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Writing Updates: Bruises - Feeding Bunnies
Millennium Snow - Hatori Bisco:
Incomplete. Vampire Romance. Werewolf Shenanigans. Overall, not too bad. It would be better if it were finished. So much left unresolved. Overall I enjoyed it though; it was like Ouran Host only with a vampire, bat, and a werewolf. And no gender-irrelevant Haruhi.. Though Chiyuki was probably just as thick. XD Yami-Maru is my favorite. ;O; Cute little bat. I actually didn’t realize it was vampire romance when I started to read it. XD Though it does have all the stereotypical vampire romance things. Make vampire who hates main girl, main girl wants to be with him forever; he saves her life and denies ever liking her. You know same old, same old.
Really Touya’s just a wuss. :D As an after thought it’s probably better to just leave it as it will be pretty obvious what’ll happen.
Zombie Powder - Kubo Tite: Icons - Mostly featuring Gamma
Gamma cracks me up. Just. I suppose he’s supposed to be serious and crap, but I can’t take him seriously with that butterfly on his jacket. It’s also incomplete, but I still enjoyed it. I wish it was complete as I found this was really good. Nice and actiony. Gamma also has great facial expressions. XD The idea of life rings is pretty cool too.
I am still trying to figure out how Gamma can beat every opponent to death AND THEN, have Wolfie-chan beat the crap out of him with a ladle. Gamma’s super manly like that.
Other then it being incomplete, I just wish it would have had more back story for the characters. Like Smith. He’s kind of a weird guy but he still made me laugh, albeit not as much as Gamma. There’s really a lot left unsaid.;_;
But Angelle's relationship with him makes me laugh. She also reminds me of Cherri in a lot of aspects. XD;;;;; The little pervert. But everyone will be next door, right? They'll hear us!
Stuff:
Well I did accomplish quite a bit of homework today. So that’s good it just leaves a project and my final essay. Which I am going to do tomorrow. My wrist really hurts today, after product of falling. And my knees are super bruised too. I fell pretty hard and didn’t realize it until today. Quite unfortunately in the form of stinging pains and bruises.
19: Bruises
Sighing doesn’t relieve stress and hope does not relieve bruises. But the bruises tell me I am still alive and well. I just wish it wasn’t such a painful existence. I’m such a lonely, pathetic little creature, switching back and forth on this emotional pole as though it is somehow relevant to my existence.
But it’s hard to take in that the bruises and cuts are proof of existence.
It’s a pain to realize that because I bleed, I live.
I don’t bleed of my own will. This is a byproduct of something similar to fate. And if I could fight against the scent and color I would.
But red is red is blood is blood and it all boils to pain in my mind.
“You’re still standing around here?”
His voice is soft yet teasing. He kneels down and gives me a look that says I’ve been wasting too much time.
He corrects himself, “Lying around here, rather. As I know you’ll get all technical on me.”
But I don’t know him.
He plops down next to me and takes a long look up at the black and white tiles. “You hated this place though.” His looking down at me causes me to sit up.
“I don’t hate anything.”
He chuckles, “I take it, we haven’t met yet?”
I do not want to admit this. I do not know what it going on anymore than before. But I’m finding it odd he should have such a pleasant sound about him.
He stands and offers a hand, and like a fool I deny it. But he only smiles.
I do not know if I am afraid of what is to come or angered by a face I should recognize and don’t.
“Everyone hates this place.” He confides. “It leaves the worst memories and cuts. I’ve got my share of bruises.”
I look up, “Where is this place?”
And the joy slips from his face. He shakes his head, “I can’t say.”
It seems that can’t and won’t are the very same here. But he looks so saddened by my ignorance.
“That’s fine.” I answer, “I won’t be here long.”
He corrects, “Much longer, you mean.”
I can’t understand he knows what I mean, when I do not. But I nod regardless. Because I will get out of here. I do not see the problem as here, so much as it is staying. It aches to much to leave. I feel the throb of something, I wonder if he is causing it. He walks away, it throbs with every footstep.
I do not know how I am so attached to a man I’ve never met. Perhaps because he was not me, because he was something new in this world. I don’t follow. I know if I do it will only lead to a thicker darkness.
end.
Millennium Snow - Hatori Bisco:
Incomplete. Vampire Romance. Werewolf Shenanigans. Overall, not too bad. It would be better if it were finished. So much left unresolved. Overall I enjoyed it though; it was like Ouran Host only with a vampire, bat, and a werewolf. And no gender-irrelevant Haruhi.. Though Chiyuki was probably just as thick. XD Yami-Maru is my favorite. ;O; Cute little bat. I actually didn’t realize it was vampire romance when I started to read it. XD Though it does have all the stereotypical vampire romance things. Make vampire who hates main girl, main girl wants to be with him forever; he saves her life and denies ever liking her. You know same old, same old.
Really Touya’s just a wuss. :D As an after thought it’s probably better to just leave it as it will be pretty obvious what’ll happen.
Zombie Powder - Kubo Tite: Icons - Mostly featuring Gamma
Gamma cracks me up. Just. I suppose he’s supposed to be serious and crap, but I can’t take him seriously with that butterfly on his jacket. It’s also incomplete, but I still enjoyed it. I wish it was complete as I found this was really good. Nice and actiony. Gamma also has great facial expressions. XD The idea of life rings is pretty cool too.
I am still trying to figure out how Gamma can beat every opponent to death AND THEN, have Wolfie-chan beat the crap out of him with a ladle. Gamma’s super manly like that.
Other then it being incomplete, I just wish it would have had more back story for the characters. Like Smith. He’s kind of a weird guy but he still made me laugh, albeit not as much as Gamma. There’s really a lot left unsaid.;_;
But Angelle's relationship with him makes me laugh. She also reminds me of Cherri in a lot of aspects. XD;;;;; The little pervert. But everyone will be next door, right? They'll hear us!
Stuff:
Well I did accomplish quite a bit of homework today. So that’s good it just leaves a project and my final essay. Which I am going to do tomorrow. My wrist really hurts today, after product of falling. And my knees are super bruised too. I fell pretty hard and didn’t realize it until today. Quite unfortunately in the form of stinging pains and bruises.
19: Bruises
Sighing doesn’t relieve stress and hope does not relieve bruises. But the bruises tell me I am still alive and well. I just wish it wasn’t such a painful existence. I’m such a lonely, pathetic little creature, switching back and forth on this emotional pole as though it is somehow relevant to my existence.
But it’s hard to take in that the bruises and cuts are proof of existence.
It’s a pain to realize that because I bleed, I live.
I don’t bleed of my own will. This is a byproduct of something similar to fate. And if I could fight against the scent and color I would.
But red is red is blood is blood and it all boils to pain in my mind.
“You’re still standing around here?”
His voice is soft yet teasing. He kneels down and gives me a look that says I’ve been wasting too much time.
He corrects himself, “Lying around here, rather. As I know you’ll get all technical on me.”
But I don’t know him.
He plops down next to me and takes a long look up at the black and white tiles. “You hated this place though.” His looking down at me causes me to sit up.
“I don’t hate anything.”
He chuckles, “I take it, we haven’t met yet?”
I do not want to admit this. I do not know what it going on anymore than before. But I’m finding it odd he should have such a pleasant sound about him.
He stands and offers a hand, and like a fool I deny it. But he only smiles.
I do not know if I am afraid of what is to come or angered by a face I should recognize and don’t.
“Everyone hates this place.” He confides. “It leaves the worst memories and cuts. I’ve got my share of bruises.”
I look up, “Where is this place?”
And the joy slips from his face. He shakes his head, “I can’t say.”
It seems that can’t and won’t are the very same here. But he looks so saddened by my ignorance.
“That’s fine.” I answer, “I won’t be here long.”
He corrects, “Much longer, you mean.”
I can’t understand he knows what I mean, when I do not. But I nod regardless. Because I will get out of here. I do not see the problem as here, so much as it is staying. It aches to much to leave. I feel the throb of something, I wonder if he is causing it. He walks away, it throbs with every footstep.
I do not know how I am so attached to a man I’ve never met. Perhaps because he was not me, because he was something new in this world. I don’t follow. I know if I do it will only lead to a thicker darkness.
end.