Provoking Stories

Yan Jiayi was on her way to take the college entrance exam-the biggest turning point of her life. As a lifelong top student, she had every chance to be among the best in the province, if not the country. She never doubted herself, and neither did her parents or teachers. But fate played a cruel joke. A sudden accident left her in a coma. From the edge of life, she watched her parents weep by her bedside, their eyes nearly dry from endless crying. It was then that a strange voice spoke to her-the self-proclaimed Master of the System Universe. He offered her a deal: take on missions across different worlds in exchange for a second chance at life. Yan Jiayi, thinking it was just another "study project," accepted. She didn't expect to be dropped into a blood-soaked battlefield. A man stood in front of her, cloaked in red, his sword dripping with fresh blood. The system chimed in, labeling him: "Target." But why did he have a blackening value of over 90?

Imagine life as a sandbox filled with treasures, and suddenly everything doesn't seem so bad

Some things can push you to become a poet.

Like the good times come again sometimes there are also few "not so good" times that come and slam at your face again.

This is the true story of the dream I had when I was 10. Read more to find out what heaven looks like in my perspective.

just a random collection of my poetries

"THE DEVIL AND I GET ALONG JUST FINE" *under construction* Please note This fanfiction, oneshot, and dedication is to the one and only tencutpuppies and her amazing trilogy Blood and Bone. Which is truly a masterpiece that I urge you to read before you continue Update: once or twice a week sorry school keeps me busy, 😅

This is a ghost story that, in turn, isn't about the ghost at all.

Just a few thoughts to get your day.. Or the rest of your days started.

This is my collection of poetry.This how l see the world and how l navigate through it.Hopefully l connect to you as the reader.

a young man of genetic mutation grapples with his situation.

A collection of deeply detailed moments I find joy in. I hope you find joy in them too.

i think our lives can be compared to a painting. in more ways than one. i also think the responsibility we hold to ourselves as the painter, of this painting, is greater than we think. we push our souls to create the most perfect finish of art, when sometimes the messiest paintings are the most profoundly beautiful. this short story follows the ideas of painting our lives, i hope you enjoy :)

Random thoughts of my mind

A poem.

A short story recited by William's grandfather which if he truly understands may change his life forever.

In two hours, John Washington will be dead. As the clock ticks to his final seconds, he only asks for three things; a pen, some paper, and your time. In exchange for the above, he sacrifices what time he has left with hopes that perhaps his story will possibly save others (possibly you) from a similar fate.