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Ako si Laura June, isang immortal. Ilang beses nabubuhay at namamatay. Kung ito ang aking huling buhay, paano ko ito gugustuhing matapos?

Hanbin dan June, dua cowok ganteng yang bersahabat sejak mereka belia. Hanbin yang ramah dan penuh dengan kasih sayang, selalu berusaha untuk menjadi sahabat terbaik untuk June. Sedangkan June, ia seorang cowok yang pendiam semenjak ibunya meninggal. Ia sama sekali tidak mempedulikan orang-orang disekitarnya, termasuk pacarnya, Bella.

Suatu hari, Bella merasa tidak dipedulikan oleh June. Karena merasa kasihan, Bi pun selalu menghibur Bella dikala Bella sedang menceritakan tentang June. Lama kelamaan, Bella pun berpaling dari June. Hanbin pun juga mulai jatuh cinta pada Bella, hingga akhirnya mereka menjalin hubungan dibelakang June.

Perlahan, June pun menyadari bahwa kekasihnya telah berselingkuh dengan sahabatnya sendiri. Persahabatan keduanya pun berantakan, dan June pun memutuskan untuk kembali ke Korea dan mengakhiri hubungannya dengan Bi dan Bella.

Baca cerita selengkapnya ya, guys! Selamat membaca :)

121. if love in my silence alone can give birth to 1512 (one thousand five hundred and twelve) poems which have various colors, then what if in the end love sided with us, and allowed me to have you completely, dear? Have you ever guessed what kind of rhyme I will contain? (1512th Poem, May 29 2017)
122. So long are my nights without you. Until I forgot, that solitude is a very cruel thing. (1532th Poem, June 2017)
123. A moment later, my reflection was hilly. I realized you that I always stared at, yet untouched by hope. I was silent, unable to say any more words. Because deep down, I understand, that I can't have you. So I beg you, let me love you in my own way; by writing poetry. (1533th Poem, June 2017)
124. And dear, all my good prayers today I will close at the same time as the evening sets. Hopefully, you are the answer I have been waiting for. Hopefully you, is the end of my search so far. (1547th Poem, June 2017)

125. Although all feelings are clearly insulated in the end, the boundaries do not become barriers. For all the beauty of love you have replaced. (1550th Poem, June 2017)

My poems were the first I wrote. Track record of how I became a writer. About love, sincerity, ignorance of what people say; the most important thing is my world is calm. Starting from the meeting stage, loving secretly, until the stage of letting go, now (me and my feelings) are immortal in poetry. || Temporary hiatus, currently composing poetry into a story.

The moment these words came out of his mouth, everyone had immediately turned their heads in the direction of June.
Within the eyes of Misa, Nisa and Maka Soma there was a questioning look, from looking at which June immediately understood that they did not know anything about it, but only the head elder had a surprised look in his eyes.
"Actually, this is the whole poem that is known throughout the generations of our Soma village", the head elder replied calmly without finding any kind offence in the June's words.
June also understood the intention and did not ask any further regarding it.
Actually, June had clearly understood most of the literary significance behind this folk poem. He did not know much about the literature works before, but he had enough common sense to understand that any kind of literature work could never thrive on just the fear alone.
The strongest ability of any literature work, especially like poems, stories, novels, plays, scripts and even the lyrics of a song is its ability to manipulate or juggle with the emotions of the reader, so that their mind may feel refreshed from any fatigue that they might have in the reality, and also helping the mind in dealing with the untamed emotions by giving a kind of pseudo experience to the mind  of the reader.
It is like in some cases, where reading the Romeo and Juliet will automatically alert the mind in some way or the another about the practical consequences of such actions in the society, so that in most of the cases our mind can subconsciously prepare by giving at least some kind of precaution or a warning in case the emotions start to roll out of control.
So normally, any famous literature work would naturally manipulate or juggle with the emotions of the reader in many kinds of different ways, but the thing is that, at least two balls are required for the proper juggling.
After all you can not juggle with just a single ball in your hands, but in this folk poem that was narrated by the head elder Hason Soma there was only one primary emotion, that was fear.
Like there was some kind of a warning hidden within these words.       
While June was wondering about the poem, a voice entered his ears.
"The name of this poem is 'Red Heavens'"
Said the head elder after resuming his original comforting elderly demeanor.
Then he started explain the real story portrayed in the poem.
As the legend goes, a very long time ago beyond those great mountains that could be seen in the northern direction, there was a kind of 'Holy City' that the people of Oma Hills region referred to as the 'White heavens'.
There were all kinds of mystical and supernatural stories regarding that city and the 'people' who used to live there.
Yes, that is right, "people".
It was a city of human beings and not deities but those humans had many different kinds of extraordinary abilities that were not a single bit less than the supernatural fiction when June heart it. With the least of it being that each one of them could at least fly.
For normal people living on these lands, this 'Holy City' had a very important significance because it very openly represented "Hope".
By this it meant that even an ordinary person who is the weakest born had the chance to reach there, and as the legend goes, you did not even need to have any kind of talent or special ability or even riches to find its way.
You do not have to do any kind of good things or bad things in order to be judged on the way to reaching that place.
There was only one way to find your way to that "White Heaven" and that was to awaken your "Will".
It was believed that for those people who have awakened their 'Will', doesn't matter if you are a new born child or a dying old man, even if you were to walk in southern direction, which was the opposite direction to the mountains in the north, still you could reach 'White Heavens' by taking just a single step.
This was the 'Hope' that was present in the hearts of all of the people that were alive at that period of time and they used to call it the "Will of Hope", their "White Heavens". 
And in fact, even the name of this place where they were currently living, that was called 'Oma Hills Region' also came from that holy city named "White Heavens".

What is science?

Study of laws of nature. A description of the rules that governs the world. 

Speed, acceleration, force, electricity, magnetism, space are nothing but names given to these laws.

June is the youngest physicist to gain Nobel Prize at the age of 25 for inventing a device that converts mass into energy.

Due to jealousy he himself becomes the victim of his own invention. His own body gets converted into energy that directly enters his soul. 

His soul crosses the barrier of life and death and he wakes up in a new body in a totally different world where knowledge is strength and body is the only weapon.

June finds himself in the beginning of an ancient era, era of Gods.

Jun Xizhu was also very depressed regarding this event!
She had changed the black clothes she would usually wear when she arrived in the Northern Wilderness. She had done this because she was fed up with them. And, she had then put on her favorite clothes since they presented her natural features. She had only dressed in white in front of some of her trusted aides.
Young Master Yu hadn't returned ever since he had gone out. So, Jun Xizhu was somewhat worried. Moreover, she had received news that Young Master Yu had started a feud with a clan that had sent experts to hunt the ninth grade spirit beast in the Northern Wilderness.
Jun Xizhu had come to fear that Young Master Yu might lose. Obviously, it would've been useless to send other people to help him. So, she had personally come to look for him. Jun Xizhu was the only person in the entire Dark Bamboo who could help Young Master Yu if were ever to get in some trouble by any chance …
She had come to look for Young Master Yu. So, it was obvious that she would first check Young Master Yu's old nest. She knew that Young Master Yu had come back here because he had some big reason.
Moreover, she was very curious about Young Master Yu's secret den since nobody had ever visited that place…
In short, Jun Xizhu had all kinds of reasons to come here looking for him.
She had just located Young Master Yu's den. But, who would've imagined that she'd bumped into these two young hoodlums who'd start to tease her. This had indeed left Jun Xizhu in an angry and funny mood.
Those whistles that were blown one after another had echoed ceaselessly in particular. Jun Xizhu had become angry, and had decided to teach them a lesson. However, they turned out to be acquaintances when she came over to look. Moreover, they were the pampered sons of two wealthy clans of the Middle Three Heavens.
Jun Xizhu had originally planned to scare them with her glare. In fact, she had planned to make them retreat by doing that. But, these two well-known and mischievous men had started to blow their own trumpet in an attempt to flatter her before she could even open her mouth to talk when she came over.
[They want to write an article and a poem?]
Jun Xizhu coldly glared at them, "Luo Kedi, you want to write an article? And Ji Mo, you want to compose a poem?"
Luo Kedi and Ji Mo started to shiver in an instant. Luo Kedi wiped his sweat. His head was unexpectedly steaming hot in such a cold weather. So, it was obvious that he was very distressed, "Jun… Jun Jun Jun… So, it's Minister Jun, ha ha. Ahwooh… Minister Jun, please forgive me… Ahm, ahm, ahm… we were just… he he, we were only joking… really… just joking… joking… just joking… joking…"
Jun Xizhu's gaze had become more and more cold. And, Luo Kedi was still wiping his sweat. He became increasingly dumbfounded as time passed. And, he eventually couldn't continue to say anything.
"Minister Jun, please calm down… hee hee hee hee… Minister Jun, please appease your anger… Give your rage a rest… supress your anger… this, this…" Ji Mo rolled his eyes as if his life depended on this, "You see… a man's heart can't help but admire beauty… All men have this… that…"
"What is this and that?!" Jun Xizhu became so angry that she couldn't control herself, and went totally all-out. She quickly grabbed Luo Kedi and lifted him up. Then, she punched the Second Master Luo's belly. She then knocked him on the ground with her kick, and stepped on his chest. Her charming face had become demonic by now, "Have you seen Young Master Yu?"
Luo Kedi and Ji Mo looked at each other, and put their hearts at rest, "Yes. We have seen. We have seen."
"Where?"
"He's in there… but, he hasn't come out yet. So, we are waiting for him here," both of them rushed to reply. [This woman is too scary…]
"In there?" Jun Xizhu heaved a sigh of relief. Thankfully, nothing bad had happened. Then she turned to see these two guys, and suddenly flew into a rage.
Jun Xizhu wasn't worried anymore since Young Master Yu was alright. So, she simply decided to wait for him here. And, she decided to teach these two se*ual harassers a good lesson while she was at it.
She kicked Luo Kedi with a 'bang' sound. The kick made Second Master Luo squeal like a pig. Jun Xizhu shouted, "Luo Kedi! Write an article for me! Quickly! Can't you write? You wrote one for your nanny, right? You're very talented…"
Luo Kedi's face turned yellow in pain, "Minister Jun, Minister Jun… this, this…"
"Hurry up and write!" Jun Xizhu furiously said, "I want to see a complete literary piece of writing today. Otherwise, you will get an article written for you by others, Second Master Luo. And, that would be for your funeral!"
Luo Kedi was continuously whining in his heart. Jun Xizhu's foot felt like an entire mountain when placed on his chest. He couldn't move even a finger. So, he was helplessly rolling his eyes. In fact, he even cried out for help, "Third Brother… Help me write an article…"
Ji Mo slowly turned around. He was about to rush off. But, he halted his footsteps where he was when Luo Kedi shouted. However, he had already lifted his foot when he stopped. So, his foot was in air at this moment…
[This bastard… I almost ran away. But, you dragged me back to suffer the same fate with you…]
"Oh! I almost forgot! Ji Mo, you wanted to compose a poem, right?" Jun Xizhu squinted and looked at Ji Mo, "Compose a poem within three steps you take! Otherwise, I will make Luo Kedi write an article for your funeral!"
Ji Mo jumped up with a pitiful scream. He cried loudly, "Luo Kedi… You bastard! I will get killed because of you now…"
Luo Kedi rolled his eyeballs up and down while being laid on the ground…
"Ji Mo, you start first!" Jun Xizhu's anger hadn't died down yet. So, she thrust her toe on Luo Kedi's chest. Luo Kedi's entire body trembled as a result. And, he shouted loudly, "Third Brother… quickly compose a poem. Quickly compose a poem… I… I, I can't take it anymore…"
Ji Mo spread out his hands… as if to give up. He felt so miserable that he wanted to cry, "If I could compose a poem… wouldn't I have done it by now? But, you want me to compose one quickly now?"
"Compose it. Quickly!" Jun Xizhu's complexion changed. The coldness in her eyes became more intense, "So, you were harassing me, huh? Is it fun to harass women?"
Ji Mo started to cry with 'boohoo' sounds, "We didn't know it was you…"
"Cut the crap!" Jun Xizhu shouted while emitting her murderous aura.
"I'm composing a poem… I am doing it…" Ji Mo stood motionless. He wrinkled his brows and racked his brain for a solution, "From above the heavens… heavy snow… is fluttering again…"
He unconsciously took the second step forwards and recited the second verse, "Making the waist of a big mountain turn white in June…"
"Puff…" Luo Kedi's whole body shivered as soon as he heard these two verses. His face had also turned red due to chocking. He could hardly move under Jun Xizhu's foot. But, he had still managed to laugh somehow.
"Are you laughing?" Jun Xizhu looked at him astonishingly, "Second Master Luo, you're very courageous. You genuinely don't seem afraid of death, ah…"
Luo Kedi's eyes turned white when he heard this. [I couldn't help it… what this motherfu*ker is reciting… can it even be called poem…?]
Ji Mo stumblingly took the third step as he finally recited the third verse, "Composing poetry in this cold weather…" He tweaked his cheek and scratched his ears as he pondered for a while. Then, he said, "Isn't that bad…"
Then, he bounced, "Wa ha ha ha… I did it…"
"From above the heavens, heavy snow is fluttering again; making the waist of a big mountain turn white in June; composing poetry in this cold weather isn't that bad?" Jun Xizhu twisted her thin eyebrows, "What a crappy composition…"
"You only said that I have to compose a poem. You didn't tell me that it must have a certain standard…" Ji Mo straightened his neck and contended on strong grounds. [I must struggle at all costs. I will certainly die if Jun Xizhu made me write one more poem… This poem was already the most meaningful poem I've ever composed…]
"Very well!" Jun Xizhu waved her hand, "Get lost! I will make the whole Ji Clan prepare for your funeral if I see you teasing a woman again."
Ji Mo bowed his head and nodded, "Yes. Yes. I am already engaged to a woman. And, Aobo is very good… I didn't want to do this. It's entirely that pervert Luo Kedi's fault…"
He covered his head and sneaked away like a rat. He was as scared as a stray dog in reality, and he swiftly rushed away like a fish that had just escaped a net…
"Ji Mo! You pig!" Luo Kedi cussed while being miserably laid on the ground. He hammered the ground with his hand since he was feeling too much pain, grief, and indignation.
"It's your turn now." Jun Xizhu looked at Luo Kedi and said in a cold voice, "Show me your literary talent."
Luo Kedi became vexed to death as he said, "Minister Jun… how about you stop beating me…"
"Stop your nonsense!" A cold light flashed. A long sword was pierced through the crouch-part of Luo Kedi's pant with a 'shua' sound. It penetrated through the cloth, and went into the snow on the ground. Then, the blade of the sword shook and issued a cold light.
It was ice-cold!
Luo Kedi's entire body trembled and his hair stood on end. He could feel the blade swaying and touching him down there. His soul flew beyond the heaven since he had been scared witless by this action. He suddenly felt a sense of urgency to jet-out from the front and back lower parts of his body…
"Spare my life…" Second Master Luo trembled.
"The whole generation of your Luo Clan will have to rely only on your brother Luo Kewu for an heir if you won't write an article…" Jun Xizhu insipidly spoke-up.
"I will write it!" Luo Kedi straightforwardly agreed. He then wrinkled his brows and pondered.
"Title… of my writing is — Admiring the heavy snow." Luo Kedi gasped for breath, "Would you let me stand up?"
"No!"
"Eh… No? No? Ok… Admiring the heavy snow… Admiring…" Luo Kedi scowled miserably and made a long face. In fact, it seemed as if he was mourning over his mother's death. Ji Mo had recited a poem about snow. So, Luo Kedi had also thought of using it as a reference.
"Snow was swirling in the air in the cold winter of June. Snowflakes were ferociously falling, and the north wind was fiercely blowing. The weather was cold and the ground was frozen. It was infinitely sad and miserable…" Second Master Luo's literary talent wasn't bad if one considered it carefully. After all, he had spoken this in one go…
"The winter arrives in June in your clan?" Jun Xizhu snorted.
"It is the month of June at present… isn't it a cold winter here?" Luo Kedi rolled his eyes. He then said while stammering, "I would be sitting bare-chested in my home at this time…"
"Stop your nonsense! And, continue!"
"Um… The weather was cold and the ground was frozen. It was sad and miserable… And, the most miserable was the one who had abandoned me… that Ji Mo – that bad influence! One day will come when his muscles will be removed and his bone will be smashed…" Second Master Luo became more and more fluent. He rolled his eyes, "I saw a beautiful woman. The most beautiful among all the women in the world. She was so beautiful that she could cause the downfall of a nation. Her beauty bewitched me. But, it was pity that she was married to an ugly man. It was such a disappointment! The white snow is going inside my mouth…"
The snow had gone inside his mouth along with the wind while he was reading out the article. Second Master Luo had gotten pretty inspired by the surrounding scenery it seemed… Then, he returned to the original topic, "… the cold was piercing, and didn't feel beautiful. One would feel lucky at first… but eventually unlucky in this Northern Ice-field. I would have gone back if I could. But, the woman I harassed has chopped off my leg. Sister, spare my life. I have tried my best… how was my article? He he he he…"
"Puff…" Jun Xizhu was amused by him, and started to laugh. Then, she raised her foot and kicked this guy. She then scolded while laughing, "Get lost! Be prepared to lose your life if I ever see you teasing a woman again!"
"Yes, yes, yes…" Luo Kedi crawled up. He then fled like a rat without turning his head back. His little heart was beating loudly. [Finally, my poor little life is saved. Oh my fu*king lord… I was so scared…]
[Who would've fu*king experienced such a terrifying thing? That ice cold sword was stuck 'there'. My 'little brother' would've been gone forever if I hadn't been careful. And, I would have become without my 'second brother'…]
However, he realized something while he was thinking all this. His lips had been shivering out of fright, and his face had turned white. However, they had suddenly started to brim with a smile at this moment, "My Second Brother? Second Brother Gu…? I'm very talented… Ahwooh~~~"
"What did you say?" Gu Duxing appeared in front of him. His face was filled with a murderous aura… He had heard what Luo Kedi had muttered to himself.
Luo Kedi's legs went limp from fear. And, his mind was still in chaos. A short while passed before he managed to stammer, "I, I, I… I was talking about the 'second brother'… I didn't mean… Second Brother Gu…"
"I will kill you, you bastard!" Gu Duxing and Dong Wushang were originally here to act as reinforcements since Ji Mo had called them. In fact, they had rushed over with anxiety in their hearts. But, they saw that this guy was healthy and active. Moreover, he was also taking dirty towards Gu Duxing… In fact, Gu Duxing had heard these words. And, he had become very angry as a result. So, he started to rain punches and kicks on him, and beat him up like a madman…
Half of a quarter of an hour passed… Luo Kedi was lying on the ground like a fish that had been left to dry in the sun… He was unable to give vent to his anger even if he wanted to…
A white light flashed at this moment. Suddenly, a circular door appeared. Then, Chu Yang and Young Master Yu finally came out…


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

Quote:
"If you look at what you have in life, you'll always have more. If you look at what you don't have in life, you'll never have enough." -Oprah Winfrey


Poem:
Democracy Poem #1
BY JUNE JORDAN
Tell them that I stood
in line
and I waited
and I waited
like everybody
else

But I never got
called
And I keep that scrap
of paper
in my pocket

just in case

This is not a novel or anything(sorry if you came here thinking this was a novel), this just something I am doing to pass my time and boredom.

Basically in this I will be posting a chapter with a quote and poem every day, what kind of quote and poem? Read to find out. By the way the quotes and poem will not be mine.


Just as I was about to go back having watching something that only watched on a computer screen for real, I saw the system panel in front of our MC.

Mission complete: Conquer Mo lingxin's heart

Then both Su Lang and my cultivation broke through 4th qi refinement.

"Su Lang you broke through." I heard the joyful voice of a girl who was happy for her love.

"Yeah! Maybe I was too happy to be with you." Su Lang replied.

'That bastard' I could help but curse.

I went to my place for my watch duty. 

Soon morning came, and we continued our journey.

Mo Lingxin was in a very good mood for all of the journey.

"Brother Lu Shu, Su Yang wrote a poem for me," she called out to me.

"Oh really!" I was really surprised he would do something like that.

Maybe he isn't as bad as I think him to be.

"Yep, it goes like

"O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass,
So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
I will love thee still, my dear,
While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only luve!
And fare thee weel awhile!
And I will come again, my luve,
Though it were ten thousand mile"


Fuck! I take my word back. 

He really is a bastard.

I thought he wrote some poem from his heart but he plagiarised Robert Burns 'A Red, Red Rose'.

Brother, where is your copyright? How can you steal other's work?

Well on a second note, this is a good idea nobody will know if he copied someone else work after all we are from a different world.

"Brother, how is it?" Mo lingxin asked me in an expectant tone.

"It really is a good poem. It's written right from the heart. It seems like basta..cough cough Brother really loves you." I replied.

Only I knew he was just a pervert with no artistic talent.

So while having some idle chat we reached our destination aatma village.

After asking around we found a good inn, we booked two rooms.

Why not three you ask, it's for reasons that I can not mention.

(Author: You know what I mean 😏)

We had a good dinner.

But I couldn't get an ounce of sleep due to some vigorous activities next door.




The Bomb

© Marie Matheny

Published: June 4, 2018

Tick tock
The bomb went off
It hit hard
It cut deep
It woke me from 
A peaceful sleep
It erupted fast
It made me weep
It hit me hard
It cut me deep

The anger smoldered
It simmered 
It stewed
Both of us waited
Both of us knew
Bits of our hearts 
Broke off and died

We tried to ignore it
We pushed it aside

We finally talked
About the explosion
You said you still love me
There was no emotion
You said I'm your best friend
So we'll try once again
Until we finally give in
Admit we can't live in
This world we've created
That keeps us both mad 
Keeps us frustrated

Just watching and waiting
with sad trepidation

Til the next bomb goes off
tick tock… tick tock….



Source: https://www.familyfriendpoems.com/poem/the-bomb

Still irked by the noise from outside, I go to my bathroom and lock myself in it, as if I were hiding the biggest secret of my life or watching porn. Not much of a difference. Welp, here we go.
On the first page, it wrote "This Journal belongs to Jacob Harrison." and his signature on the bottom. He had a formal, archaic writing, the one you would expect when you see handwriting from centuries ago.
The next page had a poem on it:
"Your loss of touch to me was like an emptied sky
Or a star that evanesced before my tearful eyes
As I am under the murky night by the shore
My love, I ask of you to flare once more"
I'm not a poetry fan, so I only merely caught the idea of this being a heartbroken poem. Not thinking too much about it, I flipped to see the endless journal entries he had written.
"June 7, 1920
High school has finally ended last week, and I decided to take a year off for myself to properly think of what I want to pursue. The entire world had come out of a huge war, after all. For the meantime, I am about to start my job tomorrow as I applied to work at a local newspaper publication company here in Winterville. Every so often, I do dream of being a journalist myself. Albeit the hiring manager was an unfriendly and grumpy man, I luckily was accepted. I'm ecstatic for the days to come.
June 8, 1920
Great, then! I'm a paperboy! It seems you don't immediately start writing in the team once you join. I should've known better. Crap, all these accomplishments in literature and writing are such a waste now. This is the most furious I'd been in the longest. Well, let's keep going anyhow.
June 9, 1920
Today waent surprisingly better than yesterday and I had fun delivering the mails across town. I met kind people along the way, as well. Afterwards, I went to a coffee shop that had just opened recently named Chai Cafe with some friendly colleagues, Gordon, Jerry, and Zev. They too are new in the job and around the same age as me. Matcha Milk Tea is a delightful drink. I suppose this job isn't as bad as I thought it be.
June 10, 1920
I discovered something quite bizarre today! I decide to continue with my bike after all the deliveries and followed a trail I had yet to go. Towards the area, it was awfully silent and empty, but I got more curious, therefore I carried on. As a result, I came upon a high cliff which lies among the forest and there was a beautiful view of Winterville. I saw my house clearly from up there. Chai Cafe was further on the right. The high school, Winterville High is also fairly clear from the opposing side of town. And the mountains directly north from me are astonishing. One day, I will travel there 'til I reach the top and feel the wind cooler than what I felt on that cliff.
June 11, 1920
I had the strangest encounter ever in my life. I returned to the cliff once again after the tiring day to rest. I bought this journal with me for the first time and wrote some poetry drafts before it fell straight down. I look to see that there was a ground way below the cliff, and my journal is face flat on the floor.
I roamed around the area to figure out a way to retrieve it and came across a hidden staircase on the sides, covered with mosses and bushes. The atmosphere down there was eerie, but I continued searching for what felt like forever.
All of a sudden, I heard wondrous singing. I ought to find the mellifluous voice and roamed around the place. I ended upon a small, curious cave along with curious statues on opposing sides. Getting more eager, I continue my steps. The singing abruptly stopped as soon as set foot inside and laid my eyes on her. I saw a woman, deep in the cave, sitting on the ground as her feet reposed on dirty water. She looked up to me with a lenient expression. As she did, the water turned clearer and cleaner the longer we stared at each other and we were both just solid frozen.
The girl's face changed from shock to ecstasy. It took me a minute to notice, but she was apparently holding out my journal. I asked to retrieve it, but she seemed desperate to borrow it, so I let her. Almost the entire moment had been quiet so she can read the drafts fast, but she would strike a small talk with me such as asking how the weather is.
As she was reviewing my works, I was staring at her, realizing her elegance. I was purely lost in her azure eyes, and the way that she simply was.
Malinda. That was her name.
After reading some of my entries, she returned the journal to me and we had a conversation about different sorts of topics, from favorite foods to life and death.
Some time passed and she told me, "I want to talk to you again tomorrow, at this time, in this place."
I promised her I would come back for her."
The air in my room didn't feel enough for me when I took in a deep breath. I close the journal and gazed at the cover page for most likely a minute.
Jacob Harrison wasn't crazy. He went through a similar and real thing I'm going through; he was just telling the truth. I can't believe my own great grandfather would go through the exact same situation as me, and here's all the information about it. And that it's all has been hidden somewhere in my attic for so long. Why didn't he expose this to anyone? Did everyone just assume he was crazy rather than checking the evidence? I skim through the pages and read random phrases from different pages.
After some more reading, it seems that Jacob only visited her every single week and only stays there for a short time because he had work. Did it really not ever occur to him that time did not change at all every time he would come back outside?
"Today, after my shift, I returned to the cave and talked with…
…Malinda is an extraordinary lady! Her opinions and perspectives are so intricate and…
…oddly enough, Malinda is much formal with her language which I find both strange and interesting.
She can do magic! I'm not certain if this is even true or not, but it's very bizarre!
Malinda and I fought today because she wouldn't tell me her past.
This is it, diary! I've decided. I want to apply for university and leave this god-forsaken town Winterville…"
August 11th is Jacob's last journal entry. That can't be right. This is the last page of the journal and Malinda's name or the cave isn't written anywhere. I flip the pages reversely and try to find the last time he's written her name.
"July 28, 1920
I don't understand her. After fighting with Malinda a few days ago, today, I apologize to her and bring my journal again since the first day we've met. At first, she was thrilled to see me, and we talked like normal once again. Of course, she would be, she had seen my notebook with me after all.
Until she wasn't. She's finally seen my notes about her. I thought she would be happy about what I thought of her, but she was quiet. Malinda was quiet for a long time. I couldn't see her expression because it was dark at the time, however she looked at me and softly told me her story. She mentioned to me before that she was a traveler from a foreign country and wanted to see sites from Winterville. I thought she planned to start living here. Today, she told me she was going to leave tomorrow.
I couldn't forget the exact words she said after that, "I think it is best we try to stay off contact with one another starting right today. And, please, I ask of you to not tell anyone about me. Ever."
I couldn't tell her I love her today. But I won't make the same mistake tomorrow. And after, I'll finally introduce her to my colleagues from the company. I also talk to them about her, but they never met her, and that would be the perfect time.
July 29, 1920
She's gone.
July 30, 1920
What the bloody hell is happening! My colleagues and everyone in town are taunting me. They're talking about me having an imaginary witch-girlfriend named "Malinda" inside a cave. They think I've gone mad. I'm reviewing my previous notes and I remember fragments of writing these entries about her, but I DO NOT REMEMBER HER. Some images and random scenery keep flashing in my brain, but I don't know what they are! I can't remember anything. I'm scared. I think I've gone mad."
Jacob… forgot about her?
"Everyone is still taunting me about it. Others are avoiding me now. I think I am to check up on a doctor tomorrow because…
…he said there was nothing wrong with my brain! After all the tests and such…
I think I might as well give up by now.
Today, I was approached by an older Japanese man named Haku Hatsu of the street just below mine. He had heard of the disgusting rumors about me circling about town. He told me that he's also went through precisely the similar thing I am going through and that he has all the evidence in his house. We both enter his research room and he has also been writing about what happened to me. He mentioned that he had once seen me enter the cave and stopped visiting to see what would happen to me, and just as he had expected, it has happened again. He met a girl named Malinda and forgotten all about it. There was a short list of other men who also went inside that cave and he showed me his theories. He asked me if I wanted to join in his research and I entirely accepted. I must find out what happened to me."
I continued reading his entries but there was no crucial information about their research. I closed the book and laid in my bed to think for a minute. I want to know what did happen to him! I would be exactly in their shoes if I don't. But where do I go next? As much as I am kinda into this right now, I don't want to scavenge through our attic or basement to find anything right now. 
So, I'll just focus to what this journal gave me. Which is absolutely nothing.

All Rhys Harrison ever wanted was to leave the small town of Winterville. But when his friends forced him to join their little trip through the mysterious forest that lies within the edge of town, he hears a voice. And it was pulling him more and more. As he roams to find that voice, he finds something else... a compelling yet curious pitch black entrance to the unknown. Just what could be waiting out there for the sluggish and dull life of Rhys?

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