《My day》 August 15 - Dont cry over spilled milk Dear internet, I am sitting here in front of the computer with the document open and empty. I decided to start writing this in hopes that my writing will hopefully improve, but knowing me, it most likely won¡¯t. The most likely thing that might happen is that I will quit this little writing thing sometime later, like I did to almost everything else including flute, piano, and relationships with other people. Here, I will write some of the events that happen from day to day. The chapters will be long for some days and short for others. I might not even write anything for a few days, and I might stop writing altogether. My writing is not the best and may be scattered all over the place. I hope that this will provide some form of entertainment for those of you reading, enough to pass the time with. Maybe it will help you feel better, maybe it will help you take your mind off of something. Or maybe it might just cause you to scoff at how stupid I can be. I hope you will enjoy your time here. Today I accidentally knocked over a cup of milk. It went almost everywhere on my desk, and some of it spilled onto the floor. I got a bit scared because I was worried that some of it could have gotten into my laptop or my keyboard, but luckily the milk did not ruin any of these. It took a while to clean up and wipe away all the milk. A few minutes after I finished wiping the milk away and rewiping with water, my mother came home. Luckily, everything was back into place, milk free. The only issue was that there was the smell of milk lingering in the area, but she never comes to my corner anyways so everything was good. Hopefully.Stolen from its rightful place, this narrative is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. The song called ¡°The Wolf¡± by SIAMES is great. I recommend watching the music video since the animation fits the song very well and is pretty well done. The animation is basically done in only three colors: white, black, and red. I¡¯ve been playing this song when I want to listen to something ever since I discovered it two days ago. It¡¯s lit yo. I never really was a big fan of writing. I usually got good grades in English as long as it wasn¡¯t on timed essays, but I never really felt like I got the hang of writing at all. If I write, it takes a long, long time before I can write anything. I can never be satisfied with my writing if I manage to write something substantial. Even if I write something I am somewhat okay with, I look at the writings that some other people do and it just makes me so ashamed to think that my writing is okay. I know that each and every person has their own style, that it¡¯s okay to suck at something, especially if it¡¯s something I¡¯m just starting to try to do. But at the same time, I can never be satisfied, I can never feel like I¡¯m good enough, that I¡¯m not trash like I believe I am. But oh well, I guess I¡¯ll just muddle along until I can get to the point where I feel okay. It will take a while, if ever. If anyone wants to play on Realm of the Mad God, my ign is tigerslife. I''m a casual semi-active player that wants people to sorta play with. If you just started, I''ll level you up(by going to a dangerous dungeon), totally safe. Right now is just 2:48 pm, but I think that this is good enough to post. If I want to add anything to the day, I¡¯ll just post in the comments of the same chapter. August 16 - Wisdom Teeth August 16, Wednesday Got my wisdom teeth removed today; both sides of the lower jaw. Massive headache right now so I don¡¯t want to write anything. There¡¯s a tiny lump on my jaw normally, but it got swollen pretty big after the teeth were removed. Was awake the entire time they took it out. They used local anestasia so it didn¡¯t hurt, but I still felt slight pain for the left side anyways. Was a bit scary feeling them break the tooth and take it out. Wanted to eat something for dinner, but it hurt too much to even try. Took a nap, but I felt like I couldn¡¯t think. Might talk more later, if feeling better. Kill me. Life is pain. Sorry for complaining, like I always do. I¡¯ll go away now.If you come across this story on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen from Royal Road. Please report it. August 17 - Tired Hey internet. My cheeks have swollen up pretty badly. I could eat food, but it hurts to chew. There''s been a persistant headache this entire time. My house has no icecream or soft foods I can eat, so I just had to chew my way through the pain. I took my dog for a walk today, for once. I only walk him at night when it''s all nice and dark. Late at night is the best time to go for a walk for me since not alot of people go out then. I swear, my dog has it out for me. He only ever poops either in front of people or in a very well lit area. He goes right up to people and does it like he''s making sure I get embarrassed. According to my mother, he rarely does that with her. Seriously, what does he have against me? My cat has taken residence in one of the cubbies of the bookshelf. I don''t think he''ll ever come out unless it''s for the restroom or to eat and drink. His fur so soft and nice to touch though, it''s a shame he hides and never shows his beautiful fur.Unauthorized reproduction: this story has been taken without approval. Report sightings. Maybe I should start writing about my dreams here, or at least the fragments that I remember. My dreams are pretty interesting and sometimes, the visuals and the settings of the dreams get very beautiful. Sometimes, there''s a bit of action. Sometimes, it''s just unsettling. For the first dream, I''ll share a memorable one. So, I was just dreaming and doing the usual thing my dream self does when suddenly an oppressive presence pops up. When it popped up, I think everything in the surroundings just vanished into a gray nothingness, like my subconscious couldn''t keep up the dream while that moment went on. I felt fear so intense that I couldn''t move, couldn''t breathe. I felt as if I would get killed the moment I made a single movement. I felt like whatever was causing the fear glanced in my direction for a bit. I know it was just a dream, but I had never in my entire life felt that intense fear, not even close to that level of it. After a few moments that felt like it stretched on for much longer, the thing that caused the fear went away. I don''t really remember the rest of my dream, just that one part. The surroundings popped back into existence though. I think I woke up soon after, but I''m not sure. I wouldn''t be surprised if the thing really did exist,being able to cause that intense of an experience. Anyways, hope you all have a good day. Try to stay safe. August 18 - Being Sad Some days, you just feel like the world just doesn''t like you and has no place for you. Other days, you feel like you can and will do anything you have to do. This day is one of the day I feel like there''s no point in me living. I feel as if I just bring everyone around me down, like I am nothing but a bad influence on my environments. Yada yada yada. People like me are a dime a dozen. However, I don''t really worry about actually acting on these thoughts on days like these, since I know that I don''t have that type of courage to kill myself. I acknowledge somewhere in my head that there are people who would genuinely feel sadness if I die. My feelings don''t matter because I will never act on it, or at least, not in the near future. Life is tiring, but there''s nothing else to do but to keep on going. Putting the sadness aside. In one part of a dream I had yesterday, I was running away from a person. I was actually trying to sneak away from an area to get help for my dream friends who were pretty much trapped in the lair of a crazy kidnapper who was hellbent on brainwashing kids to carry out bad actions. Some of the kids already under her command resisted in their own way, some were fully brainwashed. I wanted to sneak out because if I was caught, that would mean fighting the kids, which I did not want to do. Right when I was about to get out though, I made the fatal mistake of making noise sinceI got careless as a result of getting relieved. I began to rush to the exit, a gate thta was taken from the side of my house. Seeing as how there was no time to open the gate witout getting caught by the pursuer, I decided to jump and fly but right beforedoing so, I gained awareness that this was a dream and that if it followed the usual pattern of running away, it would turn into another one of the chase dreams. In order to prevent this, I turned around to face the teen girl after me and went up to hug her. Even though I couldn''t see her face, like it was there but clouded, I went up to her and hugged her. I was taken back to the lair, of course, but I managed to fight the boss. Things happened and I woke up.You might be reading a stolen copy. Visit Royal Road for the authentic version. Right after that, I fel back asleep into another dream. This one was in the setting of one of those death games, where people were forced to play a game set up by something higher. This game gambled using your life, and people would often be pitted against each other, the loser being killed. While I was chatting with one of the people while we were in a brief respite between the rounds, I learnedof what they went through previously. They were placed into a container which filled up with water. They had to try not to drown, and when the water reached the top, the water ewould drain quickly enough that the people would have to be careful to maneuver into an area when they wouldn''t get smashed into the ground below. The last round I went through, four people,including me, were chosen to be pitted againt all of the other contestants. The point of this round was for us to escape while the opposing team tries to prevent the escape for an unknown period of time. We were supplied with a board that would transform according to our wishes which was to be used to escape. The opponents would be able to make us go back to the starting area with just a single solid touch. The area was big enough for an entire town, but that was fair since the opponents had enough people for an entire town. At that point, I was tired of the game, of the pointless killing. I didn''t want to die, but I didn''t want all of those people to die either. I wanted the other three to escape while I stayed behind, so that only I would have to die. I went with them, but that caused the opponents to try and capture all of us. The last thing I experiencedbefore I woke up this time was me being tagged close to the designated escape area while the other three booked it. One got tagged, which made me feel a tearing sadness deep in my chest, but I didn''t get to see what happened to the other two. The dispair on my friend who got tagged was unbearable. These are fragments of my dream. If I was a better writer, perhaps I could have written it in a way that it deserves, in a way that fully shows and conveys the experience. Sorry. September 6 - Dream Headquarters Twice have I dreamed of a dream headquarters, or what I perceived to be the dream headquarters. The first time years ago, the second time months ago. Although my memories of the first dream are now hard to recall, I am almost sure that they were identical in that the place had changed little since I last saw it. The first time I broke into the place, I was having something like a nightmare. I was in a maze of some sorts, the walls red and dark. I was of course being chased by several people while I fled to a nonexistant hiding area. However, in a moment, I decided to do something to throw of my pursuers, to do something that they would not expect, which was for me to do something out of the ordinary for me. I spun around and plunged right through them. There seemed to be a moment of confusion among the people before it gave way to panic. This was not what they had planned for. I raced to a wall and plunged through it only to find myself in an office of some sorts. There was a male entity that I immediately recognized/decided(?) to be the the CEO of dreams. The entity seemed startled, but that was all I saw before I bashed through the window to go outside. The office was of course on the top of a multistory building. The sky looked like dawn, when you wake up early and go outside into peace and quiet, a type of dawn that you can just sit and watch as you wait for the sun to come up and the rest of the world to wake from slumber.Taken from Royal Road, this narrative should be reported if found on Amazon. On the ground, the world transitioned into a sunny area. There were lots of people gathered in what looked to be a park of some sort for some kind of celebration or event. When I appeared from the sky, the people scattered in a shocked and scared manner. I also ran so I could see more of the area. It seemed that the place I ran to from the park was a residential area. It might have been a dream creation place, for there I saw a glimpse of a great many different versions of the same type of dream. It was very strange, for each house had different version. I raced on, fearing and wondering at what I saw. At this point, I feel like I cannot remember parts of my dream. The next thing I can remember was the ending of the dream. There, I was escaping on a water vehicle with rebels. We were being chased by the guards. The water was a vibrant and clear blue, like the ones you see in the photos of a beautiful foreign shore. Appartently, they were people like me, people who had broken into the dream hq. They told me to go to a specific place in my dreams the next time in order to meet up with them, but I do not remember. I did not meet them again until a few years after, and even then I am not sure if I had met with the same ones as the first time. Too lazy to write about the second break-in. Maybe another time. Also, my writing sucks and the desciptions are horrible. There are repititions and I''m sure there are grammar mistakes as well. Sorry for not being able to convey what I experienced as well as I intended to. Dreams of stories A boy who seems to have a few powers normal people don''t have. He is somewhat naive, but has many friends, easily made and not so easily lost. He is an orphan, travelling around for reasons unknown. He saves those in danger and fights monsters, gains a slime creature companion, it looks like it has the shape of an Eevee, somewhat. Goes into an elevator, thankfully a big one, that moves forever in some sort of spatial warp in an endless loop to train or to get rid of the countless amount of beings stored in a friend''s body. He makes friends with some of the beings and the slime companion swallows the small evil ones. The slime looks pretty cute actually. As he goes, he gathers human companions and awakens the powers slumbering within them. He has no idea he is the one doing it though. The boy''s adventures and his powers reaches the ears of a certain old woman who is the oracle of a president in a large and mysterious company. The old woman is in the middle of sewing up an old large cut on her face. She is blind and does not have the best of memories, but has stored her memories in her sense of touch. She touches her familiar coat and remembers how to sew it up. In a view of her mind, she listens to the orders of a younger version of herself, still old, but clearly not as old as she is now. The young mental her seems to be a reflection of how she was years ago. The impression I got of her was an evil scheming bitch who would do anything to get what she wanted. The news of the boy reaches her ears. Now in the company she is in, she has a very high position, somewhere near the very top. The company is a very large one; it is involved in almost every part of an ordinary person''s life, seemingly a good and normal company. However, much of what it actually does is clouded in secrets. The president is never seen while the oracle, the old lady, who contacts him is always around. Certain employees have powers, most likely given to them by the company or found and reqruited while very young. For some, the company is all they know. They take care of anything that hinders the company, as ordered. There are almost no incidents where people not in the company are able to show as much power as the boy, who is untrained but able to somewhat control his powers. When the oracle hears the story, she starts reminiscing. Years ago, one employee had a newborn child. He was a gifted employee, one of the strongest. However, he wanted to leave the company with the child, but nobody with powers was allowed to leave the company, and especially not with a child who showed so much promise. He was placed into captivity in a hidden base, but he broke out with the child. The old woman was there at the time visiting to make sure everything was running very smoothly. The man broke out to the surface, a rainy muddy place. He ran a distance away before finally placing the child down into a clump of grass, hiding him. The man then ran away, towards where he knew the pursuers would look. The old woman ordered all of the personnel to capture the escapee, but to kill him when necessary. The man uses one of his powers, invisibility, to close in on the people. He runs out of mana(?) and reveals himself. Jumpy personnel start shooting wildly. By the time they stop, the man is dead. The old woman is furious, but orders them to search for the child. He is never found, but the woman consoles herself by reasoning that if the baby was out there, it would never survive on its own for long. Moreover, it would never know the eventts that happened and could not use its powers effectively, if ever. Done with the memory, the old oracle concludes that the boy should be the lost child, going by the amount of powers he has. She is determined to either recover him or kill him.You could be reading stolen content. Head to the original site for the genuine story. Another flashback. The old woman, searching for something,hired some miners to dig in a marshy area. I recognize the area; it is nowa dreadful place filled with wandering infected and fissures that vent out dangerous gas. This must be before it turned bad. The water is anklehigh, but several people are digging. Two of them strike something. One turns out to be a fissure filled with terrible gas, one that instantly enveloped the miner he gives shouts of pain that almost too quickly stops. Most of the other miners flee. The water drains into the fissure, and a ruins entrance rises up and opens itself. This is what the other miner struck. The gas parts to reveal an infected miner who proceeds straight to a nearby friend and rips him apart. Each time he kills, he seems to grow bigger. This time the miners start fleeing in earnest. The other miner does not flee since a girl he is determined to protect is nearby. Seeing that they cannot outrun the infected, he urges her into the ruin and stand at the entrance with his tool. She scrambles inside. The miner boy slams shut the entrance, but that is eventually torn open by the infected. They both retreat continuously, repeating the same steps, when they finally reach a half open door. It is open just enough that they could squeeze inside, but the infected is also close enough that one of them would have to stay behind to hold him back. The miner boy shoves the girl do the door and clashes with the infected. She goes through and cries on the other side, knowing that the boy will die. Fate of girl is unknown, may be important for the dream to show. The old woman sets out with 4 other people.Unknown whether or not this is a flashback. One is a driver, he has masterful control over the car. As planned, he "loses control" over the car and it goes all over the road. Near the destination, I saw him widen his eyes in a sort of panic as he does lose control due to something on the road. Real or not, the car crash served its purpose, we were allowed to stay in the nearby town for the old woman to heal and rest. One of our members seems to have flown out in the crash. This worries me, a male veteran of the company, for we are on the cliffs near the sea. The newbie, painfully naive, wants to search for him, but I order him to stand down. I didn''t want my friend to die due to a mistake of a newbie. If he is injuredand the newbie brings him back like that, my friend will eventually be disposed of. Useless people have no place in the company, even if it''s for a short while. This is how we with powers are treated. This is whyI learned to keep as much of my powers hidden from the company and the old lady. I can''t stop worrying. As soon as I am able to, I slip out to where I think my companion landed. There is a ship near the area, and I go towards it, knowing that if he survived, he would have gotten on it. There are wires nearby connecting to the ship. We should not be in this area, and so I have to be careful not to be seen. I use my power to jump using the wires to the ship, where I find my friend. He is currently a waterlogged animal, looking like an Eevee creature, curled up tight in pain. I worry, and I heal him. I take him with me off the ship carefully, but the damn newbie had to come at this moment. He is naive and loud, drawing attention, so I have my friend go on ahead as an animal while I let myself drop into the water below. The naive newbie freaks out and dives in after me. I swim to a safe house as he struggles to follow. At the safe house, my friend just finished washing up. He is more or less alright, so I felt relieved. Behind me, the newbie comes up spluttering. The woman living in the safehouse looks at us and asks if that was all of us. After comfirming, she plunges the room in a cleansing steam that also undos any power being used. Once the steam is gone, the male veteran notices a stain on his left shoulder. The only place that touched that shoulder today was the bookcase he leaned on in the safehouse. All feeling curious, they tinker with it to reveal a hidden cache of record books. Reading through it, the books appear to be records of the company. The record revealed all of the dirty secrets, the evil and corruption that had spread through the company. As the dream ended, I felt as if the people in that room wanted to leave the company starting from that point.