The former greatest mage in the entire world "betrays" his empire and decides to live his life as a lowly beggar.

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Please help me win this weeks writing contest with you power stones! I will be publishing as many chapters as I can before the contest ends. After the writing contest, I will have a publishing schedule based on my placing in this weeks writing contest.  ;)

Thanks~

 
I think you guys must be kinda curious about the contest am I right, ? Actually, there is a story behind this contest things. The contest that my friend talked about actually is a painting and writing contest. This contest will be held at 10th  October 2019. The rules to participate this contest are the participants need to be 20 and higher, the participants also can't copy other's painting and writing. The theme for painting is up to the participants as long its don't have any disturbing purposes. Same for writing too. But, they have to write a novel or maybe I can say it as a short novel? Unfortunately , they need to do at least 20 chapters. The  participants have to send their work on 13th November located at my university hall since this contest one of my university's program. Moreover, all the participants who breaks the rules will receive a punishment. The punishment is they are banned from enter any competition in this university in 2 years.
Back to the story that I told you before, yeah. Its true that I stopped painting since highschool. One of the reason that I stopped painting are my father died due to road accidents. He died on the spot because the accidents is kinda bad which is my father's car completely destroyed since a school bus hitted his car harshly. For your information, one of the passengers in that bus is me! I can clearly saw how my own father's car got hitted.

A girl named Hui Sera that tried to recieve her dreams with her own way. Hui Sera is 23 years old and currently studying in the medical major with her childhood friend.

Her childhood friend is Choi Yuri. She is 23 years old and went to the same college and the same major with Hui Sera. 

What will they do to recieve Hui Sera's dreams? Please stay tuned!

Translated by: ShawnSuh
Edited by: SootyOwl


"So, we're all gonna be in the same competition?"

"Yep. That happened." 

Seo Kwang looked at Juho with excitement. And Bom, upon checking that the contest wouldn't interfere with the one she would be competing in, also decided to compete with her clubmates. It was going to be a lot of fun. For the first time ever, almost everyone in the club was going to be competing in the same essay contest, together. 

"Did Mr. Moon say anything?" 

"What do you think?" 

"Probably not." 

Staying out of his pupils' decision-making process was Mr. Moon's specialty. Juho examined the pamphlet of the contest they were going to take part in. Being hosted by a university in Seoul, it offered a cash prize of one thousand dollars and it seemed to offer lectures and a campus tour afterward. It was a legitimate contest. Because they were all partaking in the same contest, the club members would be competing against each other. However, that would help the less-experienced members, like Bo Suk and the twins. 

"Bom?" the twins called to her. They were preparing themselves thoroughly for their first essay contest, and their obsessive personalities seemed to have kicked in, wanting to see it to the end. Nevertheless, Juho was proud of their enthusiasm.

"I'm not sure how to move forward from here." 

"Can I see?" Bom said, scanning Gong Il's manuscript cautiously. Meanwhile, Gong Pal was striking up a conversation with Bo Suk from behind. Looking at the younger clubmates, Juho, too, moved his hands across the keyboard. Juniors weren't prohibited from bringing their laptops to school because there were a lot of procedures that required a computer, such as applications and self-introduction. It saved him a number of trips to the computer room, and he found it rather convenient. 

"So, Bom. What are some things that I should be mindful of at the contest?" Gong Pal asked in a whisper, as if trying not to bother his clubmates. Unfortunately, despite his considerate gesture, Juho couldn't keep his ears from listening, which inevitably made his hands slower. Meanwhile, after brief contemplation, Bom said with an awkward smile, "It's hard to say because every contest is different." 

In actuality, there were noticeable differences in rules in every contest. From the scale of the contest to the topics, time and places, every contest was distinct, which made it difficult for Bom to offer any advice.

"Well, you always have to write within the given amount of time. That's the most standard." 

Unfortunately, it was something Gong Pal was already aware of. Then, Seo Kwang, who had been looking up English words on his laptop, stopped his hands much like Juho and said, "There are literature clubs in other schools that teach their members how to win contests. Call it knowhow." 

"Seriously!? What about us!?" Gong Il said with interest, and Sun Hwa chimed in, laughing.

"Of course not! You've seen us write, haven't you? We just write what we wanna write about, and Mr. Moon only teaches us the basics." 

"Wouldn't that put us at a disadvantage?" 

"Not at all," Sun Hwa said emphatically, and the twins locked eyes with each other. No matter how confident she was in her statement, it was always safer to have tangible knowhow, and reading that on their faces, Bom spoke up, "If you take part in an essay contest, there's a chance that you'll run into students who go to schools known for their literature clubs. Some even go to private institutes after school or learn from professional organizations. You'll flip once you find out how much money they're paying those places." 

Then, looking straight into the twins' eyes, which were moving busily, the junior added, "Yet, I won first place." 

Bo Suk exclaimed from the side.

"In the end, there is no such thing as a secret that will guarantee you an award. The best thing to do is to write in peace. I once heard a super famous author say that writers should be thinking about their writing, not their awards. At least, when you're jotting something down," Bom said, looking in Juho's direction. Avoiding eye contact with her, the young author studied the look on the twins' faces. They seemed anxious on one hand but excited on the other. It was a future impossible to predict, and it came with emotions that every club member had experienced at least once. So, the juniors offered the freshmen comforting words.

"Don't get caught up with how much time you have. Once you start writing, you'll find that you actually have plenty." 

"There are times when professors stare at you. If it bothers you, then just stop writing. They'll walk right past you and leave you alone." 

"It's always wise to know where the restrooms are."

"Don't forget your writing tools. Pick the ones that feel the best in your hands."

"You're not going alone, either, so don't worry too much." 

The club members shared as much of their experiences with the twins as possible. Bo Suk, in particular, was the most enthusiastic. Then, after writing down every single advice they had heard from the older clubmates, the twins briefly glanced over in Juho's direction and asked cautiously, "How come Juho isn't competing?"

"I have a piece that I want to focus on," the young author said as he started writing again. However, the twins looked puzzled. 

"You mean, you've competed before?"

"Yep. Every year." 

"... Did you win any of them?" 

"Nope." 

Although he was fully aware of what the twins really wanted to know, Juho didn't bother to explain himself. 


"Maybe Juho's the type who has trouble functioning under pressure."

"But this is Juho, we're talking about." 

Hearing the twins whispering to each other, Juho chuckled. 

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"They should all be there by now," Juho said, looking up at the clock to look at the time. It was 9:00 a.m, and it was the day when all of his clubmates would be competing in the same essay contest. Because it was the weekend, Juho ate breakfast unhurriedly and prepared to write. The weather was beautiful that day. He imagined his clubmates writing, all sitting together. It would look different from how they did in the Literature Club.

"Well, I better get to working." 

With that, Juho placed his hands on the keyboard, looking at the plot that Nam Kyung had been so fond of. 'Let's not thinking too much. It's just the first draft,' the young author reminded himself as he breathed in quietly. First, the frame. It was necessary in order to acquire the space for the picture within it. In the frame, there would be I, who was going away from his hometown, and the lady, who was headed for her hometown. The train kept moving forward, never arriving at their destination until the inner story came to an end. The encounter between I and the lady would come to an end as the train came to a stop. Therefore, the train never stopped. 

The young author tried looking at the story through the I's perspective. I am me. Juho saw the world from I's perspective: 'After packing my belongings, I put them around my shoulders. I felt the weight of that on my entire body. Then, I headed for the train station in order to buy a ticket for the train that would take me away from my hometown. As I got on the train that was yet to have left, I started having conflicting thoughts. Should I not go? Should I just go back home?'

I knew nothing about the place he was headed to. It was an area being redeveloped, and he was fully aware that he could never make it a home, no matter how long he lived there. He would always be an outsider. He was afraid. Pessimistic thoughts started to take over his mind. At that moment, as he was still struggling with the conflicting thoughts in his head, the train started moving. Now, there was no turning back. He was already on the railway.

His hometown was less than impressive. It was mostly made of fields and rice paddies. As he grew farther from home, fear started to creep into his mind. Then, he realized that he had forgotten something. He knew he had left it behind, but he had no idea what. He had forgotten. 

"Hi," a lady struck up a conversation amid the panic in his mind. It was natural considering that she had been sitting just across from him. After a brief conversation, the two come to realize that they were headed toward the same destination. Talking about the weather, their food preferences, and their hobbies, they slowly got to know each other.

"You seem to like eggs," Juho tried murmuring out the lady's line…  

"Yes. I like them hard-boiled. The amount of water is really important. You gotta make sure that the eggs aren't completely submerged." … as well as I's.

I confessed that there were times when boiling his egg that the water surrounding the egg reminded him of the water that surrounded a fetus in a mother's womb. Protecting the egg from cracking, the water regulated the temperature. Juho thought of long, thin eyes for the lady. While it made her look aggressive on one hand, it also made her frivolous on the other. I found her eyes rather charming, and he wanted to get a closer look. 

At that moment, Juho's phone began to vibrate, startling the unsuspecting author. The phone on the desk wailed all the louder, showing Sun Hwa's name on the screen. 'Sun Hwa? Shouldn't she be preparing for the contest?' Juho thought. Puzzled, he answered the phone. 

"Hello?" 

As he answered the phone, the sound of rushing air came from his receiver. She was running. 

"Zero-One-Zero-Eight," she blurted out the number combination that Juho was well acquainted with. Naturally, he was reminded of the twins' long, sharp-looking eyes.

"Shouldn't they be at the contest with you guys?"

"They're not!"

"They're not?" 

The twins weren't at the contest. Juho checked the time. The contest should be starting any minute now. As Sun Hwa shouted for a reason that Juho was yet to be aware of, the young author asked his clubmate what was happening. 

Then, she got to the point in a hurry, "We were supposed to meet in front of the campus because they told us that they were planning on taking the cab here. But they're still not here!" 

Then, Juho heard some noise in the background. He heard a voice say that they were 'connected,' so it seemed like they were able to figure out the whereabouts of the twins. Juho waited patiently.

"Oh, no," Sun Hwa let out. It was obvious that the situation wasn't looking good.

"What happened?"

"I think the cab driver took them to the wrong place." 

"Wrong place?" 

"Yeah. They're in front of another university." 

"Oh, no…"

Without saying anything else, Sun Hwa sighed heavily. It was too late. The twins wouldn't compete with their clubmates. They wouldn't write. 

"Sun Hwa, we gotta go," Bo Suk's voice came from Juho's receiver, urging Sun Hwa. The situation was clear. The twins were the youngest members of the Literature Club. It hadn't even been a year since they had graduated from middle school. And now, finding themselves in a circumstance completely out of their hands and stranded in an area they weren't familiar with, they could no longer compete in the contest. In any case, somebody had to protect them.

"I'll head there. Does Mr. Moon know?" Juho said.

"Seo Kwang is trying to get a hold of him."

Then, after getting the whereabouts of the twins from Sun Hwa, Juho rose from his seat, got prepared to leave in a hurry and left the house. While still walking, Juho called the twins. Gong Pal answered. 

"Hi, Juho," he answered, sounding calmer than Juho had expected. With that, after confirming where they were, Juho went out to the major street and caught himself a cab. Reminding them to go into a nearby cafe, he hung up the phone. Although Gong Pal was saying that Juho didn't need to come for them, Juho insisted, telling him that he was already on his way. Looking at the scenery rushing past, Juho wondered if I was seeing something similar on the train. 

"Hey, Juho."

As he entered the cafe the twins had told him they were in, Juho saw them sitting by the window immediately, looking as unfazed as ever. Then, he called Mr. Moon as soon as he saw them. 

"That's a relief. Let me know when you're back home," the teacher said and hung up.

"We feel bad for making you come all the way here," Gong Il said bashfully, her long, thin eyes, getting even thinner. 'Those eyes.' The lady on the train had those same, exact eyes. Because Juho had come in a hurry, he was quite thirsty. So, he ordered himself a cold drink.

"So, the cab driver took you guys to the wrong place, huh?" Juho said, bringing up what he had heard from Sun Hwa, ready to hear their side of the story.

"Yes. We had no idea until we got here."

"It wasn't until we'd wandered around campus for a good while that we realized." 

"That happens." 

They were in a place they had never been before, so there was nothing strange about their delayed realization. 

"Although, we did have a feeling that something wasn't right."

"When we realized what had happened, we started breaking out into cold sweats." 

Their voices grew louder as they explained their unforeseen circumstance, as if the confusion they had felt was finally catching up to them.

"Well, good thing that you guys were together. If it had been only one of you, you'd have really panicked," Juho said, and the twins nodded in agreement.

"My brother got really angry at the driver." 

"So did you," Gong Pal said, glaring at his sister and looking embarrassed.

"Everyone else should be writing by now, huh?"

"Probably."

Juho checked the time. The contest should have already started.

"I worked really hard for this…" 

Seeing the twins discouraged, Juho contemplated on how to comfort them.

Yum Woo is the youngest author in history to enter the literature world. His debut work was a massive hit but this success was short lived for the unprepared.

A miraculous second chance comes his way one day.

This is the beginning of that journey.

Wassup everyone, yoursexypotato here!

I just want to remind you all that I really appreciate your support, especially those who have added this novel to their library. It really motivates me to write when the numbers go up(yes, I can see the number of people who added this novel to their library).

Just a news for everyone!

I will be entering Writing Prompts Contest #50: Mage. Yay! Not a pro, but why not?

I won't be adding any more chapters to this specific page because I will be transferring it to the other one -- the one I'm entering the contest with. You can all remove THIS specific book, Runes of Hecate (MIGRATED), and add the other one.

Same chapters, same story. 

It's just that, in order to enter the contest, the novel should be newly added to Webnovel. That means at the moment of the novel's creation, you specify the writing contest you are joining. Mine is already out there so the only way to get around it is to create a "new" novel and update that one. It's not against the rules, so that's what I did.

Here is the new link for the novel (which would also be available in THIS novel's synopsis):

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

If you like my novel, please support me! I'd really appreciate it if you vote this novel, even just for the week of the contest.

As a compensation for bothering all of you, I'll throw in a couple more chapters in advance! I hope that would be enough :D

Peace out!

This novel has been migrated. Here is the new link:

https://www.webnovel.com/book/12803477105403005/Runes-of-Hecate

Same chapters, same story. I will be emailing Webnovel to remove this copy of the novel soon.

Thank you for all the support!



"Mrs. Qualil ordered you to find Demi, not to kiss him." 

Demi and I were both surprised when someone spoke at the entrance door of the rooftop, not so far at the wall where we are. 

Fortunately, the kiss didn't take long, thanks to the guy who suddenly appeared here in the rooftop. 

The hell! it was my frist kiss!!! 

My frst kiss is now gone because of this new guy! 

When he let go of me, I kick his 

balls and reached his hands so I can twist it. 

What does he think? That I am so much willing to be kissed? Hell no! I don't even have a boyfriend and my first kiss is gone! 

When I twisted him, I kicked him again, causing him to lie on the floor. 

I just smiled when he moaned in pain. 

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" he shouted at me 

“WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!” I asked back. 

“Why did you kick my balls?!” 

“Why did you kiss me?!” 

I bent down and held him at his colar. I am planning to punch him in his face when Janssen interfere. 

“Stop that. Mackie, uncle Simon is looking for you at the dean’s office.” He said 

I stand up and fix my clothes. 

“why is he looking fo me?” 

“I don’t know.” He answer without looking at me. 

“Tss.” Demi reacted. 

\ 

he is standing now but it is obvious that the part of his body that I kicked still hurts. 

"Remember this, the next time you do that again, that's not all I will do to you." I threatened him 

"Remember this too, the next time you do that again, that's not all I will do to you." he said to me with a playful smile on his lips. 

I just stared at him and walked to the rooftop door. I would have come out when he called me again. 

"By the way, you have soft lips Alexis Mackkalster Peige" he said with a smile again. 

I wondered what he said, I do not remember that I told him my name. 

I just continue getting out of that rooftop and go to the dean’s office because as Janssen said, Dean Simon is looking for me, and besides, it looks like Janssen didn’t care for me. 

Demi kissed me and he didn’t do anything, as far as I remember, he’s going to take care of me. 

Well what else can I expect. I knew that he doesn't like the idea of guarding or watching over me. 

I am now at the front of the dean’s office, I knocked first before entering. 

“Good day dean, why are you looking for me?” I asked him when I entered his office. 

he seemed surprised that I was here 

“Me? Who told you?” he asked back. 

“Janssen said that you’re looking for me.” I said 

“I’m not looking for you, but since you’re here, take a seat.” 

I sat down at the visitor chair just like he said. 

"So Mackie, how are you?" he asked me 

"I'm fine Dean." 

"How about the new student?" 

"he's annoying dean,really, really annoying." I have plans on telling dean about what happend to the rooftop, I just find it personal. 

Well of coarse it's personal, it's my first kiss! 

Hayss... my first kiss is gone. 

"I think you already heard about the UWC?" 

UWC? I think I already heard it. 

"Yes, dean why?" 

UWC is a University Writing Contest, usually, our school is not joining the UWC, they say that our school is so high class and cannot compete with some lower Universities because the victory is surely ours. 

Well they thought, because you are studying in a good University you are good at everything, 

Funny though, our school is known as the best University in the whole country but what they didn't know is that our school is full of some spoiled brats. 

"Well, the host of the contest send an email yesterday, and it says that they are allowing the University to join the contest but they are only allowing four contestant." dean explained 

"Well, that's great dean! many of our students wants to joing the contest, I'm sure that they are participating!" I exclaimed. 

"Well that's the point, some of our students are willing to join the contest but only four are allowed, and they already named the one contestant." 

"You mean? they gave one specific student that will join the contest?and the rest is the school is the one who will decide?" I asked 

"Yes, meaning you are going to find three students from your section who are willing to join the contest." 

"Why me? and why at section C? you know the students there dean, thay are not interested in any contest." I excuse. well iy's true, my classmates are not interasted in any of those contest. 

"hays, how am I going to say this. Well Mackie, you are the specific student that they want to joing the contest and I chose the Section C because-" 

"Wait,wait, wait,..."I cut what dean are saying. 

"Did I heard it correctly dean? I'm the specific student that they want to join?" I asked for clarification. 

Dean sigh before answering "Yes" 

"But, why me?" 

"I also don't know, but I guess that's a good idea since you are the top 1 in thw whole class." he said 

"But why do you what to pick at section c?" I asked 

"many of the students at the section C have a hidden talent, that's why I want you to choose someone over that section. I need the list by tomorrow." he said 

"TOMORROW? ALREADY?" 

"Yes, I need the list tomorrow, so go back to your class now and start finding a classmate that is willing to join the contest." 

"But I'm not interested at the contest." 

I seriously don't want to join the contest. 

"You can't say no mackie, it is the host who picked you and it is a great opportunity to let your talent out. I now that you are attached into books and don't fool me because your dad said that you are also writing." 

It looks like I that have no choice but to accept my fate that I'm going to join that contest. 

"If your worried for your safety, don't worry cause I'm asking Janssen and Liander to come with you." Dean sigh before speaking again. 

"looks like you're just going to look for one contestant." 

"Why liander?" I asked. 

"Because Amos and Lancer don't have any writing skills. Don't ask another question Mackie, I'm tired with my paper works. Go back to your class." 

"Okay dean, thank you." 

"send my regards to your parents." I smile before leaving his office. 

I go back to my classroom while thinking about the contest. 

Seriously, when will I lose my problem?

"Hurt me all you can..
Laugh at me all you can..
Make bad things to me all you can..
Don't let me stand up, cause once I stand up.

I'm GONNA RISE LIKE A SKYSCRAPER"

12/06/2020 ~ Queeneth & Sire's love story 

     You might think that she is a bit naive
When she says that someday, she'll be your queen 
~ Dreamer Girl by Asa.

"So what do you have in mind?" I asked Sire eagerly.

"Can you come to the front seat of the car? I have something to show you." He asked. I removed his laptop from my lap and placed it gently by the side.  I opened the door to my side and went out of it, shutting it firmly behind me. Then I walked to the side of the front seat's door, opened it and hopped onto it's seat, shutting the door. I was seated next to Sire now. 

I know I could have simply just slide over to the front seat without having to do all of that but it was awkward having my butt in someone's face. Besides, I had tried it once when I was sixteen and I farted in the process. Worse off, I farted on my dad's face and it stunk badly. It was embarrassing. 

Sire said nothing though. He just let me do what I wanted to do or rather still, he was uninterested since what he had to tell me was more important. Then he brought out his iPad and swiped through some pictures in his gallery till he got to a particular picture and then stopped. Then he showed it to me. 

I stretched a little further so I could be closer to him and to enhance my ability to see the picture. It was a picture consisting of a sheet of paper and a quill and a few scribblings on the paper. Then there was a bold writing by the side, which read; 

Writing contest for High school Students. Winner of the contest gets a free trip to France. You must be between the age sixteen and nineteen to be able to participate in this contest. 
Deadline: 26th of July, 2020 
Visit: elixirwritingcontest@gmail.com to register for the contest and to enquire for more information. 

"How am I even supposed to participate in a writing contest when I can't even update my story during the week? Besides do you think  parents would even let me go to France by myself?" 

"Worry about France later and start thinking of what you can possibly write that would help you win the contest. How you are going to participate in the contest should not even be your problem right now because I would help you with that. You have me. Don't forget that. You just think of a short story you can write that would help you win the contest." He assured. 

But he had no idea, how long it always took me to come with something to even write. That would involve a lot of thinking. 

"So what would happen to the current story I am updating?" 

"You can make the story a meta fiction. You can write about your life story and about your characters at the same time. You can easily make it a two in one story." 

"Easily? So what do you want me to write about myself? My life isn't even all that interesting. Shall I just formulate some sappy romance story for myself involving some hot jerk of a guy? Look, this does not even look too possible." I huffed, uneasy and uncertain about everything. 

It looked difficult. 

"Calm down Queeneth." He tolled his eyes because It was clear that he could not help it. We were both frustrated. You just can not start concluding that it would not work when you have not even started." 

I took a deep breath and heaved a sigh. He was looking at me with some kind of resolution in his eyes; like he was hell bent on convincing me yet pissed off at the same time that I was not buying it. He clenched and unclenched his jaws and did the same for this fists to as he groped the steering wheel in one hand. 

"You don't have to give your self that kind of stupid storyline. You can simply write your autobiography. How about your legs? Huh? Write about them. Can't you? I've known you for a while now and I know you are not shy or insecure about sharing your story because you have bene doing just that on your Instagram posts for a while. You can simply just write about your legs and inspire people who have bodily defects of any kind. You have been inspiring people in your own way for so long and you have dealt with your situation in the best way. 

You can write about how your peculiarity has helped you attain even more confidence rather diminishing it and besides many people do not  even know what Blount's Disease is neither do they know what it feels like to be in that situation or how to deal with it. You writing about it in your story would be you creating awareness in all of it's spheres. Imagine teaching the whole world what only you or a few people know about? I know it's easy for them to google what Blount's disease is but at the end of the day, they would never know much about it until someone who has been through it, narrates to the world what it is like. You can peacefully create the perfect picture and take your readers on a dive into your world and tell it in your own authentic way. No one else would be able to tell your story like you can tell it. This would not only make you win the contest, it would gain worldly recognition. Pick your pen and educate the world in your own way babe." 

"Hmm." I let out a breathe I did not know I had been stifling. "This is a lot and this would take a lot of time and speed would be needed no matter what?" I concluded. 

"Do not worry babe. We have about a month left to the deadline. You just do the writing. If you are still worried about the current story you're updating, we can do it together. You can write your story outline on a notepad and how you want it to be written on Wattpad when it's being posted and I would do the typing for you. Bring the notepad along with you when we meet next Saturday and write a part of your story too so you can update it on my laptop for Saturday. I would do the posting of your story on Sunday. You just give me the notepad and I would type it exactly as you've drafted it. Then I would give you your notepad the following week and we can continue the routine. I would handle your story while you handle your autobiography. We can do this babe." 

"Why do you want me to chip in my autobiography into my story though? I mean, I just wanna know."

"You know, this is more than just posting your story on a website for judgement so you can win a contest. That is temporary. I want it to be permanent. It is your story babe and the world has to know about it. I want it to be published. The whole world might not get to read the work of whoever won a popular contest or even if they do, it might just end up as a news that would trend for some time and then it dies down but the whole world can have an access to a book forever and if it's in a book, it stays forever and ever. Besides I know for sure that your daddy would be proud of you. You might not like him now because he's not letting you do what you want and he thinks you would have to succumb to his wishes at the end of the day but you can fight babe and you can fight in your own way. There's no way he would not be proud of you and eventually let you go for what you want." 

"You know we meet every fortnight. How would I possibly come to see you next week?" I asked and then I got the answer in my head as soon as I had asked. I snapped my fingers in the air ecstatically. "I can just lie to my parents about my legs. I haven't had leg pains in a while so if I wince now and tell them I was going through a crisis, they would believe me and would want me to come and visit your dad every week. I mean it's pretty easy to tell my mum, "mummy I can't sweep today because my leg is hurting me. It's seriously paining me." " 

We progressed into a session of hearty, long laughter, hitting each other's chests euphorically which made me wonder why we were laughing so much but it did feel warm to laugh so much, speaking of the part tension that was existent between us a few moments ago. 

"It must be a real pleasure. Hmm. That sounds like a plan that would work really well!" Sire added after the long session of laughter. 

"Thank you, Sire. For all that you do for me. I mean, I did not even think of this. Just thought I could change the lives of people around me and do my thing in my own small way but I guess it's time to pick up my pen, huh?"

"All you just need is to stop doubting babe and do your thing because I'm here for you and I ain't complaining." 

He reached out for my hands and he took mine in his, squeezing it affectionately. It surprisingly made zaps of electricity course through my entire body which I had never felt before. 

He held my hand reassuringly and smiled at me, the ray of hope in his eyes was contagious, like a flame on a candle; it lit up my dead wax and gave me a course to believe that now was all I had and all I had to do was think of just one single reason why it was possible for me to participate in the writing contest amidst ninety reasons why it was not possible. 

And that one reason was him. He was all I had and All I could ever need. 

As the sun was setting  on the edge of river in a seeming, fleeting iridescence of pinkish, red and orange colors, the natural hue bliss shone on Sire's face, his brown eyes glistening so beautifully as he stared at me, I could feel my soul beam. I bit my lip slightly from the tingling excitement I had been feeling. 

I made a decision to record every single moment, everything about Sire and how much of an amazing person he was, this moment where we had made a crucial decision of our lives. I was going to write about all of it in it's authentic occurrence as a part of my novel and as a marking of the beginning of my autobiography. 

That was the least I could do, for a person who clearly loved me ethereally enough to make me risk so much and was willing to risk a lot for me as well. His love took me out of my comfort zone just so I could be the best version of myself. 

He came closer to me now and placed a soft kiss on my plump lips. The sunset created a sinewy shadow on his face as he stared at me, still smiling radiantly. It was golden. It made me melt. He pulled back, still holding my hand in his. It was the first time I had ever been kissed by any one yet it was not as stupid or as embarrassing as I always imagined it to be. It was blissful; it was like the sealing of a covenant; a sign to mark the beginning of a radical change; the alpha of our stories. 

I promise to write and make the best out of my story, even if it was for this cause alone.

"I'm coming for you. No matter how far you think you can run, I can assure you that you can't hide and I'm closer to you than you think." 

Cassandra receives this letter from her mailbox. She has been receiving these threats on a regular basis and her entire life is at stake. The tragedy of her life puts not only her, but her husband, Mustafa on the edge as well as Sandra is curious as to who is planning to put her in bondage again. 

Who could want to put her in captivity? Could it be her ex boyfriend, Dan? No. A lot of things that would rather remain forgotten had already transpired between them so there was no way on earth that he would want her. Could it be the loan shark that enslaved her when she was nine? Or could it be her mother placing yet another stupid and risky gamble over her life?

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Queeneth, The author of the salacious series, Our side of the dice has been made to write her story in hiding all through the years simply because her parents want her to study law rather than follow her passion. An opportunity finds it's way to Queeneth through her lover, Sire who has been helping her write her story successfully. Queeneth has a chance to participate in a contest that could change the course of her life for good if she wins it and she has all it takes to win. But with her parents standing in the way, would she be able to follow her dreams regardless of it all?

Last night I was talking to one of the workers at group home that I stay in Until both my mom and myself cannot sell straightened out and into her apartment. Anyway she said that My writing has made it to the newspaper for Christmas contests that I did and completely forgot about. The story was called Christmas Dippers a childhood memory. It was about my father and I walking around the neighbourhood looking at fancy Christmas lights and some people tend to do to their houses. It was a fun memory and then I'll probably won't go to the field at the end of my street after the walk and go stargazing a night actually see the big dipper hang low in the sky and we would look at the different constellations. Then the next morning was Christmas I think and I saw that they got me a planet mobile was a different planet and I learned about The Jupiter.  Well anyway the story of my memory made it to my the lanark highlands paper according to one of the workers she sent me a picture I can't send you the picture because this is a writing app but anyway it was the picture of my memory article about the Christmas lights and stargazing. It was a very good night last night except for the dream I had was kind of offputting and weird but I guess that's some thing when you find out that you did something out of the ordinary that's your Squirrley brain's way of saying job well done without having to get a nightmare or a good dream it was a semi-good dream.  But I just decided to tell Nana I wanna contest and I look on the paper for a Christmas memory that I did that sound good or a ride or I can be at times. I want is for us to show my mother the actual picture of the article/story of the memory I had and she was very proud of me and I was very proud of myself I wish I could reward myself with a vynil record or beanie boo.  As you can tell by this particular Wattpad that I have that I use poetry and micro fiction fiction I really do fiction but this was a contest anyway.   But this is the only time around this month Wattpad that my writing has been noted as good on my old Wattpad account was also one talent scout it and was told to direct my talents to webnovel which I also have now I have many books are now on Webnovel and people pounce on them as if they're candy. Because of that one talent scout before I found out about the lockdown and the contest i won during lockdown.  As you can tell I use my Writing Weatherby poetry or journalling or dream journalling to help with my PTSD I might Delvin the micro factions if they're good enough for me.

My public diary or journal that I use to cope with my PTSD and autism this is my day-to-day life and may it help you guys with your problems and struggles as well.

Made a bonus chap to congratulate everyone and wish everyone a Merry Christmas. Already sent the chap to editor and in case editor will be unable to edit it today, I will upload unedited version later today(in 7-8 hours). Anyway, once more congrats with Christmas. Come to discord and give your ideas and opinions or just for a chat. Link in the previous chap comments.
Also got a review and it was an honest review, so no problems there. But there was one point I have to clarify for all readers. The person said this :
"...  This isn't a Harry Potter fanfic because it definitely wasn't written by a fan. Just a guy who wants Potter fandom when really it's to push his ideas of 'order' and multiverses which he himself said he'd written about years ago... when I saw that I realized this isn't the novel I was looking for." 
.
I didn't do it for Potter fandom. And yes I am not a fan and I don't like Potterian and overall the Universe, because this Universe has no rules whatsoever, and gives zero explanation to anything. It's clearly visible from the fact that majority of people still think that Harry didn't die because he had all three artifacts of death or whatnot. 
;) 
This however doesn't mean that Universe or books are shit, it just means that I don't really like this type of read. Either don't explain a thing like it was done in works of Rick Riordan(not even gods know how the heck mist works... srsly...? ;) ) or go for in-depth explanation like in Patrick Rothfuss's works(although even he is confusing sometimes, but hey... a lot of things in terms of magic were explained very well... for me at least :D ). But as I said, that's just my preference. 
This novel was made for contest and the contest was about Harry Potter fanfic, so the fact that I am writing in this Universe is due to a collection of circumstances))) 
Of course, some people will be unconvinced and ask why I started specifically in this contest if I wasn't a fan ahahaha, but who cares?  
This book is the first actual serious writing work for me and it will remain so. Therefore, I will continue writing it and finish it, as long as there is at least one reader appreciating this work.

Seems like the time has come for another party to begin. Let's hope this one will be a success. World - Potterian. Person - random.
***
Met truck-kun. Obviously died. Nobody survives after fateful meeting with him.
Afterwards, I was reborn in the different world with the system from my favorite game! However, there was a catch - I had negligible amount of knowledge about this universe. 
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I open my eyes and see [You were caught during unauthorized entrance into a magic academy!] 
"Oh cmon... System, do you really need do this every time? Now... what will I do?" 
[Pick a race]
"..."

...

"You see why I did not want to participate in the contest?" My words come out of the fear and anxiety in my mind. 

"Kenny you are being a pessimist. Why?"

"Help me ask him oh. Because I don't even understand this guy self." Obinna replies Stanley. 

"We rounded off our WASSCE exams barely three weeks ago  around the time you enrolled for the competition —" 

Stanley is cut short by my words, "You See? That is exactly my point. The contest stated that the results will be out in two weeks. Who says they have not already picked their winners?"

"Kenny shut up for Christssakes! Hear yourself talk guy. An international competition like that will just secretly select and award their winners? Abeg go and check how healthy your brain cells still are." Stanley said curtly. 
"It is okay. You do not have to insult me Stan." I believe my words are stern enough. 

"I am sorry. Look man! All I am saying is for you to have a little patience." 
"I understand what you are saying, Stan. But I am tired of waiting abeg." 

I am not a particularly patient person. So it is hard for me. My heart is palpitating because the story I submitted for the contest is about my late mum. I feel tensed from the possibility that I may have revealed too much about me, all for nothing. 
...

"See ehn! I will soon use my old man's cane to flog you out of my room." Stanley warned.
We all laugh. 
"Wait a minute! So I am officially done with secondary school with no girl to call my own?"
"Shut up that your stinking mouth. You die-hard flirt. You have the guts to talk about wanting a girlfriend." Stanley replies Obinna harshly. 
I am laughing at the ridiculousness of Obinna's comment, "Leave him jor. He should continue imagining things that will forever remain unreal."

Even Obinna is laughing, "Wait! Wait!! So you two are saying a saint like me does not deserve a girlfriend? Ahn!! Ahn!!  That's wickedness jor—"
"Hahah. In addition to being a dreamer, you are such a moron!" I blurt out causing all three of us to roar in laughter. 
The atmosphere in Stanley's room is much kight but my heart is still heavy. Or maybe, I am being overly paranoid. Anyways let me enjoy these moments with my friend-turned-brothers. I will worry about the contest later. 

...
5:00 PM
___________
BBC NEWS
____________

SEGMENT: EDUCATION
HEADLINE: WIN-WINNER OF 'WRITE YOUR HEARTS OUT' INT'L COMPETITION. 
REPORTING: MR. JACK RICEFIELD
...

"A young Nigerian novelist, Mr. Kehinde Ajayi, has emerged the winner of the recently concluded international writing contest. The international community is looking forward to greater works from this writer... 
...With a cash price of ten million US dollars and a trip to any country, also including an automatic writing contract with famous Korean writing platform 'Webnovel'. He—
...
My eyes nearly bulge out of my socket as I see my name boldly written and on the news. BBC news? What sort of magical genie is smiling on me? Me? Kenny? winner? Oh God! I can't wait for dad to get back. My insides are beaming with divine joy—
...
Sharon flips her phone from beside her on the couch she was sitting on. Her ringtone '7 Rings' by Ariana Grande, tell her it's Ginika that is calling. 
She places the device close to her ears to listen to her friend's words. 
"Babe! Did you just see the news?"
'Yes I did. I am in front of my television as we speak. 

"Cheeee! Loverboy Kenny is now a celebrity. You see why you should have told him about your feelings before now—"

"Shut your mouth Ginika. What do you mean by that?"
"Miss behavior! Welldone oh. In my opinion, I think you should go and see him to congratulate him in person." 

Sharon laughs for a bit, "But of course I will. He rang my phone early this morning before going over to Stanley's. We have an appointment by 5:30pm this evening. over at his place."

"A date you mean?"Ginika winks over the phone as if Sharon can see her." Sharon laughs. 

"Eish! you You are such a pest. Are you done laughing ?"

"Yes love. Go and enjoy your date."
"He is not my d—"
Ginika already dropped the call before Sharon finished talking. 

Sharon was all smiles as she strut towards her room, thinking of Kehinde. She was preparing to visit him much earlier than they'd agreed. 




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