Nichijou Entry: Fruit of KnowledgeNichijou: The Fruit of Knowledge
by Paschal 'Anima Sword' Dooley
Set in the universe created by Kalistina
I run my fingers along the books on the shelf as my eyes read all of the titles.
Which book shall I read today? I’ve read most of them, but it’s fun to read them again.
My fingers slow down as I stare at one of my favourites, but before I pull it out, I catch another book on the shelf below it.
I read the title and my eyes open wide.
I haven’t read this one! It’s a new book!
I pull it out in a flash before sitting down and staring at all the strange images on the cover before opening the book and reading everything I can on each page.
I love reading more than anything.
No, that’s not quite true.
I love reading about magic.
There are some complicated words on this page, but I’m slowly learning what they all mean, and I can still understand bits of it.
The page is about a spell that allows someone to fly.
That is so cool!
I’d give anyt
Maternal Moon: Chapter OneIt another blazing hot day in the vast desert wastelands that made up the western continent, but if you were one of people who choose to live and work in this dry land, you weren't expecting much else. Rain fell on those lands only two times a month if you were lucky, so the continent was mostly vast deserts broken by small cities with long connecting roads, as such roadside cafes and bars were like a modern day oasis to any long distance traveller and attracted a lot of business as a result.
One such place was a fairly large but still rustic bar named 'The Gold Fountain' located on the costal roads that was able to catch both the travellers speeding from city to city and the company of people who were arriving and leaving from the ports, meaning they needed almost double the parking space of any other roadside cafe to fit all the vehicles that pulled off the road like a herd of metal livestock to a watering hole.
Like so many others that day, a truck pulled off the road and into a par
Maternal Moon: ProlougeThe air felt heavy as the heat intensified, the distant flames and steam slowly raising the temperature higher and higher until even a single breath felt like burden. As the last echoes of a cry of rage and anguish faded away into the night closely followed by a dull thud, only one woman could be seen, her features obscured by the dim lighting of the room, all that was visible were her eyes, pale silver irises that stared at the spreading flames whilst trying to conceal the well of sadness and regret that lay behind them.
She turned to leave the depressing place, when a sound cut through the chaos and destruction like a knife, shaking her to the core and stopping her in tracks. It was a sound that all living beings stopped and addressed, a sound which few could truly ignore, even in a situation like this; it was a baby's cry.
Without a second thought she followed the sound and started to tear apart the debris strewn around the room until she suddenly found it; wrapped in a white cloth
My 'I don't hate' ListAlrightly, let's start from the top...
I love my family.
I love my friends.
I love the few fans I have.
I love my pet cat Rusty.
I love the facial expressions a cat makes.
I love writing.
I love drawing.
I love animating.
I love editing.
I love being able to create my own stories and characters and worlds.
I love seeing people reactions to my work.
I love looking back at my old works and seeing how I've improved.
I even love when people give me advice on how to improve.
I love animation.
I love manga.
I love video games.
In particular, I love JRPGs, platformers, and fighting games.
I love Rock and Metal....
I love the sound of a guitar period.
I love scones with jam (I'm British what do you expect?).
I love corn flakes.
I love pasta.
I love apple juice.
I love chocolate way too much.
I love the hamburgers at Burger King.
I love martial arts.
I love learning how certain martial arts work.
I love reading about the history and philosophy behind martial arts
I love constructing