A collection of poems I've written categorised mostly by what they are about or common themes in them. Many are free verses.

This is were I keep my poetry and small thoughts. My old poems and any new poems I may right.

Noah- i just dont know rose but you are really pretty and you are the most beautiful eyes I just don't know I just felt that I have fallen for you in a second when eyes meet with each other I really love that eye contact with you I am so sorry if you feel awkward that I am saying this things to you but whatever I am saying it's true I'm really sorry if you feel bad.

Rose- o Oh ho sweet of you saying such things to me.

Noah- your welcome sweetie.

Rose- can you say something about you I wanna know you "

Noah- Why not? So I am 18 years old my name is Noah and I really love to swim and write short poems I know many of people are not attracted to this small poems poems but I am really attracted to them I just don't know whenever I am sad whenever I am happy I just like poems like a short and I just express my feelings from that poems

Rose- oh that's really cool like why people don't like it I really appreciate such kind of thing I am really happy that I met someone who do the same thing has been even I do write small short stories I really love to write small and short stories and I express my feelings.

Noah- oh my god now I feel that we are connected to each other don't you feel that rose

Rose - here's my home i am going home bubyee sorry if i am rude for not answering the question but i dont know how to answer it either.

At Home.

Mom- who was that guy ?

Rose -MOMM!!!!
Mom - Yesterday you told that you don't want to get involved in any boyfriend material so who is he he is Your Man right I know rules even I was the same when I was young like you don't keep secrets Rose I am your mum and I know you well

Am I really falling for him he was so sweet today where he told that my eyes are beautiful really loved his really dark Husky voice which I really loved. let's see what happened next I don't know what will happen whether I will be together with him or not let's sleep good night

what will happen next?
Noah will ask her out for a date  or not?
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"Are you kidding me! My nine recollecting fragrances cannot even compare to a cup of seawater?" Luo Mu Zi roared inwardly, while maintaining his calm appearance on the surface.
"Damn! This Wu Yi Hai is playing tricks and pulled a fast one, we are offering tea, yet he offers seawater? He is too shameless! Fairy Si Liu even approved of him, this is too infuriating!" Veins started to bulge in Lun Fei's clenched fists below the table.
Fairy Tian Lu quickly calmed the situation: "The moon is high in the sky, since we have already drunk tea, if there are no poems to accompany this festival, it would not be complete."
Fang Yuan pretended to not understand: "Are we really going to recite poems?"
He looked like he had heard it for the first time.
Luo Mu Zi and Lun Fei's eyes immediately brightened. This was another opportunity!
Another opportunity to knock down their rival.
"You managed to get away with it the previous time, duping your way through. This time, I am going to push you down from the limelight, then fiercely step on you a couple times."
Luo Mu Zi's mind was revolving around this thought, but on the surface, he was still wearing a smile and had a graceful demeanor. 
The same went for Lun Fei, having similar thoughts.
However, they did not know what kind of person Fang Yuan was.
Competing in poetry?!
Heavens!
This was worse than showing off in front of an expert.
Fang Yuan came from Earth, he had a large stockpile of traditional poems in his head, including those renowned works as well as earthshaking masterpieces. He could easily use one of them and these two would be unable to save face.
"Yes, we are going to recite poems, there is a story behind this." Qiao Si Liu answered Fang Yuan.
"Oh? Please explain." Fang Yuan continued to ask.
"This is a story that has been passed down in Southern Border, and is also the origin of the moon festival." Qiao Si Liu said with eloquence.
Once upon a time, at a certain village in Southern Border.
A young man fell in love with an old Gu Master's daughter, and this Gu Master's daughter also was in love with this mortal youth.
The youth mustered up his courage to propose the marriage, but he was met with the old Gu Master's rejection.
"You are only a mortal, while my daughter is a Gu Master with a bright future, how could you be worthy of my daughter? Get lost!"
The young man implored and begged, but the old Gu Master sneered: "You are daydreaming, thinking I will let my daughter marry you! You, a mere mortal who cannot even brew tea? What use do you have?"
The youth replied: "Isn't it just tea? What is so difficult about it, if I brew it, will you marry your daughter to me?"
The old Gu Master felt a headache.
He knew his daughter loved this youth deeply, forcefully breaking them up would only make his daughter hate him. 
"If you can make a cup of tea that meets my expectations, I will give you a chance."
The youth was joyous and agreed immediately: "Sir, I will definitely make it."
The Gu Master daughter was extremely worried when she heard about this: "My family is reputed for our famous tea, and you have to make a tea which can satisfy my father. You are only a mortal with no Gu Master abilities, how can you brew a good tea?"
The young man, however, replied: "Don't worry. Who says mortals cannot brew tea? Let me tell you three principles."
"The first principle: the law of the jungle, big fish eats small fish, and small fish eats shrimps."
Saying that, the young man walked to a stream and hooked a big fish, he cut the fish, retrieving a small fish inside, he then cut the small fish, and took out a shrimp from the inside.
"The second principle: humans need to eat and also need to defecate."
The young man then ate the shrimp and pooped out a pile of faeces.
"The third principle: faeces can nourish vegetation to grow better." 
The young man buried his faeces under the soil, and sure enough, flowers and plants started to flourish and grow.
The young man plucked a kind of flower from among them and soaked it in the stream, the entire small stream turned into tea.
The old Gu Master could not speak for a long while after he took a sip of this tea.
His daughter said, "Father, you are not thinking of reneging on your promise, right?"
Only then did the old Gu Master nod reluctantly: "Boy, you have passed the first test. But it is still impossible for you, a mortal, to marry my daughter. You are too crude and lack talent, you cannot recite poems." 
The youth scratched his head and spoke worriedly: "Although I have not recited poems before, I can give it a try."
The old Gu Master scoffed: "You?"
The youth asked back: "Why can't I?"
"Boy, reciting poems is not just casually chanting a few phrases. We Gu Masters can cause heaven and earth to change by reciting poems, we can make humans dance with joy. Can you do that?"
The youth said in a low tone: "How would I know if I don't give it a try?" 
"Alright, then try, don't say I didn't give you a chance. If you fail, then you need to leave and never see my daughter again."
The youth had no choice but to agree, he began to pace around, thinking of a poem to recite.
But he had never recited a poem before, he had no clue how to start.
At this moment, he saw the ants on the ground, he saw the birds and the setting sun outside the window. Suddenly, he patted his head. 
He began to recite: "Sparrows fly low and snakes slither around, ants move their homes as it rains down."
Southern Border had many rainy days, and it was currently springtime as well. 
The youth had just finished speaking, when light rain began to appear in the sky. 
The old Gu Master's expression changed.
The youth continued: "A drop of spring rain resembles a drop of oil, too much of it sends us into turmoil."
The rain got heavier and the sky turned dark.
The old Gu Master's expression was slightly unsightly.
The youth grabbed his head and scratched his cheek: "Elm trees droop as farming commences, hair falls as seeds scatter."
At this point, the youth was stuck and for the life of him, he could not recite the final line.
"I will give you some more time." The old Gu Master sneered.
The youth's eyes brightened as he pointed at the old Gu Master and said: "Lord took away all the grains, our hungry stomachs are all in pain."
The old Gu Master immediately stomped his foot in anger and stood up, breaking the teacup in his hand.
Then, he pointed at the young man and shouted: "A mere mortal dares to be so audacious!"
But his daughter laughed and clapped: "Amazing, this song changed heaven and earth, and even made father dance." 
The old Gu Master was furious at seeing his daughter side with her boyfriend, but was unable to retort.
"Good, good, good, consider that you have passed the second test, but there is still the final one. You want to marry my daughter, what about the betrothal gift? Can you take out a betrothal gift that can satisfy me?"
The youth lowered his head dejectedly, he lived in a thatched cottage, slept on a straw mat and only had one set of patched clothes. 
"I will use all my assets as the betrothal gift." The youth spoke in a serious tone.
"Let me see them!" The old Gu Master said.
The young man brought the old Gu Master to his residence, to that old thatched cottage.
He then said: "These are all my assets."
"This old hut with holes everywhere?" The old Gu Master pointed with disdain.
"This straw mat that is about to break?" The old Gu Master threw the straw mat.
"These rocks used as stools?" The old Gu Master kicked the rocks and broke them.
The youth lowered his head.
Every sentence the old Gu Master said made the young man's head lower further down.
When the old Gu Master said his third sentence, the youth's head had almost hung down to his chest.
But right at this time, from a rock the old Gu Master has kicked open, a beautiful Gu worm that looked like the moon flew out leisurely, shining brightly. 
The old Gu Master was stunned.
The youth was also stunned, he had picked up this rock casually from the base of the mountain.
The old Gu Master's daughter cried out happily: "This Gu worm is definitely enough as the betrothal gift, right?"
The old Gu Master was unable to retort, he could not say anything and finally, he could only rub his nose and marry his daughter to this mortal lad.
Fang Yuan had already heard of this story before, it was indeed interesting.
The story portrayed a conflict between a mortal and a Gu Master, and actually ended up with the mortal's victory.
The youth had braved through the three hurdles, finally getting together with the beauty, who was also a Gu Master. The old Gu Master had not used strength from start to finish, this did not conform to logic. It, however, showed a lowly mortal's thirst towards a better life, as well as pursuing happiness.
Qiao Si Liu narrated the story to Fang Yuan, conveniently explaining the customs of the moon festival as well. 
Why it was that during the moon festival, the people in Southern Border, be they Gu Immortals or mortals, would make tea, recite poems and dissect rocks.
Naturally, the tea brewing of mortals was done with ordinary tea leaves, and as for dissecting rocks, it was replaced by breaking pebbles as a way of receiving auspicious blessings. 
"This is quite an interesting story, thank you, Fairy Si Liu, for answering my doubts." Fang Yuan said, politely.
Qiao Si Liu smiled: "Why are you so polite, you can just call me Si Liu."
"Huh?!" Luo Mu Zi's eyes opened wide.
Qiao Si Liu's attitude towards Wu Yi Hai was completely different from how she treated the two of them.
"We have had tea already, now let us recite poems." Lun Fei said, his gaze towards Fang Yuan flashed with some coldness and his tone had also turned somewhat icier.
Qiao Si Liu's beautiful eyes turned towards Lun Fei: "Lun Fei, you are already eager, I am very interested to listen to your masterpiece."
Lun Fei laughed happily, the coldness on his face completely dissipated as he replied: "Then let me recite my simple work."
He stood up and slowly walked outside the pavilion as he recited —
Stepping into society as an ignorant youngster,
Step by step I walk by myself.
But tonight I do not drink alone,
Because my dream beauty is here under the moon.
Lun Fei, in his blue robe and with fair appearance, recited slowly.
The first two lines described his cultivation experiences, hinting at his lonely journey.
The last two lines described the current situation, especially the last line, it was an implicit confession.
He had walked out of the pavilion, and after his recital, he returned inside, gazing deeply at Qiao Si Liu.
Qiao Si Liu sensed the passion in his eyes and quickly turned around to look at Fang Yuan.
However, Fang Yuan neither looked at her nor showed hostility towards Lun Fei, he was just quietly drinking tea.
A trace of disappointment flashed past Qiao Si Liu's eyes.


With his Three Fundamental Views* unrighteous, the demon is reborn.
An old dream in the ancient days, a new author with an identical name.
An old story about a time traveler who was constantly being reborn.
An eccentric world that grows, cultivates, and uses Gu. 
The Spring Autumn Cicada, Moonlight Gu, Liquor worm, Comprehensive Golden Light Worm, Fine Black Hair Gu, Hope Gu. . . . . .
And a peerless great demon that freely acts to his heart’s content.
Translator's Synopsis: 
A story of a villain, Fang Yuan who was reborn 500 years into the past with the Spring Autumn Cicada he painstakingly refined. With his profound wisdom, battle and life experiences, he seeks to overcome his foes with skill and wit! Ruthless and amoral, he has no need to hold back as he pursues his ultimate goals. In a world of cruelty where one cultivates using Gu - magical creatures of the world - Fang Yuan must rise up above all with his own power.
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Gu is a legendary venomous insect, often used in black magic practices. It can take on the form of several insects, usually snakes, crickets, worms etc.
* = one's world view, values of worth and philosophy on life 


It's morning and since I had nothing to do, I decided to start writing poems again. Doing calligraphy was easy because Lu Ming taught me until I was professional. Our calligraphy looked alike though. Like really alike. 

As for the art that I painted, I gave it to Hao'er and told her to hang it up in the room. My room was small, but I didn't quite mind. I loved that it was quiet and peaceful here. There wasn't a lot of commotion going on. This life was different from the fast-paced world of China.

And perhaps because of the plants I was growing, the room became even smaller. The plants I grew were herbs. The herbs were helpful in many ways. They give off a fresh smell like fresh air. Whenever you inhale the scent it would help clear your mind. It also helps clear poisons that may be in the room. And if I'm ever desperate for a cure, I can just grab some from my room immediately.

These are just precautions to keep me safe. I want to go back badly, so I have no choice but to be overly cautious. I need to last a year here and I can go back. 

Outside the Winter Court, Prince Wu was standing looking at the court.

"It's empty."

"Your highness, when Concubine Xiu just came, Madame had given her the same amount of guards and maids she had given to the other concubines, but she rejected it. She said her court is small and can't fit so many people in there. She also said that she likes the peace of the court, so the Madame should take back her people."

"Are you dumb?"

"Your highness, I'm not finished yet. Concubine Xiu also said that if Madame doesn't trust her and thinks she will harm you, the Madame is more than obligated to have spies. So the Madame sent spies, but after a month, all they reported was that everyday she did things that maids did or, that she did things that the normal woman didn't do."

"The only suspicious thing is that she cultivates. The spies were unable to tell what her rank was, but she seemed experienced is all. The Madame had questioned her about this, but she said..."

"What?"

"If one day she got framed, she can run away."

This lady is straightforward is she not. After a while, a piece of paper came flying out the gate.

"Hao'er, you don't need to chase it, I'm going to throw it away anyways."

"But Sis Ling! It was such a good poem! Why are you throwing away such good poems? Nobody will ever get a chance to admire them again."

"Hao'er, I can write as many poems as you want. Just ask me and I will. These are not any important poems. Besides, there are so many on my desk already that there is no need to chase one that ran away."

"Alright." Hao'er was sad about that poem, but her lady was right, there were hundreds on her desk already.

The piece of paper that flew was caught by Prince Wu who was about to throw it away, but didn't after hearing what the maid said. He looked at the piece of paper and saw the poem,

And even though it's hard
And I may struggle through it all,
You may see me struggle...
But you will NEVER see me fall

It was such an inspiration poem, quite different from all the beauty poems. A poem fit for a uplifting someone's mood. He thought to himself, if she has many more good poems in there and plans on throwing them away, he should keep it, he is her husband whatever they own is his.

With that thought in mind he entered the gates. There was no one to announce that he had entered the building because there were only 2 people living in the court. The master and her servant. Upon entering the entrance he already what he wanted.

He had only wanted the poems that were unwanted, but he saw the beauty, too. It was hard to stay away from her. He knew he should be on his guards instead of thinking of how to make her his, but she looked vulnerable in that moment for some reason.

"Your Highness! This servant apologizes, the lady had just fell asleep."

"In the morning?"

"Last night, Mistress Xiu couldn't sleep, so mistress stayed up doing poetry and art."

"Hao'er, who's here?"

"Mistress Xiu, the prince is here!"

Hearing that, Zhao Ling immediately came out of her doze. She thought the person causing commotion was Zixie, but it was the prince. In her thoughts, 'Why is he here?'

"Your Highness, is there something this concubine can do for you?"

"Your poems..."

"Oh. Did you want them? I'm not sure which one you want, so you can have Shao pick one."

"All."

"How are you going to carry them all?"

Prince Wu waved his hand and all the paper full of writing disappeared from her desk.

Hehe... I actually forgot that this prince has a storage that can carry lots. Zixie even told me. Well, now that he is done with whatever he came for, hopefully he can leave now. I want to protect chastity. Not only that, I want nothing to do with the prince. I'm still trying to form a plan to get the second lead's attention. The more I have this prince's attention, the less planning time I have. 

"Your Highness, now that you have what you want, I'm sure you want to leave now. After all, you're a busy man."

"All the others send me gifts everyday trying to get my attention, but you haven't tried one bit. I wonder why?"

"Eh?"

"You should know what I'm talking about. After all aren't concubines woman who does whatever they can to get a son to live. Giving birth is something they are all proud of, yet, you give no effort. I want to know why."

"There's no reason. Your Highness is a busy man and seeing that the other concubines are already knocking on your door, I see no reason why I should try to attract attention when the others are already trying for me."

"Hm?"

"Your Highness, I'm sure you are already annoyed by the fact that they are always giving you nutrition everyday, so that's why I didn't give you any gifts. And I'm sure you hate fragrance bags."

"You seem to understand my life quite well."

"Not at all, I am merely guessing and making decisions on my own."

"Still, you send nothing to me."

"Your Highness, even if I did, you would have told Shao to just throw it away. It would then hurt my feelings and I would feel like I just wasted my energy on something stupid."

"Stupid?"

"I don't mean it in a bad way. I am saying I would feel stupid for trying to get your attention when you don't love me at all. Not only that, you are about to have a wife soon, so I'd rather not be a thorn."

Prince Wu, then teleport to his room with Shao by his side.

"She doesn't understand me what I was trying to get at."

You Highness, she was only saying some true things. Seriously some true things, why are you brokenhearted at things that even you know about.

Zhao Ling always wanted nothing more than to live a peaceful life independently. However, on a fateful day, she somehow gets transmigrated to the the past. Not any normal ancient civilization though. One that uses spiritual powers. Zhao Ling wants to do everything she can to just go back to her time, but yet, she can't.

Somehow, she came to regain memories and started to pursue through all kinds of troubles to finally someday have everything go back to normal. Wei Qiang, her husband has lost his memories, but he stays stuck to her no matter what. Many kinds of troubles come and Xia Lin solves them with triumph.

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Preview on the story...

On a fine day, Xia Lin's ex-boyfriend comes to greet her. Xia Lin had been with Xiao Qiang for the day showing him the modern world. 

"Hey! Ling Ling nice to see you again. Want to-ahh my eyes!"

Xiao Qiang pulled her into a deep kiss in front of her ex with a triumphant smirk that seems to say, "Hmph! I win."
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At a party, in the restroom, Xiao Qian pulled her into a kiss.

"Xiao Qian, we are at a party."

He pulls out his sad and cute puppy eyes, "But all the men were staring at you."

"Sigh... What am I going to do with you. Your too unfair Xiao Qian."
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After Xia Lin came back from work, she found that Little Tan was missing.

"Honey, where is Little Tan?"

"I sent him to spend time with Father Liu."

"Wh-mph!"

Xiao Qian pushed her down to the bed and started to kiss her. "I need time with you too."

- Exo - {Baekhyun} 
"Hello"
"Hi" I bow in respect to the person at the counter then walk around until a title ot cover catches my eye. I continue to walk around and I see a little pink book in the poems. I walk over but right before I could grab it, someone with breathtaking looks grabs it and flips through the pages and stops at one randomly and scanned over it.
"You know is better luck if you read the very last poem right?" I said grabbing a cutely familiar floral pattern poetry. The boy looks at me and scoffs a bit as I open the box in the middle.
"Then why open and read one in the middle with that one?" I turn to him and smile sweetly.
"I've read this entire book, plus I remember it all, I was just scrolling through it." He then smirks holding out his hand.
"Let me see it real quick. I'll name off a poem name and author and you resite it, wanna play?" I smile and nod and he opens it near the front choosing a page.
"Ok, Lean On The Water by-"
"Kim Hyesoon. That's her book 'Autobiography Of Death', turn it over." I smirk as his eyes widen a bit but he just cleared his throat.
"Site it"
"Day 4. Lean your body on the water and cling to it. Wear a coat woven in the waters hair. I crouched and cover my face. Let's be slant together. let's Fall in bracing each other. After I jump off it'll be your turn to jump. When I throw down the fishing line, please bite on the hook and Bob up. I'll do the same next time. Plead to. the water talks to itself more than you do. It babbles on when it's drunk. So I take the rain home. Water pours in through the window. You're about to lean on it, but the water leans on you even more." he looks at me and shocked and I just smirked grabbing the book from his hands and putting it back on the shelf where I grabbed it.
"How did you-"
"I've read it twice, amazing how I remember it huh?". I smile and he nods in amazement.
"I never remember something like that unless it's about fried Chicken." He says as we both chuckle lightly.
"My name is Heesoo, nice too meet you." I hold my hand out with a bright smile, the boy takes my hands and returns the smile shaking it.
"Baekhyun, but you can call me bacon." He spoke a light chuckle in a bright smile.
"Well, why are you here today bacon?". I smile but hold back the matter of not wanting to giggle or even laugh at the fact that he gets called bacon.
"It's my older brother's birthday in a few weeks, so I'm looking for a book to give him.". the pink book he had in his hands gently gets placed back on the shelf. I look at the books and smile.
"Does he like love poems?" I asked was a small smile but he shrugs causing me I completely lose the small smile and giggle that I had found.
"I don't know, I'm just set on love poems." He said scanning the shelf once again.
"Well, there are some good ones here if you want some recommendations?" He knows without hesitation I quickly grabbed five books I have engraved in me. 
"The love of an apple tree by Cho Yoonho, no flower blooms without wavering by Do Jonghwan, even birds leave the world poems chosen by Hwang Jiwoo, everything you're in for: Manhae's poems of love and longing by Cho Francisca, and last but not least flowers of a moment by In Ko."  I top of the books on top of each other in his hands and he just smiles. 
"You know alot." He says with an awkward chuckle and I laugh a bit. 
"I'm in my second year of studying literature. My whole life is books, I better know a lot." He laughed.
"Cute, a bookworm." I smile and nod going to the English novels and in a cute way Baekhyun, even with five books in his hands, waddled behind me.
"Hey Heesoo, you want to grab coffee with me after we buy these?" I hesitate as I've looked at the Stephen King books.
"sure why not? There's a small and great shop somewhere close to here. Sound good?"  I said as I grabbed "Bag of Bones" off the shelf.
"You read English literature?" Baekhyun asked as we walk towards the counter.
"Yeah, I learned English and study literature so it helps a lot." A chuckle to myself.
"That'll be 17$" I pull out my wallet and I pay the cashier with a smile. Seconds later she hands me a paper bag with my book in it. 
"Thank you and have a nice day, come again!"
"Of course you too, Baekhyun, see you outside." I whisper a bit then walk out the door waiting for Baekhyun to accompany me to the coffee shop. 
"Let's go." he smiles quickly and lovingly. I haven't response and off we go walking to the coffee shop around the corner. 
"Hi and welcome to board Castle, oh, hey Heesoo." My friend Kim Samuel said with a bright smile.
"Hey Sam Sam. This is Baekhyun." I turn to baekhyun and smile sweetly.
"Baekhyun go ahead and order okay?" He smiled and nodded turn towards Samuel in a quick instant.
"One iced Americano please."
"Okay, and Heesoo regular for you?" Samuel asked and I nodded.
"Pay up bitch." Samuel said and we both smirked.
"Yeah yeah." I pull up my wallet and pay for the coffee, when I turned to Baekhyun he smiles sweetly and leads the way to a small table near the back by the window.
"So you come here a lot?" He asked with curiosity swimming and his beautiful brown eyes.
"Yeah, kinda." I smile and scratch the back of my neck nervously. Baekhyun lets off a soft chuckle and taps the table.
"How about you do me a favor?" I tilt my head and question it.
"Like what?"
"Next Saturday come to the park with me. We can read together there." I felt shocked but a sense of confidence run through me in those two seconds.
"Sure."
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It's Saturday already and I've acting like an eighth grader on her first date of her entire life. I flipped through every cute outfit and I still felt like it wasn't doing right. In the end though I settled with a bumblebee crop top, Jean short shorts, and yellow checkered vans. Sweet, cute, simple. I hear my phone ringing in those moments I panic and quickly grab it answering it.
"Hello?" I kind of yelled and it stayed kind of silent oh, my nerves then started to tingle until I hear complete laughter.
"Oh my god, Heesoo, are you ok?  You sounded scared and excited at the same time, what's going on?" Samuel mocked me causing me only to frown.
"Shut up, and I'm going on a date today." I said in the cocky tone but my smile fell when I dart dear Samuel die of laughter once again. 
"Oh my God really?! I hope he leaves in an instant!"
"Samuel!"
"What I'm only speaking my mind!"
"Well it wasn't nice, say sorry."
"Okay fine Mom! I'm sorry." He spoke with a softer voice and I once again smile to myself.
"I accept your apology, now, I have a date and he asked me to it first. Dick."
"Wait what?!  Heesoo?!" and right before I could hear much more I hang up in an instant taking a deep breath into peaceful and silent are that surrounded me now that I didn't have to hear Samuel.
"Aw, peace and qu-" I heard a knock on my door and I saw a slouching and groaning as I walk.
"What do you-, oh, Baekhyun..." I flush an embarrassment and amazement at the same time.
"Looks like someone made you mad before I arrived." he lightly chuckles and I let him inside while I grab my purse in the couch and a small sweater just in case.
"Yeah, Samuel called right before you knocked. So I thought you were him, sorry" I laugh awkwardly, but baekhyun stopped me right before we had left my door.
"You have your part book?" I smile softly and laugh a bit.
"In my purse here." I said he smiles as I pull small book out. out enough to where he couldn't see the book, but still enough to where he could tell what it was specifically.
"Ok, let's go then." he walks out the door and I follow him, of course I lock the door. We got into a nice 2017 Chevy car model and off we went. 
"You look adorable." Baekhyun said with soft pink resting on his cheeks.
"Thanks, you-" I look at him and actually become speechless. His beauty is to the max. His hair is a little messy making his dark deep brown eyes pop and a cute yet beautiful way. white sweatshirt over a black over fit shirt with blue skinny jeans and some small silver accessories. 
"You look amazing." I said still pretty much lovestruck for the boy and he chuckles sweetly even through his Rosy tinted face.
"Thanks, I went through everything in my closet."
"Same actually." I said looking at my lap as my cheeks feel a rise in temperature. 
"Well, you picked a good outfit even though You had a small panic. Also your house is cute, thanks for letting me pick you up." Baekhyun piled everything. I'm guessing he's still kind of nervous? 
"Thanks, and of course, thanks for the offer." I smiled sweetly and I could feel a bit of his wall of awkwardness crumble to my comment.
"I wanted it to be like a date so I did what most people do in movies and dramas. Pick the girl up, give her compliments, and lastly, try and have a nice time with her." I begin to slowly Google and laugh at how cutely in cliche the boy is.
"Well I'm already having fun." I giggle and lit up in the last bit of awkward wall finally fell down.
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"Let me lay down so you can read the poems to me." We've been sitting under a tree for an hour reading and sharing lines we liked with each other and Baekhyun stole my book to read some of the poems I've Loved for years, so I'm laying in his lap.
"Have you read all of these?" he asked showing me the book pages. Marks, highlights, some notes on it. I've had that book for years.
"Uh, yeah." He giggled and Pat's my head.
"I should get you to blush more." he pointed to my cheeks and in those seconds reality hit me and I felt the heat kissing my cheeks.
"Start reading!" I yelled and he shot me a face of fake hurt. I laughed and he smiles getting his eyes glued to the book.
I close my eyes enjoying the sounds and tingly feeling I have in the pit of my stomach.  the birds singing with excitement and joy allowing them to be completely oblivious of our unreasonably harsh world. The sound of Baekhyun's soft, calm breathing mixed with the sound of pages gently turning made me happy.  happy that his breathing in the pages turning meant he liked what he was looking over, but I also counted how many times he turn the pages. I remember each poem on each page.
Page 16- an early winter letter by Kim Yongtak
Page 20- love: making a long distance phone call by Moon Insoo
Page 37- Chanhyang's last words parts 1 2 and 3 by Seo Jungju
Page 43- Natasha, the white donkey, and me by Bark seok
Those were my four favorites. each poem has its own unique story, writing, feeling, and authors. I loved this book. It has collections of great poems from newer authors and authors with such literature talent that they shouldn't be forgotten.  Baekhyun then took a stop in the book.
"Page 55, the white martial law by Choi Seungho, next page is 57, the cow by Kim Giteak." I spoke softly and almost stopped breathing as I hear the page turn and soon I felt his eyes land on me.
"You're amazing, you know that?" His voice put out in astonishment.
"Thanks, but go to page 82 and read that to me." His hand softly flip to the page that I requested and he chuckled lightly.  My eyes stay closed as they listen to his angelic voice kinda question me and a cute way.
"Physics of love by-"
"By Kim Inyook, first published in 1963."  I spoke and he tapped my forehead making me jump up and look at him with offended eyes.
"Let me read it, you asked away." He spoke softly with a playful smile.
"Let me read it with you then, we can both read it." I said and he softly nodded.
"Ok."  I layed back down in his lap and closed my eyes once again.  When someone reads to me I close my eye and all my attention goes to their voice.  When I was little the teacher always thought I was asleep, but I would quite that whole page when they asked.  So books were always my 'talent'. 
"Mass is not proportional to volume."  His voice soft, slow, and calming.  Then I go out in my lines. 
"A girl as small as a violet, a girl who moves like a flower petal is pulling me towards her with more force than her mass."  Baekhyun then softly pets my hair as he continues on.
"Just then, I am like Newtons apple."  He stopped and I smile to myself.
"I rolled towards her without stopping, untill I fell on her." And just like that we continued to take turns with book lines.
"With a thump, with a thump thump."
"My heart keeps bouncing between the sky and the ground." I went to see the last line but his voice join mine.
"It was my first love..." I open my eyes and see him staring at me. His eyes filled with some kind of sparkle. 
"Hey Heesoo, could you sit up real quick?" I didn't hesitate to move without reason.  He just stared that odd sparkle still stuck in his eyes, so I try to question him. 
"Baekhyun, what's wrong?" He stayed silent for another minute so I chose to go again.
"Baek-" in an instant his nose was lightly sitting on m cheek and his lips were gently on mine and my only reaction was to close my eyes and kiss back.  He was gentle and it seemed like it tasted sweet.  After a few seconds that amazingly seemed like a minute he pulled away and smiled as a bit of pink crept up to his cheeks.
"Heesoo, sorry I-"
"It's fine, so u like me huh?" He nodded and looked at my book that he had resting in his hands. 
"Well, I like you too."  I smiled a bit as I feel flames on my cheeks so I look away so he can't see.
"Then be my girlfriend!" His voice filled with a nervous panic and excitement at the same time. 
"Kiss me then."  And that's my story.  My beautiful love story that all started in a book store. 
-Mayji

About William Wordsworth
William Wordsworth was a great english romantic poet who, with Samuel Taylor Coleridge, helped to launch the Romantic Age in English literature with their joint publication Lyrical Ballads (1798). Here are some of his other best poems along with The Prelude to be read and shared.
Browse all poems and texts published on William WordsworthWordsworth's famous poem is generally considered to be The Prelude, a semiautobiographical poem of his early years that he revised and expanded a number of times. It was posthumously titled and published, before which it was generally known as "the poem to Coleridge".
 
William Wordsworth Poems
" As faith thus sanctified the warrior's crest"
"Advance - Come Forth From Thy Tyrolean Ground"
"And Is It Among Rude Untutored Dales"
"Avaunt All Specious Pliancy Of Mind"
"Behold Vale! I Said, When I Shall Con"
"Brave Schill! By Death Delivered"
"Brook! Whose Society The Poet Seeks"
"By Moscow Self-Devoted To A Blaze"
"Call Not The Royal Swede Unfortunate"
"When I Have Borne In Memory"
"Yes! Thou Art Fair, Yet Be Not Moved"
"Young England--What Is Then Become Of Old"
'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love
A Character
A Complaint
A Fact, And An Imagination, Or, Canute And Alfred, On The Seashore
A Farewell
A Flower Garden At Coleorton Hall, Leicestershire.
A Gravestone Upon The Floor In The Cloisters Of Worcester Cathedral
A Jewish Family In A Small Valley Opposite St. Goar, Upon The Rhine
A Morning Exercise
A Narrow Girdle Of Rough Stones And Crags,
A Night Thought
A Night-Piece
A Parsonage In Oxfordshire
A Poet! He Hath Put His Heart To School
A Poet's Epitaph
A Prophecy. February 1807
A Sketch
A Slumber did my Spirit Seal

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Patriotism is an act of courage and valour towards your country. It means keeping the interests of the country before your own personal needs. It makes the nation stronger. We refer to our nation as the ‘motherland’ and love towards it is a must. We must respect our ‘motherland’ and work to make this country a better place for us to live in. There are 3 patriotic days that we celebrate in our ‘motherland’ India – January 26: when the constitution of India was made, August 15: when India was declared a free country and October 2: the birthday of Gandhi Ji.

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Patriotism helps in building a country with a better future so that people live in harmony with each other. It does not always mean fighting and being violent, it means showing passion and sacrifice towards the nation. Showcasing the love for the country only on occasions such as Republic Day, Independence Day and Gandhi Jayanti is not true patriotism. True patriotism is respecting the country & taking pride while showing love and respect to the country. It also leads to the elimination of selfishness and corruption which will help the country grow and develop faster. The nation does not belong to one person, rather it belongs to all of us so all of us must come together to make our nation the best. Our soldiers stand at the border(s) each and every day to keep this country or us safe.

Sixth ranked mystical flame!
Eight Waste Destruction Flame!
When Xu Que saw this, he nearly fell back from the chair he was resting on.
He had struck it rich! This mystical flame was ranked sixth in terms of strengths. It could only be purchased from the system store for 10,000 act tough points!
Apart from being extremely powerful, it has a special ability as well!
[Eight Waste Destruction Flame]:Adapted from the series, Fight Breaks Spheres/Battle Through The Heavens, this is the most powerful flame belonging to the Yan Clan. After successive generations of forging this mystical flame, it has reached a fiery spiritual stage where it can no longer be altered. It can however transform into a huge pair of flaming wings, increasing flight speed!
Based on the introduction of this mystical flames, it was very obvious that its main strength resided in the fact that it was able to conjure a huge pair of flaming wings!
It can be said that when Xu Que uses these wings, along with his current movement speed, his flight speed would be unrivalled!
"Hahaha! Looks like my fortunes turned good! Indeed, this mystery bag didn’t disappoint!" Xu Que was so elated that one might mistake him for a crazed man. Using his thoughts, he inducted the Eight Waste Destruction Flame into his body.
Boom!
Xu Que instantly felt intense heat radiate across his body. When he looked down, he saw a black mystical fire appear within his dantian region!
The new mystical flame joined the Bone Chilling Flame and the Molten Green Lotus as the three mystical flames swirled within his dantian. Each of these flames occupied a particular region and would never interfere with each other.
Considering the safety aspects of deploying his wings within the house, Xu Que decided not to do it here since he was in no rush to test it out. He then scanned the items within his inventory and noticed another new item!
It was one of the items he had received from the mystery bag, "300 Tang Poems"!
[300 Tang Poems] : Item cannot be sold. This book contains the vast collection of poems composed during the Tang dynasty. The Tang dynasty was well known for their poetic abilities even up till today, having achieved the pinnacle of poem recital during that time. This volume includes the works from Li Bai, Du Fu, Wang Wei, Li Shan Yin and other great composers!"
"Fuck!"
After reading the introduction, Xu Que’s lips curled upwards.
So this was truly just an ordinary book of poems.
Since they were just an ordinary collection of poems, why did you include it within the mystery gift bag?
Tell me, can this volume of poems combine together with any mystical flames?
Look, other people received useful gifts "300 Children Songs"from Journey to the West. The title of both books are even similar. But that book can be taken apart and put together to form the great sanskrit scriptures!"

"Forget it. At least I gained by acquiring the expensive Eight Waste Destruction Flames. That would give me another way to act tough!"
At last, Xu Que ejected himself from the system store and consoled himself after seeing the book he received. At this point, he no longer had to mood to open more gift bags!
After receiving the Eight Waste Destruction Flames, he was extremely glad. But seeing the volume on Tang Poems dampened his mood significantly. Once again, he felt like luck wasn’t on his side today and he felt like he had finished using up his luck of the day. Hence, he decided to stop wasting time and open the remaining bags another time.
"Whoosh!"
Xu Que then stood up from the chair and started packing his items. When he was done, he stood right before the empty room;and stroked his chin as if he was deep in thought.
"If I leave without saying a word, that might not be too good. But if I tell them that I’m leaving, they won’t let me leave. Besides, they will even call me Dirty Demon King again. Hm… forget it. I shall leave some words!" He whispered to himself as if he had finally arrived at a decision. But what should he write?
As it will be his final words of farewell and as the current supreme leader of the Heavenly Explosion Faction, he had to leave words with dignity as well as character.
After pondering over what to write for almost half a day, Xu Que had a flash of inspiration.
With a turn of his hand, he retrieved an entire bunch of Star Miscanthus. Using the pointed tail end of the plant, he lit it up creating sparkles all around the room. He then started writing large words across the white washed walls.
Before long, he had finished writing several lines of words. Upon examination of these words, Xu Que nodded his head in satisfaction. At the same time, he hesitated for a second before retrieving a piece of paper and wrote more words onto the paper.
At last, when he was finished, he retrieved a spell token from his system inventory and placed it atop the letter.
This spell token was the Divinatory Thousand Swords Spell!
With the nine God Powered Cannons, along with this Divinatory Thousand Swords Spell, this tribe would be able to defend itself even if the entire horde of demonic beasts returned.
This was his last responsibility as the Shaman Demon King.
Afterall, he’s like the wind. He wanted the entire world… No! He wanted the entire universe to watch him act tough. How could he be tied down to such a small tribe for all his life?
He had to leave regardless of his attachment.
Besides, leaving a mark that indicated he had been here was extremely befitting of a man like him!
On the cover letter which he had written were the words, "Su Ling’er my dear!"
"Chiya!"
Seeing that the sky had just begun to turn bright, Xu Que pushed open the door to his room.
It was early in the morning and a gentle breeze blew across, chilling him as he left.
The entire Sky Demon Tribe stronghold was extremely quiet. Everyone was still sleeping after having a long night of drinking. Some people were within their own houses cultivating. Hence, nobody was on the streets!
"Whew! Goodby then, Sky Demon Tribe!" Xu Que exhaled before walking over to the cave which was filled with protective enchantments. After taking several turns expertly, he walked out and arrived at a forest.
Looking up at the clear skies, Xu Que’s lips curled into a smile. The Eight Waste Destruction Flames flickered within his dantian before transforming into boundless energy and filled his meridians.
"Boom!"
At the next instant, a pair of black-colored flames formed behind his back. Each of column of flame was taller than him and was extremely hot. The columns then transformed into a large pair of flaming wings!
These flaming wings were strangely black and looked like they were smoke. The heat radiating out from the black flames were so strong that the air around the flames were swirling around and were filled with immense power!
Xu Que thought something within his head before one of his flaming wings fanned a huge gust of wind.
Controlling these wings felt extremely natural to him as if he had been born with them and had lived with wings all his life.
With a loud "boom", Xu Que’s wings started to move before he shot up into the sky like a cannonball.
As he soared in the skies, his shadow on the ground became nothing more than a small black dot as he disappeared into the skies.
Xu Que was only discovered to have left on the second day in the morning.
Su Xiao Qi knocked on his door and realized that there wasn’t any replies. She then kicked the door open.
When she walked into the room, she saw that the walls were lined with several squiggly and ugly looking words. After she had read those words, she remained rooted to the ground, unsure of what to do.
At the next moment, her eyes turned wet as she shouted out loudly, "Darned monkey! This cursed monkey!" She then hurriedly rushed out of the house to report the matter to Su Ling’er.
 
When Su Ling’er and the rest of the elders had heard the news, they hurriedly rushed into Xu Que’s room and were stumped as well.
"The Demon King, his majesty… Has left?"
"Why?"
"Did he go off to handle something urgent?"
"Why didn’t he say goodbye?"
Everyone’s faces turned grim. What was happening?
When the entire race was in danger and were caught between life and death, the Shaman Demon King remained by our sides. He single handedly defeated the evil Beast King and thwarted his plans to kill us without ever thinking of backing down.
Now that we are victorious, why did he left?


I am the best when it comes to taking divergent paths. With just a flip of my hand, I shall take the path less commonly travelled. I search far and wide, only to find myself unbeatable and unrivaled. So now I ask, who else can match my awesomeness? 

Acting tough is second nature to me and I am a lone wolf.
 
The road is long and winding but I shan’t feel lonely as long as I am able to act tough!


Life and death bore me and I do whatever I deem fit.

“Young man, way back when I started acting tough, you were still learning how to put on your underpants!” Xu Que thus decided to take the path of acting tough. He decided to act tough every single god-damned day. If he wasn’t acting tough, he was scheming for the best way to act tough!  

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As one of the Heroes of the Azuma Empire, Mihara Hideaki had worked very hard to gain his position. Although he was blessed by an Epic Skill, outstanding Skills, and talent, he needed to work hard to polish such abilities.
However, a Hero is not only a Hero because they are recognized as one by the System, but they need to also be considered a Hero to their Empire or Kingdom. A figure who people admire and look up to.
Mihara, before awakening his Heroic Epic, was a musician and an avid writer. He wasn't a warrior, neither served his nation with his strength. He was someone who loved literature and arts and used his knowledge of it to bring happiness and entertainment to people.
At the young age of 26, Mihara Hideaki became a renowned Poet and Musician, his love poems got through all of the ladies of the Azuma Empire, and his beautiful and soothing songs became popular nation-wide. No one in the Azuma Empire wouldn't know about his songs.
With his songs and poems, he managed to inspire people, to increase their morale, and that to see life's brighter side. Even the Empress of the Azuma Empire, Sugita Masami, recognized the man's talent and efforts, and after realizing that it was thanks to his arts that her population was always positive and not so pessimistic, she gave him the title of Noble.
At the age of 29, as Mihara wrote a new poem, strange powers surged from his words, which enhanced the abilities of his beloved family. Not only each of his words, poems, and songs were inspiring, but they also increased the people's statistics, increasing their physical strength, magic capabilities, and even speed and endurance.
Not long after, Mihara Hideaki awakened as the [Hero of Brilliant Poems] and gained the ability to recite and sing beautiful incantations that could turn the tables in the most terrible of wars. His poems and songs increased the power of thousands of soldiers, and with his help, any skirmish or war that the Azuma Empire went through would result in either a victory or a tie.
Because of his age, he was one of the oldest Heroes in the Azuma Empire and became the teacher for the new ones. His status as a renowned Poet and Singer remained, and coupled with the admiration of the entire population, he held an incredible influence in everyone.
Thankfully for the worrisome Empress, Mihara Hideaki is a pure-hearted man, raised by a loving mother and a hard-working father. She knew that he would never use his influence to turn against the Empire or anything like that. This only increased the ties between him and the nobles, and he became someone who everyone relied on.
After the [Heroine of Sakura Storms], Sakura Miwa, and the [Heroine of Alchemy] Izumi Yuko, awakened their Heroic Epic Skills, he became their beloved mentor, alongside the [Hero of One Hundred Slices] Yoshinaga Hiroshi, an old veteran Warlord, the first Hero to have awakened since three hundred years inside the Azuma Empire, they taught the two young ladies fighting techniques, magic spells, and to develop their unique abilities and arts.
And now, Mihara, as one with the power to turn the tables in any battle, was constantly being called for small skirmishes against the Thanatos Kingdom, which happened more frequently.
Although he would never refuse the call for help from his beloved people, he grew worried. These small skirmishes, which only seemed to get worse each week, had never stopped for the last five years.
The Thanatos Kingdom was being too aggressive, overly aggressive.
"A Nation with so many citizens shouldn't be this bloodthirsty," He thought.
Indeed, the Thanatos Kingdom population was immense, being of over five hundred thousand citizens. An amazing number of people in such a harsh world like Genesis. Unlike in Earth, Genesis is a world filled with dangers and powerful monsters everywhere, people gathering in such big quantities was unlikely, unless the nation itself held amazing and powerful individuals to take care of it.
Mihara rationality couldn't comprehend why such a big nation desired to conquer another big nation, instead of risking a big war where resources would be lost endlessly, it would be better to form alliances and negotiate, making both nations held each other in harsh times.
Mihara was a pacifist, and he didn't believe in that war was the only solution to conflicts or lack of resources in a Kingdom.
"There must be other ways… But, how can we convince a Kingdom filled with Demons, whose entire teaching since childhood is to desire strength and raise in power? Their entire beliefs are behind war, bloodshot, and destruction… They only believe that beating the weak is the only way to appease their population hunger" Thought Mihara.
One day, as Mihara was pondering such thoughts, Izumi Yuko, the [Heroine of Alchemy] and Sakura Miwa, the [Heroine of Sakura Storms] were enjoying tea time with him. Mihara was already on his thirties, but he was still single despite his handsomeness, charm, and status.
It wasn't weird for two young ladies to be in love with such a man, even if they were Heroes. Izumi and Sakura were taught by him and Yoshinaga. But of course, Yoshinaga was an old man on his fifties, and already had a family and even grandchildren, the young girls would never see him romantically, only leading their attention to the young and handsome Mihara.
Of course, they were not interested in his status and abilities, they were interested in his character as a person, his life, his hardships, and what made him such an admirable person. They were truly in love with him…
Mihara did know this but was oblivious, he did not desire to fall in love. He was a man that enjoyed being by himself, he said once that his loneliness was what inspired him so much to create such poems and songs.
However, Mihara saw the two young Heroines as his little sisters and loved them very much, in a familiar way. He cared for their safety, and how well they felt. He had grown accustomed to their company. And also slowly learned how they behaved, seeing the growth since they were little girls, it was really as if he were his big brother.
As the two girls tried to cheer him up due to his worried expression, Mihara laughed and then sipped some tea, while eating some small, roasted seeds.
Mihara dedicated himself to enjoy the day and move such negative thoughts for another time. But because of this, he realized something that his future self would have wanted to never know.
Izumi Yuko, the [Heroine of Alchemy], seemed odd…
She was always a cheerful girl that was in love for alchemy and constantly talked about such things, about mixing ingredients, monster materials, creating new potions and bombs, etc.
And in fact, she was just talking about such things right in that very moment. But… something seemed off.
It wasn't her appearance, her attitude, her tone of voice… even Mihara couldn't tell what was that seemed off from Izumi, he had known her for so long, it was almost an instinct as if he were her father, there was something, a little thing in her, that made her slightly different than before. And it wasn't some change of emotions, depression or her mind becoming more mature, it wasn't anything of that, as such things would be natural for a human being to go through.
It was something different, an eerie feeling. Sakura or Yoshinaga never felt such thing and was unaware of Izumi's strange change. However, perhaps due to his abilities, Mihara was able to clearly see something strange in Izumi as a whole.
Of course, he couldn't just tell her straight away what was wrong with her. It would come as odd, and he would end up being cataloged as the weird one. He needed a place where he could be together with Izumi.
He was fearful, something, a strange feeling, dangling in his mind, never stopped. It was constantly telling him that something was off, something eerie and strange was happening to Izumi.
This "feeling" was one of Mihara's special Skills, [People's Journal]. The moment he's able to know a person and register them in his journal, he will be able to tell any changes in them, from their personality to their health. It was an incredibly useful Skill to assess causalities in wars, and even know strange diseases and health problems that healers or medics couldn't normally tell. He could even know how to write even better poems, going by the preferences of the population as a whole.
On Mihara's [People's Journal], where Izumi's profile was, there was something constantly telling him that Izumi had something in her that wasn't there the last time he met her.
Mihara was patient and enjoyed the tea time with the two young girls. In the end, when Sakura was called for some even on her family, which was composed of shrine maidens, Mihara was luckily left alone with Izumi.
"This is my chance," he thought.
Mihara acted friendly and decided to spend the rest of the day with Izumi. He even showed her his new poems and songs and even changed some things according to her recommendations.
As Izumi approached Mihara, he grew warier. For a moment, he lost his cool and his face was stiffened.
Izumi glared at Mihara, asking if everything was okay.
"Mihara san, are you feeling okay? Since this morning that you've been quite strange…" She said, with a worried expression on her beautiful face.
Mihara laughed as he relaxed his shoulders.
"Haha, its nothing. I suppose I'm just getting old…" he said, pretending to be fine.
And just as he was about to resume his poem, from Izumi's neck, a strange, red-colored liquid, appeared. And stealthily moved using strange abilities, slowly crawling towards Mihara's neck.
However, Mihara's senses kicked in, alerting him of something strange.
He jumped to the other side and found the strange slime coming from Izumi's neck as he saw Izumi's expression, clicking her tongue with a frustrated face.
"Tch…" She said.
Wait, tch?
Izumi was a girl known for her adorableness, she would never, said such a thing or do such expressions. There was clearly something off with her as if the strange red slime coming from her wasn't enough of a proof.
"Izumi…? What is… A monster?"
Mihara didn't wait for Izumi to answer him, he quickly chanted a poem about an immovable mountain as a strange shield made out of light and letters appeared around him, protecting him from the incoming attack.
Izumi's red slime pounced with immense force against the letters shield for several times, and after realizing that it couldn't break it with pure strength, it released countless of powerful Fire Spells, setting the whole house in flames.
"S-Shit! Izumi!"
Mihara was blinded by the fire and couldn't see Izumi, he had to escape. By using his superhuman strength developed through the harsh training that Yoshinaga put him through in the past, he escaped.
By using his Skill [People's Journal] and [Mental Mapping], Mihara was able to detect Izumi, who had run from the blazing house somewhere else. Thankfully, Mihara lived alone, so his house being in flames was not a problem to him, he owned riches everywhere, and could easily buy another one if he desired, calling some guards with Water Magic to set the flames off, he ran with all of his might, tailing Izumi.
With his [Superhuman Strength] and the Poem [Tales of a Wind Bird], he was able to increase his speed exponentially and caught up to the fleeing girl. However, what he saw there wasn't normal, the people around Izumi was suddenly attacked by the strange Slime and started to attack Mihara indiscriminately. 
"Brainwashing?! Is this what it used to take over Izumi?! Who is this damned monster?!" he thought, furious.
Mihara couldn't damage innocent civilians, and with his speed and strength, managed to evade their slow attacks, without losing Izumi from his sight.
By activating the Poem [Tales of a Fish that Became a Dragon], he gained the ability to fly like a dragon, leaving a trail of bluish wind behind him, with his flight, he caught up once again to Izumi and confronted her.
"Izumi! No… who are you?!" he said, landing in front of her while releasing countless skills, which appeared in the form of letters made of light.
The letters enclosed both of them in a confined space, and Izumi, without an option, decided to talk.
"It's me, Izumi, Mihara sama… Please, stop being so scary…"
"Don't play with me! You are not Izumi… That thing that was taking control of her body…! Who are you? What are your intentions? Leave Izumi alone!" He said, bewildered by Izumi's words.
"I-I don't know what you are talking about, Mihara sama… You're scaring me…"
"Izumi… No! Show yourself… Or I will have to attack your host!" Said Mihara, with a determined expression. If this being, whatever he was, could endanger the safety of the Empire as a whole, he wouldn't doubt for a second on attacking his beloved apprentice.
Izumi laughed, with a strange, mischievous smile.
"Fufufu… To think that you would go so far… Mihara sama~" She said, as the red slime appeared once again outside of Izumi's body, as a thick tentacle, it didn't have a face or anything, and used Izumi's face to speak.
"You're finally showing your true colors…" armed with his [Legendary] rank relic, the [Scroll of One Thousand Stories], Mihara was in a wary stance, with flashing letters rotating around him.
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Please make sure to check out my other novels, I am sure that you will like them! 
Demon Queen Rebirth: I Reincarnated as a Living Armor?! 
My World Traveling System: The Harbinger of Death
Vampire Overlord System in the Apocalypse
Epic of Ice Dragon: Reborn as an Ice Dragon with a System
Epic of Summoner: Supreme Summoner System in the Apocalypse

A young adult man dies from a fever and is reincarnated in a world of swords and magic dominated by a strange and mysterious Game-like System as the weakest being, a Caterpillar! 

Gaining abilities from the monsters that it eats, Kireina uses her sharp adaptability and wits to overcome the odds against her in a world where everyone wants to eat her alive!

As Kireina evolves and gathers a group of followers and subordinates, discover how our protagonist builds a monster Kingdom from zero, in a world dominated by Humans, terrifying Monsters, and arrogant Gods who only wish her death!

In front of her enemies, there will be only two options!
Will you obey me or will you be eaten?

You can check the Illustrations of the Novel's characters in the first Auxiliary Chapter!

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*Updates: 1/day, 2 chapters/day in the last four days of the week
*Chapter Lenght as of latest chapters; 2.2k words or more. Cannot bring me to write less. 

-Spoilers Below!-

This story has a monster's main character quickly growing stronger through trials and battles, learning skills, and evolving both mentally and physically. 

There is also a large cast of characters with their own personalities and interesting backgrounds, chapters filled with battles and a lot of teamwork, an ever-growing Kingdom of monsters and demi-humans, and wars against humans and other monsters kingdoms. 

The Main Character quickly gathers strong allies and a warm family, alongside adorable children which she loves more than anything. It becomes a story about a ruthless family of powerful monsters that seem terrifying for her enemies but are indeed incredibly adorable and heartwarming to each other and their Kingdom, which they treasure greatly. 

There are chapters filled with war and intense battles, alongside parts where the main character settles down and has a few days of a carefree slice of life with her family while exploring the mysteries of this ever-growing world filled with gods and powerful beings roaming everywhere. A World filled with countless Realms inhabited by different Gods and their unique flora and fauna, waiting to be explored and conquered. 
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Known as the Realm Menace, Kireina's power grows stronger and stronger by each day, how will the Realm of Vida deal with such a menace?

Her Chronicles are just starting, but, surely, her appearance and her actions will leave a mark of destruction on this Realm that shall never be forgotten.
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This story is about a normal person that slowly turns into a devil, a selfish demon, bringing change and destruction to the entire Realm where she was born. 

The MC is not at all a "good villain", neither someone who do "bad things" blindly, but someone that is completely self-aware of its actions and the damage that it causes. Doing them for the benefit of herself and her family. 
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Taking Advantage of wars between Kingdoms, and crushing the weakened winning side, taking all the benefits for herself, brainwashing heroes to become her servants or heartwarming times with her family, things like these will be very common.

Kireina grows to become very versatile, she can be incredibly ruthless to her enemies and future enemies, and a doting and loving parent to her family. 
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Original Covers Illustrations made by the amazing Lumi and Sadi_Eve! 

Also special thanks to TrueDawn for helping me out with the edition of the cover! He's an amazing writer check his book; "I Reincarnated as a Stick", it was a big inspiration for me!

There was once a young girl who was about 8 years old. Her parents ran a book store in a small town, so it was her duty to help around the bookstore. Every morning she would wake up at dawn and eat the breakfast that her mother had made and would happily accompany her parents to the bookstore. 
She spent her days dusting the bookshelves and rearranging the books to best display their charms. The girl would love getting her hands on books as she always felt that each book would open up a whole new world to her. She wouldn't need to leave this store to experience an adventure as she simply would just need to open a book. 
The only downside to her theory of adventures was that she was only 8 years old. Her comprehension of words and stories was top notch, but her reading ability was not that up to par. She could only read simple words and sentences on her own. The more complicated books that she was able to enjoy were always read to her by either her mother or father. 
One day, the girl's father had asked her to go out and run a small errand for him. She obediently left the store with the package that her father had asked her to deliver. She recalled the directions that her father had given her just a few moments ago. 
Go down this street, take a left at this street, take a right at that street, and so on. She continued onwards through the town making sure to go the right way. As she neared the end of the directions she had recalled, she began to hear gossip among the streets of the town. 
She slowed her footsteps and zeroed in on the conversation. Her mother loved to listen to gossip, so she thought that if she was able to share a bit of gossip, she would be able to get her mother to read even more of the books she loved.
"Did you hear about the young man who just moved into that previous empty house? I heard his fiancé left him when she found out about his illness," one woman said to the other.
The young girl had slightly frowned upon hearing this. How could a woman leave her fiancé after hearing of an illness if she truly loved him? 
 "I know who you're talking about," the other woman replied. "I heard she was really pretty and that they were both childhood friends. I also heard she left him to marry that nouveau riche baron."
In the back of the girl's head she understood why the woman had done it. In these times, living without the help of a man was truly difficult. Living as a widowed woman was even more difficult. Women were already not respected, but the society looked down upon widowed women thinking that they always played the pity card.
The girl continued forward to move out of the range of the gossip. Shaking off the melancholic feelings of hearing those women talk, she reached her destination. She stood in front of a simple house which had once been previously uninhabited. She knew what house this was. It was the house she had heard about in the gossip.
Taking a few steps to the door, she knocked loudly. She could hear the shuffling of feet and a loud sound as if something had fallen on the other side of the door. Before she could wonder what had fallen on the other side, the door had opened and she was face to face with a young man who looked about 17. Of course they weren't actually face to face as she was still much shorter due to her age.
"Hello, I am here to deliver books!" the young girl recited.
The young man nodded, "Sorry, could I trouble you to bring the books inside? I can't see and I'm still getting used to this house."
The girl's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't see? She quickly added and "Okay," to try to hide her shock. She stepped inside the house to place the books she was carrying. Her eyes glistened with envy when she took in the sight. Along the walls of the house were multiple shelves which contained numerous books. Her eyes spotted many books in which she had not heard before and her hands itched to be able to grab hold of them and read them.
She looked for a place to put the package of books she was carrying when she suddenly realized something. Why did this man have so many books when he couldn't see? She saw the man suddenly stiffen in place. Before she could process what had happened, she realized that she had spoken her thoughts aloud!
He gave a bitter smile towards the girl, "It was all before I lost my sight."
"But these are new books that you just ordered!" she replied before quickly shutter her mouth to realize she once again spoke her thoughts.
A light laugh emerged from the silent space, "Force of habit. Seems I can't completely let go of all things precious to me."
She could hear a bit of sadness in his words no matter how hard he tried to make it seem light hearted. She could hear him whisper under his breath, "It's too bad I can't have one last read of my favorite book."
All things related to books always brought upon her interest, so she couldn't help be particularly interested in this book which could be the favorite of this man. She slowly thought for a moment before saying, "If… If the book isn't too difficult… and if you don't mind… I can read it to you."
He seemed to pause for a moment before giving a tender smile, "I would appreciate that."
And so the arrangement between the girl and the man became finalized. Every day, she would go to his house and read a couple of pages of the favored book, which she had figured out was a book of poems. She had told her parents that she wanted to do less in the book shop as she had something important to do. Her parents didn't mind as their daughter had always did more than needed in the shop.
On her first day that she started her reading duties, she had trouble reading off a few words in the first poem. She always thought poems were simple phrases! She never realized how difficult they could actually be. Whenever she found herself come across a word she didn't know, she would pause a bit while staring intently at the page. The man would then say the word in which she struggled on as if he was able to read it himself. He had simply just said that he vaguely remembered the poems and was able to figure out the word from the context of the poem.
On the next day, the reading process once again repeated itself. She would sit across from him while trying her best to recite the poems and he would sit and look straight ahead as if pondering the poems she read aloud to him.

Scroll was once mentioned to have gained her ability because she always sought knowledge by reading. But what if there was also something else that could have influenced her abilities?
This is a short fan fiction of a short piece of Scroll's past when she was young and had met a man who had also loved books.

Maybe it was the cheerful atmosphere in the air, or maybe it was all the chaos drink that she had consumed throughout the night, but something inside of Scroll made her want to speak up and tell a story. 
“I’ll go next,’ Scroll spoke up after the previous story. Everyone looked at Scroll expectantly. Out of everyone here, Scroll should have the most memory to remember all her encounters and all the things she has read. Surely her story would be everything but boring.
And slowly, Scroll began to recite her story.

In participation of the RTW fan fiction contest. I was one of those kids that received participation awards because I didn't excel in anything.

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