…no!

HEY ALL!
I FINALLY GOT THE ANSWER.
So in the previous post, I wrote about sending a QL to a literary agent?
Yeah, well, that's actually my highest hope at the moment because I don't know why but the agent's descriptions and blog posts captivated me but please pardon my sidetrack.
I just got the response today.
I JUST GOT THE RESPONSE TODAY.
And the response answered my question in the end of the previous post: and the answer is…?
The answer is no.
My query letter, as it happens, is just not the project for them.
It stings.
No, seriously. The last time I asked a girl out and got rejected, the sting was nothing compared to this.
Then I think it's by sheer amazing luck that I'd actually read some agents' posts about rejection slips before I built my QL.
I've seen through their perspective…
…and I can't blame them.
Really. And now I'm finally aware why some writers went on and threw tantrums when they got rejected…and I'm also aware that I have the choice not to be like them.
For a moment, since I want to save ink and paper, I can't print the slip to frame and put on my walls. But as soon as I have the means to, I will.
I want to decorate my walls with it.
I want to remember the sting and the boost up it gave me.
And I can't convey the endless thanks I have for the agents who rejected me. Thank you for pushing me to do better. I promise I will.
And to you, all of you aspiring writers out there: keep pushing. Focus your energy on writing and improving your art, don't waste it on lamenting over your rejection slips.
Best of luck and wish me some!

Alfi.

Ready to Fall - Rise Against

Hold on, slow down
Again from the top now
And tell me everything

I know I've been gone for
What seems like forever
But I'm here now waiting

To convince you that I'm not
A ghost or a stranger
But closer than you think

She says go on with what you
Pretend is your life, but
Please don't die on me

Wings won't take me
Heights don't phase me
So take a step
But don't look down, take a step!

[reff]:
Now I'm standing on a rooftop
Ready to fall
I think I'm at the edge now
But I can be wrong
I'm standing on a rooftop
Ready to fall

Perpetual motion
The image won't focus
And blur is all that's seen

But here at this moment
Like the eye of the storm
It all came clear to me

I found a shoulder to lean on and
An infallible reason
To live out by itself

I took one last look from
The heights that I once loved
And then I ran like hell

Wings won't take me
Heights don't phase me
So take a step
But don't look down, take a step!

[reff]

I count the times that I've been sorry (I know, I know)
But my compassion slowly drowns (I know, I know)
If there's a time these walls could guard you (I know, I know)
Then let that moment be right now

I'm standing on a rooftop
I'm standing on a rooftop
Ready to fall

[reff]

I'm standing on a rooftop (ready to fall!)
I'm standing on a rooftop (ready to fall!)
I'm standing on a rooftop (ready to fall!)
I'm standing on a rooftop
Ready to fall

Storm Chasers Prologue (Preview)

Assalamualaikum wr. wb.

Ceritanya gue pengen bikin sekuelnya Myth Jumpers nih, judulnya Storm Chasers.
Oke, gabanyak banyol. Tp ini masih draft ya…
Herewego!
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PROLOGUE

It all starts when Seth holds Serqet at knife-point. Then the world is consumed in Chaos…
Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself.
A proper introduction, perhaps? My name is Brann Olsen. Long story cut short, I'm a Hephaestus demigod condemned to live a life no one else could stand. Currently present on my right is a Poseidon demigod, Andre Valdez. He's been through as much as I have, as far as I can recall.
Put a couple paces away from us, and you'll find a girl named Serena — a Hopi Native American with astounding skills and charm — trying to hold on to dear life. Further behind us three are a solidifying ghost and a girl. I get a knack to call the ghost Barty since Bartolomeus is pretty mouthful, and the girl is Jasmine. Or so I was told.
The heck, I can't even remember what happened before this.
Sands are blowing wildly here and there, destroying whatever they touch into vaporizing ashes and red dusts on first contact. Everything gets noisy. Nothing's being in Order here—it's all too chaotic.
Of course. There in front of us, holding a fairly attractive girl in his arms (the threatening way), is Seth—the Egyptian Guardian of Chaos. Some sort of the Egyptian counterpart of the Old Nordic Loki, only with even more powers—his assigned Elemental Attribute is sands. He may be the Chaos Guardian, but he can control sands.
Most of the greatest sandstorms ever recorded in history were his temper tantrums (yeah, he did that every once in a while).
In Seth's arm is a girl I'll fall for every time I look at her. But my missing memory pieces knew better—she's a Goddess. Her name is Serqet, the Egyptian Guardian of Scorpions. I know that this girl form she's adapting isn't the real her (I've seen her whipping her gigantic scorpion tail around when she's upset) but simply another disguise she's using, but hey—no one's gonna be able to stay their eyes off her.
Sidetracks. Pardon me.
A part of me wants to fight Seth—my right hand is now literally on fire, setting the Roman gladius (Latin meaning 'sword') in it on fire. Luckily it's Mars' gladius, so it resists the burn from destroying it. Occisor—the gladius' name—turns as brightly red as my hand, as if it's burning along my spirit to fight.
But another part of me know better than to assault like hell to Seth right there. Guardians can kill each other with certain terms of action. I've seen Heget, the Egyptian Guardian of Death, dying on Seth's actions. Apparently Seth had known how to kill a Guardian.
I surely don't want Serqet dead.
Jasmine grabs on to the ground an clears the sands from her and Barty. Barty was once an alchemist and had locked his soul's achieved elemental attributes to the Earth, making him stick around as a ghost. Jasmine herself? I forgot, but I think she's, like, Blessed or something.
Speaking of Blessed, I suddenly remember that I and Andre had been Blessed with certain skills by the Egyptian Guardian…what's her name? Wa, Wa…it sure started with 'Wa'.
Suddenly another form of me surged through my body and sharpens all my senses.
Right. I still have a blade made of a hippo fang in my pocket.
Then a plan forces itself through my head.
"Andre," I say, "tell everyone to prepare their weapons and let go. And tell Jasmine to tell Serqet that she'll be alright. I have an idea."
Andre speaks through telepathy to all as I've told him, and Jasmine tells Serqet through her eyes the message I need Serqet to know.
"What now, Storm Chasers?" Seth asks. "I know you're all up to something."
"We are!" I reply against the noises of chaos all around me.
Wait. Lights? What is this?
Something kicks behind my head and starts filling me with…memories?
Oh, gosh. Oh gosh, I remember everything now.
Then I remember my plan and let go. And with that, four other people let go of their last stand.
The five of us plummet ourselves to certain death as memories flicker on my eyes.