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miki got his cards read.... me: the first card just kills me....
(thanks to 'hime-sama and her l337 tarot card skillz!!) card one: current situation
card two: disadvantages
card three: advantages
card four: immediate challenge
card five: a question for the future
card six: something you have to accept
card seven: a task to apply yourself to
card eight: a new point of view
card nine: the final outcome
whee! < Sunday, March 3, 2002 > < 10:26 p.m. > whee, weird ficlet.... /Wish./ Wish? /Wish./ My wish? /Tell./ I don't know... /Tell./ I want revenge. /Lie./ It isn't a lie... /Lie./ I don't know what my wish is. /Lie./ Stop saying that! /Tell./ I don't want to. /Tell./ No, it's no one's business but my own. /Mine./ Absolutely not. /Mine./ I don't want you to know. /Tell./ Stop it! Just leave me alone! /Give./ Give? /Give./ You'll... give me my wish. /Tell./ How can you know what it is? How can you give it to me? /Give./ I don't trust you. /Tell./ I want him. (it's subaru and /fuuma/ in case you didn't know. ^^) whee! < Wednesday, February 27, 2002 > < 06:33 p.m. > i write things that frighten me... (I just found this. I wish I knew where it was going...) Silence. Retreat and oblivion. Escape. A boy in his twenties in a wiry, stunted frame, looking as if he had been denied his adult body, slumps against unyielding grey tiles as scalding water pours down. His dead brown eyes fall closed, exhausted and stinging with tears that will never fall. He has cried here so many times before, his muscles recognize the small ceramic and glass asylum, but his mind fails to connect. A body without a mind – slow to function without guidance. He rarely acknowledges anything now. He knows no reason to venture out, to feel; since nothing but more pain lies in wait for him. Better to keep separate. Better to forget what being valued felt like. Sleep and consciousness bring the same burdens, one imagined and one actual, but more surreal than a nightmare. Death would put a stop to both, if he could only muster the strength to bring it about. A creaking from beyond his sanctuary opens the lifeless eyes that gaze without seeing. whee! < Thursday, February 14, 2002 > < 09:37 p.m. > i'm a wellspring of creativity tonight (A scene from the monk story) Master, please rest. The boy signed, suddenly appearing very small. Helpless, as he had been the first time they had met. So many years had gone by; beautiful, wonderful years of companionship. The old man smiled, touching the pale face, smoothing away the worry wrinkles marring the smooth forehead. "You do not know how long I wished to hear you call me 'Father,' child." The boy's narrow, honey-colored eyes widened in surprise. The old man laughed weakly, the sound rumbling in his chest. "I wanted you to be more than simply a servant boy, and you were. "You have made me happier than I could have ever dreamed, child, and yet I have never been able to melt your heart." A wistful smile. "I was never able to hear you call me 'Father,'and it is certain that I shall not ever." The boy's thin flingers raised to protest, only to be silenced by the old man's hand covering them. "Do not dwell on it, child." He said gently, favoring the boy with a warm smile. The same smile he had offered for so many years, the smile which always received a nod in return, yet nothing more. "Your path is a different one than mine." He took his hand away from the boy's hands, extending gnarled fingers to stroke his cheek lightly. "You must be his guide, Jin Ku. And his friend." I have no friends. The boy's response was immediate, conditioned to push people away. He needed no one but Master, or so he had always maintained. The old man continued to smile. "You have one now." The first hairline cracks in the carefully constructed mask began to show. A flash of panic, carefully concealed, yet the facade remained unable to take back what had slipped through completely. I know not how to do this, Master. The boy knew so many things; he could communicate in a language all his own,one that only the old man understood. He had a difficult road ahead of him indeed. "He will teach you, child." The old man said. "And you must listen to him. Listen and learn." A light touch on the shoulder, and the old man stepped back. "Now, child, I must sleep." A wistful expression danced on his face. "I must sleep, and when I wake, you will not be here. You will never come back here again." Master, I will. The boy's determination was firm. I will always return to you. "Not this time, my son." whee! < Wednesday, February 13, 2002 > < 08:16 p.m. > Addition to previous entry: I think if I do anything with that idea, it'll be a series of vignettes about various clones and their masters (as such). Maybe a longer story at the end, kind of like what Bradbury likes to do with his short story collections. Some character names: Christien (male), Aramis (male), Lillian (female); all the class fours will be named for a) the olympian gods or b) the chinese zodiac animals. Also, in this society (which is very male-dominated), it is automatic execution for any clone attempting to impersonate a human being. Any human caught assissting a clone in this is subject to exile. (wow, how happy is this place? O.o) I'm starting to pick up on my influences for this idea:
whee! < Wednesday, February 13, 2002 > < 07:54 p.m. > I GOT A NEW IDEA!! (like I need another one) A society technologically advanced enough to have clones, and morally bereft enough to make them property instead of humn beings... All clones are pale skinned, because it makes it hard to hide their serial numbers. The numbers are tattooed on the skin beneath their left eye, and their class number is tattooed on their upper right arm. There are four classes of clones, described as follows:
The plot, I would think, would center around the third and fourth-class clones, along with the humans who use/own/work on them. I'm getting images from Sharon Shinn's Heart of Gold stuck in my head now, so I kind of picture a futuristic city (also similar to the city in Generator Gawl, if anyone's seen it) full of wealthy people who have time to waste as they please because it's built on the backs of human robots. I don't know what I'll do with this idea, but I wanted to get it written down before I forget it. ^_^ whee! < Tuesday, February 12, 2002 > < 10:46 a.m. > kamui felt like talking, so i gave him the floor... [this is partially a response to lins' fuuma piece] I want to grant your Wish, whatever it is. We are equal in power, why wouldn't I be able to? I have a hard time believing your Wish is what you say it is, maybe because my own Wish, or what I think it might be, is so selfish. I don't want to live without you. I never wanted to be in a world that didn't have you or Kotori, and now you're all I have left. If one of us has to die, I want to do it not because of any overwhelming desire for you to be happy or safe, though I do want both for you. I want to die first because I don't want to be without you for a minute, because even that would be too long. But you probably know that. You know so much about my thoughts and feelings, that you probably know more about me than I do. I know so little about who you are now. I haven't had the chance to find out because I spent so much time being scared of you...I still am, a little. But I refuse to run away this time. You've promised to stay with me; the least I can do is promise the same. whee! < Friday, December 14, 2001 > < 09:49 a.m. > Jin Ku and Mirai have differing opinions of each other... I wrote this on the bus. First part is Jin Ku talking, second part is Mirai. --- That strange man is still following us. It's been three days, and he has stopped when we have, eaten when we have, but I believe he has slept not at all. Yet he does not seem to be suffering from fatigue. I wonder if he is human. He certainly seems otherworldly, with his jangling staff and oddly colored travelling robes. Scarlet and saffron do not facilitate camoflage. I would see what he wants from us, but Master has prohibited it. Perhaps Master has had another vision. I wonder if this stranger will bring misfortune upon us. --- I thought the old man and the kid knew where they were -going-!! I didn't expect to wander aimlessly around a moor for three godsforsaken days. And I -need- sleep. I haven't slept this whole time because I'm afraid they'll run off without me and I'll be out in the middle of nowhere -alone.- I'm pretty sure the kid would do it; I don't know about the old man. Strange pair though, the kid is definitely not a native here. He looks closer to being a neighbor of my land, he has features that are very similar to mine. I can't get a handle on the old man, though. No matter how hard I try to get a good look at him, he turns away. It's almost like he knows when I'm looking. whee! < Friday, December 14, 2001 > < 09:42 a.m. > |