I wrote this quotes so you could read them and maybe it will help you understand your self better.

Here find long quotes about life to inspire you. Longer quotes put the author's words more in context, you get more of a feel for what they are expressing.

So, read and enjoy while getting inspired and seeing life in a more magnified way~~

Dharvey embraced herself, knowing that sooner or later, she is about to cry. Since she is alone in one of the places she finds comfort the most, she allowed herself to be vulnerable.
To Dharvey, she read on the internet quotes that Angela Abraham shared in descriptionari.com about sadness.
The lines that Dharvey read from her hit like home, making her save the quotes in her notepad of favorite quotes for her to read every now and then whenever she wanted to.
Dharvey couldn't count in her hand how many times she opened her notepad of quotes. She did it again while the music in her phone played, her eyes scanning to Angela Abraham's quotes about sadness.
"As the sadness comes you must love yourself as a good friend, treat yourself as a person you love, for then you will make it and the tough road will have been worth travelling with bare soles."
"Sadness comes as a painful cleanse. It is a chance to detox and reassess what is helping and what is hurting, a chance to make new choices and inform others that I have boundaries, needs and vulnerabilities."
"Let the sadness out or it'll poison you; such open-heart surgery without anesthetic takes real bravery. Do it though. I'll be waiting for you to finish with a glass of water."
"The sadness drained through me rather than skating over my skin. It travelled through every cell to reach the ground. I filtered it yet strangely enough, I kept what was pure and it was the dirt that left."
All of the aforementioned quotes were from Angela Abraham that Dharvey liked and copy pasted it in her notepad for her to read from time to time when she wanted to.
In all of her quotes, however, stood one quote at the very end. It was still from Angela Abraham, one of Dharvey's most favorite when it comes to a quote about sadness.  
"One must remove a bullet from a wound and one must let sadness come out, it hurts like hell because it is."
That specific quote from Angela hit her. The first time she read it, she couldn't help but read it over and over again.
Every time she felt down, she couldn't help but read the quote. The last time she did read the quote was before she met Arlo and the others when she was in a depressive state.
Now that she is left alone again and that her friends were gone in an instant, she couldn't help but open it again after a year of not opening it for a very long time.
To Dharvey, it's true—what Angela said about sadness. One must let sadness come out like a bullet from a wound. It hurts like hell, but it is.
Dharvey knew too well of how one would feel if he or she continued to bottle his or her feelings. If it is kept inside for too long, who knows how it will snap the person.
She did that for how many years since she was a child until now that she is a young adult. Before she met Arlo, it was the moment when she was about to commit suicide from the school's rooftop that she felt that she had enough of everything.
With the events that had transpired a while ago, Dharvey didn't even need to bottle everything in before she felt enough of her life again.
It happened all of a sudden—something that she didn't expect because of her own selfishness clouding her judgments.
It was a ripple effect affecting everything that she had in life.
Like a bubble, it suddenly popped to nothingness, leaving nothing behind but little droplets of liquid that represented all she had left.
Just herself.
Dharvey suddenly felt a sudden surge of adrenaline rush in her body. As she leaned her body out of the window, she wanted so much to jump even though it was only a one-storey house.
Instead, she just shouted at the top of her lungs, surprising some birds and other creatures at the back of their house. 
She then started laughing as she hung her head low, shaking her head at the same time to make her long hair hang loose outside the window.
"Fuck my liiiiiiiife!"
Dharvey shouted once more, some tears escaping from the corner of her eyes as she tried her best to control herself not to cry uncontrollably.
At the same moment, Ava silently appeared in Dharvey's house. It was easier for her to visit the place since she saw how Frey and the others came to visit her house when she and Levin pried into her memories.
Sighing at the sight of Dharvey as if she was about to lose her mind, the demoness, Ava, crossed her arms in front of her chest and cleared her throat, slightly surprising Dharvey as she instinctively turned her body to look at her uninvited visitor.
"Oh!"
Dharvey blinked her eyes a few times, a foolish smile appearing on her face as she spoke, no longer caring what she was about to say.
"Who's going to visit next? The other angels?"
Ava shook her head, knowing that Dharvey didn't care what she was talking about because she already knew what else is there to lose when she already lost everything?
Her friends, and the person she loves.
Taking a few steps in, Ava approached Dharvey, the Cambion, laughing as she sat on the floor, looking up at Ava as she didn't know why she visited her in the first place.
"What? Angeal came home and told everyone about what happened? You came here to punish me, is that it?"
Ava didn't say a single word. She knew that Dharvey is already in the brink of a depressive state, not wanting to egg her in further since it would only make things worse for her.
Instead, she just knelt in front of her, reaching out her hand towards Dharvey. 
The Cambion, confused, just cocked her head to the side in wonder as she arched a brow at her, wondering why Ava acted this way towards her.
Ava then gave her a small smile. She spoke, making Dharvey vulnerable again as what Ava said poked her heart, exposing Dharvey's emotions.
"If no one else would be willing to listen, then I would without judgments."


"Devin, do you love me?"

Hearing her question that had snapped him out of his thoughts, the Soul Eater opened his eyes slowly to meet her blue eyes once more. He smiled foolishly as his right hand reached out to her face, his thumb caressing her bottom lip.

"Is that a question you dare ask your husband?"

Angeal pouted like a child. 

"Tell me you love me... or I’ll cry."

Devin chuckled, making Angeal pout more as she narrowed her eyes at him. When Devin ceased his jovial laughter, he didn’t answer her question. Instead, he bent down as he pulled her closer to him, his lips smoothly landing on hers to give her a loving kiss. 

’I love you, Angeal. Before I even knew it, my heart yearned for you.’

~

Punished by the Almighty Seraphim, Devin was branded a fallen angel and was given a curse to become a Soul Eater—a being who is hungry for souls and feeds on them for sustenance.

Devin was bound on earth, looking for clues on how to cure his irrevocable curse until a desperate old man saw the Soul Eater and begged him to save his newborn granddaughter’s life.

However... it comes with the price of selling both of their souls. 

With the old man giving both of their lives to the Soul Eater, what path lies ahead for Angeal as she grows in a house full of magical immortals?

~

The Almighty Seraphim sighed, shaking herself from her thoughts. She then spoke, planting more curiosity in the mind of the Dominion who was watching over the Soul Eater. 

"Continue watching over them. She is his cure, but it will lead her to oblivion.”

~

With the Soul Eater cursed and with them eventually knowing that the sweet innocent girl he saved is the cure, will their relationship be a boon or a bane?

Will they perhaps have sweet love, forbidden love... or maybe even both?

With the given thoughts at hand, will fate bless their lives... or curse them even more?

Let us know the answers to these questions as we unravel the story of Angeal being the Soul Eater’s Possession.

~

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]

[FYI: This book is also a SLOW BURN romance. If you don’t appreciate slow burns, feel free to take a chance on this book if you want to. *wink*]

Volume 1: Nunc Domum
When the Soul Eater, Devin, and his personal servant, Ivar, found no clues about the curse, they finally went home after 18 years. However, when the two arrived in the mansion, Devin's curse suddenly went amok when he met the human girl, Angeal. What could be the girl's involvement in his curse?

Volume 2: Est Ignotum
As the immortals and the mortals spent their days with each other, they are more confused than ever with not only with the feelings they have for a certain person, but also with their background, with their loyalty, and with what lies ahead. To them, there are a lot of things that are unknown...

Volume 3: Actio Culmen Cadentia
The peak of their lives had finally arrived as secrets and revelations, stirring their judgments and what they believe in. As they all go on with their lives, what will they decide for others, and of course, for themselves?

Volume 4: Et Requiem
With all the events that had transpired, each one of them had started to question one's judgment and decisions. Now that these actions had been falling, what will Devin, Angeal, and everyone do to face what's ahead of them?

Volume 5: Insidiamini Torquet
Everyone's lives are now practically caught in series of unexpected twists and turns. As they are to face the challenges that are thrown at them, what would everyone do as everyone is in it for a shocking revelation about their fate? Will they fight for friendship, freedom, or for love?

~

Update Schedule:
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|| THINGS TO REMEMBER | Forgotten Memories ||
"One's memory is a weak and fragile thing. It forgets the important ones it needs the most, but it remembers saddening moments like a broken record. Truly, what a sad thing, it is. A human's mind could only take so much until it began throwing other memories away to be replaced."
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|| QUOTES ||
- One the beginning of every chapter, I will put some sort of "quote," along with the title on top of them to make it a bit "prettier."
- I will not base the quotes off of anything aside from my own mind, imagination, and creation. Any similarities in words and sentences are purely coincidental.
- The quotes at the beginning of every chapter will be italicized. However, this feature could only be seen on laptops/computers. Please, mind that the feature is not yet set on the Webnovel app.
- Even if the sentences are in "...", they will be italicised. 
|| BOLD ||
- This feature is also available/can be seen on the laptop/computer. If you read it on the mobile app of Webnovel, it may not show, along with the italic feature.
- Words that are emphasized, important, and dates will be bolded.
- Words in || ... || and [...] will be bolded as well.
- Important sentences will be bolded.
- Emphasized and accent words will be bolded and italicised, along with the capitalisation of every letter.
|| ITALIC ||
- This feature is available/can be seen on the laptop/computer. If you read it on the mobile app of Webnovel, it may not show, along with the bold feature.
- Thoughts in '...' will be italicised.
- Foreign words (non-English) such as Japanese honorifics, non-English terms, et cetera.
- Emphasized and accent words will be bolded and italicised, along with the capitalisation of every letter.
- The quotes at the beginning at the chapters (will be edited in as I update them).
|| HYPHEN ||
- It is to show points or the main points, just like now. It will not be used in future chapters unless I decided to make auxiliary chapters such as this.
- It's used to join words to indicate that they have a combined meaning or that they are linked in the grammar of a sentence (as in pick-me-up, rock-forming), to indicate the division of a word at the end of a line, or to indicate a missing or implied element (as in short- and long-term).
|| DOUBLE HYPHEN ||
- The "double hyphen" (--) will be used to show the beginning of a chapter (story) and the end of it.
- It (they?) will also indicate when a character's words or a narration that got cut off by another.
- The (--) or "double hyphen," as I'd like to call it (them?), also indicates time skips, the story moving to another place/time, the story showing another point of view, the story moving forward or backwards-- depends.
- It (they?) is also used when a comma isn't used and is replaced with the "double hyphens (I have no idea how to explain this one)."
|| QUOTATION MARKS ||
- These "..." are used for conversations and quoted words in someone's mind.
- These '...' are used for inner conversations or someone's thoughts and are used for quoted words in normal conversations.
- On narration, quoted words will use these "..."
|| THINGS TO REMEMBER | Forgotten Memories - End ||
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"Wrong my people, you will taste misery and despair. Wrong my loved ones, you will taste suffering and never-ending pain. Wrong my family, you will taste something worse than death itself. Mark my words."

Ichijou Shizuka, a fifteen-year-old girl living her life as a Spirit Wielder and a student, is known as both a genius in art and magic.

Being the "Grand Summoner" of the Ichijou Clan, how will Shizuka face the twisted reality where she can't use magic again? What will she do to fix that?

What was the cause of her mother and sister's deaths? Was there someone behind it? How will she react to the bitter reality fate has brought to her? What will she do when she stands face to face with her brought-up pasts?

"The Law" that bound the clans and tribe for who-knows-how-long–– straining their freedom in their lives and throwing away possible options for them to take.

Will they free themselves? Would they want to, though? The power that was given in an exchange for their freedom–– only to become one's chains and prison.

Follow the adventures of the young Spirit Wielder and her friends on their journeys, finding their true goal in life while rescuing spirits along the way. 

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|| DISCLAIMER(S) ||

•⠀This is BOOK 1 of the "Our Story" Series. It is not completed and is still serializing. Some arcs might be longer than others, as there are battles and details involved. The other books for the series will come when this book is finished.
•⠀The picture I used for the cover is not mine, it belongs to its artist(s). If you are the artist(s) and you want me to take the picture down, I will gladly do so~! Or you can perhaps notify me to give you proper credit(s)!
•⠀This is a work of fiction, none of it is real. If there are any similarities in organizations' names or a person's name, they are all purely accidental.
•⠀This story will be updated when I have time, based on the server time (17.00 GMT+8).
•⠀Under the stage of editing: typos, grammar mistakes, miscast of words, etc. I apologize if you become confused or even received so many notifications for it.
•⠀Some of the characters' names might use spellings for Japanese names.

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|| WARNING(S)||

•⠀There will be some killings and blood involved.
•⠀There will also be "slight" cursing, so... brace yourselves.
•⠀Mentions of blood, demons, killing, death, etc. will be up ahead.
•⠀Anime, Japanese, Latin, Greek, and other references from various countries (honorifics, symbols, myths, etc.) will be used in this book and will be altered a bit to match the plot. So, if you have any questions, please feel free to ask.
•⠀Some lines of the characters might be disturbing to some (demons' lines, maniacal laughter, mentions of killing, etc.). 
•⠀Please mind these warnings before reading the story. You have been warned.
•⠀If you're starting to feel sick when reading for too long or staring at your screen for a while, please stop reading immediately as your health is more important.

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Started: August 9th, 2020
Completed: ???

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There was still some time before the concert. Yuhi didn't want to return to the venue right away, so he returned to the bar.
Yuhi found Sumire's' extra' copy of Hamlet, laying down on the ground in his chambers. Thus he slumped down on the couch downstairs the bar as he read through it. It was something he had read once before, but he never bothered to read it for a purpose.  
Thus the words he read did not register in his brain; instead, it faded like a firework. However, now it was different; he was going to read it properly.  
Although he said that stuff about her acting brave only when she quotes Shakespeare, if he thought about it carefully, perhaps he already identified the meaning then.
'With that mind, perhaps there is no meaningless misfortune'.  
She truly is a fool; he thought so before. But this t confirms far too much for his liking. At the end between the two of them, is there truly a connection?
Although they had 'connected' through the girl's marbles several times, Yuhi noticed they only connected whenever she has nightmares. Such nightmares would leave anyone feeling rather suffocated.
"I can guess what's on your mind."
His thoughts break upon when he spotted Yamaguchi Ryou make his way over. It surprised him when he found EMMAS number two in the bar, but the man was busy speaking to Atushi when he came. He overheard bits and pieces of their conversation and indirectly gave advice.
Yuhi sighed. "Well, it's just a thought, and you might as well mix it up so you would all be able to participate."
Ryou smiles. "Your that thoughtful, huh? How unexpected."  
"I suppose."
"But still Hamlet huh? I didn't pin you for the Shakespeare fan."
"I'm not," Yuhi admitted. However, he and Sumire shared many interests, like their favorite books, and read the same material. But on this matter, he would have to disagree. "Sumire left this behind, and she often quotes from it." He tosses another book to the table." She often quotes from this too."
"The Tempest?"
Yuhi raised his eyebrows when he sensed Ryou's confusion. "You don't know this one?  The setting is on a remote island, where Prospero, the rightful Duke of Milan, plots to restore his daughter Miranda to her rightful place and skillfully manipulates the situation. He conjures up a storm, the eponymous tempest, to lure his usurping brother Antonio and the complicit King Alonso of Naples to the island.  
There, his machinations bring about the revelation of Antonio's lowly nature, the redemption of the King, and the marriage of Miranda to Alonso's son, Ferdinand. It starts as a tragedy but ends peacefully. In, the end everything is forgiven, it's forgotten almost as if it was just a passing by memory."
"A tragedy and a story of forgiveness, huh? I see Ibuki-chan has  a strange perspective on life."
Even this guy noticed that. He supposes anyone who spends time with Sumire has more likely gotten caught up in her Shakespeare quotes. However, that time he said it. That he wouldn't live his life like a script, he shuts his eyes as he recalls the words he said that day.
'You are doing what you shouldn't have, and aren't doing as you should have. Because you are always relying  on someone else's script, you are wrong.'
He went ahead and said something brave like that.
But he has not acted on it. Indeed it seems as though, ever since that incident happened. Ever since then, all he could do is stand by her side. When one wants to start something when one wants to change, what is the first thing to do?
The current him is unable to understand what action he should take next without anybody getting hurt. Yuhi briefly closed his eyes and opened them again.
"Hamlet's mistake is that he believed in something like a ghost that doesn't exist." Yuhi took a deep breath.  
"By believing in something outside the norm, he already lost any chance of returning to normal society. Those are just delusions imagined by the living. Once you're dead, that's it. The dead don't return, nor do they hear our wishes. It's all an illusion. The things you forgot to say or say are regrets they desperately want the dead to hear. They regret it to the point they become delusional."
"Do you not believe in ghosts or spirits?" Ryou asked.
"They regret to the point they create images in their mind to the point they start projecting those things into reality."  
"No, you make a point there. Because it is something people want since it is something they strongly desire. That's why it becomes real. That in itself isn't exactly wrong, and even if it is a mere illusion to others, it holds meaning. That's what you were trying to get at." Ryou said.
  Yuhi doesn't say anything in response and merely rolls to the other side on the couch so that nobody could see his face.
"I think you're able to see it too, Terashima, the same things as she does. If that's so, then perhaps I can help delay Atsuros request."
Yuhi sighed when he heard those words. "It is up to Sumire. Besides, she said she would accept it, wouldn't she?"
"Only because our leader is very pushy. To be honest, while I admire her skills, right now, I do not think Sumire-chan should compose for us."
Yuhi sat up then. "What do you mean?"
"Did Sumire-chan tell you how she met me last year?"
"No."
"It was during the time Tsueno Mamoru went on a dangerous job. Sumire-chan got a bad feeling and rushed to the place. But the ones who employed him at the time stopped her from assisting. When I found her, she was very restless, but she still tried to force a smile. I knew it was not the right time to approach her about being our composer, so I tried to get to know her instead."
Yuhi felt like he already knew where this story would go. But he didn't stop Yamaguchi from speaking.  
"Back then, even though her main priority was Tsueno, I learned what I had to. There is something special about this girl, but she lacks the confidence and love for herself for her to take any proper actions. When Tsueno got injured badly, I saw her break down badly. For the first time, I thought there is somebody I want to help."
"And?"
"The current her cannot handle more than one person's love right now, let alone those who respect her as a musician. That is why Terashima, I will convince Atsuro to back down."
"What is the catch?" Even if Yamaguchi Ryou says all that stuff about Sumire, there is still something wrong with this situation.


"I will do anything to reach the truth."

A drop of ink can penetrate the walls, even the walls you took too long to build. 

After losing her first love due to a traffic accident, Ibuki Sumire transfers to Tokyo. She wanted to escape, to run away from everything that happened. To start over in a place that didn't have him. But a series of clues lead her to investigating the case behind the accident. 

In that place she learns about the masks people wear. The masks people wear to disgui se their feelings. Sometimes you have to look past what you see on the surface. 

There she meets him, the person who helps her move forward. But Sumire quickly learns how alike they are. His cold personality is different than the kindness she is used to. However, he is the only one who understands her feelings.

It keeps going around in circles, like a drop of paint. Round and round - an endless stream of pain and lies. But, that stream ended the moment she laid her eyes on his paintings. 

Such rich and vibrant colors, it felt like his emotions exploded. Yet, in the corner of his studio, she found it. The real him, a sakura painting of two people walking hand in hand. 

A gentle and sweet feeling, something she has never felt before.

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Hello everyone,

Reading through my earlier chapters, I realized there was something missing in them. I couldn't put my finger on it so I started thinking. 
Going through my outline, I realized my plan for this story's plot is very grand, ambitious even. There will be a lot of fascinating mythology and adventure to come. I believe that in the future, you'll be surprised just how deep and complex the mythos will become. This last chapter starts to touch on some of that, but it's going to take a while to get there.
In contrast, the tone has been very comedic, which makes it much more fun to write for me. However, I think that as a reader, the humor has perhaps made the story feel a bit lighter than I intended. Upon that realization, a normal author might tone down the humor, but...I'm insane. I also like trolling and torturing my characters. So instead, I came up with an alternative idea.
I went back and added short quotes at the top of some chapters which I hope will flesh out some of the mythology aspects, giving them a little more weight. Nothing in the plot has changed. Ideally, it will just make certain aspects more thoughtful and meaningful. If you like, you can go back and read the additions. From now on, when I feel it's appropriate, I'll be adding these kinds of quotes from relevant sources including religious scripture, ancient poetry/documents, or in the case of science fiction--experts in the field.
If the quotes don't work for you, please let me know in the comments as I value your opinions. This arc is going to stay in Europe for a while as the scope of the world broadens. If any of you have a proclivity for detective work, I don't mind letting you know that there will be breadcrumbs all over the story, hinting at and connecting many things. So bust out your magnifying glasses if that gets you off.
However, it's perfectly fine to read the story as casually as you wish. The story has layers, but so does lasagna, and you don't need to eat the whole thing at once big boi. I hope you'll continue to enjoy the story.

Alex bless you,
- Samsara

Would you like it if today you suddenly went from being normal to becoming a God? Before you answer, the catch is there’s an apocalypse coming and you have to recruit Earth’s greatest ancient Generals and Gods into your army to prevent it. Wait, one more catch, it turns out most of them are dirtbags and trolls. I’m warning you, maybe you should read the story before you answer.

This satire/action/adventure contains brutal battles, beauties, cultivation, mythology, magic, divine weapons, Gods from many regions, world creation, conspiracy theories, sci-fi tech, vampires, werewolves, giant monsters, and many other bastards. Oh and it’s based on real history, myths, and legends.

*A new chapter daily Mon-Wed by 1 PM Est. (GMT-4).

Before you read it of all my quotes let me tell you that those quotes were based on my experience in my life Lonelyellandmic is my old pen name, my life before was lonely and depressed I never thought how lonely I am, but suddenly I never thought that I met a man who changed my lonely life and since jan 31 2020 I changed my pen name bamnieellandmic and this is prove that I'm sure he is the one I want to spend the rest of my life forever and I hope you will like it of all my quotes 

God bless

Hi, I'm Finley. It's my first time writing, I decided to write this One Piece fanfic after being inspired when I read some others, not many One Piece fanfics suit my preference so I thought I'd try and create one that I'd enjoy and I hope others can enjoy it as well.

A bit of info about me, I study computer science at university and I am fairly swamped with work and assignments all year round so I'm using this fanfic as a way to vent stress and cool down. However, this also means I'm too busy to work on it during exam weeks and times when deadlines are close so if I don't update for a little while that'll be why.

Some info about the formatting and grammar:
'That happened.' - Words surrounded by single quotes are thoughts, so he is saying that happened in his head rather than out loud.
"That happened." - Words surrounded by double quotes is speech.
~ or * - Tilde or Asterisk will probably be for actions however most will just be described unless it requires that. (this will rarely get used)

Any feedback and constructive criticism are appreciated, feel free to hate in the comments or whatever, doesn't bother me too much anyway. This is my first time writing however English is my first language so grammatical mistakes should be to a minimum but since I have to manually check it all myself some do slip by from time to time so feel free to comment on that paragraph the mistake and I'll update the chapter with corrections.

There are a lot of ways this story could go and I'm not fully set on a direction yet however I'll try my best to keep it consistent and if anyone has any suggestions feel free to comment them.

My main aim is to make this a much more realistic world of pirates, with actual deaths of characters, crimes being committed and out protagonist will certainly kill people. If people prefer a younger audience approach with our protagonist just knocking out his opponent and not committing any crimes, this probably isn't for you. Caesar will definitely embrace being a Pirate and certainly will steal from people, hold people for ransom, kill people. However, there will at least be some crimes he doesn't commit and he won't just go out of his way to commit crimes.

Thanks to whoever read this, I know most won't but hey, thanks for reading my novel hope you enjoy, and I appreciate your time on giving it a go even if it isn't to your taste.

Bye for now.

A cold-blooded man ends up in the universe of One Piece.

For a man who enjoys being feared and having power, this is the perfect place. How will a man who is calculating and ruthless develop in this world?

The Marines? Using "Absolute Justice" as an excuse to do what he wants.

A Pirate? Making a crew and pillaging islands free to fight and kill whoever he pleases.

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Updates may vary

"In every conceivable manner, the family is a link to our past, bridge to our future."
The sixteen-year-old Klaus Weber uttered this sentence smoothly to his friend sitting at the seat in front. Being the last students to stay in their classroom, the garbled noises from the schoolyard stood out to the two friends.
Sunset dyed their classroom orange.
Crows cawed somewhere outside as they flew.
There were several students in the tennis club practicing in the late evening, and Klaus could hear their shouts even from his class. If someone was to ignore this, the atmosphere surrounding Klaus and his friend could be considered quiet.
Klaus Weber. A first-year high schooler at the Yokoyama Ichi Academy. His ocean blue eyes were a distinct contrast to his neatly cropped dark hair. His diversions while at school? Getting together with friends and those who he considered family as often as he could. Participate in events with them and alike.
To someone like him, being alone without a friend, a family member to talk with was something he never wanted to experience again.
Speaking of which, the friend sitting in front of Klaus at the time was Akeno Aoi. With her thin eyes staring at Klaus indifferently, she brushed a few fingers over her other hand.
"That quote. Alex Haley, was it?"
"Correct!" A wide smile appeared on Klaus's face.
"Then, how about this one?"
Klaus coughed an exaggerated cough and straightened his sitting posture. "The family is the most important organization in time or eternity. Our purpose in life is to create for ourselves eternal family units."
"...Joseph Fielding Smith. That was a quote by Joseph Fielding Smith."
Once again, Klaus smiled at Aoi's correct response. He practically muttered those quotes a multitude of times to her, so it wasn't difficult to guess. As best friends, they were close, so it was hardly a chore for Aoi to remember the quotes and who had said them.
"I'd heard them for too many times. Pick a new quote. Choose one that's not related to family or anything of the sort," said Aoi. The words she spoke came out as monotone as ever. They lacked any ego or drive. While this was true, Aoi's eyes glinted with slight happiness every time Klaus brought up his list of quotes randomly.
But her expression was almost the same that no one noticed, not even Klaus.
"Hmm, you have a family of your own, Aoi. I was born an orphan, raised by my grandmother, and learned to do everything by myself."
"That was quite an exaggeration. I don't remember the last time you cleaned your room by yourself. In regards to sports, you're hopeless."
"Ugh... Don't bring those up!"
"There's only the two of us here," Aoi muttered as she ran her hand down her shoulder-length dark hair.
Aoi adjusted her glasses and then grabbed her schoolbag. Knowing she wanted to leave, Klaus did the same as well and swept his gaze over the classroom. Since both of them were on duty, they'd swept the floor and wiped the windows after their classmates left.
"Wait for me at the gate," ordered Aoi.
"Where are you going?"
"The staffroom. Just wait for me at the gate, Klaus."
With almost silent steps, Aoi walked away and turned into a corner in the corridor, leaving Klaus alone. Ah, he had forgotten. They had to return the keys to the storeroom. Klaus realized this and bit his lip.
Well, the boy was prone to forget things quickly.
On the ground floor, Klaus sauntered over to his shoe locker and pulled out his shoes. He had put a bit of strength into his pull without him realizing, and a white letter immediately fluttered before his eyes. It took a few moments before Klaus could register the object lying near his feet.
"Wait, did I..." Staring at the nameplate soldered onto the shoe locker's door, he shook his head. It was indeed his shoe locker.
"Hm." He quickly glanced left and right. Good, no one else was there at the moment! It would be unwise for him to wait any longer, and so, he picked the letter and hid it in his schoolbag.
Opening it in his room would be the best choice. Though, even after Klaus had resolved to this, his heart couldn't stop thumping against his chest.
"A love letter? It can't be, right?" He said to no one in particular.
He balked at the fact that he'd just received a love letter. That couldn't be it? He never had any experience with this sort of event before, so he had many doubts. No one would think of giving something like this to him. After all, a lot of girls he knew described him as annoying since he wouldn't stop coming up with quotes during conversations. He was self-aware of this.
Though by letting his negative thoughts took over, Klaus quickly concluded that the sender had mistaken his shoe locker for someone else's. Hence the reason why he found the letter first.
Wait, this didn't feel right as well.
It was late evening. Wouldn't it make more sense for the sender to place the letter in the early morning? Leaving it in the shoe locker for a whole night would surely trouble the sender more than he or she would've wanted. That person wouldn't be able to get a good night's sleep, thinking about it.
"Ah... but what do I know? If it does turn out that he or she got the wrong person, I'll just put it where it is supposed to be."
A simple plan, but common sense would tell him otherwise if he thought about it a few more times. There was a good chance that the intended person was someone he didn't know at all, if barely. Klaus proceeded to focus his line of thoughts in a different direction. Indeed, he quickly thought that the sender didn't get his shoe locker mixed up, that he was the intended person all along.
Standing by himself at the school gate, Klaus mentally made a list of the possible girls who had placed the letter in his shoe locker. Could it be the class's representative, Kitabayashi Arisu? Or perhaps his secret admirer was the student council's vice president, Fukutsuchi Emiko! No, this list had some girls that were out of his league. He had to trim it down.
"What's this about a love letter?"
"Wah!"
Aoi looked at Klaus with a steady gaze, neither curiosity nor puzzlement visible in her eyes. At least Klaus thought so when he saw her.
"Nothing... The family is one of nature's masterpieces!"
The quote came out of nowhere. Klaus put up a wry smile, somewhat contradicting himself. He was an open book to his best friend through and through.
"A quote by George Santayana. That aside, you're nervous. Did something happened while I was gone?"
Aoi didn't appear to be worried, despite what she said. Her emotionless countenance sometimes made even Klaus a bit dumbfounded when he wanted to respond to her questions.
These two walked to school every day, and it didn't take more than fifteen minutes for them to reach their neighborhood. Klaus halted in front of his house and slowly turned to face Aoi behind him.
"Have you ever thought of sending a love letter to me?" Klaus blurted out of nowhere, asking a straightforward question.
He'd hoped that his deduction was correct, that Aoi was the one who'd placed the letter.
"Let me guess. Someone sent you a love letter, and you haven't opened it yet. But since you're not close with anyone other than me, you're assuming I was the one who'd given you the letter."
She'd guessed everything!
"Um..."
"I see. Then, good luck with your first romance."
Aoi lazily waved Klaus goodbye and walked to her house a few blocks away. For someone who had known Klaus for a long time, she knew Klaus had no experience in this sort of matter. As far as she was aware, his focus was solely on his hobbies and fascinations.
Klaus's hobbies? During his free time before dinner, he would tend to his collection of books. Yes, each book, each story revolved around the character's relationships.
"Spirits Beyond. Rise of the Wandering Noble Family. Black Tears of Brynhildr."
It was only five more minutes before dinner, but Klaus decided to read one more book before then. He sat on a chair and skimmed through the scented pages of Spirits Beyond. It didn't take more than a few seconds until he had reached the page he wanted to read.
The page described a scene where the male protagonist who had grown up by himself stumbled into a certain girl. This girl recognized him as her younger brother, but he denied any relation between them quite adamantly. The protagonist had grown to hate his family for leaving him by himself and quickly ran away from the scene. He ran away from his older sister.
With a sigh, Klaus put the book away. This emotional scene always got him excited. More often than not, he would try to find time to read the book over and over.
"Spirits Beyond" wasn't the best book he had read, but the protagonist resonated with him quite a lot. An orphan searching for his family, but in the end, chose to forget about them.
A strange feeling welled up in his chest. Yes, the sense of uncomfortable deja vu hit him every time he read this scene. Why? He didn't know the answer.
"Ah, the time!" It was already time for dinner.
At the dining table, an elderly smiled at Klaus when he stepped into the kitchen. Dinner for that night was chicken curry with fragrant, fluffy rice.
Klaus had helped cooked the rice and cut the chicken into sizable pieces roughly an hour ago.
"Eat slowly. The food won't be going anywhere." Klaus's grandma let out a small laugh. Klaus shoved lumps of rice into his mouth, refilled his bowl of rice, and slathered more curry on his plate.
Since Klaus was young, this woman had been taking care of him by herself.
Words won't be enough to describe how grateful Klaus is towards her. Due to this, Klaus wouldn't hesitate to spill whatever he had in his mind.
"Grandma, someone put a love letter in my shoe locker!" said Klaus after he'd finished eating.
It was worth noting that he had not opened the letter yet. Regardless, he ran his mouth and spoke in a prideful tone. This accomplishment enraptured him this much.
"Who is it? Do I know her?" Grandma asked curiously.
"I haven't opened it yet. But whoever this girl is, I'll make her like me more with the newest quotes I'd discovered. She'll fall head over heels over me, I'm sure."
"Ah, but don't neglect your studies, okay? You're a smart student already, so I don't want your academics to be affected. Make good use of your time," said Grandma. "Anyway, don't forget to introduce her to me when you can."
"No problem!"
To be so excited, it was proof that this was indeed Klaus's first step into his adolescent romance. Not to say it was wrong to be thinking this way.
Klaus went back to his room after chatting with grandma for a little while and rummaged through his schoolbag. His fingers pressed the white letter as he pulled it out.
Sweat trickling down his forehead, he gingerly opened the letter with his free hand. A folded sheet of paper poked out from inside.
Thum! Thum!
Akeno Aoi let herself in through the wooden door and stared at the letter in Klaus's hands. She raised an eyebrow at it.
"I didn't say you could come in!" Klaus said with slanted eyes. "And when did you come in?"
"You haven't read it yet?"
"No... I'm about to. Why are you here this late anyway?"
"I can't help but question myself. I want to know who it is."
"Tch. Don't be a busybody."
Klaus wanted to read the letter by himself, so Aoi's presence miffed him, more than he'd thought it would. Regardless, Klaus motioned for Aoi to sit on his chair as he unfolded the white sheet of paper.
It wasn't uncommon for Aoi to visit him at random times. After all, they had known each other since elementary. He was used to seeing her quite a lot after school.
"So, so, who is it?" asked Aoi with an indifferent expression. Her words didn't match the face she was making.
"...."
"Hey, I'm talking to you."
"Is this a prank?"
Klaus gave the paper to Aoi and sat on the floor. He buried his face in his hands and sobbed exaggeratedly. Snots of shame flowed out, and tears of embarrassment trickled down his cheeks. Who would do this?! A devil in human form! Klaus cursed silently.
Aoi stared at the letter, and as if wanting to exacerbate Klaus's mood, read the contents out loud.
"Klaus Weber, I'd known you for a long time. You might not believe nor remember me. To err is human, after all. There are so many things I need to tell you. I need to see you in person. I'll visit your classroom sooner or later, so be prepared.
Regards, your loving father."
"Is this a joke? Your father is..." Aoi wanted to comment on the letter, but Klaus's sobs ceased the action.
"My parents died a long time ago!" Klaus said with teary eyes. "The only ones I have now are you and grandma. Who thought about this heartless prank?!"
"Now, you're acting like a five-year-old... You're exaggerating. Ignore this and..."
"Aoi! I won't forgive anyone who makes fun of my family! If the family were a fruit, it would be an orange, a circle of sections, held together but separable – each segment distinct."
"What? That's a quote by Loretta Cottin Porgrebin, right? That came out of nowhere."
Klaus shook his head and stormed out of the house, his hand gripped a slender wooden stick tightly. Where did he get it? Aoi called for him, but the man paid her the scantest attention. He would visit this student who'd sent the letter and wack him or her in the face!
Though, he had no clue as to who this person was, and more importantly, where he or she lived.
"Stop being an idiot."
Aoi pulled him by the collar and slapped him squarely on his cheek.
"Wha... Aoi?"
"You become an idiot every time you let your emotions take over. If I wasn't there for you each time this happened, then you would've been caught doing stupid things."
Again, Aoi said these words with little to no emotion showing on her face.
"Aoi..."
"And since I'm always with you at school, the other students will think I'm weird as well."
"That's your reason?!"
"Anyway, enough of this. Throw away the letter and finish your homework. I'll let you copy mine this time."
Klaus nodded and thanked the benevolent sister with a smile. He wanted to do his homework by himself before, but an offer like this was hard to resist. As for the stupid letter, he would just keep it for now until he could find the sender.

[ STORY IS ON INDEFINITE HIATUS ]

"In every conceivable manner, the family is a link to our past, bridge to our future." – Alex Haley

Every night when certain individuals close their eyes and start sleeping, they are pulled into a place called "The Personal Dimensions". 

During their stay there, they are capable of manipulating the contents of the dimension to their whim. However, evil creatures called Draugrs appear to prey on these humans, forcing them to defend themselves with the help of an entity to guide them.

Soon after a fated encounter, Klaus is discovered to have been "reincarnated" and is able to enter the Personal Dimensions and fight – while balancing his school life, his social life and his new dungeon-crawling life.
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*This story is also published on royalroad.com and scribblehub.com

Some authors in chat talked about a book's worth. 

Most agreed that its value depends on the readers' willingness to pay for a novel. And the most selling here in WN are romance and h e n t a i.

Honestly, it is true in a sense that most authors who don't write these two genres or have the general audience receive lesser income to none. However, there are also other genres that are popular.

What saddening is that a story which has no s** will be buried deep in the list of books.

One time, a person told me that he won't read books without s**. I think you understand what I mean.

Sad... 

Those good literary authors will just choose Amazon. I totally agree with that.

But, is that what really makes a book valuable? So, the authors will just resort to writing stories with s**  since most will welcome it.

I feel sad if it is.

I've been reading and watching epic and classic stories like Mary Poppins, The Twelve Kingdoms, Fushigi Yuugi, The Vision of Escaflowne, Star Wars, Anne of Green Gables, Pride and Prejudice, Little Women, and others. 

These are great books but I'm not sure if the new generation is still reading them.

Hoping they are.

So, what is the worth of a writer? Of a person's storyteller's heart and creativity?

Will it just be buried deep in isolation? Will it just be following the flow of readership and abandon its desire to produce good stories?

I disagree. We still love good stories. There are still more readers who love good reads. In fact, these type of stories are more engaging and imploring. Those epic stories won't be called epic if no one reads them anymore. They are classified as such because their worth is beyond trends.

They simply go against the flow and create a tsunami, leaving people awestruck.

That is the type of book I want to write. I prefer to be remembered as an author who writes good stories without compromising the principles I believe.

Don't get me wrong. There are still good books with a bit of those s** things out there that you can read. But they don't focus on those scenes but on the story itself.

I am a person who never follows trends. And I care less what people call me. I will rather be true to myself than to follow the crowd and lose my self-respect.

In my opinion, the worth of a story is not only on the business side but also on how much heart and effort the author gives to his/her books.

To authors: Let us enjoy writing good stories. Let us be proud of what we write for not everyone can be authors. And not all writers can finish a book. The truth, most books here are unfinished.

To readers: Support good books and give the authors that confidence to continue writing good stories. Without your support, the authors might give up. If no one read good stories, then there's no point on writing one. But I believe most readers still love those type of books.
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Inspirational Quotes for Authors:

"I try to create sympathy for my characters, then turn the monsters loose." — Stephen King

"If you can tell stories, create characters, devise incidents, and have sincerity and passion, it doesn't matter a damn how you write." — Somerset Maugham

"Any man who keeps working is not a failure. He may not be a great writer, but if he applies the old-fashioned virtues of hard, constant labor, he'll eventually make some kind of career for himself as writer." — Ray Bradbury

"I have been successful probably because I have always realized that I knew nothing about writing and have merely tried to tell an interesting story entertainingly." — Edgar Rice Burroughs

"The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story." — Ursula K. Le Guin
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Inspirational Quotes for Readers:

"Whenever you read a good book, somewhere in the world a door opens to allow in more light."
–Vera Nazarian

"Make it a rule never to give a child a book you would not read yourself." —George Bernard Shaw

"Great books help you understand, and they help you feel understood." — John Green

"The only important thing in a book is the meaning that it has for you." —W. Somerset Maugham

Books can be dangerous. The best ones should be labeled "This could change your life."
–Helen Exley

Have a good and fruitful day.

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