The holy meme Bible created by the Almighty Shrek himself.
Basically, I'm translating the bible to meme language.
Enjoy!

This is an interlude that will lead into the final chapter of Tragedy Awaits. The chapter will summarize a person's vision of the end of the world through sleep paralysis. The chapter itself will also foreshadow events that will take place in 2049 which forays into the apocalyptic fiction genre, combining a fictional alternate universe with the end of the world themes.
Dr. Bridges
So, what's your name?
Nightingale
My real name is Noah Pittsburgh, but I preferred to be called Nightingale because I love studying nightingales with my daughter Valerie. I'm also a priest at The Times Square Church to study the Bible and protect the establishment by using the Holy Grail to seal a magical barrier.
Dr. Bridges
Who taught you to study the Bible?
Nightingale
My father Warren Pittsburgh.
Dr. Bridges
So, what's your purpose in talking to me?
Nightingale
My purpose of being here is to share with you a time where I experienced a sleep paralysis episode that revolved around the End of Days.

"Even when tough times occur, the love that we share will never fade away."

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Set in the year 2040 in Raleigh, the story is told in a non-linear interview style (though it will feature a song and a speech), focusing on various people who had experienced many tragedies throughout their lifetime. With stories that are enticed with deception, personal struggles, occultism, and a deep sense of fear, each citizen has gathered around in a restaurant called Harvest 18 to tell stories about their past and how it affected them in different ways. 

Dr. Bridges, a psychiatrist from Michigan, sets up counseling at Harvest 18 for patients that dealt with tragedies that affected them. Warm, helpful, and inviting, he offers great advice to patients on how to be resilient in difficult times. The series will be served as a prequel to the apocalyptic series 2049 which takes place nine years where a final battle for the end of the world will be staged. 

Tragedy Awaits is a psychological tragedy that is told in an interview style. Tackling dark social issues, its story revolves around the theme of resilience, which encompasses many different scenarios that each person had been through (i.e. family loss, paranoia, stress).

Sequel: 2049
Crossover: Codename Ultimate
Shared Universe: Lonely (alternate story), Corona Force (alternate story)

Content Rating: 16+ (violence, mature themes)

Hey guys,
This is my first time writing on a sensitive topic like angels and demons. I think it's a sensitive topic because it's related to the religious belief of many people. I have taken me all characters for the Bible. But it's a fiction story. So please don't judge them or relate too much with their real story. Although I will try to depict it the same as much as possible.
The reason for writing this note is a male lead hero. I had chosen Asbeel, the fallen angel as my male lead. So, to know more about his background story I did a simple background search on him trust me spent more than 10 hours on it. But the more I researched, the more it broke my heart.
I came to know that Asbeel, in reality, is a female named, Anzhela. She changed her vendor through magic due to a traumatic event. I was bewildered so I changed the male lead to Azazel. But I am not satisfied with his character, I know you would say that it's my novel I can depict him the way I want. But that would finish the main element of the story.
I have changed the name from Asbeel to Azazel in the first eight chapters. But his background is just not up to the hero needed. 
So I am sorry but I am changing it back to Asbeel. Please take him as male all the time or the story when he was a male. 
Asbeel, the one who has abandoned himself from God, and His grace. 
He is a grey character who is not evil but detests God. well, something in the middle. I am inspired a lot by his story. So, I am trying to depict it in my words.so, I am changing his name back to Asbeel from Azazel. Hope you would like it. But please do remember that this novel is complete fiction.
Thank you.

This book is silver tier winner of webnovel contest WFP #21
Under "angels and demons series".

A demon met an angel in a club accidentally and saved her life. From then the angel sticks with him no matter what. She put every effort to make him fall for her. But did they fell in love coincidentally or is it the fate repeating itself again. Come and join the journey of Asbeel, the first fallen angel and now demon the prince of hell and his half-angel. And see how they fight with heaven to live their forbidden love.

Excerpt-
"Abigail"  A gut wrenching cry shook heaven and earth. 
An angel was flying towards heaven.
His blood shot eyes have so much grief that even angel bowed his head. But the creator was standing there unperturbed.
"Why Father, why did you kill Abigail." He asked with so much remorse that blood started seeping out of his eyes. 
"You were a watcher, yet you led astray the whole Grigori of watchers by falling for the daughters of men. "
God asked back, the voice was calm and collected but the swirling storm behind him is a clear indication of his anger towards his own creation.
"But I love her father." He begged, pleaded for the life of his lover whose eyes has turned hollow. Those eyes who had kept him spellbound. More blood fell from his eyes.
"An angel can't love a human, it's forbidden and you know that." His father rebuked. He was annoyed at the folly of his child.
"But we all are your child father, if you want to punish, then punish me. Let her live." If one has to go, then let him be the one. He hugged the soulless body as if he wants to be one with her.
His father smirked, "you, my child, has got the worse retribution for your sin"
He looked at his father, uncertain what other things he had planned.
"She died an easy death, but you, you will live alone an immortal life feeling the pain to be the reason for your beloved dead." The creator explained his innocent child.
"Just because she is a human," he asked the obvious can't believe that God can be so cruel to his own creations.
"Then let him be the angel." He declared.
Growing his nails, he stabbed himself without an ounce of hesitation. His hand encompasses bright light energy and inflict it in his lover's body.
The soulless body took a deep breath and her cheeks turned rosy again, the lifeless eyes fluttered and he smiled. 
He caressed her cheeks and took her fallen strand of hair in his hand, putting it back behind her ears.
He looked at the stunned face of his father and smiled. Just then he fell from heaven, losing all the energy his body had, and died.
  But the good was beyond control. His creation has disgraced his gift. But he can't take the power the fallen angel has gifted to his beloved.
"Throw her back to earth before she wakes up. She would never be accepted as angel here." With that he vanished in the air.
After 100 centuries.

The English novel begins behind bars, in extremis. Its first author, John Bunyan, was a Puritan dissenter whose writing starts with sermons and ends with fiction. His famous allegory, the story of Christian, opens with a sentence of luminous simplicity that has the haunting compulsion of the hook in a great melody. "As I walk'd through the wilderness of this world, I lighted on a certain place, where was a Denn; And I laid me down in that place to sleep: And as I slept I dreamed a Dream."
A "Denn" is a prison, and Bunyan wrote most of the book in Bedford county gaol, having been arrested for his beliefs during the "Great Persecution" of 1660-1690. He shares the experience of prison with Cervantes, who had the idea for Don Quixote while incarcerated in La Mancha. Like so many novels that follow in this list, The Pilgrim's Progress blends fact and fiction. As well as being the record of Bunyan's dream, a well-known fictional device, it is also an archetypal tale – a quest, fraught with danger. Christian's pilgrimage takes him through the Slough of Despond, Vanity Fair and the Delectable Mountains in a succession of adventures that keep the reader turning the page. With his good companions, Faithful and Hopeful, he vanquishes many enemies before arriving at the Celestial City with the line that still reverberates through the English literary tradition: "So he passed over, and all the trumpets sounded for him on the other side."

In Hollywood terms, the novel has a perfect "arc". It also contains a cast of unforgettable characters, from Mr Worldly Wiseman to Lord Hategood, Mr Stand-fast and Mr Valiant-for-Truth.
More profoundly, as an allegory of state repression, it has been described by the historian EP Thompson as one of the "foundation texts of the English working-class movement". Part of its uniquely English quality is a robust and engaging sense of humour that has cemented its appeal to generations of readers.

The Pilgrim's Progress is the ultimate English classic, a book that has been continuously in print, from its first publication to the present day, in an extraordinary number of editions. There's no book in English, apart from the Bible, to equal Bunyan's masterpiece for the range of its readership, or its influence on writers as diverse as William Thackeray, Charlotte Bronte, Mark Twain, CS Lewis, John Steinbeck and even Enid Blyton.

Huckleberry Finn speaks for many readers when, recalling his Mississippi education, he says: "There was some books too... One was 'Pilgrim's Progress', about a man that left his family it didn't say why. I read considerable in it now and then. The statements was interesting, but tough."

The story of a man in search of the truth is the plot of many kinds of fiction, fromPortnoy's Complaint to Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy. Like many of the writers in the list that follows, Bunyan had a wonderful ear for the rhythms of colloquial speech and his allegorical characters come to life in dialogue that never fails to advance the narrative. Story is one thing. The simple clarity and beauty of Bunyan's prose is something else. Braided together, style and content unite to make a timeless English classic.

"Aaron! What are you doing here?"

"I saw you going in the valley and wanted to see if you would make it out.  W...Wh...Why  are there so few of you? Someone speak pleasee."

 I looked at the staff and knew.

"There are no words to say but here; take this."

"My staff! W..What happened to my brother and to Hopper?"

We stood there with our heads hung low and didn't know what to say. Turns out we didn't have to say anything because Aaron already knew.

"No! Noo! Noooo! That's not good enough. We can't just leave them there to die. We have to go get them."

"Aaron stop! It's suicide. They're already gone."

"You don't know what you're saying. You lie with your tongue. All of you lie. I can save them. I can save them all."

"AARON stop. They'll eat you alive. We...we….We hav a plan to get them back.

Aaron turned and faced us with tears and a little bit of anger in his eyes.

"And what may I ask is this plan of yours?"

I took two steps forwards and locked eyes with him. 

"Your brother said the sword of the Spirit was the only way to free them. We have the sword but nothing has happened so what do you say on that? You did give your brother the Bible did you not?"

He was caught like a mouse in a trap. His eyes showed it. The frantic cry for help they did but there was no one to lend a hand.

"What Bible? I gave my brother no Bible but I do know how to use the sword. You need to put it in the stone then leave it there. I can take you to the stone but I need my staff. Give it!"

"I don't think so quick hands. First, answer me this one question. Were you there?"

He retracted his hand and stood silent. I asked again but still no reply.

"ANSWER ME!!" I said, raising my voice.

He shot back just as forcefully.

"Yes, I was there ok. My brother was too young for the Book. He wasn't ready. I could tell."

"That wasn't your call to make. You don't have jurisdiction to say whether someone is ready or not. It is for them to decide."

"W..W..Well he didn't know the language so...excuses!! I know you want to protect your little brother but he has to make decisions on his own and make consequences on his own as well. You can't keep babying him or even Hopper for that matter. I saw you tagging along on all of Hoppers adventures. Yes, they both fall but it's not your job to always be there to pick them back up.

Growin up, I always thought of you as a great and mighty messenger that was there for all and let nothing stand in his way. Now I know the truth and believe me this; if you're standing by the sword when your brother comes back then I pray nothing bad happens to you."

"Woo! Woo! Wooo! You got a size of packs yourselves Croak. I'm impressed."

"Hopper, you're not the only one with a big sack."

"I know there was a reason why I liked you."

"Thanks. Let's get back to the story shall we."

"Aaron! It is an honour to finally meet you in person," someone said, speaking up and pushing his way up to where Aaron and I were talking.

"I, like others, have heard many great stories about you but so few of us have ever seen you in person. There are even fewer now because we have lost so many but although you didn't give your brother the Bible is there still a way you can help us out? The Bible was lost when the dragon ate it and Swift in one bite."

Aarons face changed a little and his eyes bulged but not enough for people to notice and I knew I had to do something.

"Forget everything we just talked about and show these people the Aaron they all look up to," I said, nudging him on the side and whispering in his ear.

Aaron looked at me, took a deep breath, gathered his thoughts; and then spoke. 

"Swift was a close friend of mine and I'm sorry for his loss. Before he became friends with my brother he was a dear friend to me. We grew up a few lily pads away from each other and spent every moment together with every spare minute we could find. Then when my brother came along we shared him for a while until Swift started spending more and more time with my brother. I was fine with that because I was getting busy myself with other endeavors but then one day I met him again and we exchanged a few words. Sorry it came to this. I will be more than glad to help all of you."

I could see my team's minds racing. They were trying to discern between fact and fiction but your dad had told them too many great stories of Aaron that his words brought no warning and Swifts had no impact. Aaron was still a hero in their eyes and none of Swift's stories could be true. We believe what we want from our own perspectives and accept nothin else as truth because we were raised on one way of thought for so long.

"So how are we going to finish this map if we don't know the order in which to find the pieces? All the Bible showed us was a list."

"That's easy. We don't need to find them in any particular order. The only thing we have to be prepared for is; once we find all the pieces and one of us puts the pieces on then a path will magically appear and lead the knight to their final battle."

   "How do you know all of this to be true?"

"I don't persay. I mean I don't know. I read it in a book once."

"Wait Aaron sir. Don't you have a special Bible? Swift said you had one and your brother had the other."

"Uhmmm...Is that all Swift said?"

Everyone looked at him crossed and I put a reassuring hand on Aarons shoulder as I watched him calm back down.  

"Umm. Yes. Yes! I have a special Bible but it's back at home. I was just wondering what Swift said because he knows a little more about the Bible so He might've known where one was."

"Huh! How come you don't carry it with you?"

Aaron was about to say something but I sensed it wasn't going to be helpful so I spoke for him.

"What he meant to say was that he keeps the Bible at home where it is safe. If he took the Bible with him everywhere then it has an easier chance of getting stolen. Aaron has studied and memoirzed most of the Bible anyways so that He doesn't need the Bible."

  
 
"Are you sure your memory is suiting you well? I've always heard stories of how great he was but also never saw him?"

"Hopper, I know there are times where you need to speak the truth in situations no matter what but other times it's best for someone not to know. If you set your dreams and expectations too high then the truth will not only hurt but flatten you as well to the point you won't know what to believe to be real anymore. Also, since you were ummm..dead! That means you weren't alive to say otherwise whether my rendition holds truth or not. For all I know you won't believe any renditions of these three adventures to be true but only false since you weren't alive to back up my claims. It's all about trust and conviction."

"Croak, I believe you to be true. You're an amazing storyteller and I don't know what you do but I like it."

"Hops, the only thing I do is bring emotion into a situation. Something you know little about. I can teach you sometime if you want."

"No thanks. It's not that I don't have emotion. It's just hard to express it at times."

"Hops, I'll never understand you but what I do know is that if you spend all your time locked up safe in darkness then it will become increasingly harder to find the light and let others in. What event even made you lose your emotions? It had to have been big."

"Croak, you know something. You remind me just like him. It's like dad never left. But you're already getting the privilege of me opening up to this story so I wouldn't push it."

"Aww. Thank you. Just don't expect me to start calling you son. Remember, you're older than me anyways."

"Haa! I wouldn't count on it."

keep coming on an adventure with me as Hopper continues to retell stories about his father. Who is this mysterious Aaron and what does the armor pieces of God mean. Will there be a fight with them. I don't know and neither do they.

DISCLAIMER!

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events are purely coincidental.

Genre: Fantasy, Action, Adventure, Romance.

I don't own the Twelve Stones but I own the story! Na-inspired ako nang mabasa ko ang Labindalawang mamahaling bato sa bagong Jerusalem, nakasulat sa Revelation sa Bible kaya naisipan kong gawan ng story. Nag-aral rin ako ng ibang batong hiyas para rito. 


(PUBLISHED ON WATTPAD: @LabBerry)

Due to the tumultuous event happened in the 2nd District, a young thief with an extrasensory perception got lost in the Palace. A palace where the Monarchs, the phenomenal Prince, and the great echelons live. The place where elites are loved, and homeless people like her are not welcomed.

Status is important in the kingdom of Eufrata. Paupers can't even step into the palace. Bad luck or as it is, the Kingdom is looking for the precious stones. So in order to get out safely and save her fellow paupers, she needs to escape. But she only have two options; Sneak out and be killed by the sentries or join the team and look for the stones. She's stuck in a dangerous struggle and grievous mission. She needs to choose.

She lives no Queen nor a princess, she doesn't belong to any royalties. She isn't great as the echelons, she ain't elite either. She doesn't live a normal life, she is not just a normal girl. Because she belongs to the lowest group in kingdom. She is a pauper.

But she is extraordinary.

Her perception is supernatural, and she is more than that.

Will she be able to survive in a breathtaking atmosphere between elites and paupers? 
 
Is there a chance for a hopeless romantic between a pauper and an elite?

How is she going to survive if she finds out that her capabilities are more than of what she expected?

Will she survive when THE SEARCH begins?



Nov 9, 2015 

I remember a verse from the bible it was Psalm chapter 1 verse 1 “Blessed is the man that walketh not in the counsel of the ungodly, nor standeth in the way of sinners, nor sitteth in the seat of the scornful.” I wonder Notebook, is it really true? 

It seems like He’s saying that you will be blessed and be happy as long as you follow His teachings. With my plan coming true, I will need all the help I can get. I need to make sure that Gared’s parents don’t come home around the time I’m supposed to leave, and that Gared won’t be around as well. 

Notebook, what do you think about His stories? The bible really does seem so unreal for me. I feel like the promises in the book are amazing. It’s non-fiction though, so does that mean we all still have a chance to be happy? After reading the whole thing I’m starting to think that maybe I could also be happy. Is it a sin to think that way? 

I’m almost done with my plans, I just need to make sure that everything will go well. If I put all my faith in Him, will He protect me? Sometimes I think that it would be fine if I wasn’t protected, as long as no one else gets hurt. 

If I don’t continue with my plan, and just leave right now, because of my belief in Him, will I be safe? Will everything be alright if I just walk out without care? I wonder if everything could be that easy. 

Gared’s preparing for the competition right now, so I have a lot of time. I still haven’t left my room since the last time he visited. I’m too afraid of others noticing my bruises. I know that some of the maids already know that something happened, but not all of them do. I don’t want Gared to be in trouble if ever. 

Notebook do you think I’m doing the right thing by protecting Gared? I feel like He would say otherwise. With what I’ve read, it feels like he would protect me. I’m starting to think that I haven’t done much for Gared to be angry. Some of it might still be my fault though. What do you think, Notebook? Do I deserve every hit I took? I never did try to say no and just accepted everything. 

Every time it happened, there was a reason though. With Mr. and Mrs. Taylor, it happened whenever I didn’t do something properly, like a cold coffee, or low grades. With Gared, it seems to be the same. I shouldn’t have avoided him, or ruined his shirt. I feel like I did do something wrong each time. Maybe I should just avoid everyone for now. 

There’s gonna be a party here tomorrow. I won’t be able to avoid leaving my room then. The bruises on my face are almost gone, I think make-up can cover them, the rest are healing as well. I hope no one notices them. I don’t want to give Gared another reason to get angry.

Have you ever met a puppet that has bruises under her clothes? If not, wanna meet me? This is my diary, I wrote this in hopes of someone reading my story, I wonder, would you sympathize? Call me pathetic? Or maybe find out that I am not worth helping.


The Cocker Spaniel that Meng Li brought over was well trained, and didn't bark or wander around everywhere. It lay quietly on the floor, sniffed, blinked its big eyes, and stared at the kitchen of the small restaurant, where the aroma of cooked food was coming from. 
Zhang Zian took a few sips of his orange juice, then thought silently about the letters on the napkin.　　
Since they were talking about science fiction, he remembered a fiction story he'd read in the past. He asked, "Professor Meng, I'm wondering if you've read a short fantasy story, called the Book of Sand?"　　
"Book of Sand?"　　　　
This time, it was Meng Li's turn to feel shocked. He was bending over to comb out his Cocker Spaniel's fur. Cocker Spaniels had naturally curly long fur, which easily tangled and needed frequent combing. Otherwise, they would look sleazy. Besides from studying, his graduate students had another assignment to comb the dog's hair, which made them joke that they were working at a cotton mill.　
Meng Li thought for a while and was certain that this name was unfamiliar. He hadn't read it.　　
"Like I said, I rarely read science fiction. Most of the books I read are about math. You have to keep learning these days, otherwise you'll get outdated very easily." He smiled. "Is this Book of Sand an interesting read?"　　
"No, despite the fact that it's called Book of Sand, it's not an actual book, but a short fantasy story with only 2000 words. The author is the Argentinean writer, Jorge Luis Borges. This is his most recognized work," explained Zhang Zian. He'd read the story a long time ago, but he still remembered it because it was so mind-blowing.  
"Oh?" Meng Li was slightly interested. "In math, brevity is beauty. A story of 2000 words is somehow this author's most recognized work? It must be deep in thought and artistic. What is it about?"　　
Zhang Zian recalled this science fiction story and began retelling it.　　
In the beginning of Book of Sand, the hero was an ordinary man living in an ordinary house. One day, a stranger visited him with a suitcase. The stranger was selling the Bible, but the man was not interested, as he already owned a few Bibles. Then the stranger took out another book. It wasn't a Bible, but the cover read The Holy Book.　　
After flipping open The Holy Book, the protagonist found that the page numbers were odd. They weren't in sequential order, but completely random. Most importantly, the page number of the book was endless, and he could never find the beginning nor the end. New pages always appeared out of nowhere, and the book had pictures like a dictionary.　　
The stranger said that he bought this book from a village. The salesperson called it The Book of Sand, as it was endless like sand.　　
It was a very strange book, but the stranger was willing to sell it to the man at a relatively low price. In fact, he'd wanted to get rid of it for a long time.　　
After getting this book, that man also became its slave. He stopped going out, for he loved the book so much that he couldn't step away from it. He studied it all day and night, because of his obsessive interest in it. He could no longer sleep. And even if he did sleep, he dreamed about it all the time.　　
Like the stranger, the man suddenly realized that his life would be completely ruined if he continued on this way. So he decided to get rid of this nightmare just as the stranger did.　
After getting this far, Zhang Zian suddenly started acting mysterious and asked, "Can you guess how the hero got rid of the book?"　　
Meng Li was completed drawn in by this odd story. He stopped combing the Cocker Spaniel's fur and took a guess. "Did he sell it to somebody else, like the stranger did?"
Zhang Zian smiled. "He did something smarter. He hid it like a tree in the forest. When nobody was watching, he hid the book on a bookshelf of a national library with 0.9 million books, and tried not to remember which shelf it was. He never even visited the street where the library was."　　
Meng Li knocked on the table with excitement. "Great idea! If he did so, this Book of Sand could no longer be found, unless some extremely unlucky guy picked it up, with a chance of 1 out of 0.9 million!"　　
Zhang Zian smiled bitterly.  This extremely unlucky is sitting right in front of you, and offered you a glass of orange juice.　
He remembered that when Pi first arrived at the pet shop, it would make a gesture of slipping sand out of its hand. Back then, he thought that it was referring to the sand of Ganges river. Could he be wrong?　　
"So is the story is over?" Meng Li was looking forward to hearing more.　　
Zhang Zian nodded. "It's finishes with an open ending. Professor, is this Book of Sand similar to The Hyperwebster Dictionary?"
Meng Li said, "Indeed. But the Hyperwebster is more rigorous, and it does have a beginning."　　
Zhang Zian agreed on this. The Hyperwebster was a theory of science, but the Book of Sand was a fantasy of literature. They shared some similarities only in certain aspects.
"Either the Hyperwebster or the Book of Sand, if they do exist, would be very precious. Aren't they? They would be the most impressive books on Earth. Or if there are other civilizations in the universe, could they come up with better books?" he asked.　　
He remembered that Galaxy once said the nameless book was the most impressive book on the earth, but not in the universe.　　
Meng Li asked, "Impressive? Of course. Except that both books have limitations, which is because they're written in English, and are limited to the 26 letters. Some ideas can't be expressed by just 26 English letters. If some civilization in the universe has a more comprehensive linguistic system, they could theorize a better version of the Hyperwebster."　　
Zhang Zian nodded. This confirmed Galaxy's remark.　　
"If you got a copy of the Book of Sand, or the Hyperwebster, what would you do?" He tentatively asked again.　　
Meng Li was drinking his orange juice. He stopped after hearing these words.　　
"Get a copy? Neither of these two book are supposed to exist in real life. How would I get a copy?" He pushed the question back with a scientist's rationality.　　
"In theory, let's suppose you had one." Zhang Zian clarified.　　
"Well..." Meng Li thought about it. "If I got the Book of Sand, I might read it. If I would end up getting obsessed over it like the man from the story...I'm not sure, maybe. A lot of people crave knowledge, after all. But if I got the Hyperwebster, well, it's hard to say. The words might be in random order. I wouldn't be able to read even if I try. Perhaps I would give it to the government." 　　
He was half joking.　　
"This is my other question." Zhang Zian ignored his joke. "If the words in the Hyperwebster are in random order, how can you know that it contains all knowledge and all of the great writings?"　　
Meng Li murmured, "This is theoretical. Theories are theories, after all. They never consider the obstacles of actually reading it."　　
Zhang Zian continued. "Have you heard this quote: My life has an end, but knowledge is endless?"　　
"Yes. I may be a mathematician, but I know this famous quote." Meng Li smiled. "It means that, our lives are limited, but knowledge is limitless. How is this related to our discussion about the Hyperwebster and the Book of Sand?"　　
"It is, in fact, very much related." Zhang Zian spoke firmly. "Professor Meng, do you know the second half of this quote?"　　
"Well..." Meng Li had no idea.　　
The first half of this quote was well-known, but the second half was often ignored. A lot of famous quotes were like this. People only took the parts that they needed, and twisted the original meanings. Such as the quote: When your parents are still around, you travel too far. It was often used to teach people to treat their parents properly. However, in the original text of Confucius, the second half was: If you travel, you must have a plan.
"The second half is: Chasing the endless with the limited is dangerous!" Zhang Zian answered his own question.　　
Meng Li considered the second half of the quote, and compared it to the first half. Then he said with uncertainty, "I'm not an expert in ancient literature. The second half means pursuing unlimited knowledge with my limited life is doomed to fail?"　
"Correct."　　
"Our ancestor's words still make sense today," exclaimed Meng Li.　
"I agree," said Zhang Zian half-heartedly. This was all his self-reflection. He understood something, more or less.　　
That untitled book, whether it was the Hyperwebster or the Book of Sand, or some other imaginary book of another civilization in the universe, was endless. But human beings were still limited. Pursuing the neverending with the limited was destined to fail. Therefore, nobody could read the nameless book on their own. As he flipped open the nameless book in attempt to understand it, he was making this mistake.
The man from the Book of Sand, out of his thirst for knowledge, was making the same mistake as well. He didn't realize that knowledge was without bounds, but his time was limited.　
It really was true. My life has an end, but knowledge is endless. Chasing the endless with the limited is dangerous!　　
Unless...　　
Meng Li realized this at the same time. "A limited person cannot read an endless book, unless there are endless numbers of people. If an infinite number of people are reading the Hyperwebster at the same time, and each person is extracting meaningful words and connect them into lines and articles, then they are pursuing infinity with infinity."　
"But how can there be infinite numbers of people? It's still meaningless." He shook his head and sighed.　　
No, it is meaningful, said Zhang Zian silently to himself.　　
He understood why Galaxy could read the nameless book. It had been through an infinite number of reincarnations, and had the infinity feature.　　
Famous was going through reincarnations with Galaxy in the Imagined World, and touched the border of infinity. That was why it could see blurry words.　　
Pi could read it, as it must have also possessed the infinite feature.　　
One could only understand the nameless book by pursuing infinity with infinity.　　



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

Disclaimer: Events in the original supernatural have been altered to fit with this fan fiction. The ending on Season 15 has been lightly played with to include an easier means of adapting this fan fiction. This fanfic is all in good fun for me to write when I'm feeling down and out! If things don't fit the canon of the original show perfectly please give me a little wiggle room! 


TW: Blood, death, alcohol, sex, drugs, etc etc keep in mind this will be a supernatural based work of fiction and has all the warnings as the show!
Dedicated to my own Sam, I love you and miss you brother. 

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"I need to make more," 

His words bit bitterly into the air that surrounded him as the man stood atop an empty hill, overlooking a large forest that seemed to stretch for miles around him. Clouds growled angrily above his head, moving in a slow yet ominous fashion that one could only describe to be that of a storm approaching. Like a monster about to pounce on the lone man, a few raindrops collectively fell to his pale face. 


"We need more if we're going to face what's to come," he continued out loud, as if another stood with him in the damp forest that seemed to grow darker with each passing heartbeat. The silence that followed seemed to stretch on for years, but there was only a few fleeting seconds before a flutter of wings alerted the angel. The man didn't need to look back at the form that had shown up behind him. At this point, the familiar deep voice was all that had to be heard. 

"I've gathered the four angels you asked for," the voice behind him retorted, breaking the soft tension that covered the world around them. 

"Thank you, Castiel," turning towards his friend — no — his brother. A soft smile showed on his features as he noted the others appearance; despite saving him from eternal damnation, Castiel didn't seem to take any time to change his vessel, let alone his clothes. 


Cass nodded his head towards the other, "So this is God's new will, Jack?" 

Silence followed as the two stared at one another, the rumble of thunder growled above the two angels. Lightning flashed, outlining their wings against the dirty ground below foot. Electricity crackled in the air surrounding the two men as Jack slowly turned back to the trees. The question seemed to remain unanswered as the storm continued to draw closer. 


"Bring them here," Jack finally replied.

The only reply to this was the sound of flapping wings. A single feather that shone silver in the harsh lights of the dying sun floated to the earth. God had picked him, no, destined him, with the task of picking the new archAngels. The ones who will protect, thrive, fight. Low level Angels who scattered the clouds above would soon become more powerful, some even renamed to match the books that would soon be published. A new bible, a new prophecy, a new descent into war. This would, he knew, be much different as the darkness that vibrated in the earth below him grew stronger with each passing day. 

"The war for the world is over," He announced, his voice vibrating against the cold air, "But the war for the souls of thousands will soon begin," 

He felt a presence once again, this time it came in the clouds above him. As if to agree with his words, the clouds parted and rain began to pour down over the man. A small smile wrapped over his lips. With a soft snap, he vanished from his spot at the top of the hill. The storm raged onward on the surface of the Earth, but below, the molten anger that rose in waves started to eat at the natural energy the Earth gave off, causing trees that had stood tall for years start to shiver and shake, before turning grey. 


This was the day the Earth would split open and Hell would release a darkness that has never been seen before.

Two hunters saved the world from the Apocalypse, or did they? 

In this gripping new view on the world of supernatural you follow Abel Winchester, a transgender baseball player, who has been specifically picked by God to team up with their strongest archangel and take on the dangerous evils of the world.

A darkness has started to eat the earth from the core turning the Supernatural stronger, the world weaker and bringing the hunting world to it's knees. It's up to inexperienced hunter Abel Winchester and his partner, an archangel of love and war, to save the world from the every ominous darkness, find the secret behind a thousand year old prophecy and under an odd amulet with the power of angels grace. 

In this thrilling new take on Supernatural, join the hunter and be born again in a world of terror.

Faceclaims/Art for these characters can be found here: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Fe4z_TcsDp76HUKKCEGmWDyeev97vlrwkLIzRgJTLgM/edit?usp=sharing


Born 1984, Michael Botur is a writer originally from Christchurch, New Zealand, who now lives in Whangarei with his wife and two kids, Abe and Violet. He is of British, Irish, Polish and Pakistani descent.  
Botur is author of five short story collections. The collections are True? (2018), Lowlife (2017), Spitshine (2015/16), Mean (2013) and Hot Bible! (2012). 
Botur holds a Masters in Creative Writing from AUT University and a Graduate Diploma in Journalism Studies from Massey University, as well as degrees in arts and literacy.  Botur makes a living from writing as a columnist, corporate communications writer, SEO blogger, advertising writer and journalist. His writing services are listed at www.MichaelBoturWriter.com. 
Botur has published creative writing in most NZ literary journals, has been making money from creative writing since the age of 21 and was in 2017 included in the University of Otago collection 'Manifesto Aotearoa: 101 political poems' and University of Canterbury's 'Bonsai' flash fiction collection.
Botur has published journalism in most major NZ newspapers including New Zealand Herald, Herald on Sunday, Sunday Star-Times, as well as many magazines.  
Botur has a long history of volunteering, including working with Maori and Pasifika literacy, Youthline, ESOL refugee tutoring, and working for Waitemata DHB's Volunteer Stroke Scheme. In Whangarei, Botur is involved in improv theatresports and performance poetry. Read most of Mike's short stuff at www.NZShortStories.com.

12 friends. 12 million bucks. 12 months. 
No food. No adults. No backing out.

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Eden Shepherd was promised a million bucks and a year with her best friends in a biodome experiment controlled by sinister artificial intelligence. No one told her there would be no food, no banks for her money, no law, and no backing out.

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