[ Starry Writing III Contest ] [ Originally entitled "She who fell from the sky and Legitimizing a Fanfiction/The Fanfiction Reality ] Erulean Kingdom is a fallen kingdom 10 years ago. It was absorbed by the Oriental Empire due to the lack of Royal Reign when the ship of the royal family sank during one of the Three Great Storms. Their ability to produce purple hues from oysters, thick breathable fabrics and rare spices is just too much for an economic country to prosper, and so coveting the island has initiated the territorial war between the surrounding countries of the isolated and independent place. That is also where the male lead went to achieve his victory and save the main character. A blossoming romance between two races and against social status. [ The Blood shedding Tradition ] -- Shaniya Reinaleigh is concerned about three things: how she could shorten her name, how she could pass her SATs to gain a scholarship and about the what-ifs she has about the Fallen Kingdom mentioned at the very start of one of her favorite author's newly-released novel. She is more invested on what could have happened if at least one of them survived. She is not so sure either, and so, she tried to start writing a fanfiction that would satisfy her ramblings. And right after writing about the salvation of the youngest daughter of the King and Queen, she got magically sucked into the very place that resembles the story's settings. And with that, she also fell from the sky and got recognized both as the Reincarnation of the main character, the lost youngest princess, and the Savior who fell from the Skies. [ But all I wanted was a happy ending! And I haven't even finished writing it yet! ] Now, it's her time to write her story. Literally.

[ Book One of Vision Duology ] For unknown reasons, The First and Only Princess of House Ora, her Highness Royal Princess Arline jumped from the palace spire and attempted to take her own life. After three days, she regained her consciousness but not her memories. People and events flogged her and she's left wondering why she would take her life if she was responsible for the said things. It is as if someone drove her to do it. It has all been staged. It is the right time to expose the master behind this marionette show. -- This story is unrelated to any historical events, people, places and ideologies. Thus, read while bearing in mind that this is made with fictitious and entertainment intent only.

A NaNoWriMo Entry, 2021 Maria is said to be prude. If she could avoid talking about the three-letter word, she would. But no one knows that she doesn't hate doing it. [It's not my fault that they are presumptuous people!] One day, her writing streak plummeted. She can no longer write fantasies because a fan told her that her lead couple is an awful combination. [Why should romance matter when the "deed" is great?!] And so, she put her escort to the task of making her feel loved. [ I am booking Mark for this job. ] That's where things become untangled for once, and where she has to choose whether to stay in the comfortable mess or step into something new. -- In the process of love, are you supposed to fall? A (literally) hair-gripping story that will bind you to your wits.

[...]He opened his hand, the hair showed a dark glow and turned into dust. While chanting the lyrics taught to him, he can’t help but gape at the thing he’s witnessing. The marble bled black ink, and certain unfamiliar characters were shown written on it. His voice echoed throughout the place. Facing the truth of his new identity, the hairs on his body stood likened to a scared animal. He cursed after he finished chanting but immediately acted serene. The thing is, however, his voice still reverberated even when he's long done. It turned softer and sounded almost girl-like. And it seems like it's talking to him. He cursed with bated breath. ‘That voice sounds close… and familiar.’ He thought to himself. In this garden, the moonlight was said to be embracing the earth on its fullest phase. Tonight is that night. There are white flowers in the fluorescent color that seems to absorb the light of the moon, and the object of such beauty is too blinding to look at. He was too immersed in seeing the white flowers bloom when a warm touch lifted his chin. A woman in a blinding white silk robe has her penetrating silver eyes on him. She sang her words in a melody that soothes the soul to accept a nightmare. Then her lips touched his, and he felt something crawling on his skin. Black wisps are branding him with cooled pain that made him feel both coldness and burning sensations altogether. Due to this unfamiliar pain, he gnashed his teeth and scornfully opened his eyes to glare at the woman. “Has no one ever told you not to come and steal from my garden?”