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A Powerful Secret Book 2

What’s the issue this time?

Why is that even a question? The issues should be pretty clear.

Whoever said that Ryo wasn’t going to face any punishment for having another ability outburst again… was lying. Aside from the emotional punishment — loneliness, stress, guilt, grief — having jail time in Cerbilis, the prison created for superhumans, is only worse. And he doesn’t even get better or figure out how to manage his damn power in the duration of time he spends over there — which, by the way, is constantly changing. He’s landed with a year in prison, and then it gets cut down to six months with a parole sentence.

However, he figures that he deserves more than that.

My fault, my mess. I’m the monster here, so am I not getting punished more for it?

On the flipside, he was promised to “reform” during his prison sentence and “get better” as time went on.

Yeah. That’s not happening at all.

Once he gets out for his parole sentence, though… things quickly take a sharp, abrupt turn, and he’s led to somewhere unexpected.

Kazu Sachihiro —-  an innocent and almost failure-less (almost)person, thank you very much — is stuck, still wondering about his father, Naozumi Sachihiro. Every day feels like a search for him, and nothing comes out of it. The pressure just gets worse, but he doesn’t want to express it. He’s never failed so many times before — and he’s not supposed to.

But I am failing. So many failed attempts. That makesme a failure.

And lastly…

The Paranormal Fighting Alliance — or PFA — has been hidden long enough, even when superhumans were exposed, but there’s no hiding now. Everyone’s got eyes on them, waiting to see if they’re a good organization or not. And so far… there’s, well, mostly disapproval.

The spotlight’s only more pressuring as the Alliance has to deal with a new blossoming issue.

That issue, you ask?

Having their members going missing.

A/N:Second book in the APS series. You should… well, you should probably read the first, but that was probably pretty obvious. Anywho, this might be a shorter book than B1 but I’m hoping it packs a punch.

Contains violence, language, and (a bit) of gore.

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The Tale of Guy

Prologue

Two Roads

It wasn't a busy road. Signs of any sort of treading are scarcely found, not even the prints of deer have their hooves pressed in the ground. Matter of fact, although it looked to be more friendlier than its neighbor on the left, people tend to choose the rougher road; even when carrying the knowledge of its dangers. Why? Well... the problem wasn't the road, but the rumors that taint it, "I heard he shot someone's dog just because it peed near his house!" "I heard he killed four men, with only two bullets!" "Yeah? Well I heard he stole a woman's husband... not wife, but husband!"

"Say the right yeah? It looks safer than the left road--" "Oh you don't wanna go down that road, that's where the man that looks like a crow lives."

Yada yada-- the rumors go beyond the highest mountain tips, echoing down into the ears of gossiping housewives. Becoming a children's tale, "Ever heard of the big bad wolf?" Nah, kids of these days grow up to hear, "Ever heard of the big bad crow?"

Silly rumors, I know, but enough of'em to make any stranger to those parts weary; as it is better safe than sorry.

But that's just the country's half of the story, the one based on half-truths and well-spoken lies... have I made you curious enough yet? Well if I haven't made you curious I sure have made my own self! Which is good enough for me. After all, I always find those painted in lies to be the most truthful of them all. And I'm just plain bored, so whether I get shot or find a cool fella worth givin' a shot-- well, it's all the same to me. So what do ya say? Wanna take a venture down that road less taken?

Ayo, author here!

"Another story..? You're not even finished with the others." I know I know, but I just can't seem to rummage any care for my other stories right now (As they are a bit more "serious" and I wish to really write those ones well) So I'll be taking a little break from those other stories of mine on here for awhile, since my passion for them is kind of drained right now ^^''

But since I want to keep writing still involved in my daily life, here's a comedic/semi-serious story about the wildwest!

Backstory of the story...

The Tale of Guy, is actually a story not solely from myself, but also from my bestfriend, who's also a writer. We came up with it while high on a sugar rush, just messing around with random ideas that sprawled into our brains lol.

We both looooooveeee this western video game that I HIGHLY RECOMMEND LIKE-- *chefs kiss* but ahnyways-- Red dead redemption 2! It's an insanely good game if you like cowboy stories, and free-roaming games. But yeah! My friend isn't too good with writing comedy... all her stories are extremely serious and dark, so she is very good in those aspects lol But I am not-- so! Since our writing styles are drastically different from one another, this story will def be different from what I usually tend to write. That being said... this story won't be too long, nor will it be too quick, but I plan to finish it sometime within the next coming months. Aha-- we'll see how that goes... but ye! HOpe you enJOY!

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Memories Dreamnt

Prologue | Beginning of the End

It's a rainy afternoon. The garden flowers glisten, as raindrops decorate their closed petals. A young man, whom people seek out with the name, Ren; fixates his blue eyes on the gentle few sun rays— that peak their way through the clouds. Silence prevails his lonely room. Ren then exhales a burdened sigh. Shifting here and there in his bed trying to find comfort, he soon gives up, and begins to stare again, straight through the light that livens his eyes; making their shallow depths deep like the unknown waters.

————————————————IMPORTANT! + signs indicate the character thinking to themselves +* signs indicate action *————————————————

Ren—"+Maybe it's just because i'm older now. But i never felt more relieved than when it rains. Especially on days like these... where i find it difficult to cry+"

Ren gets up from his bed, grabbing his cane. He begins to walk slowly down the narrow hallways of a simply decorated townhouse. Aimlessly he walks, as his feet seem to carry him to the floors of a wet patio; he follows suit to the drenched surroundings, and steps into the pouring drops. Sighing, he lifts his head up towards the rain, closing his blue eyes. He speaks in a quiet, gentle voice.

Ren—"Mom.. my times up now huh? Is this how you felt? Did you feel as helpless as I do right now?"

Rens grandma, Chiko, passes by the patio. She stops as she sees Ren standing in the rain; running over as quickly as her tiny feet can scurry.

Chiko—"Ren darling! What're you doing out here? You'll catch a cold!"

Ren—"*he turns around looking at his grandma with his blue eyes* Grandma.. I'm going to miss you."

Chiko—"Ren..? What do you mean, no ones going anywhere."

Ren—"Dont make me say it aloud please... *he says with a solemn expression* It's already too hard for me. *smiles slightly*"

Chiko—"I'm sorry dear... I'm... *she chokes up as tears begin to fall*"

Ren—"+Dont cry please... don't make me feel so..+"

Chiko staggers into a rickety chair set underneath the patio roof, Ren kneels before her with a sad smile, wiping away her tears. The twisting of a knob opens the door, welcoming Rens younger brother, Rin.

Rin—"I'm finally homee! I smell food, but why don't i see anyone? Helloo~? *he looks around then sees Ren, he walks over* There you are!.. Man it's pouring out here. Why're you two— *he pauses as he sees Chiko crying* ..W-whats wrong?"

Chiko—"I... I'll leave you two alone."

Ren—"Grandma.. don't—"

Chiko—"Shh... *kisses Rens cheek* Don't worry darling."

Chiko says with slight regret, leaving the two brothers alone.

Rin—"Ren... what's going on?"

Rins older brother just stands there smiling without reason, furrowing his brows slightly. Clenching his fist Rin raises his voice, staring at his brother with his black eyes.

Rin—"Could you stop smiling for a second and tell me why the heck grandma was crying!?"

Ren—"*he looks down* i'm sorry I.. *he looks back up at Rin* I just don't want your last image of me to be a gloomy face."

Rin—"Ren! *he shouts* Just stop. Just... for once could you stop pretending? I don't even know you anymore...because all you do is keep smiling, acting like nothings wrong! You don't tell me anything, what happened? You don't think i can handle it!? I'm tired of it Ren..."

Rin chokes up as he grits his teeth. Soon letting go of his grip, his body becomes weak as he dangles his head downward; letting his tears flow. And in a weary voice—

Rin—"I'm tired of you not letting me love you the same way you love me."

Ren drops his cane grabbing onto Rin quickly. The two of them embracing in the pressure of an ongoing pour of rain drops, and tears.

Ren—"Rin... I'm sorry, I was just trying... *holds back tears* ..to keep you happy."

Rin—"You think i was happy knowing that every time you smiled it wasn't real? Ren please... in these last moments, could you just let me make up for all that you've done for me? *he looks at Ren* D-Don't leave the same way mother did."

The two brothers get lost in each other's eyes. Each having a fearful expression; their brows furrowed inwards, quivering lips, with a hiccup from their crying. Rin looks at his older brother with his black eyes that are curtained with a veil of tears. Making Ren loses himself, bursting into a shivering sorrow, not even the amounts of rain can hide the flow of tears falling down his pale gray cheeks.

Ren—"Why do i have to go too Rin..? I don't... I really don't want to.. *he leans his head against Rins shoulder* It doesn't feel fair at all."

Rin—"*holds Ren* I know brother... but one day we'll be together again. Well that's what they say, but we'll believe it okay!? And till then, i'll always be talking to you, everyday. And i know you'll hear every word... you won't be alone okay?"

Ren speaks in whispering tones, seeming to be gasping with his every word said.

Ren—"I don't know if i can believe it Rin... everything that i was so sure of, just seems to feel so wrong now.."

Ren grips tighter onto his brother, trembling in his arms; as puts Rin puts his hands on Rend cheeks, trying to see his face. They look at each other once again.

Rin—"You can Ren, because i promise... I'll believe enough for the both of us, I promise Ren! BecauseI—"

Ren—"—Love you."

Ren falls. As he lets out his last breath before dying. Rin yells, and begins to laugh in disbelief— calling his brothers name over and over, before falling down to the floor. Embracing his brother in his arms. Chiko hears Rin's desperate cries, as she falls to the ground at the miserable sight.

Itsuki, Ren/Rins father, comes home from work. He sighs while taking off his scruffed shoes, placing down a suitcase. Walking around he hears the echoes of his family, beginning to think to himself... "no.. no—"

Rin—"D-dad.."

Itsuki—"No... it can't be.. Ren! *he falls to the ground crying*"

Suddenly a ghost appears with the appearance of a man. Unable to be seen by Itsuki and his family. The ghost speaks to himself in a bored tone.

Ghost—"About time... Goodness, so emotional! *sighs* It's times like these where I almost have a heart again. But I don't!"

The ghost reaches his hand into the heart of Ren, taking out a glowing seed; examining it, he seems amused. As he smiles from ear to ear, with menacing eyes.

Ghost—"What a beautiful heart, Mmm... such a shame~"

The Ghost disappears. Leaving the family alone on the patio, crying over the death of a son, grandson, and brother. The rain begins to slowly subside, and the flowers begin to open their petals; with gentle rays showing themselves through the opening of the fading to white clouds.

Benjiros JournalEntry #1—————————————————"Sometimes life shatters. And often times, we don't know why. The picture we were so familiar with, no longer makes sense. Making us go insane, cry, then try to rummage any reason to answer that taunting question... "Why?"

Most of the time we can't find an answer. Forcing us to live with a picture, that is almost impossible to accept. But of course time moves on, and so we somehow learn to function with our hearts missing pieces. Because time doesn't heal, time forgets. And it's either we forget along with it, or choose to suffer... suffer to find those missing pieces. Till our tears are shed... for something beautiful.

Please don't give up, my dear son.—————————————————End of Entry#1—Benjiros Journal

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Itsuki—"Ren...not you too... why couldn't I save you!?"

Rin—"*leans his head against Rens*"

Chiko—"Son please..."Itsuki's expression shifts from that of sadness, to one of a confused angry man. As he stands up— charging away into the house, dreading to look back.

Itsuki—"No..! +this is all wrong, it's... all wrong. Please someone help me... I don't know what to do anymore+"—————————————————End of EP#1Beginning of the end

Author— a.t.e

Written -- 3/8/2021

Hello! Its me a.t.e :))

I just wanted to give a lil'story on the discovery of Memories Dreamnt~

I remember having a strange dream where everything was at peace. There were two boys walking down along a pathway decorated with falling cherry blossoms; chatting gleefully. And like the usual dream everything suddenly transpired into some sort of picture wall of many different, what it seemed to be, memories of the two boys. For some reason these memories started disappearing one by one. Making one of the boys worry immensely as his friend was somehow going to die along with these memories. So his friend, decided to suffer the disappearance of the memories by sacrificing himself in their stead; inevitably dying for the sake of his friend surviving. The last picture I saw was the boy, now a ghost, looking at his friend who sits in the classroom at the desk they once shared. And smiling, with gloomy gray eyes.

This is where my dream had ended. Upon waking up I had a river of thoughts rushing through my mind! Thus starting the beginning of my writing journey :))

Memories Dreamnt was originally meant to be a comic, but sadly I'm not all that great at drawing yet so haah-- ;; It might be written a lil'odd in the beginning because of that. Dialogue may seem like a script-log, and such. But I'm trying my best to make it more of a book-style type of ware!

Anyways-- I hope whoever made it this far, enjoys my story and finds an intriguing world blooming inside their mind~

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My name is #2006

Prologue

365 days

In the corner of a room, the gentle breath of a child rests in slumber. A small thin body dressed in white clothing, her darkly tanned legs dangling over the warm wooden planked floor. Her arms form a makeshift pillow, while dainty hands caress her black pixie cut hair; with rays bouncing off fading to silver streaks.

Her eyes begin to widen upon being awakened by the clear voice of a man. Before quickly shifting into firm footing, standing lean as a wall. Her eyes the only thing remaining low to the ground.

Her ears twitch by the raising of tone-- "Recite the purpose!" the clear voiced man says. Rummaging an intake of air, the young girl obeys and in the tiniest of childlike voices,

"365 days is what it takes for the earth to go round the fiery planet we call, sun. 365 days is what makes up the small sum of time we call, year. 365 days is when everything everyone dreams of, happens to one or another, in one of those 365 days. One year, 12 months; break it down, 8760 hours, 525,600 minutes, 31,536,000 seconds. Remember this, because this is what we call-- life. And without this, everything will cease to be, those who breathe this life will cease to be, and those who've never breathed this-- never were. Because life is ever-changing, it is preceding the moment of stillness. And once that step forward is halted, this is the moment that every human being is aware of-- when life stops; death. Remember this also, because this is the reason for your entirety. One day the 365 days will come to a halt, the day when change is suddenly nevermore, that moment when the world will reap all that it has sowed; and they will know his name, through your own-- never forget this."

And at a halt it was made, through the astonishment in the faces of little children clothed in white; scurrying back into orderly position at the rippling of shadows coming from the walking of the smirking man. Who then resumes class at the clack of his wooden stick.

Tightening her neck as to refrain from sighing in relief-- she dangles her legs once again. Getting lost in the interest of her eyes... that look back at her from her reflection, that portrays itself onto the rounded window.

Then just as quickly as her short attention span, the years slip by.

Lights turn on inside a room, empty as a mans stare who just lost all feeling in his heart. An alarm pierces through awakened ears, as the sun rising high as ever reveals itself through the vast array of rounded windows, one set between each door; each unlocking the bedroom of a child with nothing to hide.

And with the jiggling of door knobs, hastily positioned white booted feet, thump onto the floor. Children ranging from the ages 14 to 17 imitate the stance of a marine, waiting for their commander to say, "At ease." As silence reigns, in the stillness of the air where a pen drop sounds like an explosion with its echo.

While usually enveloping its admirer in all its glorious warmth, the sun appears dim and gray once it reaches the inside of this sorely decorated hallway. Suddenly, breaking the still pattern of this atmosphere-- is a bean pole of a man.

Setting one foot heavily in front of the other, creaking the metal floor, he strikes every child paralyzed; as he swiftly but intensely examines them, as every glance feels like a stare down.

Till he comes to a halt. His eyebrows furrowing towards one another, the air quivers as stares roam around in search for answers. But time being no more lenient for this man than it is for any other-- he carries on. Reaching the head of the hallway, looking down to the other end.

And in this moment, no movement besides the blinking of eyes can be seen nor heard. That is until the stoic man breaks the seal placed on his tightly locked pretty lips; unmasking a voice that puts a bears roar to shame. Spouting the words--

"God has opened his eyes once again. Till he closes them, what do we say?" And in a roaring well-orchestrated symphony, the children reply altogether, "At your heed!"———————————————————End of Prologue365 days———————————————————Author | a.t.e———————written | 1/20/2022

Hey! It's me again :))

Here's another story of mine that I started working on in the beginning of this year. This one, like my first story-- Memories Dreamnt, is also inspired off of a strange dream I had.

Growing up I always had a lot of strange dreams. And more often than not, most of these dreams are more fittingly to be called nightmares. I can't remember the last time I've had a "normal" dream, everyone I can ever recall has always been like some sort of terrifying horror movie; filled with monsters, gruesome killings, demon like beings-- I won't go into it... you get the gist right?? heheh.

Anyways, why am I telling you about my silly nightmares? WELL! bEcause Jimmy, I'm sure you're witty enough to realize why. But since I'm already taking the time and care to write this, I'll just blurt it out for ya.

Yes yes... My name is #2006 is inspired by a nightmare that I had longggg not too longgg ago. So, that being said, I'll also tell you what happened in that dream.

POV of your authors mind

There was these children, sitting somewhere extremely foggy. Wearing the same thing as the other beside them, and standing there like they were statues. If I'm being honest, I can't remember much of it anymore-- but what I remember the most, is that strange... eerie, almost... I want to say drenched in a type of horrid suspense, just waiting... waiting for something to happen in that stale world. These kids, I do remember, were being controlled by someone. This person kept them somewhere that seemed so heavenly on the outside, yet on the inside of yourself-- you felt so dreadfully the opposite.

End.

Not really a POV eh?? Well, can't say I didn't try. I think the worst part about a nightmare is not what you see, but what you feel. It's absolutely wretched.

That being said, you can probably grasp that I have some pretty bad dreams. Looll *cough*

Dang this is getting too long-- turning more so into a rant than a quick description huh? I'll end it here then :)) I hope that I am able to convey the feelings of my nightmares into this story so that whoever is reading may feel just as horrified as me. *wink*

(I'm just kidding guys. It will only be scary sometimes, not all the time :)

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