Minato
Asagi was your normal high school student, who was an A, B student, captain of
the kendo club, Student council member and boyfriend to the prettiest girl in
school, Yukari Todowashi, and although he was average at most things, the one
thing he excelled at over any other was card games; Be it Yu-Gi-Oh or
Blackjack, Minato was the undisputed champion but, all of that changed when one
day, when the resident reserved girl of the school, Hinata Yamagishi, beat him
at his own game, then claimed to hate him and card games in general; Minato, determined
to find out more, Minato follows her and is suddenly dragged into her world as
they are attacked, his powers activate and he is teleported to the far off land
of Sensori, where the monsters are abundant, people are warriors and any video
game nerd would call paradise, and now, with his powers, his new teammate and
his will, he must learn to survive and unravel the secrets in this card based
death world as the clock
i sit in the house all day everyday, like a miserable witch. I can't ever do anything with my friends. I can't ever go out. Shopping? Don't even ask Movies? Forget about it I can't even go away for college. i know I'm young but I'm about to see the world Doesn't that count for something? I know I don't get the best grades, but Im dumb cause I dont? I just don't get it, Doesn't she know the more she smother me, the more I wanna break free.
In the fall of my junior year of high school, I started to develop a new ailment. It seems I would have a stuffy nose everyday and it seemed every other week, I'd end up with a cold. I didn't know what was going on. Finally, mom took me to the doctor and I found out I was getting sinus infections. So I was put on an antibiotic and was sent on my way. Finally it was cleared up and I was all better.
For the first couple of months, I kept getting infections and having to take antibiotics for them. Then, one day during winter break, I couldn't eat anything. I thought it was nothing so I just ignored it. As the day went on, I got sicker and sicker until I couldn't even move. My parents called the doctor and they just said I was dehydrated so I just had to keep drinking liquids, but sadly those didn't help. My parents took me to the doctor's office and had to run test on me. They found out that I had a stomach infection.
"How did that happen?" I asked. It turned out that I got it from taking too many antibiotics in such a short amount of time. I was out of school for a week, unable to eat anything but Girl Scout shortbread cookies.
Once I was better, I had to be taking back to the doctor. They said I had lost 6 pounds. I finally got back into school, I missed so much work. I promised not to get that sick ever again
I could get all creative with this piece of writing, I
suppose, I could add all the flourishes and adjectives and flowing description
that would give it more mass and content so I could somehow reach two hundred
and fifty words, I could think of some event and describe it down to every last
insignificant, tiny, minute detail, I could just keep on finding more and more
descriptions to include, abuse the thesaurus to death and do this the proper
way that I was told to; however, I find that completely, ridiculously, insanely
impossible and I don’t think I can even get past one hundred words, if I can
even reach that goal, I’ll be
lucky if I can even make it that far; I know this is supposed to help me
structure sentences or purvey thoughts or something good like that, but I don’t
see how I can even manage to do it, because I can’t focus on one singular
thought, this turned into a giant run-on sentence before I was even past the
first line, but I can’t think of much else to put because this is just
completely beyond me and using grammar this poor (my own fault, I know it can
be accomplished somehow, but I have no idea how to, personally) is really just
breaking my heart and depressing me.
It was noon when I told her -- her being a woman named Roberta who
is prone to hysterics at the sheer mention of Monaco, bastard children, blonds,
brunettes, tabby cats, or breakfast cereal due to the rather infamous actions
of her eldest son at the end of the oh so harrowing France-Australia war -- of
the very dead gentleman now adorning her critically acclaimed gnome sanctuary (a
body which came to be in its present state, oh Reader, when a young, vivacious,
albeit paranoid and often ridiculous woman from a small Minnesota town, who
decided to leave her childhood home to join this small grouping of wayward
individuals in Montana, including the befuddled Roberta, in the hopes of
escaping the seemingly ever-present feeling of dread that stemmed from her growing
realization that the world existed beyond the scope of her limited and often quite
morose imagination, perceived she was in danger and being stalked as she walked
home from her unfulfilling employment as the town’s assistant deputy sidewalk
and bike lane inspector - a familiar feeling for this paranoid lass which tends
to manifest itself most aggressively in the evening hours of a mildly
comfortable day with a 50% chance of rain after ten, when she decided for
safety’s sake to attack the assailant that was “undoubtedly” prowling behind
with her purse bayonet, killing him instantly with his last thought being one
of confusion as to why this crazed woman stabbed him while he was walking to
his sister’s house.)
Last year, during spring break, in the rainy month of April, which is
also the glorious month of my birthday, I was extremely bored to death
and the boredom caused me to watch my life saving cable TV, but there
wasn’t anything on cable television so I was forced to switch my
attention to the computer to watch shows that normally don’t come on
American TV because they only exist in the wonderful country of Japan
so I used the magical power of the internet to watch a comedy, mystery,
psychological, science fiction, slice of life, and supernatural genre
anime titled “The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya”; which is about a
beautiful girl named Haruhi Suzumiya who introduces herself as having
"no interest in ordinary humans" but she creates a school club called
'Save our world by Overloading it with fun Suzumiya Haruhi's Brigade'
or the S.O.S. Brigade in short, whose main goal is to find any aliens,
time travelers, sliders or espers(an individual capable of telepathy
and other similar paranormal abilities) and it’s ironic how the
students who join the club are aliens, time travelers, and ESPers but
there is one member who isnothing special, he is just an
ordinary schoolboy who doesn’t believe in aliens, time travelers, or
espers but he soon find out that they are real and they only exist
because the girl Haruhi Suzumiya is a god and she makes whatever she
wants to happen because she is a god and cause things to happen with
her mind.
Shawn and Shane hated each other; the fact that they were brothers didn’t even come in the way of the amount of hate between them, although Shawn is the older of the two, he always felt as though Shane was appreciated more by their parents because they gave him more attention, spoiled him with whatever he wanted and never punished him for the things that he did wrong, rather than talking to his parents about how he felt while he was young Shawn grew up despising his brother feeling as though he could live his adult life without seeing and speaking to his family except for only on occasions, because of his feelings, whenever he and Shane were young, Shawn would treat him badly which always led to them fighting, when Shawn left for college and went on to live his adult life with his wife and kids, he went years without speaking to his brother, until late last year Shawn decided he would show up for their family reunion with the encouragement of his wife, things were awkward at the reunion because no one expected him to show, not even his parents, at the reunion Shawn spoke to everyone but whenever he and his brother crossed paths there was silence, until his father had enough of it, their father talked some sense into the boys and told them to talk about all there issues and put everything on the table, once they went in the house to talk, a fight broke lose. (To be continued)
It was a sticky, sweaty day, the kind that makes every
article of clothing your wearing melt into your skin like a thick stick of butter
in a scolding hot skillet or like a snowball in the warm waters of the Red Sea
as I sat in Youseff’s dark muggy house on the dangerous crime and crack
infested corner of 54th and Springfield, I began to sweat, small
beads of perspiration formed along my hairline and dribbled down the sides of
my face, more formed in the crease of my neck and behind my ears, I sat
continually dabbing myself with thin moist tissues that only left tiny papery
balls along my hot irritated body as I wiped a pool of sweat out of my eyes I
looked across the room at Kavi, she was curled up on the loveseat, knees tucked
into chest, her feet covered in black socks with ugly big eyed frogs with long
pink looped tongues and she had her eyes open, I could see her small hazel
pupils peeking through her lash invaded eyelids, I though “why does she sleep
like that?”, Anwar must have read my mind because he slithered from his cool
spot on the floor and crept his sweaty black face right up to Kavi’s and
screamed a loud shrieking pubescent scream as her face met his- now of course
Kavi jumped and Youseff came tumbling down the stairs, he tripped on a pair of
roller skates that were left on the steps.
In
the time of 2011, where coffee is god, where 80s/retro music reinvent’s
the style of spring and fall with bulky sweaters and no care attitude
that takes over the airways with “fight the power of the prepster “
defining the American youth, where v necks and large words get used
such as cultivate, Ablutophobia & Haussmannize are accompanied with sly insults making the normal kid say “what!” teenagers blow up the populationwith condescending phrases therefore making assholes born and
no more traces of friendliness available in the mellow pastime of the
“Cookie cutter lifestyle”, where the an average sixteen year old can
respond on the changing fashions of Monet with a French dialect while
cheap coffee is being sipped in the mouth ofthe future, where in any other circumstances a child would be worried about the latest movie but, no now time has changed;Asshole
have taken over the population, where smoking a cigarette and chi tea
plus not going green a stigma of pure disgrace young innocent teenage
minds has morphed into the 2011 frame here I stand here eighteenyearsof
life having a large grasp on the person I am today and where I want to
be instead of frantically running around like a chicken with my headcutoff I’d regained my own internal being.
During the summer i went to a amusement park with Anthony and Zach. There was a ride called " The Demon drop" and it went almost as high as the tallest roller coaster there. Maddie , Anthony, Zach and I got in line and waited for our turn finally it came and the ride happened to be a four seater so we all got to ride together. the ride scaled to the top and you could feel gravity pushing to keep you down. we finally got to the top and nothing happened. We all took in the view after a good 3 minutes we looked at each other and started making small talk. Zach broke the silence by saying "So how's the weather?" "well i think -" anthony couldn't finish his sentence the only thing he got out was " Ahhh" and we all join in unison except me who was too busy laughing and trying to get air while falling. we fell and then were on our backs , we flipped to back at the line that we came from and we all got out laughing imitating his scream and re-enacting the whole thing over again. This i think was the most hilarious moment that happened while being at Dorney park.
Easter of whatever year Harry Potter and the goblet of fire came out. My sister and I were playing with toy cars. It was a few hours after bedtime and it started getting cold. I didn't want to go downstairs to get my parents because they would make us go to bed so I got the "brilliant" idea to stack up two chairs, a silver case, and a pillow (for safety of course) and climbed up my poorly constructed tower to meet the fan cord. Expectedly it fell and I landed my face on the back of one of the play chairs. I cried and screamed and my sister backed out of the room. My parents came upstairs and decided after figuring out what happened that it was time for a hospital trip. (the hospital portion of this story merits another story so more tomorrow)
So, today was an extremely long day. It was filled with classes, but my worries began this morning during X-Band. My best friend started shaking uncontrollably in the middle of Calculus class and it was not easy to handle. Seeing someone that I'm so close to and who generally brightens the days of many people in such a bad position made me want to cry. The only thing I could actually do was text her mom and hold her trembling hands between shudders while we waited for her mom to pick her up. And my day never seemed as long as that hour felt to me, seeing someone I love so much and having no way to help her.
There have been a lot of things going through my mind lately
about you going into the military. Please don’t think that I am mad at you or I
don’t want to support you, because I do. I admire you so much for having the
guts and the bravery to enroll yourself into that line of duty. It takes a
certain kind of person to be able to stand up in front of their country and
place their life on the line to protect us.
You are my best friend here in school and I wouldn’t trade
that for the world. When we get mad at each other, it’s a pain in the ass. As
annoying as it is sometimes to come in 7:50 in the morning and listen to you
yell and scream about the crack whore on the El who wanted to fight you, I
enjoy it because I know there is no one else like you. There is no one else
that I can experience that with and I love you for that.You just have to understand where I am
coming from.
It’s a lot to take in, watching your best friend stress over
filling out her forms to place herself in the military. You WILL be out there
fighting, you WILL be out there risking your life, and frankly, that scares the
shit out of me. I don’t want to you lose you, I never do, and you have to
understand where your sister and I are coming from. I wish I didn’t have to
talk to you about this, which is partially the reason I am writing you this
letter because if I do try and tell you this in person, I will probably start
crying.
Mrs. Hull approached me this morning because she feels like
none of your friends are supporting you and I want you to know that I am by
your side 100%, as crazy as your ideas and views may be, I will always be there
for you. It took 4 years to fully understand you and I am happy that I do. I am
so proud of you and your choices, please don’t ever think that I am not going
to be by your side. I love you so much, like I said, you’re my best friend and
one of the only people that I can trust these days. I want you to continue on
with this because I know how dedicated you are to doing this and I wish I had
your bravery.
Just be careful and always remember that everyone loves you.
If you ever need anyone to talk to, you know I am here, by your side, every
day, 24/7, 100%.
He rolled out of bed, today would be a big day for him so after he brushed his teeth, got dressed and took a shower, he left for school and while in school he asked his best friend to fix his tie, she sighed before she slowly pulled him closer, he bent down and she finished pretty quickly, whenever she did something for him he was always quick to thank her for doing whatever she did, so he quickly thanked her and began walking to his next class, "today will be a good day" he thought before strolling into his first period class, well at least until after school arrived then suddenly he remembered he forgot his breakfast in his locker, usually at this point he would just sit down and save it for later, since his stomach was grumbling he decided to take the trip back down to his locker, running into several people he new on the way downstairs until he made it to the stuffed locker on the 2nd floor, if he made it back upstairs in time maybe his teacher wouldn't say anything to him, he casually strolled into the classroom hoping he wasn't already telling the class what to do because that would most definitely attract some attention with the sudden presence of another student, even if it was his favorite teacher to begin with, because he was practically glued to his computer it gave him a slim window to slip into his seat, since he didn't see him he thought he could just open his computer and get started without anyone noticing, since the computer was off it would take a little while in order for him to get started, before he could even get to the sign in screen his teacher already had his hand on his shoulder, softly patting "You get started on your story yet?" "Not yet, my computer just started up" "Oh really, well get started so" he gave off a warm smile as always and walked away, then he looked up at the board which read "Write 250 words to a short story without periods, be sure to use good grammar" he sat there for a minute and read what was on the board again wondering how in the world he was supposed to write a story without a complete thought, without the use of a period, suddenly he became so much more appreciative for the period, then his teacher walked up to the board ad begin writing "If your getting stuck on your short story, you should probably look up this on Google..........subordinate clauses" and so the young senior began writing away, jumpstarted by the subordinate clauses he found.
He rolled out of
bed, today would be a big day for him so after he brushed his teeth, got
dressed and took a shower, he left for school and while in school he asked his
best friend to fix his tie, she sighed before she slowly pulled him closer, he
bent down and she finished pretty quickly, whenever she did something for him
he was always quick to thank her for doing whatever she did, so he quickly
thanked her and began walking to his next class, "today will be a good
day" he thought before strolling into his first period class, well at
least until after school arrived then suddenly he remembered he forgot his
breakfast in his locker, usually at this point he would just sit down and save
it for later, since his stomach was grumbling he decided to take the trip back
down to his locker, running into several people he new on the way downstairs
until he made it to the stuffed locker on the 2nd floor, if he made it back
upstairs in time maybe his teacher wouldn't say anything to him, he casually
strolled into the classroom hoping he wasn't already telling the
class what to do because that would most definitely attract some
attention with the sudden presence of another student, even if it was
his favorite teacher to begin with, because he was practically glued to his
computer it gave him a slim window to slip into his seat, since he didn't see
him he thought he could just open his computer and get started without anyone
noticing, since the computer was off it would take a little while in order for
him to get started, before he could even get to the sign in screen his teacher
already had his hand on his shoulder, softly patting "You get started on
your story yet?" "Not yet, my computer just started up" "Oh
really, well get started so" he gave off a warm smile as always and walked
away, then he looked up at the board which read "Write 250 words to a
short story without periods, be sure to use good grammar" he sat there for
a minute and read what was on the board again wondering how in the world he was
supposed to write a story without a complete thought, without the use of a
period, suddenly he became so much more appreciative for the period,
then his teacher walked up to the board ad begin writing "If your getting
stuck on your short story, you should probably look up this on Google..........subordinate
clauses" and so the young senior began writing away, jumpstarted by the
subordinate clauses he found.
Shortly after arriving home from
military school (which his mother forced him to go after a series of what she
deemed “unruly behavior”), Jason quickly discovers that his dad has been dating
a much younger woman only several months after the death of his mother, who had
been tragically killed in a freak car accident – the same car accident that
killed his younger sisters Jessica and Michelle on the way to their dentist
appointment; Jason decides that there is something strange about his father’s
new girlfriend, like she is hiding something – something she definitely doesn’t
want the family to know; while obviously preoccupied on his date, clearly
thinking about the possible investigation work on his father’s girlfriend,while confiding in his girlfriend of two
years as they were on their first date since he returned home, “there’s
something about her, I don’t know what it is, but I don’t trust her”, clearly
in doubt of his paranoid state and wanting to continue on with their date, she
tells him he’s overreacting, “Come on dude, your dad’s happy, you’re probably
just not over what happened to your mom” taken aback by this comment from his
girlfriend, he stops the car suddenly and appears to gather himself, presumably
thinking about what has transpired during his time away from home “Did she miss
me? Did she regret sending me away from my home, my family?
While on my way home, my phone ringing with Beyonce’s “Single Ladies” in my pocket, my hands were freezing so I left them in my pocket and continued to walk because I doubted the call was important enough for me to risk being more uncomfortable knowing that I was a long way from heat the thought alone was killing me, after a long period of my pain distracting me from the call even though I wondered who was calling me, while I was thinking, my phone stopped ringing my suffering just began, the wind smacked my face, harder than a furious parent causing tears to roll down my slowly causing more pain, In order to get home, waited patiently for about twenty minutes looking for the bus, once I noticed that there were about 20 people at the bus stop, since there was a delay, my mind told me that I wouldn’t make it home using that route unless the buses came back to back, rather than walking a few blocks for the trolley I continued to wait because my stubborn ways took over the motive to get out of the frigid weather, although I knew that I should call my mother or brother, they didn’t want me to go out that night, as soon as I would decide to dial her number it would be no going back to avoid her long speech that would prove me wrong and since I wanted to be right like everyone always wants to be whether they know they are wrong or not when I saw someone step into the street and smile I knew the bus was coming, I made the executive decision to reach into my other pocket and check my phone which shockingly turned out to be a text from my brother saying “Do you want a ride home?”
Soon I will be posting pages from
my short chapter book that I am writing, I decided to make a post about the
story instead of making this post an actual story so that you can be introduced
to the idea.
The
story is about zombies, but I tried to make it more about the people then the
actual zombies, with a lot of characters the story was hard to write simply
because I never wrote something this long. Keeping track of the plot was a
small difficulty, and I’m not so sure I like everything I have, but that’s for
you guys to judge not me.
The
reason I wanted to do a story about zombies is because I find it the most
interesting way to end the human race. (or potentially end). In a zombie
outbreak all people must put aside differences and hatred to stay alive, and everyone
is a fighter, even therapists have to fight. The story is called Incident Z and there is some profanity in
it, and some gore, readers discretion is advised
Jimmy was in an annoyed hateful mood, and was
playing a violent video game to help with his stress. He had a long day
and was just generally mad at humanity. His mother would try to talk to him,
and jimmy would ignore her. Jimmy went on like this for the whole day, until
his phone went off. Jimmy looked at the caller ID and was surprised to see the
name oh his formal youth group leader. They used to meet every Wednesday with
several of Jimmies friends, they played games and discussed God. Jimmy answered
the phone
“hey
Lisa, how are you?” Jimmy asked
“good,
what about you”
“fine”
Jimmy said, not wanting to lie, but not wanting to have to explain himself .
“What
are you doing tonight?”
“Nothing”
“Good
can I pick you up in an hour?”
Confused
Jimmy agreed, but felt a little uneasy. He had not spoken to his youth group
leader for at least a few months and was surprised to hear from her. Jimmy
trusted her though and got ready to go. When she arrived she beeped her horn
and Jimmy was quick to leave his house. He realized that although he was
confused he didn’t really care where he went. Just to get out of the house was
nice. The car ride was a quite one, with few words exchanged, just the usual
“hi, how are you, its good to see you”
The car stopped Lisa got out of her car
and handed a bag to Jimmy, who looked into the bag and saw 5 fruit cups. “come
on Jimmy, were going to feed the homeless, but watch out for the cops,
technically this is illegal”
Jimmy
was very confused now, but glad that they were back to a usual routine giving
food to the homeless. This time however was different because they were giving
food out to homeless men in a train station. Jimmy never did anything like this
except in a homeless shelter. It was over in no time, and by the time Jimmy got
home he had completely forgotten about his mood of hatred, and felt good about feeding
the needy, he even got a few “god bless you”s and “thank you”s whiche made
Jimmy realize that just because the world is so messed up, does not mean that
humanity is lost. What he did that day meant a lot to him, and sure it was a
small thing, but he was happy to have done it.
It happened a few years ago I can
still remember like it was yesterday, Amber and I went to Shadow’s end
of the year party, Omg it was so great everyone was dancing, drinking,
and just having a ball; and I felt a little dizzy so I went upstairs to
get away from all the ruckus that was going on, an hour later I heard
footsteps and when I looked up it was him, are you ok he asked me, I
feel much better now I replied, In my head I’m thinking omg shadow is
here with me like we’re alone in a room like omg, I know you are
wondering like who the hell is Shadow and why am I acting the way I am,
well how canI put it, Shadow is like the most popular guy
in SLA like every girl who’s a somebody wants to be with him even the
nobodies wants to be his girlfriend, so now you know why I’m tripping
but the problem is he’s Amber ex and she’s my best friend so I can’t
like him, but the truth is I’ve been in love with Shadow ever since the
first day of freshman year, when he was walking down the hall I got one
glimpse of him and that was it, I was love struck,anyways
he was never interested in me at least that’s what I thought until a
few minutes ago when he told me that I was pretty and touched my face.
I recently discovered, that my pets have a 70% chance of dying (early). I've had a total of 10 pets my first being a lizard, whose name was Fluffy. I got him when I was three. He had a brief life of about 10 months, since my mom never fed him. My later pet was a cat, named Lucky. We had him for about 4 weeks, until he ran away and got hit by a car. My third pet was my cat, Nip who I got when I was five. She is still alive today, which surprises me because she seems to never eat and always gets into fights with stray cats. The next animal I had was a hermit crab named, Ginger. Ginger lasted for about 2 months, until Nip ate her. Nip also ate my fish, who I had for 1 hour and didn't have enough time to name. Nip also ate these two Lizards I had. I was very upset, so the next animal I got was something Nip couldn't eat. It was a cat. Her name was Ceaser. She is fat and still alive. In 4th grade I got a dog. His name was Tanner. He was vicious and had to be put down because my mom was afraid he would kill somebody. In 6th grade I got a new dog. Her name is Oreo. She is not vicious and still alive.
Ginger - died Lucky -died 2 Lizards - died Fish- died Nip - still alive Fluffy - died Ceaser - still alive Tanner- died Oreo- still alive
Once there was a young girl named Pariah, so
beautiful that she was envied by all the other maidens of the land, the
magnificently beautiful young girl longed for a friend so badly, a girl,
someone she could learn from, talk to, not like all the boys who confronted her
with desirous eyes and saw her for nothing more then their dream wife, not
because she was a great cook or because she sang lovely enough to make even the
sea cry, but because of her graceful unintentional beauty; she wished ever so
often to be plain, normal, she even prayed, prayed hard and long that the gods
wouldn't reject her the way the girls did or want her simply for her façade,
and then it happened, on the least anticipated but always prepared for moment,
she was answered, as if the god’s had heard her cries and send her a friend; a
young lady even more beautiful then she, her hair was ebony black and flowed
never endingly down her back and eyes of a color so strange it was
hypnotizing, her name was Jasline, and she spoke with an Angelique tone each time
she opened her perfect shaped lips, but even at her extraordinary appearance,
Pariah had no sense of undertone jealousy towards Jasline, In fact she
sympathized with her subconsciously because she knew, If no one else how it
felt to be discriminated solely based on looks; the two lovely young ladies
instantly bonded and became the best of friends.
Although Stephanie Marie was an
uncommon woman (she liked football, plopping down on her couch for hours every
Sunday and Monday night- NFL or college; it didn't matter- and charcoal-grilled
steak each night for herself on a well-rusted grill that had been given as a early
birthday present by her father two months before he died), the more he got to
know her, the more predictable she became in the way she lived her life, as if
it had not changed in almost five years to the day -the night she had gambled
with her life by stepping into the unmarked car of a stranger, not knowing
where he would take her or what he would do with her; she returned a changed
woman and when she woke up every morning at 7:13 (a time that was somehow
ingrained into her brain), needing 13 minutes to fully wake up from the moment
she opened her eyes to the time she stepped into the shower, which was always set
to the most blisteringly scalding temperature the rusty dial allowed and lasted
until every drop of warmth had washed down the drain, she would eventually find
herself standing in her underwear in front of her closet, picking the same
shirt she had worn the day before (she had bought her entire wardrobe at Macy’s
in a single trip, two days after that fateful night) in a different color, a
pair of grey or black slacks that would not draw attention to her uncomfortably
wide hips and heels that were “practical, yet sophisticated” as she liked to
say, she knew that she could never return to the fickle, carefree child she had
once been.
