I wrote this for something my friends and I did back in the day. We made our own characters to replace the ones in FFX-2. We called ourselves the wingullwings. It was so Mary sue-ish, but so much fun.
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"Are those pyreflies?" Kehesia asked as the three sat down for a moment of rest, legs dangling off the dangerously high cliff. They were surrounded by glowing orbs that danced through the sky in incomprehensible geometric shapes.
"No, those are pokemon and they're called Volbeat," Lone explained, laying back on the grass and watching the dance unfold above her. "They dance to attract mates: Illumise."
"Dancing to attract mates?" Ira raised an eyebrow as she watched the dancing insects.
"Yeah, but then again, it's not all that ridiculous. It's my belief that after I danced the sending, he fell in love with me," Lone sighed, closing her eyes and not daring to open them for fear that tears would fall from them.
"I sense a subject change is in order," Ira commented.
"No, it's okay. I need to learn to move on, but every time I try to, I feel guilty. I just wish I knew if that was him or not in the sphere," Lone sighed and wished she had the sphere of Tidus' blitz ball game with her.
"Oh, this is depressing," Kehesia grumped, "Hey, I know, let's go kick some feind butt! That'll cheer you up especially if you get to use double T threat, right?" Kehesia grinned at Lone, narrowing her eyes slyly.
"I don't think a battle will help much," Ira shook her head with an amused grin playing on her face.
"Actually, it might be worth a shot," Lone smiled, standing up. "Thank you," she said to her friends. She didn't know what she'd do without them.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Monday, May 14, 2007
Paperclip 5/14/2007
I...don't even know.
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paperclip in my pocket
oh how pink you are
how you got pink I'll never know
paperclip in my pocket
I forgot to take you out
you were washed and pink you no longer are
paperclip in my pocket
now you are a faded rose
though you smell like rancid soup
paperclip in my pocket
your smell will not go away
squirt hand-sanitizer on you as I might
paperclip in my pocket
now you smell like dirty hands
and other people are begining to notice
paperclip in my pocket
I must throw you away now
the stink has grown too much
paper clip in my pocket
you stained my pocket red
now I detest you
paper clip in my pocket
enjoy the trash can
the only place that smells worse than you
paperclip no longer in my pocket
I miss you so I replaced you
the new one is blue
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paperclip in my pocket
oh how pink you are
how you got pink I'll never know
paperclip in my pocket
I forgot to take you out
you were washed and pink you no longer are
paperclip in my pocket
now you are a faded rose
though you smell like rancid soup
paperclip in my pocket
your smell will not go away
squirt hand-sanitizer on you as I might
paperclip in my pocket
now you smell like dirty hands
and other people are begining to notice
paperclip in my pocket
I must throw you away now
the stink has grown too much
paper clip in my pocket
you stained my pocket red
now I detest you
paper clip in my pocket
enjoy the trash can
the only place that smells worse than you
paperclip no longer in my pocket
I miss you so I replaced you
the new one is blue
Monday, April 2, 2007
Feinds 4/2/2007
I wrote this back in high school. I don't remember much about it except it was one of my epic ideas that never went anywhere.
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Charles Masmund looked favorably upon the small town that his horse had lead him to. There was only a small grouping of houses as well as a few buildings. He assumed that these were only the ones necessary for survival, such as a hotel for travelers (which each town was required to have), a hospital, a food shop, a general store for everyday needs and to provide toys for the tots, and a field reserved for local traders to set up shop when the occasion was necessary. If his calculations were correct, he should also find a laboratory in this small town, which the villagers were to think was a postal service. This was the perfect front for such a building since the people in town would have no need for a post office. The town’s people probably took the building as a sign that they were destined for becoming one of the larger towns or cities of the world. Their accusation was more than likely correct, but for the wrong reason.
Charles directed his horse to the town and went to the hotel. He had a package to deliver to the laboratory, but he was in no hurry and the sun was setting. He figured that the package could wait until morning when the dew had just dried from the grass. He checked in and then put his horse in the stable beside the hotel. As he had finished tying his horse and making sure that she had an adequate amount of hay, he heard a scream. Charles ran out and observed a woman holding a child close to her.
“No! Don’t take my poor little Sydney from me!” she shouted, throwing a rock at a man in a suit that was holding his hands in front of him placating the enraged woman.
“Mrs. Drift, you know the law. If you can’t provide proper healthcare for your child, then your child will be placed in a family that can care for it until you are able. Now, don’t worry. If you get a nice job, then you will certainly be able to care for your child.” The man was wearing glasses; one of the lenses was cracked because of a rock that he had not managed to dodge being thrown from the woman.
“What job? There are no more jobs in this town. It’s so small and I don’t have the education to work at the hospital and no one works at the post office yet.” The woman picked up another rock and prepared to throw it.
“That’s what you assume,” Charles thought to himself.
“We can find you something Mrs. Drift. Many single mothers are able to support their children and many have more children then you.” The man made to move towards her, however her countenance changed and she fell to the ground, convulsing wildly.
“Back off,” Charles stood in front of the man, “she’s going to become a fiend!”
“I know that, but how do we stop her?” the man watched fearfully as the woman’s figure turned black and she rose up, becoming a hideous creature with a mouth lined with dozens of sharp teeth.
Mrs. Drift, or the fiend of Mrs. Drift, was about to lunge at the two of them, when a woman around Charles age, perhaps younger, ran in front of the fiend. “Mrs. Drift, it’s me, Lucy. Calm down. If you want, I will take care of your child for you that way you can see Sydney everyday and you will have the aid necessary to support him.” Lucy stared into where the eyes would be if Mrs. Drift’s fiend had eyes. The fiend seemed to consider Lucy before it fell to the ground and disappeared, leaving Mrs. Drift where it had been. Lucy went to attend to Mrs. Drift as Charles watched her every move.
“I’ve never seen anything quite like that.” Charles mused.
“That’s Lucy. Every time a fiend sprouts it’s ugly head, she’s been able to turn it back into a human. It’s quite remarkable.” The man told Charles. Charles smiled as he thought of the possibilities that girl could offer him.
~
Charles Masmund looked favorably upon the small town that his horse had lead him to. There was only a small grouping of houses as well as a few buildings. He assumed that these were only the ones necessary for survival, such as a hotel for travelers (which each town was required to have), a hospital, a food shop, a general store for everyday needs and to provide toys for the tots, and a field reserved for local traders to set up shop when the occasion was necessary. If his calculations were correct, he should also find a laboratory in this small town, which the villagers were to think was a postal service. This was the perfect front for such a building since the people in town would have no need for a post office. The town’s people probably took the building as a sign that they were destined for becoming one of the larger towns or cities of the world. Their accusation was more than likely correct, but for the wrong reason.
Charles directed his horse to the town and went to the hotel. He had a package to deliver to the laboratory, but he was in no hurry and the sun was setting. He figured that the package could wait until morning when the dew had just dried from the grass. He checked in and then put his horse in the stable beside the hotel. As he had finished tying his horse and making sure that she had an adequate amount of hay, he heard a scream. Charles ran out and observed a woman holding a child close to her.
“No! Don’t take my poor little Sydney from me!” she shouted, throwing a rock at a man in a suit that was holding his hands in front of him placating the enraged woman.
“Mrs. Drift, you know the law. If you can’t provide proper healthcare for your child, then your child will be placed in a family that can care for it until you are able. Now, don’t worry. If you get a nice job, then you will certainly be able to care for your child.” The man was wearing glasses; one of the lenses was cracked because of a rock that he had not managed to dodge being thrown from the woman.
“What job? There are no more jobs in this town. It’s so small and I don’t have the education to work at the hospital and no one works at the post office yet.” The woman picked up another rock and prepared to throw it.
“That’s what you assume,” Charles thought to himself.
“We can find you something Mrs. Drift. Many single mothers are able to support their children and many have more children then you.” The man made to move towards her, however her countenance changed and she fell to the ground, convulsing wildly.
“Back off,” Charles stood in front of the man, “she’s going to become a fiend!”
“I know that, but how do we stop her?” the man watched fearfully as the woman’s figure turned black and she rose up, becoming a hideous creature with a mouth lined with dozens of sharp teeth.
Mrs. Drift, or the fiend of Mrs. Drift, was about to lunge at the two of them, when a woman around Charles age, perhaps younger, ran in front of the fiend. “Mrs. Drift, it’s me, Lucy. Calm down. If you want, I will take care of your child for you that way you can see Sydney everyday and you will have the aid necessary to support him.” Lucy stared into where the eyes would be if Mrs. Drift’s fiend had eyes. The fiend seemed to consider Lucy before it fell to the ground and disappeared, leaving Mrs. Drift where it had been. Lucy went to attend to Mrs. Drift as Charles watched her every move.
“I’ve never seen anything quite like that.” Charles mused.
“That’s Lucy. Every time a fiend sprouts it’s ugly head, she’s been able to turn it back into a human. It’s quite remarkable.” The man told Charles. Charles smiled as he thought of the possibilities that girl could offer him.
Friday, March 2, 2007
Twilight Temptations 3/2/07
In high school, I had an arguement with a guy in band over whether or not Midna and Link from Twilight Princess could be together, and then came speculation that she was half human because she looks SO different from the other Twili. So this came about. It's old, but at the time I was proud of it. There is some suggestive content, but nothing major at all.
~
The reeds brushed against each other creating a perfect, earthy lullaby as the cattails danced lazily in the setting sun. Dusk had always been my favorite part of the day despite the fact that it filled the other villagers with sorrow. The ending of a day was always a sad time, but the elders also told that it was the only time when our world intersected with the world of shadows; the shadows that had been sent to an eternal prison for deeds to heinous to mention. Like the rest of the Ordonian young adults, I thought it was a simple fairy tale that the elders told us to scare from staying out at night.
It worked and no one dared stray from the village, save me. I found the dusk enrapturing. In my opinion, the best place to appreciate the full view of dusk was at the Faron spirit spring. I lay on my back amidst the reeds and tall grass, listening to the rippling of the water from the spring as the wind caresses it. The breeze tickled and teased my face, causing me to sneeze. I sat up, laughing at the simple pleasures of the land around me that no one else in our village could ever enjoy.
I tried to show my lady friend this beauty and wonder, but she was not able to find the joy that I did. I sighed and stretched my arms; the chill of the approaching night settling on my exposed skin. I stood up to return home when the dancing shadows caught my eye. They seemed to move in a way not possible with the light left in the sky.
I was memorized and rooted to the spot as I watched the shadows dance. They seemed to rise up and dance together, taking form as they did so. When their dance ended, before my eyes was what appeared to be a woman of the shadows. She looked nothing like any woman I had ever seen and I assumed that she was an alien of my dreams. Though normally I would have been frightened by such an apparition, the dusk and serene beauty of the land around me had relaxed me and I found myself strangely attracted to this woman-like being.
I stood and she walked towards me with measured, graceful steps. I found myself walking towards her, stumbling and feeling awkward as I moved, as if my body had suddenly became too big. I reached out and gently touched this woman's arm as we came close together. When I felt the smooth shadow under my finger tips, the hair stood up on my arms as I got goose bumps. She was drawn to me and I to her. As I gazed into those unnatural eyes, all thoughts of my village, my responsibilities, my life, and my lady friend were forgotten.
I had just reached the age of manhood and with this came all sorts of temptations; temptations that were overwhelming me at that moment. I knew I could not deny them.
The darkening sky hid me as I slid my clothing off in a clumsy rush. The cool breeze seemed to blow my mind away and detach myself from the current situation. I wanted, against my better judgment, everything that I knew was coming. When I lay with her, I was as complete bliss and as I committed the adulteress act that we both craved (I could feel her wanting in a way that I could not explain) I felt such a divine pleasure that I called out to the night and what gods were watching this impure act.
When it was over, I opened my eyes and she was gone. The moon was directly overhead and there were no more shadows. "Midnight," I sighed, letting the pleasure finish it's coarse through my body.
I suppose I fell asleep in that grove because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I felt sticky. I got up and jumped into the deep waters right next the spirit's spring and washed myself. I got out and put my clothes back on, then headed back to Ordon.
Years later, this act still lingered on my mind, though now I assumed it to be a dream. Shadow beings can not mix with those of the world of light, so eventually I came to try and forget, though I often dreamed of the events and a little shadow girl. My responsibilities grew and I had less and less time to spend out at dusk or even at the Faron spring. I never saw any shadows like I had that one night and it saddened me.
I married my lady friend and eventually, we had a son and named him Collin after my late father. After this, my wife became pregnant once again. I hope it's a girl because I've always wanted a daughter…
~
The reeds brushed against each other creating a perfect, earthy lullaby as the cattails danced lazily in the setting sun. Dusk had always been my favorite part of the day despite the fact that it filled the other villagers with sorrow. The ending of a day was always a sad time, but the elders also told that it was the only time when our world intersected with the world of shadows; the shadows that had been sent to an eternal prison for deeds to heinous to mention. Like the rest of the Ordonian young adults, I thought it was a simple fairy tale that the elders told us to scare from staying out at night.
It worked and no one dared stray from the village, save me. I found the dusk enrapturing. In my opinion, the best place to appreciate the full view of dusk was at the Faron spirit spring. I lay on my back amidst the reeds and tall grass, listening to the rippling of the water from the spring as the wind caresses it. The breeze tickled and teased my face, causing me to sneeze. I sat up, laughing at the simple pleasures of the land around me that no one else in our village could ever enjoy.
I tried to show my lady friend this beauty and wonder, but she was not able to find the joy that I did. I sighed and stretched my arms; the chill of the approaching night settling on my exposed skin. I stood up to return home when the dancing shadows caught my eye. They seemed to move in a way not possible with the light left in the sky.
I was memorized and rooted to the spot as I watched the shadows dance. They seemed to rise up and dance together, taking form as they did so. When their dance ended, before my eyes was what appeared to be a woman of the shadows. She looked nothing like any woman I had ever seen and I assumed that she was an alien of my dreams. Though normally I would have been frightened by such an apparition, the dusk and serene beauty of the land around me had relaxed me and I found myself strangely attracted to this woman-like being.
I stood and she walked towards me with measured, graceful steps. I found myself walking towards her, stumbling and feeling awkward as I moved, as if my body had suddenly became too big. I reached out and gently touched this woman's arm as we came close together. When I felt the smooth shadow under my finger tips, the hair stood up on my arms as I got goose bumps. She was drawn to me and I to her. As I gazed into those unnatural eyes, all thoughts of my village, my responsibilities, my life, and my lady friend were forgotten.
I had just reached the age of manhood and with this came all sorts of temptations; temptations that were overwhelming me at that moment. I knew I could not deny them.
The darkening sky hid me as I slid my clothing off in a clumsy rush. The cool breeze seemed to blow my mind away and detach myself from the current situation. I wanted, against my better judgment, everything that I knew was coming. When I lay with her, I was as complete bliss and as I committed the adulteress act that we both craved (I could feel her wanting in a way that I could not explain) I felt such a divine pleasure that I called out to the night and what gods were watching this impure act.
When it was over, I opened my eyes and she was gone. The moon was directly overhead and there were no more shadows. "Midnight," I sighed, letting the pleasure finish it's coarse through my body.
I suppose I fell asleep in that grove because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I felt sticky. I got up and jumped into the deep waters right next the spirit's spring and washed myself. I got out and put my clothes back on, then headed back to Ordon.
Years later, this act still lingered on my mind, though now I assumed it to be a dream. Shadow beings can not mix with those of the world of light, so eventually I came to try and forget, though I often dreamed of the events and a little shadow girl. My responsibilities grew and I had less and less time to spend out at dusk or even at the Faron spring. I never saw any shadows like I had that one night and it saddened me.
I married my lady friend and eventually, we had a son and named him Collin after my late father. After this, my wife became pregnant once again. I hope it's a girl because I've always wanted a daughter…
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
Plant Deminsion Drabble 8/30/06
I had a mary sue based on myself that lived in a universe where she was the hero. It was a cool idea, but more something suited for the younger me than the professional I'm trying to be.
~
"Listen," Tuesday shushed the hysterical woman she was trying to talk to. Mrs. Watson ignored her and kept shouting. "Shh," Tuesday turned to the window, which was lightly fogging over because of the fire inside and the snow that was gently falling outside. The climate was too hot for the snow to stick, but that didn't meant that the icey particles didn't try.
"You just wait, I don't need your help for anything!" Mrs. Watson screamed.
"Would you shut up? Good god, you think that you'd be a good listener after you listened to your husband's crap for the past five years. How many nights were you up because he beat you and you blamed yourself?" Tuesday turned to face the woman, shoving her small hands into the pocket on her black fleece jacket. The symbol of the stars was imprinted in the right corner of the shirt, near the shoulder.
"How did you know this?" Mrs. Watson narrowed her eyes at Tuesday.
"Knowledge is a cure all. I asked your neighbors about you so I could do my job more accurately and that was just some of the basic information I found from them. Mrs. Watson, you need to let your memory of him go because holdin on to him isn't doing you one bit of good," Tuesday's eyes fell to the ghostly figure of a man that was perched upon a red arm chair, he looked old and tired, but his eyes held anger, though they were not the eyes of a living person. "You don't understand, do you? Most people I can understand holding onto their memories like this. Children who have lost a mother need some solace to help them get to sleep, an elderly woman who has lost her husband of fifty plus years can't see life without her spouse, but this man abused you! Why do you want him around still?" Tuesday turned back to the window, disgusted.
"You're the one who doesn't understand. I need him. He's the only one who could ever love me." Mrs Watson was on the verge of tears, though angry tears and not ones of sorrow. Tuesday turned to face Mrs. Watson and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say." Tuesday watched as the snow outside began to come down heavier, though only a tiny layer that disappeared when stepped on had formed on the ground. "Anyways, a sI was saying before, listen."
"I don't care about anything else you have to say," Mrs. Watson stood up, her hands balled into fists.
"Not to me, to the snow." Tuesday pointed outside the window.
"To the snow?" Mrs. Watson raised an eyebrow incredulously.
"Yes, if you listen carefully, you can hear it hit the ground."
"How?" Mrs. Watson came over to the window, the ghostly memory of her husband's eyes following her.
"I have to listen for the songs within each of the stars, trust me, I can hear the snow." Tuesday grabbed Mrs. Watson's hand suddenly and pulled her towards the door. "If you went outside, you could hear it even better."
"Gerald never allowed me to go outside. He told me it was too dangerous and that I might be tempted to leave him and there's no one out there for me but him."
"Shut up and go! Gerald isn't around anymore." Mrs. Watson still protested, but she finally allowed Tuesday to pull her outside. Tuesday left the door open as the two stood in the powdery film that was covering the ground. The snow wasn't falling as heavy as before, but it was still coming down. "Listen," Tuesday insisted. Mrs. Watson bent down and she could her the faint, soft sound of snow hitting the ground.
"It sounds like rain, only softer." Mrs. Watson stood up and closed the door.
"It's even more fun to dance in. Then again, anytime I'm not dancing for the stars is fine by me," Tuesday smiled slightly, which was as big as her smiles usually got, and spun around. "It's like it follows you when you spend." Tuesday waved her arm, manipulating the path of the flakes as they drifted down.
Mrs. Watson didn't say anything. She had her arms crossed tightly across her chest and was shivering slightly, however she didn't feel like going inside to retreive her coat. In fact, she didn't want to go inside at all. "So, this is what I've truly been missing."
"It doens't hurt you, nor does it want to date you. Would Gerald still have approved?" Tuesday asked, looking up seriously, though her hands were held out to her sides as she attempted to catch the powdery substance in her outstretched palms.
"No, no he wouldn't have," Mrs. Watson said with determination.
"So, you should go inside, after all, you're going against his wishes." Tuesday dropped her hands to her sides and opened the door.
"No, you know what, you're right. I don't have to go inside and I don't have to do what he says. I may never find anyone again, but I can still enjoy nature." Mrs. Watson smiled.
"It's a start," Tuesday thought to herself as she began to close the door back, but not before seeing the memory of Mrs. Watson's husband disappear before her eyes. "Looks like my job here is done."
~
"Listen," Tuesday shushed the hysterical woman she was trying to talk to. Mrs. Watson ignored her and kept shouting. "Shh," Tuesday turned to the window, which was lightly fogging over because of the fire inside and the snow that was gently falling outside. The climate was too hot for the snow to stick, but that didn't meant that the icey particles didn't try.
"You just wait, I don't need your help for anything!" Mrs. Watson screamed.
"Would you shut up? Good god, you think that you'd be a good listener after you listened to your husband's crap for the past five years. How many nights were you up because he beat you and you blamed yourself?" Tuesday turned to face the woman, shoving her small hands into the pocket on her black fleece jacket. The symbol of the stars was imprinted in the right corner of the shirt, near the shoulder.
"How did you know this?" Mrs. Watson narrowed her eyes at Tuesday.
"Knowledge is a cure all. I asked your neighbors about you so I could do my job more accurately and that was just some of the basic information I found from them. Mrs. Watson, you need to let your memory of him go because holdin on to him isn't doing you one bit of good," Tuesday's eyes fell to the ghostly figure of a man that was perched upon a red arm chair, he looked old and tired, but his eyes held anger, though they were not the eyes of a living person. "You don't understand, do you? Most people I can understand holding onto their memories like this. Children who have lost a mother need some solace to help them get to sleep, an elderly woman who has lost her husband of fifty plus years can't see life without her spouse, but this man abused you! Why do you want him around still?" Tuesday turned back to the window, disgusted.
"You're the one who doesn't understand. I need him. He's the only one who could ever love me." Mrs Watson was on the verge of tears, though angry tears and not ones of sorrow. Tuesday turned to face Mrs. Watson and rolled her eyes.
"Whatever you say." Tuesday watched as the snow outside began to come down heavier, though only a tiny layer that disappeared when stepped on had formed on the ground. "Anyways, a sI was saying before, listen."
"I don't care about anything else you have to say," Mrs. Watson stood up, her hands balled into fists.
"Not to me, to the snow." Tuesday pointed outside the window.
"To the snow?" Mrs. Watson raised an eyebrow incredulously.
"Yes, if you listen carefully, you can hear it hit the ground."
"How?" Mrs. Watson came over to the window, the ghostly memory of her husband's eyes following her.
"I have to listen for the songs within each of the stars, trust me, I can hear the snow." Tuesday grabbed Mrs. Watson's hand suddenly and pulled her towards the door. "If you went outside, you could hear it even better."
"Gerald never allowed me to go outside. He told me it was too dangerous and that I might be tempted to leave him and there's no one out there for me but him."
"Shut up and go! Gerald isn't around anymore." Mrs. Watson still protested, but she finally allowed Tuesday to pull her outside. Tuesday left the door open as the two stood in the powdery film that was covering the ground. The snow wasn't falling as heavy as before, but it was still coming down. "Listen," Tuesday insisted. Mrs. Watson bent down and she could her the faint, soft sound of snow hitting the ground.
"It sounds like rain, only softer." Mrs. Watson stood up and closed the door.
"It's even more fun to dance in. Then again, anytime I'm not dancing for the stars is fine by me," Tuesday smiled slightly, which was as big as her smiles usually got, and spun around. "It's like it follows you when you spend." Tuesday waved her arm, manipulating the path of the flakes as they drifted down.
Mrs. Watson didn't say anything. She had her arms crossed tightly across her chest and was shivering slightly, however she didn't feel like going inside to retreive her coat. In fact, she didn't want to go inside at all. "So, this is what I've truly been missing."
"It doens't hurt you, nor does it want to date you. Would Gerald still have approved?" Tuesday asked, looking up seriously, though her hands were held out to her sides as she attempted to catch the powdery substance in her outstretched palms.
"No, no he wouldn't have," Mrs. Watson said with determination.
"So, you should go inside, after all, you're going against his wishes." Tuesday dropped her hands to her sides and opened the door.
"No, you know what, you're right. I don't have to go inside and I don't have to do what he says. I may never find anyone again, but I can still enjoy nature." Mrs. Watson smiled.
"It's a start," Tuesday thought to herself as she began to close the door back, but not before seeing the memory of Mrs. Watson's husband disappear before her eyes. "Looks like my job here is done."
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
Another PD Drabble 8/15/06
Another PD drabble that continues another one. If PD had been carried through, this would have been book 8.
~
"Okay, so the fact that Mrs. Garrickson was so aggresive when we called her memory-husband...wait a minute, this guy's name was Garrick and his last name was Garrickson? So his name was Garrick Garrickson?" Tuesday raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Proffesor said, as if this was common knowledge.
"Oh, okay. His parents had no creativity. Anyways, was becase Mrs. Garrickson is..." Tuesday paused, as if to think of an appropriate word.
"She's not quite mentally stable concerning her husband's death yet. She's not crazy." Proffesor folded his arms across his chest and looked accusingly at Tuesday.
"I wasn't going to say she was crazy," Tuesday said defensively.
"You were thinking it."
"No I wasn't!" Tuesday shouted.
"I have a mind-reader device and according to it, you were thinking that." Proffesor held up the mindreading device, which was small enough to fit into his pocket. It was shaped like a pen, but it had a small screen on it that displayed text.
"Okay, so I was thinking it," Tuesday admitted, "but I wasn't going to say it.
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't. What, do you have a lie detector to prove it...wait, you do," Tuesday faltered when he pulled out another device that looked almost exactly the same as the first. "What's up with this house...lab...thing!" Tuesday threw her hands up into the air, frustrated and defeated.
~
"Okay, so the fact that Mrs. Garrickson was so aggresive when we called her memory-husband...wait a minute, this guy's name was Garrick and his last name was Garrickson? So his name was Garrick Garrickson?" Tuesday raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah," Proffesor said, as if this was common knowledge.
"Oh, okay. His parents had no creativity. Anyways, was becase Mrs. Garrickson is..." Tuesday paused, as if to think of an appropriate word.
"She's not quite mentally stable concerning her husband's death yet. She's not crazy." Proffesor folded his arms across his chest and looked accusingly at Tuesday.
"I wasn't going to say she was crazy," Tuesday said defensively.
"You were thinking it."
"No I wasn't!" Tuesday shouted.
"I have a mind-reader device and according to it, you were thinking that." Proffesor held up the mindreading device, which was small enough to fit into his pocket. It was shaped like a pen, but it had a small screen on it that displayed text.
"Okay, so I was thinking it," Tuesday admitted, "but I wasn't going to say it.
"Yes you were."
"No I wasn't. What, do you have a lie detector to prove it...wait, you do," Tuesday faltered when he pulled out another device that looked almost exactly the same as the first. "What's up with this house...lab...thing!" Tuesday threw her hands up into the air, frustrated and defeated.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Question Game 7/27/06
Just a little Final Fantasy X drabble. Nothing else much to say.
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"Hey, Tidus," Yuna looked over at Tidus. She was using his stomach as a pillow as the two were laying amidst the tall grasses of the Calm Lands near one of the ledges. The land just seemed to go on forever, and then it abruptly ended with this huge gash. If someone was running and not paying attention, they could run right over the edge and fall into the ednless abyss of the beautiful landscape. Yuna thought that this must have been what it was like when people in Spira thought the world was flat and that you could fall right off of the world if you sailed to far in any direction past the mainland.
"Hmm?" he inquired, lifting his head so he could look into her eyes. His head was resting on his hands since he didn't have Yuna's stomach to use as a pillow himself.
"What's your favorite color?" she asked. Tidus sat up slightly, so as not to disturb Yuna's head, and looked at her incrediously. "Oh come on, if you want me to cherish you, you have to tell me everything. I told you everything."
"Of your journey to find me, but not the small details." Tidus layed back down and thought for a second. "I suppose the color yellow has grown on me, but I'm not really sure. Hey Yuna?"
"Yes?" Yuna closed her eyes as a breeze ruffled the grass around them. The calm lands usually stayed a pretty nice temperture because of the fact that Mount Gagazet's snowy winds occasionally blew through the valley, but the calm land was unusually hot and humid on this day, however Tidus and Yuna felt cozy where they were laying.
"Now that I told you what my favorite color is, you have to tell me yours. How am I supposed to cherish someone when I don't even know their favorite color?" Tidus joked.
Yuna rolled her blue and green eyes and sighed. Tidus' scent hung nicely in the air. He smelled slightly of vanilla and fish. Usually the two scents inc ombination would have made Yuna retch, but on Tidus, they were heavenly. "Purple, though I also like blue." Yuna rolled over so that she had her hands resting on Tidus' stomach and her head on top of her hands. She smiled at tidus, who seemed to enjoy the change of perspective from the back of Yuna's head, to her face. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite food?"
"Dunno, I suppose cherries, but then again, I liked that coconut thing you made." Tidus smiled up at Yuna who was smiling playfully back. "Hey Yuna, what's your favorite food?"
"I like beets. I don't know why, but Rikku always made fun of me for that," Yuna laughed. Yuna's laughter was music to Tidus' ears. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite number?"
Tidus shook his head. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Yuna, but he liked this little game. Than again, he liked any game that involved Yuna or Blitzballs...or any combination of the two. "3576 because it's an even number. What about you?"
"Hmm, I never really thought about it. I would have to say seven becaus eit took seven to get me through my pilgrimage. Tidus, what's your favorite letter?" Yuna's eyelids felt heavy as the gentle breeze and Tidus' scent was soothing to her.
"Well, Y of course. Yours?" Yuna sat up and stretched, then snuggled next to Tidus, resting her head against his shoulder.
"T for you, though you doesn't actually begin with a T." Yuna yawned and closed her eyes. "Hey TIdus, what's your..." Yuna, however, never finished her sentance as she fell asleep. Tidus smiled and put his arms around her slumbering form, holding her closely to him, glad that the fayth had brought him back so he could be with her. Tidus yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep himself.
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"Hey, Tidus," Yuna looked over at Tidus. She was using his stomach as a pillow as the two were laying amidst the tall grasses of the Calm Lands near one of the ledges. The land just seemed to go on forever, and then it abruptly ended with this huge gash. If someone was running and not paying attention, they could run right over the edge and fall into the ednless abyss of the beautiful landscape. Yuna thought that this must have been what it was like when people in Spira thought the world was flat and that you could fall right off of the world if you sailed to far in any direction past the mainland.
"Hmm?" he inquired, lifting his head so he could look into her eyes. His head was resting on his hands since he didn't have Yuna's stomach to use as a pillow himself.
"What's your favorite color?" she asked. Tidus sat up slightly, so as not to disturb Yuna's head, and looked at her incrediously. "Oh come on, if you want me to cherish you, you have to tell me everything. I told you everything."
"Of your journey to find me, but not the small details." Tidus layed back down and thought for a second. "I suppose the color yellow has grown on me, but I'm not really sure. Hey Yuna?"
"Yes?" Yuna closed her eyes as a breeze ruffled the grass around them. The calm lands usually stayed a pretty nice temperture because of the fact that Mount Gagazet's snowy winds occasionally blew through the valley, but the calm land was unusually hot and humid on this day, however Tidus and Yuna felt cozy where they were laying.
"Now that I told you what my favorite color is, you have to tell me yours. How am I supposed to cherish someone when I don't even know their favorite color?" Tidus joked.
Yuna rolled her blue and green eyes and sighed. Tidus' scent hung nicely in the air. He smelled slightly of vanilla and fish. Usually the two scents inc ombination would have made Yuna retch, but on Tidus, they were heavenly. "Purple, though I also like blue." Yuna rolled over so that she had her hands resting on Tidus' stomach and her head on top of her hands. She smiled at tidus, who seemed to enjoy the change of perspective from the back of Yuna's head, to her face. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite food?"
"Dunno, I suppose cherries, but then again, I liked that coconut thing you made." Tidus smiled up at Yuna who was smiling playfully back. "Hey Yuna, what's your favorite food?"
"I like beets. I don't know why, but Rikku always made fun of me for that," Yuna laughed. Yuna's laughter was music to Tidus' ears. "Hey Tidus, what's your favorite number?"
Tidus shook his head. He wasn't sure what had gotten into Yuna, but he liked this little game. Than again, he liked any game that involved Yuna or Blitzballs...or any combination of the two. "3576 because it's an even number. What about you?"
"Hmm, I never really thought about it. I would have to say seven becaus eit took seven to get me through my pilgrimage. Tidus, what's your favorite letter?" Yuna's eyelids felt heavy as the gentle breeze and Tidus' scent was soothing to her.
"Well, Y of course. Yours?" Yuna sat up and stretched, then snuggled next to Tidus, resting her head against his shoulder.
"T for you, though you doesn't actually begin with a T." Yuna yawned and closed her eyes. "Hey TIdus, what's your..." Yuna, however, never finished her sentance as she fell asleep. Tidus smiled and put his arms around her slumbering form, holding her closely to him, glad that the fayth had brought him back so he could be with her. Tidus yawned and closed his eyes, falling asleep himself.
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