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About different weird sexual stories each chapter.

Chapter 1 will be about an introvert named August. August will be invited by his friend Ando to a sketchy party together with other of Ando's friends, and the party is hosted by a sketchy man who is probably plotting something...


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Summary: A mom inadvertently falls in love with her son.

Note: This is a NUDE DAY 2014 contest story so please vote.


"Mom-Son": A Love Story

It was a couple of days after my son's eighteenth birthday when I realized I wanted to have sex with him.

I know...I know...it is completely wrong, sick and twisted...I told myself the same thing at first.

To explain my strange sexual hunger, my son, Paul, is a complete ringer for his father, Darren, who died in a car accident when Paul was only three. He had the same blue eyes, the same blonde hair and the same dazzling smile.

I had known these facts for years, but as he turned from an adolescent to a man it became even more apparent.

That all said, I had never considered sex with him at all until I accidentally walked in on him sitting at his computer as he stroked his cock. I could argue it wasn't him I wanted, but just a cock to pound away the cobwebs of my long neglected pussy. Yet, the reality is, putting the pieces together of his good looks, his exact replica voice and his identical big cock, it was definitely him I wanted...it was like I could relive my late teenage years when I originally started dating Darren...or in a morbid sense relive my marriage to the only person I had ever truly loved.

I apologized profusely for not knocking, and it was obvious that Paul was as embarrassed as I was. Yet, that night I couldn't stop replaying the brief encounter in my mind. At first I was mortified by what I saw...then as I laid in bed trying to fall asleep, my mind began playing tricks on me. Every time I closed my eyes and began to try and reach slumber, my son stroking his completely erect, thick cock popped into my head. I would immediately jolt up and shake my head for thinking such an inappropriate thought...yet as soon as I laid back down and closed my eyes the exact same scene would repeat itself...I was in the incest version of the Groundhog Day movie. Eventually, out of sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep. Obviously, it wasn't a great night's sleep.

The next morning, Paul and I pretended it didn't happen, but, of course, you can't erase the past, and an unacknowledged awkwardness began between us.

Over the next month, even as my morals argued it was completely wrong...my too long ignored libido screamed it was okay. I began pleasuring myself while imagining my vibrator was Paul's cock fucking me. I sucked my dildo imagining it was Paul's cock I was sucking.

Whenever I looked at Paul, I saw Darren.

Whenever I talked to Paul, I heard Darren.

It became unhealthy and obsessive, and it soon began to consume all my thoughts and dreams.

I regressed to my teen years as I began, inadvertently at first, attempting to entice my son, like I had his father all those years ago.

Although I wasn't as thin as my perfect body cheerleading days, I was still in decent shape. Sure I could lose a few pounds, but who couldn't? The beginning of grey was showing up in my black as night hair, but so far I hadn't thought it showed enough to dye it. I had always been slightly chubby, being big-boned like my father, thus I had large, all natural, 38DD breasts and a wide ass. Conversely though, I have long thin legs which had both breast men and leg men often checking me out.

For the record, I had dated a few men over the years, a couple even potentially going further, yet none were Darren. Thus, I always found a way to end the relationship before it got to the moving stage. I realized I already had the perfect man in the house...it was now time to make it happen.

I began wearing shorter skirts at home, tighter blouses and heels...the things that had always got me what I wanted from men. Although my son did seem to notice my ample cleavage, I realized even if he was interested sexually in me he was way too shy to make a move...especially since I was his mother.

So at supper one day, six weeks since first seeing his cock, I decided to ask questions and learn more about his preferences.

At the table, I started by asking the usual question, "What did you learn today?"

He responded like he always did, with the teenage staple answer to almost any question asked by a parent, "Nothing."

I quoted, "Why do I pay school taxes then?"

He responded making my mouth drop open, the irony dripping, "So I can learn that some think Hamlet and his mother had an incestuous relationship."

I gasped. My son had brought out the very topic I was planning to try to get to in less than thirty seconds. Did he too know what I was feeling? What I was wanting? Did he want me as much as I wanted him?

I joked composing myself, "Apparently, the message of Hamlet has changed since I was in school."

Paul continued, "No, the message is still about religion, revenge and becoming a man, but if you read deeper into the words of Shakespeare it seems clear that Hamlet and his mom were having a sexual relationship."

I joked again, this time trying to see where his head was about the idea of incest, as I asked, "So you're telling me that according to Shakespeare to become a man you have to sleep with your mother?"

The words out...I realized I had just asked my son the most leading question ever.

His face went red as he stammered, "I'm not saying that, Shakespeare was."

"Do you concur?" I asked, dying to hear his answer...his nervous red cheeks adorable...my pussy sopping wet, I waited a long time to let the idea of incest between him and I linger in his mind before I added, allowing him to save face, "That Shakespeare wrote about incest."

"According to Mrs. Walker, incest back in Shakespeare's time was quite common among both royalty and the peasant classes, so it wouldn't be uncommon for a playwright to write about it," he answered.

I asked, again shifting my strategy to test the waters of his interest, "If incest was once common, did Mrs. Walker discuss when incest became inappropriate?"

Paul shook his head no. "It was a rather brief discussion actually. She just mentioned that if you go to college some professors go much deeper into the subtext of the play and the possible incestuous relationship between Hamlet and his mother."

"I see," I said smiling, adding one more subtle hint, "it's interesting how life always goes full circle."

Paul asked, "What do you mean?"

"In Hamlet, I don't completely recall the plot but I remember a speech about going full circle in life and death," I shrugged, before adding, fishing for a compliment, "but that was a long, long, time ago."

"Oh, mom, you just turned forty," he countered.

"I feel fifty, I countered, with a heavy sigh.

"Oh Mom, you're still a very beautiful woman," he replied, unable to maintain eye contact with me. Was I making him uncomfortable? Was I turning him on?

"Thank you, son," I said, standing up, walking over to him, bending down and giving him a big hug. I made sure my ample breasts pressed into him and that my perfume lingered. I bent down and gave him a kiss on the cheek, before adding, "You're so sweet, just like your dad."

Returning to my seat and sitting down, I noticed he was beet red and clearly overwhelmed by what just occurred.

The rest of the meal we chatted about his upcoming graduation, his summer job at the college library and college...although I asked questions, I am not sure I heard many of the answers as I pondered the reality that the seed for incest had been planted and now I had to help nurture it.

Now completely obsessed with my son, so compulsively obsessed with the idea of committing incest, I started researching just how common incest was and is in today's society.

The more I read, the more I came to see both the pros and cons of having an intimate relationship with my son.

I learned: Throughout history incest was very common among a diverse range of groups particularity the peasants, rural folk and poor people. I also learned that royalty and the very wealthy also participated in it and some secret societies existed for the pleasure of family relations.

Cousin incest is very common even now and almost half the states even allow for first cousins to marry (even though some of these states still prohibit same-sex marriage which is interesting).

Stats also suggest that almost everyone knows someone who has been involved in incest whether it be full-blooded siblings, parents and children, grandparents and their grandchildren, aunts/uncles and nieces/nephews and so forth. Based on that theory, I wondered who I knew who would have participated in an incestuous relationship.

Although not a massive number, ten percent of people surveyed in their early twenties will confide in anonymous surveys that they have been a part of a consensual sexual situation with a sibling.

Also, on the website Literotica the most common search is for incest stories, all the most read stories are incest and mother-son relationships are the most read about erotica stories on the internet. There is even a taboo movie series that creates fictional films of incestuous relationships. Going further incest is the most ignored, or least talked about, taboo even though it has always existed in history, mythology, fiction and so forth.

Many studies have also proven that people are usually attracted to people who look like themselves and thus family members are often sexually attracted to each other but ignore these feelings because of society's standards. (Although Paul looked more like his father, he had my eyes and my cheekbones).

Lastly, a theory called Genetic Sexual Attraction explains the shockingly high incest interactions of family members who do not know they are related. Studies conclude that half of all first introductions of biological relatives lead to sexual attraction and almost a quarter will conclude in a sexual relationship. With rising divorce rates, one-night stands, adoption, and embryo donations this number continues to increase. 

After this fascinating research session, my cunt was begging for attention, so I pulled up Literotica and did a search for incest stories and couldn't believe the massive amount of stories about incestuous relationships. There were brother-sister, aunt-nephew, dad-daughter, and mom-son. There were also quite a few mom-daughter stories and other same sex variations. I redefined my search to mom and son and began reading. Although they were fiction, the stories drew me in as I imagined I was the mother and Paul the son. After a few stories, I brought myself to an intense orgasm.

The next day, I went online and read a forum full of people who admitted to having incestuous sex. Eventually I came across one that stirred me:

I started having sex with my son just after his eighteenth birthday. As he grew from teenager to man I couldn't believe how much he resembled his deceased father. When he wore a tux for his prom, I knew I wanted him. I researched the morality of incestuous sex, I chatted online with women who had had sex with their son and decided that for his nineteenth birthday I would give him the present that it seemed many boys fantasized about...his mom. We have been lovers ever since. Although we are not man and wife legally, we act like a married couple. Kennedy

Her story resonated in me as it was the exact same emotions I was feeling. I clicked on her name and was thrilled to see I could contact her by email.

Curious to know more, I emailed her:

Kennedy, I hope I am not being forward, but having read your brief declaration of your intimate relationship with your son, I was hoping for advice. I too want to have sex with my son. I too have lost my husband. I too see my husband in my son's looks, voice and mannerisms. Can you give me advice on how to cross the line? Eager Mother

Pressing send, I went back to Literotica to read a few more stories before heading to work.

Getting back from work around ten at night after a long day at the hospital, where I am a nurse, I slipped out of my shoes and went to check on Paul.

I unbuttoned another button on my blouse before I knocked on his door and said, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," he said.

I stepped into his room and found him on his bed reading a book. "How was your day, honey?"

"Riveting," he sarcastically responded, looking at me.

"Is that an SAT word," I joked going to his bed.

"I don't think so," he shrugged, seemingly looking down at my legs as I walked towards him.

"What are you reading?" I asked, reaching him and sitting on the edge of his bed.

"A Fault in Our Stars," he answered, "I need to finish reading it before the movie comes out later this month."

"Cool," I said. I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek again, before adding, "It was a long day, I'm going to go shower."

"Okay, Mom," he nodded, his cheeks again going red. Obviously my kiss either turned him on or embarrassed him. I was dying to know which.

I stood up and headed to the door. Stopping, I turned around, noticing he was again looking down at my legs. Curious if I was correct, I sighed, "Darn pantyhose," and returned to the bed, put my foot on the end of the bed, bent over and fixed my nylon at the toes.

Although he returned to his book when I looked at him, it was obvious he was checking out my legs. I wondered if he was a leg man. Darren had been a breast man. He would spend hours playing with my breasts. He even loved fucking them with a generous amount of lube. Although he came in my cunt sometimes, and my mouth sometimes, more often than not he finished by pumping his cock in between my tits.

Standing back up and heading out, again stopping at the door, I turned around and again he quickly glanced away. I said, with just a hint of sexiness, "Good night, honey."

"G-g-goodnight, Mom," he briefly stammered.

Leaving his room, I was suddenly confident of two things:

One: he was a leg man

Two: I did turn him on

This newfound knowledge exciting me greatly, I went to the shower and pleasured myself like I occasionally did with the powerful shower head while thinking of Paul fucking me.

In my room, dressed only in my robe, I opened my laptop to check if I had gotten a response from Kennedy. A chill of excitement went up my spine as I clicked on her reply.

Hi, Thank you for the e-mail. I remember when I was in your situation.

My mixed emotions.

I was his mother I shouldn't feel this way.

Incest is wrong.

I will go to Hell.

Yet, the more I denied my own feelings (and can your own feelings be wrong?), the more I fantasized about my son.

I resisted for months, self-destructing the relationship I was currently in with a good man...he just wasn't my son.

In the end, I decided to take the risk and have been in the most loving, most sensual and most sexually satisfying relationship of my life ever since...and that includes my husband who I loved with all my heart.

Sex should be with someone you love and care about and although society frowns on it (although it was once very common), the reality is your own flesh and blood, whether that be son, daughter, mom, father, aunt, uncle, niece, nephew or any other blood relative is someone close to your heart and thus a logical person to be intimate with.

In conclusion, don't be ashamed by your feelings, as I mentioned before what you feel in your heart can't be wrong (no matter what society says); that said, we moved to another state when we decided to live as lovers where no one knows we are biological mother and son.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

Kennedy On yahoo as momplussoneequalsfun (I know it is silly but I thought it was humorous at the time) 

I read the email three times and, exhausted, decided I would respond tomorrow. I shut down my computer and went to bed...wondering what the odds were that Paul could remotely feel for me the way I felt for him.

.....

The next morning, I responded to her e-mail:

Kennedy Thank you very much for your encouraging response.

I felt overwhelming guilt for having sexual feelings for my son, which were slightly dissipated by my online readings...yet being in a similar situation myself (my husband died when my son was three), I feel much more at ease with my feelings after reading your e-mail.

My question is: How did you go from these early yearnings to eventually having sex with your son?

I hope that is not too personal of a question to ask. If it is I apologize for being so presumptuous as to ask it.

Courtney 

This time I signed my name, no longer ashamed by my feelings.

I cleaned the house for a bit, and talked to Mom on the phone before I headed into work where my thoughts of incest faded into the back of my mind while the demands of the job took over.

That night, I again was exhausted, and I again decided to check on Paul, who this time was on his computer playing some online game and didn't even hear me knock.

Entering, I startled him as he had his gaming headphones on. "Mom! Crap, you scared the heck out of me."

"I thought I'd let you know I'm home," I said, going to his bed and taking off my shoes.

He turned away from his game, which I took as flattery, as he watched me. I joked, "I think it's time to get you a girlfriend."

"Why?" He asked, trying to maintain eye contact with me and yet on more than one occasion taking quick, he thought unnoticeable, glimpses of my legs.

"When I was your age I was going to parties, meeting boys and well," I shrugged, as I took my first shoe off, "you know."

"What?" my adorable, but innocent son asked, clearly unable to focus on my words.

"Making out," I answered. "Plus, I met your dad when I was eighteen, too."

"You did?" He asked, "You've never told me how you and Dad met."

"It was lust at first sight," I joked, as I tossed my second shoe on the ground and collapsed backwards onto his bed.

"W-w-what?" He stammered, clearly distracted by both my words and my legs.

I rolled onto my side to face him, my legs stacked onto each other, and said, "You're eighteen, I guess you're old enough to hear this, if you can handle your old bag of a mother telling you about her young, wild days."

some sort stories of taboo

This story is a complete work of fiction; any resemblance to anyone, alive or dead is pure coincidence. All of the characters in this story are 18 years and older.

LEIVA's POV



It is now sunday, and this means that this is the day of birthday party celebration of MJosh' you gwr sister who is Kitty and like what the invitation says that before 9 am in the morning we must already there in the venue area

So here we are, i, mom and dad are now preparing for our trip to the beach resort even though it was still 5:30 in the morning because the trip lasts for  uhmmm approximately 2-3 hours? 

Our subdivision is just near the sea so that means, that the beach resorts near us is just our neighborhood so there is a lot of surfers and other water activities that we seen here everyday outside the village and there is a seaside boulevard road here too,  that is connected to our subdivision road  and we go there too sometimes if there is a place that we needed to go and we need to pass there

But also when we needed to unwind, we go there for sight viewing, When we are riding bicycle and we feel the sea breeze which is so relaxing and we go to flower farms and i go there, with my brothers back then but now that  they are always bus,we are rarely to do activities like that


So back to the topic that we are going to the far away beach resort actually, if i'm not mistaken
the name of that beach resort is EJR & E HOTEL AND BEACH RESORT which owns by the relatives of MJosh according to Dad 


"Hmm so how many rich people are involved in the clan of MJosh then?" Asked by my mind 

My oldest brother Lick did not come because he and his longtime girlfriend  Ely have a date and my other brother Buz, is rushing for his thesis this sem

I was waiting Mommy and Dad  here at the garage   when i felt that my cell phone vibrated and i immediately checked it and it's a message from Xian 


From:xHITian
Leiva piggy!!! We are now going in the venue. See you there! ;)

I read it and i compose a message and immediately hit the send button

To:xHITian
Then die the one who asked •_•

And i laughed to my message because surely he will annoyed to my words and i saw a new message from him again because it flashed in my screen


From:xHITian
So rude.Get ready. See yah later 


That is our conversation in the text messages with the jerk named Xian and while waiting i feel boredom so i opened my RPW account and to my surprise 

What the hell? 500 friend requests? 1k notifications is surprising to me because i think 3 days from now that im inactive 

How the sh*t is that this is exaggerating haha my account is a kind of famous uh? Than my Real World Account


As i logged in my RP account in messenger, messages from Ranz Alonzo is the one who greeted me first

And his messages are "How are you?" "Did i already eate?" "How is my day?" And many more 

And i was about to reply when an another message popped and when i read it, 


Ranz Alonzo:
God thanks, you are already online
How are you?
Why did you go online just now?

I read it and i can feel his curiosity so i immediately compose a message and sent to him

Eia Montefalco:
Uhm, i'm sorry if i just go online now and replied to your messages this is the only time that i have time to visit my account 

Im super busy that's why


I said formally and he replied again




Ranz Alonzo: 
its okay and ahm how are you?

He replied and i think that this conversation will take an hour 


Eia Montefalco:
 It's fine.Hbu?

Ranz Alonzo:
Here,Missing you  

He said which makes me surprised but i know that this kind of messages means "flirting" duh, my second brother is a play boy or chick boy so i know this kind of flirting even its a kind of formal

Eia Montefalco:
Ehh??

I replied shortly

Ranz Alonzo: 
Why?

Eia Montefalco:
Nothing.Im just confused haha

Your messages are kind of you know we just chatted here for the second time and you are saying things like that now? Funny HAHAHA

I composed then immediately hit the send button then when he saw it he immediately replied again

Ranz Alonzo:
Is there anything wrong about it?


Eia Montefalco:
No, no there's no wrong im just wondering haha


Ranz Alonzo:
Hmm don't tell me that you are already falling because of my messages?🤔

And that makes my forehead frown.How thick of his face to say that? This  jerk needed to be kick out from this word huh

Eia Montefalco:
Okay dream on jerk

I sent shortly and he replied again


Ranz Alonzo:
Hahaha i just feel that we are so closed in personal okay chill


Hmm I feel it too that there is something that we had a connection in the real world even though this is only the second time that we chatted and hopefully that we had a lot of time to talk to but hell! I wont say that haha

Eia Montefalco:
Oh really? You know when when you said that to other grp (girl role player) they will say that you are ghoster and a kind of playboy

I said honestly

Ranz Alonzo:
Uhh ghoster is exaggeratedly im not like that


He defended himself





Eia Montefalco:
exactly

That is also what they will tell you and that is how you will reply then did you encounter the other stories of rp'rs out here if they have seen your OP (official photo)? Of their boyfriend or girlfriend here? And why would they say if they didn't bet the guy or girl?


I said trying  to change the topic and fortunately it was.
Ranz Alonzo:
They will tell that they have cancer or they are dying?

He replied and i laughed 





Eia Montefalco:
yeah that is one too!

Ranz: then what are the other stories im curious you know  i'm already two months here simce i entered

He said  informing me

Eia: owww baby rp'r spotted hahahah

I can play him if i get a chance
HAHAHAHA


Ranz Alonzo:
 yeah i guess so what are the other stories?

Eia: funny but the other stories why they want to broke up is sometimes

They are in an arrange marriage already because they're companies needed to merge like that HAHAHA

I said while laughing because of those stories
that i read in facebook and its cringe


Ranz Alonzo:
 really? They will do that?

Eia Montefalco:
yeah funny right?

I replied


Ranz Alonzo: yes like are those bastards really owned by companies? Hahah



Eia Montefalco:
Uh i don't know if its true i don't want to judge

I replied but still laughing ahm ewan i dint want to judge you know haha


Ranz Alonzo:
 Ahm are there more reasons of stupid break ups in RPW?

He said and i started to compose a lot of words


Eia: and this one you know like in RW (real world) s*xual needs is so needly according to them because in RW (real world) if you dont want to have sexual intercourse to tour girl friend or boyfriend then there's a chance that you two will broke up
And here if you don't do SOC (sex on chat) HAHAHA  poor you because they dont want that 



Ranz Alonzo:
Really?
But realtalk there are a lot of girls inviting me to do SOC but i guess live sex is better


He said straightforwardly and that makes me uncomfortable



Eia Montefalco:
ewww Ranz that's gross yucky

I replied 

Ranz Montefalco:
 Just kiddin Eia
 any reason again?

Eia Montefalco:
this one again is nangyayari rin sa RW 

Ranz Alonzo:
 and that is?

Eia Montefalco:
exchanged nearby and that is so heartbreaking reason sadly


Ranz Alonzo:
really? And the other one?

"Hmm this conversation is quiet fun huh" i said to myself


Eai Montefalco:
Already taken in real world


Ranz Alonzo:
really?

Eia Montefalco:
 yeah and those stupid jerks and bitches out there  is so very unfaithful 
 

I said annoyingly

Ranz Alonzo:
 yeah and hey calm down but where did they get the courage to do that?

Eia Montefalco:
 also me i don't even know

Ranz Alonzo: 
did they get you as a victim already?

He said that makes me surprised as hell

Eia Montefalco:
 tf! Its a big now duhh im not that stupid okay

I rolled my eyes on air not minding my parents who are already outside and calling me to join them in riding our family van

"Sweety! Let's go!" Mommy said

"Comin!" I replied back

And i saw there's an another message from Ranz


 

Ranz Alonzo:
 okay if you say so haha but sadly i'll leave for now we have a party to attend 

And that makes me surprised


Eia Montefalco:
oohh really we too!
h and we are on a trip going to the venue


I said informing him

Ranz Alonzo:
ohh so that means Goldbey
Hmm we are meant to be

He teased

Eia Montefalco: 
You are crazy

I replied then logged out not waiting his response

Then i entered our color black family van and  i heard mommy saying that I can sleep while traveling so i placed my earphones in my ear 

Then suddenly Ranz entered my thoughts that they had resemblance with someone i know in terms of behaviour

"Hayst!!!! Self!! Sleep now!!!!!" I said to myself


A/N
Hi guys! merry christmas sending loves!❤️

"I loved, and adored him back then. But maybe, second chances aren't meant  for everyone in the world."

She is type of a girl  who is a kind of oversized one  but, brainy she can do both or must say multi task, a debater who is very articulate, a journalist to their school paper  and known as a genius student but one day, he met  again a person from his past without her realizing that it’s him and became  the one reason of the changes to her physical appearance and inner soul.


Then an unexpected  thing will happen that someone will fall in love  with her that she met in the world of  RPW,  who had a familiar vibe. How will she handle it? Is the first guy still the same guy? Are they still one person? Or the other way around.


Is there a chance that, maybe, the silent opponent  of who? Is the literal  soulmate of her, the guy whom she knew deeply  who was already there before he met those other people?


Or, her literal weakness is the guy who admired her since they were in their first years, in high school. What if the two of them are her weakness and it is unexpected.


But the worst thing is another person, or more people will confuse her again about what she feels towards the guy that he truly loves.


Years will come, thousands of people will meet and encounter each other, cashes  will continue to burn out, those bright  colors will fade, leaves will fall down by the help of the frail or burly wind, small plants will  finally grow, time will fly quickly, and then maturity  will hit them. All of us will grow old, but her true weakness will still remain who? 


From a puppy love, back in high school until she became the heiress, will still be who? Who will be her unexpected weakness?







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Well… We've finally come to the end of Spirit Immortal. 

Hehe, I bet you guys didn't see it coming right? The cover of the book was actually the ending scene of the entire story! Haha, I did well to keep it under wraps for the two years I've been writing this story! Finally, I get to share it all with you!

For those that had stuck with me for the near two years, I've been posting Spirit Immortal… It's been quite the hell of a ride. There were many days where I wanted to quit writing this story and there were many times where I just wanted to say: "Fuck it! Let me just leave everything and just tell you the outline of Spirit Immortal straight up!" However, because of you guys, I gritted my teeth and completed the story. 

So… Before I begin the FINAL Author's Thoughts of Spirit Immortal, I want to give a huge thank you for all who supported me. Especially my Patrons, who had actually invested money into Spirit Immortal even though you guys didn't have to. There are some of you who have invested hundreds of dollars to support this project of mine and I don't know how else I could repay you for your continued support... 

Honestly, I lack the words to describe my gratitude, so I can only say this…

Thank you all for being the rock in my life, guiding me to complete the story that I dreamed about so many years back…

Alright, enough of the emotional stuff! Let's get to the real meat of the Author's Thoughts. This will be my longest Author's Thoughts yet so if you lack the time, you really don't have to read it all. However, for those that had read Spirit Immortal all the way, I'm sure that you'll find it all very interesting.

Let me divide it into sections first, just to keep me on track. Firstly, I'll be discussing the overall story of Spirit Immortal. How I conceived it from a theory that I had, the inspirations I took and ultimately… The ending that I'm sure only a percentage of you saw coming.

Secondly, I'll be talking about the challenges I had writing Spirit Immortal. My journey from a teenager in university that had no clue about how to write, to the man that I am now. The challenges that a new author in the web novel genre will come to face and hopefully, it'll teach any of you aspiring authors to not repeat the same mistakes that I'd made.

Thirdly, I'll be writing about the things that I would have done differently (ie, the things that I would want to do in future when writing future stories). Also, the lessons learnt that I wish to impart on my future self, as well as any budding authors reading this. 

Finally… I'm going to talk about my future works and how I'll be approaching writing web novels in the future.

It's going to be a long ride since I'll be trying to condense two years worth of experience into one document, so please bear with me.

Story of Spirit Immortal
As many of you know, I am a fan of Wuxia/Xianxia novels. They have played an integral part of my teenage life, giving me content to binge through while I rode through my schooling years. By now, you should be familiar with how I got into Wuxia/Xianxia, so I'll skip the long introduction and get to the reason why I imagined Spirit Immortal as a Wuxia.

I had a different take about Immortality than the other novels.

It was really as simple as that. In traditional novels, like Coiling Dragon or Doulou Dalu, the ultimate goal for the protagonist was to become an Immortal. Some even have realms above the Immortal Realm and they continually become stronger until they reach Godhood. It's a tale that we've all read before. However, my thoughts about Immortality are a little different.

I don't believe that Eternal Life exists. Or at the very least, not in the way Wuxia/Xianxia novels portray it. Let me explain.

What does Immortal mean? A literal definition means, not mortal. So, before we get to that, let's define what mortal means first. A mortal is any living thing that exists in reality, doing their best to continue their ultimate goal… To live. See, it doesn't matter if you are a human or a dog, a tree or a pig. We're all living creatures fighting against our final destination… death. As much as we don't like to admit it, all living things will die one day. That's what makes them 'living' in the first place. We have immune systems to protect against viruses. Possess various traits that will help us survive in our reality. Legs to run, arms to hunt, mouths to eat, sexual organs to reproduce…

All of these attributes are what makes us mortal. Which means that the desires that come from these attributes are also mortal desires. We hunger to live. We lust to reproduce and further on our genetic lineage. We anger to pump ourselves into action to defend our survival. Every single emotion that humans feel are linked to one main thing… To live. Even trees, which are effectively mortal, respond to changes and adapt to live. 

So what happens when you turn Immortal? All of our survival instincts, all of our desires that make us mortal… It all goes away. 

We will no longer want to do anything because we've already lost our most primal need to survive. Hunger becomes redundant since you won't die. Sexual desires disappear since there's no need for you to reproduce anymore. Feelings of anger, sadness, anxiety, fear… All of them would be stripped bare of any mortal. 

Once we become 'Immortal' we cease being 'Mortal'. Sounds stupid to say out loud, but in most cultivation novels, the protagonist becomes Immortal but still acts as a Mortal. Desiring to grow stronger even though he/she has obtained eternal life. Lusting over new girls in the new realm. Feeling emotions that no Immortal should have… All of these got me wondering…

How could I make a story about an Immortal with this logic that I have?

And then it hit me… The journey.

I have to make a journey tale, one where the protagonist starts from nothing and obtains everything that he'd ever thought possible. And it's not like the journey was perfect. Shin lost people on the way. Learned lessons from a myriad of characters. Took on the journey of life to become the 'perfect hero' that was slated to become the next 'Immortal.' And at the end of it all… He'll realise that Immortality was just a lie made up by humans to feel better about his mortality. 

All humans live. All humans die. In the end, what really matters is the journey that we all take while we're living. It doesn't matter if you become a successful billionaire or a struggling pauper. It doesn't matter if you get to live your dreams or be a recluse that loves to watch shows all day. As long as you're satisfied with your life's journey. That's all that matters.

At least, that was what I was trying to convey in Spirit Immortal.

Remember when I said that I wanted to finish this story because I wanted all of you to see my ending? The ending that I created was to show what my thoughts were about mortality. The life of a mortal, the journey that said mortal would take and finally… The end that no one can escape from. Spirit Immortal isn't a story about Immortality like other Wuxias. It's a story about… Mortality.

I'll be the first to admit. I lost control over the story of Spirit Immortal halfway through writing it. The original storyboard was for Shin to have a single drive (Ariel's resurrection) to carry him all the way to the ending. The ending that would reveal that the Immortal Realm doesn't exist and they were all cogs in a wheel to power the World Spirit. However, as I wrote more settings, introduced more characters, the storyline became more convoluted.

I'm an author that doesn't like to keep things rigid. As I keep adding new things into the story, it would morph whatever narrative I'm trying to write. Kanari's introduction as the secondary love interest was the major turning point for Spirit Immortal as well. I'd initially thought of Kanari as a friend character that was ultimately there only to fuel Shin's growth and to eventually meet Ariel. However, as I'd thought about it… Would Shin really behave that way when a beauty and good-hearted person like Kanari was chasing him? Was love truly eternal and could Shin only be single-minded about one person till the very end.

Then there were more realistic scenarios that I could think of which broke Shin's motivations. Even if Yggdrasil was real and Shin resurrected Ariel, he would still be a mature adult while Ariel would be a fifteen-year-old girl. Was that really realistic for Shin to ignore Kanari, a beautiful woman who had been chasing him when he was a hormonal youth, for a future with an uncertain Ariel.

And finally, I wanted to put in the family aspect into Shin's cultivation life. Family was an important aspect of all human beings. It's what fuels our evolution as a race and what drives us to live yet another day. So, Shin has to have a family before he ascends. So that he could make the final decision that he made at the end…

To not return to Earth and warn people that Immortality was a choice that Shin had to make. The world needs to have this cycle. Cultivators trying to ascend to Immortality, only to become energy for the new generation to rise up. That completes the evolution cycle of the Spirit Immortal world and Shin can only understand that if he has children of his own.

I've hidden many clues throughout the early books about the true nature of the Immortal Realm as well. Remember in Book 1 when I said the Spirit Immortals "burst into energy?" Also, in Book 2, the Mushinkei, the Frie Clan's house in Chilyoja Waypoint, means "Godless" in Japanese. And who could forget the easiest clue that I gave you all? Dexsot Teinost? Literally you can rearrange the words to form "It does not exist." Yes, yes. Very similar to the Harry Potter one with Voldermolt, but still! None of you got it! I even made it clear that I like scrambling words around with the Frie and Awter Clan all the way back in Book 1! 

Challenges
The challenges of being a writer, particularly an online one, is a completely foreign concept to me when I first started writing. I began to write because of my love of it and I'd thought that it would be easy. There are literally thousands of stories online and they each had their own unique flair. Some of them were terrible, some of them were masterpieces. And well… I got inspired by both types.

The masterpieces made me fall in love with stories. The shit stories made me realise… Anyone could write. Particularly online when there were no gatekeepers like traditional books. So even someone like me, who has bad English and horrendous storytelling skills can actually write something to the masses. 

Thinking back, I really was young and naive.

The most challenging part of being a novelist isn't the lack of time, which believe me, I was always swamped. It wasn't even the social toll that it takes. I had to give up many social events or at least plan ahead many weeks because I stuck to this daily schedule of releasing a chapter a day. 

The most challenging part of being a novelist is… Writer fatigue. 

There were so many days that I just couldn't type a single word. I didn't know how to pen my story. I didn't know how to write my settings. I didn't want to write anything because of how burnt out I was… I lost all my love for Spirit Immortal after consistently writing about it for two years. I couldn't bring myself to the keyboard, distracting myself with youtube videos and other entertainment means.

I would miss the days where my fingers would dance on the keyboard. I remember there was once I wrote a thousand words in an hour, and ten thousand words in a day. However, at my lowest point of my writer's fatigue. I couldn't even write a thousand words a day. 

That's why as the story neared its end, the quality kept dropping. I couldn't bring myself to write two thousand words a day, which was the limit I placed on myself and could only come down to a thousand words. It was heart-wrenching, knowing that I was responsible for the dip in quality in Spirit Immortal, the story that all of you readers spent your valuable time to read. 

I could spin a thousand excuses. Not enough time to write. Meeting up with my friends. Real-life obligations. Real-life work comes first. However, all in all, the main reason why I couldn't write… It's because I was tired. I was falling out of love with Spirit Immortal, even though it was the story that I dreamt into reality. I wanted to keep writing, but the author inside of me didn't exist in the shape that he used to be in.

BUT! I'm glad I faced all of those challenges, particularly with my first long-form novel. I now know what challenges lie ahead of me and I know what I must do from now on. To not just grow as an author, but as a person as well. 

Lessons learnt
Major lesson learnt… Spend more time storyboarding, and less time writing. A chapter a day is all well and good, but if the quality is shit, why bother? So I decided from here on out. I will no longer be releasing daily chapters. Maybe I'll be releasing three or four chapters a week, or even less. I can't tell you for sure right now. This is to prevent burning out once again.

Writing is not equal to authoring. I'd thought that as long as I crafted a good story, I could be a good writer. However, I now know that I'm shit at writing. My English is bad, and my execution is subpar at best. So I will be learning more from other novels to hopefully bolster up my bad writing skills. I will keep evolving, or at least, that's my hope. I will come back a better writer that could flawlessly execute the marvellous stories that I crafted in my head.

The Future of Linodo
Easy. I'm not quitting just because I'd finished Spirit Immortal. I will be continuing my second story, "When the Lilyflower Blooms..." while writing my new standalone book which I had been putting off for the longest time. I won't be returning to Wuxia/Xianxia books because I realise I'm not cut out for this genre. I can't write the 1000-2000 chapters that the undying Chinese Authors can. I can only go for so long before I burn out. 

So Lilyflower will be my comeback in an alternate genre, magical reality. I plan to write Lilyflower for about 100-200 chapters, 300 max. I don't want to keep my story never-ending and open-ended. I just want to make sure that the journey is fun for all of you. 

I won't be writing a Spirit Immortal sequel or any short stories from here on out. If I want to move on, I have to close this chapter called 'Spirit Immortal' from my life. If you guys want, you can privately message me about the theories of Spirit Immortal and I'll be sure to discuss anything that you want. However, for the most part, my creativity will now be focused on Lilyflower and the other stories that I have conceived thus far.

The End
So yeah… That's it for Spirit Immortal! I hope you've enjoyed these two years as much as I did. No matter what I say about this story, no matter how much time I've lost writing this and spending my heart's emotions on it… Spirit Immortal will always be a part of me. It would be a story that I would return to every once in a while to laugh at my young mind and enjoy thinking about forever after.

Thank you for reading Spirit Immortal and may the Immortals bless your soul! :)

Over a million years ago, the first human contracted with the first Spirit. Ever since then, Spirit use has become commonplace. Humans used Spirits to carry items and start fires. Eventually, even start wars. Thousands upon thousands of years past and one day, one human did the impossible. He transcended his mortality and ascended to the realm above.  

In the present day, the Frie Clan was once a great clan of the Himmel empire. However, a devastating battle ten years ago crippled the clan and their numbers dwindled. To make up for their loss, the upper echelons decided to adopt young orphans and nurture them to become a future pillar of the weakened clan. Shin was one of those orphans. 

Although picked up by the Frie Clan, not all is smooth sailing for Shin and the other orphans...
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After he leaves, she goes back to Earl Hye's house and makes a beeline for her room. She first opens the letter from Dilbert.
The war has reached past the gate of Loresh. They are currently preparing to take out their hidden card. The news has most likely already reached DaLan...
Marguerite reads the 2 pages of information. It seems that she was wrong in her calculations. The war advanced much more quickly than she thought.
She knows what Loresh's hidden car is. It is a weapon stolen from their country called the catapult. They most likely improved it and plan to use it early on to surprise Armel.
Loresh still thinks that their plan A hasn't been leaked to the enemy and so haven't put in place plan B yet. They still think that our weapons have been successfully damaged. But even if they do realize it, their plan B and plan C is also known to us. All thanks to Dilbert.
DUMMY CHAPTER


Image above: Portrait of Mollie Williams (Mississippi), taken as part of the Federal Writers' Project
This article was published online on February 9, 2021.
On a rainy thursday afternoon in November, I stepped inside the National Museum of African American History and Culture, in Washington, D.C. On past visits, I'd always encountered crowds of tourists and school groups, a space bursting with movement and sound. But on this day, the museum was nearly empty. It seemed to echo with all the people who had been there but were no longer. For the few of us inside, social distancing was dictated by blue circles scattered on the floor.
I made my way down to the bottom level, which documents the history of slavery in America. Masks were mandatory, and something about the pieces of cloth covering everyone's mouths seemed to amplify the silence and solemnity of what surrounded us.
I walked past the statue of Thomas Jefferson standing among bricks bearing the names of people he'd enslaved, past a cabin that enslaved people had slept in, and past the stone auction block upon which enslaved people had been sold and separated from their families.
Toward the end of a long corridor was a dimly lit room with sepia-toned photos on the walls. Photos of enslaved people holding their own children, or their enslaver's children. Photos of fresh wounds on the backs of those who'd been beaten. Photos of people bent over fields of cotton that hid their faces.
But what was most striking about the room was the voices running through it. The words of people who had survived slavery were running on a six-minute loop. Their voices floated through the air like ghosts.
"My father was not allowed to see my mother but two nights a week," said a woman in the voice of Mary A. Bell. "Dat was Wednesday and Saturday. So he often came home all bloody from his beatings."
"I had to wok evva day," said a woman in the voice of Elvira Boles. "I'd leave mah baby cryin' in the yard, and I'd be cryin', but I couldn't stay."
"My mudder word in de field," said Harrison Beckett. "Sometimes she come in 9 or 10 'clock at night. She be all wore out an' it be so dark she too tired to cook lots of times, but she hafter git some food so we could eat it. Us all 'round de table like dat was like a feast."
 
When I'd first encountered these floating voices years before, I was fascinated by how ordinary their stories were. These were not tales of daring escapes like those of Henry "Box" Brown, who in 1849 contorted his body into a wooden crate for 27 hours as it was delivered from the slave state of Virginia to abolitionists in Pennsylvania—mailing himself to freedom. Nor were they the stories of Frederick Douglass, who as a teenager, in 1833, fought his white slave breaker with such force that the man never hit Douglass again. Nor were they the stories of Harriet Jacobs, who, in an attempt to escape the physical and sexual abuses of slavery, hid in an attic for seven years.
From the January 1867 issue: Frederick Douglass's 'An Appeal to Congress for Impartial Suffrage'
Brown became a global celebrity who turned his escape routine into a one-man show that traveled throughout the United States and England. Douglass and Jacobs wrote autobiographies that became best sellers, and that today are staples in classrooms around the world. Theirs are the stories I learned as a child, and there's great value in teaching kids stories of resistance, of Black people not being passive recipients of violence. But I remember how, after reading them, I found myself wondering why every enslaved person didn't just escape like these famous figures did. The memory of that thought now fills me with shame.
The stories swirling about the room weren't famous accounts of extraordinary people; rather, they were the words of all-but-forgotten individuals who bore witness to the quotidian brutality of chattel slavery. These stories were the result of the Federal Writers' Project—a New Deal program that was tasked with collecting the oral histories of thousands of Americans. From 1936 to 1938, interviewers from the FWP gathered the firsthand accounts of more than 2,300 formerly enslaved people in at least 17 states. The members of the last generation of people to experience slavery were reaching the end of their lives, and so there was an urgency to record their recollections. In scale and ambition, the project was unlike any that had come before it. The Federal Writers' Project ex-slave narratives produced tens of thousands of pages of interviews and hundreds of photographs—the largest, and perhaps the most important, archive of testimony from formerly enslaved people in history.
The descendants of those who were interviewed can read the words of people they thought had been lost to history.
While many of these narratives vividly portray the horror of slavery—of families separated, of backs beaten, of bones crushed—embedded within them are stories of enslaved people dancing together on Saturday evenings as respite from their work; of people falling in love, creating pockets of time to see each other when the threat of violence momentarily ceased; of children skipping rocks in a creek or playing hide-and-seek amid towering oak trees, finding moments when the movement of their bodies was not governed by anything other than their own sense of wonder. These small moments—the sort that freedom allows us to take for granted—have stayed with me.
 
When I first came across the narratives, I was confused as to why I had never, not once in my entire education, been made aware of their existence. It was as if this trove of testimony—accounts that might expand, complicate, and deepen my understanding of slavery—had purposefully been kept from view.
 Portraits of formerly enslaved people, taken as part of the Federal Writers' Project. Left to right, top row: Willis Winn (Texas); James Green, seated, with an unidentified individual (Texas); Ben Kinchelow (Texas); Charles H. Anderson (Ohio). Second row: Mary Crane (Indiana); Daniel Taylor (Alabama); Orelia Alexia Franks (Texas). Third row: Harriet Jones (Texas); Simp Campbell (Texas); Patsy Moses (Texas). Fourth row: Gus Johnson (Texas); Ben Horry (South Carolina); Maugan Shepherd (Alabama); William Henry Towns (Alabama).
For many black americans, there is a limit to how far back we can trace our lineage. The sociologist Orlando Patterson calls it natal alienation: the idea that we have been stripped of social and cultural ties to a homeland we cannot identify. I have listened to friends discuss the specific village in Italy their ancestors came from, or the specific town in the hills of Scotland. No such precision is possible for Black Americans who are the descendants of enslaved people. Even after our ancestors were forcibly brought to the shores of the New World, few records documented their existence. The first census to include all Black Americans by name was conducted in 1870, five years after slavery ended. Trying to recover our lineage can be a process of chasing history through a cloud of smoke. We search for what often cannot be found. We mourn for all we do not know.
 
But the descendants of those who were interviewed for the Federal Writers' Project have been given something that has been denied to so many Black Americans: the opportunity to read the words, and possibly see the faces, of people they thought had been lost to history.
Because these narratives are not often taught in school, many people come across them for the first time later in life. Several historians told me that their encounters with these stories had shifted the trajectory of their personal and intellectual lives. Catherine A. Stewart, a historian at Cornell College, in Iowa, and the author of Long Past Slavery: Representing Race in the Federal Writers' Project, remembers sitting in the basement of the university library as a graduate student, making her way through reels of microfilm. "I will just never forget this sensation I had of these stories—of these life histories of these individuals, personal stories and experiences of enslavement—just leaping off the page," she said.
Read: A priceless archive of ordinary life


Marguerite is oblivious as she folds Arthmael's body into beautiful silhouettes. Following the familiar choreography, she dances relentlessly.

Grand Jete! Penche! followed by a series of graceful pas de chats. All concatenated in front of the enthralled emperor.

When the music reaches the outro in a full stop, Marguerite falls gracefully on the floor in a pose. She stays there and waits for the king to tell her she can leave.

She stays on the ground for a long time but hears nothing from him. Wondering if she did anything wrong, she wants to lift her head to look at the king's face, but quickly remembers the warning he gave her. If she disrespects him any further, who knows what he might do to her.

She suddenly feels her chin being lifted, her eyes meet the hazels of Demian. She forgets to breathe and falls from her pose onto the floor. She doesn't have time to regain her senses before two strong arms lift her off the floor.

She is about to question him on his weird behaviour when her mouth is suddenly covered by his in a kiss.

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Marguerite is very talented. She has a beautiful voice, a great passion for music and various talents in the arts. Unfortunately, her bright future gets compromised when she is forced to leave her world to fulfill the wish of someone else. Marguerite wanting to go home as soon as possible, accepts. However things turn out quite unexpected for her.

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Act 1
My name is Serena O'Connell and my story begins with a road trip across the country with my five best friends; Catherine Hill, Rachel Stone, Abigail Willows, Katie McBride and Meghan Ahern. It was a spur of the moment, a last chance, an opportunity of a lifetime before we go our separate paths and part ways for who knows how long.

A chance to experience things, be on our own and be responsible for our-selves...

We were having lunch at Leo's Diner in downtown of North City, a small city-like town, and we were talking about what we wanted to do with our lives.

I was having a seafood chowder with sweet potato fries to dip...

Cat was eating a double cheeseburger with onion rings on the side...

Abby was enjoying a spinach salad with Devil Eggs and a Savory Ceasar dressing on the side...

Rachel had a tortellini soup with a small bowl of spaghetti and meatballs...

Katie was having a half grilled cheese sandwich with a cup of tomato soup...

While Meg had a fruit salad with goat cheese and honey dressing...

As we ate; we threw ideas around and not really deciding on anything until Abby said in epiphany: "Let's do a road trip across the country or as far as we can go driving and do some exploring!"

"We'll need money and a plan;" I said a bit reluctantly, "I'm all for a road trip and having fun but we should be careful!"

"Oh come on, Serena, live a little;" said Meg with an eye roll, "We have our bank cards, we will be checking on our accounts daily and be very careful on our spending!"

I agreed to the trip though I was still reluctant but at least it's a group thing and after lunch; we told our parents of our impromptu road trip as we began planning, packing and preparing. My parents thought it was a good idea and I promised them to call home for a check-in; I was still uncomfortable about the trip but Meg was right I needed to live a little.

Cat, Abby and Katie were taking turns driving as they were the only three of the group who have driver licenses; Meg, Rachel and I were taking turns as navigators with the maps, and we also take turn in paying for gas. Katie was given an old, still working, camping van that became our transport; we packed camping gear for emergencies, bought solar power chargers for our phones and four coolers, stocked up on films for one camera to share and last minute of packing of what we need before we were ready.

I packed some romance books, my guilty pleasure, that would last the trip at least and I had my phone to bring up any online erotic stories to if needed. We also made and packed sandwiches in one of the coolers; we had cold cuts, cheeses, mayo, peanut butter, jellies and marshmallow fluff.

In the second cooler was packed snacks, third cooler held bottles of water and sparkling juice, and the last cooler was packed with sodas. We also safely packed away laundry soap in case we need a laundromat to do our laundry when we stop for the night.

We went over any check list one last time to make sure we didn't forget anything and were ready to do our trip.
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Act 2
I won't bore you with the details of when we begun our trip; the only thing I would say is that we took my Dad's advice and used the back roads to avoid traffic much. We had no set destination as we traveled; we just drove and sightsee whatever caught our interest.

We found small motels and hotels that would have one vacant room for the night or find a small place to camp and slept in the van or tent for a night. We even played Chinese Fire Drill in one of the towns or cities we were driving through; our belts would be off and we were out of the van at a stop light when the gear was put into park, we ran around the car once and were back in with belts on by the time the light turns green we were in drive.

We could hear the cars honking behind us as we drove off and we were laughing as we continued our trip. We also took a lot of pictures and bought a memento each to bring home; the sandwiches, snacks and drinks lasted us weeks, and we even stopped for fast food once in a while.

We restocked our sandwiches, snacks and drinks from convenience or grocery stores; we buy bread, cold cuts, cheeses, jars of mayo, peanut butter, jellies and marshmallow fluff. Snacks and drinks are packed into the three coolers; then we make the sandwiches in a motel/hotel room or on the side of the road with the trunk open, wrap and stock them in the first cooler.

We also make sure to clean up and toss any trash in the proper areas, we also keep the camping van freakishly clean as possible and keep everything organized. As we drove; I would bring out one if my romance books, the hot and heavy kind, my friends and I would take turns reading a chapter each out loud to each other.

When one of us reach the steamy scenes; the one reading the scene had to read it in a seductive way that had us giggling in the end but we still enjoyed the moments. My friends had gone on dates, done the makeout sessions and each had experienced their first time having sex with a boyfriend once.

I was the only virgin of the group but I wasn't a prude thanks to my guilty pleasure; there were times I had trouble sleeping so I browsed the web on my phone and read erotic stories online. On rare occasions; I would try experimenting on touching my-self but I always chicken out at the last minute, I couldn't get into or even set a mood of sorts not to mention I felt uncomfortable and didn't know how to react.

My friends understood my hesitation and they have spoken on their experiences, and I didn't mind the teasing of being a prude at times. My friends made jokes and teased with sexual innuendoes that were funny to laugh at or giggle over.

Once for fun and on a group dare; we rented an erotic movie in a hotel room for a night and split the bill six ways in the morning. We talked about the movie as Cat drove; I researched the sexual positions that were done and my friends each gave their own reviews.

We kept track of our spending, making sure we didn't overspend and double checked our accounts each month during our trip. We had yet decided to return home as we continued our course, we were being responsible and sticking together.

Everything was going well...
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Act 3
One day Katie was driving and we were going through one of the forests near the mountains; I made sure to call my parents daily whenever we stopped to stretch our legs or bedding down for the night. We were soon driving with no reception so we enjoyed the quiet and the forest scene around us, we were soon feeling bored having already read the romance books more than once until stopping to stretch our legs.

We also noticed that no cars had passed us and assumed that the road we were on had not been used for a long time. Meg, Rachel and I were going over one of the maps of the area as Abby took over driving; while Katie and Cat were taking a nap on the second back seat behind us.

We soon stopped next to a ridge and got out of the van to walk around a bit, and the view from the ridge was picturesque. We even managed to spot a town in the valley below and Rachel said in thought: "We keep driving on this road and hopefully we'll reach the town before dark or so!"

"Let me refill the tank before we continue;" said Katie in agreement as she fetches one of six red containers of gas from a catch in the side of the trunk. "Cat must've been a psychic when she had us buy the gas containers before we took the forest mountain road!"

"Better safe than sorry;" said Cat simply with a smile.

This time Katie drove until we came to a fork in the road; we wrote our names on pieces of paper and placed them in a bag. A good shake by each of us was enough and as Cat was the oldest of the group; she did the picking and my name was drawn.

I pocketed the paper with my name and picked the right road, and Cat took the right turn as she drove. I soon noticed movements among the shadows deep in the woods and strange stone statues hidden among the trees but I couldn't tell what they were.

"Is that an archway up ahead?" Meghan asked as she sat in the front passenger seat as navigator.

Meg was spot on as we stopped and got out as we gazed at these large pair statues that flanked the road; they were a pair of rampant Sphinxes with paws touching to form the archway. Yet the faces of the Sphinxes had been worn away but they were beautiful to look at especially being wrapped in vines, before returning to the car I was handed the camera and took couple of pictures of the Sphinxes separately.

We got back into the van with Cat still driving and drove between the rampant Sphinxes, and kept driving once we were through. Yet I couldn't help feeling...that something was going to happen...
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Act 4
The Sphinx Archway was soon far behind as Catherine Hill, Rachel Stone, Abigail Willows, Katie McBride, Meghan Ahern and I found our-selves driving down a dirt road of sorts in the forest. We had no idea where we were, tree branches slapped the van as we bounced in our seats from the holes or stones or even roots and I had a feeling that we were lost.

"Apart from the Sphinx Archway being a landmark of sorts, I think I chosen the wrong turn at the fork;" I said after a moment of silence, "I think we are lost!"

"The Sphinx Archway was something and we'll reach the end of this road soon;" states Cat who continued to drive, "I'll turn us around, go back through the archway and head back to the fork!"

We were practically holding our breaths and wondering when the road will end so that we could turn around. The wait wasn't long as we cleared the trees and came upon a...

Came upon a wall?

A Modern Fairy Tale Memoir

This is a memoir of a young woman with her friends who become trapped in a world of spirits, Sidhes, myths and legends!
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TRIGGER WARNING: RAPE!!!
There will be scenes, mentions and attempts at rape; I would like to APOLOGIZE beforehand for ANY MENTAL/EMOTIONAL TRIGGERS! 

(This Warning is to forewarn what *might* happen within the story; I want to make sure that the story I've written will not cause problems. This is ONLY a story that I made up and I will apologize if I made anyone uncomfortable but I also hope that you, Esteemed Readers, will give this book a chance)

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(To the reader if mc c*clord by someone just put warning in the title of the story.)
I still don't read some of the story.. so I don't know if that story going to ntr(netorare)... well you can leave some comment to the title to alert someone... thats that....
I upload this for my own to read....

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