Tuesday, October 3, 2006

   ...Behind Door Number Three!
So I've given into the pressure of getting me one of these new fangled otaku things, though I'm not sure why since I have my own site and livejournal and a geocities. @.@

But oh well, one more couldn't hurt. Right? >_>

So any way, I'm basically going to use this for a log for all of my fanfics and webby things. For my real blog clicker here.

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What am I working on now?

Well, a number of things. Many fanfics, including:

The rewrite of 'Blackbird', the first part of 'Heatwave' and 'Wild Wing', and 'Reanimation' for Freedom of Speech.

'War Between Hearts' and 'Marigolds' for Fanfiction.NET.

And the third chapter of 'Buns' and the short story 'Can't Sleep' for LP Fiction.

Not to mention working on the scripts for Fantasma and Silent Screams, the two webcomics I am working on with Riizah Pen. =D

And in addition to school, friends, and my life (no matter how menial) I'm basically expecting to collapse any day now.

(Kidding!)

I like being this busy... makes me feel wanted. ^///^

So wish me luck!

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Sneak Preview:
An excerpt from 'Before the Heart Dies'.

“Tell me you won’t switch it off,” his voice was desperate, his fingers dug into your arms, burning them. Flinching at this sudden and unusual form of brutality, you forced yourself to meet his intense gaze. “No matter how much I scream, no matter how much I beg, you must not flip the switch again until it is completely over. If you do, the result will be catastrophic.” He shook you.

Tears were sliding down your face and, unable to stop them, you buried your face in his chest.

“Promise me! Promise me!” He tore you away from him in another desperate shake.

“Yes,” your voice could not go above a whisper as you wrapped your arms around his waist. “I promise.”

And then he pulled away…

And you reluctantly let go… unknowingly for the very last time.

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I know there’s something in the wake of your smile,
I get a notion from the look in your eyes
Three and a half years later…

Struggling to keep your breakfast down, all you could think about was how much you regretted choosing a cab over the smooth train. The ride was more or less like being inside a child’s rattle. And your ever-sensitive stomach was making sure you regretted ever taking up the offer. ‘Still,’ you thought sullenly, ‘It would’ve been rude to turn down their offer.’ Your stomach failed to agree with you as your complexion began to take an unusual shade of green.

Desperately you told the driver to pull over at the next town. Relieving yourself of what few contents inside your stomach as soon as you stepped out of the car, you were thankful for a gust of fresh air without the leather smell.
Even after you were completely recovered from your carsickness, you still had no desire to return to the bumpy ride, so you gave the driver some money and told him to be back in two hours. You had decided the large town of Treffpunkt was worth a visit.

Decidedly hungry after emptying your stomach contents, you chose some form of refreshment (though nothing too solid in anticipation of the trip) was in order. Enjoying a soda (spiked with liquor—you figured it would help for the rest of the car ride), you leaned your back against the counter/bar in the restaurant and just watched.

The most interesting were the two in the far corner: a man encased in a gigantic suit of armor and a small boy with blonde hair in a tight braid. The boy’s back was to you and was slouched as he shoveled food into his mouth like he hadn’t eaten in months.

He saw you looking and sent you a subtle glare. The boy’s message was clear, ‘Mind your own damn business.’

Ducking your head down so your bangs covered your eyes, you deemed it best to stay away from him. Little did you know that your guardian angel would once again put you in harms way.

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