To survive, you would have to fight, be tested and approved to be deemed worthy of living.    War, they say: kill or be killed.  

Here are all the stories that I really love and I have gone over them several times each so please check them out!  

Hyojin was at the beach when she thought she had found the love of her life. The only thing that drew them together was their mother tongue. Hyojin hadn’t met anyone else who spoke the same old Korean when she was on a vacation to Los Angeles. She was certainly blessed by the heavy rainfall and no umbrella situation which took things further. She could still remember his name.

I am Jung Youngji, sixteen years old and re-writing life. I have two older sisters, Jung Sooji and Jung Miji, aged nineteen and twenty-one respectively. I have a boyfriend -maybe it’s supposed to be in past tense-, his name is Oh Sehun. We were practically childhood best friends -and still are- but it probably evolved into something more, something deeper than just friends. 

If anyone knew Byun Baekhyun, he was remembered as the clumsy uncoordinated boy who had a pair of black framed glasses too big for his face. He was always seen scurrying around with his head lowered into the sleeve of his laptop and in a jumper way too big and colourful. His large backpack made him look even smaller and he was always hunched over like a turtle. Maybe it was his too bright and overly cheerful personality that attracted Chanyeol. Or maybe it was his button nose and rectangular

“You know, I don’t even know why I’m here. Getting street casted and everything, sure it’s my dream to be a singer but really, is this what I want to be?   I’m afraid I won’t debut. I’m afraid I wouldn’t have fans. I’m afraid I chose the wrong path. I d

"You ran away from home?" His eyes glistened with amusement and shock as he stared at me like I had grown another head.   I offered him the deadliest glare I could manage with my eyes swelled up and puffy.   "My dear, you look like a kitten." He paused to chuckle for a moment before sighing. He said, "my, my. Kitten, let's get you somewhere to stay for the night."    

SM Global Audition [Singapore]: Experience, Tips, Q&A (to the best of my abilities), etc This is mostly for singing but I can put up a dance one as well. 

I wrote a book.   A book of little fantasies. Or more like, stories that I have dreamed of. I dreamt of this weird but beautiful story once. I wrote it down on a page in a notebook I liked to call 'My Magic Fantasy Book' all because I thou

Wearing that fake smile used to take up my energy. Now, it's just a part of me. I wear that fake smile everyday to cover up the harm you did.

Exoplanet. Outside the solar system lived 12 males. Humans? No, they weren't mere humans. They were more than that. They were different from regular humans. Let's just say that they were exotic.

It's not that I want to leave. You forced me to. 

Promises are meant to be broken. 

I was a Lonter. A Lonter was a lone fighter which was equal to a gang member without a gang. You could relate it to a rogue; a wolf without a pack.  A lone fighter. It felt free. I could be alone and I wasn't tied down by any gang member. I didn't need to have any feelings, any problems that involved the gang. Actually, to pu

“I don't understand why people look for the enemy When the enemy is yourself. I, however, have 2. 2 huge en

I have a fear of looking at people as our eyes meet. The feeling of desperately wanting something precious from them fills me to the brim. My demon side takes over completely and I can do nothing except watch my victim die in my very own hands while I sit at the back of my mind, unable to control my true self. My eyes are the very own contact to my demon self.

A group of teenagers, all at the age of sixteen. Unable to live like any other normal boy their age. They reside in a camp, built by the first few Supernaturals in the 2020s. Their arm tattooed with ink, forever disallowing them to mix with the others. Everyone hunts for the new group of Supernaturals every decade for the fear of death and for power. These boys, able to single-handedly wipe out an entire city, destroying every little bit of what there is in it. They

I come from a family of abusers. Well, not really a family anymore since my twin brother -the only person who isn’t dead and used to trust- and my insane mother left, leaving me only with the bastard I clench my teeth while calling father.   

The darkness, it scares me.    I’m not scared because of the monsters lurking in it but I’m scared because it is

One puts two sick boys together, creating a sicker image but a perfect relationship.   “I'm going to die soon.”  

"BANG!" The horrendous loud sound of the gun broke the peaceful silence of the night. It was a gunshot.  No doubt that the citizens who liv

To him, love, dating, marriage, they were all just cages and locks. They caged up the freedom. It was like the sea, a ship and an anchor. To use it in such a case, the sea would be like love; flowing, sometimes weak, sometimes strong. It would always be there but sometimes, it brings out a person's worst or a person's best. The ship would be the two people in the relationship, the two moving together with love. The anchor would