《Diary of an Insomniac》Night 14
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It's 4:44 am and I am in an unfamiliar bed. It's been ages since I've seen blood relatives. They have asked me to visit them many times. Many times I have given excuses. Oh sorry, I have work to do. I can't, I have a mountain of homework to sort through. Today I betrayed myself and accepted their hospitality. I made the difficult trip to their abode in my rather old car. I went to work and called it a day at midday. I managed to arrive by 5 pm. After a few knocks and a ding they opened the front door. They welcomed me in as a long lost family member. I imagine to them I was separated from them for far too long. They fed me good home cooked food consisting of pasta and chicken smothered in white mushroom sauce. The dancing flavors sent me back to my childhood so long ago. We talked superficially about life and its progress. They asked me what I did for school and how work was going. I avoided my possible mental instability and chatted about whatever seemed safe at the time. I asked them about the extended family and of any changes amount the younglings. Feels awkward to say that but it's accurate enough I suppose. There have been a few additions and sadly a couple accidents. No one I really knew or spoke to but still morbid stories. A man was hit by a train. He was not in a car that stalled on the tracks. He was killed by a train. He was not tied up and left a damsel in distress. His death was a result of a collision with the train. He was not intoxicated nor otherwise impaired. Somehow he was hit by a train. They didn't mention it but I could only reason the incident to be a suicide. The man was old. Much older than any other in his life. His wife had died 20 years ago. His children had also gone into that sweet sleep. With no fellow travelers of life by his side it makes sense to me. Doesn't mean it's neither sad nor depressing. Double negative there. A good amount of time spent talking passed and now we are here. I mean I am here. I wrapped in countless blankets and sheets so tightly I can seldom move. Alone, in this large bed surrounded by pillows filled with too much stuffing.
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She is my purpose. The very essence of existence. There is no other so involved in my life and there's no need for another. Her body is all that I need. Her mind is all that I desire. With her by my side my life is complete. What is food as it may distract me from her words? What is drink if it be an empty glass filled with falsehood without her? Our enemies are envious for we are one. They desire our death for our separation will result in it. I can no longer live without her and she without me. Unfortunately they have cornered us and there is now only one path we may both take. A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life.
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A King in the Clouds
Tanlar. A cruel, repulsive, and foul word. It meant untitled, officially, but it also meant ungifted, unable, unworthy, unnecessary, unhuman. It was more a curse than a term, a badge only the damned and condemned wore. To be a tanlar was to know your life, your entire being, was insignificant. Once Kaizer had resigned himself to such a fate, but those times had passed. He may have been untitled, but he was anything but untalented. He refused to scrape by at the bottom of society. Those who stood above him could sneer all they liked, but he wouldn’t suffer being stepped on for long. He’d be better, much better. But of course he would be. ‘Fate’ demanded it so. [Participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge] What To Expect: The story of a boy becoming a man becoming a king + everything that entails. Largely gamelit, but later arcs could be called litrpg. Also schemes. A lot of schemes. I do love some good ol' fantasy politics and intrigue. Minimum Word Count a Week: TBA after Writathon Release Time(s): Daily for as long as I can/until the end of the Writathon. I also write The Deathseeker [Returning Dec 5th]
8 82James Bland: Madskull
James Bond, 007, is dead. Killed by the sniper who has tormented him throughout his career, the brave man's murder has her majesty's secret service in a frenzy trying to figure out what to do. Meet James Bland, agent 008, is now in line to replace him, but he's more than a bit odd. He's an amnesiac with a passion for the mundane, who spends his mornings ironing and who finds great happiness in watching paint dry. With his entire world about to be thrown in to utter chaos, can James Bland take on the burden of stopping the shadowy organization who killed his superior, the charismatic James Bond? Note: Some names were made on fantasynamegenerator.com, so go check that site out! This is a fanfic I wrote a few years ago, back in 2017.
8 155New Resident of 5th Apartment
Gone to another world with bang and returned to earth with another BANG! She decided to continue her ordinary life with little of help of her power. But seems like even back here there is are still work for someone like her.
8 204Phenomena the Basic Witch and the Unwritten Kingdom
After her previous adventures in Nightdream Academy, young witch-in-training, Phenomena Willow’s first semester has quieted down, but things are ready to heat up again on the eve of a chilly winter solstice. When gifts arrive for her and her friends, Mena’s eyes are drawn to one from her Auntie Grizabella, who had previously gone missing after a skirmish with the nefarious Anguish the Blood Siren. The gift is revealed to be an ancient book, unable to be opened by mortals. A voice cries from inside, calling from the depths of an “Unwritten Kingdom.” It tells Mena that a ghost writer has taken control of their book kingdom, throwing off the balance of the mortal world in the process. Mena and her friends are left stumped, but intent on solving the mystery that lies between the worlds. As their new semester begins, however, a new teacher is introduced into the fold—Ms. Loreena Cumberson. Stern, strict and a busybody who teaches Magic Home Economics with an iron fist, Cumberson is flabbergasted by the flamboyant antics of Gemini the headmaster and aims to combat him and the whole school with a league of concerned magical moms. Join Mena and her friends as they attempt to outwit Cumberson and unlock the secret world of the Unwritten Kingdom.
8 235The Marezen Knight's Revenge
Agathor had been known by many names in his life.Agathor the Gallant. The Slayer of 10,000 Demons. One of the Seven Heroes. The Greatest Knight of all the Realms of Man. The Saviour of Oros.But what use is a nice epithet when you've been betrayed, tortured and murdered in a labyrinth underneath the very city you swore to protect?Shit all.It is strength that matters. Strength and cunning.Follow Agathor, now reborn as a pitiful demon in another world, as he regathers his strength and plans his return (and revenge).--Image credit: http://www.kekaiart.com/guild-wars-2.html
8 185The Meaning of Life
It all started with that voice. One day, a slightly psychopathic teenager named Krey heard a voice in his dream. A goddess's request, a new world, the legacies of the Divine realms, the never-ending storms in the world of Salratia. With the carefree thought of "I shall live as I please~!", Krey sets out to begin his 'otaku' dream. But it is not smooth sailing. Troublesome divine entities, mortal politics and the relationship with his new companions. How could he, a former assassin and former odd-jobs part-time high school student worker (not to mention an otaku), a perfect example of a loner (though he himself doesn't seem to realize it) be able to handle this problem? "Ei! Whatever, there's still a few more centuries! I'll go travel the world in peace!" [Author here. This is my first time writing a story in RRL. Criticism is very welcome as long as it is educational and has some tips and bits of advice for me. I am still learning]
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