I wish for something different. Syllables, words that don't fit into line. To portray you, what I need is unheard of. I want a synonym for every word that rhymes perfectly. To every rhyme I will use to describe your perfection. I will use, I will invent. Something different this time, remains to be seen?

I wish for something different. 
Syllables, words that don't fit right in. 
To portray us, what I need is unheard of. 
I want a synonym for every word that rhymes perfectly. 
To every rhyme I would use to describe your perfection. 
I would use, I would invent. 
Something different this time, what remains to be seen?

"Curiosity killed the cat" but because no one cared for it. Curiosity was not arrested for animal cruelty.

synopsis: A man was hit by a truck and found himself in London where he would later go to school whose name synonym to a pig's tumor.

I made this to use my time on something productive? (not sure) Since I just use it to level up my skills on "Procrastination".

Newbie writer, 'English skill": Low so if you read this you know that the grammar will be average, mediocre or worst made by kid.

Twinkling eyes and rosy cheeks,
Her innocent smile brightens up his weeks.
A caring daughter and a great friend,
Her wedding he had to attend.
Arranged to become someone else's wife,
She ended up being bound to him for eternal life.
He thought her to be a lamb in distress,
Instead she turned out to be a fiery lioness.
For him, she was the synonym of love
But all she was a mourning dove.
All she wanted was to settle the score,
But his love for her was what she couldn't ignore.
All of it happened under our noses,
For it was the saga of Flames and Roses!

Does not exist anymore. please remove from your libraries

SHORT HISTORY


"Humanity" what a familiar term.


Throughout countless millenniums The name has now become a synonym of 'Power'.



They first appear on the blue planet of Earth, evolving from common primates.


They develop language, and slowly built their civilization.


They grow slowly from developing tools to building villages.


Villages to kingdoms and kingdoms to empires.


They went from the bronze age to the iron age.


The industrial age to the machine age.


The atomic age to space age to the information age.


Finally from the information age to the Space exploration age.


They slowly climb up the ladder of civilization, overcome countless hardships and suffer countless Tragedies from their own ignorance and greed....  but throughout all these problems they finally reached a complete type 1 civilization a few hundred years after the space exploration age.


(NOTE: Type 1 civilization of Kardashev scale, just google it by yourself)


But this was not the end, after all The universe was vast and there are a countless chance for intelligent life to develop


Here humanity learns that they are truly only just Frogs on the bottom of the well.


They learn that in the intragalactic community type 1 civilization like them are countless, there were even many type 2 and even type 3 civilizations.


Throughout its long journey from the start of civilization, these times were the hardest times for humanity.


Because these times were also the era of war for survival.


Although the optimistic hope humanity had for trading goods and technologies with countless other civilizations, who would want to trade technologies with a mere newborn type 1 civilization?


After all, all who those who had enter the intergalactic community had far more advance technologies than human could ever imagine, Everything humanity had discovered,  they had already discovered them, every knowledge humanity was proud off were reduce to mere scribbles of a kid.


As far as goods and resources go, there were infinite in the universe for anyone who was willing to get them by themself.


The value of gold and diamonds drop till they were even priced lower than a small battery, the value of drinkable water reaches sky-high price.


These were truly tough times for humanity and these were only minor problems.


The era of war for the survival of the human race started- after all, not all races were benevolent, and seeing that humanity was such a destructive and greedy race they had a good enough excuse to wipe them out.


Destruction came in the form of death from outer space, humanity almost became extinct countless times through this era, nations were destroyed and borders were removed, it was also in these times that humanity finally became one.


But even if ants came together, they were still ants and could still not topple the giants who were larger and were even more numerous than them


However, when all hope was said to be lost and 96% of humanity was wiped out, a single person steps out from among them.


This person today came to be known as - The origin Esper.


A person who controls natural phenomenons-This concept that had only appear in fiction appear that day.


At first, the intergalactic community took no heed to it,  after all there many strange and unexplainable things in the vast universe, they convinced themselves that this was nothing out of the ordinary, This was a decision they will deeply regret in the few years that followed.


A single human, just a single human took on an entire civilization, He collided matter and antimatter destroying vast regions of space and countless starships,


He pulled giant planets out of their orbits and make them crash into the enemy's homeworld.


It was at this time that the higher civilization terrified at the powers this person holds realizes their mistakes.


They instantly decided to take extreme measures, however, it was already too late.



April 15 3000 - human calendar -a day that will be forever remembered by the entire human race.



The Origin Esper shares his powers with 6 young people,  Establishing the 1st family -The Origin family.


When the Intragalactic community reached earth years later,  it was already far too late for them.


They heavily underestimate the growth rate and potential these beings hold.


....The fall of the Intergalactic community-October 9 3100.


A massive war broke out between The Espers of humanity and the intragalactic community.


The area just outside of the 'local group' became a battlefield..... more than a 100 type 3 civilization that controls entire galaxies and countless and countless type 2 and type 1 civilizations fell there.

A humiliating defeat for the intragalactic community as none of their 7 targets died that day.

These 6 legendary people, 7 along with the Origin Esper were called Ancient monarchs, together with the 11 self-awakened Esper who came Along later, created their own families and 30,000 years later dominated the entire universe.

High above the sky, in the corner of the infinitely vast universe, a natural wormhole suddenly warp itself into existence, who knew an unlucky man was near it and accidentally got pulled into it.
Why did a wormhole suddenly manifest itself?
And who was this man who explores the universe as if it was his backyard?


This is a legend of how a certain overlord got thrown in another universe.

Sound the war horn, ready the guns, make way for the supreme existence, 1st of the Monarchs, Leader of the Origin Family
The supreme commander of the human race, The great and, mighty origin esper - The dominator of the universe.

This is legends about how a guy will regain his abilities and became powerful and it the process gains disciples and family members.



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{ Winter's POV } 

THE RAIN was pouring hard and the hush of the wind strongly whispers into the tall fine trees. I'm standing in the middle of the forest shivering in cold, the lightnings visible in the gray tainted sky, the sound of the thunders roaring deafening me. 

But I'm not alone in this dark woods. I can feel a pair of eyes watching me from behind, observing my every move. It sent shivers down my spine. Frightened, scared, afraid, and every synonym of these words are present of what I'm feeling at this very moment. 

My eyes widened, lips slightly parted as I hear the unknown beings heavy footsteps slowly but surely approaching towards my direction. Step by step, no wait- step...by step by step by step? how can a human walk on fours? then perhaps, its not human. 

I'm stating to shake in fear for this creature behind me. Then I hear its deep low growl, louder and louder as it goes near me. With every blood in my body I slowly... slowly spun around. Shakey hands and trembling lips I can see it's... 

*kringggggggggg *kringgggggggg 

I abruptly woke up and sat on my bed catching my own breath. Turning off my alarm clock I squeeze my eyes shut and relaxed myself. 1...2...3... I mentally counted and opened my eyes. I was sweating hard. Gosh it was a nightmare, again. But it feel so real. Why can't I see what's behind me? Frustrated I lay back to bed and covered myself in my sheets. 

I've been having the same nightmare for a week now, ever since our school camp that we went hiking and I lost my track and was left in the woods till 5pm. It was devastating, I know. 

what do I expect I'm just a nobody at Dashford Academy. And I love that ( except for the hiking part ). I love the thought that nobody actually sees me, nobody notices me and nobody cares. 

For the past five years in school I've been living a normal peaceful life. You know, no dramas and all, it's just me and my books ft. Netflix, music and coffee. 

Preparing myself for school with a simple gray turtle neck long sleeves paired with skinny jeans and converse shoes. and-hep-hep not to mention my big circular anti-radiation glasses. I use glasses not because I can't see but because I need to protect my eyes in the sun's rays. 

My eyes hurt when it's directed to lights and it'll start itching. 

Picking up my backpack and take a look at myself in the mirror one more time. Okay I'm done. 

It's not an outfit that catches anyone's attention not even in a good or bad kind of way. 

This is my type of fashion. Simple, just in the middle of sexy and conservative. 

As I entered the kitchen I saw mom preparing breakfast for the both of us. Pancakes with chocolate syrup, sliced apples and fresh lemon juice. 

"morning mom" I greeted and kissed her on the cheeks 

I sat down beside her "morning honey" she greeted back and handed me a glass of lemon juice 

" how was your sleep?" 

"it was fine mom, I guess" I stated between drinking 

she looked at me confused but didn't questioned. Mom just smiled in response. 

My mom is actually my adoptive mother. They took me in back when I was in Angel's Love orphanage. Honestly mom and dad had a different child on their mind, but when mom saw a child with dirty clothes on and a runny nose which was me, she changed her mind and got me adopted. 

My dad is a neuro surgeon and my mom is a care giver. Last year dad had a car accident and left us. It was very hard for me especially for mom. It's like our other half was taken away, we're so devastated, up until now we're still carrying the pain when dad left. 

Mom was just trying to be okay. There's a on her lips but full of sorrow in her eyes. 

mom dropped me off to school before she went to work. Waving my hand as I bid goodbye "bye mom take care" 

" you too, call me when you get home later okay?" 

"hmm" I nodded 

"bye honey have fun" then off she goes 

Good thing Dashford A has a library, if not school would be boring. 

END OF CHAPTER 1 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 

Hello everyone~ 

it's my first ever english book and yes english isn't my first language so i really hoped that you guys will like it. I tried so hard for this book from the grammars to spellings {I want to apologize in advance for the typographical errors} so I hoped, again d^-^b that you will support 'purple eyes' and wait till the very end. see you in chap. 2 

ehzrra the crazy witch

Winter Villegas is a simple anti-social introverted high schooler, she loves the comfort of books, Netflix, coffee, and music. when her mother got assigned in a province hospital she doesn't even that exists, she was forced to transfer. 

         To her relief Winter never caught any attention, she's still the nobody that no one cared. but suddenly and unexpectedly the campus heartthrob Gabbro Villaceran noticed her presence that made her the center of attraction.

NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER/CONFERENCE with TED BENNETT and EVAN DAVIS, Continued
March, 2010
BUFFALO, NY

"Where do you think that incident happened?" said Ted Bennett. "The meeting at the inn?"
"I think it was in one of the towns along one of the Finger Lakes, maybe Cayuga Lake, maybe the west side. He told me the town, but it didn't register. I don't get to that part of the state too much. You might go into the records and look for the disappearances of young women in the area. If any of this is true, that young woman in the story was real and natural as far as the people she worked with were concerned. Someone must have reported her simply disappearing. I do know that it was in the spring, and it would have been in the early-1990s."
"You think this Lang-character existed?" said Bennett.
"I believe that there is or was somebody out there like him," I said. "My own friend had a penchant for edgy friends of his own. I would wager that some version of this story is close to something someone really told him. My friend took his witness seriously or he never would have told the story to me. But don't forget that my story is an imaginative takeoff. My friend never witnessed morphing vampires or spontaneous post-death combustion, and I never got to speak to the man who claimed to."
"So how much belief in any of this do you have?" said Bennett.
"My friend didn't go out of his way to tell whoppers," I said. "He was a pretty tough-minded guy. He actually had a complete scorn of most spiritual and paranormal subjects. Ghosts... UFOs... Mystery monsters... Religion he saw as a way of controlling the masses. He did like Forteana, though: weird stuff. I remember that about him."
"Ghosts and UFOs aren't weird?" said Evan Davis.
"Weird they may be," I said, "but they aren't lonely. They come in categories, and there's a tradition about both subjects in legend and report. Maybe millions of sightings. Reported sightings, I mean. Many people still say they see those things. Hell, I've seen a couple ghosts.
"The big trick with the subject of Forteana, nicknamed after Charles Fort, a twentieth century American author, is that they tend to be one-offs. Fort's got four books, and he sort of set the model. Fortean phenomena is things that are weird, but that have no perceptible meaning or connection. They are strings of reports, eruptions of crazy stuff that make no sense. Crazy lights in the sky. Crazy things falling out of the sky. Crazy things dug up out of the ground. Fort's work is sort of a paranormal "Ripley's Believe it or Not." My old friend used to like that stuff. It appealed to his sense of the contrary."
"We'd like to speak to your friend's mysterious friend," said Bennett hiding his impatience with my instruction. "The Lang-character."
"I could probably track down my late friend's second wife," I said. "I can find you some friends. But the obituary ought to be the best lead on family. You might do something as simple as check the log of signatures at the memorial, to be honest. It would be just like that Lang-character to show up out of nowhere, nod to the casket, say nothing, and be gone. I'll do the best I can with those names and contacts when we're done." There was an uncomfortable silence. "Why are you guys so interested in this story and my late friend? It seems just too fantastic to be related to anything."
Ted Bennett said. "We found something in your story about silver."
I looked at them as if to say, 'So?'
The guys at the table made eye contact. Bennett spoke precisely. "In your circles... in the paranormal... Have you heard anything about the effectiveness or properties of silver? Is there any sort of tradition there?"
"Not in paranormal reports," I said. "Not ringing any bells at all. I've never heard anyone carry on about it except as a medicine against infections in very small doses. I know it's a natural antibacterial agent. I hear the aristocrats in Europe didn't catch some of the plagues because they ate off silver implements and got little doses of the metal that way. In folklore - traditional folklore and legend - now that's a different story."
"So folklore and the paranormal are different," said Evan Davis.
"Uh... Yeah," I said. I thought we'd been through that before. I thought everyone with an education had been through it.
"Folklore is... Well, hard to summarize. Folklore is understood to be almost completely fiction. Folklore is traditional legends and stories that have undergone so many changes in the cycle of oral tradition that they've become utterly fantastic. It's legends turned into stories. Magic spells and beings. Talking animals. Shapeshifting. Curses.
"There's a cultural association with folklore, too. It brings people of a like origin or occupation or mindset together. It's got a preindustrial root. It's passed along through generations. The stories that make it... The ones that last with the culture... They have a thematic integrity, a balance to them, a serious meaning to the unconscious mind. They're satisfying. They're moral or instructional. Otherwise they wouldn't have lasted.
"The paranormal... That's a much more contemporary idea. It's a much younger version of folklore. It's rumor before it becomes folklore. And it's all presumed to be true, at least by the people who perpetuate it. You find living people all the time asserting that their various paranormal subject areas are actually real. Nobody comes up and tells you that about folklore. I guess the key is that folklore is based on stories and the paranormal is based on witnesses. You could also say that the paranormal is folklore in the first generation.
"'Paranormal' is starting to be used in pop circles as a synonym for 'ghostly.' Really, 'paranormal' means just something that isn't accepted by the mainstream. Least it did thirty years ago. Mystery monsters. UFOs. Earth energies. Vortexes. Ancient mysteries. It's like in a funny way the TV industry has swayed the definition of a word. It happened with 'ectoplasm,' too." They looked bored with my elucidation. I wish they would have asked what was really on their minds.
"Sometimes what's considered paranormal actually becomes normal. The Europeans thought the African gorilla was like Bigfoot until the late 1800s. Archaeoastronomy - astronomical alignments at ancient religious structures - was something for the loony fringe till the 1960s when Gerald Hawkins wrote his book on Stonehenge. In the 1970s Anthony Aveni of Colgate demonstrated archaeoastronomy in Mesoamerican sacred structures, and then it came all the way out of the closet."
Davis looked at me like I was Mr.-Unasked-for-Walking Encyclopedia. "You are certainly one prepared young man," he said in his accent I still presumed to be midwestern.
"We're continually impressed by your grasp of your subject," said Ted Bennett. "Let's get back on base with the legends from your perspective. Why is silver supposed to be the metal that works against evil? Vampires, monsters, werewolves?"
"I never said it was," I said. "Not everywhere. It's true that in film and fiction of the last hundred or so years, silver has been the go-to monster fighter. But that's all pop. Entertainment."
They looked at me as if this surprised them. I realized again that their understanding of these subjects was entry-level no matter how many reports they had somebody write for them.
"The notion that silver was the material that worked against vampires is a fairly regional tradition from the Carpathian mountains," I continued. "No one's sure how old it is. Right at the end of the 19th century, the Irish author Bram Stoker popularized the silver thing in his hit book on Dracula. Very little that you see or read about vampires or werewolves since has been influenced by anything other than Stoker. The metal that was presumed to be the real magic-fighter to most of preindustrial Europe was iron." They both blinked.
"Yeah, there's actually a much older and stronger tradition about iron. Don't forget that a lot of our tales and legends have their roots in the Stone Age, the Copper Age, or the Bronze Age... eras in which iron was pretty rare. Iron was such a wonder-material in its early days that it's no wonder it would become the focus of a lot of legend. In the ancient world in Europe it was always iron that worked against all types of magic. Witches, fairies, ghosts... The story goes that that's why we have so little magic in the world anymore. It's why we don't see the fairies. Steel and iron are everywhere. It's supposed to be deadly against magic."
"We're mostly interested in what you have to say about silver," said Evan Davis. "We're looking for ideas about it as a material in your subject field. Why would silver have an effect, a damaging effect, on something when nothing else would?"
"Let me backtrack," I said, although thinking to myself, 'Why is the drug guy so curious about silver?' "The preindustrial world had a number of ideas about materials that worked against evil forces or beings. It wasn't just iron or silver. There were plants like garlic in the Mediterranean and Central Europe. The oak was big with the Celtic druids. Mistletoe was big with the Scandinavians. For the Iroquois nations of upstate New York, the magic wand had to be made out of the red osier, which is a type of a dogwood with beautiful bright red stems.

[To Be Continued...]




Author:
Author, teacher, storyteller, and supernatural historian Mason Winfield studied English and Classics at Denison University, earned a master’s degree in British literature at Boston College, and studied poetry and fiction at SUNY Buffalo with professor emeritus and MacArthur grant recipient Irving Feldman. He has written or edited fourteen books, including the regional sensation “Shadows of the Western Door” (1997) and “Iroquois Supernatural,” co-authored with Michael Bastine, on the traditions of the Six Longhouse Nations (Inner Traditions International/Bear & Company, 2011). Several of his surveys of upstate folklore and paranormal tradition may be found at the website of Western New York Wares: www.buffalobooks.com. He may be reached at www.masonwinfield.com.

An anatomically perfect human jaw fashioned of diamond-hard quartz crystal is uncovered at an Ohio burial mound and sold on the underground antiquities market. Shortly after, three pothunters are found dead.

A mysterious new drug suspected of South American origin surfaces in Buffalo, NY. Its unprecedented psycho-tropic effects include the momentary activation of ESP. 

Blind, speechless, emaciated street people start appearing in many parts of the world. An urban legend-cycle forms around them, and the name of a murderous old cult, “the Whistlers” attaches to them.

An archaeological team at a Mayan site reports finding a bizarre artifact and vanishes. 

An upstate schoolteacher’s book of New York legends and folklore foreshadows these developments and more. 

   These are the threads – plus his affair with a maddening woman – that draw narrator Ward Courier into the international adventure of occultism, terror, Native American tradition and onrushing prophecy that is Mason Winfield’s anticipated new novel THE WHISTLERS. By the time the picture of THE WHISTLERS becomes clear, we are ready to believe in a sinister conspiracy that could predate Atlantis and even hail from another world.



I tell you something about the ASCAT of information... 

We often hinge on the advantage of things we have no knowledge of the secrets and this has dragged us into depths. Some of us are in trap. 

Try to hinge on the advantage of how it makes search for knowledge easy, it has also open the portals into our spirits and minds. 

If EL means ASCAT, then we need to know the nature of this ASCAT. The ASCAT is simply the idol of information who was the custodian of knowledge. Remember “WAS” is never “IS” and the devil was the one who was the light bearer, but no more because of his rebellious mindset that thought in his heart to be like the Most High, so now he is acting as the bank of information driving secular knowledge called EDUCATION. 

E = 1 as proved from El = L. 

E typifies ENLIGHTENMENT and 1 typifies a unit represent an identity i and i simply current or EYE. Eye autonomously driving itself as a system. The system of an eye is illuminati, which are in control of vehemently all the affairs of man’s endeavors with EDUCATION. Such that when the system serves as the EL of information, what goes out, as ingredient meant to nourish man’s mental wellbeing, will end up impeding man’s growth in knowledge. The object of reflection is lies. I will further interest you to know that his reflection is simply the coefficient that runs as education but actually evil in nature, because it has a drive of lies all because most of the information they have distort. So, if E = 1 and 1 has been proved as S from comparing WAYS to WAY, it then implies, S is SECULAR(ISM) that defines: 

“The doctrine, ideology, belief, creed, philosophy, movement (NAM = NEW AGE MOVEMENT), practice that has now giving birth to a BELIEF SYSTEM, running with the idea of civilization. The code is open eye (EE = DIE) ideology generating the power of desire in man. This power of desire is what we call lusts. Lusts serves as the electronic drive of man, because it runs with the wheel of electronic. Electronic does the transfer of the current realities through what we now call information technology (IT). Nevertheless, in reality what is been transferred (lies) as information is the current thought of the spirit anti the ordained thought of the Spirit that is now dragging humanity deep into whatsoever sophisticated world of fantasies. Sophisticated world of fantasies is unspiritual in nature, making man amateur even in his claimed of professionalism, irreligiously lost in the materialistic world of vain pursuits.” 

But, 

Do you know what EL means? 

EL means electronic library that serves as the ASCAT of information, which defines the bank of digital information accessed with just a tap on the button typing the definite key words into the search engine. 

It will interest you to know that 117 reveals ACE as the revealer of EL that defines the contrary of the ordained, which means, ACE is the complete light of ASCAT’s Word alternating the current of secular education. Permit me to state the ACE principle as “The Holy Spirit that will teach us all things and bring to remembrance all that we need to know and the revealer of the intent of man, wherein no secret can be hidden, because light dwells with Him (Daniel 2: 22)” 

Permit me as I prove the word ACE from 11^7… 

11^7 = 19,487,171 

Therefore, we have to convert this base 2 using the same method as in the above: 

1 x 2^7 + 9 x 2^6 + 4 x 2^5 + 8 x 2^4 + 7 x 2^3 + 1 x 2^2 + 7 x 2^1 + 1 x 2^0 

128 + 576 + 128 + 128 + 56 + 4 + 14 + 1 

1035, where 10 = A, 13 = C, but since 1 is an identity, C becomes 3, while 15 = E, but since 1 is also an identity in 15, E = 5. Therefore, 1035 = ACE 

However, what is ACE? 

ACE is simply first-rate, top, world class, wonderful, super, excellent and brilliant people championing the course of education. The knowledge of these intellectuals are being uploaded into the secular knowledge bank called EL (electronic library) serving as the ASCAT of information. Nevertheless, with the transformer’s grand design to reduce humanity to nothing, it will interest you to know that the state of nothingness is what defines ignorance as the highest level of knowledge a man reaches academically, but refute the reality of ASCAT’s existence. 

That is why measurement ends the synonym of coefficient as the seventh degree, where his executed program is installs the system as humanoid (the Anti-Christ). By the grace of ASCAT, I will explain something very deep even as led to and what I will be explaining is the second split heart’s distance that I will fully expound on in the subsequent chapters. 

I know you know what they told you is what you know is 26 letters making up the alphabetic codes. If you can accept this as truth, why do you find it very difficult to accept the truth about the person of ASCAT? 

I want to guide your heart into some deep truth to expose the transformer’s intentional lies. It pulls man away from the knowledge of the truth. If you know the contents of the transformer’s heart, you will surely know what his negative intentions are to humanity. Even when he comes in the guise of helping humanity out of ignorance, he is just dragging humanity into his very sin that led to his casting down from cloud nine. 

ASCAT casts out the transformer with man driven out from the Garden of Nede. but it will interest you to know that the garden man is now lost in as field is simply A – Z where he is in the heart having bites of the apples of the knowledge of good and evil revealed as the degrees of base 10 where A is 10, A represents Apple. 

The half of the 26 letters is 13. 13 has the alphabetic code M, while M reveals AC, as 1 is A and 3 is C. Nevertheless, to get the actual heart of the 26 letters, you have to pick M and N that exist as 13 and 14, where from 14 to 26 `the second split heart defines 20 as the heart, but 7 is the heart of the first heart. Why am I doing this? You will soon know why, because I am trying to open your eyes to something you must have not known. Measuring the distance with the Coefficient Principle of the transformer from the first split (1 to 13 = A - M), we will have the first split heart as 7, nevertheless, the beginning counts from the new split (14 = M). The fourth position represents the letter Q that defines the QUOTIENT (IDEA) as the inverse of Satan, but the numeric order of the position represents 4 and 4 is the count that begins the initial of the transformer, where four represents D by alphanumeric connotation. D represents devil, while 4 also represents the number of his nature and his nature is evil. Therefore, the devil will use the first split heart (7) and his position (4), because even angels are greater than he is. Man is supposed to be the second in divine hierarchy, but his fall gave the devil a lift to second position, and this shifted man to the fourth position, because angels occupies the third position in the order of divine hierarchy. Therefore, thoughts become the devil greatest weapon of capturing man’s heart and in the heart of men, he dwells therein as evil and act boss as he takes the seat in man’s heart to drive man’s affair toward life, man’s life will now start tending toward the world instead of toward ASCAT. It is with this, he (the devil) builds his memory capacity as FACULTY OF INFORMATION that connects with what we now called wireless fidelity (Wi-Fi) that is driving our world into Sci-fi and it will interest to know what Sci-Fi means. 

Sci-fi means science fiction. The knowledge of what I am sharing reveals fiction based on imagined future scientific technological advancement and major social or environmental changes. This will frequently portray space or time travel and life on other planets. It will interest you to know that this ideology runs under the department of KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL (KOGE). KOGE plays in the heart of man to reach his heart that is the 7th from his north direction as captured in Isaiah 14: 13 and 14, which says, “For thou hast said in thine heart, “I will ascend into heaven, I will exalt my throne above the stars of ASCAT. I will sit also upon the mount of the congregation, in the sides of the NORTH. I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will be like the Most High.” You can see that the transformer stole the position of man as man accepts his suggestion that he will to be like ASCAT. 

What does KOGE explains for real? 

KOGE is an acronym I coined out of KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL 

Meaning of K in the name KOGE, K like N is another letter that also stand on two stable pillars with right arms slanting upwards ad downwards. It looks like a character standing for a pose and make man repose, as he opposes every good and make evil seem good to man. It shows an alluring personality, ist openness indicates tolerance, ready to lend a hand. K is also passionate and culture oriented. 

Meaning of O in the name KOGE appears well carved with no pointed edges. It is smooth and closed. It shows deep in thought, well disciplined, down in the dumps and caring. The roundedness of the O with lookout in the middle indicates a peering nature into the outside. This means, lookout for mysterious and be home loving and enjoy the things that are close by. It is a traditionalist letter. 

Meaning of G in the name KOGE is like C, but with the bottom end growing upwards. G wants to grasp as much as it can. It shows thoughtfulness, being logical, witty, alert, stretchy, conscientious, intuitive, impetuous, reasoning and uncontrollable. 

Meaning of E in the name KOGE. E has three branches of equal lengths. These all extend from its left side. The equal lengths show a degree of fairness to the outside world. They extend outwards indicating a willingness to learn, think broadly and be more vigorous in understanding. B also implies endowed with good writing abilities, artistic nature and strong enthusiasm to get and know more. 

Certain information opens the eyes (civilization) and connect man to the knowledge of good and evil. The position that the transformers stole from man is ND, when righted, it will simply reveal DIVINE NATURE and that nature is spirit. Man is now in the heart of A – Z where the transformer brainwashes to accept being is a carnal being. You will get to see for sure how man is in the heart of A – Z as A – MAN – Z. 

The north direction of the transformer defines his contrary intention (rebelliousness) to rise above the stars of ASCAT (man). He uses his intention to screw man up with the nut of lustful desires and drag man into the heart of evil. In the heart of evil man’s heart becomes highly deceitful and desperately wicked. This is now running as the grand design of the transformer as the A – Z = 0 model through what we now call EDUCATIONAL TRANSFORMATION AGENDA (ETA). and it will interest you to know that eta is the seventh letter of the Greek alphabet and it will further interest to know the transliteration as “e” and without telling you what “e” represents, I have already told you from the beginning of the previous chapter of this book. When men unite to promote the agenda of the devil, they tend to attain a height of knowledge and end up becoming renowned authors with the authority of knowledge, but it is so pathetic that people cannot still see author in authority. 

Academic authority is the highest level of satanic religion anti ASCAT’s divinity (Jesus Christ) if it refutes the truth of ASCAT’s existence. 

Therefore, I will not be surprise if some academic scholars will come up to refute this knowledge and tag it jargon that is why majority of them (most professors in various areas of academics) will refute the divinity of Jesus Christ. 

Therefore, the grand design of the transformer aimed at T that defines the thought of men. The thought of men has become the strings of the transformer from Q. Q hides E not as evil, but presents it as education to reach the heart of the spirit eyes as R that defines revolution in knowledge, where man no longer depend on ASCAT for knowledge (faith). Nevertheless, men are now relying on researches and experiments (sciences) through the sling that acts as the coefficient of education. I mean Secular Education (SE), where secularism is the coefficient of education that is building a kind of sophisticated world of technologies that is now defining our position in life, but through these transformation agenda, man has been brought under perpetual bondage, because the term of signing the contract is simply subscribing to the evil system (having direct alliance with the devil), where he now runs the heart of men becomes his hardware. The devil pulls the string from the south, using the north as his arrowhead (AH) that leaves man in awe of the latest discoveries in technological innovations that is ever advancing, to form his tangent of operation as the quotient (IDEA) that defines reality by way of the inverse of Satan i.e. 1/SATAN.

Synopsis 
“The Tra Grade S” is a book illustrating a story of the experience of a young boy, named Divine who grew up as a cypher and mystery solver. Divine was born in a family of twelve siblings. 

As the eleventh born, he has a supernatural endowment, which reflects in his gifts and talents. His endowment gives him the rare ability to decipher things and events even before they occur. 

The rare ability of Divine works in a way of aligning letters from words to form acronyms that communicate deeper thoughts. He does this by fetching out the encrypted thoughts to reveal deep secrets. 

The deciphering of Divine's inspiration often paints the bigger picture of knowledge hidden from the ordinary eye and the revelation of Divine will make him the most sought after.

Dive in, as I take you on a swift trip into the heart of Divine’s world of unconventional knowledge. His experiences started as a dream that never looks like a dream...

DISCLAIMER: This book is a work of Fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, happenings, locations, and occurrences either are the products of the writer’s mind's eye or used in a made-up manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or definite events is only coincidental. I have tried recreating events, locales and conversations from my memories of them. To maintain their anonymity in some instances, I have changed the names of individual and places, I may have changed some identifying characteristics and details such as physical properties, occupations and places of residence.

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That was huge news!
Y, from who knows when, became a symbol of mystery. One by one they appeared out of nowhere, all of them amazing on their own right, yet none of them showed their faces.
At that moment, the Y-God that was hidden within the darkness finally decided to turn on the lights?
That news took over at full force, like a storm washing through the entire stream, attracting countless viewers.
Finally, with a "click", Y-God's stream turned bright!
In front of the screen, was a person wearing Superman Y's mask…
[F*ck! I've got my pants off, and this is what you show me?]
[Damn it! You beast, cheating my feelings!]
[Woe is me. I came here excited, yet return home sad.]
[Please don't be depressed guys. At least we gained something. We got to see Y-God's slender fingers, his strong broad shoulders, that sexy adam's apple, and those eyes filled with emotions…]
[Bootlicker, you're disgusting!]
[It seems like Y-God is not that old. I guess he is quite the handsome one. Regardless, this is better than a black screen.]
…
Comments flew everywhere. Ye Lingchen coughed lightly, saying "Since we're all called Y, it's fated. I'll be borrowing this Superman Y mask for a while. I hope that Superman Y won't get offended."
[Superman Y: I take offense! Take it down immediately!]
[I beg for Superman Y to appear and take that mask off Y-God!]
The entire stream turned extra lively. It would seem that Ye Lingchen had achieved his desired effect.
He had already guessed that his changing of the streaming content would cause him to lose several viewers. That was unavoidable, hence the skit he came up with. The effect was better than he had anticipated. At least the viewers in the stream were increasing rather than decreasing. Next up was to keep them there using the stream content!
[It was a time where heroes rose up in droves, of confusing historical records. It's an interesting topic. Historical records, wild myths, romanticization, and TV adaptations. Each era had its focal points, and each composition described the scene differently. Fact and fiction were indistinguishable, success and failures were similarly doubtful. Telling a story with the characters, with the characters we relive history, with history we talk about culture, and with culture we study human nature. Next, I present to all of you—Study of the Three Kingdoms by Y-God!]
The charming voice slowly went on, stirring the hearts of the viewers watching the stream, indicating the start of the show.
Listening to the intro, they felt that it might be somewhat interesting. Everyone felt a sense of historical majesty coming their way.
'This seems different from the average history lessons. Perhaps I should give it a try?'
Some of the viewers that wanted to leave hesitated and chose to stay back and listen instead.
Meanwhile, somewhere out there, an elderly man was frowning as he watched his grandson in the room, letting out a heavy sigh.
Grandparents would always spoil the kids. He felt a little regret for spoiling his grandson so much. At that point, he could not bear to hit, nor scold him.
Every time the grandson came home, he would hide in the room, either gaming or watching some live stream. As such activities wasted lots of time, his results had gradually deteriorated. That caused the elderly man to feel helpless.
As a history professor, his grandson did not have a shred of interest in history. Furthermore, he was failing all his history exams. That hurt the elderly man's heart and smeared his reputation, to the extent that many of his colleagues would make fun of him for it.
After a moment's consideration, he finally gritted his teeth as he steeled his heart and entered his grandson's room.
"Little Feng, are you watching that supernatural live stream again?" asked the elderly man, testing the waters. "You should spend less time on those things and use them to study instead."
Little Feng quickly turned over to look at him. "Gramps, the previous supernatural live stream has ended. I'm now learning history."
"Learning history?" The elderly man was caught off guard, approaching with disbelief.
All he could hear was Ye Lingchen's voice drifting over. [When it comes to the Three Kingdoms, we will remember the famed Battle of the Red Cliffs. As for the Battle of the Red Cliffs, we will be reminded of Su Dongbo's famous poem, Memories of the Red Cliffs[1]—The great river with piling waves flows Eastward, carrying along the gallant souls of the remote bygone days...Life is just a dream. Allow me to libate a drink to the moonwake.[2]
From the magnificence of this poem, it showed us the heroic spirit and romance during the times of the Three Kingdoms. With that, we can imagine the glory of that era.]
From the sound of it, it did sound like the Three Kingdoms.
The elderly man felt a shiver run through him and immediately took a seat.
He lacked confidence in the live stream and needed to confirm the authenticity of its contents. He must not let his grandson be misled. However, looking at his grandson overflowing with excitement, he could not help but feel slightly comforted.
That was a good starting point!
'This history narrator is quite interesting.'
Unlike other history narrators, Ye Lingchen did not narrate it according to the timeline and development. Instead, he cut in straight from the Memories of the Red Cliffs, grabbing onto the interest of his audience before he started his narration.
[After reading this poem, I can't help but tie it to Mr. Zhou in the poem. The Mr. Zhou that turned boats and ships into ashes was none other than Zhou Yu!]
The elderly man's eyes brightened. To cut into this point from the poem was a good call.
He could not help but grow more interested as he listened.
[I believe that Zhou Yu is no stranger to everyone. When we talk about him, most would think of him as a petty person, therefore leading to an overwhelming number of scandals. For example—"Zhou Yu's three defeats", "Why would the heavens conceive of Zhuge Liang when I, Zhou Yu is here", "Zhou Yu's foiled plans, losing the wife and the battle". These phrases turned into proverbs and are used in our daily lives. However, in truth...that was not the case!]
'Scandals?'
Some viewers could not help but laugh. 'Can history be taught this way?'
However, following that, a frown appeared on their faces. They have heard of the proverbs that Ye Lingchen mentioned, but all the things they have known all these while were just upended by Y-God in an instant? What was going on?
They wanted to continue listening.
The elderly man made a frown as well and was met with his grandson's question. "Grandpa, I've heard of these phrases before. Are they really like that?"
"Let's continue listening first," answered the elderly man, not refuting Ye Lingchen on the spot as he watched the hunger for knowledge shown on his grandson's face.
Ignoring the doubtful comments, Ye Lingchen continued to narrate with a calm voice.
[Zhou Yu was elected as a military officer of Jianwei by Sun Ce at age 24. Within the Wu army, he was known as Zhou Lang. Everyone in that region called him Zhou Lang at that time. "Lang" also meant kid. During that time, addressing someone in that fashion was meant as a praise for his appearance, resulting in the name to mean Handsome Zhou.]
'Handsome Zhou?'
Many viewers laughed in front of their computers. This history lesson was just too interesting. It was filled with a modern twist in every aspect!
Casual with a hint of mischief.
With an amazing opening, interesting style, and unorthodox approach, he managed to grab hold of the viewer's hearts, cultivating their interest to continue listening…
[1] 赤壁怀古 (Sentiments of the Red Cliffs / Remembrance of the Tale of the Crimson Cliff) - If you are interested in the full translation of this poem, please visit this site for the complete translation. Do note that our translation may be different. https://28utscprojects.wordpress.com/2011/03/01/%E8%8B%B1%E8%AD%AF-%E8%98%87%E8%BB%BE-%E5%BF%B5%E5%A5%B4%E5%AC%8C%EF%BC%88%E8%B5%A4%E5%A3%81%E6%87%B7%E5%8F%A4%EF%BC%89/
[2] 江月 (river moon / the moon's reflection on the river) - We have decided to go poetic and make use of the term moonwake (synonym moonglade, but that might be confused with the World of Warcraft location). Taken from Wiktionary.


Ye Lingchen was a regular high schooler who struggled with exams and expectations from his parents.
All that changed after he woke up from a strange dream and discovered that he had been granted the 'Prodigy System'. His life changed from this point on. Reading a book allowed him to learn its content immediately. Listening to lectures granted instant understanding of the lesson. Observation of a technique imprinted knowledge of the technique used.
Learning had never been so easy, and as the saying goes, knowledge is power. In this case, he now had access to a ton of unbridled power. 
What does it feel like to become a 'prodigy' overnight? Follow Ye Lingchen on this journey to discover the limitless possibilities...

Eve cackled and the moment shattered.
The more she thought about it, the more hilarious it sounded. The absurdity was too much! If she didn't know any better, she'd think that Ambryan thought she had an ex-boyfriend. The idea prompted another fit of laughter.
"If it was that easy, I would have already gone back before," she said in between giggles. 
It was Ambryan's turn to freeze. 
"Really?"
"Yes, really." Eve confirmed with a nod, wiping tears from the corners of her eyes. "It's not like it was impossible. I could have done it but… well, life happened. And I am here now. Dating the most eligible bachelor in the country for that matter."
Another round of laughs came out of her mouth. Her stomach began to cramp. What was in that martini? Laughing gas? Weed? Why did everything sound funny to her? 
She better hunt down that bartender if this didn't end well.
Ambryan watched her wordlessly. Her voice echoed around them. Her fair skin glowed like moonlight. In this peaceful silence, she took the spotlight. Gleeful happiness simply radiated out of her.
It could take anyone's breath away.
"If you had the choice, would you go back or not?" Ambryan couldn't help but ask. Curiosity emitted from the recesses of his mind. It took control of his thoughts, speaking for him. 
"After this is over?" Eve turned back to her food. She still had half of her nuggets left. "I'm not sure. How about letting me get through this alive first?"
Her last statement mader her chuckle. If Charlee Edwards was just the beginning, there would be more to come. 
'Speaking of Charlee' she wondered, 'What happened to her after that little show? Was she wailing inside a bathroom perhaps?'
Eve continued to ponder on what counter attacks could come from the aspiring actress. If that five-minute breakup proved anything, it was how Charlee abhorred defeat. She had almost expected an assault at the company lobby after that day—except Ambryan held more power which would only result in instant loss.
On the other hand… the playing field would be more even with Evangeline. Charlee would probably form a plan on how to bring her down.
She'd have to be ready.
Meanwhile, Ambryan brooded over her answer. It provided little gratification for his question. Actually, it provided nothing to his question. He decided to replace it. "What about right now? If you had that chance to drop everything and go, would you?"
Eve stopped mid-bite. Go back? To ballet? Right now? She'd face hell. Her teacher would show no mercy. The training would be brutal, remorseless and every synonym thesaurus could come up with. 
"I, honestly, can't imagine my life any different from now," she said after a while and she meant it. As crazy as the situation seemed, she'd never thought of going back to her hometown. Maize City had given her so much more than she anticipated.
It gave her joy and hope.
It wouldn't sit right with her if she just left.
"Maybe I don't have that much of an imagination," Eve added when the silence remained. She took out the sundae and removed the lid. The soft peak had melted. "Or maybe because it's the influence of free food. Who is to say I'd still get this if I left? Next time, you get to pick on where we should eat."
Ambryan offered zero comment. 
Her words churned inside his head. How would his life be if Evangeline hadn't been part of the website? Who would replace her? Who would he have chosen instead? What kind of first date would they have? Would she be the PDA type? Would she talk back against his decisions?
Would they end up here? In this hill top? In seclusion and silence?
Would the moment be just as beautiful as right now?
"Whoever invented the idea of french fries dipped in vanilla sundae and hot fudge…" Eve moaned as she chewed. Her hazel eyes glazed in delight. "... that person was/is a genius."
Shaking his head, Ambryan let the topic drop. No matter how many What Ifs they'd talk about, what mattered was the present. This moment might not exist in an alternate universe. He'd rather not know about it. He'd rather not let its possibility ruin the current.
He reached out a hand with his palm facing up. "May I?"
"What happened to 'fast food is unhealthy'?" Eve asked, the corner of her lip curling up. She pointed the box of fries in his direction. The sundae sat on the car's hood between them.
"It's not advisable to eat the only other food available right now," Ambryan replied, dipping two french fries into the ice cream. He popped them both in his mouth and tucked his hands into his pant pockets. 
"That would be cannibalism."
"Well, that went dark really fast." Eve breathed out, gulping at his words. 
"And here I thought romance fiction had been taken over by the supernatural." Ambryan chuckled. He leaned to the right, bowing his head in her direction. "Is it not the trend for the male lead to devour the female one?"
Eve's jaw dropped and her eyes flew wide. How did—the question left her head as soon as it came. This shouldn't be surprising from the CEO of a production company that centered around romance. Statistics reports such as trends helped them choose which projects would generate the most profit.
But… Did that mean he actually knew of romance more than he let on?
"That is another genre which is not applicable to ours." Eve patted his shoulder and stepped back. Her gaze flickered towards the city. She switched to the chicken nuggets. "We're not in a fantasy world."
"I'm well aware. Otherwise, that would mean that you'd date me in your dreams."
Her head snapped back to him. She pointed a nugget to his face, squinting her eyes and scrutinizing the smug look he wore. "Okay. How much alcohol did you drink?"
"None."
Eve scoffed. "That is definitely a lie."
Ambryan practically breathed red wine as much as black tea. He'd always choose it above other available beverages. She had wondered if his blood was composed purely of red wine. Then, remembered black tea must be mixed into it too.
"No, it was sarcasm."
Speechless.
Stunned.
Tongue-tied.
Three words that could describe Eve at the moment. It wasn't just her martini anymore. There had to be something in all drinks served at the launch party. She wasn't the only one acting abnormal tonight. 
Ambryan pinched the top of his paper bag and pulled his share of food close. The base dragged across the car bonnet. He peeked inside as if the bag contained a monster.
Eve swallowed the last bit of her nugget. The sound had caught her attention. She watched as Ambryan opened a carton. "I'm surprised you picked chicken nuggets. I thought you were more of a burger guy."
On second thought, she couldn't imagine him eating a burger. She would have loved to see it though. He probably had that rare skill of keeping his face clean despite the amount of sauce the burger had. 
It wasn't fair.
"These are made from chicken breasts. It has the most protein for the lowest calorie count." Unlink her, Ambryan skipped the dipping sauce. He bit into the nugget and chewed carefully, making sure to break it down into tiny pieces.
Eve scrunched her eyebrows.
Had she heard of that sentence before?
…
…
…
…
…
It was midnight by the time the pair reached the apartment complex. 
Maize City toned down into a slumber. Only a few establishments stayed open. Night workers were safe inside their workstations. Clubs brimmed with energy at the outskirts. Neon lights swirled around their area as party goers brought the night to life.
Other residents enjoyed the last bit of peace before Monday morning came.
Eve unbuckled the seatbelt and yawned. Her stomach bulged with fast food. She could hardly move. Until minutes ago, she could barely breathe. The dress's bodice did little to help with her state. It had fitted her like a glove—no room for a full stomach.
She hated the dress for the first time.
Ambryan crouched beside his window. He eyed the building until his gaze reached the 10th floor. Frown lines appeared above the bridge of his nose. "Are you sure you can go up by yourself?"
"I am more than capable of walking on my own two feet, Ambryan Hathaway." Eve chuckled. She grabbed her clutch, checking if she had all her belongings—especially her phone and her wallet. Both had some form of identification. 
The last thing she needed was for her ID to be left behind. 
Ambryan shifted his attention towards the passenger seat. He raised an eyebrow. "I see you mastered my mouthful of a name." 
"I still prefer Ambee though."
"..."
The car heater stopped working. Ice had frosted over its mechanism. Not even air-conditioning could compare to how fast it cooled the air inside the car.
Eve opened the door and escaped. She waved from the other side of the car window. A bright smile stretched across her face. The moonlight amplified its captivating gleam.
"Good night, Ambee! Have a safe trip back!"


A secretary faces a difficult choice: to join or not to join a dating site for the most eligible bachelor alive,

Her boss. However, he can't know it's her on the side of the screen. Just when she thinks it's over, more difficult things await—like meeting in real life.

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"You're not about to carry me out in bridal style again, are you?"

"Do you want me to?" He couldn't help but smirk. Her face from their date surfaced in his memories. He found it just as amusing as back then. Revenge never tasted sweeter. Would she make the same reaction right now? 

It was tempting but the venue wasn't the best place for it.

"No!" Eve protested a little too loudly. She pressed her fingers against her mouth and scanned the premise. As she predicted, hundreds of eyes watched them. A groan escaped her lips. She buried her face on the side of his chest, inhaling his cologne.

"Are you sure?" Ambryan asked, genuinely concerned now. He held her chin and raised it. His violet eyes met her hazel ones. The blush on her cheeks had magnified in saturation. He couldn't tell anymore if it came from embarrassment or the alcohol.

Either way, it intrigued him on how much redder she could possibly be.

He leaned down and whispered in her ear. "I'd be gentle this time."

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As a secretary, Eve knew affiliations between her and her boss were forbidden. She must stay in his shadow where she didn't pose a threat to his lovers and his admirers. She had taken measures to fit the job, even changing her style of appearance. 

Ambryan Hathaway, CEO of Eros Productions, disliked false information. The only ones he allowed were the ones he initiated himself—mainly about his love life. In order to please his mother, he had participated in the game of love with a string of flings. 

Unfortunately, his mother had enough. She must find a way for him to open his eyes and his heart to meeting the right girl. That one spark would be enough for her son to consider marriage.

And who would be the better candidate than his own secretary? Will the screens pull them closer together or push them further apart? 

An office romance like no other!


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Average Words: 1.5k per chapter
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