Super cliche fanfic tropes I will literally never get tired of... #prompts

As kids we dream big and wild our imagination over flow but as we grow we think that dream are just imagination but one believes that all dream are not just imagination or fantasy it's a way of following you're interested as a kid's dream to adults future and that one person is Oxine Ray

This is a novel about novels that I'd like to be made. Some wonderful ideas are here. Comment your ideas to get them added.

MAY 17th 2020

12 LIFESTYLE CHANGES TO MAKE IN 2020 TO CHANGE YOUR LIFE

I am so excited about all of this new year, new me energy.
I want to help you actually transform your life and be happy this year! I have written lots of posts related to this – and today I wanted to talk about easy lifestyle changes you can make that will actually change your life to be more meaningful and enjoyable.
Take action this year and implement some of these ideas, they will genuinely make a difference. I love all of these ideas because they are quite simple and will not be too difficult to make happen.
Above all, enjoy yourself and be mindful this year. Be ambitious and follow your dreams. You got this – and here are some ideas to get you started.

WAKE UP EARLIER / GO TO BED EARLIER

I love mornings. Wake up earlier and use that time to develop healthy habits and get a productive start on your day. Go to bed earlier to get plenty of rest so you can better enjoy your day.

LEARN SOMETHING NEW

A key pillar of personal development is opening yourself to new opportunities, experiences, and knowledge. Learn something new just for fun – go to a cooking class, learn how to sew, buy an online course about Pinterest. Whatever it is, learn something just for fun and for the experience, or learn something you really want to incorporate into your life or business.

INVEST IN YOUR PASSIONS

This is the year! Invest in your passions! No more "this is too expensive." Just compare it to what else you would do with that money, and shift your mindset to that this an investment for your happiness. If it really is too much, save up! So, start a blog, start a business, buy your art supplies. Whatever it is, make yourself happy and invest in your passions. It is not the worst use of your money.

COOK FOR YOURSELF / EAT REAL FOOD

I'm not gonna preach a perfectly healthy diet because everyone is different and everyone enjoys different foods. Make an effort to eat full, balanced meals though, whatever that means for you. It will do wonders.

CREATE A SELF CARE ROUTINE

Incorporate self care into your night or morning routine – journal, read a book, do some skincare, etc

Respect yourself and what you want, so say no more. Stop saying yes to sh*t you hate.
Be more spontaneous and enjoy life in as many ways as possible, so say yes more.

SAVE MORE MONEY

Put aside some money if you can and save for travel, experiences, and your passions!

REDUCE PHONE TIME

be mindful of the time you spend on your phone and on social media. Limit that time and focus on what is in front of you and develop strong, healthy habits. I wrote a post here about how to do a digital detox and being more mindful of your screen time.

START JOURNALING

Journaling is a great way to practice self care and discover yourself through your writing. Search Pinterest for meaningful prompts if you need some inspiration.

LOOK FOR THE GOOD AND PRACTICE GRATITUDE

Your life will completely change if you limit the complaining and instead notice all the good around you, and what you can be thankful for. I saw this example in another post and I love it:
instead of, "ugh it's monday."
try, "it's monday! I am happy and alive and ready for the week!"
Instead of complaining about your day, try and brainstorm good things that happened to you. It will brighten your mood and the world around you.

WORK ON YOUR GOALS DAILY

Don't forget about your goals, and try your best to actively work towards them daily. If you are genuinely making strides towards your goals you will feel amazing. I wrote a post here about how to actually achieve all of your goals.

PUT MORE POSITIVE VIBES INTO THE WORLD

Very similar to what I said about looking for the good, the more positive you are, the happier you will feel. Compliment others just for the heck of it. Help others. Complain less.
Make 2020 your year by implementing healthy lifestyle changes that can transform your life and help you accomplish your goals. I hope you found this post helpful, and I hope you have the year of your dreams.

The End.

At the age of six, Yoo Haneul received his first journal. It was a cute notebook with red cover decorated with his favourite cartoon characters, only 40-pages thick. The child had been imitating his father engraving his life into his own diary using whatever paper available so the young journalist finally decided to gift his son his very own notebook for his birthday. Haneul could read and write better than his classmates so he got into the hobby quiet easily despite his age. That first year, he only wrote when reminded so 40 pages were more enough.
Not for long though…
At the age of eight, Yoo Haneul finally realized feelings are more than just happy, sad and angry. As he took journaling very seriously, he began to struggle to describe the complicated emotions he felt throughout the day. The young boy also enjoyed reading the newspaper to refine his writing in order to squeeze as much information as he could into a page. His young mother could help him at first but soon realized his only boy has a talent just like his father. And so, on his eighth birthday, Mrs. Yoo gave her son a dictionary and some novels to read. For some, it was too much to present to a boy at that age but she knew he had potential and enjoyed the hobby so she decided to support it.
At the age of nine, everything fell apart. Mr. Yoo was killed while helping a drowning child and the young family was left without support. The young, jobless mother couldn't afford to pay the house loan, and her skills could only afford her so much. And so, Haneul left for the ghetto a few months after the funeral.
At the age of nine, writing became his only solace.
At the age of eleven, the abuse started. The young and beautiful widower had been the talk of town and caught the eyes of the main alpha of the neighbourhood. Struggling to make ends meet and keep her child alive, Mrs. Yoo surrendered their lives to the hand of the thug leader. It didn't matter that they suffer, as long as they live. And so, for the young Yoo Haneul, his nightmare began. His pretty face much like his mother attracted the younger gangsters – most of them taunting him with words of lusts, but never a hand. Because they were afraid of the house's alpha.
Everything changed that summer.
Haneul presented as an omega, a year earlier than normal omegas. The old alpha grabbed the opportunity to make money from him, advertising his upcoming heat for any takers. And all this time, his mother stood watch, saying nothing in fear that the man would leave them if opposed. To avoid the authority, Haneul was forced to stopped schooling and instead, helped his mother out with her flower shop.
Things got better when Mrs. Lim, a teacher from the only omega school in town, stumbled across the young Haneul only to realize he was not attending her school. She took action and forced Haneul to attend or risk being taken by social service, and so the man had to stop his horrible act for a while, that was, until he figured out how to hide the evidence.
And then things got worse.
At the age of twelve, Yoo Haneul finally gave his journals to his teacher. There had been whispers about him getting sold, but like every other whisper, he thought it was merely a rumour. But when his mother finally treated him like a real mother should that night, he knew he would never see her again. So young Haneul ran, with all his journals, hiding near the school ground until a guard finally found him. And when Mrs. Lim was called to help, he gave her his whole life. He was scared, and she was the only one he trusted.
Mrs. Lim kept him close and promised to protect him. And she did; his abusers never got the chance to touch him again. But they were never caught.
At the age of thirteen, a publisher called and all hell broke loose. Through the help of his teacher, his story made its way to a renowned true-crime publisher who wanted to use his journals for a book and expose what happened to public. Haneul was reluctant, but the promise of a better life was too tempting for the traumatized child still haunted by nightmares. And so, he agreed to reveal his whole life to the world.
It took a while until people realized they were reading about an ongoing case with the abusers still running free, and that put a pressure on the authority. Haneul's case became the talk of the country. But like every story, some started to accuse the publisher of fabricating the whole story unless they reveal who the boy is, and it quickly spiraled into a mess involving politics. And so, to keep the young Haneul safe from further slander, his face was revealed and Haneul was forced to speak up about his situation.
He was forced to do it. Despite him not wanting the attention. Despite him being afraid of adults.
He was asked to put on a strong front and tell his embarrassing, traumatizing experience to the whole country. In turn for the authority to finally take action against his abuser.
And they did. The man who started it all was imprisoned. But that was it. And Haneul was asked to be satisfied with just that.
But after all was said and then, things did not get better for Haneul. Because now, everyone knew who he was, everyone knew what he went through. They could never see him as just a child anymore. He was either a symbol of weakness or strength. People either sympathized or idolized him. They wanted to know how he lived, as if he was a celebrity. 
Yoo Haneul was just thirteen when people made him the poster boy for strength without his consent. And he was expected to fill that position or be criticized. He was paraded around, asked to give talks and inspire others when all he wanted to do was cry and hide. For him to appear normal, Haneul constantly had to see therapists and take pills to calm his nerves. He needed help to sleep, he needed help to interact with other children his age, let alone with the adults. He was greatly traumatized and yet he was expected to appear strong to be an inspiration to other victims.
He thought everything was over when it ended. But relief never came.
At the age of eighteen, Yoo Haneul decided to publish another book, this time, revealing to the world his truth. He wrote exactly how their ideals broke him, how their obsession turned dangerous at one point, and how he finally managed to cope with everything. The hideous truth so beautifully written it became the top seller, critically acclaimed despite being extremely offensive. People didn't know how to react to it – they wanted to criticize him for taking their 'kind attention' as an attack, but couldn't because it had become apparent what they did wrong. They wanted to criticize him for leading the bad life he did, but it was pointless because Haneul clearly admitted he did wrong. The adults were left speechless, and Haneul got his revenge and freedom back.
That was, until the teenagers mistook his writing as an act of rebellion and idolized him instead. But it didn't matter anymore. He didn't care. In fact, Yoo Haneul stopped caring and trying to fit in a few years back at the age of fifteen.
By the age of eighteen, his walls were strong enough nothing and nobody mattered anymore except himself.
At the age of nineteen, his controversial book got him a scholarship to pursue his study in Linguistic in one of the top universities in Seoul. Yoo Haneul grabbed the opportunity without giving it any further thoughts. Despite what everyone would say about the situation - that the university used him to get attention, the talented young writer knew he deserved it.
He had a year left before college and used that last year to build his name and prepare himself to be a successful writer. He had a long way to go but he knew better than to let fate play itself. He knew no preparation is enough preparation. And he knew nothing lasts forever.
And at the age of twenty, Yoo Haneul met the one who would finally break down his walls...
…an alpha named Jung Sangcheol.

Exposing his abuser through a controversial book was the best thing that happened to Yoo Haneul’s childhood. But growing up being pestered by the public turned everything against him, and now, the young author becomes the cold-hearted, indifferent omega who uses alphas to escape his reality. But then he was rejected by the soft, over-thinking alpha – Jung Sangcheol.

And a few bad encounters and a night of drinking later, the strong walls he built start to crack.

How will the nonchalant alpha break the remaining walls complete? And will the detached omega finally let someone in?

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An original campus omegaverse AU, with none of the heavy alpha-dominating-omega storyline.

[Warning] An angsty omegaverse with sensitive content. Not for the easily triggered. Proceed with caution!

Also, contains Mature Contents later in the story. It’s a slow-burn, sexy time comes later ;)

Monday, November 3, 2007: After a fruitful conversation with Luis, Carson feels a new sense of self. He has a better sense of what it means to support a loved one who is sick, managing his own well-being, and establishing boundaries. He is taking today off from school to be with Athena at her follow-up appointment with Dr. June. On his way to Athena's house, he grabs a warm beverage for both of them: a hot herbal tea for Athena, and coffee for himself. Athena comments on Carson's coffee habits.
"At the rate you are drinking coffee, opening a cafe might suit you well. I can take care of the customer service while you source the beans from around the world. We can hire Hector on as a baker, and have Luis manage payroll."
Luis works as an Accountant and prides himself on his budgeting skills. Hector teaches workshops that use drama and art to help individuals manage their mental health. Hector prides himself on his interpersonal skills. The two men complement each other as a couple.
"Don't forget, your siblings can help with entertainment and your parents with advertising. Since we are getting my parents involved with our cafe fantasy, we should include your family as well."
He drinks from his coffee and smirks at Athena. The two of them are walking to the Seattle University campus: don't worry, Carson reached out to his professor stating he is taking the day off from classes for a family emergency. Plus, his professors are chill and would not care if they caught their stare student walking around campus on his day off from classes.
"And what would we call our cafe, Carson? The Family Joint? Two Leaves and One Bean?"
"The name Caffeine on Point sounds nice to me. After all, our specialty would be coffee imported from around the globe and roasted in-house."
Carson and Athena share a laugh: Athena is the more sarcastic partner, but, Carson can match her any day. After his revelations from Sunday, Carson is feeling extra playful today. Athena grounds their conversation with a question.
"How was your visit with Luis yesterday?"
She sips from her tea and adjusts the hat on her head.
"Informative and fruitful. We discussed mental health, vulnerability, and coping mechanisms. I shared with my father how I am not the best when it comes to emotional vulnerability and how you are able to pick up on this."
Athena smiles at Carson's revelation. Carson continues with his answer.
"We also discussed the benefits of journaling."
Athena stops mid-way through her next sip of tea. She has kept journals in the past and recently started journaling again. Carson notices her thoughts and asks her to share.
"What is going through your mind, Athena? Another sarcastic jab over me taking up journaling?"
"Not a sarcastic jab, a thought. I used to journal a lot as a kid and have started journaling recently: I have not established a routine yet, and write when I feel compelled to do so."
"What compels you to write?"
"When I am feeling really emotional and about to burst. For example, after you went to see Luis yesterday, I took a day trip to downtown Seattle. I felt great and happy when I left my house. After arriving at Pike Place Market and taking in the sites for thirty minutes, the energy from my body started draining and I felt sudden anger."
"What triggered the anger and how did the anger manifest?"
Athena finishes her tea and holds on to the empty cup. She takes a few seconds before answering Carson's question.
"The anger itself was brief, it lasted for five minutes tops. My face grew warm, I wanted to cry but did not, and I had thoughts of 'why is this happening to me'. I am not sure what triggered the anger."
Athena continues verbalizing her thoughts as she sits next to Carson on a bench. They have made it campus and are killing time before Athena's appointment.
"Going back to journaling, after the anger subsided, I walked back to my house. On my walk, I did some processing on what happened to me at Pike Place Market. Once I made it home, I wrote down my thought process onto a piece of paper and tucked the paper into a kitchen drawer."
Carson finishes his coffee and holds the empty cup in both his hands. He noodles over what Athena has shared and looks at his watch. Since Swedish Medical Center is right across the street from the Seattle University campus, there is not a rush to get to the appointment.
Athena looks off into the distance: she is staring at the Ignition Chapel. The stained glass windows shine a rainbow of light onto the choir practicing outside. She turns her gaze a few feet to the right and catches a red cardinal taking off from a tree branch.
Time stands still between Carson and Athena. The two of them sharing a moment without words: a moment of peace. Athena asks what time it is and decides they should get a move-on. After all, being late is not something Athena enjoys.
Once inside the waiting area of Dr. June's office, Athena signs her name on a clipboard and hands over her insurance card. This routine will become all too familiar, she thinks, as she walks over to Carson. She reads a magazine while waiting for her name to be called.
"I wonder how long we will have to wait? There are quite a few people in the waiting area."
"My guess is thirty minutes, Athena. Want to place a bet? Whoever loses pays the winner with food."
"You have a deal. I am placing my bet on ten minutes."
The two lovebirds shake hands and are escorted to the back within twenty minutes. They will have to decide at a later time who won and lost the bet. Once inside the exam room, Carson pulls a chair next to the exam table. Athena stares at the wall in front of her. Dr. June nocks on the door and comes in. She greets Athena and Carson.
"Welcome back Athena, and who are you, young man? The last person I met was an older gentleman name, Hector."
"I am Hector's son, Carson. It is nice to meet you, Dr. June."
Carson and Dr. June shake hands. Dr. June pulls up a computer on the opposite side of the exam table: Carson is on the right side of the table, Dr. June on the left side of the table. She opens up Athena's health record and starts talking with the couple.
"How was your weekend and have you given any thought to my note, Athena?"
Athena speaks for both herself and Carson.
"Our weekend was restful: we had a date day and I spent some time in downtown Seattle. I have not given much thought to your note other than courses of treatment. You said if we start treatment right away, we may have a favorable outcome."
Dr. June can sense the questions in Athena's tone: "How aggressive will treatment be?", "What are treatment options?", and "How severe is my cancer?"
"I am sensing a few questions in your tone, Athena. I don't want to make assumptions and keep you in the dark."
Athena asks the questions Dr. June had suspected. She gives Athena a reassuring smile and addresses each question individually.
"We categorize cancer in stages: Stage 0 to stage 4. With stage 0 cancer, a patient has an elevated white blood cell count and lacks other physical symptoms. With stage 4 cancer, a patient has elevated white blood cell count, a low platelet count, anemia, an enlarged liver and lymph nodes. Since you have anemia, physical symptoms, and an elevated white blood cell count, I classify you with stage 2 leukemia."
Athena and Carson are holding hands: comforting each other and taking in everything Dr. June is telling them. Dr. June continue talking.
"There are several types of treatment available: chemotherapy, radiation, and a bone marrow transplant. A bone marrow transplant may be necessary down the road. I would like to start a course of chemotherapy if you are on board, Athena."
"Athena, honey, Dr. June is talking with you."
Athena has zoned out from the amount of information coming at her. She closes her eyes and shakes her head. Bringing herself back into the present. She addresses Dr. June directly.
"How often will need chemotherapy? What literature do you recommend I read to understand what I am getting into?"
There is a hint of hysteria in Athena's voice. Dr. June excuses herself from the exam room to gather literature for Athena. Carson rubs Athena's hand to comfort her.
"Carson, thank you but stop rubbing my hand. I am not angry, I am trying to absorb a lot of information right now."
Dr. June returns within five minutes and hands Athena two pamphlets: one regarding chemotherapy, the other regarding coping mechanisms during chemotherapy treatment. Athena briefly looks over the pamphlet and has some reservations about chemotherapy. From her Pharmacology and Human Anatomy classes, she has a textbook understanding regarding the side effects of chemotherapy. 
At the conclusion of the appointment, Dr. June and Athena settle on a date for Athena's first round of chemotherapy. The date is set for December 5, 2007: if an earlier date becomes available, Dr. June will contact Athena. Carson and Athena leave the exam room and wave goodbye to front-desk staff on their way out of the office. Carson tries to lighten the mood with a little joke. 
"Since neither of us accurately guessed how long we would wait for the exam to start, how about we call a draw? We can have lunch at my place or yours." 
"I think my cooking skills are better than your cooking skills. We can have lunch at my place."
Athena and Carson leave Swedish Medical Center feeling light-hearted and uncertain.

"When life hands you lemons, make lemon-aid". A quote to inspire anyone who is experiencing hardship to make a sour situation sweeter than honey.

Athena Rolland's future is looking bright: recently engaged to her longtime partner, finishing her undergraduate degree, and training for a marathon. All is well and good until her health starts to decline. How will Athena turn her lemons into lemon-aid? Will she lean into her support system or allow her lemons to sour her sparkle?

Brandon's POV

It was already five in the evening and I was pumped up to get back to the room and relax, but here I was walking up the stairs to get to the literature clubroom instead.

 The club president had called all the members in for a sudden session and effectively cancelled all my plans for a relaxation retreat. 
 
Oh wait, who was I kidding. Even if I went back, I would have had to work on the BL draft. 

I sighed and opened the door. " Aha, here you are. That just leaves Talia. We can begin as soon as she's here. " Shin, the literary club president said as he ushered me inside. 

I quickly took a seat at the long wooden table that was in the middle of the room. I always loved the feeling it gave off. It just finished the beautiful vintage vibe that the room was filled with.

 Bookshelves covered three walls of the room, which were filled to the extent that you couldn't see any empty spaces anywhere. The books were on loan to us by the university's library and were a part of a rotation system. Every six months, the entire collection would be swapped by another set and so on.
 
 The last free wall was the one with the door and had framed quotes of famous authors. As usual, I dazed off dreamily as I looked around. 

The door suddenly opened with an intense force and Talia, the high-pony-tailed girl stood at the entrance. " Oh my god, I am so sorry for being late. My class ended late as usual!!! " She said as she made her way to the seat next to mine. 

" That's alright. That's alright. " Shin said as he sat at the head of the table. " Alright, so most of the seniors know why we're all here. But since it's the first time for the freshers, I'll make an official announcement. " He continued.

The few of us who were new looked at each other to see if anyone knew anything.

 " So every year, the university holds its very own club fest, where all the clubs set up stalls to showcase their activities. 
 
There is also a contest at the end of the day for the most popular club, the most diligent club and so on. Are you guys able to follow? " He asked as he stopped to look at us. 

Talia, me and the others nodded and he continued.

 " So like every year, we have partnered up with the journaling club. Since our club is more about writing, the journaling club helps us by giving us an entire page of the club-fest special edition newspaper to showcase our writeups and they get an entire page filled.
 
 It's a win-win situation for both of us. 

But this year, due to the increase in the number of clubs and because they're short on members, they've reached out to us for help.

They want us to cover a few of the clubs, get information, get photographs and do an article on each of them. " 

 The seniors muttered amongst themselves as they listened. " We've got two weeks till the fest. And since this is a sudden meeting, we can't really put out all our ideas now. 
 
So what I want all of you to do is to brainstorm what our club's stall should be this year, and also brainstorm how we're going to split our time and members to help out the journaling club without affecting our preparation. 

We'll have our normal session tomorrow where we'll come up with a solid plan after hearing out all of your ideas. And yep, that's pretty much it. You guys can head back now. Any doubts? " He concluded. 

Everyone started talking to each other but did not raise any questions. Seeing that there were no doubts, Shin adjourned the meeting and everyone started leaving. 

I stood up and started walking out when Talia joined me. Talia was also one of my classmates from high school along with Kris. But I didn't know much about her since we were in different classes back then. 

" We're going to get swamped with work, aren't we? " She said with a frown. Talia was an engineering major and often had more evening classes instead of morning sessions. 

" I guess so. But it sounds like it's going to be fun too. " I replied with a shrug. " Oh, it better be. That's the only reason I would take on more work. " She said as she rolled her eyes.

" Alright, I have to go. See ya later. " She said as she ran off. I waved back to her and was left alone in my thoughts again. 

Guess I can head back now. I thought. 

Just then, a hand grabbed my shoulder and I jumped at the sudden movement. 



"Luke..." gasped Brandon as he pulled him into his embrace. "Don't you ever leave," he whispered as he buried his face into Luke's shoulder.

 A normal college life with a little spice is what Brandon thinks he signed up for when he joins college and moves into the dorm with his new roommate, Luke. 

 Trying to hide the fact that he is a romance author from everyone and realizing that his zero experience in romance in real life may pose a bit of an issue, his life takes a turn, when he decides to take inspiration from his roommate and bases the protagonist of his next book on him. 

 Read on to see what he brings upon himself as he mixes up his fiction with real life!!

[Write about your shopping wish list and how you like to spend money.]

 What is this "shopping wish list" you speak of? How I like to spend money? These are questions that don't apply to me! Were these prompts designed to be responded to by adults with jobs and money to spend?! This is ridiculous! Disrespectful! Blasphemous! Insidious! Discriminatory! 
 Anyway, if I had a shopping wish list, it'd probably only have computer parts, a trampoline, friends, and random interesting gadgets, because I've long since grown out of my "I want this and that" faze. If I don't need something that I want and can't reasonably obtain it, I just forget about it ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Now, about spending money…another thing I don't due. Uhhhmm......…if I had money to spend, I guess, besides necessities, I'd purchase tons of full-body costumes and decent-quality cameras to film myself and others walking around in public while wearing the aforementioned costumes! Sounds like fun.
Well…these aren't words for an entire post! Let me see…
If I had enough money to do extravagant things, what would I do? First of all, install fun contraptions and stuff in my house. I'm talking long slides, trampolines, foam pits to jump in, a swimming pool, an archery range, and TVs everywhere. Ooooh, and a petting zoo…but only containing common house pets. Maybe a tiger.
Besides those things, I'd also want to experience flight with the use of a wingsuit—THEY LOOK SO FUN TO USE! Jumping off a cliff or an airplane high over land and safely gliding to the bottom at tremendous speeds… Or, even better… Commission the construction of a skyscraper somewhere with tons of open space so that I can fly in a wingsuit from home! Never mind, a private helicopter would be simpler and better…
Quite tired and require sleep. Ending the post here.

365 days, 365 scenes.
Battles among supreme beings.
Poems about losing love.
Dragons showing mercy.
Kids stumbling upon magic.

This journey involves my answering of 365 creative writing prompts in a desperate bid to overcome my laziness.
The prompts come from https://thinkwritten.com/365-creative-writing-prompts/ and I write one a day.

THE SITUATION RIGHT NOW: I've gotten over the majority of my laziness. I'm unlikely to update this much. It's pretty much complete. The novel I'm working on is Dark Seas Leading Demise

     Later that afternoon, at 4:11 p.m., Kiyoshi left the city library with his research notes in his bag and head to a shopping mall to buy some essentials, as well as his favorite: stationery items. And upon arriving at the front entrance, he stopped at the middle of the busy corridor and look at his small, sleek notepad for his two shopping lists: one for stationery, and one for groceries/essentials. He then found out that the former was  numerous than the latter, which only contains regular items like vegetables and meat. So, he then checked his budget, which was located in the back of the page of the lists, only to find out that his budget for this shopping time was nearly exceeded by the amount of items he wanted to buy.
    "Wow, my budget seems to fit my lists," Kiyoshi commented to himself in his mind. He then shoved his notepad back in his shoulder bag, and resumed his shopping time. 
    At the mall's department store, Kiyoshi, with a hand-held, shopping basket in his right hand, browse through the aisles of the stationery section, searching for journaling supplies like stickers and highlighters. He do browsed for texture-printed memo and sticky notes, especially those like smooth marble. And upon seeing an aisle full of highlighters, colored pens, and other writing instruments of different kinds, colors, types, and brands. Thinking about the colors of highlighters he already had in his stash, Kiyoshi went for an aqua blue highlighter, before thinking that it would be a good one to his collection. He then tossed it into the basket after considering it as a good one. After that, he continue browsing through for more supplies for his journaling hobby. 
    After some time, Kiyoshi, once he had gathered all of his purchases, went to the cashiers to pay for it. And upon scanning the young man's purchases, the female cashier told him that the total price is 9,550 japanese yen. It, however, fits Kiyoshi's budget with minimum change, and he was willing to afford it right. Shortly thereafter, once was paid, Kiyoshi left the department store with his paper bag full of stationery and a receipt in it.
     Later on, by 5:22 p.m., he went to the supermarket to buy some ingredients for his homemade meals, like vegetables and spices. For today, the prices seem to be more like in average price, barely changing. Kiyoshi's favorite meats are fish and beef, and he buys more of them than other meats. Luckily, the 
prices of meat are average, enabling him to afford it without any problem. And as he walk down the aisle with a shopping cart, Kiyoshi double-check his list to make sure he didn't get the wrong product or get duplicates. He was very observant at what he was doing with seriousness. He then thought in his mind, "I must be careful with what I spend, otherwise things will go wrong, just like what mom told me to do." He then get a bottle of soy sauce when he realized he was ran out of that very essential ingredient of most of his delicious meals. After that, he get some packs of noddles for his hot meals like ramen noodles. It seems that it was a peaceful time for him. 

Daku Kamada is an outcast to society, and psychopath who tricks people into playing hide-and-seek with him, and once they were found, they are dead in seconds. 
 Kiyoshi Ishizaki is an ambivert of average scores and living. Despite being an orphan, Kiyoshi managed to live by himself, work so he could pay off his bills, study hard patiently, and hoped for a brighter future.
 But, a crossroads of these two men will occur that sets a stage where forgiveness and friendship will occur, especially one of them will have a second chance in life.

Currently, almost fifty children surrounds me and introducing themselves with big happy smiles. After the first two dozen arrives. Another two dozen rushes over out of nowhere. They're age ranging from five to twelve year old and all wearing swimming attire. I could only nod and smile back at their earnest introduction of their names.

Then, after all the introductions are done, and all the names of the kids memorized, a few older teenagers comes over and asks the children nearby to make space for me. The seven young adults then all line up and bows in a synchronize. Four boys and three girls. Strangely some of them have exotic hair colors.

"It's nice to finally meet you All Father," one of the oldest looking teenager, a boy around the age of sixteen with dark blue hair says so with a solemn smile. It seems he's the leader?

"We apologize for our younger sibling's behavior. They're too excited to meet you," another teenager girl with golden hair speaks up.

"Oh, I don't mind," they are just cute kids anyway.

"All Father. As you might have guess, we only appear here to introduce ourselves within your dreams. We did it as so your rest would not be disturb in such a way," another teenage girl speaks up. She has dark purple hair.

"Now, that we have establish this.....I will introduce myself first," an orange hair teenage boy says so quickly.

"Hey! I thought we agreed it's me first. I'm the oldest here,"

"I didn't agree anything on that!."

"Yeah! Just because you're the eldest doesn't mean you can boss us around," a red hair teenage boy speaks up and points at the eldest son. Soon, all of them starts to quarrel among themselves, while the little children before only laugh at them.

"Quite! You guys are being disrespectful towards the All Father," one of the teenagers who hadn't speak anything before, suddenly shouts at them. He have a sleek dark green hair with spectacles on. With that, everybody clamors down and sits quietly on the sandy ground.

"Now, I'll begin the introduction first," with that word everybody gives him a ridiculing look.

"My name is Vert. I'm the third eldest,"

"I'm next! My name is Jaune. The second eldest," the blonde hair teenage girl quickly speaks up. The black hair teenager raises her hand up as if declaring she's next.

"My name's Violet. I'm the fourth eldest," following her example, the next one raises his hand as well. It's the orange hair boy.

"My name is Koralle. I'm the fifth eldest."

"M-My name is R-Rose. The sixth eldest," a meek looking pink hair teenager raises her hand nervously.

"My name's Rouge. The seventh eldest," the red hair boy points at himself with a thumb.

"Finally, it's my turn. My name is Ciel. The eldest," so these are the oldest children I have among all of them. Wait, Kahu says there's more than a hundred. There's only almost half of those here.

"Umm, I heard from Kahu that there's more than a hundred. So, where's the other?"

"Well, the other sixty eight couldn't find a space in here. So, they have to wait their turn. Also, some of them are still too young," my first daughter, Jaune explains. Sixty eight more! Just how many kids do I have here?

"Umm. How many sibling do you guys have?"

"All of us are exactly one hundred and twenty," Vert replies confidently.

.......!!!!

I desperately need child support. Probably, upon my reaction the numbers, my eldest son promptly speaks up.

"No need to worry, All Father. All of us siblings take care of one another. We have been from the start since your slumber," Ciel quickly extinguishing my worries. Even though, I quite consider myself still young to have kids but, I can't complain now that I have such precious children now can I?

"But, still I'm the father of all you. I need to take my responsibility as a parent here."

"We know you want to but, you need to rest more, All Father. Probably, after you arise from your sleep then you can do so for us," Violet says softly. I still want to speak more about this matter of caring the kids but, their pleading gaze prompts me not to.

SIGH

"Alright," this is not me trying to run away from responsibility.

"Anyways, there's something I've been meaning to ask from the beginning. I've created all of you to take on any desirable forms you guys want but, how did you guys know how take these forms?"

"We construct our form from the memories and dreams you have, All Father. All of our current forms comes from this dream you have right now," Vert explains.

"So, the form you've taken are all duplicates from the memories I have?"

"Yes! Do you like this form of ours, All Father?" Koralle looks at me with eager eyes. Actually, all of the kids behind and the other teenagers look up at me while waiting to be praise. 

"Of course! Everyone of you looks so amazing. Truly amazing," Looking at all of them reminds me again that I now have kids. Children that I need to nurture when I finally become awake again.

They all cheer and smile at my words. Their innocent looks on their faces truly makes me want to protect them, even though I've just only met them. Is this how parents feel when they see their children for the first time? This sense of becoming a guardian and tutor for them.

Wait, matters about tutoring them. Isn't always better to teach them really early? I know that some of them have grown into young adults but, they still need tutoring and guidance. Also, even though that they just claim that they can take care of each other but, a lesson from a parent is still crucial.

The only way I see of working through with this is by teach them now in my dream. Tutoring within a dream, eh?

A young man thrown into a featureless wasteland discovers that he is no longer a human, but now a powerful being wielding the power of creation.

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