Aiding and Abetting a Ghoul (Age 14/15) by nightofcydonia, literature
Literature
Aiding and Abetting a Ghoul (Age 14/15)
Early one Saturday morning when Ando was fourteen, the CCG came to his apartment building. By sheer chance he happened to be up unusually early that morning, having woken from a bad dream and failed to get back to sleep, and was sat on the balcony getting some (relatively) fresh air when they arrived. A fraction of a second after he realised who they were, he realised who they might be there for. He’d carried his suspicions about his best friend Hiroshi around for years but had never acted on them or even spoken on them for fear of ruining their relationship. Now, with the CCG on the doorstep, he had to make a choice. As it turned out,
Letting Someone In (Age 12/13) by nightofcydonia, literature
Literature
Letting Someone In (Age 12/13)
Ando was twelve and he was starting to develop suspicions about his best friend.
This was largely the fault of his mother’s latest boyfriend. To be fair, Morita Daiki was probably one of the better guys she’d dated, even if he was a bit of a free loader who seemed to think that he could somehow win points in the relationship by trying to be Ando’s friend, but the guy had a serious obsession with all things gory and apparently thought that watching horror movies and only marginally less gristly documentaries on ghouls with his girlfriend’s pre-teen son was the perfect bonding activity. Some of the stuff mentioned in th
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 2) by nightofcydonia, literature
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Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 2)
The fourth time they met was on the street outside the convenience store. It was raining and Hiroshi had been sent to buy coffee again. Mission accomplished he headed back home, umbrella in one hand and two bags containing canned coffee and a couple other cheap food items that had been bought for the sake of appearance and would inevitably end up in the bin in the other. He hadn’t got very far however when he saw a familiar, if slightly sodden figure trudging along ahead of him, a school bag on their back. Quickening his pace to catch up, a discreet sniff confirmed that yes, it was in fact Ando, so he matched his pace and adjusted the p
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 1) by nightofcydonia, literature
Literature
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 1)
The first time they met, it was because someone else was using the lift. Hiroshi had returned from a trip to the nearest convenience store to buy coffee to see half a dozen people crowding into the not especially large lift. Deciding that that was too many people to share a lift with, he opted to take the stairs instead. He’d only just started to walk up them when he noticed a noise that sounded like something repeatedly hitting the wall. Wondering what it was, he continued his ascent. He’d reached one of the half-landings when the noise abruptly stopped and a ball dropped down from somewhere above. Bending down to pick it up, he
"Have I been many places? Hmm, I think that 'many' might be an understatement. I've been thousands of places, so many that I've lost count and all of them different. I've probably seen more in the last few days then you ever will."
"Yeah, right. It'd take more then a week to get anywhere interesting."
The stranger's mouth curled into a wry grin.
"That depends on your means of transportation. I can go a lot further and faster then you can. For instance, last night I was in a town that was probably on the other side of the world, where the people spoke a different language, garlands hung from windows and hawkers sold cakes in the streets."
Cleveland had to admit, he hadn't had the best start in life, although it was better then some. As far as he knew, he'd been found by someone the day they'd left the mines; a half-starved, sickly scrap of life shivering in the January cold. Whoever had found him had taken him to the refugee centre in Stewart's Park, where he spent a few days before being moved to an orphanage where he lived for several years.
It had taken quite a while for anyone realised what he was. Most people didn't know about his kind so they'd assumed that he was human, named him William Turner after a landowner who'd done a lot of good way back when, and wondered why
August 2010
Rheged was scared. He wasn't just being a baby; he had a very good reason for being scared. The Scottish New State was gearing up his military to do something, and that something might be invading someone, and Rheged shared a boarder with him, and the Scottish New State could be really scary.
Consequently Rheged was feeling rather invadable and was doing the only thing that seemed sensible under the circumstances; hiding under the bed and hoping that the Scottish New State wouldn't be able to find him.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been hiding for but it was long enough for him to have worked himself into so much of a state that
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 2) by nightofcydonia, literature
Literature
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 2)
The fourth time they met was on the street outside the convenience store. It was raining and Hiroshi had been sent to buy coffee again. Mission accomplished he headed back home, umbrella in one hand and two bags containing canned coffee and a couple other cheap food items that had been bought for the sake of appearance and would inevitably end up in the bin in the other. He hadn’t got very far however when he saw a familiar, if slightly sodden figure trudging along ahead of him, a school bag on their back. Quickening his pace to catch up, a discreet sniff confirmed that yes, it was in fact Ando, so he matched his pace and adjusted the p
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 1) by nightofcydonia, literature
Literature
Letting Someone In (Age 11/12, Part 1)
The first time they met, it was because someone else was using the lift. Hiroshi had returned from a trip to the nearest convenience store to buy coffee to see half a dozen people crowding into the not especially large lift. Deciding that that was too many people to share a lift with, he opted to take the stairs instead. He’d only just started to walk up them when he noticed a noise that sounded like something repeatedly hitting the wall. Wondering what it was, he continued his ascent. He’d reached one of the half-landings when the noise abruptly stopped and a ball dropped down from somewhere above. Bending down to pick it up, he
"Have I been many places? Hmm, I think that 'many' might be an understatement. I've been thousands of places, so many that I've lost count and all of them different. I've probably seen more in the last few days then you ever will."
"Yeah, right. It'd take more then a week to get anywhere interesting."
The stranger's mouth curled into a wry grin.
"That depends on your means of transportation. I can go a lot further and faster then you can. For instance, last night I was in a town that was probably on the other side of the world, where the people spoke a different language, garlands hung from windows and hawkers sold cakes in the streets."
Cleveland had to admit, he hadn't had the best start in life, although it was better then some. As far as he knew, he'd been found by someone the day they'd left the mines; a half-starved, sickly scrap of life shivering in the January cold. Whoever had found him had taken him to the refugee centre in Stewart's Park, where he spent a few days before being moved to an orphanage where he lived for several years.
It had taken quite a while for anyone realised what he was. Most people didn't know about his kind so they'd assumed that he was human, named him William Turner after a landowner who'd done a lot of good way back when, and wondered why
August 2010
Rheged was scared. He wasn't just being a baby; he had a very good reason for being scared. The Scottish New State was gearing up his military to do something, and that something might be invading someone, and Rheged shared a boarder with him, and the Scottish New State could be really scary.
Consequently Rheged was feeling rather invadable and was doing the only thing that seemed sensible under the circumstances; hiding under the bed and hoping that the Scottish New State wouldn't be able to find him.
He wasn't sure how long he'd been hiding for but it was long enough for him to have worked himself into so much of a state that
England was dying. No one said it, he just knew. Truth be told, he'd been dying for a good while now, over two decades in fact. Maybe that was why it didn't scare him; he'd had time to come to terms with it. Or maybe it was simply that he was so very tired. He'd been sick since that day in 1983, vast burns seared into his flesh, his heart aflame. That had passed the burns (London, Manchester, Newcastle, Bristol, York, Leeds, and over a dozen others) scaring over. The sickness and hunger that followed had passed as well, although that had taken longer. But in the end, when it was all over and his people had clawed their way back from the brink
Sleeping has recently come with a reoccuring problem. Said problem is explained quite well by this comic;
http://imgs.xkcd.com/comics/students.png
I've had at least half a dozen variations of that dream in the past month alone. It's getting to the point where I have to spend a couple of minutes reminding myself that it's a dream after I wake up.
Okay, so, I've been reading a fair bit of Lovecraft recently, and after spending several stories insulting the characters' intelligence, I've decided to put together a few rules for surviving the mythos with your sanity more or less intact. I did try to aim for at least ten but for the moment I've run out of ideas.
Rule One: Do not summon that which you cannot put down.
Rule Two: Know thy enemy. There's no such thing as 'things man was not meant to know' and the tomes of eldritch law are just books that happen to contain information that's dangerous in the wrong hands but useful in the right ones. If you know what's out there and what can
Went to a brand new convention, namely Nemacon in Middlesbrough, the weekend before last (yes, I know that I'm a bit late writing about it). Given that it was new, it went suprisingly well with only a couple of delays. Didn't buy much stuff but that's not unusual since I'm a well known tight-wad. I did buy a comic/manga (what do you call it when it's in the style of the latter but 100% English?) which was signed by the artists though. Regarding the delays, they weren't that much of a problem, mainly because the organizers were pretty good at improvising (the wallaby story will live forever in my memory). Took a load of photos of cosplayers an
Er, to be honest it's sort of stalled. There's only so much room in my imagination and the publishable stuff gets priority over fanfic. Will get back to it ASAP though.
I suppose. I'm afraid that a since it took so long for my profile to be added to the list my enthusiasm has lagged a fair bit but it still sounds fun. Why, you offering? ~Weaver