Ito ay isang maikling kwentong aking ginawa noong ako ay isa pa lamang high school student. Naisipan ko lamang itong i-publish online.

This is a short story I wrote back in high school, I just thought of publishing it online.

This short story is about a guy named Kevin and his encounter with a guy named Rick in the city.

This was written way back 2014.

The short story novel tells the story of Annaiah, a young American woman who spends most of her time learning computer programming online in a castle hidden away.

DISCLAIMER: I am not even sure I can use the title because I know of a song with the same title, and there might even be some other products I do not know of with the same name. I just hope and pray I do not get copyrighted for this.

DICSLAIMER: I am being particular with regards to english translated online novels

In the last few chapters I discussed, if you could call it that, about main characters and their relationship to their journeys and the other characters that inhabit the world they also live in. I also talked about certain tropes that are being abused in many of these stories.

At this point in time I want to turn my and your attention to some other aspect of online novels that I think has just as much importance as character building and world building. And that is, the case of the length of a story itself.

Frankly I am torn in the matter, forget the nuance for now, let us just look at the bigger picture. I want to pose a question. Should a good story need an end? Should it need to end? Some would say well, as long as it is good why leave it be to continue. Others might disagree. As for me, I am in the camp that a story, regardless of its caliber of storytelling, must come to an end.

All is well and good if the author can always achieve and maintain a decent level in terms of its reader base's satisfaction, that it is able to maintain decent amount in terms of the people who are willing come for the curiousity and stay for the story, ideally for eternity. But from my experience and observations, I do know that that is not always the case. Just as readers and consumers come and go, interest in any produce rises and wanes. Enthusiasm for your story will not always remain the same. So following that logic stories do come to end. Stories have to come to an end. As all things do.

But the questions remains. How long does a story needs to be to remain engaging? And simply, how long does a story need to be?

Because I mean, I have seen them. Stories that are way too long, some three thousand chapters long and counting, not to speak of those reaching six thousand chapters in length. I cannot speak for anyone else, but as for myself, it is no longer remains a hobby per se, it becomes a chore. I mean three thousand chapters, six thousand chapters is really hard already and it's just one person's journey at that.

Not to mention the really short ones, although I can give them some leeway. Afterall, that is why they are called short stories. But for some of the really good ones, it does leave you wanting more.

So what I do think is would be the most appropriate situation in terms of a story's length or breadth? Well frankly, I do not know. Because when I said at the beginning that I torn about this topic, it is because I truly am. I mean it is not like I do not understand from the point of view of them online authors and with the climate around writing and publishing stories online, from what I can see, and that from the stand point of a consumer it is mostly a very good deal. But in all this back and forth of interest, when the dust settles, it is ultimately the story and quality of the story that becomes the victim here. And I think I would most definitely fault the author for that.

So to conclude this, I think all this now is all about balancing out the satisfactions and the expectations of your audience and yourself as an author, because you know were you want to end it, but you also know that if it is a good one they will want more and then you will be expected to have to prolong more. And  ultimately, it is having the courage to say to them and to yourself, this is where the story goes from here,  this is the logical conclusion it must follow, this is how much breadth is allotted to it. And that it will not stray away from that.

So what do you think? I would like to know your thought in the comments. Until then peace.

Private editors - pros take from 17 to 30 dollars for 1700 words.

Prices for editing 1000 words fluctuate according to Google from 2 to 15 dollars. It is likely that older schoolchildren and college students of native speakers or in whom English is the second language (the legacy of empires) undertakes such editing. The level and quality of the translation will undoubtedly be higher (ours in which English is the third language). But since our level of knowledge is not very good, how can we evaluate the quality of editing? Need means another expert who would test the knowledge of the editor before starting work and paying. And this is an additional cost.

The easiest option (until you make money for a paid editor) is a machine editor, but not everything is smooth there either.

The second option is to learn English grammar yourself (but it takes time and money).

The third option is to find a free editor, but it will edit you from the kindness of sincere Chapter 5! You should be very grateful to him for this. After all, he spent his time on you and shared valuable knowledge.

And so I'm not sure that you will find an editor who can read all the chapters - 100-200-300 with the number of words from 80,000 to 300,000 for your simple thanks. I have not met such people yet. But probably they are?


I had an idea, in 2018 I am going to popularize the subject of the Silk Ooty. But in fact, all authors write what is close to their spirit, what they read or want to share their thoughts with others. And others just make a little money.

Moreover, writing is far from the most reliable and fastest way to earn money. If you also do not know the word very well.

In fact, it's faster to earn money by selling ads on YouTube or by taking food photos, although, of course, the sales hit has already passed.

Having a camera for $ 500-900, another $ 1,000 for gadgets, such as tripods, backlights. shadows, and other things, plus quality photo courses for $ 1000. If you have $ 3,000, then in half a year you will learn how to shoot so that your photographs will take "drains" at first, the authors will receive the first months from $ 50 to $ 200. For the second year, from 500 to 700 dollars. At the same time, they cook, sell their creations - jams, pastries, sell their ideas on healthy eating. Someone prepares healthy breakfasts or o-Bentos in offices, the prices are naturally higher, they are calculated for the rich office workers of foreign enterprises, state-owned companies.

Some go to flea markets, where they buy old dishes from their grandmothers for a penny, and then they sell it, bringing a little beauty for money in their online stores.

Money is flowing. Some go to Japan or South Korea to open online stores and make money again. Selling their products in their homeland, and some special items from their homeland in Japan or Korea. By the way, here you can write such a short story about different ways to make money. The fjord of short stories. Chapters 60-80.

Quick ways to make money!

In the meantime, I have three ideas to write new short stories. But to start writing new, not finishing the old, somehow does not look quite right. This will only show readers that the author is scattered with ideas, and at the same time, without burning desire, to bring the story to the end.

My Bro on the Tao is right if he really decided to start writing a new story, finish the old one. Even if the end is far-fetched, not entirely logical, but this is the end of the story. If desired, then you can write further if of course there are new thoughts.

So far I have 4 completed novels. You can write another 53 chapters and complete one novel, another rather than a novel, but a tool for evaluating, expressing thoughts about writing novels. discussion of issues. The third in the municipality can be completed now and then write the second season since it was more likely a short story. Then only the main novel will remain and you can start writing small stories voicing new ideas.

And later they will rewrite the story of adventurers and treasure hunters, compiling the story with already completed storybooks. And thus write a good romance with romance, cooking, adventure, and treasures.

Then it remains only to find a good editor. But the prof will take about $ 1,000 for a book of 80,000 words and not the pros, is a student native speaker from Asia probably 200-300 dollars?
This is considered a very good salary for us for 1 month of work.

Well, if at the same time he agrees to edit, and his editing will be at least average. Then one could try. But for now, it's all just a dream.

In all likelihood, I will slowly finish some novels in order to move on to new stories.

Thoughts of why and why stories are written.

All the same English, he has not improved in 18 days.

I'll figure something out, try to correct the text.

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This is a work of art. Any resemblance to real people or real events is purely coincidental.

They all celebrated some further occasions too.Let me explain in short about those.They had a small quiz day on Subash Chandra Bose's birth anniversary and national girl child day,which was yesterday (in India) was celebrated by making some colourful rangolis like Indian culture,Kanya polka and they planted lots of trees too.Basically they had the day like Indians do.I mean like..it's a great idea!
We could give it a shot too...It was republic day too,they hosted the flag and had March past like soldiers.They got some small chocolates too.They had lots of fun.The school celebrated different occasions for children to remeber and learn new things.
After that,many years passed like that.
Maya was alright now.On the other hand,Sheela was fine and they catched Maneesha's fake/step mother.Sheferi had no more anger...because she was just fooling them,it was a lie..yeah I know I made a lot of chapters on that.Forgive me but...since we are going to start a new topic,congrats to everyone's effort on reading my story till now.Hope you will  like further more chapters.Don't worry,the story won't be very long after this but not short too,kinda medium.I know your waiting,so don't be frustrated and angry at me but...I'm not going to post anything until tomorrow,the next chapter is going to be out tomorrow.Get good sleep and next day,you will find some chapters here,released.
HAPPY REPUBLIC DAY IN ADVANCE.
It's pandemic time,corona/covid 19 has caused lots of trouble.Schools are closed,all are at home doing online classes,me too,attending in laptop...but it's quite boring.At first I thought it will be great,since they said it's for 1 month or so,only but later it didn't even end.Can't go out,no fun,now all time is a holiday but in that holiday,there is school.
We,students thought that we will have an  opportunity to be in colour dress,no uniforms.We don't wear uniforms online so...yeah!...but it seems that we didnt wear uniforms for completely 1 academic year.Its still a doubt whether school will open next academic year,2021 in April or June.. (in India).Life is completely different now.Hope all situations will be better and we will have the same lifestyle again.Stay home,stay safe and stay in webnovel sometimes,to read my story😂😜🤗😝😛😶🤭

3 friends aged over 18 find a secretively path which is a secret path/tunnel to a magical land where imaginary animals live, on a beautiful scenario.They found some extraordinary things they have never heard or seen or thought about but one day an unexpected thing came up.

Ladies and gentlemen , today I'm going to introduce you to one of my personalities , Sherlock Holmes ! ( just kidding , it's for fun )
I got this personality with my short lasting but profound love for chemistry  and crimes , although I'm not even close to the genius he has . I , by my nature , am a very curious , hard-working person , and I like to analyze and reanalyze things and people , think and rethink subjects , talk and talk again about topics . But as everything in my life , this can bring pain as much as it brings happiness .
Overthinking . You probably are tired of hearing the same word from all types of people . But this time was different . In the beautiful village I'm living , things like electricity can come and go if it rains or snows . A certain day , however , the maior decided to bring us some good by replacing the old electricity poles with new ones . And of course they needed to turn off the electricity . On a week day . When I was having online classes . At first , I thought my house had some problems , because it happened a few times in the past , but I later found out that the entire city was in the same situation . My battery was low on my phone , tablet and even laptop , so I couldn't continue the online classes . With the left battery that I had , I called one of my hyungs to tell them the story , and my homeroom teacher , to let her know the situation .
What to do next ? I tried to think about this as an escape , and an opportunity to focus on something I enjoyed doing . I went out , and before tidying up a lit the yard, I began reading a book I bought . The topic was difficult for my already alert mindstate , and I decided to just enjoy the sunlight . To be sure that someone was indeed working to solve this electricity problem , I took my old bike and went to investigate .
I found them already working , and as I was already outside , the bike took me to all the places I held dearly in my heart . For a short period of time . The street where I used to hide myself and my so called boyfriend two years ago , I think it was . Time sure flies . The street where I first hugged him . The street and the park that were of the greatest fun . Distant memories . I felt like I was watching a movie , seeing myself and the others in those places . But it also remained me of my old passion , biking , that seemed as good as dead , because I didn't want to bring myself to suffer because of those memories . Now, it doesn't affect me as much , but I admit that I miss the nights when I knew someone , out there, chose me , to cherish me and love me . It wasn't to be , but I embraced all the feelings it gave me .
Home again . After a failed attempt to read again , I went to my room . What to do . I grabbed my heavy book that contains all the Shelock Holmes stories , and read everything that I highlighted . Needless to say that I couldn't read a new chapter again . Cleaning my room and my dresser seemed so hard to do , that I couldn't do much .
Everything is blank . I don't know what I did all of those hours , waiting for someone to come home , to simply talk about the issue . I talked a bit with my short haired friend , telling her that if I am to stay the whole night without electricity , I would rather spend the night at her house , because the next morning I needed to attent online classes again . And I really needed this time . This is another story . Another chapter .
All I know that the silence , as in the title , almost suffocated me . Long story short , music is like air for me . Like cigarettes for smokers . Like alcohol for alcoholics . And the headphones are like a perfusion , that keeps me alive . You will almost never find me in silence , except for the moment I'm learning . And this time , silence got the worst of me . I began thinking of the worst things that are happening at the moment, things I have no control over , but that are still concerning me . About all my failures, in my already damaged mindset , without having the music to cheer me up after . About how nobody came home . How they left me here , all alone . About everything I was trying to figure out and take it slow . My mind was a mess . I was a big , trembling , crying ball of stress , hundreds of ideas and problems .
The title of the chapter was made in that day , too , because I couldn't talk to myself, like I used to do , I didn't have access to music , so I could sing , and I couldn't contact anyone . I was in complete silence . I realised how much I needed electricity , even for small tasks , like warming up my food , and how almost all  the activities and so called projects I wanted to do needed a form of electricity . 
This might be a simple exageration to you , but it proved me once again, that humans are social beings , and how much they need to socialize . And it proved me how much I need music to keep me , well alive . It was a horrible experience , all alone , in silence all day and with my damaged thoughts , but I was forced to spend time with myself and I couldn't . This journey is longer and harder than I expected . I wish no one this type of mental breakdown or mindstate . 
Hopefully , my short haired friend took me in for more than 12 hours , and let me attend online classes without worrying about electricity . This time spend together was needed too , because we haven't seen each other for quite some time , so I'm grateful that under such a circumstance , I could spend time with her , and she helped me calm down a bit after all those crying bursts . 
I haven't given you an exercize for quite some time , right ? Oh , I sound like my homeroom teacher , but whatever , I'm going to do it . Try reducing the time you spend inside and with your electronics . Try namjooning . And google it . And no , no the one that mean breaking things . Instead , the one that gets in touch with nature . I don't want to be some guru or something , but a little fresh air can help you calm down and is better if you spend more time in nature . Try , little by little , to spend less time with electronics , and use the old fashioned way . Try , for example , for a week , to spend one hour you would spend on social media , doing something you like , such as my writing here , or reading , or learning a new language . This is not a typical topic about how social media harms us , but rather my advice to "safe " , if you want , time , by spending less and less time on it . You are not going to regret it.

The novel has been deleted and will no longer be upgraded.

Title: The Anthology In Which We Met

Description: About a student reviewer and Light Novelist classmate forming a rivalry about stories. This is about their day to day interactions as they learn more about writing stories from each other.

This is basically me writing in my pass time some concepts I don't have the time to actually write in full length. That's why I'm just listing it based on what genre story it is rather than anything concrete.

Prologue: Meeting My Dreaded Nemesis!

As a child, I always believed myself to be the hero of my own story. That I was hiding some special talent even I myself didn't know about was waiting for my time to shine. The media that affected me most was watching 'Superheroes' and other kind of generally nice protagonists easily getting ahead in life. It was like the world itself was protecting them from harm.

However, as I grew up, I realised that I severely underestimated the 'story' of life. It was when I realised that I was slowly becoming an 'outcast' with no friends in Primary School did I realise that just waiting for life to shower you with luck is just an unrealistic fantasy only protagonists in fiction could do. An actual human being needed to work hard!

To think that I was narrow-minded enough to believe that the fiction of reality was as simple as a power fantasy... It wasn't a self-indulgent tale created to cater to whims of reader's desires!

Instead, it was an extremely adaptive and interactive story where choices and the will of the almighty author of my life mattered most. The story of James Speedwagon could even become a tragedy or psychological drama if I didn't pay enough attention to the people around me. This realisation led me to aim for the perfect slice-of-life my story should be...!

This made me exercise my body, honing my fashion sense by asking my sister for advice, and generally paying attention to the 'story' happening around me so I could avoid the worst outcomes imaginable.

Once my backstory was finished and I moved on to Secondary School, I knew at that moment that this time it was truly my time to shine! The training to become a typical good-looking classmate who could enjoy is school life with his high popularity was a success. Ahhh, the wonders of using everything one has in their disposal to control their story's route~

The feeling of being control of my life is so wonderful~! Who wouldn't love this kind of life?

A mob never undergoes intense hardships!

I had a nice group of friends with the same interest as me, no bullies, high grades, and the respect of the people around me. Although their were the odd few who viewed me as stuck-up and arrogant due to their jealousy, everything was mostly perfect.

Not only did I have a great mask that allowed others to have better feelings about, but my true identity also shined in the vast ocean of the internet as Webnovelist that posted an anthology of short stories online for my own amusement. Seeing people comment in order to praise me for my hard work really made me feel that all the time I spent toiling and planning fiction was worth every moment of it.

Everything was so peaceful... until SHE came along...

"Good morning, today we're going to introduce a new transfer student. Please be sure to treat her nicely, okay?" The bald-headed teacher spoke with a tone that left no room to refute. However, before the person in question was sent to sit at her seat, the transfer gestured by putting her hand up.

"...You don't have to put up your hand."

"Sir, can I do a self introduction? Pleeeassee~" The girl transfer student stretched out her last words in an extremely cute tone. This, combined with her natural Asian beauty, made it hard deny her.

"You can..."

"Thank you, Sir~" Even her words of gratitude seemed to be affected by her bubbly personality and came out sounding pleasant to hear. If she became a voice actor then I'm sure she'd make a lot of money.

"Nice to meet everyone, my name is Tina Sakura. I may look and sound like your typical Japanese foreigner but if you ask if I actually know how to speak Japanese, then you'll be disappointed~!

Some claim I'm eccentric while others claim I'm fun to be with, but what's my most notable quality is that I'm the Light Novel author of 'Is my Big Brother really a Magic Assassin?'. My pen-name is 'Girigiri-girl' and I'm a Genius Writer that's quite popular online~!" The girl named Tina spoke with so much confidence that my short-circuited in confusion.

Was this girl out of her mind? Did she not feel any shame? How could she reveal her identity as a writer so easily? This is quite strange... Normally, most would try to avoid being labelled as some kind of 'Bookworm', but this girl seems perfectly content with the outcome...! Somehow, her bubbly personality seemed to melt everyone's hearts quite quickly... Eventually, the entire class befriended her.

However, when it finally came to my turn of having my heavily guarded heart melted by her extroverted attitude, I buckled and decided to avoid her altogether instead. Why? Well, it was because she took the 'spotlight' without even trying to.

I felt quite jealous towards her... Not only did she honestly talk about her hobbies, but she didn't even have to pay attention to anyone else's feelings to befriend them. It was almost like she was a naturally born main character who didn't need to put effort into her appearance yet still got along with everyone around her. Strangely, I've even come to hate that part about her... I feel like my effort was wasted...!

"Hey, you okay...?"

"It's nothing. Just leave me alone. Be quite in the library." I asked while spending my break 'reading'.

No, it wasn't quite that. This Girigiri-girl before me might be an 'Author', but I myself was actually a 'Troper' that recognised the ins and outs of a story in order to give it an appropriate review. My username of 'Prince Pauper, the Troper' online was treated like a grim reaper which many tried to stay away from due to my constructive but negative review methods.

"You like reading as well?" She asked with curiosity.

I closed the Fantasy Novel I Has in my hand and nodded my head since there's no use hiding it. I've already realised the errors of my ways and decided to stop hiding what parts of me are truly 'real'...

"That's great! Do you wanna become pen-pals?" The girl asked with great enthusiasm. It was this mundane conversation that started the endless battles between me and my nemesis, Tina Sakura!

(Cover by Darkstar Dust)

This is a story I worked on ages ago that has been refined and edited by adding foreshadowing to events while also simplifying the power system better than before. This story can be considered a prequel to An Adventure Beyond Greatness as it takes place years prior to the events of that story.

Short Synopsis:
After retiring from the battlefield, my life became empty and lifeless. The regrets of my past haunt me in my sleep. Then a change occurred, a King from another world summoned me to fight for his kingdom, but I died even before I could give him my answer. Now, after a fake God allowed me to reincarnate (albeit imperfectly) with my memories intact, into a world filled with magic and swords.

Long Synopsis:
This is about a flawed protagonist who only knew to rely on others and not socialise who gets a second chance to change himself in order to live the life he aimed for in his past life. The narrator isn’t exactly trustworthy since it is purely in his bias perspective while other perspectives given by others fill in the blanks that he either leaves out or twists to suit the situation.

The story itself can be considered a parody of Isekai’s classic tropes which are given a sense of reality as time goes by. As there exists no ‘Demon Lord’, there is also no black and white, only characters opinions and counter-opinions throughout the story.

I'll try not to make this story hard to comprehend, but life is not something that can be explained with just words.
I remember a saying that goes: It takes three years to learn something good, but just three days to learn something bad.
But how can a thoroughly evil person become good?
My answer? Seven friends.
They walked in front of me, falling into the depths of the unfathomable abyss on my behalf in order to put me back on the right path and to make me cherish everything that I have.
If not for these seven friends, I might've turned out to be a complete bad egg.
 ...
Whitey, Fourth Brother, and Brother Si were the three individuals whom I'd like to coin my lucky charms, as I've shared previously. In this last piece of 'Seven Friends', though, I will focus on myself.
After graduation, I started working at the airport.
I was an aircraft officer in charge of guaranteeing scheduled flights. It sounds grand but it really was just only in name.
A general knowledge that I've learned ever since working in the airport was how independent it was, just like a big plot of land.
Airports were just like bus stops to me, with planes being the buses.
Planes belonged to different airlines, as so do the pilots and stewardesses.
Airport staffs were like employees from public transport companies except that you don't see them at every station.
As the name implies, a flight guarantor is anyone who ensures that the landed planes can make the next flight as scheduled. 
My job was to provide food and other necessary supplies that passengers could take down the plane.
Things like food, drinks, magazines, newspapers, vomit bag, utensils, blankets, pillows, and etc.
Of course, we do not merely provide goods for the passengers but also for the pilots and stewardesses.
It was said that airports in other countries would even provide the stewardesses with sanitary towels.
I've been working as an aircraft officer for three years now and I'm about to talk about the three other individuals, namely my colleagues Ah Fu, Ah Fei, and Ah Liang.
Ah Fei was a good man. It was even appropriate to compare his character to Zhang Fei, a fearsome fighter in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.
Zhang Fei was an unforgettable person with tan skin.
Whenever anyone asks how Ah Fei looks, we would simply activate Baidu image search and key in the term 'black people' before randomly choosing a photograph and claiming him as Ah Fei.
Ah Fei used to be our leader's secretary but upon the latter's resignation, he became our captain.
Reporting flight activities was his main job as the captain, so he's in charge of sending us to receive planes.
I remembered the time when I fell off from a carriage. It was about five in the morning and he drove over just to pick me up and send me to the hospital. I was lucky that it wasn't a serious injury.
It might sound like a dull story to you but it serves as a potential brief to a book.
When I first started writing stories, I often interviewed Ah Fei since he was a bookworm. He would always smile and claim not to understand my stories as they are neither pleasing nor lengthy. He said that they lacked sequence and decent plots. He had also correctly predicted that gaining some fans wouldn't guarantee profits, but I never changed.
Ah Liang wasn't a kind person at all, though he wasn't thoroughly a 'bad' person either. He was, in my opinion, the most knowledgeable of the four of us. He seemed to know everything, especially math. He was able to answer any question pertaining to numbers almost instantaneously. His story could be written into a book but he wasn't keen on it since he's failed a lot in life. Before he started working as an aircraft officer, he ran his own restaurant in Guangzhou. In spite of that, he's definitely one of the most pitiful bosses around.
He would always tell us how he would buy a 12-inch sandwich from Subway if he doesn't feel like eating instant noodles. He would cut the sandwich first into two then into three sections each. In that way, he was able to settle two days worth of breakfast, lunch, and dinner for just over 20 yuan.
At times, he would also briefly mention the people and things he witnessed in the restaurant.
Even then, those bits of information were enough for me to compile into a good story.
Ah Fu joined some time later. He's older than all of us but he looked decently young. When I first started becoming a staff trainer of sorts, I complimented him for being serious at work. I was shocked to find out later on that he was seven years older than me. Ah Fu has fewer stories to share but each one was a classic. It's a pity that this story was about me, but I'd definitely share his story if there's a chance in the future.
Just like that, the three of them became my friends, colleagues, and dorm mates.
The four of us have been living each day happily and that's how Short, Light, Free came about after we moved into our new apartment.
I felt extremely lucky for having three loving colleagues. It's because of them that I've been able to focus all my energy on writing.
I'm about to share my story in detail.
Three years ago, when I first entered the airport, I worked on alternate days.
I had to work a 16-hour to 24-hour shift each time.
I got up at 4:30 in the morning and would only leave work at five in the afternoon if I'm lucky.
If not, I would have to stay until five the next morning.
We had a 24-hour worth of workload dumped on us.
The rest day that we get was really just for us catch up on our rest and sleep.
Out of the 24 hours, then, only 10 to 14 hours were truly left for us.
Initially, it really wasn't tiring at all since we could look forward to resting the next day.
Plus, things became much easier when it was about time to knock off. Knowing that the happenings of the next day would be none of our business was like finishing school on a Friday. We could look forward to the beautiful and free weekend.
You might think that the most unbearable part was the night before our next shift, right?
No. It's actually the morning of the rest day.
Knowing that the next shift would begin the next morning, I would want to spend my rest day carefreely. As such, I played so many games and quickly got addicted within half a year.
Whitey brought me to the gaming cafe and Brother Si informed me that held-held controller games were about to be eliminated.
Online gaming was the new thing that people would patronize because it was more convenient and speedy.
As long as you remember your account details and patiently wait for downloads and updates, you'll be able to get hold of the latest games.
If I get sick of the old games, I would simply switch to a new one. This was exactly how I spent my rest days.
One day, amidst my absolutely boring life, I found her.
An adorable gamer girl that was very much different from us.
She enjoyed literature. Real literature.
I would observe her as she stays up to read her books and even pen down her reflections after.
She made me think about my story-writing past.
Stories which I had thought were good.
After some time, I got close to her.
Do you guys remember 'I'm Not Bad'? That was my very first story. It was also the first story I shared with her.
We made a pact. I was to tell her a bedtime story every night.
This went on for a whole month, which kinda set the tone for Short, Light, Free.
That night, after sharing my last story, I confessed my secret to her and to my surprise, she gladly accepted it.
She mentioned that she couldn't find anything about my stories online, to which I replied, "Because they're my stories."
"Why haven't you tried sharing these stories online?" she asked.
I pondered over her words for the whole of that night. I actually felt happy that she had asked that question.
Why shouldn't I share them with everyone?
I sat in front of the computer, thinking hard.
I tried coming up with a pen name to no avail.
Let it be.
Right. Let it be. No matter what happens, even if the people don't appreciate my work, I'd just let it be.
I typed that in and pressed confirm. Thinking back now, I have no idea how I carried out such a decisive action.
'Let it be' became my pen name.
My next question: What do I write?
Fairytale? Maybe.
Science fiction? A bit.
Short pieces? Indeed.
Scattered? Yeah, all kinds.
So what exactly is it?
I found a term after some search: Light stories/reads.
My stories were simple, a mixture and unrestricted.
Short, Light, Free...
I started working on it, adding one story after another into the collection.
I gave up many things for this.
Do you remember what I said about my rest days?
No more games. At times, I would even get a bottle of white wine and Red Bull to keep me company as I wrote through the night.
I spent my days like that for half a year.
I was in the third year of my job, which was also the first year into my book when the government decided to double the airport's runway from 1.5km to 3km.
I've been to bigger airports, where I had to walk a whole 10 minutes just to exit the place.
It was something our airport was aiming to achieve.
The space that they needed for the expansion was exactly where our dorm was situated.
It was something the airport wouldn't hesitate to tear down.
We were left with no choice but to seek another accommodation.
For a university graduate like me, I had no idea how difficult moving house was.
The four of us eventually settled in a small village near the airport.
Our house consisted of four rooms, a living area, and two bathrooms.
It was in there that I've written most of my stories.
Recently, however, I've left the airport and returned to the city. All for love.
Short, Light, Free will be coming to an end, but I will be starting a new book.
It would fill up the holes left from some old stories.
It would also be stripped off of some of my bad writing habits.
I hope to improve and hope that my readers will like the changes that I'll be attempting.
Perhaps 63 is a number I can't escape since I'm choosing to announce the end of my book 630,000 words in.
I will also be closing this book with the 63rd story.
New stories, writing styles and structures, and unique features will be coming your way, dear readers.


A series of short stories, of different genres. 
Simple yet thought-provoking reads. 

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Short story

Curiosity (Short Pinoy BL)

Running into the sunset

I Don't Know What To Write

Thoughts on writing stories

THE FANTASY LAND

Forest horro story

删除小说

Battlefield Restart (Dropped)

Short, Light, Free

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