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[Poem] one stone

Hi, guys. I've got something for you. A poem. Hooray!(to myself)
I promise that in a few days I will post a short story.
Until then here you go: one stone

Hi, guys. I've got something for you. A poem. Hooray!(to myself) I promise that in a few days I will post a short story. Until then he...

at 2:47:00 PM

My comment to WW formal response to Qidian

Weed is fullest in its beauty
If flowers aren't in sight.
The wisest's,
and
The strongest's...
Just a frog,
If staring at the bottom of a wheel.
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A tear for no-one's Emperor.
A thought for swordless armies.
God's smile.
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For all you, peasants, out there
A shovel: Attack!

[My friend Matei helped me edit it. Thank you Matei!]

Weed is fullest in its beauty If flowers aren't in sight. The wisest's, and The strongest's... Just a frog, If staring...

at 7:58:00 PM

Thank you!

Dear readers,

I had read all your advice, so I decide to take a little time to improve my writing style and also my grammar.

I am sorry for giving you to read such a bad written prologue. I don't have an excuse, and also I won't make one.

I promise that next time I will post will be a good experience for you and not an amalgam of words were you can't understand even a quarter of the chapter.

I am sorry!

Thank you!

Dear readers, I had read all your advice, so I decide to take a little time to improve my writing style and also my grammar. I am sorry...

at 4:53:00 PM

Another kind of summary

Edited by LaSolistia and WhoKnowsW

In a small and almost empty room, a person seated in lotus position on top of the bed was writing. The pen in his hand was tirelessly moving on the yellowish-white paper. And where the pen moved, dots formed letters, the letters formed words and the words formed worlds. As time passed, and the pen followed the time, slowly, creating world after word.

Suddenly a middle-aged woman entered the room making the pen stop and the lotus seated person look at her.

"What are you writing?”

“A legend…” Said the man on the bed with a smug smile on his face.

“A legend? What legend?” Asked the woman, yet to be impressed.

“Actually is not really a legend. It’s more like the life story of a boy who lives in a world where the strong are right, and the weak are wrong.”

“Hm… So does he have some super power that makes him strong?”

“Yes.” On the face of the man appeared again a smug smile.

“What super power? Does he breathe fire or becomes invisible?” The woman’s eyes sparkled before she asked.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! No. He is just wickedly smart.”

“Oh… And what is the name of this story?”

“Divine Tamer.”

“Ok. Then I will let you continue your legend.”

“Thank you.” He nodded before the pen is his hand started to run on the blank sheets of paper, creating yet again.

And so the middle-aged woman exited the room and closed the door. A smile appeared on her face and she quietly murmured before fading into the shadows of the house.

“Divine Tamer…”

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Edited by LaSolistia and WhoKnowsW In a small and almost empty room, a person seated in lotus position on top of the bed was writing. Th...