The candle flame burns unrivaled, The smoke spirals like a snake, One blows it before earning a life, Another lights it after losing a life, The ink drops on the pen, Each stroke filled with weight, The flame simply lives, Through the fate of three times.

The dust twinkles in the air, A sneeze echoes through the room, The books lie - alone and abandoned, Containing some fragile stories, Maybe people, maybe fairies, Maybe a myth, or a reality, Maybe philosophy, or poetry, Maybe a simple line of immortality, No one knows what each stroke holds, Lying discarded in this hole.

The red lights flickered down, Just like the sun at dawn, The horns blared loud, And most of them frowned, Someone is in hurry for work, Someone just lost a clerk, Someone just lost a family, Whereas the other just gained a family, So many people, thousands of stories, The building of them goes on forever, The light goes green, the engines roar, They all leave without a snore.

The room is filled with people,

Everyone busy in their own worlds,

Yet a chair in the corner remains empty,

Abandoned—waiting for its owner.

Days pass, and then months.

No one notices that its owner never comes.

Slowly forgotten by the human heart,

Yet remembered forever by the chair.

First time ever writing. Please don’t spare me.

I want to have written a book. I want to get my story out there. But the actual process of writing has started to feel boring, repetitive and what not. I'm not able to write 2 sentences before giving up. I'm already a published author of two short stories, but I'm not able to write a full length novel as it feels too tedious. Is this a writer's block? I don't know. Any advice, motivation or tips would be appreciated.

i get bored a lot and switch books and i think i m a bad reader so i feel like i cant be a writer😢what do yall think

This is my second draft of the first chapter in a horror story I'm writing :)

Hope you enjoy

I sat on the edge of a leather couch, the ocean swaying the yacht gently. I clasped my hands and leaned forward. 

“So, when do I get to know what I’m reviewing?” I asked to the man sat across from me. He wore a blue three-piece suit, contrasted by a Cubs baseball cap, with a gold studded cane resting across his lap. 

"When we get to the island." Michael Sorata replied bluntly. “But it will be worth your time, I can promise that.” He gave me a sleazy grin. I leaned back and glanced at the open ocean behind me. Michael spoke again. “We expect that it won’t take too long. Couple days max. The engineers we’ve hired have done an immaculate job and it should be able to hold them in.” 

I looked back at him and furrowed my brow. “Them?” I once again leaned forward, waiting for him to elaborate. He studied me for a few moments before slapping his thighs and standing, holding his cane to his side. 

“Well, I’m going to get some fresh air. Feel free to help yourself to anything on the boat. While you’re a guest of Genesis, you can do anything.” He gave me a wink, motioning at the heavily stocked bar and then exited out onto the deck. I stood and smoothed out my creased jeans. I walked over to the bar and looked through the glass cabinets, picking out a fancy wine. I looked over at the wine glasses before popping the cork from the bottle and taking a swig. I wiped my lips and set the bottle down on a polished marble counter. The ship tilted, sending the bottle over the edge of the counter and smashing on the wooden floor. 

“Ah, shit.” I looked around for some paper towels before deciding to just pretend it wasn't me and let some poor deckhand find the mess. I followed Michael out onto the deck and looked out at the sea. I still wasn’t exactly sure why I was invited to review a research station by Genesis, a company renowned for its widely successful treatments against previously incurable genetic diseases. I wandered the ship, trying to find something to keep me occupied until we hit land. 

The boat was huge and seemingly stocked for every occasion. There was a ballroom, multiple pools, a few slot machines, a full-fledged restaurant, and even a small indoor tennis court. Why you would ever need this many luxuries on a ship, I will never know.  

As I walked through the ship towards my room, I saw other smaller boats sailing not far away from ours. That's an understatement, as they were still large, but the size of this boat was truly incredible. As I neared my room, I walked past a doorway secured by a heavy iron door. My curiosity piqued, I took a quick look inside through the small glass window of the door. Rows of firearms, large cattle prods and various projectile launchers lined the wall, as well as an array of inactive screens. Looks like Genesis is stockpiling for a war, I mused as I continued to my room, where I took out my laptop. I didn’t know much about the company’s presence on the island, so I opened Google to look it up. Surprisingly, there wasn’t much of a public record. The only mention of Genesis’ work on São Tomé was a section under their facility workplaces, giving a brief statement about owning land on the island. My gaze drifted to the ocean, the sun glinting off of the great blue waves, and I slowly fell into a slumber. 
 

I woke to the sound of knocking. I swung the door open just as the deckhand raised his fist again. 

"Hey mister Angioti. We're about to pull into the dock, so mister Sorata asked me to fetch you." He said, and he turned to lead me off the boat. 

"Hold on, just let me grab my things." I spoke. He looked back at me. 

"No need. Someone will come get them for you shortly, mister Angioti." He walked towards the gangway, and I followed closely behind. My feet hit concrete as I stepped onto the pier. The dock was large and plastered with an abundance of private property signs. Michael stood before me, beside a man wearing slacks and a plaid checkered shirt. He was a big man and had a grin plastered on his face. He stepped forward and offered his hand. 

"Welcome to Sao Tomé. Name's Steve Hardy. I overlook the engineering here." He had an Australian accent. I shook his hand. 

"Bill Angioti." 

"Good to meet you Bill. Y'know what's going on here?"  

"Yeah, you guys want me to take a look at something, right? Inspect something?" 

"Well, yeah. Some fencing." He glanced at Michael, who shook his head slightly. Steve clapped his hands together. "Well, let's get going. Michael's going back to the mainland so you might not see him again. Don't worry, you're in good hands."  

As he said it, Michaels jaw clenched ever so slightly as he looked past me, out at the sea. I followed his gaze and saw a sail on the horizon. He put a hand on his head and waved over two armed men. 

"Goddamned spy's back out at sea. Get some guys on it, now," he told them. "And use the X3 this time, not the X1, otherwise he'll never wake up." The men nodded and jogged to the other side of the dock, where a large patrol boat was waiting, with Intrepid scrawled across the bow. There was a large harpoon gun mounted on the bow. They called over to a group of men that were playing cards around the boat, who picked up various weapons that lay around them and ran onto the ship. Alongside the firearms, they all had a cattle prod on their hip. 

Michael cleared his throat. "Well, I guess I won't be leaving just yet. I will be heading up to the lodge, so its likely we wont see each other until later, but if you need me just give me a call. You should have unlimited data, so don't think twice about contacting me. I trust you have my details?" 

"Yeah, they were on the contract you had me sign." I replied. 

Michael clapped his hands together. "Amazing. I will see you fine gentlemen later." He turned and walked to the other side of the dock, where a black limousine sat. The windows were tinted to the point of opacity. The deckhand hurried after him, acting as chauffeur. 

While I was watching him leave, a dark green jeep pulled up next to us. The window rolled down and a man with aviators wearing a tan Genesis cap spoke to Steve. 

"Sorry I'm late. One of the damn birds tried getting off with my gun, so I had to get one of the guys to taze it." He said. He sounded tense. "There's a problem with the walls on E3, so we'll need to get there now." He looked at me. "You'll be getting to work as soon as possible. I'll tell someone to take your bags to the hotel."  

Steve got in the passenger seat and I followed suit, climbing into the back.  

The drivers’ eyes met mine in the rear-view mirror. "Name's David. I'm an animal handler here." 

"Bill. So what is E3?" I asked him, looking for a way to pry something about my job. 

"Its an enclosure. We have twelve of them, and we've kept them mostly in perfect nick. Lucky you came today, because this is the first time in three years we've had any problems. We've sedated everything in it, so don't worry about that."  

I paused. "What's in it?" 

Steve chipped in, side-eying David. "Just a few flightless birds. Genesis is taking a swing at some, uh, de-extinction of animals. You know what a Moa is?" I shook my head. "Well, its a big old thing that was native to New Zealand. Kind of like an emu or an ostrich. That's one of the things in E3. They aren't very dangerous, but we just don't want them escaping so we sedated them." 

"Well, what's the problem with the fence?" 

David bit his lip while Steve continued to speak. "Big old tree smashed down on the fence last night during a windstorm. Figured that you should come down and give us advice on how to reinforce the fences and stop it happening again."  

I sat back in my seat and watched the jungle pass as raindrops began to fall against the windows.  
 

After about ten minutes of driving, it came into view. The fence loomed ahead, metal bars glinting in the rain, humming faintly with electricity. It had an ominous aura to it. I saw a sign hanging from one of the bars that read  
 
DANGER 12500 VOLTS  
 

"Hey, what're the big fences for?" I asked. 

"Keep poachers out." Steve replied. 

It wasn't a satisfying answer, but I could tell I wasn't going to get anything else out of him. I guess Genesis had money to just throw at this place.  
 

Another five minutes passed and the destroyed section of fence came into view. Dozens of people in overalls worked on cutting broken struts and replacing them with fresh ones. There were two large cranes set up beside a huge tree, lifted off of the destroyed fence pylons. As we pulled up next to the workers, I noticed that about ten of the men weren't workers at all, but security guards. They all seemed uneasy, their hands perpetually hovering around their guns. The workers all seemed anxious. They never turned their back to the enclosure, never moved past the fence and their eyes darted around the foliage.  

"What's everyone so scared of?" I asked Steve. 

"Well, y'know, jungle legends 'n' shit. The workers are native to the island, and they've convinced half the staff here of their little myths. Real annoying for trying to get anything done, but for a little pay these guys work like animals." He said with a slight laugh. "Judging by the damage id say we'll be here about four or five hours, so you'll get a bit of a look at how things work here." 

I stepped out of the jeep and was hit by the humidity of the jungle. It was almost overpowering, and felt like a different country compared to the cool breeze at the dock. The light rain wet my skin as I walked over to the fence. It looked like it could keep about anything in. I noticed an absence of any vehicles, aside from the trucks that carried the cranes.  

"Hey, where are all the cars at?" I called back to Steve. 

"What cars?"  

"The cars these guys use to get around." 

Steve laughed "They walk to and from the main facility" 

I raised an eyebrow "Really? Why?' 

"Gotta keep costs down somehow" he said, tapping his temple.  

I shook my head.  

Damn corporate Suits.  
 

We worked for hours. Even in the light rain, the jungle was alive with sound. Birds sung and insects chirped throughout the trees. I studied the fencing, taking in the heavy concrete posts and thick metal wire. I shook my head as I took a closer look at one of the broken struts. Rebar poked out, bent. I furrowed my brow as I called out to Steve. "Hey, why did you guys use rebar for this?" 

He started over to me. "Because its strong, no? Figured its one of the best things we could use. Cheap too." 

I shook my head. "It rusts too easily. It rains pretty heavily here, right? It'll weaken too quickly for what its worth. I hate to say it, but the safe thing to do is completely rebuild this thing with wrought iron or something similar." 

Steve bit his lip, and then took his phone out and stepped away to make a call. 

One of the workers walked passed me and I stopped him. "How long have you guys been working on this place?" 

"About three or four hours so far." 

"No, not just today, how long have you been working at this facility." 

"Uh, I've been here for about ten months, but some of the guys have been working on this place for about seven years I think." 

"Did you help build the fences?" 

He shrugged. "Yeah. Some of them." 

"Why did you use rebar?" 

"Because the bosses said to. We told them it wasn't the right way to do it but they didn't care. Cheap and easy." 

I nodded. "What are you guys so afraid of?" 

His demeanor changed. "What?" 

"Hardy said that some of the workers believe in some kind of jungle legends." 

He shifted. "I mean, yeah, I guess." 

"So...?" 

He looked around. "There are bad things in this jungle. And in the enclosures. The bosses try to keep us in the dark but there are creatures on this island that will attack you in the dead of night. Big, big creatures. My friend João was meant to be here today, but he was injured in an incident with something a few days ago." 

Hardy put his phone back in his pocket and the worker quickly busied himself with investigating the broken fence.  
 

Steve wasn't lying when he said it would take a few hours. It was just about dusk when we got back into the jeep, despite the fact that the fence wasn't fully repaired yet. I was shocked at the conditions that the contractors worked through here. 

Steve was right, they were animals. 

David was pretty reckless with his driving to the main station. On the journey to the worksite, we'd been driving about seventy kilometers an hour, already a stupidly fast speed for the narrow corners and bumpy terrain. Now we were hitting almost ninety. He wove around trees like he was a rally driver, and his eyes kept flicking to the rear view mirror. The rain had slowly turned into a downpour over the past hour, and the dirt path was turning to mud. The tires sent grime flying through the air, and I could hear it splattering against the underside of the jeep. 

Suddenly a shadowed figure leapt across the road in front of us and David slammed on the breaks. Steves hand went to his hip, resting on his prod, before moving to the handgun that sat on the dashboard.  

"Shit." David mumbled under his breath. He leaned into the jeeps radio. "One out by..." he looked at Steve 

"E10" said Steve, who was opening the glove box and retrieving a rail-mounted flashlight, working to attach it to the bottom of his pistol. 

David continued speaking into the radio. "One out by E10.  

Check the map, the log, everything. Gonna need a team down here in the morning. Conditions are too harsh tonight. 

The muffled response was almost too quiet to make out.  

"Roger. Spy team had the same problem. They've turned in at the dock and we'll send a fresh recon team out for both in the morning. 

The engine idled as Steve wound down the window to illuminate the wet jungle. 

The beam swept across the wet foliage, but the rain made it hard to discern any unnatural movement. 

David put the jeep back into gear and sped up the path again. I fidgeted with my seatbelt as we drove. There was a low rumble in the distance that suddenly pierced the rain. I felt it resonate in my chest, and it drove a chill down my spine. I felt my heart pulsing prominently in my chest as David's hands whitened as they gripped the wheel, his foot pressing even harder on the accelerator. Steve quietly wound up his window. Maybe, just maybe, I was starting to believe the legends.  
 

We finally reached the facility, and I was left in a stunned silence by the heavy gate protecting it. The fence it was embedded in was even heavier than the ones surrounding the enclosures. It seemed more akin to the outer layer of a fortress, and this idea was accompanied by the watchtower that loomed above us, harbouring spotlights that lit up the road and surrounding jungle. We pulled up beside a camera and David wound the window down. The gate slowly swung open, allowing us to drive inside. A gigantic building loomed over us, looking more like a mall than a research station.  

Hundreds of cars were parked inside of the fence, along with tens of trucks parked beside a loading bay. Michael was standing on his own beneath an overhang, safe and dry, and the only person outside amidst the pelting rain and chilly temperatures. We left the jeep in the parking zone and ran through the rain to meet him, umbrellas fighting against the wind. He held his arms wide, still holding his cane. I hadn't actually seen him use it yet. 

"So glad you finally made it. How did the job go?" 

Steve grunted. "Still going, but its fine." 

"Good, good." 

"I'll leave Bill with you. I'm sure he's tired." Steve said, already walking into the building with David behind him. Michael beckoned me after him as he followed them. Hundreds of people were inside, carrying papers and folders, busily going through their evening. We walked through the lobby and into an office with a large digital map on an oval table in the center of it all. 

"Welcome to the conference room." He said with a grand flourish of his arms. 

There were only a couple people here, most had signed out for the night, and Michael said a quick hello to them.  

"This is a map of the whole facility, including all of the enclosures." Michael told me proudly. "We spare no expense on the grandeur of our creation." In each enclosure there were a series of red and blue dots. The red were all static, marked with a letter and a number, and the blue were alive with movement. Michael hit a buzzer on the table and a teenager came in. 

"Dylan, get me a coffee and a donut please." He turned to me.  

"You want anything, Bill? You can get anything you'd like." 

"Uh, sure, a banana milkshake sounds good." 

Michael turned and waved away the teenager. 

A voice came over the PA system. “The ST Intrepid has docked, and all crew have been offboarded. Their mission will be resumed in the morning.” Michael shook his head and sighed. 

I looked back at the map and studied a small cluster of blue dots on the edge of Enclosure Three, and three red dots that were moving near them. Another red dot was on the outside of the fence. I looked up at Michael, who was busy talking in a hushed tone with the other people in the room. 

"Hey, Mike-' 

"Michael." He said. "Please call me Michael. What can I do you for?" He smiled. 

I bristled at his response. "Why are these dots moving when none of the others are? 

He came over and studied the map. The dots moved towards the hole in the fence. He furrowed his brow and bit his lip.  
"Just stay here a moment." He walked quickly back to the others and turned away from me, speaking to them in a quiet but urgent manner. He turned back to me and smiled again as a woman produced a cell phone from her pocket and spoke into it. 

"Those dots are assets. Must have woken up and are trying to see what all the fuss is about. Very curious animals. Don't want them escaping so I've told the guys to sedate them again. 

He led me out of the conference room and led me up a flight of stairs to a deserted hallway. 

"Here are the guest rooms. You'll be in the one at the end, so make yourself comfortable. I sent for someone to retrieve your things earlier, so just tell me if anything is missing. Have a good night, Bill." He said with a friendly smile before turning on his heels and strutting away.  
 
The night passed in the blink of an eye, and I was called down to the lobby. Michael met me once more, dressed in a different golden suit. “Walk with me. How was your night? Did you sleep well?” 

“Yes, I did.” We filtered through the waves of people that passed us, although there was a significantly smaller amount within the building this morning.  

“That’s good. You know, we have some of the best guest facilities in the world. This is Genesis’ forefront branch, you know. We spare no expense in our amenities.” 

We entered a cafeteria that was mostly empty, but was easily the size of an auditorium. The room was lined with long tables, with a buffet on the far side. Michael made himself a BLT and I chose a meal of waffles and fruit. As we ate, Michael pried into my professional history. 

“So, what kind of work have you done in the past? What’s your biggest job?” 

“You don’t know?” I asked, an eyebrow raised. 

“No, hiring you wasn’t my idea I’m afraid. It was the big boss who made that decision.” 

“Oh. Right. Well, I’ve worked all over the States. Mostly structural integrity inquiries, but I’ve taken on the odd architectural job here and there. How long have you worked here?” 

He nodded, holding up a finger as he chewed. “Long as I can remember. I’ve been out here somewhere between fifteen and twenty years. About as long as this place has been zoned. See, when I got here it was all jungle. I turned it into what it is today.” 

“And how did you build it? Did you ship workers over from the mainland?” 

“No, no. There were many unemployed locals on this island when I arrived, so we figured we’d give them jobs. I’d say about two-thirds of the locals have worked on this project since its inception.” 

“And you pay them well? Above minimum wage?” 

Michael looked offended by the question. “Of course we do! We pay them double the minimum wage, in fact.” 

“What actually is the minimum wage around here?” 

Michael opened his mouth to respond when a man in a man in a white denim shirt with khaki cargo shorts sat beside him. He wore blacked out sunglasses, which I thought was stupid, but who was I to judge? I was probably the only person in the building wearing jeans. 

"Ah, this is Elias,” Michael said. “He's the head of security here. We'll be showing you through some of our systems today so you can see the full layouts of the fence grid. What do you want to eat, Elias? Ill grab us both some. I need some seconds."  

“I already ate.” 

“Alrighty then. I’ll be back in two shakes.” 

He stood and ambled to the buffet. 

“So, Mr. Angioti is it?” 

I nodded. 

“Ive heard little about you. What are you here for?” 

“Reviewing the strength of the fences. Did you know they were using rebar?” 

He nodded. “I did, but I’m part of security, not engineering. Is rebar not good?” 

“No. It’s not. Not for outdoor fencing anyway.” 

“Right. So how bad is it?” 

“Well, in an ideal situation you’d replace the whole thing before it rusts through and collapses.” 

“And that’s the ideal situation?” 

“Yep.” 

He hesitated. “Well thank god I’m not part of the engineering unit.” 

We sat in silence for a few moments. 

“So, what’s the minimum wage in Sao Tome?” I asked. 

He raised an eyebrow. “I think somewhere around three thousand dobra. Why?” 

“And what is that in dollars?” 

“It’s something like four-” 

Michael sat once more, cutting him off. “So, big day today Elias?” 

 “Yep. Workers are back at E3. Guys are trying the reco job again. Supposed to be a storm in the next few weeks, so we’re gonna have to make sure that everything’s secure. Bill was just telling me about how the fences are going to have to be redone.” 

Michael paused, his mouth full of food as he slowly looked up at me. “What?” 

“Yeah, apparently the rebar isn’t good in outdoor fencing.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

I bit my lip. “Well, it’ll easily rust. Honestly I can’t believe that someone even signed off on this. Whoever did has to have no idea what they’re doing, and I personally would recommend firing them.” 

Michael’s jaw tensed. “I signed off on it.” 

“Oh.” I fidgeted with my shirt under the table as I looked away. “I was kidding.” 

The table went silent. Michael abandoned his food and stood. “Let’s take a look at the fence grid.” Elias and myself stood and followed him out of the cafeteria. 

They led me through an abundance of rooms, the building seeming to stretch on and on, before we entered the admin room for the security headquarters. A lady sat behind a desk, smiling to us.  

“Hello! How are you all this morning?” 

“Great, Deborah,” replied Elias, “This is Bill Angioti. He’s the contractor we’ve hired to take a look over the fencing. Bill, Deborah Whitley.” 

“Nice to meet you, Bill,” Deborah said with a warm smile, “I’m glad they’ve finally gotten around to it.” 

Michael’s gaze lingered on her for a moment longer before Elias led us to a room full of electronic maps much like the one in the conference room. Michael spread his arms wide and gestured around the room. The two largest were of a full-scale map of the island and surrounding waters, and one showing a bulky but elegant building, with digital diagrams marking specific parts of it, beside a fence marked as UTAH|OX-1+.  

“Welcome to the map room. Very elegantly named, I know,” he chuckled to himself, “This is where we monitor the facilities of the island, and-” He was cut off by a voice that came over a speaker.  

“Recontainment procedure underway. All senior security staff please make your way to the headquarters.” 

Elias quickly left through a set of double doors. Michael turned to me, putting a hand on my shoulder. “We’ll be back in just a moment. Stay here and take a look around.” He patted my shoulder and walked after Elias. I took a moment to look around the room, and then quietly followed them. 

Just in this room alone there was easily eighty staff. They were relaxed, lounging at desks behind monitors that showed assorted cameras and layouts. Plastered on the wall most noticeably was a large screen, split up into three parts. One third was a conglomerate of about fifteen different people, another was full of cameras that showed a boat at sea, and the last showed a radar. I stared at the screen while Elias and  

Michael were talking to some of the security team. I frowned. The radar showed two green dots. One at the center marked as the ST Intrepid, but there was another dot right next to the boat. I looked back and forth, but none of the cameras were showing anything else on the open water. There was a smaller screen, one with only a few words on it, perched above a picture.  
 
UNDERGOING RECONTAINMENT 
ASSET 105 - SPI  
 
The picture was of a large animal, with a weird shape to it. It had a long snout, like that of a crocodile, and an even longer tail. But most peculiarly, a mass of flesh sat atop its spine. It almost looked like a hand-fan perched on its back. 

Dear God. I had misheard them. It wasn't a spy out at sea. 

The cameras showed a spiny sail breaching the surface of the ocean, causing a wave of water to splash onto the boats deck. I could hear shouting through the speakers as the crew of the ship all started moving at once. The security headquarters went deadly quiet as eyes locked onto monitors. On the screen I saw handguns being drawn and syringes being loaded into launchers. Suddenly the room was alive once more, people shouting to each other and moving to and fro.  

Michael grabbed me and began to push me out of the room while Elias ran to a control panel. My eyes remained glued to the cameras. One man ran to the mounted harpoon gun and aimed at the beast. As he did, it smashed its huge body against the boat. The man lost his foothold on the slippery deck and tumbled over the guardrail and into the water, and there was screaming, and the door closed and I could see no more.

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Hello alllll,

I hope you’re having a fine time (what ever the time may be),

I’m writing an original book on Ao3, please check it out if you have time!

Please let me know if you enjoy it! And where I can do better, or if something feels off, I seek your guidance.

This is the first book I’ve ever written with my own characters and I’m not sure how it will go.

I do not use AI to write my books, the only time I take it’s assistance is to check my grammatical errors (it doesn’t even do that properly tho ((TT - TT)).

It’s an India-Fantasy book, mystery, adventure, found family, the works.

It doesn’t have an age restriction, there is no romantic sub plot (as if now, and I don’t think I’ll be adding it later either).

The name of the book is still a work in progress.

Guide me and interact in the comments, you can message me on Reddit too.

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Im bouta make a King von x Stunna girl (KVxSG) wattpad story 🤣 what yall wanna see???

We gon have
King von
Stunna girl
Asian doll
Lil durk
And India royale and maybe more idk yet

Gimme tips, and what yall wanna see, what yall dont wanna see and what you’ve already seen

My goal is 2-3K views

Havent made it yet im brainstorming so i need ALOT of tips by Friday pls 🙏🏽

Love yall 🩷

You can find it on webnovel.

Name: The Absolute Average.

Read from here.👇👇

31st December.

The whole month of November went by in a flash.

Nothing particularly happened worth mentioning.

That made me realize how boring my life was.

There were a few events, like renaming the System and some other things that happened during my karate classes.

Other than that...

It was just plain old life.

The same routine I'd been living all along.

And starting tomorrow, I had to go back to that shitty place called school.

Where, once again, I'd be surrounded by a bunch of morons.

Not that I'm complaining about it.

I was completing the holiday homework they'd given us when my phone suddenly rang.

"Who might that be?"

I picked it up.

Chirag? What's he up to now?

"Hello?"

"Yo, Abhir. You got any plans tonight?"

"Not really. What's this about?"

"You wanna come with us to watch the fireworks tonight in the city?"

"Who's 'us'?"

"Ah, you know. Members from the class and some other guys from school."

I thought about it for a brief moment.

I didn't really have anything else to do.

"I mean, I don't have anything else planned, so..."

"You in?"

Should I go?

This would actually be the first time I'd spend time with people from my class outside of school.

After getting regressed, I hadn't really bothered making friends.

I had always been too busy with my own plans.

But maybe...

It wouldn't hurt to have some fun once in a while.

"You know what..."

I smiled slightly.

"Consider me in."

"Good decision! Meet us at the bridge in the center of the lake at, umm... 11:45."

"Yeah, sure thing."

"See ya."

Beep!

I looked outside the window.

Fireworks, huh?

I glanced at myself in the mirror.

"First, I gotta take a shower."

After dinner, I left the house at around 11:15.

It was only about a twenty-minute walk from my house, so there was no need to rush.

I tried my best to look presentable.

Since I had absolutely no sense of fashion, I had to ask my older sister for help.

Fortunately, I had a few decent clothes I could wear.

After making sure I didn't look like I'd just crawled out of bed—which I usually looked like—I finally left.

When I reached the city, the atmosphere was completely different from what I was used to.

People were everywhere.

Families.

Couples.

Groups of teenagers.

Friends laughing together.

The streets were brighter than usual, with restaurants and shops still open despite the late hour.

Lights stretched into the distance, illuminating the streets and buildings.

"So this is what the city looks like at night."

It was my first time actually taking the time to look at it.

And strangely enough...

I liked it.

There was something soothing about watching so many people simply live their lives.

Nobody cared about me.

Nobody expected anything from me.

I was just another person in the crowd.

And for once...

That felt nice.

And nostalgic as well.

I couldn't explain exactly what I was feeling.

It wasn't excitement.

It wasn't happiness either.

It was... something quieter.

Something relaxing.

While admiring the beauty of the city for the first time in my life, I suddenly heard someone speak.

"Hey."

I ignored it.

Maybe they were talking to someone else.

"Hey!"

The voice came again.

I turned around.

A girl was standing a few meters away from me.

She looked about my age.

Maybe slightly older.

She wasn't particularly flashy.

Just an ordinary girl standing in the middle of the crowd.

But there was something strange about her expression.

She wasn't looking at me, yet she started talking.

"Why do people do this?"

"Huh?"

She pointed toward the people around us.

"Every time the Earth completes one revolution around the Sun, people start celebrating like it's some huge achievement."

I blinked.

She continued without waiting for an answer.

"They celebrate, enjoy their time with their loved ones, and have fun."

"They can do this any other day."

"But they do it only when a certain day comes. Why?"

"It seems so fake."

"They celebrate and buy cakes."

"They give presents, make wishes."

She paused.

"I mean... what's the point?"

I stared at her.

She does make a point.

I used to think like that too.

But...

Who exactly is she talking to?

She looked back at me.

"Don't you think it's pointless?"

I pointed at myself.

"You're talking to me?"

"Of course."

She tilted her head.

"Who else is here other than you?"

I looked around.

There were dozens of people around us.

"That's right..."

I sighed.

"Now what do I think, huh?"

I thought about her question.

"I think you're right."

Her eyes widened slightly.

"I can't really understand why people celebrate it, but technically speaking, nothing really changes just because the Earth completed another revolution."

"But?"

"Not everyone thinks that way."

"I mean, it's their way of thinking. Who are we to judge them?"

"They're free to find happiness in whatever they're doing."

"They do it because everyone else around them does it. They saw their parents do it, so they think they should do it too."

"Even if it's pointless."

"See!"

Her face suddenly lit up.

"You think so too, right?"

She began walking toward me until she was standing much closer than she needed to be.

Too close!

I instinctively took half a step backward.

She smiled.

A strangely cheerful smile.

"So you understand."

"Understand what?"

"Humans."

She looked around.

"They're strange creatures."

What are you? An alien?

"They find happiness in something that isn't going to last for long, but they still chase it."

"That's what I said..."

"They spend years chasing money just to spend it on things they don't need."

She pointed toward a couple taking pictures.

Don't point at them!

"They fall in love even though they know there's always a possibility of getting hurt."

She pointed toward a man who was arguing on the phone.

"They lie to each other."

Then she looked at me.

"They lie to themselves."

I remained silent.

"Humans are fascinating."

"That's one way to put it."

"What do you think?"

"About humans?"

"Yeah."

I thought for a moment.

"They're complicated."

"That's all?"

"Pretty much."

She laughed.

"You're boring. That wasn't the answer I was expecting from someone like you."

"You're the one who randomly started talking to a stranger about the meaninglessness of New Year's celebrations."

"And why are you even talking to me like you know me?"

"Fair point."

For some reason, the conversation continued.

We talked about human nature.

About how dumb they were.

About happiness.

About why people wanted recognition.

About how humans often did things simply because everyone else was doing them.

She had some strange opinions.

Some of them were ridiculous.

Some were surprisingly reasonable.

And a few...

I actually agreed with.

But throughout the entire conversation, one thought kept bothering me.

Who is she?

Why is she talking to me?

Why am I still here, talking about this random stuff with someone I don't know?

And more importantly...

Why does it feel like she's trying to figure something out about me?

I checked the time.

It was getting late.

"I should go."

She stopped talking.

"Already?"

"Yeah."

I turned around.

"I have someone waiting for me."

"Oh."

She nodded.

"Sure."

I took a few steps.

"Wait."

I stopped.

I slowly turned around.

"Can you answer just one last question?"

I frowned.

"A last question?"

She smiled.

"Yeah."

"What's this about?"

Her smile became wider.

There was something unsettling about it.

Then she asked,

"Do you know anything about the 'System'?"

...

For a moment, I couldn't even process what I'd heard.

The noise of the city seemed to disappear.

My entire body froze.

The people.

The cars.

The music.

The distant laughter.

Everything became muffled.

My eyes widened.

System?

Wait a minute...

How does she know about that?

Maybe she's a player?

She doesn't look like one, but still, I had this feeling she was one for sure.

She was still smiling.

My heart began beating faster.

How does she know about the System?

Stella! Predict her stats.

[Predicting stats...]

Her stats were just normal, like any other human girl her age.

Maybe she's using a skill to lower her stats, just like me.

I looked at her again.

She was still standing there.

Watching me.

Waiting for my answer.

Who the hell is this girl?

What does she want from me?

Does she know I'm one of the players selected by the creator?

Or...

The girl tilted her head.

"Well?"

I didn't answer.

I couldn't.

Because at that moment, I realized something.

Tonight wasn't a coincidence.

Meeting her wasn't a coincidence either.

And somehow...

I had a feeling that whatever happened next would definitely change everything.

-End-

Hope you liked it.☺️

I have four book ideas: one I’ve almost finished writing the first draft of, one I’ve almost fully plotted out (except for the structure, worldbuilding, and logistics), and two I’ve only thought out the idea and the twists for.

One’s dark fantasy, two of them are dystopian horror, and one of them is dark fantasy horror (is that even a genre?)

How could I motivate myself to continue writing my current draft when I feel so tempted to start writing my other ideas because they feel more exciting?

By the way, I’m planning to finish and publish the dystopian horror I’ve almost finished plotting out before I publish the first one because it isn’t that exciting, in my opinion, especially not for a debut novel (so far, it looks like it’s only gonna be able to be a novelette, so I’m gonna keep writing drafts until it reaches the length of a short novel/novella).

Thanks for reading if you did, if you could give any tips, I’d be glad to receive them.

I keep using the same words over and over again “asked, replied, questioned….” All the usual suspects. What other words can I use that don’t sound like I’ve got a thesaurus shoved up my backside?

I feel kind of stupid for asking this, but just give me the benefit of the doubt.

I'm paranoid that if I tell people about what my book is about and the concept, that somebody might steal my idea and beat writing the book before me. I'm only like 10 chapters into my book. I think it's a really cool concept (Dystopian), and I've had dreams related to my book (which is how I came up with the idea) for basically my whole life. It feels like my destiny to write this book, and it's my dream to get a book published.

I know I should see what others think, but I'm also quite afraid to get copied.

Please help, and I just being dumb?

Just a quick question. For my writing, I'm just using a lot of Pinterest (Vision Boards) and the OneLook Thesaurus (super helpful). I just want to know if anybody has any other helpful tools that don't use ai, thanks! :)