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A new member of the family has been born. "So it was Aisling" is a new novel I thought of for about 5 minutes and then I dived into a rabbit hole of celtic/Irish/ culture, equipping myself the history behind Halloween, brainstormed for 30 minutes and then sat my butt down for 7 long hours non-stop. " 2 more hours for thinking and researching the story's characters so they have more depth and are not 2d
          So the book is not properly developed but I was itching and I didn't want to regret not posting it before Halloween. 
          
          Please go check on "So it was Aisling", your feedback would be deeply appreciated xoxo

Happy Thanksgiving to everyone!! Thanksgiving is all about spending time with the family, being thankful for anything little and everything big and most importantly, the turkey...yum yum. (￣y▽,￣)╭ 
          I used do this weekly thanksgiving to myself. I would write out a bunch of things I was happy for or I should be thankful for. I had a really pessimistic and closed mindset but I still worked hard to mention 5 things I was thankful for. Most people would point of their family, friends, work or life. But I would usually point our how I could breathe, for the trees that would sway side to side praising the Lord, for the clean filtered water, for my legs, my nose. Easily forgotten things.
          When you'd finally realize you have a lot to be thankful for (even in sickness) is when you fall to your lowest point. When bed-stricken with a fever, you would have to open your mouth and breathe manually because you can't breathe through your nose. All I'm saying is, you should try to find good and positive things in life because there aren't many, cling to the happy memories in times of the stormy days. 
          PS: 'Not Unique' Started on a Thanksgiving day, so I'll be doing something like a revision or a Q&A

Hmm? How do I put this without sounding condescending or too harsh?
          Sorry, if this message makes you feel attacked. But a lot of people have told me I'm rude or I'm too proud so...
          Please if you have never had interest in my novel, then don't read it. I know that I'm still a low-rising author but seeing people view my novel but not like it or comment ANYTHING infuriates me, to say the least. If this was done out of some goodwill or as a way to increase my views since I'm still new to the world of writing then stop being a "good samaritan" and go about your daily lives. I don't want passersby to view my horrible story and see the average views that are less than 10 and go thinking "It's probably only their followers or friends reading the story" It diminishes my worth as an author. If I do ever add your story to my reading list, it's because i'm actually interested in the story and not because you followed me so I feel obliged to follow you back#Fake friends. Was i too harsh? haha. It just makes me angry to write for hours on end, and ask simple mundane questions like 'Did you breathe air today? Yes or No' and No one replies. I don't care if my views drop to zero but it's the truth. Maybe I have increased my expectations but what is the use of greeting a person good morning, but they never greet back? I'm about to add a new novel to the family, and I don't want a repeat of this childish nonsense ^_^

Hiyaa, I have posted a new chapter of your favourite novel 'Not unique' Come check it out right here, right now!!- https://www.wattpad.com/1480383921-not-unique-meeting. 
          The core characters of the novel are finally meeting?! This chapter talks a lot about what you would expect from upcoming novels and also reveals so much of their personalities.

Hello dear readers, 
          I'm so sorry to announce this but I don't think I'll make the ghost-writing contest T_T (Read previous convos) I started too late to be able to meet the deadline. It ends in two days and I wish I had had the guts to compete in it last year because there is an age limit for it but next year 348 days from now will be my time to laugh. 
          
          *Ahem* That being said(✿◡‿◡) The penitentiary made especially for kid's (aka school) train is ready for departure *choo* *choo* and I am not ready (*￣▽￣*)ブ haha~
          
          I want to apologize for the long-awaited chapter and to do that I plan on posting a barrage of chapters to satiate you and then go missing for a few weeks haha. Does any of my dear readers have abandonment issues? Good! You'll have a taste of that medicine again✌ In that period of being held prisoner in a square room full of deranged brats, I'll be correcting any mistakes in previous chapters.
          https://www.wattpad.com/1478490779-not-unique-special/page/4

Thanks so much for commenting on Free Minds. Hope you’re enjoying what you’re reading so far!

Hello, readers.
          Happy new month and new week.
          I hate Mondays because they are so stressful plus I sleep in on Saturday so my body betrays me when I  have to get up so early in the morning. 
          It's not my code to post on Mondays but school starts in a few days where I live and I highly doubt I'll have the time to update for a while. This week is stressing me out,  I'm having an acne breakout. You know the usual, me being broke, you being broke, *sigh* the times are tough. 
          Anyhoe, I have uploaded a new chapter and I encourage you to think of the current chapters as day to day. 
          This is the link, I've been so kind to give you since i know you'll forget https://www.wattpad.com/1474165100-not-unique-day-2-pancakes
           
          Check it out and give me your most appreciated feedback. Don't be shy for my sake! X
          Yours sincerely, Author.

On an off-topic note, tomorrow is a home tradition and even though my family is hours away from our home country we still honour the New Yam's festival which i believe is called Iriji. 
          It's a cultural tradition in the eastern part of my country for an entire community to gather the first harvest of yam tubers and use them to make a variety of delicious meals in their respective households. So we could use the yams to make soup or make it to a paste or roast it or fry it. Gosh just thinking about fired yams is making me salivate. 
          That is all. I just wanted to share a childhood memory of when my mother's side of the family and my father's side of the father for once in history came to live under one roof, forgetting our differences and our previous grudges with in-laws for a week. While i and my silly cousins jumped on people's beds and argued whose turn it was to play Subway Surfers. XD

Dear reader, 
          A new Chapter of Not Unique is outヾ(≧▽≦*)o
          I haven't been very active in writing because of the Horror story writing contest at my local library so i whipped something in 4 hours and i present to you a pivoting chapter in our dear novel.
          So gather around for the daily life as besties in a Zombie apocalypse¯\_( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)_/¯
          
          Yours sincerely, Author

Dear reader, this is the author of the novel 'Not unique' I hope this month has been good to you. I am happy to say I enjoyed my Hiatus status and as promised I am back with more engaging and exciting chapters for our 30-40 chapters novel !! There is an ongoing ghost story contest at my local library. This contest was hosted last year and my idea for the contest led to the birth of this zombie apocalypse novella. So to see my improvement and honour 'Not Unique' I have GOT to join in again. 
          With all that has been yapped, here is a sneak peek of what you could expect in the coming chapter for August. ####
          
          Life's a bitch. No, I mean actually. I know her. I think as I stand over the edge of the sloppy hill and look out into the horizon to see death, destruction and most importantly, every chocolate store left untouched. 
          A candy box should placate Bliss after that godforsaken person tried to snatch her from my hands. You don't understand, you couldn't understand how important that ray of sunshine is to me. She is so bright, so innocent, so weak yet so strong but only strong enough for herself, she tries to shine her light on others but the rich brats that used to be in our school take her for granted. She is so broken yet fixated on fixing herself that the shattered glasses pierce her. 
          That's why I love her, she'll never be good enough, never the spotlight, always broken, always bleeding. 
          When I snap out of my small reverie, I turn around to walk back to the house I have safely moved Bliss to just to be startled by the smell of one of them.
          What did you think they'd smell like? Rotten? No!
          They had the most angelic smell, so sweet, so succulent but too much of something is bad.
          I could smell them! I think this is just like humans evolving to smell rain so even after years we still smell it right before it hits the earth. I evolved!
          These 'zombies' as Bliss calls them. They are humans alright, but different. I don't have the right word for it. They are...Uni-