A Writer's Contract: Twisted Inspiration

Every person has their Trigger, in fact, every person has the right to have a trigger that other people should avoid. Maybe there should even be a rule about stating your trigger when introducing yourself so that people can avoid setting it off. If Iori had to choose one, her trigger would be 'someone disturbing her plans'. Maybe she's making a big deal out of this, but, receiving a text from the president of her publishing company at 6 AM on a Saturday stating that they had an important meeting in less than two hours and that she should present herself at the company or there would be trouble with her contract. Well, if that doesn't trigger her anger, what would? Since this morning her mind had been tirelessly looking up ways to change humanity by infiltrating a ridiculous rule into their daily lives, just to avoid the murder ideas that keep whispering in her mind seductively. Funny how her single-minded publisher doesn't even have to try in order to give her inspir

People live their lives restricted by rules and obligations. some of those are self-imposed, and that's fine. Because a person had to live by the standard he or she believes in. But, most of those rules are imposed on them by society, expectations, and such things that do nothing but pin down people and restrain their dreams and hopes stealing away their chances of experiencing life and living it to the fullest. Jun didn't believe in that way of life, and he had no interest in submitting to society and its rules. He had no interest in their Idea of happiness nor did he ever want to be happy to start with. His goal in life had never been happiness. Or perhaps it had been a long time ago. But, now, he was living for life itself, savoring life and going through it in a way that makes him satisfied with each day that passes.  Some called him a free spirit for that, and some say he's a player, but some others like his father, were much harsher in describing him sayin

Iori sat down watching the rain drizzle outside through the coffee shop's front window. The place was quiet and the faint sound of music drifted over to her ears along with the occasional scent of roasted coffee beans creating an ambiance that put her mind at ease and stirred her desire to write. She slowly lifted her coffee mug to her lips and let the rich aroma coat her tongue and send a rush of energy over to her brain. This was really the perfect setup to write the scene she'd been thinking about since that morning... If only she brought her laptop with her. As she kept eying the street before her, she saw a person in a suit running through the drizzle, hopelessly trying to avoid getting drenched to no avail. She followed him with her eyes as he made his way to the cafe's door and swung it open making the bell at the top jingle announcing his entrance to the waiters and staff. The waiter hurried over to him with a towel and the young man gave him a smile

"Why did you say that you wanted me to be here for this meeting?"Iori's editor asked eying the menu that the waiter had left with them before leaving them alone in the rediculousely luxurious private room. The woman was looking at the menu as if it was going to grow legs and attack her. Which was no wonder, since one meal in this place would make irreparable damages to anyone's wallet. The only reason why Iori was here in the first place was that the president had been paying for all those luxuries."Don't worry, we're making Satoru-san pay for all of this because of the inconvenience he had been causing us," Iori said with a smirk and her editor gave her a weak smile putting her menu down."Honestly, only you two can get away with treating the president the way you do..." Kimiko Tachibana told her shaking her head hopelessly."Judging by the trouble he has been putting us through for the sake of his own whims I bet we deserve the special treatment from

"When did you two start dating?""Why were you keeping your relationship a secret?""Is there anything that you would like to say to your readers?"questions were tired as soon as the reporters were within earshot, Jun stood there wondering what would the best course faction be. They probably had to go back inside, but they were going to need help from the staff to storm them from entering the restaurant with them.there was a movement to his side and he looked at Iori to find her looking as pale as a white sheet of paper. she was slowly stepping back her eyes wide and fixed on the crows that were closing in on them. they were surrounding them now and Iori looked as if she was being chased by her wildest nightmare. She was terrified and somehow, Jun had the impression that the sight she was seeing through this crowd wasn't what he was seeing."Iori, hey, Iori..." He called out to her but she didn't answer.one of the reporters who reached th