“People / Sit cross-legged on
the richness of meaning / And like
beggars grab the rice of sound /
Eating, they weep godly /
Uncontrollably in misery.”

— Kazuko Shiraishi,
Seasons Of Sacred Lust

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Dedicated to

The four cats in my
college campus who
like to bask in the
sun and attend
the Chemistry class.

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Hello people! Thanks for picking up my book :)

This is my first time doing ONC. I'm doing it more out of desperation than interest. I've been in an awful writer's block ever since I finished my last book, because I kept feeling like I won't ever be able to write anything better than that. And I wanted to prove myself wrong, so I began this. And Alhamdulillah, this book is turning out much better than I expected. So I'm slowly finding back my literary inspiration.

It's true that ONC is a contest, but I'm using it more as an excuse. I don't think this is the kind of story that stands any chance in a contest, because there is no specific plotline to follow, no particular arcs, no predetermined purpose. So there is a big chance of me not making it to the last round.

Regardless, I'll continue this book, because this is the way I like to write and I have no interest in adjusting my style according to rigid rules.

This book is based on prompt-9 of ONC. You can look it up if you want to, but it's better to dive in blind, so I won't mention it here (the title of the book is a hint though). I think it's a popular prompt so there will be more stories on this. Can't wait to check out the other ones!

Anyways, thanks a lot once again for picking this book. I hope you will enjoy the ride 🚕.

— love, Poma

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