What It Takes & What We Could Be
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A very obscure short story, which soon became somewhat of a motivational speech and/or rant.
"Yet this boy took his final blow valiantly, and as he fell to the mounds of earth below him, he smiled. There was no reason for him to hurt. The utter peace that was displayed on his face told more than what any person could say about him. His fears, his love, his sorrow and anxiety, they disappeared from him. Those final breaths gave so much life to his end, with his last words being, "thank you." Not many would thank their murderer for the death which they were given, so why?"
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The Drafted Reality and Dreams
It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.Kumpleto
System, are you messing with me?
A shameless and sometimes even sadistic beauty. That's how the people would describe Shu Ning. He was very popular with men and woman equally but of course there were also those who were jealous of the attention he received. That's how he found himself being pushed over the railing of a bridge by some women he didn't even know, being accused of purposely seducing their boyfriends. But it really wasn't Shu Nings fault at all that he was just more charming than any woman. Just when his consciousness faded away he heard a voice in his head. System: "Hello Host. I'm your own personal System and will assist you in fulfilling your duty as a Transmigrator." Shu Ning: "..." System: "...My Name is Alpha and you can make use of me anyhow you want as long, as you do your missions." Shu Ning: "..." Couldn't they have at least given me a system that is more interesting and smart?![[BL] My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/386743697-256-k46933.jpg)
[BL] My Darling Host Refuses To Take Off His Fursuit!!
Furan Shi only wanted to be a cutie little princess. That's it. But we're talking about the non-political one that talks to animals and drinks green tea. No milk, no sugar, no drama (shut up bitter tea is the best literally fyt me). So when he died, nobody missed him. After his family and relatives, the next person to attend his funeral was his homeroom teacher and friends™, his murderer, and then a mysterious red-eyed crow. Said mysterious crow came to offer him a better deal. No, he still won't be a cutie princess, but he can be the next best thing after that. He was invited to transmigrate into different realities without any restrictions. It wasn't a Villain system, a Cannon fodder system... it doesn't belong to any category. Just experiencing the worlds should be enough to satisfy it. After all, 「 no data is bad data. 」 Furan Shi agreed with one condition. Filter: 'Animal Characteristics' System: Are you... sure about this? Furan Shi, pouting: Is that not possible..? System: ... you're welcome to do as you like =͟͟͞͞(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) What you'll get: 🌿An indecisive (and impulsive) MC 🐦Raum 🍗Spicy chicken story cards 👁️Mother's Eye [💛Yes, this is a quick transmigration novel.] [💛Yes, all cutesy cutie pie bc I am sad.] [💛Yes, the host will never remove the 'Animal Characteristics' tag.] [💙No, the host isn't always an animal demihuman. Could be a mix of nonhumans or no human parts altogether.] [💚And no, this isn't necessarily about furries. Eh, but I'm open to negotiations.. ╮(. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)╭] [💚Most importantly, this won't be a strict 1v1 qt story. While the ML recurs across arcs, both leads may explore other options. You have been warned.] I do apologize in advance if this is not your cup of tea. I'm trying my best to make this as light-themed as possible for people like me who just wanted to relax, aka not much brain games... not much face slapping.. ehe.. I wrote this book because I have the g
Incommensurable Kindness
A geneticist looking for the perfect solution, a biologist searching for the ultimate cure, a scholar pursuing the path of happiness. Three young lives with noble intentions who chose to follow the way of kindness for different reasons. Yet, kindness can take many forms. For some, kindness is found in the small, fleeting acts of goodness, a reminder of the pure, social nature of every precious human. For others, kindness is found in ensuring the best possible future for the incoming generations, even if it means crushing the present between the hands of progress. For the rarest of minds, however, kindness implies destruction, the sacrifice of everything for the sake of a brand new better world. Will they encounter change their mind? Will they accomplish their mission? Will they regret the choices they have made so far? Some believe that even the tiniest pebble thrown in the river of life can irreversibly shape the flow of existence in unpredictable ways, but can a ripple truly change the world? [TW: blood, violence, suicide, abuse, self-harm, ...] [Complete but in revision! :) ] Additional information: -This story is written in so many various contexts and rarely read again with the necessary attention. Hence, we humbly ask for forgiveness for all the eventual grammar aberrations and incoherences you may find. :( -Needless to say, everything you are going to read is pure fiction and the characters are all born from our minds. :) -This book also touches topics related to trauma and mental health. We tried to be as respectful as possible, but please feel free to reach out to us if you find anything inappropriate! Also... thank you for choosing our story. It means a lot to us! We really hope you will appreciate our story as much as we have enjoyed writing it. :) Well then, dear reader, welcome to this little world of ours! Enjoy!!Kumpleto
Short story;
Short story, based off of writing prompts. There's cussing in here but I don't want to mark it 'mature' so if ur under like 10/11 just don't read it ig.Kumpleto![[SILENT SYSTEM]](https://img.wattpad.com/cover/162644614-256-k104342.jpg)
[SILENT SYSTEM]
||A/N: Will update from time to time. . . ( High chance of being discontinued.) || Credit to original artist- I've only made a pastel edit with it...|| _______________________ Like any typical transmigration novel, a person will die in the hands of death before being given a system with unique personality. Given task missions in order to return to the original world. The host would either complete the world in success or fail the missions given only to be transferred into a punishment world. That was what Lucielle thought what would've happened if he encountered the situation after death but he was wrong, very...wrong. Who knew that Lucielle would be cursed once he died, lifeless on the ground? No one did. Lucielle was just one of those unlucky individuals who shouldn't have been touched in the first place. ___________________________________________ [- - -Cannot unlock fluent language ability- - -] '???' 'Didn't you say I could choose anything?' [System rechecking database...] [ . . . ] [Host, it has been confirmed, I asked the higher ups after rechecking your data base for any faults...It seems that you may have caught an unfortunate curse, to the point where Host cannot speak...Host, you are mute in this case] '. . .' -------------------------Kumpleto
THE VILLAIN'S LOVE GROWS FOR HIM.
"Aren't you tired of the way you live?" A voice inside of him would ask. "What can i do? I was born to live the life of a killing machine that dances to the command of my master. You think i never tried to run away from my life?" He would reply. That was him. The prodigy, the pride and praise of assassins. His hands were dyed with blood. Blood of men, women, children and the aged. He tried to rinse the blood out of his life but failed miserably. It was like a string attached to him, following him even in his dreams. "I see you are trying to run from your shell." The old woman said to him. "You are a pitiable person. When death welcomes you i pray you be free of your chains." She smiled as her cracked lips left her final breathe and her eyes lost its gleam. "Aaahhhhh!" The sound of painful scream echoed the room as he pressed his sword into his skin. He was ordered to kill the president of the country and bombard his residence. That was his last mission. But instead of leaving the house alive he stayed behind watching his piece of work decorate the walls of the building. He smiled. "It seems this is the only way to attain my own freedom." The sound of exploding bombs thundered into the ears of his comrades. They had realised what the man had done. However death brought him a new life. He was gifted the chance to live in freedom, to redeem himself and live the life he had wished for. But inside the world of a book. Life was all happy and beautiful. Until one unfortunate day he was entangled with the worst situation as he had to present himself before the antagonist of the book. Standing before him he caught his eye and was recruited as one of his personal guard. Moreover the protagonist of the story was very much to his distaste. But nothing could be worst than being objected as a sexual toy by the villain of the book, who had his ways with him right?Kumpleto
Short Stories/Orginal
These are all stories I came up with, some are finished and some aren't. I may complete some later on, maybe. You may notice my writing has more description than plot, I do that on purpose to give a poetry yet still story effect on my writing. I'm open to constructive criticism but if you are cursing at me and informally speaking then I'm not going to listen to you, thank you for reading my description! (: PS; most of these are driven by individual feelings yet exaggerated (that's where the vibe of poetry comes in)
It was a dark cold night-the night where the birds lay dead on the cold ground, listening in to the deceased whispers. This is the night where blood was once spilled. Jeremy hid behind a tree, holding on his thigh-his thigh was bleeding as he got stabbed. Jeremy looked at his wound, cursing under his breath. Jeremy looked around to see if anyone was nearby, there wasn't anyone nearby but he could hear the screaming of his pals. He could do nothing but to weep, he got out of his hiding spot and went deeper into the woods. He was wincing in pain as he dragged his injured leg. It was dark, too dark to the point even the moonlight couldn't provide light. Jeremy tripped over a tree root, he winced in pain, squeezing his injured thigh in pain. He soon heard a twig being snapped close to him. He pulled himself together, getting back on his feet. Dragging his leg once more. This time he raised the pace, panicking as he knew that he was being followed. He soon came across an abandoned truck that was in a small field. He smiled in relief, getting inside of the truck. He heard movement from his right, seeing a silhouette of a being that was coming closer to him. He panicked, climbing to the other seat to close the door. Once the door was closed, he locked the doors-backing away after. The door handle was being pulled aggressively but soon stopped. He took off his jacket and wrapped it around his thigh, he winced in pain as he made it tight. He looked around the truck, trying not to move too much. He eventually found a pen and a piece of paper. He started writing on it as a way to let anyone who came to the amusement park to leave immediately. first chapter of "The Drafted Reality and Dreams" has been rewritten! it's a bit shorter and has the same details just like the first chapter originally did. ⚠️ !This novel includes drugs, murder/murderers, cussing, suicide! ⚠️ [Draft] - No Proofreading or editing.
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