Lucky's Writing

Drifting Through November "Once painted in crimson and gold, An autumn leaf clung, defiant and bold. It danced with the whispers of the cooling breeze, Fragile, yet yearning, against the freeze. Your smile was my sun, warming my core, Your voice, like autumn rain, I’d always adore. But seasons shift, as they always do, And the leaf, like my heart, faded its hue. I held on tight as the winds turned cruel, Clinging to love—a desperate fool. But leaves are meant to fall, I suppose, And you let go, like the last wilted rose. Now I drift through November’s lonely air, A leaf abandoned, weathered and bare. Still, I ache for the branch I called home, Though to you, I was just a breeze passing by alone." - Lucky

A Paper Swan In The Wild "In the quiet corners of a fleeting dream, A whisper lingers in the folds of time unseen. A paper swan, delicate and light, Carried by winds of hope, in silent flight. Through corridors where shadows dance, It drifts, unseen, across the chance. A glimpse, a glance, but words unsaid, A heart that beats where silence bled. Years passed like waves on distant shores, The ocean murmured of forgotten doors. Yet still, the swan in twilight flew, Chasing skies it never knew. A gentle hand reached for the breeze, But fate, it seemed, had frozen seas. And though the swan may never land, Its wings were folded by a tender hand. In quiet places, it still might soar, A memory etched forevermore. For love, though silent, never dies— It lives in echoes, beneath the skies." -Lucky

A Paper Swan In The Wild Description  A Paper Swan in the Wind follows Lucky, a boy who silently admires his classmate N from a distance throughout their school years. Despite his strong feelings for her, he struggles with shyness and fear of rejection. When a paper airplane, crafted by N, lands near him in the playground, Lucky has a chance to connect but hesitates. As time passes, he keeps the airplane as a cherished memory of his unexpressed love. Ultimately, Lucky learns to embrace his feelings and finds beauty in loving N from afar, realizing that his emotions have shaped his journey, even if they remain unspoken. And The Story Begins...... The soft hum of the evening settled over the empty playground as the sky faded into hues of orange and purple. Lucky sat quietly on a worn wooden bench, his fingers tracing the creases of a small paper airplane he had kept for years. Its edges were frayed now, but to him, it was a treasure—an artifact of a love that never blosso...

Act 1: The Retry Of The Hero Chapter 1: I don't want this! "Stop this, Drake!" I cried, standing defiantly before him. "Destroying this world is not the only option!" "Give me one perfect reason for not destroying this world," he demanded, his voice cold and menacing. I looked around the battlefield. People had gathered to witness the clash, their faces filled with hope and desperation. They believed in me, cheering me on. "You can do it, Hero!" they shouted in unison. "You have to kill that demon! You can do it!" Their voices bolstered my resolve, filling me with the strength and hope I needed to face Drake. Despite his overwhelming power, I had something he didn’t—the support of my people. "Listen up, Drake!" I yelled, my voice echoing across the battlefield. "You may be stronger than me, but you're alone. Look around you; these people have come to support me." "Support you?" he scoffed, his eyes ...

Hello Fellow Reader, Thank you for choosing this book. I hope you will love the writing style, narrative, and storyline. Before you start reading and join the hero in his journey, I must tell you that this story is not just about a hero or a villain. It's a story about the significance and struggles of both. The more you read, the more you will realize that... but I'll leave it to you to discover. Go on and find out. And you may support the Hero or the Villain. It's up to you. -Lucky Chapters Chapter 1

The Living DEAD By Lucky Chapter 1 The Living DEAD In the quiet confines of my hostel room, I lay enveloped in the embrace of sleep. The clock struck 3 in the eerie stillness of the night, and then, without warning, the electricity plunged into darkness. My room became a void, impenetrable to sight. As if compelled by an unseen force, my eyes snapped open. A sense of unease lingered in the air, a departure from the ordinary. I rose, peering into the obscurity that shrouded my surroundings. All seemed normal, with only the rhythmic snoring of my roommate breaking the silence. Convinced that all was well, I attempted to return to my slumber. Suddenly, a brilliant flash of lightning shattered the darkness, bathing the room in an ethereal glow for a fleeting three seconds. In that brief span, the fabric of my reality unraveled, exposing me to every conceivable fear. My once-ordinary life underwent an irrevocable transformation when I found myself face to face with an immense, o...

Why Had He Kept Looking At Those Graves Synopsis In the ominous shadow of his new home, adjacent to a haunting graveyard, a boy's, not so older than 15, idyllic life takes a chilling turn. His unsettling encounter with a mysterious old man sets off a chain of events marked by unexplained deaths and a relentless curse. As the line between the living and the dead blurs, time slips through his fingers. To break free, he must unravel the curse's cryptic origins, but sinister forces conspire against him. In this suspenseful tale, salvation teeters on the brink of the unknown, and the boy's very souls hang in the balance as he journey deeper into a nightmarish realm. Part 1 My name is Jake, and my family and I recently moved to our new house, a spacious and beautiful residence situated along a somber road with a graveyard nestled behind it. The graveyard comprises around 16 graves, creating an atmosphere of quiet isolation, which suits my dad's need for an undistu...