《muses》gioconda
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Hi, I'm Keiji Akaashi—I said that, didn't I? Yes, I know but I wanted to tell you once more after these weeks of sitting up talking to you, doing the same routine until we finished our project, making up excuses to still see each other after you were so determined to get me out the way. It's ironic. You'd think that a girl like you would see through people, having eyes that pierce through their anatomy of hints that tare practically speaking in the language of desperation as you nod, smile and continue to do as you wish. It's painful to see, I know his because I'm looking at you, once again, from the distance as you order our coffees from the guy you're screwing—Suna—Yes, I read your discreet messages of your nighttime plans once. He's smiling, picking out jokes to say as smooth as possible, in hopes of not embarrassing himself. He's cute, I see why you keep him around as you stuff your hands in your pocket with your eyes showing interest for his useless talking that he rarely does—I know this because I came here, plenty of times, ordering my French Vanilla latte and a small warm brownie to please my sweet tooth, watching him as girls wrote their numbers on dollar bills, making his job harder than ever before—Don't worry, I didn't approach him in ways that you wouldn't understand. I smiled, glanced a few times as we exchanged our stares until he approached me, giving me his number.
If I was psychopathic, I would've used that opportunity to gut everything about you from his body and mind. I would've fleshed out his brains, leaving him for the termites to eat after digging through those memories of you with my bare hands, soaked with his bodily fluids that would make good for my paint textures but I'm not. I befriended the boy, learning of him and his hobbies—A photography major who's nice, good with technology and with diverse music taste, almost perfect for you—I'm nice, I wave and I smile. I do this to everybody, whether they chew obnoxiously or have a pitchy voice that scratches my ears like a cat in a bad mood, clawing at the chalkboard until their nails are sharpened enough to dig into my veins like the hot acid shots college boys do at their sweaty frat parties.
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Dear Muse, do you see him? He's glancing at me, constantly looking back at you. You're so bright but so dim, aren't you? He's perplexed, rattled as a poet would say but let me reassure you, I don't care for those beautiful eyes of his that can add ink to my body, leaving me with lifelong messages in scripts of ancient folklore because I'm too busy looking at your mannerisms as you speak to him—I want to evaluate each thing about you. I don't think it's love, I don't think it's infatuation either—If it was to be love, we would be in trouble and I would try my very hardest to get you to understand these love letters that I seal with wax and if it was to be infatuation, I wouldn't care so much about your presence or even be here right now—I'm being played, not by you but by my own head, aren't I?
However, you stop this question—as you always do—with the sway of your hips as you walk towards me, having a soft grin as you pass my beverage to me, allowing me to wave my hand before leaving your friend's job.
These are the top problems of having a muse at such a age of discovery in one's true art. It complicates things, it makes you think for the human life and not the life you create upon your canvas and it's a chance you may fall in deep despair for something that's too unrealistic to touch but what makes it worse is that my potential muse is an artist of many things—including their ways of getting one's attention.
This is the official diary of a liar's journey, featuring karma.
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Death Is a Reality
Death has always caused suffering.......Haruki has always known this with the ones he love leaving himNow, A VRMMORPG turned death game threatens to take away the last light of his life"""For what purpose have you come to decide to play this game?""""To find the person most important to me."""Will Haruki be able to conquer Death? Or will Death once again steal from him?
8 214Manufacturing Magic (LitRPG)
Ten million active players. One game master. Infinite Worlds is the most popular VRMMORPG on the market. Its maps are so vast, developer Hard Rock Data utilizes a network of highly advanced artificial intelligence to control it. But it's not without problems. That’s why game masters like Jeff Driscoll have jobs. The downside? He’s not allowed to play the game. Something about conflicts of interest and favoritism. His very boring and tedious job is to help players deal with the occasional bug that slips through the cracks and ensure they enjoy their time playing enough to give a five-star rating. It’s a gig that pays the bills. However, when the A.I.s unexpectedly issue a rogue patch, the game becomes a buggy mess, and Jeff's role radically changes. He finds himself as the only game master around, dealing with more problems than he can handle. It’s up to Jeff to return Infinite Worlds to normalcy...but will the A.I.s let him?
8 113Kingdom of the Dead
Follow the apocalyptic story of Daniel Karstein, Lord Protector of the Kingdom of the Dead. A story of survival, epic fights against unfair odds and the rise of a kingdom! The story will contain: kingdom building, minor xianxia content,drama and of course: zombies.
8 181Lord Protector
“Anno Heroibus, 990, 94th day of Bruma. To the. Magus of the West, Princess of Albion, and High Priestess of Albion, Amadela Clovis Krone. Dear, my little sweet princess of the west, how have you been spring child? As usual Here in the east we are celebrating the winter festival, it's rowdy, cheerful, and loud... very, very loud, from the smiling children with their candies in their hands and mouth, to the adults dancing gleefully with their partners. I wish you were still here to be my door answerer, hahaha.... well, duty still comes first for us Magus! So I hope you have a nice and fun winter festival there in Castle Krone with your family. But... you know me when I write letters, so if this letter has finally fallen to your hands child, that means I have died from the hands of the Rider Cultist. I know for sure you will weep for me, mourn for me, but don’t take too long child, because the time has come to summon the last heroes, act now! quickly and swiftly, because the clock has ticked again with my death. For his return is now inevitable and our enemies too are making their moves. Summon them child, summon them for this world's fate is rested upon those heroes. Sincerely, your great of a Magus of the East uncle, Jan.“ Lord Protector is fantasy series following a teenage trio named Martyn Wulf, Arthur Svard, Eleanna Florens and their teacher Marie Maynard, who were summoned to a world called Lumenter by the Kingdom of Albion. They are tasked to protect Lumenter from an old chaotic force, that previously has tried and failed to destroy Lumenter. But this trio and their teacher took a different approach on their task, where rather than making the cliche heroes party to venture out to this new brave world, they instead, or more specifically, Martyn Wulf, the brain of the trio, made a deal with the King of Albion. The deal was that Martyn, his friends, and his teacher would be protected by the Kingdom, and then making Martyn the co-ruler of Albion. In exchange he will improve and advance Albion politically, economically, diplomatically, and maybe even technologically. The King and his advisors accepted Martyn's offers but by doing this, he just plunge himself as well as his friends and teacher to a world of corruption, lies, betrayal, and greed. Either way, he must play this messed up game of chest for his survival, his friends' survival, and his teacher's survival. For more information, go to the main website! Cover by - Moccha
8 156A World of My Own
Charles Ellsworth was born into a family many would consider to be uncouth. His parents, having unconventional careers, are rarely at home leaving Charles to fend for himself from a very young age. When they would show up they would teach or show him odd things and vanish once again. Charles is not a normal human. He was born with an inherent power and as he grows up this power begins to reveal itself. With this power he is introduced to a different side of the world, one filled with powerful people.Charles will kill anyone who gets in his way and will do any job to gain the power he deserves.MATURE WARNING: Extremely dark themes are present within this novel. Touches upon suicide, drugs, murder, and extreme violence. Also contains coarse language. Not for the faint of heart.Authors Note: Thanks for reading!Check out my second story 'The Abnormal' here: http://royalroadl.com/fiction/8197
8 197Devoid: Original Version [Going to re-release this soon under a new fiction]
This is the first version of this shit; I will eventually re-upload all of this again, but with a lot of things changed and cleared up. Zephyrus just a person in today's society. He runs, does martial arts, studies, and goes to college. To an outside person, he seems like just another person, but no one truly knows him. And when his brother kills him, he loses all of his memories and is reborn in another world. In the new world, he meets Joe, who seems to be some kind of godly figure. Just like a light novel. Why does all of this seem familiar. Along the way, Zephyrus encounters [generic novel elements and romance].
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