Trying things out
Okay, so I've been a member of livejournal for what, three months, and I have two posts to my name. This is almost as sad as my deviantart journal ;) But never more! For I shall figure out what to use this for, and for now, it shall be sharing random works of my writing that I feel like putting up! haHA!
So, I thought, why not post something or whatnot that taking up crap space on my computerhardrive. This is actually a selection from a very long, very morose fanfiction (Inuyasha: Sesshomaru and Rin) that I'm writing. Of course, every time I sit down to write it I end up frustrated and sad, but it WILL be done someday! Might as well get a bit of it online ;)
Thetrain car shook around him, jarring the man slightly as the people around him all shifted, gathering their balance so as not to fall.
He stared forward, looking at nothing, into nothing, as everyone around him shuffled and spoke in hushed voices. The din of it created a constant rushing of voices, layered over each other to the point where one was undistinguishable from the other. A muddled symphony.
The lights flickered every time that the train car shook, empty rattling echoing in the car like an undertone of notes on a scale. Something that could only be heard if the person listening was truly looking for it. You wouldn’t notice it otherwise, the noise was that insignificant among the grand scheme of sound.
And the man stood, at least a head taller than the tallest person on the train, the ends of his black coat swishing along the dirty floor, slightly dampened from the rainwater left behind from occupants who had trudged into the train seeking shelter from the storm outside.
The crved sides of the tunnel seemed to swallow up the train running through it, the darkness of underground dwarfing the weakened, artificial lights. This, however, was the only light that places such as these ever saw.
He stared out one of the grimy windows at the rushing blackness, seeing a shadow of his reflection through the dirt and dust.
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Aint like you to hold back
Or hide from the light
His surroundings rocked again, sending a young girl dressed in a high school uniform stumbling sideways. One of her tailored brown shoes covered his black ones for a brief moment, leaving a muddy track as she clutched her other friend’s arm for support, steadying herself.
“I’m sorry!” She stuttered over her shoulder, eyes wide with worry when she turned to face the tall man.
He looked away, ignoring the girl and the mud remainders she left on his shoe. She frowned at him, turning back to her friends and re-taking her part in their enthusiastic conversation as easily as if the past encounter had never happened.
The man quietly resumed staring out the dingy window, staring at the nothingness that flashed by, only to make way for more of the same. Eventually, he mused, the black nothingness around this train would disappear, be replaced with harsh, shell of sunlight that seemed more common these days.
Almost automatically, his thin fingers traced the metal clasp on his suitcase. Slowly, they curled around the strand of leather that was wrapped tautly around the handle of his case. The man’s thoughts drifted to what lay inside the bag he carried.
He didn’t know why he was doing this. He was being stupid, being a masochist, refusing to face the truth. But he had to see for himself before he truly believed this.
Please join the family and friends of Koriaku, Rin…
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I, couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
If a tear could fall for every single word on the page, the words would be blurred beyond recognition. It was a fool’s pride that restricted him from shedding tears.
…For a brief memorial service, and remembrances of her life.
Tuesday, November 7, 2011, 3:30 PM
Atsuta Shrine, Tokyo.
Well, that's that. A very rough draft, and unedited in entirety, other than spellcheck ;) I hope you enjoyed.
So, I thought, why not post something or whatnot that taking up crap space on my computerhardrive. This is actually a selection from a very long, very morose fanfiction (Inuyasha: Sesshomaru and Rin) that I'm writing. Of course, every time I sit down to write it I end up frustrated and sad, but it WILL be done someday! Might as well get a bit of it online ;)
Thetrain car shook around him, jarring the man slightly as the people around him all shifted, gathering their balance so as not to fall.
He stared forward, looking at nothing, into nothing, as everyone around him shuffled and spoke in hushed voices. The din of it created a constant rushing of voices, layered over each other to the point where one was undistinguishable from the other. A muddled symphony.
The lights flickered every time that the train car shook, empty rattling echoing in the car like an undertone of notes on a scale. Something that could only be heard if the person listening was truly looking for it. You wouldn’t notice it otherwise, the noise was that insignificant among the grand scheme of sound.
And the man stood, at least a head taller than the tallest person on the train, the ends of his black coat swishing along the dirty floor, slightly dampened from the rainwater left behind from occupants who had trudged into the train seeking shelter from the storm outside.
The crved sides of the tunnel seemed to swallow up the train running through it, the darkness of underground dwarfing the weakened, artificial lights. This, however, was the only light that places such as these ever saw.
He stared out one of the grimy windows at the rushing blackness, seeing a shadow of his reflection through the dirt and dust.
Old friend, why are you so shy?
Aint like you to hold back
Or hide from the light
His surroundings rocked again, sending a young girl dressed in a high school uniform stumbling sideways. One of her tailored brown shoes covered his black ones for a brief moment, leaving a muddy track as she clutched her other friend’s arm for support, steadying herself.
“I’m sorry!” She stuttered over her shoulder, eyes wide with worry when she turned to face the tall man.
He looked away, ignoring the girl and the mud remainders she left on his shoe. She frowned at him, turning back to her friends and re-taking her part in their enthusiastic conversation as easily as if the past encounter had never happened.
The man quietly resumed staring out the dingy window, staring at the nothingness that flashed by, only to make way for more of the same. Eventually, he mused, the black nothingness around this train would disappear, be replaced with harsh, shell of sunlight that seemed more common these days.
Almost automatically, his thin fingers traced the metal clasp on his suitcase. Slowly, they curled around the strand of leather that was wrapped tautly around the handle of his case. The man’s thoughts drifted to what lay inside the bag he carried.
He didn’t know why he was doing this. He was being stupid, being a masochist, refusing to face the truth. But he had to see for himself before he truly believed this.
Please join the family and friends of Koriaku, Rin…
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I, couldn’t stay away, I couldn’t fight it.
If a tear could fall for every single word on the page, the words would be blurred beyond recognition. It was a fool’s pride that restricted him from shedding tears.
…For a brief memorial service, and remembrances of her life.
Tuesday, November 7, 2011, 3:30 PM
Atsuta Shrine, Tokyo.
Well, that's that. A very rough draft, and unedited in entirety, other than spellcheck ;) I hope you enjoyed.