Writing

I agree, but umm...
Do haiku's require skill?
or are they simple?

OOC: no, i didn't say that devious, but now that you have... and Fox, he guess right. so... yeah.

okay ima write just some haiku thingy so... yeah.

I write for Passion
My love letters to no one
Let's write down my life

Seasonal Haikus!

Spring births before us
rain pours down and flowers bloom
season of rebirth

Summer comes so quick
heat pours out of the air here
suffocating me

Fall brings leaves browning
wind turns cool and blankets me
leaves fall from the trees

Winter freezes me
cold, cold frost swirls within me
trees are bare and dead

GAARA OF THE FUNK!!! OONCHA OONCHA OONCHA!

Haikus for random games!

My pawn to E-5
I take your queen and bishop
What!? i'm in check mate?

I just blocked your shot
You won't get my my defence
What!? how'd you beat me?

One touchdown for me
If you run, I'll takel you
Umph! I told you so

I am bored to death
I wanna go do dumb shit
but I'm too lazy

heheheh, ur alls haikus make me laugh!!
(funny)

Man i love to laugh
I laugh so hard i pee, dude
Ever laughed like that?

A place to spout emo bollocks, apparently.

writing short stories, poetry, dreams you make into storyies, plans you have for books or what ever, Ect. ect. seems pretty straigh forward to me.

Owch, Gem, that hurt a bit.. n ot much, but i bit.

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now now, devious, no arguing. i respect your reasons for offense, but no arguing. i don't want the one and only post that i've managed to make be locked like my others so... yeah.

Please don't lock this thread!
I swear i've been a good kid!
I'm begging you man!

hehehe, a haiku about keeping my thread open, semi genious.

this is a book you're righting? a fan fic, right? well what's it for? the fan fic i mean?

pretty good so far, to be ho0nest. though of course you should make it longer :)

all that i can say on the subject really is that if you ever need help making up a villian, i'm your man.

seriously, i make the most gerusomely evil guys ever. just ask if you need help. ;)

Here is the Intro and Chapter 1 of A Panther's Path, a Fan Fiction I'm making for Grimmjow(Since we're on the subject of Fan Fics and I happened to start this today XD)
INTRODUCTION:
Here we come to the story of Grimmjow Jeagerjaques, an arrancar and also a member of the Espada. We shall follow his life from Human until present day in order to understand his form of thought and how it changed through time. The story will begin with the birth of Grimmjow's human counterpart all the way up into his final death in which a drastic change in character will have occurred. This story is purely fan made and has no true connection to the Bleach Series. If anyone has already done this, my bad, I will make sure this one comes out differently... It may take a day or two to make the first chapter, as it is difficult to decide how best to start a story, as the beginning has to captivate it's readers, although I can assure you that it will be a rather enjoyable experience to you, as the reader, and myself as the writer. Until then, I beg you ado.

CHAPTER 1 A CHILD'S BIRTH AND A PROPHET'S CURSE
It was sometime around midnight outside of the hospital. It was rather quiet, excluding the distant sound of crickets in the underbrush and the occasional car driving past. However, inside the hospital it was busy and loud. The cries of a woman could be heard throughout the hospital, it was the sound of the giving of life, at least, that was what most of the doctors have begun to realize. There was a distinct difference in different sounds and the doctors had begun to familiarize themselves with those differences. Doctors hurried past in the hallways, they all wanted to go home, but a doctor's job requires passion, and thus none of them left due to their loyalty to their work. The cries were coming from the first floor, the oldest part of the building, as when the building started out it was a one floor grocery store and as the years had progressed, it had developed into a large functional hospital. This floor was very different from the other floors in that it still resembled a grocery store, but with wooden walls creating different rooms. The sounds were coming from room six. A young child and a man stood outside the door. Considering the similarities in the two, one could assume they were father and son. The boy looked confused and scared, his lush, dark green eyes darting back and forther like little emeralds. His brown hair hung above his eyes like spider threads and he turned and looked up at the fatherly figure, looking for reassurance. The man put his hand on the boy's shoulder and looked at him, smiling. Although his face did a good job of hiding it, his eyes showed that he too was worried as well. Doctors were yelling all around them and the woman's cries drowned out the sound of the boy and the man. It was fascinating, like looking through a soundproof window. The boy looked up and his lips moved, and yet no sound could be heard. The man nodded at him and then told him something as well. The constant yelling was a numbing atmosphere, but just as quickly as it had been gotten used to, the sound stopped immediately. The child and the man both looked at the door, their eyes were even more so worried now. A long silence and the man began to pace back and forth. Just then the door opened and a doctor walked out. He wore a white doctor's coat and had low cut brown hair. His brown eyes were very kind and caring, he must have liked his job. He walked over to the father and whispered something. The man closed his eyes and let out a sigh. For a second the child looked scared, terrified in fact, but that quickly stopped when the man opened his eyes and grinned widely, the child let out a little breath of relief. The doctor walked back in and the boy and the man followed after. Inside of the room it was fairly small and bland. The walls had been painted white, but because of the black counters and the black chairs, it felt less suffocating. A young woman, perhaps in her mid-twenties lay in a bed, the white sheets hanging around her as her chest rose and fall. She smiled at the man, her kind lime green eyes looked happy, but the shine had faded. Her orange-red hair hung down her face, stuck together by bead after bead of sweat. She mouthed the words to the man. He smiled, for he understood what she had said. It was a boy.
Just then, a cloaked figure ran into the room and looked back from the child to the man to the woman for a few seconds. He then turned back to the woman and stared at her. His eyes were a distant light blue, as if nobody was there. It sent chills down the woman's spine. He began to speak with a powerful presence "That child will bring you nothing but misfortune and misery! Save yourself from the hell of this omen!" He reached into his pocketed and pulled something out. The metallic sound and the glint from the light overhead revealed that it was a knife. She let out a cry as he raised the knife over his head, intending to stab the child. The woman closed her eyes, the man was too far away to stop the cloaked figure. He brought the knife down, but before it reached it's target, it stopped instantly. The cloaked figure backed away, muttering something under his breath, and then slumped to the ground. The doctor quickly ran over to check the man's pulse. After a few seconds he shook his head, his kind eyes were filled with sadness. As a doctor it is one's duty to keep everyone alive, regardless of what they did or tried to do. The woman screamed again and the child began to cry, the man just stood there silent. The room was filled with displeasure that night, and it would continue for some time...




CAN a moderator delete Max's really long Hi post, it's screwing up the easy readability of this thread(It makes the window HUGE)

i cry myself to sleep yet noone hears
i cut myself in class yet noone cares
these feelings of hate and true dispare
are eating me alive to you i swear
i cannot take it this world of pain
so tonight i end it without shame

how do you like that?

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Actually, either can be used, but Beg sounds more interesting to me...
Bid reminds me of eBay X__X Beg reminds me of my dog :D
See the difference?

i liked it, sonshi. hope you become a big contributor to the thread.

well, i'm not exactly planning to write a fan fic my slef, (sience we on subject) but if i ever did, it'd have to be more of a mature show with blood and language and stuff. that kind of thing, you know?

Haha Will, like Lain or Elfen Lied?

yeah, something like that... only different. bit more violent.

... Gantz?

... never seen it unfrtunately... what's it about?

I'll PM it to you, let's stick to the topic of the thread before we stray too far lol

gotcha.

TWO TON PAPERWEIGHT. ( a funy poem... forget the speeling errors)

My car is a PEICE OF SHIT!
i want to driv eyou off a cliff
Whatch you crash into a revine
For allt he things you did to me
You, STUPID CAR!
I want to make myself a pipe bomb
And blow your engine back to hell
where i know you're from, PIECE OF CRAP!
You're not even worth the tow
to a junk yard or a place
where you'd sit and lay in waste,
I, WISH YOU'D DIE!
oh, never mind you always do
could tell how much longer it will be
before i rid of you.
I wish that you would just get hit by lightning, or something
my confidence in you is sold with every part i buy
i guess i'm just a sucker with a lemon
so pucker up and kiss another paycheck, good bye
you leak more than a newborn baby
I change your oil all the time but still you need some more
your fluid colors come in assorted colors
such wonder ous varieties of problems, galore!
I ought to give you a swift kick,
in the muffle of the tire
or whereever i desier
you never gewt me very far
when you decide driving to the store
is a mortal sin, PIECE OF CARP!
I guess you want apiece of me
since you're always leaving pieces in the middle of the street
you, EVILL JUNK!
i don't know what i'm gonna do
I just hope that i don't have to take another day of driving you
I swear you must be older than my grandma, and she's dead
The fact you run is always quite a mystery to me
your miles are approaching seven digets
may god have mercy on the soul that's holding the key
I guess i'm jsut a little angry
but for some reason getting stranded kind of chaps my hide
I bet you think i'm slightly over reacting.
Has your car ever made you think about suicide?

This is one of my short stories:]
Please tell me what you think:]





The Taste Of Night [Falling For A Vampire]


I liked him. No scratch that. I loved him. I was in love with him. To me he was my everything. Even though he wasn't real. I dreamed about him a lot. He was tall handsome and very romantic. The best part though was that he was a vampire. Yep I said it. Vampire. He was in my dreams every night and I soon grew accustomed to seeing him. In my dreams I would be standing there waiting for him to come because I knew he would be there. When I had nightmares he was there to save me. I knew I would be waiting for him tonight as I did every night. Sometimes when I daydream he was there.
"Alanna." I heard someone call my name. I looked up expecting to see him but soon my face fell. I stared at my friend Jenna.
"Alanna. Where are you today? You keep spacing out," she said shaking her head.
"She's thinking about her boyfriend." teased my other friend Kendra snaring the word boyfriend.
"Shut-up." I said looking down feeling my cheeks flush.
"What did you say his name was again? Steven?" she asked.
"No. Its Stefan." I said shyly.
"Oh my bad Stefan." she said teasing again.
We were sitting at the park as usual like every other day. Sitting in the bright sunlight eating snacks and joking around. I tuned everyone out and stared around me. I was planning on leaving soon because it was getting boring. Then I saw him. He was walking in the shade of the trees. I stared after him until he finally looked my way. I recognized him that instant. The perfectly built body. The finely sculpted face. It was absolutely breath taking. I ran to him. When I got to him he looked at him and smiled. I grabbed his hand and led him further into the trees. He seemed kind of confused. I grabbed his hand and leaned in to kiss him. He blocked it with his hand.
"Uhh,...excuse me but do I know you?" he asked.
"Uhh,...yeah." I said.
"I really don't recognize you." he said again.
I looked around me. This wasn't the place where we usually met. "I'm not dreaming,..." I said shocked.
"No this is real life." he said staring at me as if I was stupid.
"You don't know who I am?" I asked stunned.
"No,...I don't."
I grabbed his hand and led him further into the woods and while on the way told him about how I knew who he was and how we met and everything else.
"So you know everything about me from dreams?" he asked after I finished.
"Yep." I said.
"Everything." he looked at me for a second.
I nodded my head.
"What’s my favorite band?" he asked.
"Seether."
"Food?"
"You don't eat human food."
"My name?"
"Stefan Lee."
"HA! You forgot my last name!" he said jumping up.
"You never told me because you said it was unpronounceable."
"Oh your good,.." he said.
"So you believe me?" I asked.
"Well,...sure why not." he said.
I smiled at him.
"So,...you know what I am." he said looking down.
I lifted up his chin like I did when he usually asked about him being his true self. "Yes,...and I don't care." I said gazing at him.
He leaned in and kissed me ever so gently. The kiss seemed to last for an eternity. When he pulled away I stared at him.
"Make me yours forever. You say you will but you say its never the right time, and now it is." I said.
"Are you sure,..." he asked.
"Yes."
"You do realize you will never be able to leave me."
"Yes,...our destines will forever be intertwined." I said.
He began to kiss down my neck and nuzzle the nape of my neck.
"Are you sure?" he asked once more. I felt his cold breath on my neck as he spoke.
"Yes," I said, "I want the taste of night." I said. And with that he placed his cold lips to my throat.

For a very overused topic, that was very original! I never would have expected anyone of the people who are in the 'vampire craze' to think of using a figment of their imagination becoming a reality, normally it's just there...
It's great for a short story, but honestly, I see potential for it being a great longer story, as it is, it seems a bit rushed, you did an amazing job of condensing it into such a small amount, you're great with dialogue, use that to your advantage, but also try to keep that descriptive touch you had at the beginning, that's what drew me into it, the analytical description, and the 'telling events/journal entry' style of writing which then becomes what's happening... I just think, why rush a great piece of work? this has the potential to rise above the 'vampire craze' and actually be something that I'd read and enjoy reading, most of the current ones out there just make you go "oh great, another vampire story, I'm leaving!" But this one actually caught me in it, and not only that, I actually see potential in it

Or instead of taking this and making it longer, keep it a short story, and continue the story as a longer one, make a story about your life as a vampire with him,

Haha, Cali has inspired Vermillion!!! :D See Cali, you've got great potential!
We all hope to see more of your work Cali~

I think I'll write a bit too... I'll do the second chapter for the last fan fic, or perhaps I'll do something original, I just wanna write :P

That was pretty cool, I like your description of a vampire, granted, I have a different view on them, we're fairlyclose in comparison

Damn now I wanna write something vampire related(IT'S A DISEASE!!! NOT A CRAZE!!! QUICK GET A HAZMAT SUIT WILL!!! BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE)

But before that, chapter 2 of my Grimmjow fan fic(it's short, but that's because it's a VERY small part of it(All they do is name the damn child, sheesh :P)

Chapter 2: Naming of the Child
The two parents paced back and forth around the crib. They still had not named the baby. The unnerving event that had occurred at the hospital had caused them to become involved in other matters, the baby’s name never came up in a conversation. Now they cursed at themselves for being so busy, that was not how they wanted to raise a child. They had had no problems with the older brother when he was born. No crazy old prophet running in and proclaiming him an omen and trying to kill him. Just a weird old lady who thought she was his grandmother for some time. They had named him there at the hospital. He had come out of her quiet, they even checked the child to make sure it was not a still born. He had a little patch of brown hair on his little head and his big green eyes shown with curiosity, but also cautiousness. They decided right then and there that they would name him Kite, for they believed that one day the wind would pick him up and he would never fall back down. He’d be a great person throughout life and have ups and downs. This child was different however. With their minds clouded with thoughts of omens and misfortune, they were too afraid to name the child. They went through various names and still couldn’t decide on one, for they all were associated with their thoughts that plagued each of them. The wife chose one name, Moth, but the father argued against it, stating that it sounded like a feminine name and that he refused to have his son live life as a Moth. Finally, they gave up and decided to try picking a random name on a list of names, maybe one of these names would spark an idea in them. The first name picked off the list was Krad. Dark reversed. Both of the parents exchanged worried glances, the prophets words were eating at their doubts, growing inside of them. They quickly dismissed the name and picked a second one at random. Raven, the father tried to chuckle to lighten up the atmosphere, and brought back up the point of the name being too feminine. It did not work, as the mother stared gravely at the name and her eyes showed even more signs of worry. Was this all a coincidence? It was becoming harder to believe by the second. They chose another name. Lucifer, a name associated with the devil. The mother began to weep. It wasn’t fair. Why had that prophet come and cursed her child? Why couldn’t he curse someone else’s? She instantly felt horrible for saying that and cried more. The father hugged her tightly and whispered into her ear that everything would be alright. They decided that they’d pick one more name, and that that would be their son’s name. They prayed to those they looked up to that it might be a normal name. Each one closed their eyes, and miraculously, picked the same name. They both smiled. Matt. That would be the name of this child, Matt.

sorry, I left out a word, I meant someone else's child,
It makes it possessive, thus why it has the apostrophe, I have to go change that on Fan fic real quick lol... nice catch Vermillion! thank you

Btw, my Fan fic account is the same name as on here, if anyone wishes to find me

same for Quizilla (Anything I post on Fan fic goes in here, and quizilla for back up and copyright purposes)

No, not really, someone else child? say it out loud, it's not right, it's gotta be else's, cuz elses looks wrong

Say: Why couldn't he curse someone else child?
then say: Why couldn't he curse someone else's child?

Yama I dont know how to find you on Quizilla. I have my own account and thats where my story came from. But I dont know how to find you....:[

This is one of my Fan writing to the Twilight series. Im trying to continue withe this one.
Please read and enjoy:]
Tell me what yuo think:]


If This Isn't Love Than What Is It[Emmett Cullen Love story] Chapter 1: Memories



~my POV~
~flashback~
"I'm sorry Cali,....but its not working out..," he said softly not meeting my eyes. Tears welled up in my eyes as he spoke those words.
"Please...don’t..,“ I whispered softly. Tears started to roll down my cheek as I stared at his face.
"Cali...I can't be with you anymore...." he looked at me finally. He let go of my hands and walked away. I stared after him as he walked away into the distance. The tears fell and they didn't stop.
"But.....I love you....,"I whispered. But he was already gone.
~end flashback~
I woke up from my dream that was actually a terrible nightmare. I had long forgotten that memory and the others that had to deal with....him. I don’t know what drew it back but I hoped I had forgotten once again. I got up and did my usual morning routines and was done by 6:30. it was my first day in Forks and my first day attending Forks High. I drove to school and pulled into the parking lot. As I stepped out of the car everyone turned to stare. You see I’m not normal. I’m half vampire so I guess you could say I’m,....ungodly beautiful if that’s how you want to put it. I was wearing my usual style blonde hair long with a single black streak at the front, graphic tee skinny jeans and Vans, and whatever else I had picked out today. I ignored everyone and started to walk to the office. On my way out a boy walked up to me.
"Hey, are you new here?" he asked me.
I looked around. "No I just wandered here on my way to the store." I said sarcastically. He laughed a little.
"Funny. So do you help getting around the school?” he asked eyeing my schedule.
"Sure."
"By the way my names Kyle. And Yours?
"Cali, Cali Eradice." I replied.
We walked down the hallway chatting when we came to my first class. I handed my schedule to my teacher.
"Ahh,. Miss Cali. There’s an open seat between Emmett and Kyle." he pointed at the back of the class. I walked to my seat and looked beside my at where Emmett was supposed to be. OH MY GOD!! HE WAS HUGE! Not huge as in fat huge. Huge as in the Hulk huge! he was staring at me with curious golden eyes. He turned to look at the board. I looked away too. Then I felt him staring at me again but I ignored it. The bell finally rang and I gathered up my things. I found my next class and walked in. Turns out Emmett has that class with me too. "Great.." I muttered. I took a seat at a table and pulled out my Ipod. I saw that Emmett was staring at me. I giggled and turned on the music and closed my eyes....
~FLASHBACK~
"Oh, COME ON!" I said.
"No." he said.
"Please.." I begged.
"Ugh! Fine" he said leaning in. His lips met mine and I kissed back. He drew his hand to my side and I placed mine lightly on his cheek. He deepened the kiss as did I. Then he pulled away.
"Happy?" he asked.
"Very" I said leaning in once more....
~END FLAHBACK~
The bell rang. I opened my eyes. People were leaving the room so I gathered my things up. Then I realized something. As I pulled my head phones out of my ears I felt my face. It was wet with tears. I had been....crying. I grabbed my things and ran out the door to my next class. I ignored it. The bell rang. Lunch. I followed the other kids to the cafeteria. I saw Kyle up ahead walking in.
"KYLE!" I yelled.
He turned and looked at me. "Hey Cali!" he yelled back waving at me and walking towards me.
"Sit with me at lunch?" I asked.
"With pleasure!" He said as we pushed our way through the line. We finally got our trays and walked to our table. I looked around the big room and saw a table towards the back. They were staring at me.
"Who are they?" I asked Kyle pointing towards the table.
"The boy on the end is Edward Cullen. The girl next to him with the brown hair is Isabella or Bella Cullen. They’re together. The girl next to her with the crazy hair is Alice Cullen Edward and Bells sister. The boy next to her that always looks like he’s in pain is Edwards brother and Alice’s boyfriend Jasper Cullen. And the big one on the end is Emmett Cullen."
"But wait,...you said they were brother and sister. How could they be dating."
"They’re adopted. All of them are together. Except for Emmett. But he doesn’t date. Almost every girl I’ve talked to that’s asked him out has been rejected." he finished poking at his pizza as if making sure it wasn’t goanna jump at him. They continued to stare at me.
"Watch this,.." I said as I got up and walked across the room. I walked up to the Cullen’s and sat down across from them. They all dropped what they had and looked at each other and me. Silence,...
"hi,...' I said. No replies. I decided now would be the best time to use my power. I concentrated on Emmett. Then his thoughts came to me. He was confused as to why I would just walk up to the table and sit down. I moved on to Jasper. His thoughts were,...strange. He was trying to,....control the emotions around us. Weird. I moved to Alice. Her thoughts were very,...random. She went form translating things into German, to wondering when the next bell was, to,.....cupcakes. Then I moved to Bella. I couldn’t read her thoughts. It was like standing in a dark cave. I moved to Edward. My eyes grew wide at the same time his did. He too was reading my thoughts. He could hear his voice inside my head and I could hear mine in his.
"Your,.....your,.....like,...me." I chocked out.
"Well talk later." Edward said. He quickly went over where we should meet in his head as I was walking out. I ran out of the school and to my car. I started it and drove to my house fast. I parked it and ran and jumped on my roof. I went inside and re-did my hair and makeup. I changed into a fresh pair of clothes and jumped out my window. I ran remembering the directions Edward had given me oh so clearly. Vampires like me in the same town. I ran faster till I was in a huge meadow. The Cullen’s were already there. I walked forward.
"Where are the rest of your coven?" Edward asked as soon as I was in front of them.
"I don’t have one." I said.
"Then your a new born?"
"No"
"Then what are you?"
"I’m half vampire." I said. Then I felt the breath knocked out of me and felt pain on my back.
I opened my eyes and Emmett was standing there with pure hatred in his eyes. He had his had around my neck.
"WHY!!" he screamed.
The other Cullen’s were walking away.
"Why,....why,...what." I choked out.
"WHY DID YOU KILL HER!!!" he screamed at me tightening his grip around my neck.
"Who,....her,,....who?"
"ROSILIE!" he tightened his grip and my vision started to blur. I felt light headed. Everything went dark. I no longer felt the pain of his hand on my neck. Or the searing pain that was once on my back. I felt no pain. Emotional or physical. I went to sleep. A dreamless sleep. And this time,....I didn't wake up.

www.quizilla.com/stories/9237879/flight-of-the-falcon-chapter-1-the-arrival-and-the-tensions-of-clans

In order to find someone, you have to know something made by them, click that and then go to the profile of mine, lol
Quizilla really needs to add a account search option...

That one is really cool, I'm gunna go find you on quizilla :P
X__X is that one quizilla? cuz I can't find it...

EDIT: New story, it's a part of the Bleach Fan Fiction I'm making (NOT the grimmjow one, it's one with my own original characters in it)
This is really just a sub part of it, I'm putting it at the beginning in order to explain this character BEFORE she comes into the story, so that she isn't TOO confusing to understand (You'll understand why she is strange after reading this)

Tails of the Fallen Angel: Owner of the Blade
She opened her eyes curiously, looking around. She had been daydreaming again, about that very same image. A man with long black hair with red highlights, that and the sword was all she could make out, as everything else blurred into the background. That sword. It was a very beautiful blade. A long slender black blade with the edges specially designed as a dull white color, providing perfect contrast between each side of the katana. It had no guard, but that just added to it’s wondrous design. The handle was white, with wraps wrung around it over and over again, coming off into two long tails of white bandage, or perhaps ribbon. These ribbons ended with two beautiful silver bells, they jingled gently, sounding ever so peaceful. The girl shook her head out of it. She was falling back into that day dreaming state again. She pounded her head to pull herself out of it and stood up. She had been seeing this sword, and that man, for the past month or two. But it was only around this area, this area that she seemed to be drawn to, like a delicate little moth is drawn to that horridly dangerous light. It was an abandoned warehouse. Odd that it be here, in the middle of nowhere. She tried to recall her family, or even her past. But still, nothing, this was the only familiar place there was. She was perfectly content with staying here. But today was different, today she wanted to go inside and see what it was that was in there. She slowly walked over to the door and played with the handle. Part of her hoped that it would not open, she was perhaps only about 6 or 7, and she was terrified and yet oh so curious as well. The door’s handle turned easily and it began to pull inwards quickly, pulling her inside. She let out a quick gasp as she saw what was in there. Blood. Everywhere. Bodies. Dismembered parts. All of them bearing similar clothing, what looked like a black hakama. They all had katanas, but most lay broken and shattered on the ground. One thing in the room stood in one piece, with no blood on it. The figure in the middle. It was peculiar, it had similar clothing to the others, only the sleeves were torn off of the outfit. It’s face was covered as well with an odd mask. There was no color, it took the girl a moment to realize it was a statue. All of a sudden she wanted to touch this statue so horribly bad. She suddenly felt as if she could leave this world if she touched that object. She slowly stepped into the room and grimaced as she heard a small little splash, she had stepped in blood, or perhaps something else. She ran as fast as she could over to the statue and stopped before it and just stared. It was a very nicely designed statue. But what she was so interested in was its looks. Even with the stone and the mask she immediately recognized it. The long hair designed delicately and to the key, the hakama was not a hakama, but a martial arts vest with a sash, he had been turned sideways so all you could see was one leg, he was actually wearing pants. She looked up at the mask and noticed the eyes. The only thing with color still. A deep glazed yellow, as if it were asleep. Yes, in a deep, tranquil sleep. She slowly reached up and touched the cheek of the mask. A flash of light, she had no time to react. She heard a loud thud and realized she had hit a wall. Everything went black.
She opened her eyes and immediately realized she was not in the same place. It was a forest, but like none she had ever seen, it showed signs of civilization long ago, but the trees had grown around and through all of this. It was oddly dark and foggy. A red harvest moon hung over the sky in permanence. She began to slowly walk around and then turned to a rustling sound.
“Who are you?” She asked in shock. It was the man from her daydreams.
“Who I am is not important… My name is not important… What is important is what I am and who you are…” He spoke profoundly, as if he already knew everything. He spoke like that of what a god might speak.
“Then… what are you?” She asked curiously.
“I am the nine sins of a fallen angel of death. I am… Was one of more powerful angels of death…” He spoke with little to no emotion, but he still seemed uncomfortable when he said he was.
“So… You’re dead?” She asked again.
“Something like that, does it scare you young child?” He smiled.
“I don’t know, I never knew what being dead was like. What is it?” She asked quietly.
“What an innocent little girl, you still have not realized you’re dead?” He asked gently, chuckling.
“I’m… dead?” She asked, shocked.
“Yes, but you are a rare one, a rare one indeed. You see, you died in an odd way… an odd way indeed” He chuckled to himself again, as if he knew something that she never would. Which was probably right.
“Who… am I?” She asked in an almost hollow voice. No emotion could come out, she was too confused to show emotion or intelligence.
“Who you were before isn’t what is important, what you become is… very much so” He gently rustled her hair.
“Who will I become?” She asked this time, apparently understanding what he had said.
“You will become Aname Mariko… An angel of death…” He chuckled again and began to walk away. “Follow young girl”
“I will become… an angel of death?” she asked, showing some form of shock.
“Don’t think of it as a bad thing, it’s not all that bad. It’s dangerous though. Now come.” He continued to walk. They came to a clearing with nothing in it for a good 200 feet. In the middle, something stuck out of the ground. The girl suddenly regained her senses. It was the sword! But so many thoughts rushed through her head, that was not yet important.
“But wait! I saw you just a moment ago! As a statue! And you had this horribly disfigured mask on, and everyone around you, the smell of blood…” She felt woozy and fell to her knees, breathing in and out deeply.
“That was a terrible accident, that was my final, fatal sin, and perhaps my biggest regret” He muttered distantly. “But you must take the sword, now, use it as your peacemaker, become an angel of death…” He vanished into thin air.
She walked over and stared at the blade. In a few seconds, it would be hers, her own sword. That pretty sword with the two tails. She wanted it, and yet she hesitated, what would happen? She slowly touched the blade and felt a feeling of familiarity, and grabbed it and began to pull. It slid out easily. Just then, the ground beneath her shattered and she fell into blackness.
She came to in the warehouse again. She looked around, there was fresh blood, the creature was attacking new people, they looked similar. She looked down at her left hand and saw the sword. She knew what she needed to do. She slowly got up and began walking towards the creature. It stood in one spot as it held the last living one in it’s hands by the throat. It was speaking to him, telling him he’d die. She came up to the creature and tapped it’s leg. It began to turn, eyeing the little kid and laughing. She jabbed the sword forward in what seemed like slow motion, the creature noticed, but it did nothing except widen it’s eyes in shock, the blade went straight into it’s chest. It fell, quickly onto the ground, dying. The mask disappeared from the face and the man she had seen just a few moments ago lay there dead. The man in the hakama stared at her in shock and suddenly got up and looked at her gravely. This small girl had just killed an extremely powerful angel of death whom had been corrupted by the powers of the Hollow, with an unreleased sword. It had let her to, that was what was the scariest part. The creature could’ve torn her apart quite easily, and yet, it let her pierce straight through it. Even that was scary, a hollow’s skin couldn’t be cut by a sword that’s not even released yet! That would require the reiatsu of a captain level. Perhaps even more!
“Who… are you young child?” He stammered quickly when her quiet eyes turned to him as she glanced from the body to the bloodied sword to him and then back to the body.
“I’m… Aname Mirako… That’s right… That’s what he told me… I’m Aname Mirako; an angel of death…” She slowly tilted forwards and collapse onto the ground. This feeling, it was familiar. A warm blanketing feeling, it was so inviting. She let it consume her without any struggle. The man stared at the girl for some time before going to get help. She was definitely something he’d never seen before. This child, how had she acquired a Zanpaktou? And how could he not feel any reiatsu from her? It was obvious that she was a soul, and therefore could in fact have reiatsu, but how had she acquired a Zanpaktou, on Earth? Was that even possible? He wondered what this girl might become in the future and began to worry more.

Wow, an I'm getting active in writing and everyone else is empty again darnit...
Oh well, here's a poem I made in the space of 15 minutes or so, it's not very good, rather simplistic...

Most of the rhyming is just coincidental, I had been trying to make the words 'flow' without actually rhyming, but I only did that for specific parts in the end
Looking into a mirror...
Looking into a mirror, do you ever wonder what it's like on the other side
Do you ever wonder if there's a world past that mirror, something new?
A nice, beautiful place, without the human's touch, a perfect little paradise
and if that world is there, how might one get through?
Have you ever wanted to try to get there by pushing through the mirror?
As if there might be nothing there, perhaps it's just an open door
But something keeps you back, perhaps a long instilled fear
for the mirror might cut, cut deep deep inside of you and make you no more
Perhaps that is the way to escape this world and drift into that one?
Perhaps all we really have to do is just have it be done...

okayy i found you on listal yama.




Another story i wrote.



Silent Night


I stood there staring off into the blank distance. It was almost completely silent except for the whispering wind. Almost so soft I couldn’t hear it. The snow flurries blew around me. I zipped my coat up further. In the frigid wind the fur on the hood of my coat swayed and my hair blew around me. My feet were covered by snow. The ground had a thick white blanket over it. The snow continued to fall steadily. I watched it fall peacefully, joining others of its kind on the cold ground. The moon shone brightly in the sky and the snow glittered on the ground below. I watched the stars twinkle in the midnight blue sky. It was completely silent.
Oddly enough I enjoyed the silence. It felt nice. To feel like you had escaped from the world. Like no one else was there but you. There’s no drama or who has what or who’s the best dressed. It was just me. The loneliness that some might want to go away felt inviting. I could just stand there and think without being rudely interrupted. Even though the frigid wind nipped at my face, I didn’t feel it. I had gotten so used to the cold now that my face was numb. I sat down in the snow. Some fluffy white flakes floated up around me but then slowly drifted downward.
The wind had died down now and it was only a slight breeze. I stared into the dark sky. The snow flakes landed lightly on my face. I enjoyed this peaceful moment. I wanted it to last for an eternity. Maybe even longer if there was such a thing. I laid back in the white blanket and looked at the waning moon. I closed my eyes and listened to the silent sounds of nature. The soft wind blowing through the trees. The snow falling on the ground. I smiled at it.
I heard footsteps and looked behind me. Chad was standing there. He sat down in the snow beside me.
“It’s peaceful tonight.’ he whispered.
“Yeah, it is.” I said back. For the rest of the time we just sat there. Staring into the distance, not speaking one word. To us the world was silent. We sat there until the early signs of dawn. We were still sitting there even when the sun began to climb into the sky.
“Come on, we should go home.” Chad said beginning to stand up.
I stood up and brushed the snowflakes off me. I took one last glance at the peaceful sanctuary. As I began to walk towards home lots of thoughts went through my head. There was one that stood out the most to me: Why couldn’t everyday and night be like that? Why couldn’t they all be that peaceful? Why couldn’t we be that way?