Tsubasachro here doing a short little personal update!
I was just looking back on MyO for those of you who even know what that is…
and I haven't done one of this little things since I was truly active on MyO 3 years ago!!! O.o
Whats up with that?
So for anyone who cares, here are some random things about me that you probably don't know.
1. My favorite fruit is grapefruit. I have a special knife for cutting it and a special spoon for eating it too.
2. I've taken two years of Japanese. (and have a minor in Japanese history and culture) 日本語はおもしろい！
3. I am currently teaching myself Adobe Premeire
4. I make amvs quite often. Particularly Vassalord mmvs and other random fun stuff!
5.Reading makes me happy and I read very often! (including American comic books, and novels was well as manga.)
Anyways now that that's done, what about you? Anything interesting you've done that not many people know about?
I’ve been super busy this last semester so I haven’t posted as much as I usually do!
And it doesn’t help I’ve been having wallpaper maker block… and writers block… just everything block… >.>
At any rate, other than that life’s been going great! One of my short stories won 3rd place in UC Berkeley’s Sudden Fiction Contest! And as such I have now been published! Woot! Finally writing crazy weird stories is proved to be at least likeably crazy! d^o^b The only sad thing is I can’t post that story here… but on the off chance you see a Berkeley Fiction Review (the one with a creepy broken doll face) lying around… look me up! Its called Doorway Monster and its only two pages so you can read it in store nice and quickly!
In addition to that, while it didn’t win, I did have an amv of mine play at a big con! It was exciting to see it on the big screen playing to hundreds! Next year I am going to go for the win! XD
Also, I am going to stay busy for a good chunk of the summer, as I’ll be taking a cinematography workshop for two weeks, (I get to use a RED cam!) and also trying to get some sort of job.
But don’t let this make you fear! I shall still be posting wallpapers as much as I can… I just need to shake this dang creative block…
Seriously, got a suggestion or request? I’ll take it!
Ok little pre note before I write the story, (or copy paste from Word as it were)
This is for phantomgirl21's Sideways chalenge! Woot!
Thanks to the urging on the part of Beloved Blood here I am! ^-^
That said I hope I didn't miss any rules... >.> If I did... at least the challenge was good imagination fodder!
Um yeeesss anything else..?
um an OC... loosely (very loosely) off of a time I awoke crying from a dream
Ok that's it!
I wake up and I wonder why I suddenly awoke. It was a sound. But what sound..? I hear someone crying and it feels distant like a shadow of another world. Slowly I become more conscious and sit up in my bed. The moon creates a beam of light across my ceiling and suddenly I am completely awake. Tears are streaming down my face.
Huh? Why am I crying? I reach a hand towards my face and feel that its wet. All I know is that I am filled with an incredible feeling of loss. I double over my body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. I hug my arms as tight around myself as I’m able and I try to remember. What was it? It was something important. What did she say to me? She? Wait the memory is slipping in and out of my hands. It was definitely something that happened in my dream.
Shock. My Friend was there. She was telling me something. It was important. I shut my eyes tight and try to focus and try to call back what happened and the words she said to me. What was it?
I find my mind drifting back to how she was when I knew her, her smiling face and how she always looked sad when she thought nobody was looking. And instantly I feel regret. I’ve been forgetting about her, about Amanda. Slowly but surely the years have dulled the features of my friend.
My memories are empty whispers, just a blank face with a smile, just gaping eye sockets with purple eye shadow, just a disembodied hand reaching towards a ball. Weather worn and tattered. I don’t really have many memories of her at all. How well did I really know her that all that remains in my mind are vague ghosts? How could I have ever cared about her if my mind can remember crying over losing her more than talking to her? Why can I only remember hearing about her death rather than Amanda’s voice?
How selfish can I be?
Years. How many years has it been. I haven’t even thought about you lately or maybe even not at all. You’ve been shoved right out of my head and it’s my fault. Now you’re even dying in my memory. It’s losing you all over again and it hurts. Maybe if I could remember what you said… maybe… maybe you’d be alive in my mind once more. Amanda, what did you look like?
What did you say? Your voice, what was it like? I remember you were quiet… Or is that just my imagination creating an illusion? Even my dream of you was just a dream. Yet still I struggle in the dark and I try and I try… I won’t let you suffer death again.
Ah! I remember something. Its fuzzy but it is something. We were playing a game and I missed a shot. You looked me in the eye and we laughed. I remember. The sound was like small falling bells. It was the first time I ever really saw you smile and the first time I heard you laugh. And now I cry.
I cry because you laughed and I cry because even as I hold onto that moment I can feel it leaving. It’s my ball of light and it’s being eaten by the dark. I am not ready. I don’t want to let go and I don’t want to forget you. I need to remember what you told me! I need to know and even through my tears and desperation I know that eventually water slips between the cracks of fingers. No matter how tight I may grasp.
I lay back down in my bed and I hear a car pass by. A bar of artificial light crosses the ceiling breaking up the moonbeam. Just like that the spell is broken. I close my tired eyes to try to sleep and try to dream. Tears continue to slip between lids because I know I’ll never dream of you again.
What did you say?
You’re gone, just a forgotten dream. I fall asleep looking a sliver moonbeam. I awake and I have the unusual sensation that I just heard a tingling bell fall to the floor, and we’re watching sideways. Huh, we? Hmm must just be my imagination. I begin to prepare for the day.
First off I want to congradulate everybody...
WE TOTALLY DID IT ALL 5000!!!!
High fives all around!
Now that thats out of the way I've been suuuper busy...
First off I've been sick... no fun. And in addition to that relatives have been staying over since before Chrismas... But today I was going to post something! but it never happened because I started coloring and I couldn't stop... I wasn't going to color I was going to use a scan but I love coloring too much to resist! Its my love...
A little preview there... its less than half way done so it'll be a day at least before its finished... maybe more.
Also I hope that everybody has a happy new year!!! And many a fun celebration!
I for one shall be watching the Scifi (I REFUSE to spell it the other way) channels Twilight Zone matathon tomorrow!
I can't wait to see all my fav episodes agian! Like the creepy doll and the druck driving epis!
What is everybody else doing?
Wow! Over 5,000 views on this world!
I can hardly believe it! And despite the fact people rarely comment someone must be reading this! XD hahahaha good times…
Anyways, as a thanks and a celebration I decided to write a short story for the occasion I thought about just posting something recent that I haven’t shared yet but I wanted a happy/funny story not one about squashing an ant, the wonders of the bus or that crazy weird dream I had and my burnt toast story still isn’t done… so I am going to write whatever crazy idea comes to me.
Anyways after writing my random weird story I’ve decided to call it “Crazed Dinner.” It would be greatly appreciated if you’d comment. I write and my world views go up but nobody ever comments… How am I supposed to improve my writing without input? So PLEASE! Please comment…
Thank you for your viewership!
“Hello Spuddly!” I call out as I enter my apartment.
That's what I’ve named my last potato. Its all I have left, well that and Rosy the Last of the Roast Turkey. It’s still three days until payday. I gotta treat Spuddly and Rosy like old friends so they don’t go bad before I eat them. It is always difficult breaking the news that you’re going to eat them to friends. There’s always an awkward silence as you pull out the plate and prep the microwave or oven.
I pause in the middle of the kitchen. My stomach growls. I sigh, there’s nothing for it I’ve got to eat Rosy. Rosy will provide me with some much needed protein and stick thicker and longer in my stomach. To be honest I also enjoy Spuddly’s company more… his warm earthy brown sitting on the counter corner makes my whole apartment seem homely, whereas Rosy hides in the frig, all covered in spices, and to be honest a bit stuck up.
Spuddly of course, will go soon as well, but he gets a pass today, my mouth is already salivating with the idea of Rosy of the Roast Turkey. I go to pull out a knife then stop midway, think and place a napkin over Spuddly. He doesn’t need to see this. I turn back to the knives and select my weapon. I raise it in front of me and it’s blade glistens under the florescent lights. I walk towards the frig and mentally brace myself for the attack.
Quick and painless. I’ll make it quick and painless. I reach towards the handle, the lights filling the kitchen with a sickly artificial brightness. I lick my lips as I grab the handle and I slowly curl my fingers round then tighten my grip until my knuckles turn white. Primed and ready with the knife pointing to the door crack, I take a deep breath. I open the frig, “Here we go!” I think.
I toss open the frig and the door snaps open with a bang! Knife in hand I dash towards the plastic wrapped turkey breast imbued by me with a name and a life.
If Rosy had a face it would be filled with such fear and betrayal that I may never eat again… but this is no time for mercy. Quick! I raise the knife. Painless! I stab. My aim is true and the knife lands in the center straight through the plastic. The strike makes tearing, crinkling, thud and I can hear the tip of the blade scrapping the plastic plate through the turkey breast once called Rosy. “Good bye Rosy.” I whisper and pull the knife out.
Soon the microwave is humming and turning round. The tantalizing smell of meat fills the air. Before I know I hear the beep beeping and I am preparing a fork and knife. I pull my dinner out and smile. It looks so good! Blocking the plate I turn to the napkin covered bump on my counter.
I pull the napkin off and one handedly fold it back to its original position. I smile down at the potato and stroke its rough skin with my finger. “Tomorrow.” I say with a smile and walk away to the living room to watch TV and eat. As I reach the doorway I turn around and smile at Spuddly.
“Tomorrow you’re mine.”