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
10 moments of silence10 moments of silence9 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.
Gottah Secret -Literature-Gottah Secret -Literature-5 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.
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
An Emergence 5: MomentumAn Emergence 5: Momentum8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 4: "A Premonition"
IMPORTANT NOTE: I decided to make up a name for "Sesshoumaru's mother" to use in this story.
She will be referred to as "Shirakume " from now on.
Having a name makes writing so much easier...."Sesshoumaru's mother" just sounds silly sometimes.
An Emergence 5: Momentum
Sesshoumaru and Inu no Taishou had arrived at the training field.
The ground was still steeped in the shade of the night.
The grass rustled gently in the breeze, and it mimicked the sound of the distant waves.
Inu no Taishou turned to his son.
"Draw, Sesshoumaru. I'll see how you have improved," he said.
Sesshoumaru pensively drew his sword in a slow, graceful motion. His sword glinted dimly in the darkness.
Taishou observed his son's expression. His son was always difficult to read.
"I will not come at you unless y
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 Pretty5 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
An Emergence 10: ConnectionAn Emergence 10: Connection8 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.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. &
An Emergence 6: PartingAn Emergence 6: Parting8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from "An Emergence 5: Momentum"
Shirakume is Sesshoumaru's mother's name that I use in this story.
sakazuki is a shallow bowl used for drinking sake. This word will be used often in this chapter.
An Emergence 6: Parting
Sesshoumaru stood silently while two female servants dressed him in his suite.
They seemed to be new, about his age or slightly younger.
They were both attractive, and seemed too sheltered to be serving their position.
It was evident that they were nervous, and they were not adept at what they were doing.
Their delicate hands were suitable for handling the fine fabric, though they were neither assertive nor efficient. They were having difficulty with fastening his kariginu* properly.
He was irritated by their ineptitude. However, it was pointless to make them even more nervous by showing
An Emergence 13: CollaborationAn Emergence 13: Collaboration7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Previous Chapter 12
An Emergence 13: Collaboration
Sesshoumaru followed Kuchinagimaru to a field in an opening in the forest, not too far from the hall where the celebration was taking place. The hall was built on the highest point of the Yamata island, and its large roof floated above, like an enormous ship riding on the edge of a high wave. From where they stood, they could still hear the faint sound of music and the crowd in the night breeze.
The two had been silent since Sesshoumaru agreed to come with Kuchinagimaru.
"I would give you a 'lesson' or two, if what you wish is a match."
In a testy tone, Sesshoumaru spoke to the back of the Lord of the Orochi. He was well aware that ever since they first met, his attitude had been inappropriate toward this male, the highest authority of the Orochi clan next to the Matriarch. Nevertheless, Se
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.
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world5 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 14: RevelationAn Emergence 14: Revelation6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 13: Collaboration
An Emergence 14: Revelation
Kureha fell silent, and gazed upon Sesshoumaru's countenance half lit by the lamp in front of her.
His pale face appeared like a lacquered noh mask* to her, concealing so much of his emotion behind its restrained, flawless surface. His stern words revealed his impulse to push her away, yet there he was right in front of her, giving dispassionate counsel as she required from him. Whatever feelings he kept to himself, were not for her to know at this time.
She too, sought to maintain the distance from the one she once knew intimately, and play through her role in this private performance as the Orochi Matriarch. Nevertheless, in her heart Kureha recalled the silence she shared with him not long ago, when words were replaced by the touch of lips, and
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
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
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
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
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
Tale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 4The Tale of Rin and SesshomaruTale of Rin+Sesshomaru, Ch. 49 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
An Emergence 9: WaitingAn Emergence 9: Waiting8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Continued from An Emergence 8: Arrangement
Now everyone waits, while they all ponder their move from this point.
An Emergence 9: Waiting
Sesshoumaru and Teiroushin were led to one of the rooms where guests waited before being announced, on the same floor as the meeting hall.
It was an elegant room.
The Orochi, incorporated natural elements into their architecture. This created a feeling of being out in nature, even inside of a room. The constant sound of waterfalls echoed softly throughout their interior spaces. The waiting rooms walls were hung with vines with delicate white blossoms, which covered the surface of the bare rock, and draped over the moss on the floor. The moss emitted a subtle light, and brighter torches secured on the pillars above lit their high ceiling. There was a large folding scree
An Emergence 3An Emergence 38 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This story directly continues from the previous story, "An Emergence 2".
I wanted to adopt the "two swords issue" into my Sesshoumaru centric narrative. I decided to play with the concept that Sesshoumaru's mother was a hidden mastermind who plotted challenges for Sesshoumaru. (particulary around forcing Sesshoumaru to discard Tenseiga.)
I'm using an idea from the Inuyasha movie 3, that Inupop's injury from a battle with Ryukotsusei added to his cause of his death when he went to rescue Izayoi while still being injured from the battle.
Anyway, the story will gradually get to that part as the conversation between Sessmom and Teiroushin continues.
An Emergence 3 : "A Conversation"
Sesshoumaru's mother went to a guest room of the palace to see Teiroushin, and found him in the corpse of a human boy sitting on a stool.
He looked like he was bundled in his oversize