Because sometimes you have no one else to turn to... and sometimes, the greatest comfort can be found in a shared pain.
...and the subway tracks went clickity-clack at 01:31 a.m.
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
I started playing Sailor Moon: Another Story again yestertday, for the first time in years. This reminded me of the dratted Ami-Recalls-Her-Life-As-A-Princess 5-parter fic I wrote years ago... I wished I could fidn it,but sadly, it's completley gone. It got deleted somewhere alogn the line with my old website, and I've changed computers since then. ::Sigh:: Although that did make me want to fic Sailor Moon Again... I have a new list of Fic Temptations. Please not, all are untitled.:
- AU Sailor Moon
- Re-write the whole of the first two seasons, and possibly add in my two original senshi. Also, give more focus to the other senshi, not just Usagi.
- Sailor Moon : Sailor Sun's story
- The quintessential season-six type fic, featuring my Otaku Senshi
- Sailor Moon : Elysion's Story
- Another of those After-The-Series fics, this taking place in Crystal Tokyo, featuring the Neo Senshi, and Chibiusa's future daughter, Sailor Elysion.
- Sailor Moon : Earth's story
- the Crossover with Tory Brown's PSE that I started back in novemebr of 2000 and haven't touched since. Chuu was such a cutie...
- Magic Knight Rayearth II AU
- MKR2 Sucked. It was the Epilogue-that-went-too-long. anybody else think this series deserves a better Season 2? a less Hikaru-centric one?
- Digimon Tamers : Jurato one-shot
- A Takato/Juri ficlet. I just wanna write Jurato, okay? they're cute.
- Fifty Two Pick-Up
- Okay, so this oen has a title. it's that darned next-generation CCS fic.
- Miroku Sango Hug Fic
- That little M/S oneshot I'm working on that goes with this picture.
- Kouga/Ayame sidestory to Ilana's "Scarlet"
- Just what it says. That about sums it up.
So there you have it. maybe I'll write today, maybe I won't. I also insanely want to write TLU fic. Specifically, Schmendrick/Molly, and Lir/Amalthea. Book based, as am LOVING the book to absolute DEATH.
...and the subway tracks went clickity-clack at 02:59 p.m.
Saturday, July 26, 2003
And, I come away from Summer School with the remainder of July, all of August, and my FREEDOM!
Atleast until school starts in September.
This should allow me to atleast finish the M/S ficlet, and maybe write some other stuff too. I'd like to write something to submit to next year's con's FANFICITON Contest.
...and the subway tracks went clickity-clack at 10:40 a.m.
Monday, July 21, 2003
Wow. Crazy. I actually am going to DO SOMETHING with this blog? ::GASP!:: Yes, in a fit of procrastination, I put together a new layout for the blog with my mad layouting skillz. And, to celebrate the occasion, here's a snippet from the M/S fic I'm working on.
[--Begin Snippet--]
"Damnit, light," she hissed under her breath, striking the "match" (as Kagome called it) over and over again.
Noticing the red tip was soggy, Sango fumed and, in a fit of frustration, tossed the small stick onto the still un-scathed pile of wood that was to be their campfire. Many matches before that one had met the same fate.
"One of these has GOT to be dry..." she mumbled, partly to herself, and partly to her only companion, who had positioned himself against a rather large rock at the edge of the small clearing.
Miroku inhaled deeply, calmly, the scent of the afternoon rain still lingering everywhere; in the moisture-softened earth, in the trees that surrounded their tiny clearing, clinging desperately to the tiny drops that had ceased to fall mere hours ago. As he turned his right hand over and over again, he vaguely wondered that if he opened the hole in his palm, if it would suck in the moisture and chill from the night's air. It was only as his female companion let out an unladylike growl of frustration that he firmly decided that a lack of moisture would improve their situation drastically.
It was one of those occasions where the Taijiya and Monk had been left to their own ends. Earlier that afternoon, the rain had been coming down rather hard. Inuyasha, being the brash idiot often had a tendency to be, refused Kagome's offered spare umbrella for what must have been the millionth time that autumn. Neither Miroku nor Sango was quite sure of the details, since Kagome and Inuyasha, along with Shippo, had taken to walking a few yards behind the Taijiya and Monk, the sound of rain against trees and earth making their conversation little more than jumbled murmurs. All they knew was that Kagome had become angry, asked to borrow Kirara, and had taken off back towards Kaede's villiage (and thus The Well), with Inuyasha and Shippou at her heels.
Now, the sun had long since set, and the chill had lingered as the night dragged on. It was a a sure sign that winter was fast approaching. Miroku was pulled sharply from his reverie as he heard Sango let out yet another groan. He looked up at her, just in time to watch her shoot straight up from her squatting position and kick the moisture-logged wood in pent-up frustration. Soon, her fit had passed, and she let out a long, exasperated sigh.
[--End Snippet--]
...and the subway tracks went clickity-clack at 01:26 a.m.
Monday, October 14, 2002
THIS... is what I had to write for creative writing class. We had to write a very short story, based on the story premise of a currently existing video game. I chose "The Legend of Zelda: A Link to the Past"...
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Help me… Please help me.
Her voice was a tiny, jingling bell within his mind. It split the silence like a single raindrop does shatter the stillness of a smooth pond; so soft, so gentle, but still ever present even as it dispelled to the far corners of his unconscious mind. The young man rolled over in his bed, blonde locks of hair falling around his relaxed brow and away from the pointed tip of his ear. His lips moved ever so slightly with a buried desire to ask the source of this voice.
I am a prisoner in the dungeon of the castle,it replied, though he hadn’t a chance to utter the question, My name…is Zelda.
Zelda… what a lovely name… a named suited for a princess.
The wizard Agahnim, she continued, has done… something to the other missing girls. Now, only I remain.
He could feel the sheets wrapping around him as he turned over yet again onto his other side, his arm reaching out to the empty space before his closed eyes. His lips parted yet again, his mouth forming the name on his tongue. “Zelda…”
Agahnim has seized control of the castle, and is now trying to open the seven wise men’s seal. She persisted, her tone growing more urgent with every word.
Each word was a dim flicker of light within his soul, until her final words…the words that completely shattered the restless silence of the early morning hours before the sun rose over the land of Hyrule.
I am in the dungeon of the castle…please, HELP ME.
Shortly there after, he awoke with a start. His suddenly wide-open eyes came slowly into focus, and fell upon the form of an older man sitting at the table across the room. He was staring off into space, a profound blankness etched over the older man’s weathered features. Only the sound of the rain pattering against te roof of the small cottage disturbed the previously broken silence. Had he imagined it? Had he imagined that lovely voice, pleading for help? No… how could that be possible?
Slowly, the young lad sat up in bed and ran a hand over his dishevled golden locks. Zelda… she had to be real, he could feel it in his bones! And as the figure at the table slowly rose to his feet, the younger Hyrulian knew that his uncle, the middle-aged man at the table, had heard her pleas as well. And he glanced at the boy in the bed, and he knew he saw him as just that; a mere boy.
“Link, I’m going out for a while.” He said to his young nephew, his arms reaching for the old sword and sheild that hung on the wall near the front door.
Weapon and protection in hand, he narrowed his eyes at Link. “I’ll be back by morning. Don’t leave the house.”
And with that, he was gone, out into the pouring rain, and Link was left alone. He found his hands clutching at the loose wrinkle of his blankets. His mind continued to wander with thoughts of the please from Zelda. The sun had not even begun to rise over the hills, But Link was certain that he couldn’t fall back to sleep if he wanted to.
Slowly, he rose from the bed, setting one bare foot onto the wood floor, followed shortly by the other. He looked around the room, though what he’d expected, he wasn’t sure. The walls, the floor, everything was the same. It showed no passage of time, but still he wondered, how long had his uncle been gone? But before he could ponder it further, he heard, for the second time, her voice.
Please, help me.
Link whipped around, though he knew he wouldn’t find the source unless he could look within the confines of his own brain.
I am in the dungeon of the castle… I know there is a hidden path from the outside of the castle to the garden inside.
And suddenly, her voice was gone. No evidence remained that she had ever penetrated his thoughts. His face twisted in determination, Link strode to the chest at the end of his bed. Droping on his knees, Link heaved back the lid to the chest, and removed the latern inside. Armed with only this simple glass bulb and the flame he sparked inside it, Link stepped out into the rain. Guided by a force he couldn’t explain, he treked towards the Castle, unsure of what lay before him.
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And THIS...is what I came up with. I'm sleeping now.
...and the subway tracks went clickity-clack at 12:54 a.m.
