I enjoy poetry very much and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past, therefore I feel like it would be magical to share it with everyone. 
I didn't know much about poetry at the start but then when I got lured by the magics of it. I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing but in a rhythmic format. 
You don't know what's ahead of you unless you try.

PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few minutes to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.

I truly enjoy writing poetry and I have done a lot of poetic artworks in the past - I feel like it would be magical to share it! 
I didn't know much about poetry at the start, but then when I got lured by the magics of it - I was trapped. It's exactly like story writing, but in a rhythmic style. 
I guess it's the notion of - you don't know what's ahead of you unless you try.

PS: These are scattered, individual poetry in one book. They're generally really short and take a few moments to read. They all contain different genres and are all different styles of poetry.

Mostly poetry written by me or poetry I find to be good. I’m looking for ways to improve and am looking forward to suggestions. Thanks!

"Katherine, are you ready?" She grabbed her wallet and cell phone and hurried into the living room where Angelina was tapping her foot impatiently. Katherine raised a brow at her.
"How are you ready before I am?"
She laughed, tossing her head back. "Since tonight! I have the only hot date with Cage Cavanaugh. Just a little while until he is fully mine."
Sure, she was able to send provocative texts to her Mr Mystery over the internet, but she didn't have hopes that it would turn into a movie star or someone who would sweep her off her feet and take her to dreamland. Maybe, the words about billionaires and millionaires had gotten to her, and she had entertained the idea for a while, but nothing more than that. She couldn't bear to run off with such silly ideas. She felt a little guilty for her thoughts, too. 
"You mentioned he's sending you poetry." 'How ridiculous was that?' Katherine thought. Of course, Cage Cavanaugh was a well-read individual and poetry wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility… come to think of it, Katherine would have been impressed if her favourite star was interested in reading poetry and distributing love among other people. But it wasn't cool for him to send poetry to some random girl he had met on a mobile application and spent a couple of days talking. Especially love poems!
Angelina squealed and dug into her purse, searching for her phone. "I've been meaning to show you but was afraid that you would be sour because I am the one talking to Cage Cavanaugh." She smiled. "I'll stop talking to him if you don't like it," she said quietly, but the smugness in her voice gave her away. She would never stop talking to him, it was all a ruse. 
Katherine laughed. "Sure doesn't sound like what you want to do, Angel." She toyed with the idea of telling Angelina to stop the pretence and come to the conclusion that she was being catfished, but she didn't want to be a bitch about it. What if it really was Cage Cavanaugh? What if they were really talking and they liked each other and her friend really did become Mrs Cavanaugh? Surely, she couldn't throw away her weird friendship with Angelina and the chance that she was talking to a real person who liked her back. It didn't matter that she thought Angelina was being stupid. What mattered was that everything was possible in this world.
Katherine held out her hand, "Let me see it. I wanna see what my favourite movie star is sending you." That seemed to placate the other.
"Really?" She threw her arms around Katherine, surprising her. Angelina squeezed her hard, making it difficult for her to breath.
"Really," Katherine chocked out. She giggled as she released her. "What would you do if I were talking to Cage?" her joke was met with a grim expression.
"Are you talking to someone who you think is him?" she growled. Katherine shook her head, furiously, not wanting to unleash the wrath of a jealous beast. "Then, fine. I would tear him away from you and make him mine," she said, sticking her tongue out.
Katherine snorted. Of course, Angelina was one of those fans who got obsessed and latched onto their stars. Katherine could say that she was the same, but she prided herself over keeping her words rational in front of others. 
"Give me your phone," Katherine asked with a smile. 
Angelina forked it over and she opened the gaming app. Katherine put on a pokerface as she tried to contain her laughter. She had thought that she was chatty with strangers, but in reality, it was nothing compared to how Angelina and her Cage spoke.
She scrolled through the messages. 
[QueenAngelina: Do you love Kevin Heart as much as I do?]
[Kevin Heart: Kevin is the coolest character ever.]
[QueenAngelina: Did you enjoy playing him?]
[Kevin Heart: Yeah. It was an absolute blast. The screenplay was so smooth and the controls excellent. I enjoyed it thoroughly!]
[QueenAngelina: Eeep!]
Katherine gaped. No wonder Angelina had thought this guy was the real deal. Apart from the poetry, there were a lot of signals that this guy was someone else, but for the life of her, she couldn't come out and say that to her face. The poetry was that of a middle-school curriculum and the poetry he wrote for her was at best, subpar. Who was this idiot?
"Where you two online at the same time?" she asked, astounded by the chat.
"Yeah.I am going to ask for his number soon. It would be so much easier to talk over text."
Katherine raised a brow. "You really think he will give it to you?" She nodded her head hard.
"He loves me. Of course, he will."
Katherine skimmed through the rest of the chat.
[Kevin Heart: You're different from the girls I usually hang out with.]
[QueenAngelina: I bet! I'm sure you know a ton of girls, really pretty ones, too. What's your name?]
[Kevin Heart: We should stick with Kevin Heart. My mom always tells me not to talk to strangers on the internet. I don't think I'll be revealing my identity very soon.]
It was official, Angelina was hitting on a thirteen-year-old boy—a boy that needed his mom's permission to talk to people on the internet. Moreover, he was playing Kevin Heart… just the game version that recently came out. The boy hadn't been lying when he said that Kevin Heart was the coolest character ever. He was speaking from his heart!
"Isn't it wonderful?" she asked, all dreamy. Katherine bit back a groan. Any minute the FBI was going to burst in and arrest her friend for soliciting a minor. It could happen at any moment.
 "Yeah." With that Katherine remembered to drag Angelina out of the apartment, towards the movie theatre. 
Katherine patted my hair down as she sat into the car.  It was time to leave RayKon53 behind and set my eyes the actor Cage Cavanaugh. She grinned as Angelina started the car. That day was a good day.
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[COMPLETED] [WARNING: MATURE CONTENT] "We could be louder," he whispered in a raspy voice. She shook with need and was about to turn when he clucked his tongue. "Ah, ah, ah, don't do that. I'll see you later, little girl." And with that, he vanished. 

- - - - 

Cage was at the top of the world: the emperor of the film industry. But it is truly lonely at the top. Surrounded by staff members who want him to work to his bones and no one to lean on, Cage turns to gaming. In such dire times, he stumbles across a mysterious female gamer who leaves him speechless and aroused at the same time. 

Graphic designer and fangirl extraordinaire, Katherine, finds a gamer who outshines her. In this world there was someone like this? All she can do is acknowledge his brilliance. [Take my bow, Senpai. You have eaten my gold.] But why does this message sound so… provocative? 

A series of lecherous conversations turn into something deeper, until one day the two fall irrevocably in love with each other. “Hey, let’s fall in love...” Follow them as they traverse through life and the hardships that are thrown at them. Who knows, maybe us single dogs can learn a thing or two. 

- - - - - 

"My little loli likes to watch? What a naughty little girl." She was embarrassed that she was caught and mortified by the voice of the man she recognized as ‘him’. What was he doing here? She started to turn around, but he grasped her shoulder so she couldn't move. 

"No, let's watch." His breath was at her ear, fire lapping at her nerves, singeing and burning her insides, making a pleasant feeling erupt in her stomach. His arm snaked around her shoulder and grabbed her hand while his other hand slid down to her sides until it rested on her hip. He was not pressing himself into her, but she felt completely engulfed by him. She knew she should scream, or stomp on his foot, but all she could do was listen to his breathing escalate as his thumb rubbed her shoulder, putting her in a stupor. 

She thought she heard him sniff her hair and his lips lightly grazed her ears as he whispered. "Don't miss the show because of me, little girl." 

Her eyes flickered back to the couple in the car, and she let out a whimper as she saw the man pull at the woman's hair, baring her beck to him, inviting his mouth to lick and suck. She felt ‘him’ close the gap between them, his hard body pressed up against hers, his arms tightly holding her. There was no mistaking what she felt on her lower back and she closed her eyes in delight.

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Read my other works: 
1. Cornered by the CEO - Complete
2. Autopsy of a Mind - Complete
3. The Story of Blood and Roses - Complete 
4. Phoenix in the Moonlight - Hiatus

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So.... I found out you can make a grilled cheese sandwich with mayonnaise. 

 My back is all sunburned from pulling grass and stuff. Like my left shoulder and right shoulder blade sting. It's not to bad though. I remember this one time I had severe sun burn. Like my skin was peeling off and It hurt whenever my skin came in contact with something. 



Anyways, I've been trying to think of ways to make my relationship better. I just realized that saying "I love you" everyday doesn't  mean much. I really I want to get something for her, but she doesn't want anything. I also know that material things are not really great at expressing your feelings. So I thought " I can do or make something for her."

 Though, what could I do? I mean I have a few things I am good at. Maybe I can write how I feel then give it to her. Not a love letter, but just expressing what I think, feel, believe, and value. I could also write a poem. Maybe a few poems? A book of poems? That actually sounds pretty good. I already have a few love poems written with her as my inspiration. I could just write all that down and make her read it. Then keep adding poems to it over time. Though, I don't know if I should post it online. I mean, what if someone else steals my work? Then again, poetry is art and art has to be appreciated. There is no way anyone will appreciate art if it's locked away. 



So yeah. Maybe I should start posting up my poetry. Would any of you read it? Does anyone even read this? Currently my journal says over 3 thousand views, but do you guys really read this journal? Or do you just skim over it? Do you just get bored and forget? Then go on to delete my journal from your library? Anyways, I just want to see if I have actual readers. So if you've really read this. Could you make a comment?


I Just want to see if there is anyone who actually reads my bull shit.



Sincerely: Calamity

My Journal of thoughts and poems
I have lots of things on my mind
I'll write when I have something to enter in this Journal

Aisha was crying very much, on her mistake that why didn't she told Nikunj that she likes him.

Crying she took the phone to call Nikunj. As she decided no matter what she is going to confess her feelings to him. At least he should know that there is someone who likes him too.

She dialed his number, Nikunj picked the call on 3rd ring.

Aisha — hello, in a very heavy voice because she was crying.

Nikunj — hello.

Aisha — what are you doing?

Nikunj — leave that, tell me why your voice is so heavy? Are you crying? What happens?

Aisha — I don't know, what happened but I wanted to tell you something.

Nikunj — what is it?

Aisha — I want to say that...

Nikunj — that?

Aisha — I like you.

Nikunj —okay what's in that I like you too.

Aisha — not that friendship like but the like which is the start of love.

Nikunj?

Aisha — yes, I like you 

As soon as she uttered these words the voice came from behind.

Aisha

Aisha

Aisha wakes up, what happened.

Wake up, Aisha.

Aisha woke up in shock realizing it was a mere bad dream. And the voice is of her sister, Aahana.

She checked her phone there was no call from Nikunj.

"What happens?" Her sister asked 

To whom you were saying I like you?

And why are you crying? Did you saw a bad dream?

Her sister started asking her continuously.

"Wait", Aisha uttered in frustration 

Was I sleeping? 

Yes, her sister said.

It means there wasn't any call right?

Stupid you were sleeping. And talking in a dream.

What did you saw?

Nothing, leave.

Aisha said and went to the washroom to get fresh.

After having water, she realized that she likes Nikunj, and as she was thinking about him the whole day she saw him in dreams too. Along with the fear, what if she lost him?

She decided to confess to Nikunj that she likes him.

No matter what happens.

But wait what if he doesn't like me?

And because of this our friendship got at stake?

(Ohhh man, shit she was facing the same situation that many of us face when we fall in love with our friend to whom we can't afford to lose even if it means to hurt ourselves.)

I have an idea, Aisha murmured to herself.

I will tell him indirectly and see how he reacts, if he reacts positively I will say him directly. If not, I will never confess to him.


She sent, 

"Hire" to Nikunj and started waiting for Nikunj to come online and reply to her message.

The time was passing with great speed it was 11 pm,

She was now assured that he isn't going to come online now because he sleeps at 10 pm every day.

He must be tired, Aisha murmured to console herself.

Keeping her phone aside she got lean on the bed facing the opposite direction of the phone.

And suddenly her phone got vibrated on the notification that she has received a message.


It must be someone else, her mind stated.

"What if it's Nikunj?" Her heart made a statement-making her turn and check her phone.

It was Nikunj's message.

Hi.

Exciting she replied, "hiee".

Nikunj — were you sleeping?

Aisha — do I sleep, this early?

Nikunj — no you weren't online that's why I asked.

Aisha — was doing some work.

Nikunj — okay, okay.

Aisha — how was your day, enjoyed?

Nikunj — it was kickass, and I'm very happy.

Aisha — ohhh, good what all you did?

Nikunj — I performed, had fun with friends.

And do you remember that I have told you about my school friend's friend who has a crush on me?

(Aisha was all in shock what if her dream comes true ?)

Aisha —yes, what she did?

Nikunj — No, No she didn't do anything. Because she hasn't come only. She is not well.

Aisha — ohhh, great ..!

Nikunj — what?

Aisha — No No, I meant it's great she is resting at home, I hope she gets well soon.

Nikunj — ohhh, yeah she will be fine soon. I'm thinking to go to her home to see her.

Aisha — why, why?

Nikunj — because she is my friend.

Why are you reacting so weird? All okay?

Aisha — Nothing, all is fine.

Nikunj — so what you did the whole day?

Aisha — I have written poetry should I send you?

Nikunj — of course,  I would love to read.

(Nikunj was always fond of reading Aisha's poetry.

Aisha —Nothing is perfect in this universe.

Nothing can ever be perfect still you hold me with Grace...

All imperfections need not be filled with perfections...

You are the one for whom I feel gratification.

Not for life but for eternity ...

I will love you. Will you be mine perfectly imperfect perfections ...??

See, how am I?

Nikunj — ohh, great proposal.

(He replied after reading her poetry )

Aisha — thank you, with a blushing and smiling emoticon.

Nikunj — wai, is its form?

Aisha — mean?

Nikunj — Are you proposing to me indirectly?

Aisha —no-noo, why will I propose to you?

Nikunj — thank god, I got scared.

Aisha — why scared?

Nikunj — I thought you are proposing to me.

Aisha — okay, bu.

Nikunj — but?

Aisha — what if I propose to you, what will be your reaction? Will you say yes or no?

Nikunj — maybe yes, maybe no.

Aisha — what? Is it yes or n?.

Nikunj — depends on the situation in which you propose to me, and how I'm feeling about it.

Aisha?

Nikunj — yes.

Aisha — okay, I'm proposing to you right now.

Will you be my boyfriend?

Nikunj — no please don't do this to me.

Aisha — what am I doing? Just telling you, my feeling.

Nikunj — what? Are you serious?

Aisha — yes, tell me will you be my boyfriend?

Yes or no?

Nikunj — I don't know.

Aisha — don't you like me.

Nikunj — yeah, I like you, but liking and love are different things, Aisha.

Aisha — it means it's no?

Nikunj — when did I said that?

Aisha — so is it yes?

Nikunj — when did I said this too?

Aisha — ohhhhh, you stupid say it yes or no?

Nikunj — let me think.

Aisha — okay, take your time.

Nikunj — why suddenly you have thrown this bomb on me today?

Aisha — my feelings are the bomb on you?

Seriously? Bye, I don't want to talk to you.

Nikunj — no wait, I don't mean like that.

I'm just confused about your sudden unexpected proposal.

I will answer in the morning I'm tired now.

Good night.

Aisha — okay goodnight.


Aisha's pov — what did I do Why I proposed to that if he is not going to talk to me ever?

Ohh shit man I spoiled my friendship

I really can't off lose him is the only one who understands me. While Aisha was thinking this,  the message popped up on her screen.

Nikunj — don't worry I'm not going to stop talking to you no matter what you are my friend always.

Nothing can spoil our friendship.

So be calm and sleep. Don't stress too much not good for your health.

How you came to know about this?

(Aisha messaged him on the spot)

Nikunj — hahaha because I know you.

Now chill and sleep.

Goodnight once again.

I'm very nervous what is he going to say tomorrow?

Will he say yes or no?

This night is going to be the biggest night of all.




So guys here is a new chapter of the story.

It happens with all of us that we fear that what if because of our love we lost our friendship too.

So what you think will Nikunj say yes or no?

Will they be in a relationship or there is still something untold yet.

Do you think Aisha will let Nikunj sleep while she is in a suspense state of mind?

To know this you have to wait for the next chapter.

Stay tuned, share the story with your friends, and give me reviews for the same in the comment section.

I will be back tomorrow with a new chapter.

Till then me Aisha thank you for reading

All poems, quotes, or any sort of writing form is/was made by Gregiously_Amazing and him ONLY. Any sort of replication and/or usage of the literature found in this online poetry book without the consent of the owner will be punished.

Any allowed replication must:
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- Put a copyright disclaimer stating that I own whichever poem you replicated.
- Not claim it as their own.

Copyright 2020 by Gregiously_Amazing

With that being said, you may continue

AEEIS 'talent show' instantly shocked everyone and became the focus of the entire live-stream once it was released.
The main point was that it was unexpected!
Most audiences' impression of smart speakers was that they were 'artificial retards'. They could only answer a few fixed questions. If the questions were slightly more complicated, they would not know how to answer.
However, AEEIS was completely different. It displayed a level of intelligence that was completely higher than other smart speakers!
Actually, this was just a feeling. They were using the artificial intelligence technology of Xunke Technologies. They had only optimized the core functions of AEEIS through special techniques.
The principle of the Bickering Mode had been introduced previously. It mainly relied on the counter-attack and pre-emptive strike to make the other party enter the rhythm of the Bickering Mode and gradually lose their rationality. This would result in a "Bickering Mode IQ Suppression" effect.
On the other hand, the poetry function was to make use of a poetry library based on Useful application. It could successfully obtain more accurate information than Qiandu. There would not be any slip-ups when answering basic questions, and it was very simple. On the other hand, the automatic action poetry function developed based on the poetry library would also give people a bright look.
These poems and couplets were automatically generated by AEEIS, but they also had certain rules. A key word could only produce one or two more suitable poems. It was impossible to create poems and couplets without restrictions.
What's more, some poems might seem to be legit, but the meaning might be hollow or lacking, making people feel like they were clueless.
Even so, this poem function was already amazing enough.
That was because these poems were far better than what ordinary people could come up with in terms of culture, be it in terms of rhythm, meaning, or specific words. Therefore, the audience's eyes lit up.
As a result, the live-stream was in an uproar. Those who had already bought the Fully-Automated Intelligent Bickering Machine immediately tried it out. They found that the updated version of AEEIS indeed had the ability to compose poems. What's more, every poem was done pretty well!
They suddenly felt like they had profited.
However, the live-stream was obviously not over yet.
Ma Yang continued to follow the script and entered the next stage: exchanging lines.
"AEEIS also has a function to exchange lines. I'll only show one or two simple demonstrations since there is a lot of content. If everyone is interested, I will post a few lines on Weibo. Everyone, try it out with your bickering machine."
"AEEIS, return to the initial image."
AEEIS: "Captain Qin Yi, you might be very angry now, but humans need you to continue fulfilling your mission as a soldier…"
Ma Yang and AEEIS simply matched a few lines. Ma Yang did not have any foundation in reading lines, but he acted with AEEIS in a serious manner, it was quite interesting.
At first, the viewers in the live-stream did not pay much attention to it. After all, they already knew that AEEIS had the ability to do that. Many people had already tried Ocean Stronghold's downloadable content.
However, they realized that something was amiss upon closer inspection.
Boss Ma was not using the lines from Ocean Stronghold's downloadable content, they were actually new lines!
This seemed to be the plot after Ocean Stronghold's downloadable content from the first line. Qin Yi was angry for some unknown reason, but AEEIS wanted him to continue fulfilling the mission of a soldier…
As a well-trained soldier, Qin Yi was someone who did not show his emotions. Why was he so angry?
How was AEEIS supposed to continue fulfilling the mission of a soldier? Was there another dangerous mission waiting for him?
They had casually imagined a huge plot!
Someone in the live-stream quickly reacted. All sorts of speculations about the plot floated past the bullet screen comments.
"I feel that Ocean Stronghold's downloadable content should be a tragic ending. Obviously, the war has not ended. Captain Qin Yi's team members are all dead. That's why Captain Qin Yi is so angry!"
"Actually, there was foreshadowing in the game previously. There was a fragment of the Skylark II Combat Uniforms, which means that the decapitation operation has been carried out many times without success."
"That's right, that makes sense!"
"D*mn, that means this is another prelude to the new game? That's too sneaky!"
"Will AEEIS have scenes in the new game?"
"This publicity method is so novel! Wouldn't everyone be able to play the role of Captain Qin Yi? It's so interesting. I've decided to buy one!"
"That's right, spending a few hundred more yuan to buy so many practical functions is too worth it!"
The live-stream was filled with 'buy buy buy buy buy' comments.
To the viewers, the entire live-stream was a process of suppressing one's desires.
Boss Ma openly announced all the parameters of the smart bickering machine the moment he came up. He told everyone frankly that the bickering machine's parameters could not be compared to the high-end sound systems that cost a few thousand yuan. It was only about the standard of similar sound systems of two thousand yuan. Moreover, the price-quality ratio of the sound system alone was not high.
Many viewers thought that Boss Ma was going to boast about his products awkwardly. However, when they heard Boss Ma point out the problem with the bickering machine, they removed their previous discrimination.
The next step was to dismantle the machine and display its internal details in detail. The Bickering Machine made an impression based on its exquisite workmanship, unique appearance, and the exquisite mechanical structure of the Bickering Machine. It gave people the impression that it was of "high quality".
During the next segment, AEEIS might not be able to compete with the seven or eight thousand sound systems, but the audience had already expected it to be a 2000-yuan sound system. Naturally, they would evaluate it based on this standard and felt that it was not bad.
After that, it was time to focus on showing AEEIS' specialty. The unique functions of bickering, poetry, and lines immediately attracted the attention of the audience. The other sound products in the live-stream immediately became boring and unappealing.
The most important thing was that Ma Yang's entire proposal was objective and neutral. Not only was there no boasting about the bickering machine, but the reviews were even stricter.
What's more, he displayed all the details of the Bickering Machine just like what Pei Qian had instructed him to do.
The beginning of the script was according to Pei Qian's plan. However, Pei Qian had not expected the development in the middle!
The live-stream ended. Old Ma watched the screen full of 'buy buy buy buy buy buy buy' and exited his live-stream contentedly.
He completed all of Brother Qian's requests and posted his final work before Chinese New Year. Perfect!
Brother Qian should be very satisfied and proud of me, right?
… 
At the same time, Pei Qian fell into a daze as he watched all sorts of 'buy buy buy buy buy' comments fly past the black screen.
What's going on?! 
What happened to blacklisting the bickering machine? Why did everyone want to buy it?
Was it really not a development arranged by Old Ma?
Pei Qian wanted to throw the blame to Old Ma, but on further thought, Old Ma did not seem to be in the wrong.
He had criticized it and displayed the details. He even directly told the audience that 'this is the standard of a domestic product with an echo wall of 2000 yuan. The price-quality ratio is not good'.
The downfall was the last few functions!
In fact, many of the advantages of the Bickering Machine were just icing on the cake. It had no practical use and was not attractive if singled out.
Take ordinary sound systems for example. A unique shape or a program that could produce poems would probably not be enough to influence consumers' willingness to buy.
However, all of these factors combined together with AEEIS' special persona seemed to have made a qualitative change to it!
Pei Qian suddenly had a bad feeling. He quickly went online to search for topics related to AEEIS and the Smart Bickering Machine.
Related discussion threads did increase rapidly after this live-stream!
Ma Yang's live-stream already had quite a number of fans, and the effect of the live-stream this time was quite good, so many people were discussing it; and AEEIS had just updated its poetry function today. Many people who had previously bought the Bickering Machine also discovered this new function and started discussing it online.
Pei Qian suddenly realized that #AEEIS# had become a hot topic on Weibo!
There were many related videos that showed the entire process of the owner arguing with AEEIS. There was also AEEIS' "A Poem in a Second" video. AEEIS' poems were completely different based on the keywords given by its owner. However, every single one of them rhymed. It sounded very cultured.
Netizens expressed their shock.
"Has artificial intelligence developed to this extent?"
"AEEIS is the smartest artificial intelligence I've seen recently. It's completely different from other artificial retards!"
"It's fine if you can't out-talk it, but you can't even compare to its culture…"
"I suddenly feel that AEEIS' setting is too attractive! This is a super genius with a high IQ but low EQ. It reminds me of the highly intelligent characters in many television dramas!"
"Indeed, while it does make you speechless, who can deny that it is very smart? Usually, its answers are very concise, and its words are as precious as gold. However, it still answers every single question and fulfills every request of yours honestly. It is very intelligent. Not only can it completely suppress you in terms of logic, but it can also create poems according to your requirements!"
"A cold, slightly venomous-tongued, impeccable logical thinking, and talented artificial intelligence? Wow, I love this feeling of dualism!"
"It's a pity that it does not have a concrete image. It would be perfect if it was a cute girl!"
"No, I think that this image is the most suitable! If the gender is confirmed and the speech is similar to a human's voice, then there would be no personality. Is there a lack of similar artificial intelligence? It's precisely because of it's gender-neutral voice that it can better reflect the characteristics of artificial intelligence. What's more, it's very pleasing to both boys and girls!"
"I'm not listening. I want to create an image of AEEIS! Feminism is the way to go!"
"Then I want a male character which would suit a poisonous tongue better."
"I don't think it has to have a gender. Isn't it nice to have a pure artificial intelligence and mechanical image?"
… 
What shocked Pei Qian was that apart from those who were shouting 'buy buy buy buy buy buy', everyone else was discussing AEEIS' character design!
This had never happened before.
That was because many companies had produced similar artificial intelligence products since the breakthrough in the artificial intelligence technology of Xunke Technologies. However, it was not very popular. No one discussed the so-called 'character design'.
That was because everyone knew that these were artificial retards. There was not much difference between them. They just had different names and slightly different images. There was nothing to discuss.
However, AEEIS was immediately unique when compared to these artificial intelligence. For some reason, it gained the love and creativity of the audience!
Pei Qian leaned back in his chair, feeling dizzy.
This is bad!
Not only did this live-stream not extinguish everyone's passion to buy it, it also added fuel to the fire! Previously, many people who did not know about the smart bickering machine became interested in it and began to buy it!


I really just want to lose money! T_T
Best boss ever, prodigy of the business world, genius creator, visionary of the century.
These are the descriptions used for Pei Qian, President of Tengda Corporation.
Ever since his rebirth, Pei Qian finds himself in possession of a system that rewards him if he manages to lose money.
Instantly, a brilliant idea comes to mind — making crappy games!
"If the game flops, all my investment cost will be lost!"
"How difficult can it be to lose money?"
Indeed... how difficult can it be?
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Michael sat in the small offices at Big World. He'd printed his last edition of the small paper. He sat in the middle of the room on the floor. The desk, chairs, bookcases, phone, and other equipment had been sold or given away. The room was empty.
Next to him was a small blue cooler and chess game. He opened it and pulled out a beer, popped off the top, and took a big drink.
Tallulah walked in and smiled when she spotted him on the floor. "Wow, I don't think I've even seen this room empty." She walked over to him and sat down. He handed her a beer. They clicked bottles, and both took a drink.
"Well, Boss, it's been a pleasure working with you. Michael, you're a damn good editor. You've been a good friend to me for a long time. I love you. Cheers."
He smiled. "Thanks, T. I love you, too. You're a damn good reporter. I read your article in You & Me. It was good. But what amazed me was the poetry. Who knew Tallulah Brock was Finesse da Poet?"
She blushed a little. "Well, it was something I came up with a long time ago. I never told anyone. I don't really know why. But when they asked me to host, I thought, Why not? So voila – Finesse da Poet."
"Well, I was impressed," he said. "So, what's next?" "I should be asking you that," she said.
"Well, I have a couple of interviews set up for next week. One is for an editor for an online paper, and the other is editing for a small publishing company. My rent is paid for a few months. I have a little money in the bank. I'm good, T. I'm really good," he said.
"I'm happy for you, Michael. So…what's up with you and Zoe? Is she your girlfriend?" Her tone was playful. She poked him with her finger.
"Let's just say things are going well. I really like her," he said.
"Duh. It's about time," she said.
"So, what are you going to do?" he asked.
"I dunno. I guess keep freelancing. Sharon said we could talk about future stuff, and well, they did pay well for my story. So, I'm good, too."
Michael took a long drink from his beer. "Well, the end of a chapter." He put the empty bottle into the cooler, then handed him her set of keys.
"You did good, Michael. You did what most never will. You actually lived your dream. That's huge! Big World can always come back online, ya know." "I know. It's something I'm thinking about," he said.
"Well, don't think too long. I think you'd do well," she said.
The two friends sat in the empty office, then Michael opened the chess set and set up the board.
"Okay, best out of 3," he said.
She laughed. "Just 3?"
He shook his head, yes, and they both laughed. They played and drank for the rest of the afternoon. Tallulah still beat him by winning 2 out of 3.
 
 
 
 
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You Sound White is the story of protagonist Tallulah and a cast of young aspiring African-American women five years post-college. Her writing career has not taken off as she has planned and is working three jobs to make ends meet. She has grown up in a world that judges her by her skin color and how she talks. Her life takes an unexpected turn when she befriends a homeless woman named Lily. Tallulah realizes that there is a story there and as Lily's past materializes, her own life is illuminated and dissected in ways she could never imagine.

There's a saying—if one doesn't enjoy being delusional once, they would've lived their youth in vain.
Everyone would have more or less experienced that phase. It was simply that some had openly displayed it while others hid it deep within their hearts. This was also the difference between being an extrovert and an introvert.
As Song Shuhang was lacking in youthful vigor, that period came rapidly and left even more quickly for him.
Therefore, during their second grade of junior high school, the boys surrounding him were all stuck within their wuxia, superhero, and celestial immortal dreams and executing their eighteen subduing dragon palm or superhero transformations. However, Song Shuhang had long lost interest in these and neither did he hold any hopes for such.
The laws of physics in this world were so very accurate. It was basically an impossible task for humans to think of jumping three stories high, launching a golden dragon out of their hands, or being able to fly while wearing their underpants outside!
However, he still loved Xianxia novels, superhero movies, and such. Perhaps deep within his heart, he was still craving for a superhero, an alien, or an immortal to appear before him one day?
Despite knowing it was impossible, he was still somewhat looking forward to it. Perhaps this was a gift that humans had?
Song Shuhang laughed while closing the chat window. Nonetheless, he did not leave the group.
He felt that the members of Nine Provinces Group were all interesting, with the chat logs that would make one feel embarrassed if exposed. From the perspective of a spectator, it was surprisingly interesting—therefore, before the admin had removed him, he decided to lurk around and look at various amusing chat logs to pass some time.
On the computer screen, the movie was still playing. It seemed like a horror film, with all kinds of scenarios constantly appearing. This movie was the greatest work of the genius thriller film director and hearsay was that many middle-aged men were all scared till they cried. There were many people who revealed that they were so scared that they couldn't head to the washroom alone after watching it.
Unfortunately, Song Shuhang ultimately did not feel frightened and instead rewinded the progress bar to the start before he had yawned again and his sitting posture slowly transitioned to a reclined posture as he felt his eyelids getting heavier...
If that genius thriller director knew his movie only had such effect on him, he would probably cry?
Muddle-headed, Song Shuhang had a dream.
It was an extremely pleasurable and beautiful dream. With celestials, superheroes, and all kinds of mystical lands.
Having free and unfettered long life, the ability to transform nature, relying on a sword while traversing the world. Since ancient times, how many people had such dreams? Merely due to the increase of one's age, the reality had shattered dreams and people could only hide their dreams deep within their hearts and not think about them.
A dream would ultimately only be a dream.
Next day, May 21st, Tuesday, 1 AM.
Within the group chat, the admin True Monarch Yellow Mountain had finally appeared online.
The moment he came, Northern River's Loose Cultivator emerged and questioned, "True Monarch, who is that 'Stressed by a Mountain of Books' you'd added yesterday? Which sect does he come from?"
"The newcomer yesterday? Haven't you communicated with her? She's the daughter of an old friend of mine, born in this era. It seems as if her aptitude is excellent, she's in Third Stage Acquired Realm and will be advancing to Fourth Stage Innate Realm soon. At such a young age, she's really outstanding!" True Monarch Yellow Mountain replied while laughing out loud.
Born this era… shouldn't she be below forty years old? Being in Third Stage Acquired Realm at this age would indeed be the sign of a genius. Northern River's Loose Cultivator silently nodded. However, the counterpart's dao name is strange, Stressed by a Mountain of Books doesn't seem like a dao name.
While Northern River's Loose Cultivator was still thinking, True Monarch Yellow Mountain suddenly said, "Eh? My old friend's daughter dao name isn't called Stressed by a Mountain of Books! Wait, what the heck is this Stressed by a Mountain of Books?"
"..." True Monarch Yellow Mountain was embarrassed.
It wasn't a random guy, it was probably the person True Monarch Yellow Mountain invited yesterday.
He tried inquiring, "True Monarch, could it be that you've added the wrong person?"
"Let me check it out."
A moment later.
True Monarch Yellow Mountain send a string of within the group. "To think that I've really added a wrong person. There's only a slight difference between their account numbers—I had accidentally keyed in 9 instead of 8… to think I would make such a big mistake."
Northern River's Loose Cultivator chucked. "I thought so too, regardless of how well one integrated into the modern times, no one would use 'Stressed by a Mountain of Books' as their dao name."
True Monarch Yellow Mountain continuously sent a bunch of .
Afterwards, he hastily added his good friend's daughter to the group.
Group Notification: 'Spirit Butterfly Island's Soft Feather' has been added to Nine Provinces Number One Group
The name just now was conforming to the image of Nine Provinces One Group, with rich Xianxia aura assaulting one's senses. The dao name 'Stressed by a Mountain of Books' was definitely something strange in comparison to it.
Upon an addition of a newcomer, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber immediately appeared. "Oh! The new friend is a fairy? Show us your photo and announce your three sizes! If you're pretty, should we date?
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber had long been lurking—although he was no better than a goldfish species, ultimately his memories had lasted more than 3 seconds. After being reminded yesterday, in order to prevent offending a big senior, he was carefully lurking around while observing the situation today.
Seeing how True Monarch Yellow Mountain mentioned the newcomer was the daughter of his good friend and her cultivation was in Third Stage Acquired Realm, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber relaxed. It wasn't a 'senior' level figure, so he could tease her until he was satisfied.
Rarely would they have newcomers in this group, so he has been restraining himself for quite a long time.
Once Thrice Reckless had opened his mouth, True Monarch Yellow Mountain's face instantly blackened.
"..." Spirit Butterfly Island's Soft Feather entered a string of full stops. Then, a serene answer followed, "As the time is late, this old man's daughter has started her meditation according to schedule. Her account is currently used by this old man while waiting for fellow daoist Yellow Mountain to add me into the group… cough... I've long heard of Nine Provinces Number One Group's distinguished and accomplished, with the gift of gab, fellow daoist Thrice Reckless. Nothing beats knowing you personally compared to the rumors. Fellow Daoist Thrice Reckless, this old man admires you and wishes to invite you for a drink sometime soon."
Thrice Reckless Mad Saber instantly felt very awkward. Meeting the girl's father while teasing the girl—there was nothing more embarrassing in this world. He was totally wishing to find a hole and squeeze inside it.
Luckily, this senior seemingly had an amiable personality while brushing it off with a few words.
Subsequently, this senior greeted other currently online members within the group while requesting them to take good care of his daughter in near future. After that, he went offline.
Seeing the departure of the senior, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber released a sigh of relief while happily typing, "Luckily, this senior seem like someone who can take a joke. Perhaps, when the opportunity arises, I will even be able to chat with Soft Feather personally."
True Monarch Yellow Mountain: "..."
Northern River's Loose Cultivator: "..."
The hard-to-come-by Medicine Master whose words were as rare as gold and who rarely spoke had once again emerged. This time, he had even typed out four words, "Pray for your fortune."
"?" Thrice Reckless was puzzled
Clearly, Medicine Master whose words were as rare as gold would not explain any further.
"Look at the prefix of the new member's dao name," Northern River's Loose Cultivator hinted. One wouldn't die without being reckless, why was Brother Thrice Reckless unable to understand this?
"Prefix? Spirit Butterfly Island?" Thrice Reckless Mad Saber seemed to have yet to come around.
"Yes! Spirit Butterfly Island! Additionally, he is a senior, haven't you managed to think of anyone yet?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator hinted once more.
After a long time, Thrice Reckless Mad Saber suddenly came to realization and sent a whole chunk of within the group. "It's that Venerable Spirit Butterfly that fusses over every single detail?"
Venerable Spirit Butterfly was a formidable senior. He was good in every aspect, being upright and righteous… it was just that he liked to fuss over every trivial matter and could be considered to have reached great heights on the dao of being fussy. Others were just finicky but he was the extreme type that fussed over every small detail!
Northern River's Loose Cultivator was so angry that his mouth twitched. "That wasn't what I had reminded you about!"
True Monarch Yellow Mountain sighed as he couldn't continue looking at it. "Thrice Reckless, my old friend had only minimized the chat, he hasn't gone offline."
That is to say… the chat logs might have been seen.
No, would definitely be seen!
True Monarch Yellow Mountain couldn't continue watching how Thrice Reckless continued to be reckless, after all, he was the junior of his chat group.
"Oh damn, I'm dead," Thrice Reckless Mad Saber seemed to have seen his near future whereby Spirit Butterfly Venerable came to pay him a visit, and the oppressive scene that would befall him. The rims of his eyes moistened, it seemed as if he had offended an even more troublesome big senior than usual this time?
Thrice Reckless suddenly released a miserable shriek. "True Monarch, please help me plea for leniency!"
True Monarch Yellow Mountain gave him a 🥱 emoji in reply.
No one in the group would continue paying attention to Thrice Reckless's dog-like wailing and they unperturbedly diverted the discussion to a new topic.
Northern River's Loose Cultivator asked within the group. "True Monarch, what about Stressed by a Mountain of Books?
Su Clan's Seven questioned, "Are we going to kick him? After all, he's just an ordinary person and isn't really suited to participate in our conversations.
"Sigh, since it's a mistake on my part, it can be counted as an affinity between us. Let esteemed me do a divination to see how I should handle this," True Monarch Yellow Mountain replied—it was him who suddenly added the other party into the group; wouldn't it make him lose face to suddenly kick that guy out?
He should at least do a divination as a front while using it as an excuse to kick him out.
Firstly, it would make him seem magnanimous.
Secondly, he was suddenly interested in learning divination since a while ago and his hands were itchy to try it out after learning for a few months. Regardless of what he did, he would make a divination beforehand.
After speaking, he used a Tang Poetry book as reference and used his hands to turn it over while executing a secret method of divination. An unfathomable energy extracted a verse out while forming a trigram.
The divination this time was super smooth. Ever since True Monarch Yellow Mountain had self-learnt the divination skills, it was the first time he had ever felt like that!
He looked at the divinatory results happily.
Afterwards...
True Monarch Yellow Mountain's face became tranquil.
Then, his face turned ugly.
For now, let's look at the results: In heaven as two birds flying together, On earth as two trees with branches interlocked forever.
If he recalled correctly, this verse was written by Bai Juyi, a Tang dynasty poet. This verse was a true classic and was subsequently used to describe love?
Suddenly, True Monarch Yellow Mountain did not feel good.
Two birds flying together my a*ss, two trees with branches interlocked forever my a*ss! To still be willing to be like two trees that grow together as one, this lord would rather hang himself!
Unless he, as the majestic True Monarch Yellow Mountain, had to act out an earth-shattering love of life and death with the male 'Stressed by a Mountain of Books'? This unconsciously made him think of homosexuals during the China Warring States period—he instantly felt like he had swallowed a cockroach and was extremely disgusted.
'This must be due to this lord's divination skills being lacking. After all, I had only studied for a month… therefore, I should try again! Yes, it must be due to this!' True Monarch Yellow Mountain once again executed a secret method of divination and the unfathomable power once again flipped the Tang Poetry book.
Another verse was extracted.
The divination execution was extremely smooth and had boosted True Monarch Yellow Mountain morale. It will definitely be right this time!
He then looked at the divinatory results.
Afterwards…
True Monarch Yellow Mountain paled.
The result of the divination: If love between both sides can last for aye,Why need they stay together night and day?
Night your grandfather! This lord doesn't believe in it! True Monarch Yellow Mountain once again started another divination.
The feeling this time was even better and even True Monarch Yellow Mountain felt that his own divination skills has reached great heights at this moment!
It will definitely hit the mark!
He lowered his head to look at the divinatory results. Turning back suddenly to find that your fated person has always been standing there, by the waning lights.
"..."
"Deep breaths, deep breaths." True Monarch Yellow Mountain calmly and collectedly closed the Tang Poetry book and dejectedly looked towards the sky at a 45-degree angle—it really felt melancholic!
Afterwards, he calmly tore the hardcover version of Tang Poetry while nodding his head, "This lord does not have talent for divination and naturally isn't suited to be a divination master. Therefore, the divinatory results calculated by me must definitely be erroneous!"
He threw the shredded Tang Poetry on one side and secretly vowed within his heart to never attempt divination again!
After throwing the pieces of shredded hardcover Tang Poetry book, True Monarch Yellow Mountain typed into the group chat. "We shall leave Stressed by a Mountain of Books be for now… this lord has done a divination earlier on and found that he has affinity with me and adding him into the group wasn't by chance, but was inevitable instead! Whatever happens in the future shall depend on his own luck."
True Monarch muddled through using some divination vocabulary; regarding the divinatory results, he would definitely not reveal anything even if he was beaten to death!
Motherf*cker, even if there's fate, it must definitely be an ill-fated relationship!
"Then let's leave it for now, I reckon that he would probably leave the group in the near future. Speaking about it, True Monarch, what were the divinatory results?" Northern River's Loose Cultivator heard that True Monarch was learning divination, therefore he was curious what this senior had calculated.
"..."
True Monarch Yellow Mountain: "Oh right, I have something urgent so I'll leave first, you guys continue chatting."
After saying that, he rapidly went offline, leaving a puzzled Northern River's Loose Cultivator without an answer.


One day, Song Shuhang was suddenly added to a chat group with many seniors that suffered from chuuni disease. The people inside the group would call each other ‘Fellow Daoist’ and had all different kinds of titles: Palace Master, Cave Lord, True Monarch, Immortal Master, etc. Even the pet of the founder of the group that had run away from home was called ‘monster dog’. They would talk all day about pill refining, exploring ancient ruins, or share their experience on techniques.
However, after lurking inside the group for a while, he discovered that not all was what it seemed... 

THE DINNER, SURPRISINGLY and shockingly didn't go as bad as I had once thought.
I, of course, got away with not eating once again, which actually made me quite happy, whereas if I ate, I would have this endless guilt built up in the pit of my stomach; even if I tried to vomit it all out. I read numerous tips online that helped - talking a lot, eating slowly and cutting food in tiny little pieces and ending up eating about 100 calories.
I hadn't eaten for a whole three days. I'm actually quite proud of myself. Yes, I am quite the drowsy one, but I feel so much lighter and feeling skinny and slim was probably the best thing.
Apparently, the human body could go sixty days without food, but not a single day without water. I'm glad the body could do this, but I know even if it couldn't; I would still do it anyways.
I was even happier that my body was slowly and gradually getting used to the fact that I wasn't eating so I got hungry less frequently which as a whole made starving myself a whole lot easier.
I'm not at the state that I want. I still have to lose a few more kilos, but I'm getting there. People say that size doesn't define us, but it does for me. People have good traits and things about them. I have neither, so unfortunately my weight has to define me. My weight has always been under my control, and once it is where I want to be, I will be able to love myself.
My remainder of the night was spent looking carefully and analysing every word, letter and syllable of Alex David's works. I'm ashamed of this; as I'm not going to get sleep, even if I try. I also read online that reading helps you feel sleepy; hopefully I can get some sort of sleep.
Publishing your independent works which were self edited online is probably the best thing about the Internet. People are becoming more and more successful just because of the Internet itself.
Many others would consider my admiration of his works obsessive. I wouldn't; I most certainly wouldn't. He is a talented man, and I hate that nowadays when you like or love something, everyone classes it as an obsession.
Obsession means that having an endless need to know everything and no less than everything. Obsession was taking admiration and putting it to an even higher level, which was obviously blasting-through- the- roof high.
Alex David's works are without a doubt, absolutely incredible and I haven't seen anything in his style in a long time and I love it. I love the originality it has within it. I love the choice of words.
You'd think that someone with a beautiful choice of words has an equal amount of beauty in the region of their words and I believe that. I think Alex David, as a person, is a spontaneous romantic; who didn't get his romantic ideas from cheesy love stories, but from his desires.
I can't be sure of everything. I can't be sure of what person he is just because I want him to be exactly that; I can't.
Clicking away, my eyes look at the brightening screen in front of me that was brighter than needed because of the switched-off lights. The air in my room is crisp and cold, my arms wrapped in a lovely warm blanket making me completely unaware of the temperature of the room.
He shares his work on a website called 'Poetic Arts' where you can personalize your own site and people can follow, like, share and repost your works. It's just a whole site dedicated to the arts of poetry.
My eyes widened as a notification popped up.
'AlexDavid is requesting to chat. Would you like to accept?"
My heartbeat speeds up. Alex David is requesting to talk to me. Me! Out of all amazing people, he chooses to talk to someone completely out of the ordinary. My fingers shakily but quickly clicks 'Accept' and it opens a chat.
AlexDavid: Hiya. :)
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: hello
I begin to get a little nervous. Should I tell that I absoloutely love his work, and would die to know everything about it?
AlexDavid: I just wanted to talk to you about the site, I've scrolled through your page and find you have great taste.
I smile.
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: By great taste, you mean yourself?
He replies almost instantly, making me feel quite flattered.
AlexDavid: one of many ;)
Again; making me blush even though I was talking to someone online. Someone I've never spoke to in real life before.
AlexDavid: you're the first person on this site I can stand talking to on this site.
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: I'm the first person? Even though this is a poetry website? I really do think you're bullshiting me, David.
Once again, David does not find it hard to reply again almost instantly.
AlexDavid: Definitely not bullshiting you. Why would I do such a thing to someone as rare as dandelion and burdock?
I chuckle to myself whilst rolling my eyes.
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: You've been chatting with me for less than five minutes. Not as smooth as we thinks eh, David? Using our poetic verses to impress the ladies?
Shit! Did I just think that ALEX DAVID would be hitting on me? I groan and rub my forehead; this was those kinds of times where you really question yourself.
AlexDavid: You being a lady is just a bonus.  How was your day today Lovie? Hopin' it was great as could be x
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: I had quite the shitty day. But it ended not half bad as I'd thought which made it a bit better. Yours? I'm hoping it was just as bad so we can complain together.
AlexDavid: Unfortunately  my  day was good as could be. I don't mind the slightest if you have a lil' bit of a rant about your day, Lovie. Let it out :) x
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: I'd rather not bombard you with annoying shit. Sweet of you to offer though.
AlexDavid: You most definitely aren't,love; but whatever floats your boat.
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: Too sweet for my own good, David.
AlexDavid: Speaking the raw truth since mid 80's, lovely.
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: Quite the oldie aren't you?
AlexDavid: How old are you?
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: Eighteen, still going to the hellhole everyone refers to as school.
*AlexDavid has ended the chat*
Well, of course. What did I expect? That I would talk to him online for the rest of the night? No way. He won't want to talk to some stupid eighteen year old when he was in his mid-twenties.
Will I talk to someone seven years younger than me in the way that he did? No way. So how in the world can I expect him to do what I can't? At the same time I was upset, but we did have a very good quick conversation and for that I can't be ungrateful.
The next day, I got ready, not as well as others, and poured my heart and soul to Richard. I told him everything about the chats and he literally shit his pants more than I did in that moment when I found out Alex David was requesting a chat.
"So after you told him your age, the bastard just ended the chat?" Richard asks, confirming what I had only just told him. He laughed, at how pathetic he was but also because of the situation in itself.
I nod with a sigh and Richard responds with a slightly vague sympathetic look. "Yeah, he did. But it was perfect whilst it lasted."
Richard licks his lips. "Well I'm happy that you talked to him. Do you think you can show me the chats?"
I blush, tucking my hair behind my ears and looked to the floor as I could feel his stare and smirk burning into me as I mumbled a small and quiet, "no."
He continues to smirk. "Why so, Kimmy?" Richard said and I blush even more; Richard always used this particular nickname just to annoy me and express the fact that I was embarrassed and reluctant.
I slightly shove him with a giggle escaping my lips. "We didn't sext if that's what you were thinking, you dirty fucking pervert," I say and he throws his head back in laughter.
He pouts after his little period of laughter died down. "So sorry to hear that, Kimmy," he says and ruffles my hair, making it even messier than it already was, resulting in me continuing not to care; I couldn't care less about my hair, it was hardly my worst feature.
"People don't sext on poetry sites, you piece of  shit," I laugh, kind of dying on the inside. The way that our conversation ended, I wished that we sexted instead, to be honest.
"His loss," Richard concluded. "Would you show me?"
"Fine, I'll show you. To the computer room then, Glen," I say and Richard starts squealing, clapping his hands together and jumping, making me laugh hard.
We make our way and quickly take our seats in one of the computers far back.
He rubs his hands together and signs into the computer, locating safari and opening it up. The computer room was fairly empty and teachers never came here, having their own computers at their classrooms.
He passes me the mouse and I type in the URL of 'Poetic Arts' as quickly as I can and type in my log in details with a click and a few seconds of rapid typing. I click on the black bubble saying 'personal conversations' and open it and flick to 'AlexDavid'.
Richard's eyes scans through as he clears his throat and began speaking.
"AlexDavid: I just wanted to talk to you about the site, I've scrolled through your page and find you have great taste.
BandsAndCigaretteSmoke: By great taste, you mean yourself?
AlexDavid: one of many, winky face-"
"Okay! Okay! Alright," I breathe and try to calm down. "Please read the rest in your mind, I beg," I say and walk away from the computer and go outside again, letting the anxiety do whatever the fuck it wanted.
I was so tired of fighting back the anxiety. It was exhausting, exhausting to fight back on something that you can't help.
I let it take the best of me; resulting in me shaking, feeling claustrophobic and incredibly nauseous.
Twenty minutes later, I go back to Richard, who surprisingly, is still there. I had my panic attack, and was still feeling a little shaken up over it. Anxiety doesn't start or finish at a panic attack. He smiles at me, rubs my back and whispers to me, asking if I'm alright and I smile back in response with a small nod.
"I read it," Richard remembers and mentions to me as I nod once again.
I was a little embarrassed to see my personal conversations, but then again; it's Richard. How can I hide something from him?
"What'd you think?" I reply whilst biting my lip, trying to satisfy the anxiousness building within me; but I fail miserably as I end up biting my lip so hard that it might have bled as much as my vagina on my period.
He smirks. "He was a bit too friendly wasn't he, huh Kimmy?" He smirks and winks as I blush immensely.
"Err," I mumble whilst tucking my hair behind my ears out of embarrassment.
I clear my throat and try not to let Richard succeed in the art of embarrassing me. "I don't have any idea what you're talking about," I pause and he rolls his eyes as if I was speaking complete and utter bullshit.
"He talked to me normally and that's that,"
He looks so annoyed that he might push his head against the wall because of how much he disagrees with me. I dislike the fact that Richard thinks that most boys liked me. I'm so unappealing and boring- what will boys see in me?
"Kim, come on! "He pleads.
"How is it not obvious to you?" He says and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion as he face palms and I giggle silently.
"I don't know, how about the fact that he called you 'love' a hundred times?"
Richard asks me the following question two or three times before I finally react with a not very noticeable shrug.
"For fucks sake!" he shouts and runs his hand through his hair rapidly (so rapidly that I thought hair might actually fall off) as I part my lips in shock.
Hearing slow and steady footsteps behind me, I slowly turn around to identify whose rhythmic footsteps it belongs to and when I did my heart stops beating, shivers runs down my spine and my breath hitches.
There's only one person in this whole world of seven billion people who can do that. Mr David.
I chew on my lip to prevent my teeth from chattering and try to keep myself calm; but I'm shaking so much and I can tell Mr David knew exactly why.
He looks directly at me for a couple of seconds as I gulp in disbelief. Today he looked absolutely perfect; dressed in a white dress shirt, black tie, black skinny jeans and a matching blazer.
Shit. I just checked out a teacher.
Mentally face palming, I look back at Richard who is no longer angry; just enjoying the fact that we're looking at each other as his lips holds a vague smirk dying to be showcased.
Mr David slowly and in precaution, places a hand on my shoulder as I keep it all within me not to have another panic attack. I exhale loudly as Mr David chuckles under his breath.
"Everything all right? Or is summat wrong?" Mr David asks as his eyes flicker from me to Richard, not wanting to look at either of us for too long.
I lick my lips and slowly move my eyes' focus from my shoes to Mr David's face as he does the same and looks at me in the eyes, trying to figure out why I won't look at him directly in the eyes as well.
At last, Richard decides to speak to end the deadly silence. "Yeah, everything's fine, Mr David," he says as they exchange friendly smiles as I awkwardly rub the nape of my neck.
"Great to 'ear. Tellin' the truth is 'e, Kimberly?" He says and looks at me as I pinch myself to really check if he actually just spoke to me because I was going crazy nowadays and having hallucinations was completely normal.
I let out a shaky breath whilst looking down at my shoes. "Of course, sir," I manage to say successfully without stuttering.
Mr David nods. "Alright. Just keep the noise down please," he speaks and ends this 'conversation' and walks away without another word.
I look over to Richard and mentally prepare myself for the fact that I, most likely, will have to roll my eyes soon; and indeed, I did have to. There he stands, with a smirk no longer tugging on his lips, but full-on displayed with his arms folded and a raise of his eyebrows.
"Was I the only one who noticed that?" Richard asks as I furrow my eyebrows in misunderstanding.
"What on earth are you talking about, Richard?" I ask with a shrug of my shoulders, trying to indicate the fact that I have absolutely no idea what on earth he's talking about.
He face palms and rolls his eyes once again, causing a chuckle to uncontrollably escape my lips. "You two were totally checking each other out!"
As soon as Richard says that, I want so desperately to slap some sense into him. "Richard, do you even know what checking out is?"
He rolls his eyes for what seemed like the millionth time. "His eyes were scanning you head to toe. What the hell is that? Him giving you a fucking English lesson?"
I sigh. "Is that all? Please tell me it is," I plea, not wanting to talk about this matter for any longer than I already am.
"Haven't you noticed the way he talks to you?" Richard says as his eyes widen.
It's my turn to roll my eyes. "Is this to do with that huskiness bullshit?"
He face palms for what I hope is for the last time. "His language of speaking. Oddly like Alex David."

a teacher. a student. you'd either expect a kinky love story which had no value or a relationship with no more than an ask of academic help. unfortunately, that wasn't an option for anxiety ridden kimberly browne and words of velvet alex david.

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