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It seems you've stumbled upon my fan-fic/story world! I post all of my writings here. I currently am working on the stories Normal, Zakuro Academy and Encounter With a Ghost. I try to update as often as I can, but some weeks are very tough for me. Comments are very appreciated and I hope you come here lot's!
Keome
Wow...sorry I haven't updated in so long you guys! Anyways, here's chapter 10!
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Gemstone Eyes
Chapter 10
Akemi led me out of the festival grounds. We walked in awkward silence, a mad expression on his face. Something about Akemi frightened me a little bit. He was kind and nice but a small part of my mind said to be careful. I had never seen him mad. He stopped at a small clearing and stood still. I extended my hand. "Akemi I don't think that boy meant any harm. I mean, if that's what your upset about..." I trailed off. He gave a long sigh and sat down.
"Come, sit Sayuri-chan. I'm fine." He beckoned over to me. I still hadn't gotten a glimpse of his face and slowly walked towards him, taking a seat. "I'm not sure if we'll see the fireworks from here." I mumbled. "We will. I talked with the operator of them. This should be a perfect spot. You know the legend of course?" He said. Alarms went off in my head as I nodded. "Of course, you are a local after all." Akemi smirked.
"So you must know that if a couple kiss on the last firework of the last night, they are to be together forever." He said. "Well not exactly. They do have to kiss on the last night and the last firework but they aren't destined to be. And of course they do have to be a couple..." I said. "I think I prefer my version better." Akemi replied coldly. The alarms grew louder.
Pop!
My head shot to look at the sky. The last colours of a firework were disappearing. "It looks like they've started." Akemi said. My heart beat quickened and I looked towards him. He was staring at the sky, a smile on his lips. But something seemed harder, harsher in his eyes. I felt his hand on mine and I froze. Minutes passed. "It's ending soon. What do I do!?" I thought. For I knew what Akemi wanted. Something that I never did.
"A kiss."
The thought shot through my head with all the other ones. It stood out more. A last firework flared and I felt him turn to me. His head moved towards mine. "Stop!" I yelled. He didn't...
I jumped up. "Don't touch me." I said, my voice rising. Akemi stood up as well. "Sayuri-chan...I thought you liked me just as much as I liked you." His hand clamped onto my shoulder in a iron-grip. I jerked back. "I don't Akemi." I mumbled now. His eyes flared in anger. "Then you must face the punishment for fooling me, Sayuri-chan." He held his arms around me, trailing my back. I pushed back, out of his grip, turned around and ran.
I would never let him hurt me. My heart belonged to Ren. But what if my feet didn't carry my quick enough? I felt my kimono tear up as I moved my legs. There was no one there to come save me, to find me.
So I ran faster.
Hi! I was just cleaning out my stories folder and saw this. It was a assignment for Socials class as it was 9/11 and we were studying the Arab World. Enjoy
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I arrived at work late on September 11, 2001. I worked as a freelance writer for several newspapers and was meeting for an interview. My husband worked at the World Trade Center, or the Twin Towers, and was always boasting to his friends about it. "Your building doesn't have 110 stories does it?" He would burst. I laughed along with the rest of his friends. We'd just married two years back and were proud that we have overcome our first year. We were thinking of a family.
I got to the meeting at about 7:50 am. I quickly sat down at my seat, brought out the recorder, pad of paper and pencil, and began. We started. About forty minutes later a shriek pierced though walls of the room. I leapt from my seat and into the nearby lobby, where the direction of the yell come from. One of my co-workers was staring in awe at the television screen. I left out a scream when I saw the headline.
One of the twin towers had collapsed.
"Is he in there? What can I do? Why did it collapse? What's happening!" I yelled inside my head. I barely made it to the seat beside me, my hand cupped over my mouth. "This just in: One of the Twin Towers has collapsed. I repeat: A Twin Tower has collapsed!" A news reporter exclaimed. We sat there watching the screen. I was in complete and utter shock. It seemed almost over until fifteen minutes were up.
A plane, clear as day, headed straight into the other tower. I let out a sob at the sight of it falling. I couldn't bare to watch anymore. He was in there, there was no way he wasn't, and he probably hadn't survived. My husband was most likely dead.
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It took approximately 2 hours for both the towers to fall on 9/11. Four planes were hijacked by terrorists. 2 of the planes flew into the Twin Towers. One plane hit the Pentagon. The fourth plane was directed to The Whitehouse but was overthrown but the passengers on board and flew into a farm. United 93 was the name of the plane. All planes were told to land or, if foreign, to go back. Most planes landed in Nova Scotia.
7 days of silence followed after the 9/11 attack, were 23 people survived and 2,976 were killed. No planes flew for 7 days strait. The stock market flew downwards.
The first plane hit the first tower at 8:46 am. The second plane it the second tower at 9:03 am, just fifteen minutes later. The Pentagon was hit by the third plane at 9:37 am. The fourth plane crashed into a field at 10:03 am. May we never forget what happened on this fateful day.
This is a neat little feature I'll be doing. I've been listening to classical and am trying to build a story around each song I listen to. Here is the song for this story, titled The Hall of the Mountain King. Enjoy and tell me what yout think!
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Writing to Classical
The Hall of the Mountain King
I had heard of it before, the dark castle that loomed over my small village. Rumours said that the great Mountain King lived in it and protected our village and the others near us. The Elders said never to go in it, we were told that someone had once and nearly destroyed the whole village doing so. But it always was in the corner of my eye, in the back of my mind. The great castle was like a magnet. And at midnight and sneaked out to see it.
I stepped up to its huge doors. "If there is a Mountain King, he's sleeping." I thought. I opened them with a mighty pull and was greeted with a huge hall. It seemed stretched on for miles. I walked inside, my palms sweating, and I felt nervous. What if I was caught by someone from the village? Or worse...the Mountain King. But I still walked forward.
Huge doors were lined side by side on the sides of the hall. It was extravagant in its own way, giant pillars supporting the roof. Almost like a cathedral. My footsteps echoed and I went onto tip-toes. Giant chandeliers hung on the the ceiling. "So amazing." I gasped. But then the door shut closed and I stopped. Footsteps could be heard behind me and I started to walk a little faster down the great hall. The footsteps went faster as well.
I started into a small jog. "The end...where's the end!?" I thought. There was no door at the end of the hall. I made a sharp turn and headed to a large door. I heaved at the handle but the door didn't open. The footsteps were so close...
I ran to the front entrance. I sprinted with everything I had, but the footsteps were right with me. "He must be right behind me!" I thought. I almost slammed into the door and grabbed at the handle. I felt a hand grab my shoulder. It clenched on tightly but I threw open the door and jerked out of its reach. And slammed it shut and back to the village.
I never told anyone I'd went in, but I was sure the footsteps that were after me were that of the Mountain King. Who knows what would have happened if I had not escaped...
Chapter 9
Ren and I met up again for the last day of the festivals. We looked at the shops we had missed the night before and participated in a few more games. “This has been the best festival in a long time.” I smiled, looking to him. I lost track and accidently ran into someone. “I’m sorry!” I blurted. “It’s fine, just what where your going okay Sayuri-san?” I heard a familiar voice say. Akemi stood above me, a hand extended. I took it and brushed off my kimono. “Thanks Akemi.” I said.
“Has he seen Ren? Where is Ren?” I peeked behind me. Ren was gone. “Are you by yourself Sayuri-san?” Akemi asked. “Um…I was. I’m not sure where he went though.” I answered. Akemi’s face glowed like a light. “If you’d like to, do you mind joining me?” He said. I blanked. “How do I say no? He’ll probably ask who I’m going with if I refuse. Ren, where are you!?” I thought. “I’m not sure. I suppose I could walk with you for a little while until I find him.” I said cautiously. “Great!” Akemi smiled.
Something sparked in my mind. My mother had asked if I was going with Akemi last night with my kimono…and she said he’d talked to them. “What had you said? I’ll have to ask them later.” I pushed it out of my mind and turned my attention to Akemi. “Have you played the shooting game?” He asked. I had, with Ren. “Yeah I have.” I trailed off. “Oh.” He replied mutely. “But I haven’t tried this one! Let’s go.” I turned to the nearest booth.
A few hours passed. I noticed Ren had been following us here and there. I walked with several prizes in my hands, looking down to get my footing right. Of course I tripped. I felt sure hands grab onto me. I was sure it had to be Akemi, he’d been right beside. I was pulled up, only to see Ren’s familiar eyes. I blanked again.
“Ah! Thank you.” I mumbled. Akemi was staring daggers. He probably knew of the rivalry. He brushed between me and Ren. “Let’s go Sayuri-san.” Akemi took my hand and led me away. I turned to see Ren, a hard expression on his face. “I’m sorry!” I mouthed. I don’t think he saw it.
I messed up with the rules and am going to fix them>.< Here is the first one.
For Meaning challenge from Halfway Vamp. The emotion is love (if you haven't guessed)
I love you, how can I possibly not?
