Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

Compilation of poems reflecting the writer's actual emotion or feeling at the time the poem was written.

(All poems are mine and original. Pls. credit the quotes/lines/stanza/poem to me if you want it for reference. Thank you!)

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

this is made for the purpose of getting the authors badge  at any rate I'll just compile world literature

[Monday Morning]

"Alright everyone, gather round," Ethan said causing Lily, Kaylee and Ruby to join us all on our table.
"Today, we will have a competition," Sean said.
"Stop stealing my thunder, Sean." Ethan interrupted. "Today, we will have a competition. A writing competition."
"Alright, We've done something like this before," Ruby said.
"What's the plan?" Kaylee asked.
"10 minutes to write something based on the theme of Love. However, you have to write a poem. You can do a Haiku, a limerick. Doesn't matter. Best of luck. Time starts now."
It was a rather strange condition for it to be a poem. Perhaps Ethan was still trying to express his feelings for Kaylee, either way, I'm fucked. I have no idea what to do. I looked over to the others and Lily was on fire. She seemed so excited to start writing that she had already done 5 drafts. I don't think I stand a chance against these people.

"What are you all doing?" Simon said as he arrived late.
"We are writing poems," Sean said. "Care to join?"
"Err… no thanks. I'm not very good at writing."
"Didn't you write something for me before?" Kaylee added.
"HE DID!?" Ethan's neck snapped and his eyes locked on. Ready to shoot lasers to kill his target.
"Ah, no… I've got to go. I have a meeting with a teacher."
"What a strange person," Ruby said. "He certainly isn't what I expected."
"What were you expecting?" Kaylee asked.
"Well, you know. Some sort of confident, large ego, clingy but badass so it doesn't matter."
"What an active imagination you have," I said.
"Shut it, don't act like you didn't think the same."
Well, she isn't wrong. I did think the same.
"Once you get to know him, he's a sweet guy," Kaylee said. "We just broke up because I felt like it was unfair for us to date, I didn't see him the same way he saw me."
What a strange turn of events. Here we are meant to be writing and now it's all coming out. I wonder what Ethan thinks of this? 
I look over to him to see that he isn't listening. His eyes were still locked onto Simon who had left the room. Even though he was on the floor below us now, Ethan was able to see him through the walls.

"Alright, is everyone ready?" I asked.
"I think so," Ruby said.
"I'm ready." Sean and Lily said together.
"This is bad, but I think it's done," Ethan said worriedly.
"Ready as ever," Kaylee added.

The first one to start was myself. I decided it would be easiest to go for a Haiku, all I needed was three lines, the first being 5 syllables the second 7 and the final back to 5. Seemed easy at first, but then I realised that writing a good haiku is hard. So this is what I have.

"Love is a big treat
I wish that someone would see
That love is a lie."

It was a rather simple poem. I think it was very effective at getting my point across. Even the others are speechless at my amazing attempt.
"I also did a Haiku, I shall go next." Sean volunteered himself.

"I really do love
To play sports and run all-day
Sports is so much fun."

The others clapped to Sean's little and simple haiku. I mean, sure it was good but it wasn't as good as mine.

"I shall go next," Ruby said.

"I saw an old man dance
He smiled at me in the middle of France
I don't know how I ended up there
But he seemed to be eating a pear
This seemed like his attempt at romance"

It was decent. I'd give it a 6 out of 10. Attempting to rhyme dance and romance was a bit of a stretch but I guess it works in some cases. Can't say it's about love thought.

"Me next me next." Kaylee jumped with excitement.

"At the dock, I always see people in love
They just fit like a glove
Perhaps they each want to live
I wonder if they have any to give
Would it be bad if I gave them a shove?

Damn, that was pretty funny. Kaylee got all of us to laugh and smile. It was simple and cute. It had a rather warm ending to it.

"These are all so good. I don't know if I can beat them." Lily said as if she wasn't about to bring out the Mona Lisa of the writing world.

"Do you remember when you saw me that day?
I looked at you for so far away.
Our eyes noticed one another.
It seemed as if you were with your brother.

I attempted to talk but couldn't speak.
I wonder when my voice became so meek?
I wish I could fly with you.
If only you knew.

Would it be easier if I explained?
I hope you noticed how I'm chained.
The day you spoke made my heart flutter.
I wanted to say it, the three words I mutter."

It didn't matter at this point what Ethan had written. It was pointless to compete against Lily. Her writing ability is unmatched so we may as well all concede.
"That was beautiful," Kaylee said through tears.
"I know right," Ruby said drowning.
"Ethan, do you still want to attempt yours?" I asked
"Ah, well, I'm not sure. After that, I can't compete."
I didn't blame him for not wanting to try. It would discourage anyone. I looked over to his paper to see if I could catch a glimpse of what he had written. It didn't seem like much but the title stood out to me. "Love is dead." It read. Well, now I have to make him read it.
"Well, Ethan. Why not give it a go, you might just have something."
"I don't know. It seems pointless."
"Why not give it a go?" I said tightening my grip on his shoulders forcing him down.
"Ah, ok…"

"I wished it was like the stories.
But here I am stuck in these quarries
Forced to never climb
I never did find the time.

I wanted to say I had fun.
But I just watched you run.
I didn't call out
I really wanted to doubt.

I never saw you again.
You said I was your bane.
I didn't understand then
But when I looked back, I noticed it all."

We were all shocked at Ethan's poem. It was good. It was surprisingly good.
"Sorry if it seemed rushed." He said modestly.
"Yeah. No worries." I said. "ALRIGHT! Hands up if you think Lily wins."
It was unanimous. Everyone voted for Lily. We didn't expect anything less. She was simply the best. Each time we try something like this, it will always be Lily.

School can either be the best time of your life or the worst. Either you are going to spend it being super popular and talk to tons of good looking people, or you will just be stuck at the bottom of the barrel with everyone else.

The last few years of your school experience are the most important, who knows what will happen. Will you find love? Will you fight your friends? Will that girl you've had a crush on since the beginning finally remember your name and stop talking about her ex? Well if you want answers to any of these then look somewhere else, because these guys don't really know what they are doing with themselves.

Stuck in-between "really socially awkward" and "we have some female friends so are we cool yet?" these three British teens experience their last years of school just like everyone else. With extreme anxiety, awkward conversations, stressful exams and the hope that maybe they'll get a girlfriend. These three just seem to be enjoying it while they can.


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I just write this for fun so don't expect something amazing.

You'll probably find spelling mistakes in some chapters but that's part of life.

NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER, Continued
June, 2009
SOUTH WALES, NY

Like a waif seeking shelter, Lys had fallen asleep with her head on my chest. I don't remember a tenderer moment. I was happy, looking forward to the progression of this affair, which it felt like it was destined to be. I was surprised at the way it had gone, after so many stops and starts and contradictions. I stayed awake another half hour, not moving so as to let her fall into a solid sleep.
She was gone when I woke. I don't know how or when she slipped out, but I think it was shortly before I came to. When I got to my first summer school class, I got a surprise.
The kids were grinning and making faces like they knew something was up. They usually don't laugh like that unless it involves something below the belt line. My fly wasn't down, so my mind went to other possibilities. It wasn't until I asked two counselors - members of the tennis team I coached - what was up that I got the answer.
Some of the counselors staying in the cottage on the hill were walking to breakfast about the time Lys pulled out in her top-down Beamer, probably in her mirror-lens Serengetis. They had seen her make the long, slow wind down my driveway to the road. At least ten campers had gotten a good look at her, and I know how she looked. The story of "Mr. Courier's Lucky Night" had made the rounds.
'Ah well,' I thought to myself. I don't like this sort of advertising around campus. I usually try to stay low-key. But you have to live your life.
****

NARRATIVE of WARD COURIER
July, 2009
The TOWN of ORCHARD PARK, NY

It was later in the summer, and Lys was off on another of her walkabouts. I had no clue when I would hear from her again except that it would be "a couple weeks." I'd had plenty of time to process things since our one dramatic conversation, and I needed it.
All Lys had told me about herself, her erratic button-pushing, her mood-swings from chilly to frenzied, her stymying behavior... The whole picture came together.
She was a stunningly attractive young woman driven to edgy act-outs. She had X-Games genes. She had been put off men by her overprotective - or possessive - father. She was driven to travel and pull up roots and push off entanglements everywhere she went. She left a trail of broken expectations wherever she touched down. Her only connection with Western New York was to her mother who wasn't going to live here long. She was like an autumn leaf, flying off a tree and drifting according to destiny. It was actually poetic. Based on what I knew of her and that one close conversation, I worked at and nearly completed a poem which I was trying to turn into a villanelle. It was just taking me some time to be sure it was proper even after it was outwardly finished. I meditated about it a lot.
I should tell you that I find the villanelle a damn hard thing to write. A villanelle is a very tightly structured poem of nineteen lines. It's got five three-line stanzas called tercets. It's got a four-line stanza at the end called a quatrain. That's the easy part, because there are prescribed repetitions of the same two lines.
Sylvia Plath ("Mad Girl's Love Song") and Dylan Thomas ("Do not go gentle...") wrote two wonderful twentieth-century villanelles. James Joyce put a good one into the work of his younger alter-ego, Stephen Dedalus, in "Portrait of the Artist..." I didn't think mine about Lys was anywhere near as good as theirs, though I do believe it held up as a poem and that it had some good lines and made some sense.
Because of the eight repetitions of the same two lines (they call that a dual refrain), the poem only has thirteen different lines in it. That might make it sound one line easier than a sonnet, which has fourteen. But then each of those repeating lines in the villanelle has to be even heavier.
There's no room for dead weight in a villanelle. There isn't in a sonnet, either, which feels like a tortuous form to some people. Sonnets are often rhymed, but a traditional sonnet has no fixed prescriptions but line number, and often line length. Pentameter - fundamentally, ten syllables per line - is customary in English, at least for poets who want to stay traditional. But the sonnet doesn't have to feature the repeating lines.
That, to me, is really the trick about the villanelle: those identically repeating lines. They not only have to appeal to the ear and the inner eye but they have to make condensed sense and be stitched so perfectly each time where they fall.
The villanelle is the Devil. I confess that I can't write a good one. I haven't yet, anyway.
I also thought about the relationship with Lys. I felt a sudden sense that I had let her down. If anyone ought to be wise and understanding, it should be someone who poses as wise and understanding. I realized that Lys' whole trip with me could have been an adult repetition of some of the discipline problems I had when I was a young teacher.
Not every act-out is a challenge that has to be met and conquered, though rookie teachers often see it that way. Sometimes act-outs are calls for attention, which is another way of calling for help. In an adult, amorous sense, this could have been the same thing with Lys. Compassion came over me, and admiration.
This girl may not have been sexually frozen, but she was amorously unusual. I got it. She didn't need a conquering hero, a canny 007, or a stern-lipped tough guy. She needed a man to be a bit of a big brother. Once I got that, my nurturing sense was touched.
It was during the period that I was working on that poem, that demon villanelle, and not knowing when I would see Lys again that I drove into a convenient in a nearby village to get some gas. I spotted Lys with a man and a woman about her age on their mountain bikes. They were getting air for the tires of one of the bikes and sipping on water bottles. There was no dirt on any of them, so I presume they were doing the roads.
"I just got in," Lys said, standing beside her Pete Fisher. "I was going to call you."
"No worries," I said, or something affable like that. It did take me by surprise to find her back and settled in. I would have counted on a little shout-out.
Lys looked OK. She actually was in a lot better emotional shape than I would have expected. She didn't introduce me to her friends, and I could tell by their lack of eye contact that they weren't interested in introductions. I did notice them. One was an athletic-looking, short-haired, middle-sized white guy. He looked like a clean-cut succeeder, good at anything he applied himself to. Same for the woman, who was sturdily built, short-haired, and attractive. I had the haunting sense that I had seen them both before, possibly with Lys in one of the pubs.
We made an arrangement to call each other and that was the end of it for awhile. I kept writing and playing tennis and enjoying the second half of my summer and otherwise living my life. People all grieve their own way, in their own time. I wouldn't want somebody asking me questions or passing judgements about what I had to do to work out the karma.




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.

Huo Shaoheng's eyes almost lit up after he heard Gu Nianzhi complete her analysis.
However, he quickly calmed down and discreetly shook his head, replying gruffly, "That makes sense. It can explain many puzzling questions."
"Oh, really? Which questions made you feel puzzled, exactly?" He Zhichu smirked and asked sarcastically, "Or do you still need Nianzhi to explain any further for you?"
Gu Nianzhi looked down, pursing her lips, and said quietly, "...Actually, I've never believed that human race improvement and optimization can actually be realized using such destructive and invasive means."
When she heard Huo Shaoheng talk about Operation Borrowed Seed, from the very beginning, these suspicions began to grow in her mind.
From the way she saw it, using this type of research method would no doubt lead to a dead end.
"I agree with your perspective." He Zhichu looked at Gu Nianzhi in surprise and said, "You actually grasped the key to this issue if you are able to think about it that way. This type of method would absolutely never result in true technological advancement."
Gu Nianzhi didn't have memories from before she was 12 years old, yet she still had this kind of intuition.
He Zhichu couldn't help but think optimistically. Didn't that mean that he should have somewhat of a position in Gu Nianzhi's heart?
Huo Shaoheng balled one hand into a fist to rest his chin on. He thought for a moment, then said, "...This explanation does make sense. After that Japanese numerical unit lost the war, they handed over nearly all their human experimental data to the winning countries. This was the only set of data that was never handed over.
"This was because the data didn't involve typical human experiments. If it were actually handed over, the winning countries would never be able to accept this kind of pure evil sin, even if they had their own ulterior motives.
"This also explains how Nianzhi's grandfather, Gu Haoze, would later on use all sorts of ways to remove the experimental data from the Gestapo headquarters."
Reinitz also thought it over and replied succinctly in German, saying, "The data was not about the optimization of the Huaxia race, but… Data targeting weaknesses in the Huaxia genetic makeup? If that's the case, now I also understand why our bureau's predecessors would write such contradictory things in their memoirs."
Perhaps they could also tell what the data was actually about, but this was the kind of thing that still challenged the people's ethical perspective at the time. So, the bureau chose to reveal selective things, or flat out stay quiet about others.
The Nazi race optimization eugenics program was also very evil, but its main purpose was to optimize their own race.
As for what the Japanese did, they actively chose to drag down another race when they discovered that it would be impossible to optimize their own race.
In other words, they would be number one if they killed the person running ahead of them…
That kind of perverse and shameless mentality would forever prevent them from being the ultimate winner.
"But if your grandfather Gu Haoze was only an accident and an uncontrollable factor that occurred within the experiment, why didn't they simply kill him off? Why did they send him to the Gestapo headquarters in Europe, instead?"
Huo Shaoheng thought that there had to be something else they didn't yet understand.
Gu Nianzhi nodded and said, "I am still thinking about this point. Huo Shao, do you remember why the Gu family had adopted gu Yanran and her mother, Gu Jing?"
Huo Shaoheng stiffened slightly as he replied, "You are saying that the Gu family's genetic disease was rooted in Gu Haoze? And that Gu Haoze's genetic illness was a consequence of the race optimization operation?"
Gu Nianzhi began to laugh. "Huo Shao, your brain works even faster than mine does. Right, this is exactly what I meant," she said.
So, there must be a reason why they had no choice but to do this.
However, this point was not related to the topic of discussion at the moment.
Gu Nianzhi said, "Afterwards, the data went missing. Because our country won the war, Japan could no longer capture our citizens on a large scale in concentration camps to conduct experiments as they did during the war years. So, they have returned to the first goal of Operation Borrowed Seed, which was to optimize their own race. Coupled with the development of science and technology, it was unnecessary for them to continue using that kind of stupid method to conduct race optimization experiments.
"…That's why they set up all these clinics treating infertility. They are now able to steal the reproductive cells directly from the patients seeking treatment, and conduct artificial insemination and reproduction to observe the results of optimization."
Huo Shaoheng walked back over to his laptop to open another folder.
Gu Nianzhi agreed completely, saying, "My father must have also discovered their intentions, so he chose to use this method to warn the people trying to look for the data."
"However, why didn't your father report these clinics directly to the authorities if he discovered that they were conducting similar experiments?" Reinitz asked curiously. "I thought he hated this kind of thing more than anything."
"Of course he hates it, but do you think my father alone can fight against the power of an entire country?" Gu Nianzhi glared at Reinitz as she said, "After all, I investigated these clinics myself. They are genuinely researching how to optimize Japanese genes, but are not involving any Huaxia genes. So, I think that my father was strictly monitoring these clinics to prevent them from doing anything that would harm the Huaxia Empire."
Reinitz shook his head. With a smile, he said, "Cereus, you've never even seen your father before. How are you so certain that he's actually a good person?"
Gu Nianzhi's expression was resolute as she said, "I know. I know it for a fact. My father is absolutely not a bad person. Not only is he a good person, but he is a rare and capable good person.
He Zhichu averted his eyes in silence, no longer able to stand looking at Gu Nianzhi's expression.
Huo Shaoheng was about to add a few comments to Gu Nianzhi's idea when he looked up and saw He Zhichu look away. He thought that something didn't feel right.
But He Zhichu always spoke vaguely and changed the topic. Now he was even using Gu Nianzhi's presence as a condition of telling the truth.
Huo Shaoheng decided to stop trying to get any information out of He Zhichu. He was also wary about taking the few things He Zhichu had already said as facts.
He needed to resume his previous work method. Just like Reinitz, he would doubt everything and rely on himself to prove everything.
…
"Earlier, I demonstrated my conclusion using the three perspectives of premise, history, and follow up. In other words, Operation Borrowed Seed did not succeed. The operation to exterminate the Huaxia race did not succeed, either."
Gu Nianzhi looked up with a smile and stared at the curved screen TV in front of her.
Huo Shaoheng had just opened a new folder, which was the handwritten English poem that Gu Nianzhi took a photo of in the Dass clinic's consultation room –"A Little Girl Needs Daddy."
When the framed and wall-mounted poem was enlarged on the curved screen TV, Gu Nianzhi suddenly thought the poem's shape looked a bit familiar.
The swirling handwriting of the English poem was filled with curves and lines that spun together to create each word. Each word actually looked like a flower.
The framed handwritten English poem consisted of short and long lines intersecting like flowering vines that seemed to form a complex picture.
If someone who didn't read English saw this poem, they would probably think it was a picture as opposed to a poem.
An abstract drawing made up of black and white intersecting lines.
Gu Nianzhi's mind suddenly felt enlightened when she thought that this was actually a picture.
She pointed to the TV screen and said, "...Look at this. Doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a picture when you observe the shape?"
"What picture?" He Zhichu glanced at it and said, "I can't tell."
Huo Shaoheng stood behind the desk and stretched forward. With both hands bracing against the desk, he looked up at the enlarged handwritten English poem displaying on the TV screen. He nodded thoughtfully. "It does look a bit familiar," he said.
"Isn't that right?" Gu Nianzhi grew excited as she said, "Tell me, doesn't this handwritten English poem look like a map of Africa?!"
Huo Shaoheng squinted his eyes and slowly straightened his body. His eyes stared at the picture unblinkingly.
Gradually, he stopped trying to decipher the handwritten English words and purely examined it as though it was a picture.
As expected, the picture appeared increasingly similar to the map of Africa in his memory!
Huo Shaoheng bent over and immediately opened a map of Africa on his computer. He put it beside the handwritten English poem.
Everyone could now see it with the comparison.
The handwritten English poem was laid out in a method that was nearly a mirror image of the general shape of Africa.
Gu Nianzhi couldn't help but grab the mouse from Huo Shaoheng and take things into her own hands.
She opened a photo editing software and first copied the map of Africa on it. Then she also copied the handwritten English poem to allow the photo editing software to find the overlap between the two.
With the help of the photo editing software, Gu Nianzhi quickly discovered a very obvious bright spot in the bottom corner of the two images.
It was where the English word 'there' was located.
The last two lines of the poem read, "So diving deep or soaring high, she'll always find him there."
Gu Nianzhi's heart plummeted.
She quickly marked down the point where the word 'there' overlapped with the map of Africa, then opened the marked-up image of Africa and inputted it into GPS software to look for the coordinates.
Huo Shaoheng, He Zhichu, and Reinitz all quietly watched Gu Nianzhi quickly use the computer and discover the message her father had left behind.
The map software took less than one second to bring up the coordinate data.
"33.9249° South, 18.4241° East."
Gu Nianzhi laughed. "It's 33 degrees 55 minutes south latitude, 18 degrees 25 minutes east longitude. The location this latitude and longitude points to is the second-largest city in the southernmost country in Africa – Cape Town.
"It's there. My father must have left something in that place."
When Huo Shaoheng saw the latitude and longitude and the name of Cape Town, his brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
How could it be such a coincidence?
In order to find the true whereabouts of the flight MH210 that Gu Xiangwen had been on, he sent Zhao Liangze to a station on a small island in the Cape of Good Hope to facilitate the search of the nearby waters.
The Cape of Good Hope was the landmark of Cape Town. It was only two kilometers away from the city, which is completely within walking distance.


Gu Nianzhi had no idea how to get the aloof and handsome Major General to fall in love with her. 

His eyes were dark and serious. "...Seduce me. If you can do it, I’m yours." 

Gu Nianzhi: "!!!"

Disclaimer: The following stories contains sexual assault, rape, nonconsensual acts, mentally abusive relationships, and violence towards women. Readers are advised to proceed with caution.

When Qing Chen and Feng Xuan went home, they did not waste time and got started with the tattoos and the clues. Qing Lok had been home since the afternoon and already passed a bunch of paper for Qing Chen to look at.
Feng Xuan was more than surprised that when she got in the door, she found Liu Meilien walking down the stairs.
"Oh my god!" she exclaimed and went in to hug the other girl. "You're here!"
Liu Meilien nodded but there was a look on uncertainty in her eyes as she turned to greet Qing Chen. "Thank you for letting me stay."
"No worries at all," Qing Chen replied to her as if they had known each other forever. "If we devide the estates, this would be Lok's." He smiled. "You might as well get familiar as early as now. Dinner?"
They all followed him to the dining area. Liu Meilien clutched Feng Xuan's arm. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I'm so nervous!"
"Why are you nervous?" Feng Xuan chuckled. "They are nice boys."
"But what about… what about the eldest brother?"
"Oh, Wuming! You're nervous because of him? He's a ray of sunshine! You'll absolutely love him. He acts like he's the youngest of the three of them."
Liu Meilien squeezed Feng Xuan. "I'm really scared."
Feng Xuan heard the horror in her voice she stopped walking and faced her step-sister. "Do you want to go home?"
"I don't think so. I'm just feeling a little jittery I guess. New house and all that."
Feng Xuan sent her a reassuring smile. "You might be scared with the things that you would see around this house. But I assure you, there's no place safer. Okay?"
Liu Meilien forced her lips to spread. At least it was a smile. "Okay. And you're going to be here, right?"
"I'm not going anywhere."
**
It was a short dinner, none of them barely got anything in their stomachs in their excitement to get right back into action.
Qing Lok passed a collated folder to his brother and flipped its pages, pointing on the picture of his tattoo. "Okay, so one of them," he gestured to the team, "suggested that there is another layer in your tattoo. These," he pointed to the frame of the tattoo, "is glass and that the cracks on it, could actually be a map."
Qing Lok turned to a new page, which featured a rough draft of the isolated layer of the cracks. Then he flipped to another page. At the top, it said "trial #1". The next page said "trial #2".
"We're still trying to make up patterns and see if we get a match somewhere," Qing Lok said. "But it could take days. There are endless possibilities. But I'll switch the teams to make sure that we're working around the clock until we find something."
Qing Chen took a closer look at the picture of his tattoo. How come he never saw those cracks before? They were so thin. And who would've thought that…
Then he saw something. "You're right, this is glass."
"What?" Qing Lok said and huddled to his brother.
"I think, this painting is giving you a view of the person from the inside of a house, I guess? This is glass," he pointed to the cracks. "Then… we see the mountains, then the patch of water. Do you see it?"
Qing Lok took the picture. "You're right. But what's the rose doing in the middle?"
"I think the rose is INSIDE the room." Qing Chen pinched the bridge of his nose. "I cannot believe Mother painted something like this. Of all the times she painted with color, she decided to make this one black and red."
Qing Chen turned to the team. "Who figured this was glass?"
A small lady from the corner of the room, raised her hand without looking back, her fingers a blur on top of the keyboard. 
"If you are right," Qing Chen said, "I'd be more than happy to feed your family for life."
"Thank you, sir," said the girl like she was not at all impressed.
Qing Chen turned to Qing Lok with a shocked look on his face.
Qing Lok grimaced. "She could get a little moody. But really smart."
Qing Chen turned to the other pages and found a new page where the "trial #n" stopped. "What's this?"
"Right," Qing Lok said, gesturing to the rose. "Kind of a stretch but rose means Valentines, right? I mean, no better occasion. Our good old friend, Edgar Allan Poe, has a poem titled just that." He flicked to the next paper. "Here's the copy of it."
Qing Chen read the poem. 
For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
Brightly expressive as the twins of Leda, 
Shall find her own sweet name, that nestling lies
Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
Search narrowly the lines!- they hold a treasure
Divine- a talisman- an amulet
That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure-
The words- the syllables! Do not forget
The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor
And yet there is in this no Gordian knot
"Search narrowly the lines they hold a treasure," he repeated. "Was she talking about the map or what? El Dorado is also about finding gold—which is treasure and then this poem also beckons you to search for something. Should we establish that she was really trying to make us find something?"
Qing Chen turned to Feng Xuan and it chipped her heart because he looked so helpless. She knew that he wanted to find the answers, but looking at him feeling miserable at what they were about to find, made her doubt if she made the right decision on supporting his decision of finding his mother.
Feng Xuan nodded as an answer to his question. She had the brains but she had no clue on who their Mother was. She didn't know how her mind worked.
Qing Chen turned to Qing Lok again. "Are you sure we're really reading into things in the correct order?"
"If it doesn't make sense then we'll try again. Try and try until we tire ourselves and quit, right?"
Qing Chen ran a hand on his tired face. He smiled at his brother. "At least, we could say that we did everything in the end. Now, tell me more about this poem."
"That's not the only peculiar thing in this poem," Qing Lok said and took a highlighter. "It's actually hides a name. EAP wrote this for a married woman he fancied or something like that. He hid her name here. That's the treasure he's talking about. 
"See this? The first letter in the first sentence is F. Then the second letter on the second sentence is R. If you continue doing this for the rest of the poem, you'll end up with Frances Sargent Osgood."
Qing Chen groaned. "You have got to be fcking kidding me."
Qing Lok looked ashen. "I think Mother is trying to make us find names."
"The question is: whose names?"


This message is to let you know that we're coming for you.

Yours truly,

The Mafia's Rose
— 

After her mother’s death, Feng Xuan was sent overseas to continue her studies and was under strict instructions to never come home.

Feng Xuan had always known she was going to marry someone she did not love. That was why she was not surprised that when her father finally allowed her to come back, she was off to be married immediately.

Upon marrying the handsome, somewhat brooding but caring, Qing Chen, a hotelier and the new mafia boss on the side, Feng Xuan started to realize that she might not be the woman whom she thought she was.

There was only one condition that allowed Qing Chen to marry Feng Xuan: he is to keep her protected from the world, and from herself.

****

This is a story about a woman who uncovers the long buried details about her life, the society, the world, and her mother’s untimely death. Along the way, she discovers who she really is; smart, ruthless, cunning, and powerful.

****

WARNINGS: (If you comment anything about this, I will direct you to read these AGAIN)
1. This is a slow-paced story, because of this ROMANCE CAME LATE FOR THE LEADS. I'm saying this again, LATE. There's a huge reason behind this, if you will be patient you'd get there. 
2. Male Lead is weak AT FIRST. As this story is slow-paced, character development took a while. 
3. Female Lead will start to reawaken around Chapter 80 and ML will rise into his full potential shortly afterwards--once you start reading you'll know why it took this long. 
4. This book is not just about the romance part, it is also has a lot of mystery and later on, action in it.

English is not my first language. Please do not hesitate to comment corrections regarding spelling and grammar. Thank you!

This is an original story.
The picture on the cover is not mine. Credits to the real owner.


Update schedule: One chapter a day.


Seiya was completely dressed in his clothes and had a box of chocolates for his Neighbors. Currently, he is standing inside the living room. It was just a normal living room with a tan rug on a wood floor, a small, glass table, two couches, a chair, and a TV. After looking at the room for a second, he then said out loud:

"So what do each of the skills do?"

[DING~, they pretty much are what they sound like, but I will give my Otouto an overview! Also, you can talk to me within your mind if I'm not in my hologram form.]

'Alright' 

[DING~, first, I will start with the Shop. The Shop has its tab at the top of the screen, clicking it will bring you multiple folders. Each folder listing different items of its class. For example, Potions, Swords, Whips, Blades, or even food. Depending on its rarity or power, the price will decrease or increase. But many of the powerful items require a certain power level!

Let's move onto the Skill Table! Similar to the Shop, it also has a tab at the top. Now please either, think about going to the tab or clicking it. As you can see, there are spiderweb-like patterns etched across the screen. Depending on the weapon you hold the skill board changes. For whips, you can turn it to a snake in some skills and for blades, you can increase their sharpness by a hundredfold on some. Their also some small skills that slightly increase speed, strength, intelligence, and the like. You earn Skill Points by leveling up, succeeding in tasks, or overcoming your limit! and that's pretty much it for that.

Status Board is the most popular when it comes to Systems. It lists your Name, Date of Birth, Age, Gender, Skills, and Power Levels for Strength, Intelligence, Speed, Vision, Vitality/Health, Stamina, Charm, and a few other things! You can get Status points by completing certain things, they are used to increase your status! I will show your Status after this.

Inventory! It is also quite popular with the degenerates of the world! As you can see on the screen, there is an enormous amount of boxes, with many of them blacked out. The stronger you get, the more you can hold. Each Slot can carry one item unless it a stackable one. Cash only needs one slot, as an infinite amount can fit in it. For swords and such, it will take an entire slot. Potions, knives, needles, and small things similar to those can fit three in a slot! To get these weapons/ Items, all Otouto has to do is imagine him holding them!

The last one is called Appraisal. It will get stronger with you as you grow. It can only tell you an item's name from 5 meters apart, but that is only currently! Slowly, the distance it can detect will increase, and also the amount of info it will give you increase. That is all this almighty Onee-san can do!]

Seiya sucked in an air of breath as he digests all the information. After sorting out his thoughts, he asks:

'Ayaka, Can you show me my Status?'

[DING~, Anything for Otouto! Here:
-------------------------
Name: Seiya Daxon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: February 15, 1996 (12 Years Old)
Skill Points: 7
Status Points: 27

Status:

Strength:23 (AVG 20)
Vitality:27 (AVG 25)
Speed:19 (AVG 17)
Stamina:31 (AVG 20)
Intelligence:21 (AVG 20)
Vision:25 (AVG 20)
Charm:18 (AVG 12)

Skills:
<Running: Expert>, <Cooking: Above Average>, <English: Expert>, <Japanese: Average>, <Appraisal: Begginer>
-------------------------

A slight smile washed across his face when he saw his Status. 

'Hey Ayaka, can I add the Status Points onto my Stats?'

[DING~, yes you may, just imagine adding a certain about of points onto each stat.]

"Yosh" he mumbled.
(A/N: Yosh means something along the lines of 'Alright')

-------------------------
Name: Seiya Daxon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: February 15, 1996 (12 Years Old)
Skill Points: 7
Status Points: 27 -> 0

Status:

Strength:23 -> 25 (AVG 20)
Vitality:27 -> 31 (AVG 25)
Speed:19 ->29 (AVG 17)
Stamina:31 -> 35 (AVG 20)
Intelligence:21 -> 26(AVG 20)
Vision:25 -> 26(AVG 20)
Charm:18 -> 19 (AVG 14)

Skills:
<Running: Expert>, <Cooking: Above Average>, <English: Expert>, <Japanese: Average>, <Appraisal: Below Average>
-------------------------

[DING~, I will also show you your Skill Board!]

'Thanks'

The screen glowed slightly and showed a webbed structure of skills. 

(A/N: I am struggling a bit on how to describe this. Imagine the Assassin Creed Valhalla Skill Board but like a 3D Hologram with much more options and zoom up/out ability. And instead of multiple stealth and such, it's just one you can upgrade multiple times!)

Saiya decided to upgrade his stealth to level 2 and Martial Arts to level two. As he did not have any weapons or any CQC learned. 
-------------------------
Name: Seiya Daxon
Gender: Male
Date of Birth: February 15, 1996 (12 Years Old)
Skill Points: 7 -> 3
Status Points: 0
Level: 4

Status:

Strength:25 (AVG 20)
Vitality:31 (AVG 25)
Speed:29 (AVG 17)
Stamina:35 (AVG 20)
Intelligence:26 (AVG 20)
Vision:26 (AVG 20)
Charm:19 (AVG 12)

Skills:
<Running: Expert>, <Cooking: Above Average>, <English: Expert>, <Japanese: Average>, <Appraisal: Below Average>, <Martail Arts: Below Average>, <Stealth: Below Average>

(A/N: Skill Rating go like this:
Godly
Expert 
Above Average
Average
Below Average
Beginner)
-------------------------

'I will save the other skill points once I have found a weapon I'm interested in.' He thought to himself as he took his slippers off and put on his tennis shoes.

Seiya opened the front door and looked at the lonely house. It was a beautiful grey color and with Orange-brown wood. It has a wooden sliding door and a small garden in front. 

(A/N: Here is a link for everyone: https://howard-international.com/wp-content/uploads/2018/12/ie-gaikan-genbutu-1-1024x768.jpg)

He began to walk to his right-door neighbors.

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[END OF CHAPTER]

Thank you for reading everyone! Sorry that nothing happened in this chapter besides describing things!
Have a good day! 

WORD COUNT: 1,011

Also, when I get Grammarly Premium, I will edit all chapters!

Status: Hiatus


The date is 3195, Humanity is struggling, food is becoming scarcer by the day and war between countries on another planet could happen at any moment.

There are many reasons why this is happening; overpopulation, mutated Covid-19, abnormal ores found in there, etc.

America and other small countries struggled the most due to the mutated Covid-19. They were left out of the box when the Vaccine was invented. 

America decided to fix their concerns by creating horrific weapons; AI with emotions and exact droid replicas of humans.

You combine them and you get fierce man-killing machines to slay your enemies. 

They are now winning most wars that are fought, carving a legacy in the history books.

Most would feel ecstatic that the countries were winning, but 2 droids are different from the rest. 

They found the underhanded tactics, dark secrets, human experiments and other nasty aspects of the human race. 

So, they built their resolve. They ran, killed, and hid.

Will you join them?

"Good morning class." A red-haired woman with green eyes and a big smile greeted her students, it's been almost a year since she started to teach in this school now, she only speaks in English to her students to have them quickly get used to it, but when necessary she will speak in fluent Japanese. "Today we have a new student that will join us, please greet Otosaka Yu." Amanda smiled as she politely introduced Yu, who could barely understand the things she was saying, he smiled, but if someone could see the corner of his mouth twitch as he was trying to keep his perfect smile and his 'Ikeman' or hot guy persona.

"N-nice to meet you. My name is Otosaka Yu." Yu spoke in broken English, which was very bad, but hey! At least he is trying. "Okay class, sit down now as we will recap everything that happened this last week." Amanda smiled, she liked this job because she could torture her students, you see, being an experiment changes someone. While Maw became an angsty man, Kevin became a masochist, she became a sadist. She smiled as her students groaned in annoyance as they had to repeat some things they did last week. "Now now... We have a new student with us, so he must have the... honor... to do it right?" She smiled as Yu froze, everyone moved their eyes and looked at Yu, smiling. They were happy to see someone else suffering from the same fate as them.

"W-what?" Yu asked as cold sweat ran down his whole body. "W-what do I have to do?" Amanda smiled, Yu had a very bad feeling about this. "Oh... All you have to do is read this out loud, and if your pronunciation is slightly off... Then everyone will have to read it out loud, in the same pace, tone, and speed." Amanda's smile grew wider as the pressure under Yu's shoulders grew heavier and heavier, suddenly it was broken by the slap of a book on the teacher's desk. It was an English book that he was familiar with... [Memento Mori].

One day, a month ago or so, his "uncle" sent him this book with a letter telling him to read this book out loud to practice, which he simply didn't do that much. He did it for, like, five days before he gave up and forgot about the book? Yeah, approximately 4 to 5 days. 

[Memento Mori] was a thick book, full of poems and letters to humanity as to remember that death is inevitable and that everything one day has to end. Be it life or even death itself. The book speaks about immortality, curses, pain, sadness, and death as the main theme, but there are other tales and poems such as the poem that he had to read. Named [Gardens of Elysium]

"Where the good souls rest."

"Where the Lethe lay nest."

"Where the waters are deep."

"Deep enough to sink."

"In the ocean of memories."

"In the camps of love."

"In the canopies of forgotten miseries."

"Where the heroes lie down to sleep."

"Where rest is enough to keep."

"Keep the memories away, if you take a sip."

"A sip from Lethe, river of forgetfulness."

"Or you may remember, restless. 

"So take a sip, take a dip. Till there's no more residue."

"From the river that flows through the gardens, the gardens of Elysium."

"The garden made for the good soul."

"Where the good souls rest"

(A/N: The poem above is written by myself.)

Yu's reading was somewhat smooth as he had read this poem before, he was nervous that he would mess it up and everyone would have to read it too, this would make him the hated kid in the class! As he finished reading the poem, he closed the book and sat down as the students were sincerely surprised, even Amanda was. She expected him to be nervous and read it wrong so she can have the whole class read it again, as she did last week. But this was good enough for now, she just nodded and resumed her lessons like nothing happened at all.

-Scene Break-

When class ended, Yu was greeted by Nao Tomori and Jojiro Takajo, both of them invited him to the student council room. And by invited I mean forced him to come, when he entered the room... There they were, three teachers, standing there in the middle of the room, not suspicious at all. "So... What's happening here?" Yu asked as he looked at the teachers, he knew only two of them, the blond guy and the red-haired woman, but this guy... Who's this guy, he has grey hair and great eyes, he looks more like a wolf than a human, his whole body gives this feeling of being in the presence of s predator. "From now on you are a member of the student council too. You see, this school was built to protect those who have powers from becoming experiments." Tomori answered.

Yu almost snickered, becoming experiment? Isn't that just a thing that happens in movies? And how the hell would they find him? 

"I know what you're thinking." Suddenly, the wolf-man said, his grey eyes locking on Yu's brown eyes. "It is in the lines of 'Isn't that just a thing that happens in movies? And how the hell would they find me?' right?" Yu was truly shocked, does this guy know how to read minds!? "No. i can't read minds... I can read bodies and reactions. The body reacts to every thought, emotion, or even a blink can mean more than a thousand words." The man smirked, it was a wolfish smile and Yu could see the man's canines and they were big... Bigger than a normal human. "But let me tell you something, you will be part of this council because there is no other option. To keep you safe, this school safe. All you need to do is investigate rumors of people using their abilities, so you may reach out to them and warn them, or even capture them if necessary." 

The man locked eyes with the other two teachers in the room, he smiled softly and said: "So you may not become an experiment too." Yu soon understood... This man was an experiment... "You would be lucky to end up like them," Tomori said, from behind him. "My brother still hasn't recovered." Yu was about to say something when the doors swung open and another student entered the room. Yu was shocked and jump scared by the student, who was soaking wet. He ignored everyone around him and pointed towards the table when he was near it, his hand just above the map on the table. When he suddenly said: "Power: X-Ray." After saying that, he left.

Yu looked around as everyone didn't find it strange at all and were looking at the table. "It seems like you have another mission." The blond guy smiled as Tomori sighed and Takajo smiled. Yu could do nothing but follow, as it was the rules, and he would be expelled if he didn't cooperate.

When you die and are selected to the [Afterlife Battle Royal] to fight again everything hag has died at the same time as you to the death again just to get the chance to have another life...

I was selected and won.

I got to spin the wheel of powers once, but luck was by my side because of what I got:

[Superior Adaptability] 

X-x-X

This novel's main character is gay.

He will be in a relationship with another man, I repeat, he likes guys.

So if you are not interested then bye.

Also, I've never seen a multiverse story with a gay main character or an LGBTQ+ main character in any crossover/anime world, so I decided to write my own. This will be no harem for I am terrible at writing those!

Also, the main romance is going to be introduced later on, I have decided on who to put my little gremlin hands on.

Slow-paced (I am serious)

Also, romance isn't the focus of the 1st world because I want to have a plot.

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