《Macabre Mim》Chapter 21.Duex: Prequel of Facts Most Pertinent
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I feel like I should preface this with some little bit of background. What I am about to see, what I am about to describe and my reaction to it - well, I don't feel like you would understand, dear reader, if I did not first take the time to explain some of my history.
I started this journal where the action began. As it seemed like that would be the most interesting place to begin. But, as with any story, the beginning was not the beginning, and the end shall not be the end. Events were unfolding long before the first word was written and shall continue to unfold long after I have dropped the pen. (Metaphorically, of course, I'm not actually using a pen to write this. What do you think I am, a savage?) There is a reason that, in this story's beginning, I said of fantasy, "However bad it is, it's better than reality." And there is a reason why, even after everything that has happened yet, after everything still yet to be written, I will stand by this statement. For reality is not only a place of suffering, but it also is a place of helplessness. 'Tons of people have it worse than me.' This statement is the truth, and this has been my watchword. My mantra. My life. For as far back as I can remember. Oh holidays, when I locked myself in my bedroom and hid under the bed, I whispered this to myself, "There are people out there who are starving. There are people out there being tortured. There are people out there living in dog cages." And it was true. And even as hunger forced me out, as I was driven from the safety of my bed, I focused on that idea. Despite the staring, despite the laughing, despite the jeers. And, even as I was being pushed or punched, I repeated to myself, "I have food. I'm warm. I'm surrounded by family." As I grew up I kept to this thought. I clung to it, perhaps, too tightly. And it got me through the endless procession of days. In junior high when I made my first friend, I said to myself "Some people are friendless and alone." And, when my Friend was not with me, as my classmates cleverly found ways to sneak in punches and spit in my eyes, I reminded myself, "At least I'm not really alone. At least this won't happen when He is with me." And when Junior High turned into high school, when I accepted the fact that my best friend didn't like me in that way but pitied me, I tried to be grateful that he was my friend. I introduced him to other girls and I tried to make him happy. Because other people had it worse. Because, if not for him, I would have have had it worse too. As high school passed, I grew to be rather pretty. And I used that to hurt the boys, who had so carefully snuck in punches when the teachers weren't looking. I used this to tear apart the girls, who had lead competitions of who could cast the most lugies in my eyes. The entire time I told myself, "This isn't bad, other people have it so much worse than them. I have had it so much worse than them." I went on to college. I went on to make friends with the artists and the philosophers. They accepted me, I think, because of my beauty. But they didn't really see me as one of them. And I found myself, still, using every spare moment between classes to hide under my bed. There, I read; there, I played video games; there, I slept and daydreamed - and I was so very, very grateful for food and warmth and, above all else, that I was safe. But college cannot last forever. People called me a 'golden child'. People told me that I was lucky, because my Daddy and Mommy paid for me to get an education. But what people didn't know where the things I was doing, the things that I was allowing to be done to me, in exchange for that right. And I still pray that people will never find out. Woe is me, right? Aww, the poor white girl thinks she had a rough life. Poor, little, stupid thing. Ya, maybe. Whatever. But, dear reader, what you need to know, what you need to take away from this is the following: I was in hell. I had seen and felt some horrible things. But the thing that would hurt the most was not to be my capture. It was not the rape. It was not, even, the feeling of my hands and feet being severed from my body. What would hurt the worst, then and always, was the betrayal of a friend. A friend who, when all is said and done, had once made me feel safe.
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Tim the Engineer
Summoned against his will to a world of swords and magic, an engineering student struggles to find a way home under the shadow of a world devouring threat. ***************************** Updates: 5/13/19: Revisions to several chapters for clarity, grammar, and style. 4/29/19: A short side story and artwork has been added to the blog. 4/8/19: A Side Story has been updated on my new blog (every writer is required to have one). https://talesfromliahar.wordpress.com/ ***************************** “The summoning scenarios are broken down into groups of ten.” Emi Ito stated. “Don’t, don’t you dare say another word.” Muttered Genzo Uchida. His eyes had turned bloodshot and his hands shook with rage. “The first thirty…” “Shut up!” Genzo bellowed “How dare you help these disrespectful gaijin?” Flecks of spit and madness flew from his face, his fist raised ready to strike. But Emi did not flinch, instead she was about ready to continue when Yuma Takeuchi interrupted her. “Uchida, please,” her sweet sounding words could melt ice. “I think we will have a better chance of getting home if we all work together.” When she glanced up with her sleepy looking eyes at Genzo Uchida he deflated visibly. “Were not getting home.” Uchida said coolly. “Group summoning, large, that puts us in the 60 series. No one came to greet us after five minutes of arrival. That leaves scenarios 68 and 69. In scenario 68 there is something that binds the large group together; they are all classmates or a single family. But thanks to the gaijin” he spit out the word “I think we are scenario 69 with no way home.” Ikko Inoue’s eyes went wide, while Katsukno and Hayata started muttering to themselves. Tim took on a serious look and rubbed his scruffy chin. Emi maintained her stoic expression while trying to find something to refute. McKenzie glanced at Randall and giggled. Randall took the prompting of his teammate and followed up by approaching Genzo. “Uh, so we are in a sixty-nine?” “Yes.” Replied Genzo with the seriousness of someone who’s life was about to end. McKenzie covered her mouth and snickered. “You and me, were stuck in a sixty-nine situation?” Randall pushed with a grin. “Yes, we are all stuck in a sixty-nine scenario together!” Genzo retorted in anger. McKenzie fell on her butt laughing. “What the hell is so funny?” Demanded Genzo, whose face had turned red. “It’s a problem with the automatic translation.” Retorted Tim. Randall, who seemed unable to quit started in again “So, about this sixty-ni…” Genzo interrupted Randall with a swift punch to the face. But, because of their height difference it was a bit of an uppercut that left Randall rattled. Tim and Ikko moved to step in between the two, but Genzo showed no further hostility. Instead he just stared at his clenched fist with such intensity it grabbed the attention of the room. “I unlocked a skill.” He said bluntly. ***************************** This is not a light novel, but people who like light novels should enjoy the themes of this book. ***************************** A Map of the Region
8 164Divine Construct
Samuel Welbourne was never meant to live a long and happy life. Since the age of four, Sam has been in and out of the hospital, but now his body is on the brink of giving up. With nothing left to lose, Sam accepts experimental surgery to modify his genes, hoping for one last miracle. However, when he wakes up, Sam is no longer on Earth, no longer in his own body, and no longer in the right state of mind. As his sense of self is slowly twisted and changed by his new body, he must fight to survive in a new world where he is considered nothing but an instrument to powerful magi. [Part 1 has been fully revised as of the 26th of May 2020]
8 135The Arcane Fanatic
"A strange thing Drives us all..." An unknown voice echoes out through seemingly darkness. "The will to live." "But what is it to truly live? It is different for everyone but for me it is magic." "To feel the power at my fingertips and see mysteries unfold. To create and manipulate magic in a way that has never been done before. To be a pioneer of magic... that is what I live for. --- In the world known as Arcane, we follow a young gentleman that goes by the name of Max Blacklock. The strange thing about Maxwell is that the soul that is currently inhabiting his body isn't the original! A stranger with no recollection of his memory or thoughts takes place in a near-dead Max and takes to the world like a fish in water. Mysteries lay in the world of arcane in spades and Max will be the one to find them with his thirst for knowledge. But will Max find the mysteries that lay in his mind, body, and soul? This book is just for fun and to practice my writing skills. My previous book met me with frustration after sitting for hours in a day trying to get words to come out. It became something that just wasn't fun to me anymore. So here I'm going to try and just have fun writing a story I would have loved to read. If you want to read what I write then be my guest. I love to critique and hope that I can get better through writing this story but I don't know if I will be able to keep a stable upload schedule until I get into the flow of things again.
8 83The Exalt
What does it mean to be an Exalt? Oscar, a young village boy, loves to read his books and pass his time in peace. He is content with living this quiet life with his parents. But one day, it is revealed that he has the potential to become something greater, an Exalt. However, his potential is meager and simply ordinary. Who says that a person needs to be a genius? Who says that a person has to be a prodigy? Oscar does not know what lies ahead but he is determined to see his life as an Exalt through to the end. Follow Oscar as he delves into the world of Exalts. Current release schedule is 4 chapters a week - Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday This is a personal project of mine I've been wanting to write. I will follow it through to the end of the story.
8 1736Akshat Aur Guddan Ki Atrangi Kahaaniyaan
It will contain various stories of "Guddan Tumse Na Ho Payega"...
8 165Dragon slayer in dxd (being rewritten)
A young boy with green hair was sent to a different world (fairy tale) and was talking care by a dragon but this was a shock for most because this dragon was the dragon king of the apocalypse but the time come when the boy and his father figure were done the boy got thrown in a new portal by the dragon king the boy look at him then the dragon king said one thing "I want you to show what the future king of dragons can do!!!..good luck...son" with those words the boy went through the portal but he was smiling.
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