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Chinese title: 我不小心成了国民女神
作者:多心玉
(Author: Duo Xinyu)
类别:都市小说
(Category: Urban Fiction)
状态:连载中
(Status: Serializing)

Synopsis⌫
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[This article is one-on-one, Shuangjie, Shuangwen, strong woman and strong man] 
She, Su Xia, a descendant of ancient martial arts in the 21st century, was killed in a plane crash. 

When she woke up, she found that she crossed into the body of an art student with the same name and surname in Parallel Space. She was accustomed to freedom. She didn't want to be in the entertainment industry, but in the face of her seriously ill family and the huge resources needed for Guwu practice, she had to start her earning life from the live webcast in order to earn money. 

In this way, she copied past songs, novels, poems, movies, etc. 

She accidentally became a singer, actor, writer, screenwriter, composer, poet, etc., and became a national goddess of both talent and beauty in the entertainment industry. 

He, Lu Qingxuan, the descendant of the Lu family, the first family of the Chinese Kingdom, is a low-key and non-hyped actor in the entertainment industry. When he first met, he thought she was the kind of woman who took shortcuts by virtue of her youth and beauty, and despised her. 

When we met again, she vomited all over him, and even stunned him, making him even more disgusted, but she didn't know that the soul of this body had changed. 

... Later, he discovered that she was not what he thought she was. 

He paid attention to her unconsciously and lost his heart unconsciously. One day, there was a scandal in the entertainment industry, Su Xia tied the Qingshen CP hype, which caused a shock in the entertainment industry. 

Su Xia wanted to cry without tears, she really did not bind the hype. 

Lu Qingxuan showed a successful smile, Su Xia, you can't escape.



☞︎Link to raws: https://m.230book.com/book/13021/

This is just a recommendation/reading list of books from chinese sites that have an all-rounder female boss (•̀ᴗ•́)و


P.S I might post translated version (eng) of these although an MTL.

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Book cover art taken from @/PYO_GYEOK_ on twt ♡︎

Fridays were always Chanella's favorite day of the week, she spent the first half of her day editing articles after she'd finished her own. When three pm struck she left work to go meet Eliza and Chance at lunatic moon to talk about the couple's pregnancy attempts, new book ideas and local author meetings Eliza had been invited to speak at, before heading off to the college to teach computer programming in the late afternoon. 
It was currently 11AMam and Chanella was sitting at her desk, proof reading an article on the increase of people committing tax evasion in Saroko Bay, when her 28-year-old co-worker, Dylan Bronxky, stopped by her desk for the third time within the last hour. "Do you have the information on the killings? The local cleaner or whatever he's called?" Chanella swiveled around in her chair, rolling her head in the process to face Dylan, who admittedly was her competition for the new front-page slot. "You know the paper has been momentarily banned from producing a story about that killer after what happened last print". Her voice was flat as she recalled the unfortunate events that had occurred. Dylan may have been a good writer, but his biggest flaw was that he didn't put enough effort into investigating and confirming his information before sending his stories to print, this had led to a well-known lawyer's divorce and the ambush attack on a high school teacher who he'd off handily compared to 'the local cleaner'. "Danielle has been saying since day one, if a story is worth chasing, chase it and we both know it's worth it. That's why I'll get the frontpage slot and you won't." 
Danielle was the publisher of the newspaper, who also happened to be Dylan's new girlfriend, so if he got the slot, she doubted it would be due to his writing ability or even his contribution to the paper. 
Chanella rolled her eyes as Dylan walked away with long confident strides that made him look boarder line egotistical. Unlike Dylan, Chanella didn't have a room near the breakroom, but rather a small cubical next to an astray coffee machine, which she didn't mind as most days' coffee was all she consumed for sustenance. 
Looking back to the screen in slight frustration, Chanella started typing away rapidly. She was irritated that Dylan was still going through with the story, knowing Danielle will in fact give him the front-page slot, even if he got the paper in trouble again because 'any publicity, is good publicity'. That belief is one of the many reasons Chanella and Danielle didn't get along, the only reason Chanella still had a job there was because her articles had sky rocketed the paper's sales, and whoever was higher up the food chain than Danielle knew that, but that didn't stop her from trying to say Chanella was 'over qualified' for her position at almost every board meeting. 
"Keep frowning like that and you'll look like that permanently." A female voice said from behind her, followed by a sly giggle and a high-pitched snort. Chanella looked to her left where the coffee machine was stationed, a tall woman with vibrant dyed pink hair and harry potter styled reading glasses stood next to a shorter woman with black hair cut into a pixie bob, blue eyes and adorable freckles. 
"I'm sure a permanent frown would still be an improvement, instead of looking tired I'd look badass or angry", Chanella jollily fired back to the two girls. "How's your stories going by the way? You still writing the story on the corrupted lawyer scandal Sarah?" Chanella asked the pink haired beauty, curiosity peaking at her story idea. It wasn't a secret that Sarah loved digging up dirt on high profile people of the community, once publishing a story on a member of parliament that had over thirty-three overdue speeding tickets and an invalid driver's license, the head line was 'would you elect someone who believes they're above the law?'.  The shorter woman, Julie-Ann, was known around the paper for sports reports and gambling-help articles. The pair were inseparable, and many had suspected they were dating, but those rumor's were tarnished when Sarah started dating Steven from the copying and printing department. 
"You and everyone else knows that I would never let a story of corruption and scandal slip past me, If I don't remove the vail of lies covering the infamous, who will?" Sarah raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow and placed a black manicured nail on Chanella's nose.  Sarah had a flare for the theatrics, she was a theatre major before working here, "ooh, so you're a vigilante behind a computer?" Chanella raised a bushier eyebrow, Julie-Ann bent over giggling. 
Sarah turned and smiled at Julie-Ann's doubled over form, before turning back to Chanella. "yeah, according to the local clean up quiz, I'm the local cleaner", Sarah laughed. Chanella felt her smile drop slightly as she bit the inside of her cheeks, Chanella was never one to be comfortable talking about the local cleaner. Julie-Ann must have noticed the change in Chanella's posture because she was fast to change the subject, "Are you coming to the dinner tonight? It would be good to see you there". Julie-Ann was talking about the monthly dinner the paper organizes with the intention of familiarizing everyone at the paper and in hopes that all the workers will share information and sources. When all it really does is allow workers to drink for free. 
"I'm teaching tonight actually, sorry. Next month is on Saturday night? I can do Saturdays" Chanella made a slight turn in her chair, so she was facing the pair face on. Both girls had small frowns on their faces but didn't comment. They both knew equally well that she wouldn't ditch teaching, no matter how much they asked. Chanella enjoyed teaching coding and programming, almost as much as she liked a good cup of coffee in the morning, she viewed it as a hobby rather than a paying job. 
Sarah and Julie-Ann smiled at Chanella and made plans to sit together at the work dinner the following month. Chanella read the time shown on her computer monitor, and starter packing up. It was ten past three PM, meaning it was time to lock up her computer and leave for lunatic moon. And knowing Dylan liked to scope out her computer, Chanella had started using her personal laptop, while also using different passwords daily, unlike one of their co-workers, Craig, who used the actual word 'Password' to unlock his work computer, it's no wonder he and Lex, his cubical mate, always pitched the same ideas at board meetings. 
Loading her laptop into her handbag, she sets off to her car, and then to lunatic moon to meet the overly happily couple. 
Getting into her car, she set it in drive after texting Eliza, notifying her she was on her way. The drive over to lunatic moon was calming, as Chanella blasted music, murder song by aurora started playing. She started belting out the words without consideration for key or pitch, "5, 4, 3, 2, 1. He holds the gun, against my head!" This was always one of her favorite songs, and it demanded her to sing, or attempt to at least. 
Turning into the lunatic moon car park, she turned the music off while pulling into her usual spot. Twisting the key in the ignition, she turned the car off. 
Chanella got out of her purple jeep and made her way across the parking lot and into the coffee bar. Opening the door, a bell chimed above her head, as her eyes scanned the crowd before landing on Eliza and Chance sitting at their regular table in the far corner, with a window facing the court house. She lined up to get a white chocolate mocha and an apple and cinnamon swirl. 
Nelanne was behind the counter already preparing her mocha and putting her swirl into a brown paper take away bag before Chanella even got to the front of the line.  Nelanne was recently nineteen and living alone, she had moved to Saroko Bay when her long-term boyfriend married the lady he was cheating on her with, after impregnating her. Nelanne Casper had moved to live with family at sixteen before Eliza and Chance gave her a job, not long after that she decided she wanted to live on her own. 
Chanella smiled at Nelanne and handed her a $20 note, the extra was for her 'slush fund' as Chanella said, it had become a habit since the first week Nelanne worked there. Nelanne smiled back and went onto the next customer, "Chanella, hurry that butt up", a voice called from the corner of the room near the wooden stage set up with a microphone and bar stool for when the live bands and solo artists came in to entertain. Instantly a familiar sense of euphoria washed over her, a smile broke out onto her face as she walked as quickly as possible without sprinting and spilling her mocha. While Chanella made an effort to refrain herself and her excitement, Eliza did no such thing, as she came hurdling towards her, weaving through tables and people alike. Once Eliza was in reaching distance, she lunged at Chanella, wrapping her small arms around her, almost knocking the delicious cup of coffee out of her hands but thankfully Chanella was expecting the small outburst of affection. Although a small amount of the liquid goodness landed on her hand, where a small red mark was starting to form. 
"Coffee, coffee, I have hot coffee." Chanella chanted in hopes Eliza would release her, but all she did was hug tighter as an evil giggle rang out through her chest. Once Eliza let go of her, Chanella not so graciously licked the cooled coffee off her right hand, leaving what looked like a pink lipstick stain in its place. Eliza grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the table in the corner where her husband sat smiling in amusement, not having moved an inch during the whole fiasco. 
Nearing the table, Chance got up to hug Chanella and kiss his energetic wife. Seeing the pair always made Chanella wish for a family, a husband and children, she shook her head in hopes of physically shaking the thoughts from her brain. 
"A celebration is in order I believe", Chance spoke in pride while raising a coffee mug filled with a questionable liquid. Chanella furrowed her eyebrows in question, "Celebration? For what?" A squeal was her immediate answer, "Well for one, I'm sure the first page slot will be yours after next print comes out, and secondly, I've found a new publisher!" Chanella ignored the first half of Eliza's statement, tired of continuously explaining how and why she won't get the slot, "What happened to your old publisher? He did the job well enough." Last Chanella heard, Eliza loved her publisher, he was an older man who reminded her of her father, and it was the basis of Eliza's and his work relationship, he was her mentor and he was well known for his experience with fiction novels. "He did, but I wanted to try and make some non-fiction for a while", Eliza looked in her husband's direction for a brief moment of reassurance before continuing. 
"There may be a smaller market for non-fiction, but I'd love to branch out and do some novels about crime survivors and their experiences." Chanella knew Eliza would be better suited to this type of writing as it's what she enjoyed doing. She never got as excited writing fictional stories as she did when she wrote non-fiction. "And your new publisher is more experienced with non-fiction?" Eliza just nodded her head up and down rapidly, making her closely resemble a bobble head doll. Taking a bite from her almost forgotten swirl and a sip from her cooling mocha, Chanella replied, "okay, sounds like a good idea then." Once again, Chanella was met with a high pitch squealing and a tight hug. 
The three continued to talk, and in not too long it was time for Chanella to leave for her lecture. Saying good bye and quickly purchasing another coffee for the drive, she walked outside to the car park, making her way to her jeep. Looking back at the couple, she saw them smiling and laughing away in their own little world, she smiled as her eyes wondered over to the court house, where James Banx was walking down the court steps. He was leaving as a free man, and she knew it from the look on his face. One of his alleged victim's parents were standing by the double glass doors, crying as they watch the man who raped and killed their son walk away without charge. Another killer was wrongfully being released back into society without consequence for their actions. Chanella's smile doubled in size, making her look like a mad woman, for she knew James Banx would be the local cleaners next target.

Now only one thing remained to be done, the knife was in her hand in seconds, the need to sign her work was overpowering. Within a few hours Chanella was home, showered and feeling proud of herself, while James hung, like criminals used to be, a beautiful, red C clearly visible on his naked chest, after all, who leaves someone a present without signing the card. That’s just poor manners. 

criminals have been slipping between the governments finger tips for far too long, Chanella Foreska decided her town needed someone to clean the streets like the police should. The local cleaner was a vigilante that was well known and talked about, they were someone that caught the people that never paid the price for the unjust actions they committed. But what happens when someone finds out exact what shes doing, will she follow her vigilante philosophy in her own life ?

"THERE'S SO MANY people out and about town!" Alice gasped, turning her head to follow a little boy that was holding onto a candied apple that had rushed past her.

"Yes," Wyatt beamed, his eyes pressed closed due to his smile, crinkling at the corners. "It's always rather busy in the capital of Gladiolum." 

A day after the ball, Wyatt had suggested bringing Alice around the town square to soak in the sights. He personally had to do a little shopping and thought that it would be a wonderful chance for Alice to grow more familiar with the capital. She had been living with the Ragans for nearly two weeks and yet she had barely even stepped out of the mansion's walls. It was best for young ladies to enjoy their time around town with friends. Being constantly cooped up in the study room with Charlie wasn't exactly an ideal situation in Wyatt's opinion. Of course, not that Alice had ever complained.

Strolling through the cobbled streets, Wyatt pointed out some of his personal favorite shops along the way. They passed by boutiques selling beautiful ball gowns, stores selling sparkling jewels, and even quaint little cafes that wafted out the sugary sweet scent of freshly baked pastries. However, while Alice acted as though she was very interested in those, he could tell that was all it was. An act. She simply smiled and nodded to Wyatt's words, not once asking to step into any of those stores like he had expected. Yet again she had him colored surprised.

Just the thought brought a curving smile onto his lips. The girl that his family had chanced upon was most certainly different from the rest of the girls in the capital. She stood out in such a way that there wasn't any spare place for the others to shine. She was the lone star now, a happy and proud resident of the Ragan household. While still suspicious of her origins, Wyatt couldn't help but admit to himself that he was growing fond of Alice Clemente.

"Are you not interested in any of the shops I pointed out?" He prodded. "Those are all famous names here in the capital."

"Oh!" Alice exclaimed. Wyatt watched with his practiced smile as the girl's eyes widened delightfully, eyelashes fluttering like a pair of butterfly wings under the golden sunlight. Her lips parted just a little in surprise before she quickly gathered back her wits, shaking her head politely. "They are all wonderful shops. I just… I don't have any money to buy all those things. Looking through the store window is more than enough."

For years Wyatt had worn the same smile on his face. It was his perfectly crafted mask made to shield his true emotions from the rest of the nobles. No matter what he felt inside, a smile was always the answer to dealing with those that had to be schemed against. However, every time Alice spoke or made one of her silly little expressions, he found his smiles to turn true as day.

"Let us go into that one, then." Wyatt pointed to a little bookshop down the street, a corner store with a gleaming bronze sign. "There are some things I wish to purchase."

Alice nodded. "Alright," she said.

Although her expression remained as still as possible, Wyatt still caught the slight twitch of her lips. The sparkles in her eyes practically screamed of her excitement. She couldn't fool anyone. Even the blind could tell that she was particularly eager to enter the bookshop. 

The little bell that hung above the door rang when Wyatt entered the shop. Inside, there were no other customers, simply a store clerk that had a book in hand. A pair of round spectacles rested on his crooked nose bridge, his eyes scanning the words at an immense speed before he licked his finger and flipped to the next page. At the call of the bell, the clerk looked up from his book, squinting at the door before rising to his feet. The book was placed pages-down onto the counter, a smile upon his lips.

"Master Wyatt!" The old clerk greeted enthusiastically. "I was wondering when you'll be visiting next. The books you ordered two weeks back are finally here." 

"Greetings," Wyatt replied fairly. "And thank you so much for your help with those. It's nearly impossible to find them anywhere else."

The old man waved, his cheeks reddening just a little. "It's no problem. Let me go get them for you." Shuffling towards the back of the shop, the clerk disappeared behind a dividing curtain.

"Do you come here often?" Alice asked, looking around the small bookstore with great interest. At random, she pulled out one of the books from the shelves, her fingers tracing the title of the book on the cover, feeling the indented words on the hard leather.

'History of Gladiolum. Volume III,' it read. Alice had seen a similar history book in Charlie's study room before. Making a mental note to briefly read through the contents of the book, she slotted the book back to its original position.

"Hmm, I wonder." Tapping a finger to his chin, Wyatt looked deep in thought. "I guess I do visit this store a little more than the average folk. They sell writing supplies as well as books and I run out of the former a little too often. Besides, this store is the only one in the capital that can procure rare and often out-of-print."

Walking a little further into the shop, Alice glanced through the assortment of reading materials offered. They had both fiction and non-fiction books in the store, leaning closer to non-fiction books. Most books were new copies, their covers still brightly colored while others were much older and encased in glass covers. Those books seemed old and tattered but the words were still in dark black ink, most likely having been re-written over so that it wouldn't be lost to time. 

The one that had caught Alice's attention was a purple leather-bound book that was almost as thick as a dictionary. The title of this book was written in bright, glittery gold in thick block letters. A small sign that indicated the price of the old tome was placed beside the book. Alice's eyes widened at the number of zeros, her head reeling back a little in surprise. She still wasn't sure about how the currency worked in Gladiolum but with so many zeros, the book was bound to be expensive no matter the exchange rate.

'The Theory of Magic. Volume I,' the title wrote.

"Are you interested in that one? Ooh, that's a pricey one." Wyatt's voice was right by Alice's ear, causing her to jump a little, her ears tingling from his breath. Stepping away, she held both hands to her chest, staring wide-eyed at Wyatt who looked as amused as ever.

"Just looking," she answered before firing back a question of her own. "How much is that book? I don't really know how the currency works here."

"See that symbol over there?" Wyatt gestured to the symbol behind the number as he spoke. "That's the symbol for our currency, 'fleuron'. That's the larger of the two units that we have in our country's currency. The smaller unit is known as a 'flois'. Ten flois equates to one fleuron. To give you an example of its value, five flois can buy you a piece of stale bread at the end of the day in the capital's cheapest bakery, maybe? Books, on the other hand, are usually five to ten fleurons, if it's a common title that can be easily found."

Alice gulped. Judging by the examples Wyatt provided, the currency here in Gladiolum seemed similar to the system she was used to. A single fleuron held as much value as a dollar back home and a flois would be around ten cents. Her hands were starting to feel clammy as she stared hard at the price tag of The Theory of Magic. 

"And yet this book is…" she trailed off.

"Fifteen thousand fleurons," Wyatt finished the sentence for her chirpily.

Fifteen thousand dollars.

Taking another step back, Alice no longer dared to hover near the expensive article. If anything had happened to it, she wouldn't be able to pay the store back for the damages incurred. She had never seen a book as expensive or even half as pricey. 

"Why is this book so… so…"

"Ridiculously priced?" Wyatt supplied. When Alice nodded numbly, Wyatt chuckled. "This is an ancient tome about magic. There are only five copies of this book that was ever produced. But if you're really interested in this book, there's no need for you to fork out such a hefty amount just to read it. We have a copy of it back in the mansion's library."

Flabbergasted and speechless, Alice blinked dumbly at what Wyatt had so casually revealed. Although she long knew that the Ragan mansion was a sprawling estate with many different needlessly fanciful rooms, she hadn't even thought to think that it might house precious artifacts within its walls. 

In Gladiolum, it seemed as though the gap between its people was wider than the ocean. The rich lived in heaven while the poor couldn't even afford hell.

"Why don't you take a look around the bookshop and see if there's anything that catches your eye?" Wyatt offered. "If we don't already have the book back home, I don't mind making a few extra purchases. It's the least I can do for dragging you out here with me on such a warm afternoon."

Alice's heart skipped a beat. She braved a step closer, momentarily forgetting about the book in the glass display case. Cupping her hands together as if they were in prayer, Alice beamed.

"Really? Any book?"

Wyatt's smile didn't falter. "There's no budget, if that's what you're asking."

Alice wasted no time. Her feet went scurrying across the dark wooden boards of the store, quickly scouring the bookshelves in search of any title that might help her or catch her fancy. Her fingers ran down the spines, quickly pulling out a few covers that had caught her attention, some fiction and some not. She had a feeling that most, if not all, of the non-fiction books were already available in the Ragans' library but there was no harm in bringing the books over for Wyatt to look through. These books will become her survival guide in this foreign world.

As the store clerk returned to the front counter, Wyatt slowly made his way over. However, he was still gazing in Alice's way, watching silently and bemused as the girl darted from shelf to shelf, climbing ladders and bending low in search of more. There were already over seven books in her hands and she only ever added more to the collection.

"My," the old clerk exclaimed. "I've not seen anyone so frantic for a good title since you first came to my humble store years ago. The old ladies at the bakery next block over will go mad once they hear that the young Master Wyatt is no longer single."

The white-haired man chuckled. "She's just a curious little bird my brother picked up a while back."

The old man shrugged, unconvinced, but he didn't say a word more on that topic. With a heavy thump, he placed three thick books onto the counter, the covers in the three primary colors. The titles were all written in gold, large block letters.

"This set was a little trickier to find as compared to your other requests but there you go. Though, Master Wyatt, don't mind this old man prying but are you sure you want to dabble in this subject? There's always a price to pay when you go against the laws of science."

"I can pay whatever price the world throws at me," Wyatt casually remarked. Picking up one of the books carefully with a gloved hand, he examined the old cover, grinning with satisfaction. "Besides, I'm just completing my collection. With these, the set will now be complete. There's no need to worry, sir."

"Oh well," the old clerk sighed, pursing his lips. "If you're sure, youngin. Let me wrap these up for you."

Tottering away, the elderly went to retrieve a few sheets of brown wrapping paper and some strings to bundle up Wyatt's purchases while waiting for Alice. 

Partially leaning on the counter, Wyatt continued to observe Alice. She no longer had the strength to carry the books she had picked out. Instead, she placed most of them on an empty table by one side. The stack of books was almost taller than she was and yet she continued to hunt for more, her eyes practically dripping with avarice.

'How peculiar,' Wyatt thought to himself. 'She is unaffected by fanciful dresses or glittering jewels and yet dusty old books can bring her into a craze. What an odd woman. She is most certainly a woman before her time.'

“And what if you, too, are unable to help?” Alice threw the question back. “What if helping would risk everything?”

Spade didn’t miss a beat.

“You are everything.”

“Don’t say things that you don’t mean,” Alice chided. “You’ll leave a trail of broken hearts.”

“And would you believe me if I say that I have no intention of breaking yours?” Spade countered. “However, mine is yours to play with. Shatter it, fix it, do anything you desire. As long as it feels the warmth of your hand, I am content.”

***

Gifted a candle that was said to make wishes come true, Alice Clemente burned it to find herself awake in a different world. She had wished for a life of adventure away from the city and its routine. With her wish granted, she was no longer in the 21st century and was instead lost in the middle of the Kingdom of Gladiolum, a place reminiscent of the 1800s.

With luck, she soon gained connections to the rich and powerful of this new world— the nobility. However, how much of it was good and how much of it would eventually be detrimental? After all, mingling with royals not only meant extravagance and daily parties. It also meant warfare and death. 

Caught in the middle of the two princes and other nobles, Alice would soon have to face the battle between those two royal brothers― a fight for the throne.

She had wished for adventure, after all, and she received just as such.

Kept in the center of all this, would Alice be able to emerge from the rabbit hole unscathed? Or will the overwhelming troubles of love and war be too much for her to bear?


***

Image used in cover not mine.

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

I didn't want to believe my ears at first, at what Santino said to me through that phone call. 
I did not want to be in a death trap, let alone be an inch close to it. Suspension or termination from Saturn-Voyde was the least of my problems. I took my mind off the phone call by proofreading reports from the lower floors, who also had the responsibility of getting managing the customer feedback on our products via our website. 
These products ranged from the most basic such as air conditioners and television sets, to more complicated things such as heavy machinery, and in some cases, uh...certain 'toys' to pleasure one's needs. 
When I meant by "pleasure", I wasn't talking about the company's blenders or stoves, it was the other kind of pleasure. You get the picture. 
My job on the 20th floors was mainly proofreading and monitoring information from both the 10th and 30th floors. In a nutshell, these floors are essentially one giant workhorse, and we essentially trust each other with the information we get, the income we get, the refunds the company has to endure when customers end up complaining. 
There was a lot to do, and the Director trusted that nobody acted like a diva, an attention seeker, an asshole, or all three combined. That trust of his was around since the day the company first standed on its two feet back in the late 90's. 
Who would have thought really, that the Director and his father started out small back then selling books of all kinds; fiction, non fiction, self help, cooking, the list goes on. People will essentially read anything, in the same manner as people today will watch anything on TV produce by those jokers at Sternwood. It didn't matter if the shows were smart or not, people will gobble up that entertainment as long as it "wasn't boring."
Yeah….there's a reason why the Director was rumored to dislike Sternwood nowadays. Too many extreme emphasis on comic book adaptations if not the cinematic universe from Fantastic Comics which seem to pump out movies harder than a milking machine for cows, and that was saying something. From what I heard, the Director praised movies from Sternwood's Golden Age, the kind where, in his words, truly defined the critical thinking process to be conducted by the average person; to test and showcase new possible theories about the future. 
Some sci fi movies of the 40s and 50s made predictions about flying machines with portable computers or televisions; those would be the DataPods known today. 
But as to what Santino told me over the phone, that was on my mind until my shift was actually over. I could have called him through lunch time, although even I had no idea how wired the Saturn-Voyde building was. I may have not seen it, but I had a feeling that the people in Research & Development definitely thought of creating a recording device that not only recorded an individual's voice, but also record the audio from another device. 
A device recording another recording device, does that make any sense to you? On second thought, don't think about it too much, you wouldn't want to blast your brain out. 
"What were you talking about before?" I asked Santino via the phone by the time I was walking a few meters away from the building. 
"Elotro, surely a someone who worked at Saturn-Voyde must know that the company's had history of tapwiring CCTV cameras all over the city, if not every DataPod around the nation."
I sighed in anger. "Allow me to remind you that I am by no means a Higher employee there. I just recently got moved to the 20th floors!"
"Regardless, you'd still be a good cause for the BLV. Mortiqar has yet to face their trial, and besides, you think it would be easy to recall every single dosage of Blue Moon?"
I couldn't answer that question, Santino had a great point on that. Sighing, I asked him to give me more information about what he wants me to do exactly. 
"Agent Delaney suspects that someone's pulling strings between Mortiqar and Saturn-Voyde. Recalling a product never takes a sonic speed amount of time, but I suspect whoever got my son Blue Moon, must be part of a group that's trying to sell it under the government's nose."
"Bootlegging Blue Moon?" I asked in surprise. 
"Exactly. You think my son was the only one who got a Blue Moon needle in him?" Santino's words made me think of the colleague I saw in the building that one instance, or on the local news when people were found dead with Blue Moon coming out of their mouths or a needle sticking out of their arm. 
I hated to admit it, but Santino had a point about Blue Moon not disappearing due to a recall. 
***
There was an article back then, when the Blue Moon started to rack up bodies. A study conducted by the people at TBUE- The Best University Ever, that frequent Blue Moon symptoms would include:
- suddent enthusiasm
- high amounts of energy
- Constant to frequent laughing
- Uncontrollable gas
- Dehydration due to mind focusing on various tasks to the point the user forgets to drink enough water properly. 
I was told by Santino to meet him at the Happy Vale's cafe a few meters just before the path leading up to Belmont Beach. I did not anticipate any reassuring words that would convince me that this plan of his would go well. 
Not all people of Decou were that naive, nor were they ignorant as far as I was concerned. People's consciousness, their attention span, their sense of getting things done. 
It has never changed. Not at all.

Everyone wants a happy life, but not everyone is reasonable enough at how they make themselves happy. 

Elotro Risas loves his nation of Decou, but nothing breaks his heart more than seeing his fellow Decouns slowly killing themselves with a certain nootropic known as Blue Moon, as if Decou hasn't had its tough hardships enough throughout history. 

Within a nation of a bleak, weird and dark future, Elotro goes on a journey to not only eliminate Blue Moon, but with a new age full of firm rules, laws, and certain people in society, will he be able to achieve what he calls as "the ultimate form" of serving his country?

Zhang Zian saw the game hint. He felt that it was unexpected, but it also made sense. When Famous won the prize at the Berlin Film Festival, he gained a lot of belief power and was upgraded to the epic level. The power of belief was the experience value of the game. Although there was a gap between each level, it couldn't hold up the large population of China. It was not boasting that it was much greater than the whole of Western Europe… Even if someone only had a little bit of strength, they could condense it into a super vigorous bomb…
Wait a minute, it seemed like he had changed to another scenario. Following that, the game displayed two more hints.
[Game Hints]: Your reincarnated dog is epic right now. After leveling up, it will become epic/legendary.
[Game Hints]: Do you want to level it up now? If you choose "no," you can level it up at any time.
[Yes, No, Remind Me Later]
Seeing the game hints, Zhang Zian could not help but think. Famous had mentioned that it had a strange dream. It felt that its body was full of strength and confidence. Famous had thought that it could control the direction of its dream while it was still in its dream. Was that related to it reaching the standard for upgrading? Wasn't that too much of a coincidence?
If he let it level up, it would mean that he would be setting it free for the next step… Was it a good thing or a bad thing to let it have stronger control over its dreams?
He knew the danger of being addicted to dreams. After all, many science fiction stories used VR games as an example to illustrate that point. If people indulged in dreams, it was really dangerous, because people's desires were too strong and too complex. Any one of the seven emotions and six desires could make people sink forever. But… would Famous indulge in them?
Famous had been addicted before and had risen from hell to a happy heaven. It had fallen from heaven to a hell of amnesia. It had suffered and experienced prosperity. It had gone from a whipping dog that was an understudy to a superstar riding in the most luxurious cars, chewing the most delicious western food, tasting 1882 Lafite, wearing the most expensive diamond necklaces, and living in a luxury house that was like a palace… It could be said that whatever a dog could enjoy, it had enjoyed, and whatever a dog could suffer, it had also suffered––not in its dreams, but in reality.
But all of that did not make it feel happy. Instead, it felt pain because humans called it by a foreign name. It had had a multitude of different roles in movies but had lost itself in the end.
If every movie was a dream, then it had dreamed enough––so much so that it could describe the fickleness of the world in a sentence. As a result, Famous could probably resist the temptation of falling into its dreams. There was nothing in the dream world that could cause it to be immersed… Or, taking a step back, even if it could not resist the temptations of the dream world and was immersed in it, Zhang Zian had confidence that he could pull it out of its dream.
After hesitating a bit longer, Zhang Zian pressed "Yes."
Once Famous had leveled up to epic/legendary, it did not have any strange feelings. It ate a dog biscuit that cleaned its mouth and then yawned as it went downstairs. Perhaps it would only notice the difference when it dreamed again.
******
The other end of Binhai City. Early morning.
Jiang Tianda buttoned up his sleeve as he walked downstairs. He had already changed into his suit pants and a white button-up shirt. After he put on his suit jacket, he could leave.
A western-style breakfast consisting of salad, toast, fried eggs, roasted sausage, and coffee had been arranged on the table, and for Snowy's breakfast, the coffee had been replaced by orange juice.
"Snowy! Are you out of bed yet? Hurry! Come downstairs and eat!" Shi Rong yelled towards the stairs.
About half a minute later, Snowy's lazy reply came from upstairs, "All right."
After a few minutes, she slowly came downstairs wearing her pajamas and carrying Snowball. A few strands of Snowy's hair curled up disobediently. It could only be imagined how bad her sleeping posture was.
Snowball's breakfast had already been prepared in the form of ready-made canned cat food poured into a plastic bowl. Snowy put Snowball down and sat on her seat heavily, closing her eyes to continue to doze. Shi Rong started to scold and nag Snowy for going to sleep too late the night before. She nagged her until all her sleepiness was gone.
The Jiang family's situation was similar every morning. If Snowy married into someone else's household one day, there would be a very cold atmosphere in the morning. The old husband and wife tacitly understood each other like one's left hand understood their right. It was unnecessary to say a word during the entire breakfast. Jiang Tianda was wondering if he wanted to recruit a son-in-law to marry into the home, but the question was, which promising boy would be willing to marry into his wife's household?
Sigh… His expression did not change as he sighed.
Jiang Tianda had always eaten quickly. It was a habit left over from when he was in the army, and even when Shi Rong reminded him to eat slowly, he still ate his breakfast very quickly. When he was done, Snowy's breakfast had yet to be touched at all.
He ate very cleanly and did not waste any food at all. After eating, he did not instantly leave the dining table. Instead, he held up his coffee and flipped through the newspaper. Reading newspapers was his daily compulsory chore. Although it was convenient to read news through mobile phones, some things could only be seen in newspapers––especially the core publications of the party and government agencies, which had always been an indicator of where politics and the economy were heading. Policy adjustment and economic transformation often began with signals that could be seen in the newspapers.
A cold wind had yet to move, but the cicada had already been awakened, and uncertainty would cause it to die without knowing why. In other words, a successful entrepreneur had to understand the hints between the lines. Otherwise, he would not even know he had died.
He was about to take a sip of coffee, but his hand stopped. His eyes were fixed on the article on the front page of the biggest newspaper in China. The headline read, "Ten Batches of Online Literature," and the article had been written by an author by the name of Zhu Jisheng.
Jiang Tianda quickly looked through the article and put down the unfinished coffee. His heart had a shadow over it. He had nothing to do with network literature, but many of the views in the article were applicable to new things such as network literature and live broadcasting.
"What are you looking at me for? Is it just that my hair is sticking up?" Snowy noticed he was looking at her and pressed down heavily on the curled hair.
"Are you still going to live broadcast today?" he asked.
"Don't worry. I don't plan to right now." She thought he wanted to scold her and pursed her lips unhappily.
Shi Rong hurriedly said, "Don't go out today––it could rain. If you get wet and come down with the flu, you'll be crying again!"
Snowy pouted. "When did I cry?"
Jiang Tianda picked up the napkin covering his legs and placed it on the table. He stood up and said, "I'm leaving. You two eat slowly."
"Workaholic!" Snowy muttered.
Shi Rong walked him to the door and helped him put on his suit jacket. She pulled the ends of his shirt to straighten the non-existent wrinkles.
The car was already waiting outside, and his assistant helped him open the car door. The assistant said, "The speech for the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference has been prepared. It's in the car. Please have a look."
"Okay." Before getting into the car, Jiang Tianda looked up at the sky and saw that it was filled with gray clouds. The sky was changing.


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2. Catch a few magical pets as partners
3. Go through interesting daily routines and lead the pet shop to a whole new level

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If you're confused about how to write a popular webnovel, perhaps this book will be able to help you out.

This book contains articles written by the best editors in the Chinese webnovel industry. There are introductory guides, intermediate guides, and assorted topics, with different numbers of guides in each type. Each week, we'll be publishing three guides. If you believe that these guides are useful, please let us know by leaving your reviews. We can adjust the update rate based on your feedback.

Author introduction:

314 (Yang Chen): He is China Literature's general manager, Xiaoxiang Academy's general manager, Qidian's head editor, China Webnovel Literature Committee member, Jiangsu Province Webnovel Author Committee vice-chairman, and a qualified expert on all internet literature. He has discovered many popular topics and greatly helped the industry to expand, along with having personally advised many top-tier authors. He is from the first generation of webnovel researchers. Yang Chen started working in the webnovel editing industry in 2005, and is highly skilled at summarizing and analyzing the business theories behind webnovel literature and is famed for his outstanding creativity in the industry.

Small Team Leader（Zhou Binglin）:Small Team Leader is a high-ranked general manager for China Literature, as well as the head editor for chuangshi.qq.com. He is originally from Guilin, Guangxi.

Small Team Leader is a top-ranked editor for original novels as well as a veteran web novel expert. He has helped to discover countless popular topics as well as frameworks and has advised numerous platinum-ranked authors. He's also one of the first generation of web novel reviewers as well as authors.

Chapter 1
Becoming a Starter Level Author
by : 314 (Yang Chen)

Previously, in the general article on "Webnovel author levels' standards", I separated webnovel authors into five different levels. But actually, there's a hidden sixth level – total beginners that aren't even at starter level. This refers to complete newcomer authors that have zero experience and have never written a single word for a webnovel.

Still, not everyone needs beginner level guides, even if they're a pure newcomer. Of course, if you're an established author who has experience writing long novels, feel free to ignore this article and move on to the next one, regardless of whether or not your story was successful. Or, perhaps you've never written long novels, but have the natural talent to write as easily as you drink water. In that case, there's no need for you to read this beginner level article anymore.

In fact, there's even plenty of newcomer authors that feel like it's incredibly difficult for them to write a short, several hundred word long essay, or to write an end-of-year reflection. But, when such newcomer authors try writing webnovels for the first time, they find their minds clearing up, with the ability to write like they are possessed, with storyline flowing out from under their proverbial pens just like a stream of water. Newcomers like these naturally don't need to read a beginner level guide like this one, either.

Those who truly need to read this article are those who put their hands at writing webnovels, but find that their minds are empty or filled with mud the moment they open up their computer documents. Perhaps you're a newcomer author who tried thinking for an entire day but only managed to write a few hundred words that even you think is garbage.

In such a case, for newcomers like you, how should you improve your writing, and write your first thousand, ten thousand, or hundred thousand words? How do you take the first step in becoming a god of writing?

I personally believe that you can try the several following tips.

1: Adjust your mentality and create a precise writing goal for yourself.

Unlike most other jobs, success as a webnovel author doesn't always come step by step. Some sufficiently talented newcomer authors are completely capable of earning hundreds of thousands, or even millions, on their very first novel. A single novel can make an author into a master, or even a grandmaster. There are also veteran authors who have been stuck at a certain level for a long time who might one day have an epiphany and find a new writing style more suitable for him or herself, turning them into a master overnight.

However, the cruel reality is, no matter if it's a newcomer becoming a master overnight, or a veteran suddenly improving, there's one condition that's an absolutely necessary prerequisite—

The author needs to already have strong writing skills. This means that such a wonderful thing is unlikely to have anything to do with you who's reading this article, as you're not even at the beginner level.

For authors who aren't even at the starter level, there's only one goal that you should be setting for yourselves. That goal is to be able to naturally write a long novel. To be more specific, there's two major goals within this goal.

The first goal is to be able to imagine and finish a story that's approximately 500,000 words. Simply speaking, you have to be able to write long novels.

This is because the natural way how webnovels work makes it so that only a longer novel can bring greater benefits for the author. The novel's ranking, influence, and author's fame are all affected by the novel's length. To achieve a respectable degree in these areas, the novel will typically need to be at least 1.5 million words or longer.

Of course, from a professional standpoint, a story written for the sake of practice doesn't really need to have that many words in it. That's because in theory, an author who's capable of finishing a 500,000-word long novel has already learned the foundational writing skills necessary. As long as such an author has a complete outline for their story, writing two or three million words will no longer be so difficult.

The second goal is to be able to write approximately five thousand words every day. Simply speaking, you must be able to write quickly.

This is because there's a huge number of webnovels out there, giving you immense competition. Based on webnovel readers' typical reading habits, only stories that have consistent updates will be able to obtain and maintain popularity. For a super consistent release, the lowest requirement is to update at least two chapters per day.

One chapter might have an average of around 2500 words. At the very minimum, they should at least be longer than 1500 words. This is why, for a webnovel author to become successful, their writing speed must be at minimum three to five thousand words per day. When calculating this by months, this means that you need to write at least 45,000 to 75,000 words per month. This is the most basic requirement.

Those are all the prerequisite conditions for newcomer authors to develop into starter level webnovel authors. At this level, the quality of your writing isn't that important. Nor is the popularity of your novel important, either. Being able to write a long novel and write quickly are the two main goals that you as a newcomer author should strive for.

Something that should be noted is that at this level, you should pay more attention to improving your own ability, rather than worrying about your story. There are no tests for you, nor are there any grades. By the time you're in the middle of the story, if you notice that you're having an easy time writing and can easily write five thousand words per day, in addition to having a clear outline for your entire novel, then congratulations. This means that you're now a starter level webnovel author.

2: Choose an appropriate genre and topic.

With the development of webnovels, there's so many genres out there already – eastern fantasy, high fantasy, martial arts, xianxia, modern, mystical, historical, military, gaming, competitions, science fiction, fan fiction…

All these genres have their own specialties, and have different popularity factors and important things to keep in mind when writing. Also, they all have different degrees of difficulty when writing them. Still, what needs to be noted is that these different genres will have varying degrees of difficulty for different authors.

Perhaps one author will find it incredibly painful to write historical fiction, while writing a mystical story is fun and relaxing for him. Meanwhile, another author might find it incredibly easy to write historical fiction, while writing a modern day novel feels all sorts of awkward for her.

Obviously, for authors that are total beginners, you should choose the easiest type of story to write for you. But, what if you don't even know what genre you should be starting out in?

Allow me to recommend a few easy genres for newcomer authors.

1: Fan fiction

Fan fiction refers to using an already existing story's characters and setting as the basis to create new stories. This is a type of story modification.

For example, you could write a story and call it "Harry Potter and His Adventures". This story could be about how Harry Potter ended up with Hermione, or how he has multiple girlfriends. This is an example of a fan fiction about Harry Potter.

What needs to be noted is that in the large majority of situations, fan fiction authors don't actually have the copyright to their own stories. Even if you wrote every single word of your fan fiction novel by yourself, you still have zero right to use your novel for any commercial purposes.

But, even so, fan fiction is still one of the best choices for total beginner authors. The reason is that they are quite simple to write.

When writing fan fiction, you don't need to think about a complicated world background or any detailed settings. Nor do you need to create a large amount of characters. Even the fan fiction's story can be inspired from the original novel. All these things, especially creating the setting and characters, are what newcomers typically have the most trouble with.

Basically, writing fan fiction will greatly simplify the writing process, directly avoiding the most difficult part of all. Without a doubt, this is the easiest way for newcomer authors to get started.

As for what story to base your fan fiction on, it first needs to be a story that you as an author have already read and are familiar with. Also, it's best if it's a story you truly love, perhaps even reading it several times over. This is the basic requirement for writing fan fiction.

On top of all that, I would recommend choosing to write fan fiction about a story whose copyright has already expired, such as "Romeo and Juliet" or "Don Quixote" and so on. Or, it would be best if you could somehow obtain permission directly from the author of the work that you intend to write fan fiction about.

Of course, even if you have no way to contact the author or obtain their permission, it's still fine to write fan fiction. This just means that you can only write for free, without earning any profits, and also respect the original author of the work. After all, for newcomer level authors like you, learning and improving your writing is the most important part. Since your novels are unlikely to be commercially viable at this stage, it's not all that important even if you write a fan fiction novel that you're not allowed to profit from.

2. Modern novels

This genre refers to novels that take place in a modern day urban setting. The city background is typically where the author has lived and is familiar with.

Compared with fan fiction, modern novels have the added difficulty of having to create your own characters. Still, it does decrease the amount of trouble you have to go to in creating a setting. Not only that, when writing character introductions, you can save a lot of effort in having to explain a lot of common knowledge, such as what a character's job entails, or their social status. Saving all this effort is quite precious for newcomers.

And compared to fan fiction, modern novels have their own advantages as well. That is to say, the author can more easily write themselves into the main character, making the storyline easier to think about. Normally speaking, all you need to do is to give the main character a special cheat, or a unique advantage, and the rest will flow as naturally as water.

For example, there's a very popular modern novel with a reincarnated main character. The protagonist has only a very simple cheat—being reincarnated to several years in the past. This is quite an easy scenario for newcomer authors to insert themselves into. Just think about it, if you can reincarnate back to the past with all your memories intact, what will you do?

Most authors can probably imagine it. If you return to several years in the past with knowledge of the future, there's just far too many ways of earning money. Even if you have zero business skills, can't remember a single stock market pick, and don't remember who won the World Cup of Soccer, at the very absolute minimum, shouldn't you know something like what company you should invest in?

Apart from earning money, don't you, the author, have any other regrets as well? For example, do you regret not treating your parents better while they were still alive? Do you regret choosing the wrong major in college? Are you embarrassed at your awkward attempts to get a boyfriend/girlfriend?

And so on, and so forth. Why are you afraid of not being able to think of plots for your storyline and making it longer?

As for the specific details, those are quite easy as well. For example, if you intended to sell off everything you owned back in the day and take out a huge loan to invest in one specific company, what would your parents say, and how would they react? How would all your other friends and relatives react as well? Who would you try to borrow money from, and how would they respond? What's the specific process of investing in a company, and what procedures are necessary? What if the company you invest in temporarily loses value after you invest in it? Would your parents complain at you and tell you to retract your investment? And how will people react after the company you invested in suddenly does super well and you make a huge profit? And, what will you do with the money…

Just this one storyline arc about investing in a company has plenty of content to write about even simply by following the natural process of how people would act. And if you use that as the foundation and intentionally write some conflicts, such as how the protagonist discovered that his friend who he wanted to borrow money from is actually investing in a different company, how he pretended to have a casual attitude when opening up an investment account made the investment company female employee misunderstand him to be someone really rich, or how people scoffed at him after investing in a company and he made a bet…

Wouldn't you agree that all these related events can add plenty of content to your story? Not only that, it shouldn't be all that difficult even for a newcomer author to write such a story arc.

Even if you're one of the few who feel like you lack imaginative prowess, and you don't have the confidence to create interesting scenarios and conflicts, well, there's still one more advantage of writing a modern story—you can borrow ideas from plenty of sources.

The most direct sources of all would be television dramas, especially those set in the current day. This should be easy to understand.

Apart from television shows and movies, there's also hot topics in society, the news, or local gossip and family conflicts… These are sources that are easy to overlook or maybe often considered boring. But actually, it's quite common to make some modifications and write them into your own novel and borrow from such sources.

This is why, from a certain standpoint, modern novels are the easiest novels for newcomers to begin with and to write a long story about.

3. Imitations

Imitation type novels aren't a particular genre, but they can belong to any genre. While this may seem rather contradictory, it actually means that a newcomer author could try selecting one of his or her own favorite and most familiar novels and imitate it. This isn't limited by genre.

Imitation could be shallow, or it could be a close imitation as well.

To give a theoretical example, perhaps the original story has a main character named Zhang San, who's the son of the sect leader of Green Castle. Your imitation novel could try having a main character named Li Si, who's the son of the sect leader of the Wudang Sect. The original story had Zhang San falling off a cliff and miraculously surviving while also obtaining a book containing a miraculous cultivation technique. After he successfully powered up, Zhang San was sent by his father to go undercover in the Demon Sect, where he fell in love with the Demon Sect leader's daughter. Your story could try having Li Si being ambushed while cultivating and becoming seriously injured, but miraculously having a great breakthrough in cultivation due to overlapping coincidences. Afterwards, Li Si went undercover in the Demon Sect in an effort to investigate who ambushed him, and fell in love with the Demon Sect leader's granddaughter…

This type of imitation requires even less creative effort from the author compared to fan fiction. From a certain standpoint, this is really cutting it close to becoming plagiarism. Yet, it's still undeniable that this is a usable method for newcomer authors to improve their own skills.

But, please note that this type of writing style is only suitable for practicing your writing. If your story is too much of an imitation, it'll be impossible to even make it public. That's because unlike fan fiction, even if you don't use it for commercial purposes, you've still plagiarized and violated the original author's copyright. It might even spoil certain plots from the original story and affect its sales and popularity.

That's why this type of learning via imitation, in principle, isn't really one of the better ways to learn. More accurately speaking, this is the final way to learn available to total beginner authors that have failed at attempting all other self-training methods.

In normal circumstances, after half a month to a month of imitation practice, the author should have some more insight into writing. The author can learn how to design storylines and write descriptions. At such a time, the author can stop trying to imitate and begin developing a completely original novel on their own.

!! Thankyou !!

Last night I was talking to one of the workers at group home that I stay in Until both my mom and myself cannot sell straightened out and into her apartment. Anyway she said that My writing has made it to the newspaper for Christmas contests that I did and completely forgot about. The story was called Christmas Dippers a childhood memory. It was about my father and I walking around the neighbourhood looking at fancy Christmas lights and some people tend to do to their houses. It was a fun memory and then I'll probably won't go to the field at the end of my street after the walk and go stargazing a night actually see the big dipper hang low in the sky and we would look at the different constellations. Then the next morning was Christmas I think and I saw that they got me a planet mobile was a different planet and I learned about The Jupiter.  Well anyway the story of my memory made it to my the lanark highlands paper according to one of the workers she sent me a picture I can't send you the picture because this is a writing app but anyway it was the picture of my memory article about the Christmas lights and stargazing. It was a very good night last night except for the dream I had was kind of offputting and weird but I guess that's some thing when you find out that you did something out of the ordinary that's your Squirrley brain's way of saying job well done without having to get a nightmare or a good dream it was a semi-good dream.  But I just decided to tell Nana I wanna contest and I look on the paper for a Christmas memory that I did that sound good or a ride or I can be at times. I want is for us to show my mother the actual picture of the article/story of the memory I had and she was very proud of me and I was very proud of myself I wish I could reward myself with a vynil record or beanie boo.  As you can tell by this particular Wattpad that I have that I use poetry and micro fiction fiction I really do fiction but this was a contest anyway.   But this is the only time around this month Wattpad that my writing has been noted as good on my old Wattpad account was also one talent scout it and was told to direct my talents to webnovel which I also have now I have many books are now on Webnovel and people pounce on them as if they're candy. Because of that one talent scout before I found out about the lockdown and the contest i won during lockdown.  As you can tell I use my Writing Weatherby poetry or journalling or dream journalling to help with my PTSD I might Delvin the micro factions if they're good enough for me.

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