Character look {rambling}

Well, I think that’s what I would call it. So on webnovel. I had been asked about characters, make a list somewhere and explain their background.

Naturally, I admit, even though I work out, run, dance and all of that. I am lazy.

I should also admit I am a person that is rather slow when it comes to the internet. Anyway. Recently to prove how much of a noob I am, I learned that books usually have an outline and when submitting your work to certain sites you need that. So there I was like a big ole noob just googling an outline. Now I knew its the skeleton structure but to ask me exactly how to do that in order….yeh I was lost.

So there I went googling on ‘lord google’. I am there just like, well shit! It’s a lot. I don’t know all of that. But then I checked my book and picked out the necessary points and wrote it as nicely as possible. Luckily it was acceptable on the second try. The first being not detailed enough. Anyway. So moving on.

After discovering outline I went all out. I did character cards, descriptions and their background. Then I browsed my Facebook and was like. Ah, right let me add to my group and try to help myself get out there. My conclusion?

For authors out there who are still pushing to get further with their books. I am proud of you. For those who are about to give up, dont. Jeep trying. We all want to see our books published and recognised. It takes a hella time. And hella effort.

Der stalker

Chapter 28

“Mr Hill about this… Can we discuss this another time?” 

My dad announced suddenly.

“Sure, sure… Haha… How about I call you later and arrange a time and place?”

At that moment, these two continued a bit more with their talks.

 my dad in a stern flat tone and Mr Hill in an extremely happy one, continued to converse about the different plants and dirt.

It was like oil and water yet they coexisted conversation nonetheless, I just tilted my head to stare above at the canopy of trees. 

Across the road was a limestone hill about twenty meters in height and above were several species of trees I had no desire to identify, but was aware they were there for decades, behind that was the plantation house and its stretch of land. 

I thought to myself if I took it easy in this life… Study, work for my dad in order to survive on my own, while distancing myself from my siblings and mother.

The results from my previous lives were simply too toxic to even attempt being a good sister and daughter this life, is thought; yo! life will be easy but things don’t seem so.

Perhaps later I can find a man to have my daughter but alas, haha. 

Alas, as a soul that has been damaged into fragments, I seem to be cursed with exes appearing like the plague. 

I should flip a table and roar like Godzilla! 

Nonsense utter nonsense!

My life was totally dedicated to him and our children, I just couldn’t again.

“Ella, in this life you will become my wife no matter what,” 

“what if I refuse?” 

I snapped in question, glaring at him. 

He simply looked at me and smiled. 

I thought I was being blinded, my core quivered and I felt myself waver.

How often had this boy smiled at me in our previous lives, how often had he said he loved me treating me like his most precious treasure.

So often that I lost count, our love had been deep back then but in this life… It is best to go our separate ways. 

‘Ella, no matter what, I will always love you. Whatever my family says it does not matter.’

Those words he had told me in our last life were still in memory.

I still remember all now.

“Refuse if you wish but it doesn’t matter,”

His words jolted me back to reality, I could not help but scoff, luckily my father spoke up.

“Alright, we will talk later Mr Hill,” 

“Good farmer, Lil girl,”

Like that, they finally left with Shen smirking as he sat in the passenger side of the vehicle.

“Dad…”

“Come,”

I followed him up the hill, it was a slow process the dogs approached but disappeared after they greeted us, the sound of the squealing pigs could be heard and I wished really wished that he would have mercy on me.

“Unlike your sisters, who had their children young. You did well by staying in school. In six months you will be nineteen, your grandmother wanted to see you but I believe you are not ready yet,”

“Dad…”

“It’s ok, I know how you feel about her, but eventually if you wish to receive your inheritance from both your grandfather and grandmother you will need to visit the main house on your twenty-first birthday. So you will have a little more than two years to think about your next move. The nursery should be better by then and your studies should be mostly over.”

Well by then I should be strong enough to defend against any traps she might later set so it didn’t matter. 

“If that boy is interested it is OK to have him stay in contact but you must be resolute in this decision.”

I nodded a bit dazed. Wasn’t father against their kind just as much as grandmother?

“I thought white peo-” 

“Times have changed, people should move on, our island is evolving, many mixed couples are showing up and their kids are quite normal. Mr Hill is an old customer and the boy knew you from primary school and has shown his interest.”

Was my father giving me away?

I wanted to wail suddenly but felt that my father might slap me and I had zero desire to be slapped so I just stood there stunned.

We stood at the entrance of the nursery, a tall dark-skinned man and a medium height brown-skinned girl.

If one had to look at us you can tell that we were truthfully related. The man was unapproachable even in his dirty loose jeans and his oversized wash out dirt-stained shirt.

Even though it was oversized his arms were still extremely large, enough that the shirt fitted snug around them.

Both of us wore matching boots, while I wore an oversized long-sleeved shirt filled with holes and stains paired with a Capri pants.

“In truth, I wanted you to be with one of our kind and so did your grandmother, she had even arranged for you to meet but after discussing… Sigh… Wu Jia my daughter, you are the only one who stayed with me. Whatever you wish I will try my best to help you achieve,”

I swallowed wondering why my dad seems to be so talkative today, this was definitely not like him.

” Alright prepare yourself, the weekend is over, finish your work and prepare for school. Next week you can move over to the other place while I fix up the nursery. Stay over that side for the next month.”

“Alright, dad,”

“Hmph,” with that I scrambled into the house and did what was asked, when I was right by the entrance I heard his voice once again. 

“Wu Jia… It will wear off soon. You need to let me know what you will do.” 

I had no idea how to reply to this, so I just continued.

Discouraged

Your head, it hurts.
Your mind, a mess.
Your head, it stutters in your chest nervously.
Your hand, they are clammy; from sweat.
Your gaze, unfocused.
Discouraged.
Unmotivated.
Unwilling.
…cause the hope is gone.
…no one is helping you.
…to step into an unsure place.
~ ~
They smile.
Laughing among each other.
Oh, great creator you silently plead, but you are unable to. Unable to be motivated.
Sah~
So unmotivated.

© Super_weirdo

Der stalker

Chapter 27

It was heavy but not that heavy, I thought this was a part of training all in helping build my foundation.

Once my task was over, I just sat down below guarding the plants while I drank a young coconut followed by another one cracking it open to scrape out the jelly.

Satisfied, I unconsciously smiled, unaware that someone had their eyes on me.

 A shiny iszu four by four truck arrived, inside sat the tan-skinned man by the name of Mr Hill.

Mr Hill is a man of medium height; around 1.8m, he was slightly overweight but not by much. His built isn’t bad for someone his age. He had short blonde and grey hair, his eyes were pale green with a sharp gaze contrasting with his smiling mouth.

when he spoke his country accent was heavy.

“Lil girl, you father up the hill?” 

I nodded before replying; “He is Mr Hill, he should be down soon just wait a minute,” I turned to run back up to call him–my dad, but he appeared suddenly quickly descending the hill. 

Like that my dad appeared, “Mr Hill, you are on time.” 

Stepping aside, I allowed my dad to stand in front of me.

The two then began to converse like they were the only two present while I stood there waiting for my dad to instruct me further. 

There is no way I’d be presumptuous and pack the plants without being instructed to. 

Been there, done that and definitely don’t want a repeat of the aftermath again. 

Mr Hill: “Farmer… Do you think leaving such a pretty daughter around alone is wise?” 

Dad: “My daughter can defend herself well enough, I did not raise her for nothing.” 

Mr Hill: “Mmm … I suppose, what form is she in now?” 

Dad: “She is in Upper fifth form, this year she will be leaving secondary school.” 

Mr Hill: “Ah, upper fifth, that is good, a smart girl and how many certificates?”

Dad: “last time I had asked her eight, and she will be completing her last four.” 

Mr Hill: “I see great, what grade again?” 

Mr Hill: “Ah…she has six two’s a one and three… Right?” 

I felt amazed, my dad remembered what I had told him. After all, when I did mention before my certificates and levels he had not even acknowledged that he had heard me.

Yet now… He repeated everything perfectly. 

In disbelief, I opened my mouth and replied,  “Yes.”  my voice sounded shaky but it was because I was so moved. 

“Good… Now you are here to collect your first batch of orders right?”

“Yeh, then the next set in two weeks, after I’d like to place another order for five weeks later if that is OK..?” 

“Mmm… Sure.”

My dad said as I looked around trying to ignore what they were saying walking past the vehicle I heard a voice that seemed vaguely familiar.

“Yeh… I’ll open the back.” I paused, turned my head and felt my eyes widen in confusion, really? 

This was a joke right? 

Yet it was not, because the teenager that stepped out looked around nineteen, with features I recognised easily. 

Low hair cut, sword-like brows, medium built encased in a semi-tight V-neck shirt and jogger type pants. 

Rounding everything off, with sneakers from a brand that I could not recognise but was sure they cost a pretty penny by the stitching style alone. 

“It’s been a while, Ella,” he said in a low voice, right, this one. 

This male from this life I had dared to fall for–my fragments had dared to fall for, before we ruthlessly made ourselves forget and leave him be. 

It is just, back then he would never let us leave, for a smaller child how many kisses had this Bastard stolen! 

How many times had we fought only for his excuse to be, ‘Ella, I like you. When we become adults we will be married and be one family.’ 

I would not dare! 

I could not dare! 

From age three to eleven, so long together, only to graduate from primary school going our separate ways. 

How long ago was it since I last saw him?

Long enough.

Could he not stay away?! 

What a stalker, I inwardly sneered at him. 

“Ah… You know my grandson?”  I could not even reply to this Mr Hill, who eagerly asked. Instead, I thought to myself, why could he not run off the road on the way here and save me the trouble?

There I was thinking such negative thoughts while this fool confessed in a cheery tone. 

“Grandfather we attended the same primary school in M parish, from three to eleven,” 

“Ah… This is good, then, Farmer since your daughter has done so well in school so far and they both knew each other for such a long time-“

Alarmed by this, I opened my mouth and cut him off immediately coming up with a reliant excuse to dash this man’s hope away. 

This is the Caribbean, we are on an island called Barbados and in J parish no less! 

He is different from us. We may do business together but was marriage or even getting together so important? 

No way! If my father dared to agree as well, I would go to that old bat and complain! I’m sure she will agree wholeheartedly. 

“Ah excuse me Mr Hill but we have not been in contact for a few ye-” 

“Grandfather, I have met Kruella a few weeks ago.” 

I blinked; my eyes wide like an owl. 

There is a stigma in our country about our kind and their kind… Yet I knew from my past lives that it didn’t matter much here in certain parishes, after all, I had birthed three children for this boy back then and was carrying twins for four months before my death. 

Now that I thought about it a little more, it seemed that I was always pregnant while being married to him. Like seriously, did he have super sperm or something? Each shot hit its target each time. I had like four months break after each child then… Wham-bam-thank you ma’am congratulations!

I tried not to glare at him but I couldn’t help myself. 

Luckily my dad called me, his voice was not too stern but I felt the slight pressure still. 

“Wu Jia.”

“Yes, dad?” 

“Never mind…” while I stared up at him innocently, I was cursing that boy for daring to say such things with my father present. 

How dare he! 

I do

I do

#WritcoPoemPrompt48 —

“Will you marry me?”

His eyes could be said strange to me; long, thin, sooty lashes a girl could envy.

His nose was thin and straight, lips shaped like a bow. Added together, I guess from my perspective he was uniquely beautiful…… Check out complete Poem on Writco by Super_weirdo

Thank you momma…

Every woman embarks on a unique journey to motherhood, and for some, it can be a heart-wrenching experience that leaves them feeling lost and in need of support. The desire to have a child, regardless of any challenges they may face, can be overwhelming, giving rise to numerous questions and uncertainties: What steps can be taken? Where can one seek guidance? What lies ahead?

In our modern society, various options such as surrogacy, IVF, and adoption are available, offering hope and fulfillment to those yearning to become parents. However, for women who undergo the physical and emotional toll of childbirth, a deeper contemplation arises: Is it all truly worthwhile?

Some mothers firmly believe that the journey of motherhood is indeed worth every sacrifice and struggle, while others may find themselves grappling with feelings of resentment or frustration. The process itself can be incredibly challenging, marked by heartburn, paranoia, and a constant state of emotional flux.

As a daughter, I wish to express my heartfelt appreciation and understanding for the highs and lows that mothers experience. To all the mothers out there, both present and future, on behalf of the children yet to be born and those who have already arrived, I want to convey my gratitude, saying, “Thank you, Mom, for the nine months (and more) that you carried me through. Thank you for enduring all the pain and suffering.”

(The title above represents a quote from a song, while the remaining words are my own.)

© Lolipops2marsh

Thank you~

I am a lazy person. I know it’s not something to be proud of, but I have to admit this fact.

Anyway. I want to thank you all for giving me a like and follow or even those who peak. I am grateful. When I started this, like most who are super casual, I was looking for a place to just write my rioting thoughts. I mean, don’t we all right?

So, for those who have noticed and given the likes and follows, once again this small one wishes to bow her head humbly in thanks. Please also enjoy your day/night… And if you are having a bad day. Think positive. It’s not much but still something.

{air kisses and hugs.}

Random thoughts

After completing yet another book, I find myself in deep contemplation. It has become evident that I am in need of an editor to refine my work. In my quest for the perfect editor, I have explored various websites and sought recommendations from trusted individuals. Given that my writing falls within the realm of fantasy, I anticipate encountering certain challenges. For instance, I have created unique words that may not conform to conventional grammar rules. Unfortunately, popular tools such as Grammarly, ProWritingAid, and Docs tend to struggle with these intricacies.

The other sad thing is I am so lazy to read over, that I know is definitely not professional so an editor it is. But the problem is who?

Choosing a site is hard and since I will be using it in the future it has to be decent and affordable ah~.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter for now. I have to use my poor brain to think hard about the next step. Writing a good book next. Yosh!

With corona, yes people, it’s corona again. Anyway, with corona I feel as though since I am unable to travel or go out much besides; gym and Starbucks. Extremely restless, I feel annoyed, lazy and bothered. I want to write but I also want to go out somewhere among people, laugh and joke but feel that the restrictions are quite annoying. Why?

I don’t want to catch corona. Like as a mom I have to take care of myself so that my pumpkin can stay safe and sound. So I have to hold back constantly. Sigh. Anyway, I have written down these thoughts like a diary and will post a chapter soon for DER STALKER.

On another note, I hope everyone is safe and sound out there~

When I grow up 2

Writer’s block is horrible! Ahhhhh! (dramatic acting and stuff…)

Anywho… It has been a while. I took the time to re-read one or two chapters and thought to myself: ‘editing is my enemy!’ but after I need to take a long break and focus on editing. Well, now with a few chapters stocked once again, thankfully. I can publish again. What I had noticed and had been told by a few readers is that I have too many detailed descriptions. So I have stopped looked over and felt that it is not really necessary because it seemed more like I just want to fill the chapter with a bunch of useless words.

Honestly, sometimes being so tired from work or gym I do just publish whatever, but most of the time I’m more like: ‘I want my reads to have a vivid imagination of the situation. I want them to imagine the leads and cannon fodder characters like a movie. I want them to feel the emotion and think of the character as them.’

That is what I think when I am writing. Sadly though I have realised as well, that this book is not most people, cup of tea. She is too quirky. Her thoughts keep derealing and finally reverse harem on the site I am writing on is not popular so yeah, I became blank. I tried to think how I can just continue without drifting too far from how I want the book to further develop.

Anyway, this is the link to the chapter below. A forewarning: it is a paid chapter but you can look at the free chapters and give me your opinion on what you have read so far.

Enjoy~

Quincy secondary school (time skip) https://www.webnovel.com/book/19276491206019005/56613447118420639?utm_campaign=4309444154

An advanced notice

For everyone ready my blog, every book posted is a reverse harem, will contain explicit scenes; both sexual and gore… Violence. So before ready further please proceed with due caution.

Thank you.