Absolutely Not. Acacia doesn't want anything in life other than her chunky notebook, her grades, and her cat. What could go wrong?

Absolutely Everything.

Update post day : Every Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday.

Plan Schedule : 3 Chapters / week

Three friends went on a vacation while working on a painting assignment from their college art program in Scotland. As a student, Ren had to minimize expenses as much as possible. Therefore, through a pamphlet found online, Ren was lucky to find a recommendation for a beautiful vacation spot.

The asphalt road beside which there was a Villa. Located on the Perthshire highlands and close to the natural landscape of Tay Forest Park. With fauna that enlivens the quiet park such as deer.

Or if you look to the right, the ground slopes down, offering a stunning view of Loch Tay Lake. The breeze is gentle, and the fish are fresh and large.

The three friends had been worried before. This was because before Ren found the villa's location on the pamphlet, they had already visited 3 accommodations and declined to stay because they were expensive, wandering for three hours just looking at the forest stretches beside them.

However, their worries were alleviated after they found the Villa, owned by Lady De Polcester.

Yet...

It was during their stay at Lady De Polcester's Villa that their sense of worry began to grow again.

f aWell, this story came about listening to the song "Blame It On The Drugs" fanmix, put together by RockyRoadz. I caught some of the lyrics in this song and started brainstorming some events for the story. I plan to write the events as short stories and then piece them together.

I will try to keep my attention, time and writing on this particular story, so I can at least have one story done. I will be writing in storylinecreator first, then upload it to here for you all to read.

Here is the link to the fanmix by RockyRoadz. As you can see the vocals are by Juice WRLD.

Blame It On The Drugs - Juice WRLD [prod. RockyRoadz]:

If anybody want to be a proofreader or a co-writer, let me know, because I actually need to make some scenes (chapters) longer and I'm working on that. But it would be appreciated if some kind of input was brought in to this story from others.

Update (Issue #1): I was working on this for a few minutes (lol, you can laugh if you want, i don't think its really good but its something). I am currently working on Issue #2; I have something short written for this issue but I am trying to make it longer so be patient with me.

A collection for the future Wuthering Waves Fanfiction I will make KYAAAAAAAA \\>_<//.

I will main Yuanwu <3

> Will accept any ideas regarding Wuthering Waves and I will consider it!

> This fanfiction's limit is the entire Wuthering Waves World. I really like how their world building is open for a rich and lively world (Though it is apocalyptic)

> Unlike my Bubble Box, this collection will only contain Wuthering Waves content and my craziness for this game.

The Four Kingdoms had to defend their home once already. Twenty years ago, the self-proclaimed, Lord Varamont launched a full-scale war on the inhabitants of the continent of Monmarolin.

Using his enslaved demons, he made his way across the land slaughtering without prejudice. If they did not submit to his will, they would die.

In the end of the four year long war, Lord Varamont was surrounded by the human, elf, and dwarven alliance. They had fought hard and had lost many but they had never given up.

Before the alliance could end the sadistic demon wizard, he used his last amount of magic to separate their forces, permanently. He split the entire continent into four islands and filled the empty space between with dark magic of his own creation.

Today, he makes his return to continue where he left off. And this time he would not face defeat.

One day, Yaming participated in the new and exciting Desire Grand Prix from another world.

[Winning Conditions: Whoever can turn the strongest and most arrogant princess into an exclusive doll will gain victory in the Grand Prix.]

Well, that's nothing, but the problem is that the identity assigned to Yaming... is actually a predatory plant!

Compared to the identities assigned to the other contestants, such as Brave Man, Prince of a Neighboring Country, and Noble Young Master, the predatory plant in the cave looked extremely weak and pitiful. However...

When the plant finally controlled the princess to beat all the contestants, everyone's expressions were stunned!

Why do we, all children of fate... lose to a plant?

Priscilla Everstow lived a sheltered life until her brother, Joel, was expelled from Oxford University. When Joel returned home with his pregnant fiancee Charlotte Plumb, the situation spiraled out of control quickly. Faced with sudden jealousy and turmoil, Priscilla longs to get away from the home she grew up in. When handsome Spencer Wilkes-Porter begins courting her, she discovers a means of escape. He proposes to her, and she starts planning her wedding—but her well-designed plans change daily. Deep in her heart, she knows her brother's new wife is involved in the deception but, when she complains, no one believes her. As Charlotte begins to dominate the Everstow family, Priscilla falls further into the background until she becomes a part of the Shadows. .

"In an accident, I started drifting in space..."

☆This novel is composed of a mixture of various trivia, conspiracy theories, illusions, legends and my own random thoughts, etc. Please read it with a relaxed and open mind, and welcome rational discussions.

☆It will be updated when inspiration comes, and I don't know when it will be completed? Please be patient if you want to keep reading~ (laughs)

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★Chinese Version :《飄流太空日誌》

Dark skies covered the mountains. Heavy rain was pouring as if a deity in the heavens was weeping at the conflict below. A conflict that had not been seen in decades. It was as if the cycle had begun anew. One of the mountains had just been decapitated, losing its jagged  peak and breaking into pieces and falling down its slope. Something crashed through it, falling down into the valley below.

A boy emerges from the rubble. He was beaten, bruises covering his entire body. Blood was trickling down his face and arms, panting heavily from his previous scuffle with…A man lands right in front of him. He picks the boy up with one hand by the neck, lifting him up from his feet and into the air. “Pathetic.” The man hurls him into another mountain, this time creating a hole in the center of it and crashing down into the dunes. The boy crawls up from underneath the sand, his body starting to give out on him. He would not win this battle unless someone else helped him or he unleashed his true power. The former was unlikely because everyone had been ordered to defend the innocent civilians across the kingdom. But the latter… he vowed to never unleash that power again no matter the cost. But the situation was dire. Perhaps it was the only way to guarantee that he would live and to prevent the kingdom from falling to this man. He lands before the boy, picking him up from the neck again. However, instead of flinging him across the island again he throws him onto his back just a few feet away.

“Aren’t you supposed to be the best student the academy has had in decades!? What’s the matter with you?!” the man exclaims.

The boy remains silent.

“Not going to say anything? Just going to glare at me like a kid who doesn’t get what he wants? Fine, don’t say anything. I’ll do all the talking like I always do,” the man starts circling around the boy while eyeing him down.

“You think you’re going to stop me? You are sorely mistaken, little baboon. What you’re doing here is only delaying the inevitable. The academy incident was but the fuel to the flame. Call it a… gentle push, to keep my plan in motion. I planted the seed to this beautiful garden of chaos long ago when I left this place. And now? Now it can finally bloom into my most magnificent art piece!!” the man rejoices, stretching his arm and hands into the air. He turns to the boy and asks, “So, what do you think?”

“You’re a fuckin’ psychopath, you know that?” the boy taunts with a raspy voice.

“Ohoho, it speaks! How wonderful! I thought I broke you from playing with you too roughly…”

“You know….” the boy gets up slowly. “Maybe I’m starting to understand why the principal banished your ass,” he sneers.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?” the man asks heatedly.

“I mean, think about it…. With how insane you are, I’m surprised he didn’t kill you. If I was in his shoes, I definitely would have…”

The man is furious, fists clenched and staring at the boy like a jaguar about to kill its prey. “You should learn to respect your elders, you primitive neanderthal.” He lunges at the boy to deal a critical blow, but this time, he counters it and sends him flying instead into a nearby hill. The man emerges from the dirt and dusts himself off.

“Come on, answer me this. What makes you think that this plan of yours will really work out? Be honest. You’re doing this all for what? To prove you’re better than everyone? That has to be the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard. Everyone wants to be better than everyone else! But no one is as brainless enough as you are to go to these extreme measures! See, now I’m starting to understand you more. You’re no threat. You’re just a pest that needs to be eradicated.” I’ve never said anything like that to anyone before! And yet… Why did it feel so good? Oh man, I think I’m having an adrenaline overload… I-I need to calm down before… The boy’s thoughts are interrupted as the man lunges at him again, screaming like a barbarian raiding a village. He pummels him into the ground with the intent to take his life as the boy begins to slip away from the living world. “After I kill you, monkey, I’m going after the rest of your pathetic school! I will find them and when I do, everyone is going to witness my absolute power before I wipe them from existence! Your principal! Your professors! Your friends! Even your WORTHLESS! LITTLE! BROTHER!”

My… brother? The boy felt a sudden surge of power flow through his body. It was growing by the millisecond. Intense heat suddenly surrounded the both of them. The heat became unbearable almost immediately, as the man stopped pummeling him and had to retreat. It would take a few yards before the heat finally dissipated. He looked back at the boy and his surroundings, and everything in the area was dying. The grass, insects, reptiles, birds, trees…everything. The boy rose up, his veins glowing red-hot like the surface of the sun. Suddenly a bright light equivalent to that of a thousand suns blinded the man as he screamed in agony, followed by an explosion loud enough and powerful enough to shake the earth. A few moments pass before the light subsides, and the man recovers from the emotional event. He gazed back to where the boy was and what he saw would shake his core. A flaming deity stood before him, towering higher than the tallest trees. Wings whiter than the clouds, flames brighter than the sun, and a body that belonged to the men of legends. The area around him was nothing but molten lava, the result of his intense heat. The only thing the man could do was gawk at him.

“YOU WILL NOT TOUCH A SINGLE HAIR ON HIS HEAD,” the deity says with a booming voice.

The man regains his composure before speaking. “Touched a nerve, did I? Well then, this should be interesting,” the man says amusingly.

The deity surrounds himself with rings of fire and balls of molten lava while the man begins to radiate mana around him. Two titans. Two souls. One will. One is the harbinger of chaos, the other is the guardian of peace. One is full of compassion and light, the other is full of darkness and resentment. But they are both driven to bring the world into their own version of an age of order.

Coming Soon: Queen of Ash and Stone will be published on Amazon.com

In the medieval city of Evermore, 15-year-old Princess Elodie Ashking's world shatters with the assassination of her parents, thrusting her, unprepared, into the role of Queen. She grapples with grief, haunted by memories of her departed mother and relying on the support of her trusted Prime Advisor, Bishop Callex. Follow Elodie's journey of impulsive decisions that will shape not only her future, but the future of her entire kingdom.

I had the idea for this story many years ago, it all began with an OC I used for casual roleplaying. Then the story for this character remained kicking around in my head for many, many years and underwent a lot of changes and adjustments before reaching its current state. In the beginning I had a lot of trouble writing this story. I took a lot of inspiration from different kinds of books, but the one book that finally helped me actually get anything written was The Chronicles of Narnia.

Under Bruce Wayne's tenure as the legendary Batman, the Caped Crusader of Gotham City, the city was made safe once more for the  citizens to live out their lives and go about their daily business. Tackling the issues of crime and corruption that Gotham PD  showed no interest in or was outright involved with, Batman was soon faced with dangerous new sorts of foes that were more than he could handle when iconic super villains like the Joker, Riddler, Scarecrow, and the Penguin began terrorizing the citizens of Gotham. Guided by the unwavering aide of his Bat Family, a collection of his former sidekicks,  the Caped Crusader was able to thwart the villains' plans and keep them from wreaking any further havoc, but now a new threat has reared its head in Gotham.  Known as the Death Gamblers, this latest clandestine criminal enterprise, led by the enigmatic Mr. Presentor, aims to plunge Bruce Wayne's beloved city back into its former darkness. Combatting the tenacious tentacles of this mysterious organization, the Bat Family soon uncovers whispers of a more sinister threat. Has the ominous shadow of the malevolent Court of Owls truly faded into obscurity or are the rumors of the resurgence of the most formidable evil the Bat Family has ever faced a chilling reality that will challenge the very essence of the Bat Family's mission? In this gripping tale of vigilance and the enduring power of the Bat, the battle for Gotham's soul rages on as old and new threats converge in the shadows of the night.

The Bat Family (C) DC Entertainment

"LETS GOOOOOO," I wince as Mike screams, his voice filled with unrestrained excitement that echoes through the car. 6 girls and 5 boys, 11 teenagers in total, all driving 132 miles per hour on a back road, on our way to a party that promises a night of unforgettable adventures. The eclectic group includes Mike, the charismatic high school jock whose energy fills the car; Luis, the lovable nerdy geek with a penchant for trivia; Brain, the enigmatic bad boy whose presence always adds a hint of danger to any outing; Luke, Mike's loyal right-hand man known for his unwavering support; Damian, the quiet observer who often surprises us with his insightful remarks; Isabella, the stunning popular girl who effortlessly commands attention; Jocelyne, the book nerd whose witty banter with Luis never fails to entertain; Lynn, the rebellious spirit who adds a spark of unpredictability to every gathering; Trish, Isabella's vivacious best friend who complements Luke's edginess perfectly; and me, Rika, the free spirit, content with simply being in the company of my closest friends.

Our bond has strengthened over the past 2 years, solidifying into a tight-knit group that thrives on camaraderie and shared experiences. As we speed towards the party venue, thundering down the remote road, Isabelle's concerned voice cuts through the wind, drawing my attention. "Hey Rika," she shouts over the rushing air, her eyes filled with genuine care, "you seem down, you okay?" I offer a faint smile in response and gaze out the window, my thoughts drifting as the anticipation for the night ahead mounts.