Emily LennonEmily Lennon4 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
It was a Saturday night and Emily, was of course, sitting in front of the TV. Her favorite program was on, Saturday Night Live. Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized it was another lonely night, without John. The lads had been on tour. She missed her silly mop topped man. She grabbed a pillow and held it to her chest. It seems as though the usually hilarious show wasn't working at all. Tears started to roll and she wondered how many more nights John was going to be away. The tour was supposed to be over two weeks ago. But you know, weather, fans, things just happen.
The next thing Emily knew was that it was 3:00 in the morning, and she had fallen asleep on the couch. She got up and turned off the TV and headed into her bedroom, crawling into bed. Despite her recent sleepiness, She just couldn't fall asleep. She thought about John calling her Em. He always called her Em. Then she thought of his laugh. She just couldn't sleep. Emily gave up. She crawled out of bed and went into the
Streets of gold chpt.4Streets of gold chpt.44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
The house was empty. Quiet. Dark.
Just how I liked it.
But I trusted Tom on his word, he'd be back. I know he would be. He doesn't seem like the kind of guy to let you into his heart then forget you... He seems different. In a good, kind way. Not the bad, bitchy, douche bag way. If he was like that, I wouldn't even have gotten near him, much less kissed him.
Hell, did I really kiss him? A boy? I've never even kissed a girl! But a boy? My God... I've changed too much just by meeting him.
I sighed deeply and sat down in front of the couch yeah, you heard me. In front of it. I stared down at the floor for the longest time. What was I thinking when I asked him over? What the hell was I even letting run through my damn mind. Ugh... But what if I was right, what I thought of last night? What if he is cheating on someone, with me? Of all people in Germany, Europe, the WORLD. Me? Why me? Am I that special? Am I reall
An Emergence 7: MachinationAn Emergence 7: Machination8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 6 : Parting"
Shirakume is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I use in this story.
Meidouseki: is the stone entrusted to Sessmom by Inupop for Meidouzangetsuha's improvement (and a challenge for Sesshoumaru) Reference: Inuyasha Manga Chapter 467-471 (Meikai arc) I have included this element into my story.
An Emergence 7: "Machination"
It was near daybreak.
The blue torch flames that lit up Shirakume's palace faded as the darkness of the night began to yield to the approaching light.
Two of Kureha's apparitions were moving through the palace, carrying large caskets belonging to their mistress.
They glided through the long outdoor passageway between the wings of the palace, then entered into the dimly lit hallway of the next building.
Suddenly, they both halted.
Sesshoumaru stood in their way. &
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
An Emergence 1An Emergence 18 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Following is a short list of ideas and premise used in this story. Please read it before starting on the story. It will make more sense.
Sesshoumaru and Kureha had studied together since they were children.
Kureha's mother and Inu no Taishou had an alliance against a foreign youkai invasion, and since then their kin kept their alliance.
Kureha was entrusted to Sesshoumaru's mother while she received lessons from sages gathered at Sesshoumaru's mother's palace.
They met every few years, and Kureha stayed about half a year each time.
Kureha's Orochi (Great Serpent) clan and Sesshoumaru's Inu Daiyoukai have different customs and social structure.
Youkai do not have convention of marriage.
In my universe, Inupop was an absent father. He did not live with Sessmom, and he visited Sessmom and Sesshoumaru from time to time, occasionally giving Sesshoumaru lessons when he was around. (as seen in Y
10 moments of silence10 moments of silence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
[Ten moments of silence.]
I fell in love with the full,
fluffy heaps of white on sidewalks,
the icicles that clung
to gutters and railings.
My mountains changed;
They're blue and ridged now.
The summers bleed the pavement
like steaming gray socks.
Shade does not offer solace
from moist, viscous air. In the afternoons,
if luck chances by, the humidity lofts
into thick purple clouds
and rain slaps hot pavement.
I can breathe.
The carrot leaves
fell from gold foliage
like drops of sunset.
I closed my eyes and saw twelve wild turkeys
gaggle cross the yard, a doe freeze,
framed by the window, ineffable
bright-lined spiders in the bathtub.
Is it the hoar-frost winters that bring to mind
poetry? There is no Parnassus in Virginia,
only weed-filled fields and roads
that twine like filaments through mountains.
White-blossom dogwood and poison ivy
have me of two minds; Could I have one
without the other, please?
No, no thank-you. I'll come back
some other time.
An Emergence 10: ConnectionAn Emergence 10: Connection7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 9: Waiting
An Emergence 10: Connection
Hakage sat in front of Sesshoumaru with her back as straight and rigid as one of stone pillars.
"...You...require my assistance?" She did not hide her astonishment.
"You understand what that means." Sesshoumaru watched her intently.
"I cannot let you inside of the Matriarch's chamber. You must stay at the guest's palace this evening." Hakage answered decisively.
She was afraid to anger him, however, it was not something she could allow herself to do. Even if they tried, Kuchinagimaru's presence would surely escalate such attempt into a disastrous situation. She was not confident about escaping the astute Lord of the Orochi's notice, even with Sesshoumaru's effort. Still, she felt sympathetic to his wish.
Streets of gold chpt.5Streets of gold chpt.54 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Streets of Gold
"You're way too young to fall apart...
I was still laying on my bed sobbing, holding my right arm as tight as I could so the bleeding would stop.
My face was stained with tears and the usual black eyeliner I wear was running down as well. I felt horrible. Tattered. Torn. Smashed.
My head pounded as I sat up, still clutching my upper right arm. I looked over at the mirror across my room, seeing the fist-sized bruise that now made up my entire left cheek. I then looked down under my hand, on my arm. The same, deep, long wound was dragged into my skin. Just enough I could faintly see the muscle of my bicep. I hate my life. So fucking much. Why didn't he just get it over with and kill me? No. Instead, he makes me suffer. That stupid lying bitch makes me suffer like... Like... Like a kicked kitten.
Actually, I was kicked. Not a kitten, but I was kicked. My right side actually was pulsing and cringing itself with pain, along my ribcage. How did I not
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 5The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru: Ch. 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
One evening, not too long after she began her journeys as her own mistress, Rin came over a small rise to discover the remains of a small village, its humble homes nothing but burning embers.
"Rin-sama," Jaken said hastily, "This is of no concern to you. There is nothing to be done here. We will find another road. Let us leave this sadness behind us."
Rin did not move an inch; she stood still as a stone, her face slowly growing pale. "It was just like this in my own village... the day my parents were killed." Her left hand sought out the hilt of Bakusaiga, and she grasped it so hard that her knuckles turned white. "Bandits," she said through clenched teeth. "I hate them. I hate them more than anything else."
"Rin." Sesshomaru's voice entered her thoughts; he could sense her anger, and his words came gently. "I hear only the weeping of children, and I smell only blood and death."
Without really looking where she was going, Rin ha
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
Gottah Secret -Literature-Gottah Secret -Literature-4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arina turned slowly, to face the man who she had been walking beside, the man she gave her heart to; the man she loved.
"Got a secret...can you keep it?"
Ash stopped, and turned all the same, to face the much smaller hunter. "Well-"
"Swear this one you'll save. Better lock it, in your pocket..." Arina looked down, her hair covering over her eyes. Ash watched, confused, but listening to the words that were being handed to him.
Arina immediately looked back up, and into his eyes-
"Taking this one to the grave...If I show you, then I know you, wont tell what I said..."
Ash held his breath.
Arina smirked, "Cause two can keep a secret. If one of them is dead." she let one of her hands grab Ash's. Ash flinched, let out a nervous chuckle, nodded his head and they continued on their walk.
"Y-you can tell me..."
Aldous grinned, the smile plastered across his face crookedly. He flicked his eyes around the room, then blinked and looked to Arina, who had her eyes narrowed at him darkly.
Sesshomaru Loves RinRin, Lord Sesshomaru whispered as his crafty golden eyes fondly observed his ward repeatedly stab her short pike into the gentle river current for defenseless fish. Ah-Un, the two-headed dragon steed, tagged alongside her like a loyal watchdog. It was early spring and the cherry blossoms were already carelessly twirling in the cool breeze, their sweet fragrance intoxicating. Secretly, he loved spring above all seasons because it was a time of new beginnings and rebirth.Sesshomaru Loves Rin8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nowadays with the fall of Naraku, the dog demon had developed several secrets and appreciation for the world itself. He claimed he journeyed with his small posse in a search for the few remaining Shikon Jewel shards scattered across Japan, but truthfully he enjoyed just adventuring with his companions, Jaken, Kohaku, and especially Rin. Earlier this morning, before sunrise, Jaken and Kohaku had ventured ahead to forerun Sesshomarus arrival to the Fujioka domain where Inuyasha presided as the daimyo.
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
Sesshomaru's TearsI do not dream nor sleep; I only lay beside her... protection is what I give to her fragile tiny body. The thought of the warmth she brings to my innards disappearing, renders me motionless.Sesshomaru's Tears8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
She sleeps upon my mane, now as I tend to the fire. The cold brisk winds that seem to pass right through me, bring the feelings of loneliness... I put out the fire for the night as it is a warm summer one.
The girl sighs in her sleep as her back bobs up and down in breathe. The imp sleeps against a near by tree, Jintojo resting against his shoulder. The mighty Lord stands watch, he gazes across the open field, and as he makes his way to the girl he stops. The warmth of her scent carried by the breeze reaches him in an instant, softly caressing him. Twisted memories circle his mind as he gazes upon the sleeping child. His arm prickles as the hair begins to stand up. The back of his scalp tingles as he looks down upon on her. He takes in a deep breathe as he lets out a small s
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 6The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 68 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rin's adventures were many, and what few of them are known are told elsewhere. Her name was not spoken often, but when it was spoken, it was with reverence. She did many mighty deeds, but asked nothing for them in return, not even thanks. There was the time that she obliterated an entire youkai army, single-handedly, in just one night. And then there was the time that she saved a large coastal settlement from an onrushing tsunami...
It was a terrible and beautiful sight: A slender woman standing alone on a high promontory over the seacoast, her hair blowing in the wind, a naked sword outstretched in each hand. Bakusaiga, the soul-sword of Sesshomaru, blazing with red and green tongues of supernal fire; Tenseiga, the sword of life, its mystical lighting cleaving the heavens and dancing along its blade; and above her head, a great whirling vortex of human and youkai energy, as her spirit and her guardian's danced and sparked toget
Sesshomaru's Feudal FairytaleSesshomarus Feudal FairytaleSesshomaru's Feudal Fairytale7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Go. To. Sleep.
No, Master Jaken! Tell me a story! Every night one of my parents used to tell me a bedtime story, but now they cant cause they died and now I have no one and you wont even try to
All right! All right! You insufferable pest! Ill tell you a story if itll shut you up!
Ahem, once upon a time
Oh, will there be demons and princesses and samurai and
And do you want to hear this or not?
Yeah, sorry, go.
Ahh once upon a
Why do they always start that way? Stories, I mean. Why do they always start with once upon a time? Whats that mean?
It means it happened a long time ago.
Why? Why does it have to happen a long time ago? Why cant it happen now?
I dont know!
Sesshomaru and RinThe Sesshomaru and Rin RelationshipSesshomaru and Rin7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The InuYasha series is a whirlwind of what ifs. What will happen to Kagome after thirty years in Sengoku Jidai? How does the time configuration of the Bone-Eaters Well work? And if Inuyashas ears feel like three layers of dumpling dough, what does that feel like? But one of the most heated debates has to flare at asking, What is Rin to Sesshomaru? Surrogate daughter or future romance? Both sides will vehemently defend their respective positions, yet the paternal relationship between demon and human is made clear in Sesshomarus actions and evident circumstances throughout the series. To write Sesshomaru and Rin off as another romantic pairing is a shallow dip not delving beyond the surface. To properly assess their characters several factors must be analyzed.
Rin is an innocent girl. Theres a reason Takahashi didnt have a strikingly beautiful woman find Sesshomaru injured
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 2The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 28 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 2: Sesshomaru's Choice
As you can imagine, Sesshomaru didn't have anyone he might call a friend (aside from Rin, who adored him, and Jaken, who worshipped him). Current or former slaves, casual acquaintances, or allies of convenience who had survived their mutual adventures: he treated everyone with equal disdain. Those few who had crossed swords with him and lived to tell about it loathed him beyond measure. One day, there came a gathering of Sesshomaru's old enemies: panther demons who still held a grudge against the Inu no Taisho, Sesshomaru's father, and hated Sesshomaru doubly for having crushed their hopes of resurrecting their own leader; ogres whom Sesshomaru had first enslaved, then tossed aside when he tired of them; and many other vile creatures who had run afoul of Sesshomaru and wanted revenge.
Their gathering began with much boasting and many glasses raised to a glorious victory over their hated enemy, but soon they wer
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 4The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 48 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her Father's Daughter
Just as Sesshomaru had planned, Jaken had survived the battle, both unscathed and unnoticed. By the time he had managed to fight his way out from under the pile of debris and demon corpses, the battle was long over. Jaken knew that Sesshomaru was most often to be found at the head of any swath of destruction, so he slowly picked his way through the wreckage until he found the hillock where Sesshomaru had made his last stand. Indeed, it was very easy to find; in the circle of destruction that lay for miles in every direction, the only living things left in the valley were the grasses and flowers that were so mysteriously untouched on that little rise. Jaken called about for his master, but heard no response. Then, near the top of the hill, he found part of Sesshomaru's kimono, no more than a rag, stuck at the end of a twig and flapping quietly in the breeze.
Jaken was overwhelmed with grief, and, I am sorry to report, w
Guilty Until Proven InnocentGuilty Until Proven Innocent9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My own slice of Salem,
My own practice for law:
How to prove myself innocent.
What others say they saw.
The trial not yet done,
The verdict's handed down.
Condemned, no chance for defense;
Accused by jury's frown.
Envy calls me guilty.
My own innocence is true.
Though baseless, their lies are believed;
My defenders are few.
Yet guilty! they all cry.
They do not let me speak.
I have done nothing to harm them
But profess Myself weak.
But I do not object,
For nothing can be done.
There's no audience to hear me,
Not I, the guilty one.
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange