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.)
Christmas carols blared from the shopping centre's speakers. After a month long exposure to the same songs played repeatedly at inhumane volumes, I'm ready to run around the shopping centre with a bat in one hand, smashing every one of the speakers, but destruction of public property is illegal, and of course I would get into a hell lot of trouble. I settled for the not-as-satisfactory a
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?
Doll, puppet, marionette.
One wrapped in strings
Each step controlled, every move
Dictated. Your anger rises,
Waves, formless, undirected.
In your eyes. Who is it
You hate little doll? Your
Creator? The one who forced
You unto this miserable world.
Or do you hate your
Master? The one who manipulates
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 inspirations aren't of use
But seriously, will you just talk to me
This isn't at all cute
So once again, three cheers to you dear
For being my one and only muse
But I'll trade it all for just one thing
An actual conversation with you
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
Current Residence: In front of the computer?|
Favourite genre of music: Rock, punk, I'll listen to almost anything really.
Favourite style of art: Manga (Well, it's the only one I can do...) I;m a traditional artist.
Skin of choice: Something gothic and morbid, or just something pretty.
Favourite cartoon character: Chase Young (From Xiaolin Showdown), Aion (Chrno Crusade) and Zuko (Avatar the Last Airbender)
Personal Quote: If practice makes perfect, and nothing is perfect, why practice?