Webnovel Author: CatsCanWrite - Novel Collection

In fact, there's even plenty of newcomer authors that feel like it's incredibly difficult for them to write a short, several hundred word long essay, or to write an end-of-year reflection. But, when such newcomer authors try writing webnovels for the first time, they find their minds clearing up, with the ability to write like they are possessed, with storyline flowing out from under their proverbial pens just like a stream of water. Newcomers like these naturally don't need to read a beginner level guide like this one, either.

Book of Authors

Urban · WEBNOVEL_OFFICIAL

Still, not everyone needs beginner level guides, even if they're a pure newcomer. Of course, if you're an established author who has experience writing long novels, feel free to ignore this article and move on to the next one, regardless of whether or not your story was successful. Or, perhaps you've never written long novels, but have the natural talent to write as easily as you drink water. In that case, there's no need for you to read this beginner level article anymore.

Book of Authors

Urban · WEBNOVEL_OFFICIAL

weak. Because she was short, even a tiny drop of power would make her more powerful. One sec, lemme explain. So the shorter you are, the closer your power will be to grouped, meaning that you will use one short but very powerful burst of power. While taller people, they have their power farther apart, so they unleash long, weaker bursts. Only the super skilled can manipulate their power to do short, powerful bursts. Same goes for short people, but for long, weaker bursts. Okay, now let's resume the tale of this kid. By now she had reached the end of the portal. She found herself in a blizzard. Great, she thought. She was only wearing short sleeves and leggings. They had been on a vacation near Loputa Island. It was meant to be hot. Then the storm had hit and left her in this horrible situation. Storms pretty much never appeared near Loputa Island. It was like a once every century thing. She was so unlucky. She would freeze to death by the end of the day. She shivered. Then she looked around. Where was her brother!? Hadn't she tied herself to him. She looked at the ground. The rope was ripped in two. She untied the knot, then she started to shiver. She needed to warm up. She needed to work out. She found an old tree log. She dragged it to a spot. She gathered more logs, and she started to warm up. Then Crysanthe started to dig. She dug in the snow. She dug deeper. Farther and farther. Soon she was able to stand in the hole without her head poking out. Now she started to make it wider, not deeper. By now her hands were numb, but at least she was working out. It was getting too hard to throw the snow up so high, so she compacted the walls that she wouldn't be digging in. When she was satisfied that it was wide enough she stopped. She dug small holes in the wall, trust her, that was hard. Then Crysanthe used them to climb up. She gathered the strongest branches from the wood, and kicked them off. She realized that after lugging all those trees she had started to develop muscle. She dropped them down the hole, then jumped down after them. She angled her feet to land on the one patch of snow that wasn't covered in branches. She dug a shape in the wall, it was a ladder. It didn't go all the way up, but it would have to do. She stuck the branches in, then filled in the gaps with snow and ice. Now she had a ladder. She climbed up, testing the ladder. It worked! She then got up and stripped the bark from all the logs. She dropped it down, then decided to jump instead of using the ladder. She spent the rest of the morning lining the hole with bark, except the bottom. Wait, morning? She noticed that when she got to the blizzard it was morning. How? She must have spent more time than she realized stuck in the portal. She also observed that the blizzard had stopped a while back, but she had been too focused on her work to notice. It was almost time for bed. She grabbed branches and piled them on the bottom to use as a bed. She was so tired that she fell asleep in seconds. In her dream she felt a presence. It had a powerful aura. She knew it could potentially be dangerous, so she stepped backwards.

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Trial Marriage Husband: Need to Work Hard

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Trial Marriage Husband: Need to Work Hard

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