tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-59641652656831058052011-05-14T02:06:44.910-07:00A creative writing exercise...to remember what writing is again.Tianoreply@blogger.comBlogger391100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-8424342714559252942008-01-08T20:16:00.000-08:002008-01-08T20:28:32.893-08:00

The Goddess is Tall, Blond and Beautiful.The Goddess is Short, Brunette and Beautiful.The Goddess is Average in every way and yet she is still Beautiful.The Goddess has a first name, it's S-H-A-E-N.The Goddess is ageless, timeless, and a truer God than that of the Jews and the Christians and the Muslims.She is a demon, out to destroy this world.She is the Devil, evil in her Beauty.She eats

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-7762872476265328352008-01-07T18:45:00.000-08:002008-01-07T18:56:34.578-08:00

The shelter was probably significantly worse than what they could do for themselves, but the thing was, Time and Ritophe were not supposed to be noticeable. A young couple in a well-to-do house would arouse suspicion, and neither could afford that outcome of that. While death was no longer a certainty or even a question for the pair, there were things much worse than death that one could

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-85542837711882481002008-01-06T18:37:00.000-08:002008-01-06T19:48:12.453-08:00

Soft, natural light fills the stage, lighting a couple sitting in an average looking, if very messy living room. One door is visible...needs to be slamable. Elijah is playing video games while sitting on the floor. Savannah is perched on the couch, irate from the beginning. Evidently, an argument has already begun, as a mess of trash has amounted around where Elijah is seated, still attempting to

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-14130747727008247302008-01-05T21:21:00.000-08:002008-01-05T21:46:07.316-08:00

There was a frown lacing Shaen's lip at the close of the Council meeting, despite the mirth of the members that had already abandoned their seats. She remained seated, feeling that something was a bit off. Really, she had no evidence to justify the sensation, but justification rarely mattered when it came to her feelings. Intuition was everything to her, and her stricken expression caught the eye

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-54120914986847029062008-01-04T11:59:00.000-08:002008-01-04T12:10:32.059-08:00

Rien did not need to support Tina. Even with the enormous amount of blood loss the woman had endured, she walked as if nothing had happened. There had been no battle royal in the streets of the City, and there certainly had not been a fall of over twenty stories. It was one of the characteristics of their shared situation. The costume she donned had been discarded...it was amazing how much a

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-81459047247730115782008-01-03T21:04:00.000-08:002008-01-03T21:06:06.512-08:00

There will be death for him, eventually,Perhaps she took her own life, but he certainly handed her the noose.If he's too much coward to end his own,Than I will.

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-60629789609157199592008-01-02T23:31:00.000-08:002008-01-03T21:03:39.749-08:00

There were others who had been watching the battle between the madwomen, not knowing what to make of it. A few videotaped the event absently, not really paying attention. Ever since the one madwoman had started to the streets, this sort of thing had become common. The videos probably wouldn't even get the most hits anyway, so they wouldn't be paid the finder's fee by the news station anyway.It

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-68306480557068540142008-01-01T20:56:00.000-08:002008-01-01T21:09:50.808-08:00

Happy New Year all. It's short, but I'm back. ^-^The shields that protected Shaen were rarely created from her own reserves anymore. That's why she had the Misshapen, to watch her, to protect the vehicle for her spirit. Still, reflex was a difficult thing to kill, even when the body one inhabited wasn't strictly connected to the instinct that had been with it from the beginning. So as the lady's

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-28880562839963214302007-12-28T21:23:00.000-08:002007-12-28T21:43:06.453-08:00

Regular updates should resume soon, but until then, more Rien!Immortality. For most of human history, it had been the primary goal that had driven many men and women to their doom. It was right next to endless wealth and everlasting youth on the "Please God Grant ME" list. Though pursuit of it changed as time continued, becoming more about finding ways to preserve the body for longer, or in some

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-84197876674339880772007-12-25T19:52:00.000-08:002007-12-25T19:56:40.578-08:00

Rien's winter season may have been disrupted, but he still wishes for a wonderful winter for you and yours.

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-90007932521765007452007-12-24T18:22:00.000-08:002007-12-24T18:40:52.776-08:00

It was the warmth that had driven him from the thoughts of religion and reality, the lack of chill alarming him to the presence of the other long before she would've made a sound. Eyes focusing finally on the stylish black leather boots within his perception, Rien found himself making a series of certainly false predictions as his gaze traveled up the female form before him. The premonitions, for

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-15527958543596729392007-12-23T17:56:00.000-08:002007-12-24T18:22:49.234-08:00

A little background on someone that's only been mentioned in passing thus far...Rien Thomas Ofphilly possessed the sort of last name that came from the Great Disaster that had shoved all of the people from the Great Cities together. His grandparents had foregone their proper surname in favor of one that told the world proudly where they were from. There were many like this and thus, common last

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-18974957384404118062007-12-22T23:02:00.000-08:002007-12-22T23:15:57.988-08:00

For a single moment, it looked like Time was actually going to be able to convince the insanity to subside.Of course, in Time's perception, a single moment was a tremendous thing, something worth exploiting, something that held more information than just the status as it was at that moment. It was in that moment that she realized her downfall was going to be far more painful than the merciful

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-50437470636428382382007-12-21T20:43:00.000-08:002007-12-21T21:01:16.466-08:00

Time moves swiftly when she is dead. It creeps when she lives sometimes, and it has crept on for months now. It is divided incredibly unevenly between three physical arenas: the lair, which occupies her least of all now, the Council Room, and the Arena, where the Misshapen have gathered and train and learn from her. The Arena is a former military base that Shaen had claimed before the City had

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-62759773211967081872007-12-21T18:50:00.001-08:002007-12-21T18:51:55.380-08:00

Sorry all, I'm sort of wonky right now as far as time to spend writing. I expect normal daily updates to resume with school(January Third). This is not to say I won't be updating in the meantime, just that it will likely be at the most random of times and not necessarily "daily". Sorry again...I didn't expect to be pulling this out of my hat, but the irregularity of my schedule right now is

Tianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-42976185112816044892007-12-19T20:32:00.000-08:002007-12-19T20:51:09.672-08:00

So I didn't mention that Chapter 1 concluded with 1.7...because I didn't realize it until just now. Silly me. But since chapter one is concluded(despite the numbering, it was over ten segments long, believe it or not. ^~) I'm going to side-story tonight since I almost forgot to write again and haven't wrapped my head around Chapter 2. So why all the idle chat? I just thought you might like to

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-68236574020276823222007-12-18T19:51:00.000-08:002007-12-18T20:17:53.473-08:00

Across the City, across the world, there was a shiver that originated at the spot where Shaen stood. Every being felt it, progressively moving further from the source until every single creature that still roamed the mangled Earth had felt it. It was a very limited number of those creatures that knew that the shiver contained a message, and even more limited was the number still willing to

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-21793843364386605752007-12-17T18:07:00.000-08:002007-12-17T18:29:18.933-08:00

It wasn't just the agitation with Chael's selective reveals that had driven Shaen past the moment of receptivity. The Misshapen had not protected his thoughts as well as he had thought, presuming that her failure of shields meant total failure of control. It was good to know that she had not lost her sense for people. Chael had a tendency to get rather arrogant in her absences...but that thought

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-47604493024234912182007-12-16T22:15:00.000-08:002007-12-16T22:35:17.923-08:00

Though there are more memories that may have conveyed the next few months more quickly, the emotions are too much for me. Sharing them with my Mistress so intimately is almost unbearable while her shielding is still so child-like. All emotions are born open to me, and I can not bare another moment like that. Though I feel blessed that I am the one she Chose as her most trusted, the creature

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-7145117155646177542007-12-16T18:22:00.001-08:002007-12-16T18:26:35.527-08:00

Chael, as I managed to draw him. There was more to the picture, but I cropped it in frustration of dislike. Just really wanted to draw his plumage...at some point, the significance of the arrangement of his upper four earrings will be explained. Check back later for the thrilling conclusion to 1.5. Unless I wrap that post up and realize I'm not done, in which case, you're merely tuning in for...

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-79502090940309708832007-12-15T18:45:00.000-08:002007-12-15T19:17:36.672-08:00

Again, as the emotions faded, I sifted through the memories, finding the next one that was important enough to the way of things that my Mistress would need them. Though all of the memories in the folder had been deemed important at the time, I am disappointed by what I find. Most of it is nonsensical, rubbish, trite...why have I stored this? My Mistress does not need to know of my struggles.

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-34054100412212355752007-12-15T06:21:00.000-08:002007-12-15T06:26:55.507-08:00

Actually, this is just a quick poll. I've gotten a few comments about the story so far which I really appreciate and I wanted to mention that I'll probably be moving the update time a bit earlier in the day. Posting right before I go to bed is becoming something that is too easy to forget, so I'm going to go ahead and post whenever I can in the day. Hopefully that time will regulate itself, but

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-74436568184019159702007-12-15T06:02:00.000-08:002007-12-15T19:47:26.984-08:00

My apologies for another late post. Finals + the holiday season, silly excuses. Unfortunate circumstances. Blah Blah. Without further adieu.The peace fell from my Mistress' face as the scene unraveled."Look at this foul Misshapen! Acting as if its Mistress," the way he acidly spat the word out as a mockery of our bond was causing my blood to boil again, though I kept a lock on my emotions to

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-60944930143039165972007-12-13T21:36:00.000-08:002007-12-13T21:55:39.468-08:00

Suddenly, I wince, realizing that I have, yet again failed my Mistress. Had I not told her before I checked when she last remembered that I would simply immerse her in my memories? I had, and she seems to be remembering that now, agitation on her features. I didn't grind my teeth, this time. Taking her hand in my two small gloved hands, I look away from her. "My apologies. Here they are." The

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-27943747565218465332007-12-13T14:53:00.000-08:002007-12-13T15:06:27.282-08:00

If you think you know what you're getting into with her, you're so incredibly wrong.She's not dumb, you know. She can see through you. You already know that, look at those eyes, girl, damn. They know. She knows. She already knows, but still, she's standing there like she wants you to do something about it.You're not going to do anything about it though, are you? That's fine. Just make that

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-48785018365988822742007-12-12T21:39:00.000-08:002007-12-17T18:41:50.054-08:00

I look up at my Mistress with wonderment, hardly believing my luck that she has returned now. It has been a rather absurd time since she left once more. Not that her return will bring an end to the absurdity, and not that I wish a semblance of life that is less absurd. That is not, as my Mistress's cycles remind me so often, real life. That is a less-than life, a life which sleeping through seems

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-37322494080306909742007-12-12T10:25:00.000-08:002007-12-17T18:39:36.707-08:00

Sorry that this is late...and short. But I'll be making up for it this evening, you can count on that!Time failed to act for a while as she absorbed her surroundings. The rhythmic breath of Chael punctuated each long draw over her lair. It had been many things in its time, rarely serving the purpose of a proper apartment. Sleep was a luxury, and Shaen would rather her luxuries be in the form of

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-52054265494281837822007-12-10T20:15:00.000-08:002007-12-17T18:37:28.288-08:00

At long last, the fashion-defying loafers impacted with the concrete sidewalk. It was a good thing the Company had no interest in her when she was alive. It really wouldn't have been a problem to catch the woman who now panted at the bottom of the stairs in a rather uncomfortable way, thin fingers perched atop her knees. Yet this stop was less needed than the first had been, and she recovered

Tianoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-63591515726388960232007-12-09T17:51:00.001-08:002007-12-09T20:07:43.366-08:00

Even with steam filling my lungs as I shower, I just can't seem to get warm anymore. Not since...wincing against the hot bullets, I turn the temperature up to try and get some heat past my skin. It doesn't work of course, but it gives the illusion of color to my skin for a moment, beating it red. Not red hot, but oh well. The ritual is completed, and I turn the water off without any real thought.

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-52490342816403314272007-12-09T17:31:00.000-08:002007-12-17T18:34:19.910-08:00

Sliding down the stairs would've been more dramatic, but Shaen hadn't had control of herself again to grab a binder or something equivalently flat-like to span the steps. So she ran down them two at a time, each downward leap sending a shock through her atrophied muscles. How long had it been this time that she had been so damn ordinary anyway? Sitting at her desk like a statue, oblivious to the

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-50324930261032659222007-12-08T22:05:00.000-08:002007-12-09T15:24:12.792-08:00

The lithe executive never actually decided to move. That was something all of her body and none of her mind. So she moved, discarding the tools of the position she was similarly abandoning. The window that she had stared out of so many times was blurred, and the world beyond it was only two colors...the black silhouettes of the buildings that housed millions of other dying people and the primal

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-35475604909331059062007-12-07T21:11:00.000-08:002007-12-07T21:32:54.867-08:00

The warmth was utterly unprecedented, really. It started at the bone, which didn't make a lick of sense anyway. Speaking of licking, that's what the flames of warmth seemed to do from there, licking outwards from the bones, tasting of the veins without shame. The flesh followed, the dramatics of the sensation entirely internalized. The warmth was not so hot as to burn at all, let alone feel like

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-44884222762419544592007-12-06T23:32:00.000-08:002007-12-06T23:34:25.093-08:00

Just a little side note to answer a question I suppose will be asked eventually.Why the hell is word count posted at the end of each post?Because I want to know how much I've written. Really, that's all. I've rarely been aware of word count, and likely, by the end of this month, I won't bother. But right now, it amuses me, and I feel it will be beneficial to me to be aware of how many words I've

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-67559518725881501852007-12-06T22:23:00.000-08:002007-12-06T23:32:25.451-08:00

Shaen was getting awfully tired of this format. It was so much more restrictive than the last one had been, and it wasn't giving her room to do what the other one had. It was getting maddening, actually. If it hadn't been her own knuckles she was pounding on, she might have actually pounded rather than just pondering over the ridiculousness of the format.Maybe it was time to break from the format

Tianoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-8544207858204958682007-12-05T18:18:00.001-08:002007-12-09T18:21:20.343-08:00

Theodore Nott was not particularly amused by the goings-on in his classroom, and that was made clear on his greasy yellowed face, bushy black rectangles of hair narrowing downward as he rose from his desk, his height exaggerated ridiculously by his stick limbs. Mud-spattered limes bore upon the class with something akin to the most vile disgust. One by one the students turned to face their

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-45054804970166859392007-12-04T21:55:00.001-08:002007-12-06T23:32:11.160-08:00

Shaen was tired.WC: 3

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-68340976072708767672007-12-03T20:33:00.000-08:002007-12-09T20:02:41.443-08:00

Shaen was thinking that maybe typing on her knuckles wasn't actually anymore "ergonomic" than typing on a real keyboard had been.But then again, it had never really been a choice. As soon as the Company had heard about the Keyknuckles design, everyone had been fitted with the delicate wrist guards with their light sensors. She no longer wrote the numbers and letters on each section with ball

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-73172554931122177282007-12-02T20:38:00.001-08:002007-12-06T23:31:46.440-08:00

Shaen was wondering, for what might have been the millionth time, what she was doing here.No, she decided, moments later, that that wasn't what she had actually been wondering at all.Rather, it'd been why she was here.Wait, was that any different, really? Shaen thought maybe it wasn't, but maybe it was.Maybe this was why she was here, actually. Because she couldn't determine between what she was

Tianoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5964165265683105805.post-82289389057606406672007-12-02T20:10:00.000-08:002007-12-06T23:25:28.053-08:00

IS:Fiction.Therefore, it is entirely based in real life. Any semblance to real people or places is probably unintentional, yet completely lacking in coincidence. If you think something is about you...you could be right. If it's definitely about you and you're uncomfortable with it, let me know and I will make it private.Random.Any typos and oddities are therefore mostly unintentional unless

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