Strong For Too Long Trilogy ✔️

Book 1: The Erudite Functionality

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Thank you - I am writing this because I have seen my stories on a profile website that mirrors Wattpad, known as 'Truyen' and has my work posted on it without permission, only because it is a mirrored site. I did not post or write on this site and I do not trust it either. Thank you all so much.

Let's begin, shall we?

CHAPTER 1: Reign In The Ashes

The sentence you are currently reading has the potential to undermine your capability in the knowledge of literature and your bland consciousness to understand my dementedly destroyed mind, all thanks to my biological upbringing of erudite functionality.

I want to know if that sentence not only mentally, emotionally but, also physically made you want to avoid understanding the rest of my highly incomprehensible, foreign lifestyle that made me want to become a trained serial killer...just to get away from my parents.

I want to know if anyone has actually concluded a thought that provoked defensive violence as a stroke in a calculative career opportunity and basically to make a lot of money in a seriously short timespan, and didn't have to sleep in the basement of your caregivers house? This is rhetorical, but if you need someone to talk to, check all my followers, they may be able to help you out. Anyway, I was reading what was the most inventive way to lure my readers, or hopefully my readers into a story that visualises my life.

I was told, or more likely, informed to resist the urge to start the narrative too early, for example, setting an overdramatic scene of waking up to what will probably be a soul-sucking, demolishing day ahead. The character begins with the stroke of an alarm, a bleeding grunt of a beep, if you will, and from then on, you think 'How many fictional characters are happy early morning risers?'

It's the same stuff, in a different format, written in a different structure, but ultimately with the same damn outcome.

Another was-and I quote-'remember that small hooks catch more fish than big ones'-this in other words says that if you start too high in a novel, a book, or a tale of oneself...if you're all for formality...you'll most likely go downhill from then on. So, if I begun this story with a cranky old bus driver disrupting my sleep on the way to this new Academy I signed up for, you would assume, my character is not a morning person and I'm on the road to delinquency. Or perhaps a school for nonobservant, neglected failures and please start laughing, because jokes on me, I signed up for this shit.

Last but, not least, avoid getting ahead of the reader-yeah, that's you, dipshit! Whether you're holding a tablet, an iPad, iPhone, desktop, laptop even some sort of space-alien type of technology that gives you the ability to read this sentence, I'm still freaking talking about you.

I cannot, under any circumstance put you in a position where you have no idea where the fuck you are in my story, starting with dialogue isn't the worst plan, but it is definitely not the best plan. Dialogue needs to start from somewhere and it has to sound like one of the most important conversations that had to be listed, as if you were talking to the Queen of England, that has to be written down, printed and published.

Not simple dialogue. So, I want to start off simple, yet blatantly complicated and I need you-yes, you as in the one reading this right now to stick to my hip. Repeat with me...

STICK TO THE HIP!

Stick to my hip most specifically and don't get any wrong ideas about it. You start feeling weird, throw the freaking device onto a soft surface, take a glass of water and a raw, wintry ice pill, (known as a bloody chill pill for those who are lost already) then get under those bed covers and begin again.