Aku tahu ini mustahil. Mustahil tapi...

--didalam kediaman Rostharia, telah terjadi kasus pembunuhan yang sama sekali belum pernah kubayangkan. Saat aku melihat ini, yang hanya ada dipikiranku hanya satu; "Apakah yang membunuh ini seorang manusia?"

Apapun itu, Siapapun itu, aku akan memecahkannya. Kenapa? Karena aku...

Itu ada.

Enormous excitement surrounds me, there's screaming, chanting and yelling of names. I am being jostled around like a ball in a pinball machine between huge numbers of people, mainly young women between the ages of 10 and 20 years old in varying states of undress, partly due to the hot September sunshine and partly in a vain attempt to catch the eye of one of the group. All holding posters, albums and handmade declarations of love, all hoping to be noticed by their idols. There are boobs and legs on display everywhere, and more false eyelashes and fake tan than in an episode of The only way is Essex!


We are corralled like wild cattle behind a barrier outside a music store in my hometown of London, police officers lining the road for at least 200 yards in each direction, watching the huge crowd of fans for signs of crazy stalker types, of which I am sure there probably are many. Having met some of them myself during after show fan meets I often find myself genuinely terrified for the guys in the group, there are some seriously deluded and scary people in the world who take obsession to a whole other level!


The worldwide phenomenon that is
5EX arrived from their home country of Australia 21 days ago to play 3 shows at Wembley, and 10 further dates at some other large stadiums in the UK. Today is their final day here and they are due to sign autographs and meet fans, promoting their most recent album..... their 4th release in five years, and likely to be their most successful yet. My ears are ringing with all the high pitched squealing sounds they are producing, a number of girls have already fainted and been assisted over barriers and into waiting St Johns ambulances for treatment, almost certain to miss out on meeting their heroes now after rejoining the back of the almost mile long queue that winds its way from the store entrance and around the entire retail park. Shoppers who are totally oblivious to the enormity of the event that has taken over the retail park endure utter chaos..... today is not a good day to shop for home furnishings or sportswear!!


I have enough photos, video clips and interviews with fans to write my latest fan fiction novel, and decide to make my way from the throng of hyper young females to the back of the store. I am hopeful that the rear entrance is free of fans as they are all queuing at the front of the store. I want to speak to some of the store staff to get their perspective of working during a personal appearance by superstars, and if I'm really lucky I may even catch a glimpse of the guys as they arrive, maybe even get a few words from one or two of them. Fingers crossed!!


I'm surprised and pleased to find nobody at the back of the store, but the back door wide open, presumably to allow some air to circulate inside the store before it is full to bursting with hot and heavily perfumed teenage girls!


I step quietly into the back of the store, fully expecting to be turned around by a member of the security staff but to my amazement I am unhindered. I wonder if my completely black, very casual outfit of skinny jeans, sweatshirt and trainers, so at odds with the tiny strips of fabric barely covering the hormone fuelled female fans, is what has allowed me to slip in unnoticed. I place my bag under a table after I retrieve my most useful and prized possession, my phone, and take a seat on some boxes in the far corner of a large storeroom to await the groups arrival. The room is filled with precariously stacked boxes, chairs and backboards covered in posters promoting the guys new album 'SUSTAINED OBLITERATION'.


Obviously my phone is useful for keeping in touch, but it also serves as my tour guide, entertainer, personal assistant, fountain of all knowledge and vault keeper of all my ideas, draft works, interviews, videos and photos! Between Google, YouTube, Waze, Watt pad, Spotify and candy crush I am almost never without it in my hand. I would not survive without it, couldn't write on the go so easily without the notes app, and i love the retouch app for editing my photos. I charge it overnight beside my bed and it acts as my alarm too, not that sleep is something I experience often, and honestly, I frequently feel that I function better when I sleep less. On the very rare occasion I get a  'full nights' sleep, which has in actual fact never exceeded more than 5.5 hours, I usually wake feeling sluggish, grouchy, often nauseous and sad. Contrarily, I can be awake for up to 96 hours without a wink of sleep and I feel alive, invincible, productive and just..... just vital!! Exhilerated!
The 20+ hour crash afterwards can however cause some issues with my ability to keep to a schedule. Thankfully my editor at work is very supportive and, as long as I keep my deadlines, doesn't keep me on a tight rein when it comes to my timekeeping or attendance at the office. That is something I do love about the modern age. Technology makes it possible to connect with anyone almost anywhere worldwide, to send information from one side of the world and receive it on the other in an instant. It has certainly been instrumental in my rise in popularity as a writer, definitely extended my reach by allowing me to be read globally, has absolutely improved the quality of assignments I am given and has lead to some interesting and exciting offers of work. I've also heard some amazing tales during this time. It's actually a shame i don't write the gossip column, I'd never run out of material!


My 'day job' is as Entertainment editor of a UK National news outlet. I love it! I get to flex my skills as a writer, my number one passion. I write what I want to about one of my other passions, entertainment!
I love TV shows and films but my main passion after writing is music, which is what has brought me here today, although not only in an official capacity. Today's work assignment will pay my bills and give me material for my side project, my hobby if you will. I write fan fiction in my free time. It helps me hone my skills, allows me to be creative, and frankly fills a void in my otherwise empty life.
Television and film, when done well are fantastic ways for the lonely armchair explorer to feel like part of life, to begin to appreciate and understand life as it is for others.....other races, religions, cultures, even species! Wildlife documentaries amaze and depress me in equal measure. I am awed by the sheer beauty of every plant, tree and creature, fascinated by the laws of the wild, terrified by the power of nature.
Seeing what humans have done to the Earth upsets me greatly. I was, in the past, always a person that took the view 'what difference can I alone really make to Orangutans in Borneo by not using palm oil'?
I reconsidered my perspective after a particularly exhilarating and informative conversation with a huge Hollywood name during dinner at an otherwise hugely dull awards ceremony. He works closely with many charities to sustain rainforests, retraining and educating locals, providing alternative employment for men who would otherwise be razing acres of rainforest to the ground everyday to allow farm animals to graze, or to plant palms to farm oil. I never appreciated that palm oil actually comes from trees that are not native to South East Asia, but rather to West and central Africa. No wonder the Orangs are critically endangered! I learned that from the National Geographic channel during one especially dull and lonely night home alone.


I am ashamed to be human most days, our great and insatiable 'need' for unnecessary trinkets, status symbol pets, and the mining of materials for our relentless technological March into the future is causing the destruction of everything... of life, habitats.....of the universe!
Humans are in the main a plague. I suspect the only species that is not required by the Earth to keep the delicate ecological balance of life steady, although I have been unable to verify that suspicion yet. Every other plant, shrub, tree, bug and animal on the land and in the sea enhances and adds to the fragile eco system, each having a beneficial role to fulfil. Humans just take. We will in not too much longer expunge all life, including our own if we do not make huge changes to how we live. We were given a phenomenal gift and currently we are showing our gratitude for that gift by flipping off Mother Nature with a giant LD3!!


Wow, I do get caught up in my thoughts a lot, my mind wandering off more and more frequently lately as I ponder my place in life, my ambitions for the future..... what I hope to achieve in my lifetime. Of course I want to leave a mark on the world, but I want mine to be a positive mark rather than a stain, unlike all the murderers I learn about watching true crime documentaries! I read quite recently about a rather intriguing unsolved London murder, well, death thought to be a murder, in our own paper.
I open up Google and begin to type in the name of the dead man to re-read the story when a large box falls directly to my right, skimming my arm. The shock is enough to make me rapidly jump up from my perch, my strong legs, honed by years of regular running and a 10 year career as a child gymnast propelling me forward at pace, right into the solid wall of a human chest!! I am winded and begin falling backwards towards the ground, my eyes squeezed shut, as if somehow I will be uninjured if I don't witness my descent to the concrete. A shrill and brief scream escapes my lips and I reach out aimlessly in the hope of catching hold of something to save me from at best, a very sore and bruised coccyx!
I grab out blindly and to my utter astonishment and relief find what feel like some very muscular arms. Thank God! I am pulled swiftly upward and again feel myself crushed against that chest, the strong arms encircling my torso a little too tightly. We fall together and stop with a jolt, me landing on the rest of the body that belongs to the arms I am restrained by. I hear the air knocked from my rescuers lungs, a powerful 'Ooof' sound leaving their mouth. I open my eyes and find myself looking into the perfect face of Jimmie, one of the five members of 5EX!

SECRETS. LIES. LOVE. MURDER. 

Yanni, Jimmie, Teddi, Parker and Noah, the members of Australian supergroup 5EX are collectively the most famous five men in the world right now.
Riding high at the peak of their fame and feeling untouchable, their huge fame brings out in some an obsessive and sometimes fatal desire to know them. 
They are surrounded by secrets, some they are keeping from others, some being kept from them!

ALL COULD BE DANGEROUS. 

Sydney Benfield is about to live the dream of millions around the globe. A talented writer, she will be offered a choice......... it will change her life forever.

A hero's unfortunate death. The birth of a villain who shall take the whole world by surprise. Will he fulfil his father's dream or give it one hell of a nightmare.

If u are looking for the story skip this. The next chapter is where it starts. 

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So I decided to write a reylo fan fiction novel as I'm stuck at home and have nothing to do. I got inspired to do this recently ad I have read many reylo novels but I have never done my own. 

And I would like to say thank u for anyone that reads this as u never thought I am that good at writing. i am slo from the UK so bare with any words that are different in ur country. 

If I make any spelling mistakes let me know in the comments as I am bad at typing. 
The first few chapters are basically me just experimenting with my writing and different techniques. I'm my opinion, they are not as good as the ones after chapter 11. But I refuse to rewrite them. 

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Love u guys! And thank u reading! 😘 -Rosesarethebeauty

" I could barely stand as the pain was too much. But that didn't matter now, Rey needed me. I lift up her corpse, her lifeless body in my arms. I let another tear roll down my cheek in sorrow. My heart breaking at the sight. "

Ickapoo is an Alien. His memory is of his dead alien family. But what if his memories are implants? What if he has forgotten who he really is, who his true friends, family are? We are slaves by choice, forgetting the truth to conform by the lies we are fed. To truly discover our identities we have to forget, shrug off our mortal coil, deprogram our false memories, and search for Ultimate Reality which is concealed by the Programmers, coders, architects of the Beast system to remember true identities in the Eternal, rather than Temporal scheme of history, the Divine Comedy which will profit the true lambs, doves and meek rather than the Egotistical, Swaggering, vain Narcissists who enthrone themselves not knowing they are fools and dust who will return to the ultimate abyss for their vanity.
Total Recall is an intense tale of on man's quest to uncover the truth of his identity and past. In a vastly overcrowded, class segregated future, everyman Douglas Quaid is haunted by dreams of being a secret agent on the run. Convinced that these are repressed fantasies brought on by his monotonous life assembling security automatons (which are like Cyber Stormtroopers) Quaid visits this place called "Rekall"; Rekall claims to implant fake but realistic fantasies into one's mind. So he gets a fantasy of being a double agent implanted. Suddenly, it is discovered that he already has memories of being an agent: meaning he actually is an agent with his memory erased. A swat team busts in for some reason and he dispatches them to some beautiful camera camera pans.  Quaid's wife turning out to be a psychopathic killer, his past a complete sham and his grip on that fine line between reality and fantasy slowly slipping. In the background lies a dastardly plot by a rich chancellor involving the poor dissidents of the overcrowded Colony and the leader of an underground resistance.
Both this film, and the 1990 original are based on a classic 1966 short story "We Can Remember it for You Wholesale" by science fiction legend Philip K. Dick, whose work also inspired Blade Runner. The movie takes place at the other end of this century when the air has become so polluted that most of the earth is uninhabitable. Only two areas of the earth are able to sustain human life, one is Western Europe, now called The United Federation of Britain. The other is the former Australia, now simply called The Colony. People get from one area to the other via a vertical subway train that moves through the earth. 

A soulless government runs the UFB, which has packed so many people into Western Europe that it has become dangerously overdeveloped and overpopulated. There is no longer a sense of architecture, only buildings that seem to be built without a plan. Located within The Colony is a resistance movement bent on overthrowing the oppressive government. The leader of the UFB, a bull-head politician named Cohaagan (Bryan Cranston), is developing a plan to squash the resistance with his robotic invasion force. We see this conflict mostly in brief glimpses on television screens. We hear about it, but never get involved in it.

Within the forbidding landscape of the UFB is Douglas Quaid (Colin Ferrell), a genial good-egg who is married to a beautiful wife (Kate Beckinsale) and works as a construction worker, building Cohaagan's security droids. He is plagued by the fact that his life seems to have no meaning, no purpose, no excitement. That's why an advertisement for a place called Rekall peaks his interest.

Rekall allows its clients the experience of having memories implanted in their brains that will make their wildest fantasies come true. Against the advice of his best buddy Harry (Bokeem Woodbine), Doug goes to Rekall. Strapped to a chair and about to be put under, it is suddenly revealed that he isn't who he thinks he is. His memory has been replaced by another. His whole life as he knows it is a lie, even his seven year marriage. 
Instead of going to Mars, where a stranglehold on a precious mined mineral makes Cohaagen  create a tyrannical rule over the inhabitants of that planet by rationing air, the deal here never leaves Earth.We are supposed to believe that some chemical war wiped out pretty much every country on the planet except for Britain and the continent of Australia are The Cohaagen in this movie (played by Bryan Cranston) wants to take over what's left of the livable space by doing some major housecleaning of the existing population of "the colony" (Australia) because things have gotten packed pretty tight in Britain. There's a whole lot of gunfire throughout this flick and things getting blown to hell and those bits seem to serve the purpose of covering up the severe lack of interesting plot.

At the end of a 21st century a global war devastates the earth, leaving much of it uninhabitable.  But, not to worry, for some strange reason both the UK and Australia are unaffected.
Most of the jobs and economic wealth are in the UK or "The United Federation of Britain - UFB). This means those poor people from The Colony - must travel to the UK each day to mindless and dangerous jobs working in factories making robot policemen that the UK then uses to suppress Australians further. 

One of those working stiffs is Douglas Quaid (Colin Farrell). He has to travel from Australia to the UK every day on a device known as the the Fall", a "gravity elevator", which travels through the Earth's core between Australia and the UK - very quickly. Sadly, "The Fall" (not to be confused with a rather interesting British indie band) seems to have little purpose but to set things up for a rather standard action sequence in the third act. Handy that.

Not surprisingly, Quaid is rather bored of this commutator run everyday, his equally boring job and one assumes his economic suppression by those evil Brits (who oddly are all American and speak with American accents - as do all of the Australians). So he visits an outfit called Rekall, a company that implants artificial memories. Its owner tells him that he can implant any memory he wants and whatever memory is implanted Quaid will believe he has had and experienced. Now he will have some happy memories while taking that commutator ride every day and screwing robots together that are at the same time part of the cause of his economic repression. 

Quaid wants to remember being a spy. Not any old spy mind, but a double agent super spy - as you do. Easy, says Rekall and they make it so - or do they? As he is being injected for his memory implants he discovers he is a super-spy, his memories having been erased, that his wife Lori (Kate Beckinsale) is also a spy but an evil one set to keep an eye on him by UFB Chancellor Vilos Cohaagen . And so, as they no doubt say in the publicity material somewhere, a journey for one man to discover the truth and fight for justice begins. Total Recall is thus about how your memory constitutes your identity and reversing memories can in turn change who you are and your purpose and mission in life. As Nathaniel Rich  puts it,the answer is ambiguous. To forget everything is to lose your identity; to remember everything is to lose the ability to forgive. Memories are valuable. They are what contributes to our identity. Our perception of our experiences in  the past contributes to who we are today.To lose your memory is to  lose your identity, and Total Recall shows changing a person’s memory can change a person’s identity. Quaid emerges from a soulless factory worker to a fighter for the right of the oppressed colony workers’ rights as a double agent.

It was the year 2046. In the distant and faraway planet or Yr lived a lonely alien named Ickapoo. It had no friends as all its species had been vanquished from a meteor storm. In its solitude and misery it pined for a companion.
Yr was a bare and inhospitable planet. With winds blowing at 150 km an hour, it was virtually impossible to see past the blizzard and storm. Ickapoo yearned for friends and company. Many a time he fiddled with his transistor radio, sending out messages and hoping for a response. He sent fire launchers and rockets into space, hoping that some space traveler would find out about his existence. Ickapoo was an alienated alien. In the same way humans wondered whether we were the only species to inhabit the universe, Ickapoo felt estranged and isolated from the rest of the cosmos.  Join Ickapoo on his escapades across galaxies and worlds in search of company.
Ickapoo the lonely Alien, 2046 is created by Chung Chin-Yi , an eGlobal Creative Publishing Signed Author

The author had an idea when he ate delicious Italian pasta. But the pasta came from Arabistan? Although others say that the Arabs borrowed the idea from China along the Silk Road. One way or another, it would be great if Dara could use pasta as a subject for trade! But in the modern world, hundreds of pasta variants of different shapes, contents, taste and color have already been created and are known. Few can surprise them ?!

But if ... if ..yu Daru move to another place and time?

Place for example, parallel fun! After all, astronomers say that there are 22,000 worlds in the world! But it sounds too fantastic, the genre is a fiction of history ... and not science fiction. Although consciousness could temporarily go to Nirvana ... or begin to travel through the universes ... but this is already from Chinese philosophy and Integral Yoga ... Little scientific. In addition, Dara is not fond of science fiction.

Therefore, as one of our design engineers says, it's better to bomb (that is, work) on your subject. So there must be a story ?! So this world, place Earth, but what time to choose? Paleolithic? This is 48,000 years ago. Then, for sure, there was no wheat ... and probably rice ... Then maybe in the Bronze Age? 3000 years ago? The era of the Late Holocene ... it's cold, the glacier has not yet been ravaged ... Although, wait a minute, the very last glaciation of the Earth itself was the Würezke, and this is 35,000 years ago ?! Or maybe Dara would end up in Sogd or Bactria. The language is more or less like Farsi ?! And it looks like the language of Small-An, Esperanto of the Silk Road, a mixture of Arabic, Monogol, Persian, Chinese, Turkic ...

For example, in the 6-7th century? Or immediately during the battle of the Arabs and the Chinese, who had the main Korean commander? The famous Talas battle ?!

It seems best to send Dara, in the era of antiquity, the first settlement of a modern, straight-walking person, that is, the time began to develop mountain valleys, floodplains, terraces, and foothill valleys. Sowing them with walnut trees and bushes. The beginning of a grandiose project on irrigation of the steppe ... the creation of irrigation canals. Visit of the Chinese monks ... the first century AD and as 5 centuries of the functioning of the Silk Road ...

But here I, as an author, already understand that there are so many different versions of such events - rebirth, getting into another world, a parallel world, into the past or the future ... that is, it turns out, again the plot can become a cliché or cliché. That is not original. On the other hand, in the 21st century it is naive to think that after the masters of the genre of writing short stories, geniuses and just masters who have gotten their hands on the writing of works of art, a new genre can be created.

One way or another, I will not endow the main character with super powers, only those that were in the novel "Magic Coin Jiang." It can be with a part of truncated functions.

Or maybe he'll send Dar to the 7th century ... a couple of years before Li-Ban's trip or while sending Li-Ban to the desert ... but then, it will be difficult for the Chinese, who know a lot about cooking noodles, to surprise them and make your business successful.

Therefore, it may be worth sending Dar nevertheless to the "Light" mountains. To not be too fantastic, his knowledge of a foreign language for him. And where will Dara find the money for her business? In those places that the Historian told him about? Will he be able to make a metal detector himself? Or, nevertheless, let the plot be borrowed from Japanese authors with their purchase of equipment on the Internet site or just a selection of goods in a shopping center? Or is it easier to equip Dar with the ability of his eyes and glasses to temporarily work in the ground scanning mode to detect gold coins and silver, copper, bronze, and precious stones. Like a superhero, Maytimaus?

I should think. In total, I plan to write 5 or 10 chapters on this volume. How Dara applies her knowledge from the modern world to become a merchant, open her own trading business, open her own farm store or become a speculator - a reseller. There are many options.

Tomorrow I will write the first chapter.

And along the way, you will have to work on the remaining chapters, Gifts, somewhat abandoned due to the arch with treasure hunters, but I will return to it later. Since there is still new information on this topic.

Thank you, my laconic readers, thank you for reading, this gives an incentive to write further! With respect and appreciation.

COMPLETED

The Silk Road ... it is inevitable the emergence of wells, caravanserais, guard fortresses, postal stations, local bazaars, regional bazaars, the emergence of new jobs:
- robbers (there were whole settlements)
- caravan guards
- changed
- merchants

Just about them and will be discussed.


About their life, tricks.

Alas, English is still the same ... there are mistakes, I am sure of it.

I hope over time I will be able to fix them.

I just wanted to share information about such an interesting topic as the history of the development of the Silk Road.

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And also a series of stories about treasures, treasure hunters.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

Anne Savey Open-air Restaurant, Stratford, UK!

Milan: This is the first Sunday of the year, But it is not, Every Sunday, I will invite you to eat in this restaurant. You know, this restaurant is very famous here, so I can't invite my good friends to eat here often, because it will make me poor. In fact, I am really poor now. You know, as a writer, life is always hard before I become famous.

Meida: So I know, If you want to invite me to dinner here, I must come, because such an opportunity is very rare, it is precisely because you have not yet become a famous writer, so every meal you invite me to eat is very precious, so I must cherish it, because when you invite me to eat, every sum of money we spend will be remembered by you.

Milan: Aren't you afraid to eat with me? You know, I will firmly remember that even when I was not so rich, I invited you to eat a lot of big meals.

Meida: Because I trust my friends, He will certainly become a famous writer. Because I have seen your efforts, you have written many fairy tale science fiction novels. Although no publishing house has come to you and no animation film company wants to buy the film and television copyright of these fairy tale science fiction novels, I like your fairy tale science fiction novels very much, that's enough!

Milan: Thank you for encouraging me!

Meida: But I don't like people who encourage others very much. I'm just a person who likes to tell the truth!

Milan: You make me happy!

Meida: As for the fairy tale science fiction books you wrote, I have read them all. Now, do you have any new plans?

Milan picked up a small piece of steak on his plate with a fork and handed it to Meida's mouth. Meida did not hesitate to bite the small piece of steak.

Milan: I had a strange dream, And I decided to write the story I dreamed of into a novel. In the dream, I dreamed of a man named Arthur. Yes, he was King Arthur. Of course, in the story I dreamed of, besides him, there were many people, such as a girl named Judy. The story took place in the Middle Ages, which was an era of constant war and bad.

Milan: All you have to do now is eat and listen to me quietly!

Milan: If I write the story I dreamed of, So although this story is still a fairy tale, it cannot be called fairy tale science fiction. I once felt that I should concentrate on writing fairy tale science fiction. However, this dream impressed me deeply, so I decided to break the rule I had set for myself, that is, to try to write this story.

Milan: Although this story took place in the chaotic era of the Middle Ages, it is still a fairy tale. The reason why I call this story a fairy tale is that in this story, some beautiful things happened to the heroine Judy and the hero Arthur, and their ending was perfect.

Milan: Now that you have read all the fairy tales I have written, I have decided to tell this fairy tale that has not yet been written to you alone.

Milan: That's right! Right now!

Milan: So now you just need to concentrate on eating and listening to my story!

Milan: I believe you will have the patience to listen to me finish this story! Because you are my best friend, since childhood, you have always been.

Milan began to tell this story to her best friend Meida:

Middle Ages, Britain Island, Stratford!

Arthur: I have been here many times, but every time I come here, I can see you. Surprisingly, even though we have met each other and each other many times, you have never taken the initiative to greet me. As a knight, I regard my sword as important as my dignity! Therefore, it is best to be careful for me. After seeing me later, you should remember to say hello. This is called courtesy, understand? Ms. Judy.

Judy: I'm not surprised, You will call out my name, because you and my father are old acquaintances, and every time you come here, you will chat with him, and you will drink in the process of chatting. My father is a sword maker and doesn't have so many hearts, so after he gets drunk, he will tell the truth about what you ask him.

Arthur: He must also tell the truth, because he is talking to a knight. If someone lies to the knight, then the knight will raise his sword in response to him! Therefore, I hope you can tell me honestly what you do and who you work for. A woman is doing things like a sword maker and even doing things that the traditional sword maker does not do, so you have to arouse suspicion!

Judy: I just think, If a knight's sword in his hand is tougher than that of his enemy, then when the knight fights with his enemy, the chances of winning will be greatly increased. Although I am a woman, I agree with my status as a sword maker. I just want to build a sword that is sharper and tougher.

Arthur: A woman, who can't even lift a sledgehammer, wants to build a sword that is better than all other sword makers. Should I say you are wishful thinking? To laugh at you without scruple, or should I say that you have commendable courage and great dreams, and then say a series of encouraging words to you.

Judy: If you are willing to encourage me, I don't mind!

Arthur: Indeed, if you can be encouraged by a knight, then you will be greatly encouraged.

Judy: Your sword was made by my father, so for me, what inspires me is that there is a knight who is willing to believe that I am fighting with the sword I have made.

At this moment, Judy took two long swords to the front of Knight Arthur. One of the two long swords was forged by Judy's father and the other was forged by Judy. The purpose of Knight Arthur's visit was to take the sword!

Arthur: What qualifications do you have for me to use your sword? You are just an unknown sword maker. If I use your sword and win the battle, and the news is known by other knights, there will be many knights coming. Then, can you continue to concentrate on realizing your great dream?

Judy: Can I make a sword that is sharper and tougher? This is my business, Therefore, what you are really worried about is whether the brave Arthur Knight will be laughed at by other knights if he wears a sword made by a female sword maker. I can assure you that I will not reveal to anyone that I made the sword worn by the brave Arthur Knight, even my father, I will not tell him!

World War II, and Japan's defeat, deeply influenced Japanese literature. Many authors wrote stories of disaffection, loss of purpose, and the coping with defeat. Haruo Umezaki's short story Sakurajima shows a disillusioned and skeptical Navy officer stationed in a base located on the Sakurajima volcanic island, close to Kagoshima, on the southern tip of the Kyushu island. Osamu Dazai's novel The Setting Suntells of a soldier returning from Manchukuo. Shōhei Ōoka won the Yomiuri Prize for his novel Fires on the Plain about a Japanese deserter going mad in the Philippine jungle. Yukio Mishima, well known for both his nihilistic writing and his controversial suicide by seppuku, began writing in the post-war period. Nobuo Kojima's short story "The American School" portrays a group of Japanese teachers of English who, in the immediate aftermath of the war, deal with the American occupation in varying ways.

Prominent writers of the 1970s and 1980s were identified with intellectual and moral issues in their attempts to raise social and political consciousness. One of them, Kenzaburō Ōe published his best-known work, A Personal Matterin 1964 and became Japan's second winner of the Nobel Prize for Literature.

Mitsuharu Inoue (ja) had long been concerned with the atomic bomb and continued in the 1980s to write on problems of the nuclear age, while Shusaku Endo depicted the religious dilemma of the Kakure Kirishitan, Roman Catholics in feudal Japan, as a springboard to address spiritual problems. Yasushi Inoue also turned to the past in masterful historical novels of Inner Asia and ancient Japan, in order to portray present human fate.

Avant-garde writers, such as Kōbō Abe, who wrote fantastic novels such as The Woman in the Dunes (1960), wanted to express the Japanese experience in modern terms without using either international styles or traditional conventions, developed new inner visions. Yoshikichi Furui tellingly related the lives of alienated urban dwellers coping with the minutiae of daily life, while the psychodramas within such daily life crises have been explored by a rising number of important women novelists. The 1988 Naoki Prize went to Shizuko Todo (ja) for Ripening Summer, a story capturing the complex psychology of modern women. Other award-winning stories at the end of the decade dealt with current issues of the elderly in hospitals, the recent past (Pure- Hearted Shopping District in Kōenji, Tokyo), and the life of a Meiji period ukiyo-e artist.

Haruki Murakami is one of the most popular and controversial of today's Japanese authors. His genre-defying, humorous and surreal works have sparked fierce debates in Japan over whether they are true "literature" or simple pop-fiction: Kenzaburō Ōe has been one of his harshest critics. Some of Murakami's best-known works include Norwegian Wood (1987) and The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle (1994–1995).

Banana Yoshimoto, a best-selling contemporary author whose "manga-esque" style of writing sparked much controversy when she debuted in the late 1980s, has come to be recognized as a unique and talented author over the intervening years. Her writing style stresses dialogue over description, resembling the script of a manga, and her works focus on love, friendship and loss. Her breakout work was 1988's Kitchen.

Although modern Japanese writers covered a wide variety of subjects, one particularly Japanese approach stressed their subjects' inner lives, widening the earlier novel's preoccupation with the narrator's consciousness. In Japanese fiction, plot development and action have often been of secondary interest to emotional issues. In keeping with the general trend toward reaffirming national characteristics, many old themes re-emerged, and some authors turned consciously to the past. Strikingly, Buddhist attitudes about the importance of knowing oneself and the poignant impermanence of things formed an undercurrent to sharp social criticism of this material age. There was a growing emphasis on women's roles, the Japanese persona in the modern world, and the malaise of common people lost in the complexities of urban culture.

Popular fiction, non-fiction, and children's literature all flourished in urban Japan in the 1980s. Many popular works fell between "pure literature" and pulp novels, including all sorts of historical serials, information-packed docudramas, science fiction, mysteries, detective fiction, business stories, war journals, and animal stories. Non-fiction covered everything from crime to politics. Although factual journalism predominated, many of these works were interpretive, reflecting a high degree of individualism. Children's works re-emerged in the 1950s, and the newer entrants into this field, many of them younger women, brought new vitality to it in the 1980s.

Manga (comics) has penetrated almost every sector of the popular market. It includes virtually every field of human interest, such as multivolume high-school histories of Japan and, for the adult market, a manga introduction to economics, and pornography. Manga represented between 20 and 30 percent of annual publications at the end of the 1980s, in sales of some ¥400 billion per year.

Cell phone novels appeared in the early 21st century. Written by and for cell phone users, the novels—typically romances read by young women—have become very popular both online and in print. Some, such as Love Sky, have sold millions of print copies, and at the end of 2007 cell phone novels comprised four of the top five fiction best sellers.

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So, on the second day, the teachers taught us how to hack codes. Codes like ROI1029JF could be hacked into Roy is in M section of the Junior Fiction library. But the teacher who taught us wasn't so kind. He was the head of the Turing 2 house, so he kept giving Turing 2 points they didn't deserve. So, we kept trying to answer questions correctly but sometimes we got them wrong. It's not like we're the most fantastic and bright student ever in the School!

Anisa Open-air restaurant, Stratford, UK! Milan: This is the first Sunday of the year, but not every Sunday, I invite you to this restaurant to eat, you know, this restaurant is very famous here, so I can't often invite my good friends here to eat, because it will make me a pinch, in fact, I am really in a pinch now, you know

, and as a writer, the days were never good before they became famous. Meida: So I know that if you want to invite me here for dinner, I must come, because such an opportunity is rare, precisely because now you have not become a famous writer, so, you invited me to eat every meal, are very precious, so I must cherish, because when you invite me to dinner,

Every single sum of the money we spend will keep you in mind. Milan: Aren't you afraid to eat with me?

You know, I will remember, even when I am not so rich, I also invited you to eat a lot of big meals. Meida: Because I believe that my friend, must be able to become a famous writer, because I saw your efforts, you have written a lot of this fairy tale science fiction, although there is no publishing house to find you, and no animation film company wants to buy these fairy tales of the film and television copyright, but,

I like your fairytale science fiction very much, that's enough!

Milan: Thank you for encouraging me!

Meida: But I don't really like people who encourage others, I'm just a person who loves to tell the truth!

Milan: You have made me happy!

Meida: As for the few fairy tales you've written, I've read them all, and now, do you have a new plan?

Milan at this time will be a small piece of steak inside their plate, picked up with a fork, handed to Meida mouth, Meida is not hesitate to open the mouth to bite this small piece of steak. Milan: I had a strange dream, and I decided to write the story I dreamed of as a novel, in which I dreamt of a man named Arthur, yes, he was King Arthur, and of course, in the story I dreamed of, there were many people besides him, such as a girl named Judy,

The story is happening in the Middle Ages, a time of constant war, bad times.

Milan: All you have to do now is eat and listen to me quietly! Milan: If I write the story I dreamed of, then this story is still a fairy tale, but it can not be called fairytale science fiction, I once felt that I should focus on writing fairy tale science fiction, but, this dream gave me a deep impression, so I decided to break the rules that have been set for myself,

It's about trying to write this story down.

Milan: Although this story took place in the chaotic era of the Middle Ages, it is still a fairy tale, and the reason why I would call this story a fairy tale is because in this story, the heroine Judy and the actor Arthur, something wonderful happened, and the two of them are perfect.

Milan: Since you have finished reading all the fairy tales I have written, I now decide to tell you this fairy tale, which has not yet been written, for you alone. Milan: That's right!

It's right now!

Milan: So now you just have to concentrate on eating things and listen to me tell stories! Milan: I'm sure you'll be patient and listen to me finish this story!

Because you are my best friend, from childhood to the present, has been.

Milan began to tell the story to their best friend Meida: Medieval, British island, Stratford! Arthur: I've been here many times, but when I get here every time, I can see you, and surprisingly, even if we've seen each other, many times, but you've never offered to say hello to me, and as a knight, I see my sword as equally important as my dignity! So it's best to be careful, after seeing me later, remember to say hello, it's called politeness, you know?

Ms. Judy. Judy: I'm not surprised you called my name because you and my father are old acquaintances, and every time you come here you talk to him, and you drink in the course of chatting, my father is a swordsmith, not so many he has, so after he gets drunk, what do you ask him about,

He's going to tell the truth. Arthur: He must also be honest, for he is talking to a knight, and if someone lies to the knight, then the knight will raise the sword in his hand to respond to him!

So, I hope you are honest, what exactly you do, for whom, a woman, but do the things of the swordsmith, and even do the traditional swordsmith do not do things, so you have to make people arouse suspicion! Judy: I just think that if a knight, with a sword in his hand, is tougher than his enemies and his sword, then when the knight fights his enemies, the odds of winning are greatly increased, and although I am a woman, I agree that I am the identity of a swordsmith,

I'm just trying to create a more cutting-edge, tougher sword. Arthur: A woman, a woman who can't even lift a sledgehammer, wants to create a sword that is better than all the other swordsmith, and I should say you're wishful thinking?

To laugh at you recklessly, or should I say that you are brave, have big dreams, and then say a series of words of encouragement to you.

Judy: I don't mind if you're willing to encourage me!

Arthur: Indeed, if you can be encouraged by a knight, you will be greatly encouraged.

Judy: Your sword was built by my father, so for me, what inspires me is that there is a knight who wants to believe that I am fighting with the sword I have coined.

Just then Judy took the two swords to Knight Arthur's, and the two swords, which had been coined by Judy's father, and a long sword, which Judy had coined, and the purpose of Knight Arthur's trip, was to fetch the sword! Arthur: What qualifications do you have for me to use your sword?

You are just an unnamed swordsmith, if I use your sword, and then win the battle, and the news by other knights know, there will be a lot of knights to come, then, you can continue to devote yourself to the realization of your big dream? Judy: It's my business that I can't create a more cutting-edge and tough sword, so what you're really worried about is whether the brave Arthur Knight wears a long sword created by a female swordsmith and will be laughed at by other knights, and I can assure you that I won't reveal it to anyone, The sword worn by the Brave Knight of Arthur was built by me, and even my father, I would not have told him!

Milan is a fairytale science fiction writer, but now she has decided to write a story she dreamed of, a story that took place in the Middle Ages, about King Arthur and the female swordsmith Judy, and she decided to tell the story to her best friend Meida first, because Meida likes to read the novel she wrote, and she also believes that Even if the story is not short, meida will be very patient to hear it.

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