*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.
*Another one that I don’t remember writing…but the characters seem interesting. I wonder what I was intending to do with them.
The General, the Killer, and the Valet
Empty fields stretched out in both directions as the wooden cart rolled gently on the dirt road. The sky was clear with just enough cloud to turn the sun’s glare into a comfortable glow. A valet, clothed in a mud-colored, striped uniform, shifted the reins to one hand as he yawned. Although the horse was well-bred and healthy, it was still one of the slower breeds; the going was perhaps a little too leisurely.
In the cart behind the valet, a slim girl rested on her haunches was peering at a sleeping man. She waved her hand over his eyes and saw no response. Her eyes were narrow, giving her the look of a sly cat, and her hair was tied up into a knot on the back of her head. Her apricot bangs fell softly against her white skin as she positioned herself over the man’s head.
“…I guess he’s dead. Hehe, what luck. Now..let’s see…I’m sure he won’t mind if I cut him up a little. The earthly body has little importance for ascended spirits! So, my dear General! I welcome your gift in full and reply with proper grace: THANKS FOR THE MEAL—” Continue reading
*I’m not sure why I wrote this, but I guess I did…very old piece.
“Could you look after my pet?”
It was a normal request. Simple, actually. It was something a friend would ask you when their father was suddenly struck by a heart attack.
Which had actually happened.
“Uh…what kind of pet is it?”
It was a normal question. Simple, actually. It was something a friend would ask you when they didn’t really want to take care of your pet.
“Uh…I don’t really know much about hamsters.” Continue reading
A Night of Christmas
*another old story from Fictionpress cleaned up.
This is bad.
What do I call this? How can I even describe it?
It’s beyond my vocabulary. Please, someone lend me a dictionary.
Is suffocating me. Continue reading
An old story written on Fictionpress, cleaned up.
Takara Enosuke was currently in his girlfriend’s room. When he had first entered the room, his feelings of nerve-wracking anxiety had mixed with a slight hint of confusion. Although they had been dating for three weeks, he had never noticed how much of an obsession his girlfriend had with cute things. Continue reading