The TruthThe Truth, The Whole Truth And Nothing But The TruthThe Truth by ~fukaimoriMidori
Number of words: 1667
Summary: Sequel to Nightmare. This is the story of a schizophrenic writer who has started talking to her characters like they were real.
Author's note: I realise the title isn't the most appropriate; I'll be happy to hear any suggestions you may have. And I'm not quite sure if this really belongs in FF, seeing as the "he" could be anyone. Reviews are welcome.
Disclaimer: i do not own Chase Young but Eva is my OC. (Please read Nightmare http://fukaimoriMidori.deviantart.com/art/Nightmare-II-115256727 if you get confused.)
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MarionetteSummary: Talking to a little marionette. How's it supposed to feel?Marionette by ~fukaimoriMidori
Number of words: 89
Author's comment: This was inspired by "Wide Sargasso Sea" written by Jean Rhys. It's a short novel written in the point of view of the "mad" Mrs Rochester in Charlotte Bronte's "Jane Eyre". (READ IT, it's good.) I was also thinking about a writer and his creations again; some people say that their characters control or dictate how the story goes from the page (especially in character driven stories). So let's say the character has a life of its own. Then doesn't he/she feel resentful that he's always being controlled by the writer?
Are you laughing? I'm not.Three cheers to my darling museAre you laughing? I'm not. by ~fukaimoriMidori
For inspiring as many poems in a week
But wait a minute, why am I thanking you?
Let's have a look, shall we?
Last Friday I got snickers and stares
From a bunch of your fellow schoolmates
There was some pointing and plenty of glares
Whatever have you said?
So other than the cold shoulder
What else have you given moi?
Oh, I don't know, just possibly
The pain of being ignored?
Then of course, there's adolescent frustration
It's playing havoc with my skin
And let's not forget the void your absence brings
Constant hunger makes it impossible to stay thin
I can't take much more of this
Not saying the
0bsessionIt starts with the whisper of silence0bsession by ~fukaimoriMidori
The shadow of dreams that linger in light
It morphs into a being of substance
One that watches you the darkest nights
Its caress at first the gentlest of blushes
A comforting warmth that spreads throughout
It brings the peace of a warm smile
The soft touch that erases your every doubt
But oh, how quickly it changes
From something so pure and sweet
To an evil greed that knows no end
A craving you cannot possibly feed
It preys on your hopes and poisons your speech
Its fetid breath stinks of decay and mould
A demon that controls your every thought
Once grown, it'll never leave you alone