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[ffnetstarseeds]

Pretty Sailor Soldier Sailor Moon Legendary Hearts

Pretty Sailor Soldier Sailor Moon Legendary Hearts

By: Kou Kotori 

New Senshi! New Enemies! The Starlights are back! S/U Y/M T/A Mamo/? ^___^

Starting from the start, the title. Repeating the word ‘Sailor’ makes the title trip up, and adding a colon for extra. Pretty Soldier Sailor Moon: Legendary Hearts seems very inline with the Sailor Moon brand. 

The summary is so general in its information. doesn’t really tell me anything. Who is the villain and what is their goal? Why are they dangerous? What makes the OC more interesting than the characters I already know? I also assume that breaking up Usagi and Mamoru is to make room for an OC which always feels like wank to me.

The opening, the chapter title feels in line with Sailor Moon but I’d encourage the writer to make use of FFnets formatting, centre and bolding to make it stand out. 

The weird thing is I think the mimicking of the opening could have worked had they done it for multiple chapters and a simple italics. I think the tone does sound like Usagi enough that it doesn’t need the Usagi’s Voice author’s note. The other stuff, the idents and theme song doesn’t because writing is a completely different medium to anime and feels very out of place. 

Sailor Vanessa is right in that nowadays certain archives allow gifs where it could be a little bit of flourish, but at the time this was published no chance. Use your medium appropriately and in this case FFnet is just text. 

The intro is an overdone trope. Yeah, yeah, Usagi’s late. It’s also jumpy, from the street to Ms Haruna’s classroom? Super weird. I think this highlights how important knowledge of the canon, and making sure you stay within the setting is. When these kinds of details it catapults the reader out of suspension of disbelief. Attention to detail is important.

It’s also a good idea to make sure a scene has a certain length and serves a purpose. The school scene is a handful of sentences before jumping to a different scene in the throneroom of the enemy.  

…. Always a throne room. I know Sailor Moon is known but I’ve always assumed it's to save the animation budget. The best thing about fanfic is you are not constrained by budget! 

I do appreciate that there’s some appearance detail because in some OC fics you get nothing, but it can be expanded on, like clothes, accessories. Her minion, Tiako, got the lion’s share, and I will say that there is something intriguing about an enemy all in bubblegum pink. 

Again, the scene is very… perfunctory? Minion! Do the thing!.... Yes leader, I will do the thing…

And because we’ve watched Sailor Moon we know exactly what the thing is. Again, the scene is so short I don’t have time to get immersed. There’s no atmosphere or emotion, just description.

The dialogue is stilted. I’d introduce the writer to one of those ‘lists of alternative said words’, adverbs and work on combining dialogue with an action to create a more dynamic scene. 

"Apologize," said Ami.

Rei suddenly felt a bad vibe coming from random directions. "Guys, I feel something coming..."

"Don't sneak your way out of an apology!" said Usagi.

"She's right, Usagi-chan," said Luna. "Something is coming."

Is only a little better than scriptfic. Better, but not a lot.

Sailor Moon attacking with pies is cute, it’s a creative touch! Kind of on brand but where did she get the pies?

After what feels like forever because nothing really happened, we get the intro of the OC. In fact we get the ol’ Seven Sue Pileup, where five OCs are dumped at once with only a quick description of what they look like. This is the ol’ telling over showing.

This doesn’t work because it’s like going to a party, around the circle with introductions and you never remember who they are! They are just descriptions, no emotions or personality so character wise they’re stickfigure in depth. 

I think the best way to introduce multiple OCs in a single scene is one at a time, give each a purpose and a way to shine, showing off their personality more than powers. For example if Sailor Sun is the main and the powerhouse, what if Tiako ran? Sailor Earth might be a tracker, using a visor from a distance to keep track of her and warning caution. Sailor Comet might be the fastest, chasing her down and bragging arrogantly. Sailor Macrocosm could show she’s sneaky, she already predicted the enemy to flee and laid a trap with her attacks causing an argument between Comet and Macrocosm showing their rivals. Then Sun plops down to finish the job.

Each OC should have a reason to be there, otherwise they’re just accessories. Because they are the usual generic first choice of Otaku Senshi creators their team feels incredibly incohesive- Sun, Comet, Earth and Macrocosm…

She wanted them each to feel special so they got to pick their names- including a senshi of the whole universe which is a very interesting choice in that group of friends. (I actually thought of this clip https://youtu.be/JPA9bKz2meI from Southpark). 

To review the OC, my guess is Sailor Sun is the avatar OC just because she’s first.

The red pigtails makes me think back in the day she’d be a Usagi recoloured in a .bmp colour scheme with the buns sawn off with a Paint colour palette and plain enough to go on my Sailor Sun Drinking Game page. Apparently she doesn’t wear shoes. 

The only other bit of information we get about her is her attack. ‘Sunbeam.’ Aside from being very basic, only described as a golden beam. Sailor Venus wants her attack back.  None of this breaks the mold. 

So each of these new Guardians spout their attack, destroy the enemy, say something mysterious and vanish back into the shadows leaving the Inners to gasp at how powerful and mysterious they are. Given this is how Uranus and Neptune were introduced, it’s incredibly overused in the Otaku Senshi fandom. Heck, even popular Ocs like Sailor Orion use this trope! But I’m kind of over it and will add it to my own Drinking Game page. 

What might have happened is Kotori and Kasumi had some friends they wanted to share this with. Awesome! That’s a great way to keep yourself challenged and inspired! I can imagine two girls in the 2000s sitting at a computer chatting and laughing as they write together! It’s a cute and fun way to write a fic but it also means there’s not a lot of editing. The best way to improve your work is multiple read throughs. Add some here, rephrase something there and slowly sculpt your fic into something more polished and refined. 

Two girls sat at a computer and typed and posted it immediately. I always want to find something to praise in a writer because writing is hard. Starting is hard, finishing is hard and chapter 2 is the hardest thing of all. 

Unfortunately nothing jumps out at me as unique or original or setting off fireworks in my brain going “Oh! Cool idea! Never seen that before!”  and will fade into the great mush of Sailor Moon fics I’ve read before and forgotten.

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So that was my first review, did with the FSA Book Club to get my reviewing chops back. It feels a little bland, not fun at all to read like the old reviews on Livejournal. 

 I think I’ll also do a little chibi doll to paint over for each of the OCs to give these reviews a little icing. This one was done quick, not chibi enough. Keep an eye out for the next one!

[nobletreeuk]

We believe that everyone deserves a second chance to rewrite their life story.

[mitsuki91]

Okay hear me out: Coriolanus Snow/Katniss Everdeen 👀👀👀

In a new time-travel!au, I have some angsty ideas... Who is on board? 👀👀👀

[sheltiechicago]

World Trade Center, NYC, 2019

Mavis CW, also known as onechapter, is an internationally published British photographer born in Taipei, Taiwan. This particular body of work, shot in New York, examines the struggle to survive and thrive – as embodied in this image taken during the morning rush hour when people were heading into work. The woman’s long dreamy-looking hair in the graffiti, together with the leaking water on the road, frames the moving scene.

Somewhere Between Living and Dreaming is published via Setanta books. All photographs: Mavis CW

Elmo and Minnie, Times Square, NYC, 2019

Phone booth, NYC, 2019

Under the bridge, NYC, 2019

[flightfoot]

Hey, Flightfoot! I keep failing to track down a fic from years ago and I wondered if maybe you could help me.

I’m 90% sure it was a onechapter and I read it in like 2021 or 2022.

LB and CN we’re getting married but they couldn’t say who they were so they like went out of the city to do it in costume. But marinette made her own wedding dress and adrian saw it so he figures it out.

Mostly it was about ayla and ninno who also figured it out because they recognized each other as the wedding party before they even made it to the chirch.

"Something Old, Something New, Something Spotted, and Something Mew" by @emmalylis

After a decade of partnership, Ladybug and Chat Noir decide to get married. It’s still too dangerous to reveal their identities to each other, though, so they decide to have a small ceremony in a private chapel with one guest each. It’s the perfect plan. Or it would be, if the maid of honor and the best man weren’t very familiar with each other.

Somehow I missed this fic when it first came out! Which surprises me, it's right up my alley and is by an author I generally like.

[papergirllife]

Masterlist

Anti-Venom! Jaemin x human! reader x human! Jeno

Synopsis:

Jeno thought he had his whole life together and was on his journey of uncovering great scientific discoveries when he got the job in a top secret governmental research center. But his life gets turned over like a snowglobe when the alien in his facility escapes in the midst of a power outage, and if things couldn’t get any worse, he becomes the host of this alien, and the only things he knows about this alien is that he’s name is Jaemin and he’s most definitely a psychopath, psychology wasn’t his major, but it won’t take one to know how crazy he is. There’s no way of escape other than to learn to live with the madness, maybe something could tame Jaemin, or someone?

*please check individual chapters for warnings

Chapter one

Chapter Two

Chapter Three 

Chapter Four

Chapter Five 

[house-of-galathynius]

Overdrive

Chapter One

Chapter Two 

Word Count: 650

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Welcome to my newest fic, Overdrive! I hope you’re ready for some friends to enemies to lovers mixed in with some F1 and a little bit of angst! 

~

Aelin

“… In other sporting news; Rowan Whitethorn has secured the Formula One drivers championship this weekend. He went on to win the penultimate race, securing this win over rival Chaol Westfall. The new world champion was all smiles as he took the podium alongside his teammate Aedion Ashryver.”

The screen cut to a grinning Rowan. His eyes were bright as the reporter held a microphone to him and congratulated him before asking if he had any comments on his first championship win.

“Honestly, I couldn’t have done this without the fantastic support of my team and engineers and all the people back at the factory. This has been a dream of mine since I was five years old and I have so many people to thank for getting me here.”

“Any plans for big celebrations?”

Rowan laughed. “I’m sure we have something planned. First I need to get through the final race of the season.”

The reporter laughed too. “And will your wife be joining you in the celebrations?”

Rowan’s eyes dimmed slightly, but he still held onto that smile. “We’ll see. She’s a very busy woman.”

The reporter cut off and the screen went back to the anchor before moving on to the next bit of news.

Aelin sat there gripping the mug until her knuckles were white. Her mother quickly turned the TV off and came to Aelin and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

“We should be happy for him.” Evalin said gently.

But Aelin couldn’t find it in herself to be happy for him. Not when her heart ached at the sight of him. At the smile on his face or the green eyes that she had once known so well. She couldn’t summon any generosity to feel proud of him… not when he had left her behind and moved on so swiftly.

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Rowan

The house had been empty when he’d returned. He’d been expecting it of course. But it still hurt him to come inside and feel the absence of Lyria and all of her things. There were no bright flowers on the console table by the door, nor any of her colourful jackets hung on the hooks. Her books that filled the shelves were packed away and all that was left were the bare bones of the house, and the little possessions Rowan had.

There was a note on the counter and he almost couldn’t find the courage to read it. He knew what it would say, anyway.

But still, he picked it up and opened it.

Rowan,

The removal company will be at the house on Tuesday to collect my things— it’s all in the spare room in boxes, you won’t need to do anything. I’ve left my keys on your desk and the papers you need to sign. Please don’t make this harder than it needs to be. Just sign them and it can be over.

I hope you don’t need to, but if you need to talk to me then please do it via the lawyers. I’m sorry it had to end this way, but I couldn’t do it any longer.

Congrats on your win, I hope it was worth it.

Lyria

Rowan crumpled the paper in his hands and tossed it as hard as he could across the kitchen. The paper barely made it halfway before falling pathetically to the floor.

He had done this all for her. And she had left him. She fucking walked away. Rowan was glad he had told his manager not to come by today because he could barely contain his rage and devastation. Rowan could barely think as he marched down to his home gym and ran until he could barely feel his legs and his lungs were burning.

There was nothing left inside him when he crawled into bed, and for the first time since he was nineteen years old, he cried.

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[the-fire-eyes]

First Draft Masterlist

[NOTE: Masterlist will probably be updated in large chunks, and may not be current. You can also find links to Previous, Next, and First chapters at the bottom of every chapter.]

Akira pov Abdul pov

Prologue Chapter OneChapter Two Chapter ThreeChapter Four Chapter Five Chapter Six Chapter Seven Chapter Eight Chapter Nine Chapter Ten Chapter Eleven Chapter TwelveChapter Thirteen Chapter Fourteen Chapter Fifteen Chapter Sixteen Chapter Seventeen Chapter EighteenChapter Nineteen Chapter TwentyChapter Twenty One Chapter Twenty TwoChapter Twenty Three Chapter Twenty Four Chapter Twenty Five

[world-of-zay]

New one-shot Seokjin fanfiction

"This man must be really important, probably a politician of some sort.

I was told that he was never seen, he always worked in the shadows, behind the curtains, directing everything and then watching the play from afar. However, everyone knew his name. The name held importance in the business world, with businessmen, lawyers, and politicians. The name that intimidated people into a corner and got him many perks in life. As if he needed any more advantages. As his mistress, his property, his woman… I was grateful for that name because all I had to do now, was mention him and everyone fell to my feet. The name was Kim Seokjin.

I was warned that a man of his importance, with his responsibility, would be stressed and probably cold. A man of few words and lots of thoughts. But that he was a good catch. He liked me despite my imperfections and he was my highest bidder. The highest bidder overall that night. So, I was sold to him, and he sent a car to bring me to his very impressive home.

I met him briefly the first night and every night after that. He was cold towards me, strict and stern because I kept getting sick and he apparently, hated weaklings. I was scared he might return me; I would be in big trouble if he did. I tried talking to him. But he would shush me and tell me to return to sleep. He said that I needed to recover properly before I could be his.

But other than these stumbles, he was… kind, and calm, and always collected. He seemed like the kind of man who would never let anything fall out of place, not his clothes, not his people, and definitely never his business. He always joined my room late at night, with a glass of whiskey in his hand and still wearing his suit perfectly.

He was a handsome man as well. I blushed heavily when I first met him. He has beautiful clear, almost fragile skin. His hair is thick and dark, always perfectly combed.  He was tall and albeit, not the most muscular man, he was toned and lean with broad square shoulders and strong arms. His features were harmonious and beautiful, completing the perfection that he was."

If you like what this, don't be shy... join the madness.

Or you can check it out on Wattpad if that's what you like...

Normalize flopping honestly...

[missingsleep]

Take a Break.

[Nikolai/Price] [OneChapter]

Link:

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Price was irritated and beyond stressed out. He was going a million miles a minute trying to do like four different things at once. It was wearing him out.

He was trying to focus on finishing his paperwork so he could get something out of the way. But his mind was completely elsewhere. He couldn’t even focus on reading the sentences properly or even formulate a response to it.

He heard a knock at his office door and audibly sighed. He just assumed it was another problem waiting to bother him. “Come in.”

Except it wasn’t. Nikolai peeked inside the room before he opened the door all the way and leaned his shoulder against the doorframe.

It seemed like he had something he wanted to say but he held his tongue when he saw Price’s expression. “You seem out of it. You should take a break,” Nikolai offered.

“Nah.. I have to finish this,” Price declined, changing his gaze back down to the paper in front of him.

Price heard Nikolai’s footsteps walk towards his desk but he didn’t exactly register until he saw a hand come down over his paperwork. Price looked up at him and exhaled, “Nik…”

“Let’s take a walk, yeah? Just me n’ you,” Nikolai requested, though it didn’t exactly sound like one. A small smirk tugged at the corners of his lips while he spoke.

Price shook his head at first but then he really thought about it. He had been working for quite a while. His brain definitely needed a refresher as well.. Maybe a walk would help clear his mind.

In one swift motion, he set down his pen and got up to his feet. He looked at Nikolai and he could see the smile spread across his face. A certain feeling made Price’s heart flip.

Though, he swallowed it down and attempted to hide it with a cough.

The both of them made it out to one of the paths around the back of the base. Their surroundings looked like it was painted with an overcast of dark fog. The only light that showed through came from the moon. It was hard to see further than 6 feet in front of them.

When they walked near the military housing, Price quickly got a lantern and they were able to see each other along with the area around them. It was pretty creepy but nothing the two couldn’t handle.

However… Price was slightly paranoid. Being in the dark meant they couldn’t see everything around them. It was just… darkness, obviously. Even despite the fact they were within the base walls. He knew for a fact they were completely guarded. He couldn’t help it though. Maybe it was the exhaustion getting to him. He really needed some sleep.

They walked for quite some time. Neither of them uttered a word to the other.

Well… that was until Nikolai spoke up, “Everything going okay, captain?”

“It’s goin’,” Came Price’s very vague answer. He didn’t wanna bother Nik with all of his bullshit so he decided to keep to himself for now.

Nikolai didn’t seem too fazed by that response since he didn’t push any further. Price couldn’t tell if he was relieved or disappointed by that, though.

Price’s body flinched slightly when he felt Nikolai’s hand rest on his shoulder. It had been a while since he had gotten physical touch like this… even if it was only something as simple as this.

It actually made Price turn his head to look at Nikolai with a confused expression.

But he didn’t say anything so Price brushed it off. Well, that was before Nik put his entire arm over his shoulders and continued to walk together.

Price was still a little confused, eying him as if to take every little bit of information out of him through his facial expressions.

“Sure you’re okay?” Nikolai questioned after a few seconds.

Ah, that's what this was.

Price chuckled, shaking his head slightly, “Worried about me?”

“Yeah you’re fine.” Nik sighed, rolling his eyes.

Price snorted in response.

It went back to being quiet. It wasn’t awkward. In actuality, it was quite nice. Calming even.

He was trying to ignore the arm around his shoulder. It made him giddy every time he thought about it. He really needed to pull himself together.

It wasn’t long before they made it back to the military housing and the arm was removed, though.

“Heading to bed?” Price asked quickly as he turned to face him. He damn near averted his eyes as soon as they met with Nikolai’s gaze…

If looks could kill, shit, Price would be a dead man.

The way he looked at him was fucking everything….

Price had to swallow hard so he would refrain from doing anything rash.

Nikolai nodded, “Yeah. I suppose it’s about that time. You get some as well.”

Price simply nodded at first, not wanting to indulge in any of his fantasies right now. However…, both his mouth and hand seemed like they were actively working against him.

He grabbed Nik by the wrist. He blurted, “Nik, wait.” He was so fucking embarrassed but shit! Now he had to go with it.

Price didn’t even plan how he would confess. He’s thought about it before but this was an impulsive decision. He wasn’t exactly in the right mind of thinking.

“I expect a date, yeah?” Fucking terrible way to reveal what he was actually thinking but he assumed Nik got the message from his surprised reaction.

Nikolai stiffened. He turned his entire body to face Price. He was looking deep into Price’s expression. He was waiting for him to start laughing and say it was a joke.

But that never came.

“Didn’t think you liked me that much…” Nikolai said playfully but then switched to a more serious tone afterwards, “Meet me tomorrow after recruit training.”

This is not at all how Price thought this would go. He watched as Nikolai walked into his own housing unit. Price couldn’t move for a solid minute. He was processing because what the actual fuck just happened. Did he actually just do that? That meant he had a date, right?

Regardless, he pulled his mind into the right state and walked back to the main base. He needed to finish his paperwork. He had a feeling his mind would be even more side track than before… he’ll manage.

[recurrentaffections]

Act One

Chapter One: In Which Stories Collide in Brisby

Edited and Lettered by Ken Fergione

Written, Drawn, and Inked by Sarah Tillery

[invisiblestringmm]

Can I ask you if you are going to finish to write all the story and then post it or you are going to post onechapter in the moment you finish it?🤍🌺

Hello there! I plan to have at least three chapters written before posting chapter one! 😊

[brightestblackholetales]

Brownie Bites - One Shot Book (on Wattpad) https://my.w.tt/zaPUZJU2v6 Enjoy a tray of freshly baked brownies, have a bite! Short sweet stories to warm your heart ❤... Pictures at the beginning aren't mine, all rights reserved to the owners. Currently on hiatus.

[sheltiechicago]

Payphones, 6th Ave, NYC, 2019

Mavis CW, also known as onechapter, is an internationally published British photographer born in Taipei, Taiwan. This particular body of work, shot in New York, examines the struggle to survive and thrive – as embodied in this image taken during the morning rush hour when people were heading into work. The woman’s long dreamy-looking hair in the graffiti, together with the leaking water on the road, frames the moving scene.

Somewhere Between Living and Dreaming is published via Setanta books. All photographs: Mavis CW

Judge for yourself, NYC, 2019

Times Square, NYC, 2019

5th Ave, NYC, 2020

[yoo-jonghyuk]

couple sweaters and matching oufits are OUT, impersonating and gaining reputation for eachother is IN

[coffethoughts]

Ghosts

My name is Garrison Dowe, I am 5'11", dusty brown hair, greyish blue eyes and a crooked smile. This isn't my story. This takes place years and years before my fathers father was even an idea between him and my grandmother.

This is about Calvin.

Calvin was 49 with thick horn rimmed glasses with the brownest eyes sitting behind them. He was wearing a brown plaid button up shirt with a navy blue bow tie, his golden brown hair parted to the side and loafers.  I think it's because that's what he died in, but I also think it was his favorite outfit. Although if you've worn it for how long he has, it might become yours too.    We are going back to September 3rd, 2869. Where young Calvin was about to enter the world. Little did he know there was more than one world to enjoy. 

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It wasn't your normal July afternoon

It was cold, the cold you can feel in your bones. The kind of cold that you can't cover with blankets or sweaters.

 The kind of cold that follows death. 

It was the day Calvin died.

But lets start from the beginning. Calvin had a pretty normal childhood. for example; food in his belly, clothes on his back, both parents and a modest home. He himself was the oddball out though. He never stopped dreaming, awake or asleep. He never came back down to earth once he zoned out, and he NEVER let anyone touch his brown notebook.  

Growing up and going into his first year of high school Calvin had average grades. Not because he was dumb, he was actually very intelligent but his attention level was awful. He was constantly zoned out.

Now Calvin had friends, he was the good popular. The one that everyone knew and liked, not the kind of popular that only associated with other popular kids. He always got invited to the parties and events and outings, even though his best friend was a notebook. He usually made a point to go out to these events,

Calvin was seventeen and in his last year at Mulove High school, He wasn't the most popular student, but he was loved by all because he made an effort to include everyone, he was also very funny. Sorry, he IS still very funny. (fact check, he was basically in every photo in the very full signed yearbook he showed me.) On the first day of his last year in high school, Calvin flew into the parking lot on his new Hover Bike he got for his birthday a few days earlier (new driver) and parked. When he got off his bike, he had a weird pain in his stomach, but it passed after a minute and he never gave it a second thought.

He walked in the school, book bag on both shoulders, a brown notebook and pen pinched between his ribs and arm while his left hand was in his pocket with his cellphone in his other scrolling through a list of songs that he could jam to as he headed to his first class. Calvin's mind was full of adventure, stories, funny quips, ideas and thoughts you couldn't possibly imagine. (I've seen the brown notebook) He never showed anyone, not because he was embarrassed, or he didn't think he was good enough. One of the reasons is because they were his, the things he wrote in the notebook were scary, incredible, frightening, funny, loving, envious, sad, heartbreaking, hilarious and feelings you never felt before. He had little quotes in his note book from eaves dropping on conversations, he has doodles when he was bored and procrastinating, he has diagrams of inventions for extravagant things, things you and me could never even fathom.

He found himself walking while listening to the music. He paused in front of his locker. Not sure how he ended up there as he was not thinking of his route at all. But after four years, of the same path in the same school, with the same people and same hallways, his body just new where to go and when. Calvin likes to zone out, move on to different worlds for a while, until it gets dark there and he returns to his "normal" state. (not much about Calvin is normal) He's ok with that.

(More to come later)

(later is now)

Calvin twists and turns his lock to enter his combination, he opened his locker and found a little note folded that looked like it had been pushed through the slots in the locker door. He was just about to open the note when the first bell rang for class, and he thought "shit, I'm late again". He shoved the note in his pocket, shut his locker, ran to class and forgot about the note as his mind is always in other places.

In his first period class Calvin caught himself day dreaming of the new worlds that were all over the internet and news with headlines like "WE ARE SO CLOSE!" "WE WILL BE ON MARS SOON" and so on. With nothing to go on, no pictures or videos, just speculation at this point, your imagination. Calvin wrote all his thoughts in his brown notebook, he drew sketches and jotted down ideas, all about new types of life with gorgeous, wild, undiscovered flowers, insects, animals and even "humans". Because whose to say someone on mars or another galaxy isn't a human of their planet. Calvin dreamed that he would eventually get to these planets. Later on he would learn his imagination did not disappoint.

His entire life born on this planet was based on him off it.

"CALVIN? CALVIN?!? CALVVVIIINNN?!?!?"

"Oh, uh yes, Mrs. Bonnaveve?"

"Were you just day dreaming again? We have talked about this a million times, you need to learn the String Theory, it's essential"

“I was not daydreaming Mrs. Bonnaveve, I am doing research for when we can start travelling to other places"

"We can travel now Calvin?"

"Not to Zone 37 or Area 913, I'm talking about Mars, the forgotten planet Pluto, or the Catcus Galaxy that everyone thinks might be a hoax, but I know in my gut it's real"

When he was done talking, there was a very long silent pause. Followed by everyone including the teacher, the other classrooms that could hear him through the vent and their Mothers Mothers started howling so hard that one kid fell over and broke his arm. When that was over he turned up the volume on his phone, tuned into his favorite song and continued to day dream, the teacher left him alone at that point. This didn't affect his "popularity" like it would when you were growing up. Kids never forget. No not in the year 2886.These days were different. Winter formal came and gone along with parties, movies, dates homework, exams and winter break. Calvin always showed face even though his actual face was buried in his brown notebook and his mind was on another planet. This first semester we’re nt by quickly for Calvin as he was use to day dreaming since his first day in kindergarten and didn't plan to change this year. He was happy winter break was over and he could get back to class, not that he loved school, but he loved being around people to eves drop, learn how people think, act, are for new inspiration to jot down in.

The following semester wasn't so easy. Nothing had changed at home, with his friends or at school. It's been the same day after day for Calvin. Waking up from dreams about adventure to day dreaming at school about all the things his mind thought up, and going to bed with the same dreams. None of that chanted either. The one thing that did was the headlines. Instead of reading “WE’RE ALMOST THERE” they read “WE DID IT” “SPACE TRAVEL IS HERE!!”. Calvin couldn’t contain his excitement. He has been saving every birthday dollar, every lawn mowing fee, every quarter, dime, nickle and penny to travel to space once they figured out how to, and now they have!

It was so hard for Calvin to stay in his seat, to show up to class, to focus on tests and assignments, he barley made it out of high school with a diploma. Which made it hard for him to apply for college, as he just wanted to take a year off and travel. His parents weren't on board and haven't been since it started effecting his grades more and more. They said that if he wanted to stay here for the year he would have to work with his father or head off to college. Working in city hall just didn't seem to call his name especially since his father hasn't taken a vacation in several years.  which would hurt his travelling chances.

Calvin weighed his options to stay here and save even more but push back college a year and then that would mean pushing back traveling, or he could go into college for something that would let him travel and get paid? The laptop was pulled out of his back pack once he got home and began to research schools, and programs that would let him travel while getting paid after college, or even during college as a coop assignment.