Shadow in My Dreams, part 2The Shadow in My Dreams
As it turns out, the next time Stan came into my dreams, it was also at the Madril Inn. At that point, Kisling and Marlene had joined Rosalyn, Stan, and me; we had arrived at Madril after staying at my house for a day. That night, I had gone to bed feeling disgusted and upset with, well just about everyone, including myself.
Well, maybe not everyone. I guess it was mostly directed toward Marlene and my family. Let me explain: when we were staying at my house, my whole family basically assumed that Marlene was my girlfriend. I mean, don't get me wrong; Marlene was definitely pretty, but that was pretty much the only redeeming quality about her, at least at first. That Marlene reminded me too much of my sister, and her temperament, for my liking.
But that wasn't why I was angry with Marlene. No, I was mad at her for what she had done earlier that morning. She had noticed the special music box Mom had given me; the one I was su
Shadow in My Dreams, part 1Author's Note: Hmm okay, I can explain. I know I said I wasn't writing anymore fanfiction, but this idea has been swimming around in my head, and I had to share it with all of you. So, I guess I'll revise my previous declaration; as of now, I'm in semi-retirement. I'll still write when I have the occasional idea, but I think I'll limit it to DeviantArt; no more posting on Fanficton.net. So from now on, probably the only thing you should expect from me is the occasional one-shot, couple-chapter stories, and stories featuring my OCs (like Kala and Artist).
In this case, it's a story for my latest obsession: Okage: Shadow King. I just love the interaction between Ari and Stan; plus, I was intrigued by a scene early in the game, where Ari has a nightmare about Stan. The result was this story, told from Ari's POV. Happy reading! -AMX
The Shadow in my Dreams
The first time Stan appeared in one of my dreams, it wasn't a pleasant experience,
The Shrimp and the DemonThe Shrimp and the Demon
"Stay away from Ren Brokovich."
From the very first day of my freshman year, that was what all the older students were saying to the new arrivals.
Ren Brokovich was not too hard to pick out from the large array of students that wandered the halls. You know how every school has that one kid who's the stereotypical hardcore Goth? For my school, it was Ren Brokovich. Short black hair with bright red streaks; pale face; piercing blue eyes; never smiled (as far as I knew at the time); didn't wear a piece of clothing brighter than the color black.
I'll admit, when I first saw Ren, he was a very scary-looking person. But really, his appearance was the only thing that turned me off. Even with all those rumors swirling around about him, that's why I kept my distance: he was scary-looking. If there was one thing I knew, it was that rumors usually weren't true. And even if Ren was scary-looking, I knew it was highly doubtful that he was literally a demon from the Underwor
The BackgroundThe Background
"Ooh..." said Willie. "He look just like your drawing, Kala!"
Willie and I were currently looking at the new, sleeping Klay man (appropriately named Klaymen) we had just created with the Life Seed Willie was able to get from Hoborg's castle. We had put the Seed in the Nursery Hoborg had designed to make new Neverhoodians.
"Shh!" I said. I led Willie away from the Nursery. "Now, if everything goes off without any hitches, Klaymen should be able to overthrow Klogg! Or, at the very least, give us an opening so we can knock him off the throne ourselves..."
Willie frowned. "But, Kala..." he said. "Klogg scary..."
I sighed. "Yeah, yeah..." I said. "I know..." I trailed off.
Willie saw this. "Kala still mad about what Klogg did?" he asked.
This surprised me. "What, that?" I asked. "Well, uh..." Oh, who was I kidding? I couldn't lie, especially to Willie. "Yeah, I guess. I'm not really mad. Just...frustrated, I guess. I know I shouldn't let every little thing bother me. B