A book of all your favorite bedtime stories with a twist

That's right I Mr. Richard Roswald Jackson is a person re living my life. Not only i came back in the past in 1975 but also can remember everything up until i died on 2020.
When i came back at fist i was shocked but then i became excited. Why? Because  i can change my life for the better, i can realize the dreams which i couldn't in previous life. I could live a life far better then the life i had previous.
My previous life was worse. As my family is well known and successful, having such an amazing family can be both pressuring and blessing. Pressuring because, if have live unto expectation of not only your parents but also the surroundings otherwise they will compare ,make fun of you.
But I couldn't bare the pressure and by the time I became 18 i collapsed. oh boy! i fell hard!!!. I was academically good, it turned worse. i stated to become rebellious. arguing with parents , keeping distance from them, parting, fighting ,drinking, drugs etc i became all in all problem child.
it turned out to be the worst decision of my life. Because by continuing this kind of life my body deteriorated. Finally the worse turn came, I had an accident and the result I became bedridden for my life, worse disease started coming from left to right.
 All i could have done at that time is watch movies, tv series or read books. beside that due to fathers influence look at the investment market and help my father with his work.
Finally at the age of 45 my body collapsed after fighting for a long time. During my last breath I wised if i could have relived this life once again. And  I don't know which supreme being heard my wish because I am for ever grateful to him.
 And that is how I came back to the past. Now onward to the story....
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Month have gone since the  kitchen discussion, the kids column of NY times started get popular as interesting short stories are been publishing every week under a name R.R Jackson. Popularity might not been seen during first week but after that it started to grow.
One day, a family of three on Zionsville just having a breakfast in a living room, the child of this family, a 9 year old girl was reading a newspaper and see this, her parents treat this as normal occurrence as entertainment for the kids have been matured enough like smart phones or video games era. 
See his daughter seem fascinated reading a newspaper, the father feel curious and ask his daughter. " What's on the news sweetheart? I've never seen you such having those interest reading newspaper."
The daughter heard her father saying that immediately felt irritated," Dad, I'm concentrating on reading this story, you know it's really hard to read on the newspaper".
Hearing that, her father didn't feel angry at all and become more curious for his daughter behavior, " Okay sweetheart, I will just wait for you finish the story and then you tell me what this is story about" her father just smiled after saying that.
The mother saw the father daughter interaction just smiled and also became interested about what her daughter read. A moment passed and the girl has read the story with both happy and frustrated expression on her face, her father become curious,  seeing this she began narrate the story to her parents

" This short story is the best that I have read mom, dad. It's exciting and funny. But dad whats a string ray? Does it look like a large butterfly too bad it has no illustration on it, can we go to fish aquarium see string ray dad  and this story still has continuation and won't be released next week. But dad, newspaper story is usually different each week and I'm afraid I won't get the continuation next week."
Seeing her frustrated but hopeful face girls dad laughed "hahaha... Don't worry dear i will send request mail to the editor of NY times and of course I will take you to the aquarium to see a string ray"
"really dad!!! yaaa!!!!" the girl became excited hugged her dad.
And this situation occurs at least in a thousand household in N.Y. and few parts of the States that subscribing the N.Y. Times. It occurred not only for the stories it self but the clever tactic used by Richard himself. 
When he created the short stories the volume was really large, so in order to publish in the paper it was usually divided into two or three parts but he cleverly divided the story in such a way that when ever a reader finishes one part they not only became frustrated but also crave for the latter part of the story which drives the popularity even more.
As the short stories grow popular the sales and the subscribing number of NY Times also grows which in turn they urge Richard to give them more  priority by giving him 200$-250$ each article writing in there kids column.
With  in the next few months Richards short stories not only became popular among the kids but also among their parents. the author R.R Jackson became topic of discussion on dinner table in many households. Not only the NY times have sold like hot cakes but there was substantial visitors specially families with kids from 6 to 12 years old in many water zoos or aquarium parks through out the states. 
During this frenzy time when a book named <My Ocean Stories> by R.R Jackson which was no  only the compilation of this short stories but also illustration of different characters where published . It not only sold more than 150,000 copies trough out US but also took 10th place in the bestseller list.
The guy who created this is situation doing dancing practice for his upcoming show stage show audition in Broadway.

When people about R.R Jackson the first thing comes to mind
The Living Legend....
He is a man who brought storm in the worlds entertainment...
Idol of all aspiring idols... 
Music , Film , Drama , Books not a place he left untouched
They say he is a man with Midas touch or is he ......


First time writing... Open to constructive criticism...
Hope everyone like my story....

Disclaimer : I don't own anything other than my main character. All things written is nothing more than a fiction.


Hello it's the author Posion, happily to announce a new story. I've been working on this plot for a while now. I let my friends read it and they thought it was good and could really become a story. I've always felt insecure that I wrote stories on my own time. It always made me feel better when I did write. I'd get so lost into it that I'd do nothing but write for the entire day. 


Not the point of this...

But I'm here to introduce my new book, called TIME KIDS. There are a probably stories out there about kids traveling through time and the whole sha-bang. But I wanted to go for a different approach on TIME KIDS. I can't say for sure if I'm going to stick to writing this since I have a ongoing fanfic on wattpad :) 

but I didn't really want to upload this story on there because I mainly only use wattpad for fanfic only. And I couldn't bring myself to group TIME KIDS in a fan-fic category.

This is my first time diving into the horror section so I can't promise this will be any good. I want to challenge myself by writing outside of my genre. 

 
WARNING ⚠️ My Book contains disturbing themes. This includes 
•Gore 
•****/Sexual abuse
•Murder 
•Kidnapping 
•foul language 
•mentions of mental illness

Please be cautious when reading if any of these subjects could be potential triggers. Thank you for reading and enjoy!

Time 
     noun
1. the indefinite continued progress of existence and events in the past, present, and future regarded as a whole.

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Summary 

"Where the hell am I?" I groaned standing up. Is it me or did everything get a little bigger? I rub my eyes trying to focus my vision. I stumble towards a mirror "when did my legs get so light?" I say. My sight finally came back to me. I look up at the mirror to see me. But....a younger version? 

"Oh shit." I mumbled out. 

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Disclaimer: contains disturbing themes. This includes 
•Gore 
•Rape/Sexual abuse
•Murder 
•Kidnapping 
•foul language 
•mentions of mental illness

Please be cautious when reading if any of these subjects could be potential triggers. Thank you for reading.

Dara spends her alone time for house chores. Cleaning up here and there, organizing things, doing some preparation for lunch, but not yet cooking, setting up her breakfast and putting it aside. Then when she's finished with around half of the maid's duties, she sits on the rugs on the floor with a short table, that Beth usually uses as her study desk, in front of her. It's brown furniture in the middle of the living room and quite large for a laptop with two bowls of food, and some books to be put on there.

She has around a couple of hours before she has to leave and fetch the kids from school. She stares at her empty sketchbook. Her mind still wanders around about what to draw. She just feels so, so empty. She takes a sip of her coffee, always the boost, the inspiration, the mate for her soul. But it just feels way too bland this time.

Dara sighs and leans her back onto the couch behind her, staring at the bulb above her. "Hmm…," she hums and rests her head down. Thinking.

Dara suddenly sees a tall shadow passing  through the room, gliding fast to the kitchen and she startles, panting for air, "oh my God, who's there?" Dara tries to lift her feet but she can't move. She's so afraid. And she realizes that she is in her dream. "DARA WAKE UP!!! DARA!!! WAKE UP PLEASE I'M SCARED, WAKE UP!!!" Her dream tries to wake her up but she can't. 

Dara gasps after some while that felt like hours of fear for her and raises her head from the couch. She grabs her water bottle next to her leg and gulps nearly to the bottom of it, trying to manage herself and breathe. "Okay, okay, just a dream, Dara, just a dream, " Dara keeps on panting for some while. She gazes at the kitchen and breathes sharply, "ugh, just a dream, okay." She places her hand on her chest and gives a gentle pressure to give herself ease.

***

Dara is a young Indonesian mom who lives in Singapore with an Indonesian husband named Eric and two children named Christian and Bethany. She is a… err, happy mom? 
Anyway, she is always happy with her children. 

She is an online author, she writes short stories, mostly light romances. She is essentially an Indonesian and mostly does Indonesian work.  Two or three of her creations have been published as short stories in Indonesian tv programs in the last year.

But lately, she feels tired and uninspired to compose stories so she's been taking her hiatus from short stories and shifting to comics. She's not a bad artist though, her first comic reached 1.6k viewers in the first 24 hours. And she just completed it last weekend and needs new and fresh ideas for the next one whether it's going to be a story or a comic. 

But her short dream annoyed her just now.

***

"I think I need another break, a day or two will be great though, I need that 'me time'…. Yeah right!" Dara sighs at her ridiculous thought and rolls her eyes, mocking herself. "Hookaay, see what we can do now, hmm…," Dara scrolls some random social media on her phone screen, randomly reading some cake recipes and funny stories or videos.

There is a post that attracted her attention, it's from Kayla, a friend from a group of people who are into revealing fake accounts or scammers and such. She has never had any certain intentions to be in the group, it was just something fun for her, she always thought so. And the group is organized by women from all around the world.

So the post contains a gallery of screenshots of a dating app that shows a chat room of Kayla and a guy where the guy was harassing her in an extremely rude way. Dara gets a bit shocked reading that guy's messages and gets curious, so she keeps on reading. The screenshots, the captions, and the comments. 

It's a post from a day before, she sees 4 screenshots and more than a hundred comments in total. "Wow! She's just suddenly famous! Haha," Dara chuckles a bit.

Dara and Kayla don't know each other personally in real life. Kayla lives in the Philippines and they only talk through the online room, and she is quite popular there. She often shares funny and cute stuff that is quite entertaining. And she sounds like a fun and friendly person too. She's around 3 years younger than Dara, single and works as a makeup artist, it's been more than a year since Kayla doing it persistently. 

So then Dara contacts Kayla, because of her curiosity. They chat for a while, letting Dara learn about the chatting app that Kayla posted earlier. And how Kayla fell into that kind of abusive conversation with the guy.

Dara often laughs lightly while she's chatting with Kayla. Kayla shares funny experiences she had through the chatting apps, not only the bad one with the rude guy. Dara feels quite enlightened with the laughter but her face suddenly flattens when she reads Kayla's last message, "try it yourself, install one or two."

Dara stops replying to her and gazes away, thinking…, "hmm… should I?" She taps her fingernail on the desk.

***

Dara switches her laptop off and leaves her phone on the desk while she is preparing herself to leave the house, fetching kids from school. Getting herself up from the rugs, she takes her sketchbooks and her coffee that is barely drank yet and takes a gulp or two, walking to the kitchen area. She leaves the glass and picks a pair of jeans and a sling bag

She takes a glance at the phone screen while she walks back, zipping up her jeans. "Ah, that one has done installing. What's this?" Dara puts the handle of her sling bag between her teeth, biting it, and grasps her phone reading the registration page of the Tinkle app. She grins and accidentally drops her sling bag onto her foot, "ugh, ouch!"

Dara quickly fills the registration page. And based on what Kayla told her earlier, "only a simple suggestion, but do not put your real name there," she writes 'Catwoman' as her username. And, based on Kayla's another warning, "and you better not putting your face there as well," she puts her face there, but from the side. 

***

Dara walks out and locks the door. She hears a different notification from her phone and opens it while walking to the elevator. She surprised at what she sees on the screen when she's inside the elevator and widens her eyes, "holy pepperoni…!" But she is in a bit of a rush for kids though, so she puts it back in her bag when the elevator opens and sends her to the ground floor. 

"I have never known what efforts were;
I have never known what submission referred to;
I have never known what my passion was;
I have never known what I, myself really was;
Until there was… You"
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Rewritten version
21+ alert!!!
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Dara is indeed a great submissive catch for a cold-hearted Dominant man like him, she's an innocent, a pure one to be taught, wrapped in a beautiful, petite, almost flawless appearance.
For Dara herself, this is her very first time to get into this kind of darker side.
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Being a slave means being strong. 
More than what she has become all along. 
The circumstance that Dara has never thought would be extremely challenging. 
But, by being his slave...
She finds herself.
She finds her deepest, hidden passion that she has never realized herself, before.
She finds a way to overcome.
She finally learns how to share a man, like a harem.
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Getting into the BDSM world virtually, was never her intention at all, but here she is sharing a man with girls from all over the world, in a virtual room of harems.
Jealousy, humility, degrading, among friendly, sympathetic, cooperation, partnerships, and even knowledge shared there. All of the mixing emotions of ups and downs flutter her heart and sanity. 
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Will she grow stronger and earn him?
Will she survive with all of the emotional occurrences? 

Days goes by and sunday comes. A family of three on Beverly Hills just having a breakfast in a living room, the child of this family, a 9 year old girl was reading a newspaper and see this, her parents treat this as normal occurance as there is no entertainment like smart phones or video games this era.

See his daughter seem fascinated reading a newspaper, the father feel curious and ask his daughter. " What's on the news sweetheart? I've never seen you such having those interest reading newspaper." The daughter heard her father saying that immidiately feel iritated," Dad, I'm concentrating on reading this story, you know it's really hard to read on the newspaper😤".

Hearing that, her father didn't feel angry at all and become more curious for his daughter behaviour, " Okay sweetheart, I will just wait for you finish the story and then you tell me what this is story about" her father just smiled after saying that.

The mother saw the father daughter interaction just smiled and also became interested about what her daughter read. A moment passed and the girl has read the story with happy and frustated expression on her face, see her father become curious, she began narate the story to her parents

" This short story is the best that I have read mom, dad. It's exciting and funny. I wish I got those toys mom, dad. I like Woody, Buzz, and Bo Peep, too bad it has no illustration on it and this story still has continuation and won't be released next week. But dad, newspaper story is usually different each week and I'm afraid I won't get the continuation next week."

" Yes sweety, the story is really great and I really like those Buzz Lightyear character, it remind me of my favourite movie <Star Wars>. Don't worry honey, I will call L.A. Times and make sure they will release it next week. I got some friends in there and I'm sure with my reputation they will fulfill my request."

" Thanks dad you are the best!!".

And this situation occurs at least in a thousand household in L.A. and few parts of the States that subscribing the L.A. Times.

Monday,One of the meeting rooms,L.A. Headquarters

Board directors, chairman from each newspaper section and shareholders were having monthly meeting and after reaching the end of the meeting, some of the board directors discussing some topics that recently occurs.

" I heard our sales from sunday's post has increase at least 20% from before and the one of the article became a hot topic and got good mouth to mouth reputation along the readers. More so, many of the customer want this article to be present at next week coloumn. Did anybody know about this?"

At this moment, William F. Thomas, the chief editor answer the one of the board director question. " That would be a kid section coloum Mr Bill, there is a young boy who wrote the good story and I decided to publish it to the newspaper. And my judgement is correct, this boy's story not only good for children but also adults. And don't worry Mr Bill, there will be this story on children coloumn on the next 6 weeks."

" Did you ask this kid to write another story after the story finished?" He ask. " Yes, I make sure to get this newspaper priority if he want to write another story, so if he wrote for another newspaper, we can sue them."

" How about book publisher? Did you also make request about this?"

" No sir, this is kids story afterall, few of them want to publish it and if they did, the popularity is uncomparable than put it in our paper"

" Okay then, I belive your judgement is correct. It's just a children fairy tale afterall, our newspaper are focused on bigger news."

Oh maybe soon they would find it that they were wrong but they would be to late to taste the medicine called regret.

At a same time, our hero, Alphonse is saving a damsel in distress from a mighty dragon in the castle of camelot.

" O evil dragon, I will banish thee from this face of the earth and free the beautiful princess and I will marry her and live happy ever after."

" None of you shall pass, the princess is mine."

" Let's go my fellow knight.... and knightness, we shall vanquish the dragon and and and, what is the line, I forgot....."

" It should be ' And I will free you my beautiful princess'."

" Huft, why did we play this again Laura?"

Preaent time, Al and fellow kids were playing knight and dragon in the backyard. Al, Jon, Annie and Melissa play as knight, Toby as dragon and Laura as princess.

" You promise us that we will choose what will we play today!" said Laura as she frown.

" But I thought we were going to play hide and seek and are you a little bit to old to play this. And isn't supposed to be Annie or Melissa who play princess?"

" It's all girls dream to become a princess and saved by a handsome prince you know!!"

'Bring her to 2020 and maybe she will be declared as anti-feminist or even worse, male chauvism supporter by feminazis' thought Al

At this time, Mary come and greet every kids while smilling and bring him a good news

" Congratulation Al, now you are famous."

" Did my story succed?"

" More than succed, now everybody knew that the one who wrote <Toy Story> was you and many publishing book are interested on making a book and pitcure book from your story. They ask to get authorization from you and they will design everything. We can get at least $50.000 for this authorization and I'll make sure they only got book and pitcure book authorization. Other things like toys and cartoon will be still held by you."

" Wow awesome, but Mary, make sure I'm the one who draw the characters and I will be the one who wrote the book and it's sequel and if I did this, can I get a cash and dividend at least 20%?"

" You can also draw the characters? That is even better, but 20% is hard but I can make sure you get at least 10%. That's the dividend from famous author and with me, I can make it happen. I know some of publishing house and once it was my client."

" You want to make another stories Al?" Said little Annie

" Yes of course Annie, not only that, I can buy you many dolls and candies with my writing."

" Really?". Then he nods. " Yippie, Al gonna buy us more dolls and candies with his stories, now go Al! Make more stories!" , ' This girl 😑, I think she is too much playing with Laura'

" How about the L.A Times Mary?"

" How about them?"

" I mean the story priority, I think we promise them the next story will be handed to them."

" Don't worry Al, we only promise them one story and we don' t promise anything about publishing house. Well technically, they don't know how capable I am haha."

' Okay, increase vigilance output to 50% more when with Mary'," When will we negotiate with them? I need some time to make the stroyboard and draw the pitcure."

" On early August Al, I have made an appointment with them, just relax, I'll make sure to get enough benefit, now go on continue to play, I'll help Mrs K to prepare a dinner."

" Thank you Mary."

From this time, most of the kids who grew up in 80s will know Alphonse Brandt, the famous author of the <Al's Collection of Short Stories> and other books and novel he will write.

To Be Continued.....

Don't be too serious while reading this fic.

New Cover Credited to LordValmar.

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A man suffering from pancreatic cancer lay in his bed weakly. Believe that he will never survive, he made a wish on his birth/deathday to become the best filmmaker and become rich on his next life if there is.

A normal boy, who wanted live a genuine life, carrying a mysterious past and future.

Suddenly they woke up in the one body and one mind in year 1980.

Watch him as he becomes the greatest filmmaker and the King of Hollywood

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The next morning I was heading off to school when my mom Came up to me and said "Sabrina please try to write more creative when writing stories Today. You only have one week left before summer vacation.  Olivia's dad also called last night and said that you are really scaring Olivia and  he wants you to stop." 
Olivia is my best Friend and she always loves my scary stories when I tell them at Lunch and on the bus. A bunch of other kids also came over to hear them too! Well I guess not that many kids have been coming over anymore, and Olivia has also been acting a little scared and annoyed when hearing them. 
I just couldn't believe how much my mom was telling me to stop!
"I'll try to write "better" in class. Olivia and everyone else loves my scary stories! I'll try not to tell stories today, but if anyone asks me to tell one I have to!" I said as I walked out the door. My mom didn't look very happy though. 

I walked down to the bus stop to see Olivia there. Lily took a different bus cause she still goes to elementary school. 
"Hi Olivia! Are you ready for the last week of school? I think some ghosts come out at this time though." I said, but Olivia just rolled her eyes and said "Come on Sabrina! Your stories are really starting to drive me crazy.".
"I'm telling the truth! Ghosts of kids who got expelled return to our school to get revenge on the teachers and our principal Mrs. Newman." I Said in a scary voice. 
Suddenly the bus arrived and we got on. Olivia and I found a spot where we sat together, and then I continued my story. 
"I'm not joking around this time! Evil spirits of expelled kids come and mess things up. Teachers come into the room to find their stuff all over the floor. Students like us also notice that their stuff is missing." I said. 
As I continued my story a few kids sitting in the seats in front and behind us came a little closer and started to listen. 
After a little while of telling the story we arrived at school, and as the kids got off the bus they looked pretty scared. We went into school, put our stuff in our lockers, and  then Olivia and I headed off to English class.

We came in and Olivia and I sat down. Our teacher  Ms. Malthaner always has us start off by writing something in a journal and then reading it out loud if we wanted to. I love to write creepy stories to scare the other kids in class but Ms. Malthaner isn't very happy about it. As soon as I picked up my pencil  Ms. Malthaner came over and said "Sabrina can you please try not to write a scary story today? If you do please don't read it out loud.".
"OK. I'll try to see if I have any "good" ideas in my mind today." I said. 
After a while of trying to think of something to write I got pretty bored. Then suddenly I got a pretty sneaky idea of how to scare Olivia. 
I raised my hand and said  "Ms. Malthaner can I please have a hall pass? I have to go to the bathroom."
"Ok. Here you go." She said and then she handed me a pass. 
I went out the door and then snuck up to Olivia's locker. Our lockers don't have locks on them so I opened Olivia's locker and took out her lunchbox. Then I hid it in my locker. 
I didn't have to go to the bathroom that much but I still went so that I wouldn't need another hall pass later. Then I went back to class. 

Olivia and I sat next to each other for the rest of English class. I was pretty bored most of time but after a little while I started to get more interested in it. Olivia was sure into class and writing a lot though. After English came Science and then it was time for lunch. 
Olivia opened her locker and started searching everywhere for her lunchbox. 
"I know that I put my lunchbox right here!" She said. 
"Yeah. I saw you put it in too. Maybe the ghost of an expelled kid came and took it." I said in a creepy voice. 
"Oh come on! Stop telling so many stories Sabrina." Olivia said as she rolled her eyes. 
"Fine. If you don't believe me I feel bad for you though." I said. 
Then I opened my locker to see Olivia's lunchbox. 
"Hey Olivia! Your lunchbox is in my locker!" I said pretending to be surprised.

"I bet one of those ghost teenagers came and moved it!" I said. 
Olivia looked terrified at first but after a minute she just rolled her eyes and said "Oh come on Sabrina. I bet you just moved it in English class when you "went to the bathroom"."
"No I didn't!" I said. 
"Come on Sabrina.  Let's just go to lunch." Olivia said and then we headed off to the cafeteria.

 As the sun was setting and day slowly became night, a boy could be seen wandering the halls of the public library. One couldn't see his face covered by a his giant hood but could always see the shine in his eyes when he read a book. He was always in the library during any given time. It started as a hobby but overtime his visits became more frequent, now this is where he spent most of his days.

  He had read almost every book there was within the five levels of this giant library but he hadn't had enough, he wanted more. He yearned for stories and knowledge it didn't matter what it was, it could be medical books or even books about heroes, he would read everything and absorb every word and book he could get his hands on. Looking for more to read he wandered through the library. He searched for something else to read to sate his  hunger, from shelf to shelf he prowled like a panther stalking his prey not letting a single thing out of his sight.

As he wandered he found a section of the library he hadn't seen before, on the fifth level at the back and darkest part of the library was a section of dusty books. The section he arrived at was called [rejects], each book that was there were determined to have no use or weren't relevant anymore. However to Jun En this was a treasure trove. Why didn't he notice this before?

He quietly sat down on the ground and started grabbing every book from the reject section reading it at a speed that was not humanely possible. He absorbed the information and satires that were there. By the end he had finished reading most of the books in the section. Wondering what else to do he got up to look for more books in the [reject] section. As he searched he found a book hiding at the back of the dark and dusty shelf at the furthest corner of the section, difficult to notice with the naked eye. A glint of a shining dark purple and silver hue slowly shined from the book and at that moment he heard a voice.


"Do you want power?"


What was that…


"Do you want more stories"

"Do you want the freedom to not be shackled by society to be able to just do what you want?"

What the banana was this thing talking about? Sure I like freedom but I just want to stop being so bored, there is nothing interesting in normal life only stories give me sustenance but it's not enough. Besides I still have to take care of my family I'm not sure I have time.

As if knowing what he thought the voice spoke again

"I'll give it to, your life will never be boring again, and you'll have the power to keep your family safe at the same time"


"Do you accept?"


Ho. At that moment despite the largely sketchy origins at the voice hearing the a grin appeared on his face, on one hand this could implicate him negatively, on the other hand if he got involved interesting things may happen. Beyond that he could better protect and help his family. After some consideration Jun En replied.


Give it to me


He felt trapped in his daily life he never could understand why he was so average he wanted more for his family for himself he wanted freedom to move to climb. He wanted stimulation to his boring existence, but  he wanted to be able to protect and support his family in the case his parents couldn't work anymore as well.


He looked at the glint once again, the book hidden behind countless others was now pulsating, with each pulse his heart beat louder and louder.


"Let's make a deal kid"

The sinister voice whispered words that made him grin even more. He reach his hand  to the back of his book shelf.


Let's


The book disappeared the moment he touched it turning into a cloud of dust. The dust made contact with his sin and started seeping into his skin.

His eyes started to change as it became a dark purple hue before changing colours to a silver hue then back to brown.

"Hello contractor you can call me Dev, the devourer"



It was already 6pm the library was almost closing down.

  Ah crap I gotta get back home before my mother nags at me. Jun En ran out of the library weaving through tables and shelfs in order to find the most optimal path out.

"Jun En stop running in the library and even if you are going to do so do so quietly" said the librarian with a smile.



*****
The librarian's name Abel, he knew Jun En well as he often frequented the library. The boy always came and spend the whole day reading books and stories from sunrise till sun down. While most people played games nowadays Jun En still loved reading more than anything else.

Abel recalled that day when he first met Jun En. He asked why he always set in the middle of a pile of books and read. He never went out with friends nor played games nor even read comics he just read books.


"Because there is a freedom in reading books don't you think?"


That was the response Abel got from boy. The boy wasn't much he had average looks, he stood to 182 cm a little shorter than Abel. Had jet black hair and always came in to the library wearing a hoody some long jogging pants and sneakers. To be honest he had terrible fashion sense.

What fascinated Abel was the child's fascination of books and stories. At first he thought the child was just looking for stories cause he didn't have a strong story of his own seeking power hopelessly.

However the more he watched the more he could that Jun En just loved stories there was nothing to it he wasn't obsessing over power he just loved books and stories.

*sigh* you don't see kids like that anymore. No one understands the true essence of stories or books, nowadays kids just use them for power.


*****


Jun En ran out the main glass door of the Library.

Ok calm down, it's 6:05pm if I run to the flight-way and assuming I make it on time I can get on by give or take 6:10. From there it's a 30 minute ride plus a 15 minute walk back home. I would be back home by 6:55 but if I run I'm sure I can cut that down by 7 minutes.

Jun En kneeled down re-tied his shoelaces and put on his hood. He looked at his watched as the seconds ticked by.


Tick, tick, tick


He launched off dashing as hard as he could weaving through the crowd of moving pedestrians. Left, right and left again he quickly shifted his wait to move faster and cut down the time it takes to turn.
As he ran he saw the stairs upwards to the flight-way. Despite not being special Jun En had decently good eyesight, or so he thought. It was more of a combination of average eyesight and guessing far away signs.

As he ran up the stairs he tried to make up the time to arrival on the sign at the top of the long fight of stairs.


Now that is either an 8 or 3.  So 8 minutes or 3 minutes till the flight train arrives. Well I'm not going to take any chances let's go.

He dashed upwards the stairs with all his strength however despite his burst of speed from the library to the stairs of the flight train station he had horrible stamina.

By the time he was halfway up the stair he was breathing so heavily and panting that people who saw just stared in pity.

Ah crap maybe I should have exercised more often. He saw the flight train arriving and ran even harder. His legs and mussels tensed up and his sweat dripped off his face.


*pant**pant**pant*


I made it yes woooo

He threw his arms in the air, but as his did so the doors to the flight train started too close.

O nononono wait

Jun En dashed towards the train and turned to his side attempting to squeeze himself between the doors.


*dush*


The doors came to a close and Jun En made however his hoody started to show sweat stains and his breathing got heavier.

Ahhhh I did it

He checked his watch 6:11 good enough.

As he stumbled in the flight train completely drained he found a seat next to the window and sat down.

Outside he could see everything the whole city


"Pono" the city known as the city of truth. The city or the whole world had advanced by leaps and bounds in technology. The year was 2155. Flying cars were now a reality however they resembled more of moving ovals with useless circles for wheels more than anything else. The creators wanted to keep the aesthetic of cars and left the "wheels" on.


The flight-train was also another example of this technological advancement. As the name suggest it basically looked like a flying train or a very long subway train moving through the sky like a noodle. Using advanced electromagnetic technology, which essentially allowed the train to move freely in the air within the confines of the city of course.

People no longer depended on gas as they have found a new source of renewable energy, and this was due to stories too.

The discovery of stories had changed the world technological advancements grew and with the world entered a new age. Everything became digital and more complex.

Stories or the new power they granted became the foundation for anything and everything in the world.


Now what were stories, well stories were well stories. It was a mystical power that came out of nowhere. Stories were imbued with power and granted people such power, some became smarter other became stronger, among these stories legendary stories existed as well and came to grant even greater power.

Stories were either earned, created or inherited. Depending on the story the power of a story or the power granted by a story could fit certain situations. Stories of great inventors were passed down to their descendants creating unprecedented technological advancements in travel creating the flight train and flying cars. Other stories led to technological improvements.

This lead to humanity's advancements in basically everything. However with the sudden appearance of the power of stories came the regs. Regs were beings and beasts that not much was known about, they were thought to be driven to destroy humanity and consume everything in their path. Nobody knew where they came from nor their reason, but it seemed as if they were sent to balance the sudden power that humanity was gifted with.

Of course despite that humanity learnt to fight back and harness the power of stories. Cities built walls and forcefields to keep out Regs and sent out teams of tellers to hunt Regs. Tellers were people who had stories which were stronger than the norm and could easily defeat regs.

While stories became more commonplace a new type of unspoken divide took place. As more stories appeared, the variety of abilities or powers one could posses started to increase however this started to cause a divide within society as well. Stories would be deemed as either useful or useless, dividing society to two groups Powers and Zeros. Powers were those deemed to be Useful while Zeros were people with stories which were deemed as useless or less useful to society.

Jun En was the latter of the bunch. Despite this he didn't care while people got more useful stories he remained the same with or without. Of course he did yearn to be like a main protagonist in the countless stories he read, but it was fine. He loved stories as it was and he was okay with his life. However if he ever got the chance to become the protagonist to grow stronger he would still take it. It would much better living his current life.

Much much better.

He always read books and novels, he read everything that he could get his hands on, uninterested in modern life.

Why?

Cause modern life was nothing like those stories, he wasn't the protagonist nor the antagonist, he didn't have a power that made him stand out, he couldn't protect and provide for his family and his story was low tier garbage.

Stories currently ruled the world and granting powers to many and "Tellers" stood on top of this world, however he didn't have a useful story. He came from an an average family, an average home with an average life. He isn’t from a tragic background nor is he from a beautiful beginning. 

Honestly he felt like an extra. 

He wandered through countless libraries and bookstores in search for more stories for something to spark anything in his life until...

 “Come give me your stories, let me consume your stories to sate my hunger and If you are worthy you shall be given my power”

 Well well well something interesting just appeared...

Next morning
-5 am

The nightmares haunting me again. *Sigh* I couldn't get a proper sleep these days. I opened my laptop to check any e-mails from my friend, Jace. There is this girl in my Jace's little brother's creative writing named Sophie. Recently, she has been writing some stories which are even starting to creep the teacher out.

I have always been fascinated by these things. I grew up believing in the paranormal. Even after playing many crappy urban legends games, I never encountered any such things since then.

I have been reading these stories for a few weeks now, at first they just started as a normal princess story. It's better than those crappy copies of the latest movie stories by other kids, but it soon took a dark turn.

Cordelia and Ophelia are two Princesses who live in decrepit Castle in a far off land. They spend their days stealing fruits and meats from the town's marketplace, despite being the daughters of the King. In the first story, I read about the Princesses daring exploits; they had been caught trying to steal from the mean old fishmonger, but he'd let them go in a panic after he'd realised she was the King's daughter. The teacher gave Sophie an A on it, it was refreshing to read something with a little imagination for once. 

The next Friday, however, the story took a darker turn; I was introduced to the "Smiling Man". The Smiling Man is never described in detail, he's just this presence in her stories that only Cordelia can see. Sophie would interject him into scenes without much thought, like the story where Cordelia had to find medicine in the town for Ophelia. The Smiling Man is standing by Ophelia's bed when Cordelia leaves and then she sees him in the forest.

The teacher after reading the story became more worried. I asked my friend's brother to find out more this Smiling Man character from Sophie.

"Who is this character?", he asked her.

She just shrugged as if she hadn't thought about it much.

"What does he do? I mean surely you didn't just put a character like him in without a point?"

"He's just always…there. I dunno…"

I received another 3 or 4 stories like this. Cordelia and Ophelia would be off on an adventure while the King was away, the Obsidian Man would always be close by and not interfering. Then I received the story "The Obsidian Man Steps Forward"

The Obsidian Man starts whispering to Princess Cordelia in the night. She tries to ignore him at first but describes how she can't sleep with his voice in her head, a voice that's so low in a tone she can fell it in her stomach.

"I don't want to listen to, but I have to. It must belong to a God" Cordelia says.

I met her myself a few time, I noticed Sophie's paling face and darkening eyes. She wouldn't say much in class, and when she did she'd usually burst into fits of tears. Her hair grew unkempt and her uniform untidier as the days went by. Eventually, I had to say something, so I told Jace; who in turn contacted her father.

Principal and the teacher sat down with the guy one Friday afternoon in Mr.Smith; the teacher's classroom after Sophie's agreed to meet us. I told him of my concerns, that Sophie may be writing these stories to express some troubles that she was suffering.

Mr Stirling told them that Sophie and her little sister had become more and more reclusive since his wife and him and separated. He told that he'd been worried himself, but with 2 kids and 2 jobs he hadn't had much time to talk to her about it.

The principal suggested that Mr Stirling was the "King", Sophie was Cordelia, her sister Ophelia and the Smiling Man was a metaphor for the parents' divorce; a looming presence that Sophie couldn't stop thinking about. He told me to try and encourage Sophie to keep writing about it, that it could be a form of meditation for her. Mr Stirling seemed happy enough with that, but I wasn't convinced. He was just a guy trying to do the best for his family.

"Sophie would never steal!", he almost shouted when the Principal pointed out the stories where the Smiling Man had convinced her to go to the marketplace and take whatever she wanted. 

I am still not convinced about this. The stories got darker and darker as the weeks went on and I started to notice a recurring theme in the stories. The King was never around, he'd always be off fighting battles or getting drunk at these grand feasts. The Obsidian Man would make Cordelia do awful things to her little sister Ophelia; he'd whisper in her ear until she just had to obey him to make him stop. Then she'd force Ophelia to drink soured milk until she was sick. She'd prod her legs with tacks and hold her head under the bathwater until she came back up sputtering and crying. Cordelia wanted to stop but she couldn't, it was as if the Smiling Man was her puppeteer. The King never suspected a thing.

The story would always end with the Smiling Man asking Cordelia to make him a gift to show her love for him. She'd make jewellery from old bottles and paper while he watched on from behind, his dark presence always felt and never seen.

I am gravely concerned for Sophie's little sister, Monica.

*Sigh*

Let's leave it at that. For now...

***********************

-Time skip
-School cafeteria

I looked around at everyone having their lunch, and spotted a handsome brunette tall guy around my age; eating his meal alone. It's Jace. Jace is the captain of the basketball team and is fairly popular, it's just that he doesn't get along with most people. 

"Hey, Jace.", I said as put my lunch tray on the table and sat opposite to him.

"What now?", said Jace rolling his eyes.

I smirked and replied, " The latest story."

Jace: "I'll e-mail it to you. After I get my hands on it."

Me: "I need it as soon as possible."

Jace: "Damn, you are obsessed with this girl. She is ten, dude."

Me: "You know, I don't care about the girl. I care about what's happening with her."

Jace sighed and said, "Fine... Let me contact Mike. She will surely write a new creepy story in today's writing class."

Like any other planet with a sentient population, Earth went through the process of developing technology, conducting wars, and making loads of money off of people's existential crises. 
Earth was as typical a planet as any other, until in 1994 when the Library of the Multiverse opened its doors and spewed out its books containing the stories and adventures of heroes and villains from across the multiverse. 
The books weren't just stories, they had the power to synchronize with human beings. People started calling these books Multi Vs. 
When a Multi V synched with a human, the human could focus on the ability or skill held by one of the characters in the book, and that ability or skill would become theirs. 
After that, they would never be able to synch with that book again. It meant they had one shot to get something good. 
A first time Collector also had to consider was the direction they wanted their ability hierarchy to go in. 
If you chose a person who was a scientist and you wanted their genius; you couldn't then synch with a book to get a magical ability. 
You couldn't be both a scientist and a warlock. You had to go down one path or the other. 
There were also some abilities that were impossible to acquire. The most notable exception is Time Travel. Those who attempted to gain the knowledge to create a time machine were often driven mad. 
It took the people of Earth a little while to figure this out. There were a lucky few who were clear on the path they wanted to travel down or they were just lucky in their selections. 
These first Collectors became the top powers on Earth. Known as the V-Kings or V-Queens and they were the rulers of Earth. 
For the most part, most of them didn't bother messing too much with the governments they took over. 
There were some who radically made changes and others who just replaced the previous dictator as the new dictator. 
In the United States of America, its V-King, George Lincoln an African American, took the role of a public servant. 
He believed in democracy and felt he shouldn't interfere with the government Americans spent many generations and lots of blood protecting and developing. 
He was known amongst most Americans as Mr. Patriot. 
Arlington, Texas was the number one growing city in the US in the nineties. Now, it was clogged with traffic up and down I-20, and on almost any of its major roads. 
The main mall was always crowded with people. Even though it was updated and expanded over the years, the extra room quickly filled with people as if patrons took it as a personal challenge to fill the place up! 
In South Arlington, at Sam Houston High School, Jay Reeves was closing his locker and heading to his second period Geology class. 
Jay's locker was filled with papers, trash, and even dirty socks. Like most boys his age, he was a mess. It was a point of pride to have such a disgusting locker. 
Of course, it had its downside. He was always trying to stuff the falling papers back into his locker. He spent more time shoving papers into his locker than he did grabbing his books for class. 
Jay's locker was on the second floor, so he didn't have to go up to any stairs to get to class. 
He did not like Geology. It was mainly focused on looking at rocks and talking about boring things like, well, geology. He remembered when science class taught you cool stuff about dinosaurs and other things.  
His favorite class happened after Lunch, English! His dad told him that before Multi Vs most kids hated English class. 
Reading was much more boring when it was just reading. Now, reading could make you strong. Who didn't love to read?
It was hard to believe there's was a time before Multi Vs. He could imagine how boring life was. Of course, the reading they did in English wasn't reading Multi Vs. 
Even though there were a lot of Multi Vs in the world, there weren't so many that you could find them in every Middle School in America. Not to mention America, even the rest of the world didn't have enough books to do that. 
The Multi-Vs were stored in the capital of every State in America. If you lived in Texas, you had to go to Austin to get access to the Multi Vs. 
Every library holding Multi Vs in the world had the exact same books. They were just translated into the regional language. An epic tale about a Japanese hero, for example, could also be found in any American Multi V library. 
Oh, that was another point, ever Multi V was from another Earth in the multiverse. Of course, that didn't mean there weren't some weird alien books. 
Something people noticed, though, was people typically did better with Multi Vs originally written in their native language. Most Americans chose English literature books. 
America entered a Renaissance of English literature classics. Of course, this made the English speaking European countries extra snooty, but whatever. 
Another point, kids weren't allowed to synch with Mult Vs until they reached fifteen. Scientists determined the physical and mental growth of kids at fifteen was the best age for boys to synch with their first Multi V. 
Girls were ready at fourteen but it was decided to keep things simple and wait until both boys and girls were fifteen before they read their first Multi V. 
At least, that's how it was in the US and many other male-dominant countries. 
There were exceptions to this rule of course and those exceptions were spelled M-O-N-E-Y. 
Most kids who had the money to get early access to Multi Vs didn't tend to go to public school. There were exceptions of course but those were rare. 
At their school, the exception was Alejandra Reyes. She was agreed to be the most beautiful girl in the school. 
Even if she didn't have the status of Collector she would still be popular because of her good looks. 
Although her relentless steely resolve on the matter of justice caused some people to groan when they saw her. 
Jay never thought much about her, she was way out of his league. 
Even though most kids turned 15 by the end of their freshman year, the school waited until the beginning of their sophomore year in High School before they let the kids read their first Multi V. 
Every year schools across Texas would send their sophomore High School students to Austin Texas. They would step into President George W. Bush Multi V Library. 
Originally, it was called William J. Clinton Multi V Library because the Library of the Multiverse delivered its gift during his presidency. 
In fact, most Mult V libraries around the country named their library after Clinton. When George Bush won the election in 2000, they immediately changed it to George W. Bush Multi V Library.
Texans felt no one would miss having one less William J. Clinton Multi V Library. Besides, most Texans didn't miss having him as president. 
What had Jay especially excited today is he learned that a week from the upcoming Friday, it would be his class's turn to make their trip to Austin. 
This meant taking a bus there with his friends, limited adult supervision, and romantic opportunities that such a trip naturally made available. Best of all, he would synch with his first Multi V and become a collector!

Like any other planet with a sentient population, Earth went through the process of developing technology, conducting wars, and making loads of money off of people's existential crises. 

Earth was as typical a planet as any other, until the Library of the Multiverse opened its doors and spewed out its books containing the stories and adventures of heroes and villains from across the multiverse. 

Now, human beings have the chance to change their destiny by synchronizing with Multi Vs, the magic books that can give a person the power to exceed the normal and become the King or Queen of the Universe!

Previously on Writer's Chatgroup…

LickMyShoes: What you write impacts the reader and it is an author's responsibility to know what kind of message their novel is giving out to others.

Sleepis4theWeak: True. But, it is the reader's own decision to be influenced or not. Either way, both have responsibilities and own mind.

Murakami Takai: Our brains seek out the "lesson" that is told through story. And if that "lesson" is saying, "**** is good and normal and you should do it," then go figure.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: That's like saying it's a child's own decision to do drugs when their parents are both drug addicts.

CoolGuySan: People are influenced by things we have no control over.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It's not just ****, but pedophilia as well.

CoolGuySan: Like reaaally shitty.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If a pedophile is exposed to a culture where pedophilia and **** are normalized, a bunch of unfortunate kids are going to be needing therapy pretty soon.

Sleepis4theWeak: It is a shitty thing done by shitty people.

CoolGuySan: Also I know for a fact that younger audiences read here.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Younger audiences are curious as well. You think an r-18 tag is gonna stop them? Of course not.

[A/N: It's true. If there are young authors, there are also young readers. The youngest author I know in the discord chatroom is around 13-14 years old.]

Sleepis4theWeak: Tagging of r18 doesn't help.

TrueDawn: Man r-18 content on WN should be removed.

Elyon saw the name and he knew that the time has come. Mod 'TrueDawn' has finally stepped in.

Murakami Takai: Oh boy.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: If you use "f*ck" more than once it's automatically rated R.

SpicyGinger: Author responsibility? Srsly? Then what about those famous stories where the protagonist commits suicide and it ends with that? Is it promoting suicide? Is the author wrong?

Mr.DropDeadSexy: By most country guidelines 'Glorifying' suicide is a huge problem.

TrueDawn: *sigh* Guys. 

Mr.DropDeadSexy: When 13 Reasons came out, there was huge outrage.

Truedawn: Just stop this discussion.

SpicyGinger: That's just a wrong pov…

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Many psychologists said it was incredibly problematic and never should've been released.

Truedawn: I don't want this to become an argument between which one is better. I do agree that glorifying things that shouldn't be glorified is wrong. Like suicide, ****, pedophilia and so on.

SpicyGinger: In a story for kids... sure there is responsibility... but for an adults work... the writer can depict whatever he wants.

Truedawn: Plus authors should really think of what they're giving to readers. r-13, r-16, r-18 it doesn't stop young people from reading it at all even adults get affected.

CoolGuySan: Honestly they're just bigger kids with bigger problems.

SpicyGinger: @CoolGuySan But they are adults. They can make their own decisions.

CoolGuySan: Adults don't always make the right decisions.

Zenith: Neither sides are totally innocent or totally guilty. 

WWfire: Can we stop? This is why censorship is a debate. *facepalm emoticon*

Zenith: It's a choice from either sides.

Truedawn: People have their own beliefs and it's not our fault if they believe in that or not. Mr.DropDeadSexy, SpicyGinger, stop. Let's just all calm down. 

Elyon sighed as he read the comments. Truedawn has drawn the line and it means that the discussion has come to an end. The authors also want to change the subject. CoolGuySan decided to initiate the change and threw some random topic to start a new discussion. 

CoolGuySan: U've all seen endgame?

Truedawn: Nope.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: Endgame was trash the end.

CoolGuySan: What? Y? *cry emoticon*

Zenith: Lel. I liked it.

Truedawn: I heard Antman entered Thanos' ass was that true?

[A/N: That would really be interesting if it happened.]

Mr.DropDeadSexy: It would've been better if he did.

Truedawn: aww anyways for Ironman.

Zenith: It was more like a tribute to fans than an actual movie.

Mr.DropDeadSexy: The amount of plotholes in endgame — some writers in this discord could've done a better job.

CoolGuySan: Anyway u guys read any good novels lately?

Elyon: Yes, mine. Shamelessly promote own novel lmao.

Zenith: @CoolGuySan Yeah. I was reading my novel. I usually don't say the truth so loud.

CoolGuySan: My short attention span is my biggest problem honestly.

WWFire: Me, a student trying to save money, didn't watch, Black Panther and Endgame *derp emoticon*

Truedawn: Me, no money, can't watch hence.

Elyon: Why would you watch black panther when you have pink panther?

The discord chatroom resumed their happy go lucky ways and another episode has ended…or was it?

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A few days passed since that heated debate on the Writer's Discord Chatroom. Elyon was curious and asked the other authors who were not present during that debate the question "What is a Story?" The answers he got were quite tame, compared to the ones he had back then.

Elyon: What is a story to you as an author? *points imaginary microphone to a baby dragon*

Zehel2218: For me as a reader, novel is everything that makes me want to live on.

Cultivator_Requiem: But a story can be a ship to another world! Or a message from the past! Or a stupid creation of a 11-year-old edgy kid!

Longsun Fullmetal: There are many different forms of a story. All of them with a different purpose and goal. Some of them merely seek to entertain, others wish to send a message. 

Some are about inspiring while others seek to cause specific emotions of the readers, Many stories were made by people who are disappointed with the "real world", reflecting what's happening around them inside their story, maybe wishing to escape it or suggesting a solution to the world's problems. The list is endless.

There are so many different types of stories we could keep this up all day honestly. But I think we can agree on one thing. A story is either enjoyable or not.

[A/N: Oooof! I had to dig for your "epic comment" Longsun.]

Elyon: Too hardcore.

Zehel2218: @Longsun Fullmetal Nice one.

Sleepteddy: I need to improve my English, for the sake of my reader's health.

Adorable miaomiao11: Me too.

Murakami Takai: me 3.

Zehel2218: me 4.

[A/N: me 5. ]

Mishak: Stories are escape from reality.

Cultivator_Requiem: But there is one thing that is not part of a good story, FILLERS.

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Author's Thoughts

When I decided to start writing Writer's Chatgroup, this particular episode on the discord chat made a deep impression on me. If I remember correctly, It was just a week after I joined the server.

Everyone is entitled to their opinion. It is their right, their choice and something that they need to decide on their own. Most of the time, arguments and debates are often caused by conflicting opinions. 

Even outside the boundaries of the discord chatroom, these conflicts happen. One good example of this is voting for politicians (President, Senators, etc.) You'd be surprised that sometimes your friends, family, relatives, classmates, acquaintances, co-workers (name it you have it!) will not always agree with you on your choice of candidates.

There are times when you get "heated discussion and debates" on why this particular politician is good, why he/she is bad, so on and so forth~

So why am I telling you this stuff? Mmm, it's because I don't want the authors of the discord chatroom to kil- *cough* I don't want the readers to judge their favorite authors for voicing their opinions and beliefs. 

We as authors write our stories so we can pass a message to you, so we can entertain you, so we can give you something to do when you're bored and have free time to spare. 

In turn, we get happy if people read our stories. Just like what the author PoeticPenguin shared in a comment in one of the chapters of Writer's Chatgroup.

"I can't make someone laugh so I have defaulted to make my readers interested. Also, I wholeheartedly agree with you. A comment is basically 300 dollars plus bragging rights. Wait no, more than that. It's also a glimpse of heaven on earth."

~PoeticPenguin

So my beloved readers, please give us that $300 plus bragging rights. It helps pay the bills and make both of us happy. It's a Win-Win for everybody!

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Meet and Greet some of the aspiring authors of WebNovels!
Discord Chatgroup : https://discord.gg/sBHSFVm

Have you ever wondered what your favorite Authors in Web Novels do during their free time? Don't forget that Authors are humans too and they have their own quirks and opinions. 

How can those Domineering CEO's that you love to read even compare to the manliness of our drop dead gorgeous authors who cries like little babies when they are stressed out and can't write anything due to Writer's Block!? Cultivation Chat Group can't even compare! 

Join our fearless Author Elyon as he show you a world filled with Frustrations, Stress, Anxiety, and Procrastination! 

WELCOME to The Webnovel Writer's Chatgroup!
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