Chihiro Ch3The mornings never ceased to disappoint her, it was raining yet again. She wondered why her father's work could have taken place in some place sunny like Florida or California. There were beaches there, and she had never gone to a beach. Georgia's weather seemed to be indecisive. One moment it was raining, then there's sun. Sometimes it would snow, and sometimes it would rain in the winter. Chihiro took this time to at least help her mother finish up with cleaning the house. This time they were tackling the dusty bookshelf in the corner of the living room. Perhaps the old grandfather clock would tick again. Chihiro was sent to the kitchen to see if there was a spare clock key in the drawers. All she found were broken or bend utensils, rusty wrenches, and a few garden tools. She finally found a drawer stored with keys. There were so many of them, she wondered if she should start a key collection. She tried to find the clock key. All she knew was that it didn't have teeth like regular ca
Chihiro Ch2Chapter 2
She went shopping with her mother for new uniforms for school at a small store nearby. Out of all the places to live, it had to be a small town in the midst of forests and hills. Why couldn't it have been the colorful neighborhoods with fresh green grass lawns, children playing with their dogs, parents cooking barbeque over the grill, and neighbors in Hawaiian shirts bidding good mornings? Chihiro cringed as her mother checked for the right size and match. "Yuck, slimy nori green. I wonder if it smells of fish and seawater?" The uniforms were a bleak, dark grean, almost as green as dried seawead strips that her mother bought at markets in Tokyo. Then Chihiro saw a spash of color amongst the sea of seaweed. Gloves! Multi-color, polka-dotted gloves! She always did feel chills all over her hands and fingers ever since they had stepped foot in the town. Unfortunately her mother sharply denied the very speck of comfort she had felt after 1 hellish week of mediocrity. I hope I'm
Chihiro Ch1+++This is just an insane idea I had this morning. Dunno how. Anyway, nothing huge, which means no extensive planning and scripting, cuz this is practically a "Spirited Away" and "Coraline" crossover. So the script is practically set, just some tweaking. Don't expect huge stuff from me though. Can't guarantee if I'll even finish. This was done for kicks.
Chihiro Ogino hated Georgia. She hated the United States. She hated her new home. Perhaps it's merely the symptoms of homesickness and abrupt change in a child's life. Chihiro was 10 years old, and she was certain that her life would suck. They had officially loaded the last boxes from moving since this week. The first moment she and her parents started approaching their new house on the winding hill, Chihiro wished for one of the killer tornados to blow it to smitherines. Chihiro had always wanted to see America, but she found herself eating her words with disgust. The weather didn't help either, it was quite cloudy and it h