I did.  I worked extra shifts to get extra money to go back to Saudi Arabia but it was still not enough or fast enough I am getting more jobs and burning myself out. That's when they started to come in one by one the letters in the poems



My love my love my habibi 
It is against sharia law for me to divorce my wife but I am going to do the trust for you. I want to be with you as much as you want to be with me. I think Allah And fade had brought us together and we have around each other soulmates. Please come back as soon as possible you don't have to be a slave or a worker I will love you as wife always    Signed Faysel.   

I captain cherished everyone of his letters and poems and his book I read every day I'll be with in the Koran. I prayed that I would see him again let me out of the suppressive place where I was at Miss treated as a kid. To me Canada it was full of evil clowns and it was a fun house like Zibo from are you afraid of the dark. Without my lover I was afraid of the dark.  I literally had to sleep with the lights on because I was afraid of seeing Zibo the clown from our you afraid of the dark. This was nothing more than a Funhouse a fucked up place with the fucked up clowns I thought I just wanted to be in the arms of my lover.
At night I dreamt of being with him or being with him that first time he treated me like a queen you wanted me to be his queen. Why else would you give me a ring exactly my finger size. I could literally feel his flesh inside me as I slept and I can feel pressure of his body on top of mine but it was just a dream.  When I woke up and the sensations are gone I realized I was where I didn't want to be and that it was not real so I would go for my koran for Yasir or comfort Arabic. Every time I read every word and he'll drop down on my cheek and roll. I was in so much emotional pain that it was unbelievable. The next paycheque was gonna be the final paycheque and I was going to go back to Saudi Arabia to be with my one true love Fazil.
How I wanted him to tackle me onto that rug and make love to me as if he never made love to a woman that's all I wanted. I never felt such heartbreak in my life yeah we never broke up he just ghosted me and sent me letters and poems that was it enough I want to be in his presence. So the next day it was payday and I took all my money I didn't care about the bills I was going to move in Saudi Arabia to be with him I left the landlord hanging and so with bills and left.  I packed up my few precious belongings and clothing in the book that he gave me a Islamic poetry and I went back.


a female prilgram to mecca falls in love with the princess of Saudi Arabia when on the hajj.   that one night haunts her and she wanted if he feels the same

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