The first time I saw him I thought he was beautiful.  I had seen many men, many women and everything in between - but there was something special about him.  Perhaps it was the eyes or the lips, or it was something inside that drew me to him, whatever it was I could not name it but I longed to possess it and put a name to it.  Even now that I ( Read more... )

    I know I have been MIA in the last couple of days/weeks/months but I will try to be a little more constant with this journal from now on.  It seems a bit pointless now and I suppose that's my fault but that whole self loathing thing and abuse just seems to keep going and going.  Either way, if you want to abuse Death for any of  your story ( Read more... )

She cleans up his mess, the dinner he found unsuitable. So unsuitable, he declares, that he wouldn't feed it to pigs. That doesn't stop him from throwing it on the floor and sticking her face in it.

Bad dog. Disgusting pig. Look at what you've done.

She cries, not because she's hurt, or even humiliated. No, she lost all pride years ago, ( Read more... )

            I remember very little firsts, and I believe that is because my memory was ruined in the last overhaul I received.  They took many things from me, and gave me back the scraps of my childhood and a few other random memories that I hold very close.  So now they flicker upon the wall like some silent, eight millimeter film that has been ( Read more... )

    The one story house is set into the side of a mountain, surrounded by forest with a path that leads to a large meadow filled with tall grass and wild flowers.  It is a very traditional Japanese house, with wooden floors that are covered with bamboo mats, and sliding doors that separate each room from another.  There are five major rooms, a ( Read more... )

shimekiri 
Lesson learned.

Good bye.

This is the story of, Botan Dôrô, and it begins like this: There was once, long ago, a brave samurai named Ogiwara Shinnojo. His wife had died many years before this story, but it is important to remember, for he was very lonely ( Read more... )

 My home is empty, barren; there is nothing there besides walls and floor.  Once I tried to make it a home but through my own mistakes and foolishness, I let it fall into ruin that mimics my existence.  Now it is nothing, and now I leave it empty and deserted for while it holds no tangible items, it contains many memories.  Many of them happy and ( Read more... )

100. TEN fictional characters that you'd like to meet and what one question you would ask them ( Read more... )

     No one really appreciates the versatility of tar any more.  Oh, everyone hears in history class about people being “tarred and feathered” but no one really understands how horrific it is.  No, people just see it in the cartoons, some caricature of a person or an animal toddles around half covered with tar with a hand full of feathers thrown in ( Read more... )