*Excerpt from an abandoned story concept
A gray pleated skirt fluttering in the slightly chilled air of autumn. A dark blazer over a white blouse, a pentagon symbol on each shoulder. It was the uniform of the Numbered Academies, specifically that of the Fifth Academy, judging by the gold number 5 stamped into each of the pentagons.
The girl wearing such a prestigious uniform was standing at the gates of the famed Fifth Academy. A wide, uncontrollable smile was plastered on her face, her slim ponytail wagging like a dog’s tail over her neck. Her happiness was at such a level that tears were streaming down her eyes and her cheeks had become all red and puffy from her constant pinching.
*Excerpt from my League of Legends fanfiction, Those Minions. It was a bonus chapter for the holidays (although not a Christmas-related plot).
The Strongest Minion in Runeterra
There is a legend, set before the current seasons of League of Legends.
A legend about the strongest minion to ever land foot on Runeterra.
One that helped spawn the strongest army of minions that had ever existed, so powerful that they had been nerfed instantly and obliterated from existence.
To so powerful a soldier, a proverbial minion god—
What kind of name could this legend possess?
*D-Game was the concept from where Before the War originated. Even before that excerpt was written, I wrote a script for comic format and my friend Maomuu drew it into a draft. We scrapped this since the storyline we were pursuing here didn’t work out. Left -> Right format. Continue reading
*A special bonus chapter from The Plan.
Hot! Steamy! Kosaki-chan!
How did it come to this!?
The thoughts of Ichijou Raku and Onodera Kosaki collided. Right now, they were seated in her room, on either side of the small coffee table that was holding their drinks and a plate of snacks.
Or rather, what was this? Not really snacks, this was more like an appetizer. An entire bowl of candied yams!
“Ehehe…it looks so yummy…”
T-That’s not what I wanted to say! thought Onodera Kosaki as she hastily wiped drool from her mouth. F-Forget the yams! But candied yams…no, forget about them! Wasn’t there something much more important happening right now!? Continue reading
*And so we continue.
Wait a minute…
This picture on the license…
What the hell?
This…can’t be. That person on the picture… Continue reading
*This was written over the course of two weeks on Anonkun, a writing site that incorporates live writing with various ways for your audience to interact with the story such as through realtime polls with user-submitted choices, chat, dice generator, branching routes, etc.
It was a very interesting experience as the live writing and the realtime polls meant that the story was written without any outline, plot details, or planned arcs. It was a challenge keeping things consistent and figuring out different ways to make use of the various tools that Anonkun provides (which I really liked in terms of breadth and ease-of-use).
In my free time, I’m cleaning up this story to fix the various issues that came from impromptu speed writing. The story was completed in its run, so expect all of the pieces to be posted eventually. I will also try to include records of the interactive elements as best as I can.
The sun was bright and warm on a portion of my face. I shifted my head away from it, bringing relief to my heavy eyes.
A breath of air. It was lightly humid and a bit on the cool side. There was also a smell…something sour nearby…
A black bag underneath me. Lumpy, but soft, giving way when my elbows pressed down against it.
What was this…
I was laying down in garbage.
An instant response from my mind, but my body didn’t agree. It was tired and felt stuffy, as if it had just recovered from a nasty cold. But I couldn’t just lie here in garbage…there was liquid leaking from the bag and onto my clothes.
Had I been wearing clothes? I must have…right? No wait…why would I need to wear clothes in the first place? Continue reading
*The last remaining piece. For clarification, this is a flashback scene and unfinished.
This is definitely not a love story!
What is love?
“Koi” and “Ai.” Together, “Ren’ai.”
What is “to like?” What about to romantically love? To have a strong desire for?
If you look at love in society, the love in dramas, the love in anime and manga, the love that floats around everyone’s heads—
To want to protect someone. To hold someone dear. To want to be with them. To have a happy life together. Continue reading