The purpose of this journal is to display some of the most memorable or unique moments of my writing up front. They're short previews of the content of my submissions, categorized and, most importantly, advertised.

Also, in some of the Dialogue Only submissions, the text formatting is absolutely atrocious. Bear with me. It's either this, or depression...

Take your time, and enjoy the stories whenever you have the time to.



All emboldened submission names below are links.

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Poetry



Rated General



GuzzlePoem #1


The voices in my head!
They tell me "Go to bed!"
I stay up late I play with fate
And now they want me dead!



When Graphics Confound


I move like I am drunk
And battle like a god
But then I slouch around
And get hit like a sod



That Poor Deluded Fool


He compliments the world
But acts as though he's tough
He hasn't yet realized
Reality is rough



Fun (Part 1)


"A MAN SO BLIND FOR REASONS DROLL
WHO LOVED HIS WIFE AND LOST HIS SOUL!
HE SOUGHT NIRVANA'S 'BLESSED WOMB'
AND IN THE END, IT WAS HIS TOMB!"



Creature of Dark, Bringer of Fear


Mothers had wept, children did wail.
Fathers bore arms to stand their ground.
Soldiers drew swords, and archers pulled strings,
But none stood brave at what they found.



I Know That I've Come Home


I reach the door. I ring its bell too much.
My mom complains. She's tired of hearing such!
A blast of heat, the meal upon our stove.
A smell so great, which causes me to rove!



Rest Your Weary Soul


There is time for you, as your day wanes

Let the sun set on your yawning

Let the music carry you away

These sounds that neither demand nor expect

Release your tensions to the eased flow



Lions Chase Pride, But Kitties Chase Doves


2nd Stanza

So baleful the kitty who weaves many words,
Persistent in stead, refusing to quit!
He'll paw and he'll scratch until notice he gets,
This power-napped feline is lacking his wit!


3rd Stanza

So ready the kitty who has much to say,
Shouting his thoughts at so blinding a speed!
His inqueries sated, his heart, oh so ailed,
Just what of all things does this sad kitty need?!



Taste. Smell. Know You've Done Well.


1st Stanza

Birth. Stand. Holding a hand.
Walk. Stride. Building your pride.
Eat. Drink. Primp at a sink.
Leave. Go. Learn more to know.


3rd Stanza

Dream. Try. Think on the fly.
Ask. Seek. Stay strong, not weak.
Work. Sweat. Collegues you've met.
Task. Skill. Steady your will.



Rated Mature



Each Kind All Its Own


Bring drink to us, and breasts oh so grown
Pity me, even she, we've naught but this life
By sword or spell, 'tis nothing but strife
These men of such piss, each fool on his throne



Inward Suicide


Simplify the ruse. Juxtapose the lies
Stay the kindly course. Consummate disguise
Mask the overtone. Motif so complex
Let it mend like love. Make it feel like sex



Your Life For My Craw


A female ripe, a male for a tool
Whose strength is not. His works are but null
Persistent wretch, meiotic in grace
Who wails for God, but knows not his place



I'll Keep Him For Later


Such a fool. I've matters far greater
To place so much trust
Each breath full of lust
He wants me. I'll keep him for later



Misfortune's Outcry


Lawless men and soulless beast.
Of them all I was the least.
Falsehood birthed a jackel's creed.
Justice came, and made him bleed.

(Author's Note: These words allude to a suspenseful moment of a certain chapter in Misfortune's past history as a wealthy noble... ).



Betwixt The Cloven Lips Of Greed


1st Stanza

What stays the law that is decreed?
Consensus reached between the low.
A pauper's tears they do not know.
Tis not man's will to bend nor heed.


3rd Stanza

Mavericks pressed to pass their seed.
Weakened by a nephar's cleft.
Fools who meet such ends so deft.
How soon the mighty fall to need!

(Author's note: Kristina is a petty hypocrite. BOO! HISS! BOO!!! ).



Ninja Black, Ryu


2nd Stanza

A devil clad in black
With nary flesh nor skin
He faced the Ninja Black
Believing he would win


3rd Stanza

A boy; a fuddled fool
Who challenges the gods
He wields the Dragon Blade
And braves against the odds

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Speculation Moments



Rated General



Snowball



When You Make A Point



Believe it or not, if you try hard enough, you can make a point that is brutally relevant and mercilessly relentless...IF you can manage to "care long enough" about it to bring it out into the light, expound upon it, and bring it to a proper close.



(Author's Note: TL;DR!!!!!!)



I Am A Mitigator



My Sexuality (wait, what?)



I was that man who didn't have a single care for the wiles of physical attraction, the perferential females - and loathed males - amongst him mere silhouettes in his eyes, if not deemed obstacles; just passive distractions in his way. The young adult who could care less about a girl's figure let alone her "contact details." The dude who deemed the vast majority of the male portion among them unnecessarily loud fools, sighing and rolling his eyes whenever he was in thought of whomever among them could be so bold as to throw his voice across a hallway as far as he would in the hopes that some poor fool of a female would give enough of a care to take interest in such flamboyant barking - a developing pansexual.



(Author's Note: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA and yours is completely normal... ).



Natural Selectivity



Explaining Selfish Narcissism



If I so desired, I could simply abandon the mentality I have - the belief I live by - whereby anyone I associate with is an equal in that they are no more nor less human than myself, driving everyone away from myself for my own sake, and to my own ends. It isn't at all difficult to be self-centered. I could try and convince myself to believe that ultimately, no one else in the world is necessarily more significant than I unless their interests are aligned with my own. Opportunist at heart, living out my each and every day under my own personally advocated, supposedly self-sufficient statutes, most of which were poorly constructed. Inexorable, my mind mostly if not entirely dead to what it is to befriend another for more reasons than just those rooted in personal gain. A malignant, malevolent soul, and one easily seen as a potential enemy of those I never knew, who's outlook on the rest of the world appears plaintive in the public eye, but is truly piteous when alone. Such a person either has a poor concept of what friendship is, or they just don't care to express what they do know of it, all in the name of superiority.



(Author's Note: Assuming that I have any credibility...).

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Story Narration/Dialogue Combos



Rated General



Fresh Feed, Rotting Relations (Unfinished)



A Young Human Boy Spots Nigel Laying Atop The Feral Back Of His Mother Chanda



Leah's voice was filled with excitement. Upon looking out her brother's window, she urged him to come and see what was causing so many people to back away and murmer loudly. He was still wiping his eyes when he walked over to the window, his focus blurred as he spotted what looked like the huge body of a large, feral feline, the most noticeable detail being the long, slim person lying across her back with his arms embraced around her belly. At seeing this, he could not help but dash downstairs as quickly as his legs could carry him, his sister having already reached the front entrance to their home seconds prior. He saw her standing in the open door, filled with bewonderment. He pushed against her back, begging her to make room for him to see what it was that she could apparently see to the point of bullying her aside and standing out in the middle of the road.

He was not ready to face what had came upon him...

Towering more than 15 feet above his head, he beheld the visage of what was to him a huge and horrifically lethal wildcat, its jaws like those of a massive tiger.



Slade's Repulsion



Ryan: Take everything she says to him with a grain of salt.

Slade: Along with the fact that she's a horrible mother?

Ryan: I don't exactly think it's fair to say that she's a "bad" mother, let alone a "horrible" one. You shouldn't make so much of how she treats him.

Slade: Sure, whatever...



The Laughingstock Of All Eternity (colorless)



The Vore Kissing Scene



Misfortune: However I must inform you that whether or not you choose to remain our ally is ultimately your own decision, as the four of us are yet free to decide upon our own fates. But know you well that should you so choose to stand against the rest of us, the ordeal would not likely end in your favor, I'm afraid...

Renewal: Is that a THREAT?!

Misfortune: Hardly.



He motioned himself closer to her face while a long, seemingly devious and smokey wisp of what could have been percieved as a makeshift 'tail' crept towards her from behind...



Misfortune: It is a warning. I would not sit by idly and watch undue harm befall you. However, I would also not dare stand in opposition to the power of The Holy Mother...

Renewal: Meaning?

Misfortune: You are slow to comprehend.



The Cursed Angel then motioned that wisp up and along her back, curling it around her visible throat. He reached out with what was then most assuredly a feline, clawed paw, pulling her to himself in a loving embrace and widening what had become maw of beastly anatomy of his around her mouth. Her aura brightened the entire courtyard in the flash of her suprise and yet willingly did she open her then equally as bestial maw just as wide, her form slipping into what was a wholly feral composure. His spectral subjects, realizing this to be a most opportuned moment, began to scratch and claw their way over each other and through his aura, the more spiritually skillful of them all having easily transfered themselves into his mouth and directly upon his ethereal tongue that splayed upon and battled that of The Blessed Angel's. Family members and age old aquaintances had joyously reunited with one another once more, pouring down into her throat and showing each other all sorts of unbridled affections, ecstatic in their gradual descent. Soul after once hope-devoid soul fell into the modest hunger of her befuddled gullet, the majority of whom were simply relieved at the reality of being free from the whimsically demented machinations of The Cursed One's affairs. But there were still yet many who's hurried paces were rather slow to the salvation, those unfortunate souls just barely making it to Renewal while others had most embarrassingly failed at grasping for freedom, falling back into Misfortune as his maw had then left hers, some of them seeming to slide down and then be utterly crushed within the heartless constriction of his temporarily physically manifest throat while others were grateful for the yet sorrowful consolation of even having safely made it deeper within the darkness of his ghastly form, wailing in their humiliation and defeat.

Renewal gawked and glared, as she convinced herself that she had been caught off guard, guarding her heart against her own inmost desires. Misfortune gazed into her eyes with his own of amber coloration, their demonic appearance seeming to now elicit from her passive feelings of solace and comfort rather than distrust of enmity...



Misfortune: Remain safe. *as the entirity of his aura had reverted back to its normal hues*



As Was His Ignorance - A Commodore 64 Story



The Mention Of Many Commodore 64 Game Titles, And A Moment Of Boulder Dash Prose!^^



Bristles and Shamus. Wizard of Wor and Crystals of Zong. Ole! and Aztec Challenge. And there was also "the greatest one ever made." The crown gem of that gaming era, Boulder Dash! His thoughts of dotted platform floors and mischevious bomb floors had faded away completely when his focus had shifted to that game. Yes, his "focus." He wasn't much in the world, born with autism, like his brother. But whenever he thought about Boulder Dash, everything became clear. Tact. Strategy. Cunning. First Star's blessing upon the world was his pride and joy, mainly because it was so mentally absorbing that one couldn't have paid attention to much else once one had begun to play it. And study it. Those damned squares, and their worthless explosions. Those wonderful butterflies, the deaths of which always bore wealth and glory for Rockford to line his pockets with, and sustain his life from. "Yeah! Here I come, Level M!" It didn't take long for the boy to decide to yank that disk out of the disk drive, and go rummaging through the sunlight blanketed containers for his beloved Boulder Dash. Who needed smudged up diskettes that always did nothing but make the disk drive grumble and growl? And who needed those creepy red floor disks and those boring "programs" on that stupid old military shelf, As Was His Ignorance? "I'd rather be catching butterflies and getting diamonds with the friends!" He was happy again. No more thoughts about that scary game from Hell, "the game with the red stuff," or his fleeting memories of candies and showers. There was Boulder Dash! And the child would always find himself so very taken with "the friends." That weird, wobbly green amoeba that would spread itself out from one position in a level, growing bigger and bigger. He had always sympathized with the amoeba, mostly on account of his impatience concerning the need to free the butterflies, so as to ensure the ability to procure diamonds from atop its body. And being the oddball he was, he always supposed that it wouldn't hurt to simply...cling to the amoeba in running towards it and simply standing there, motionless. "How cute!" his consciousness contained. "Yeah, you stupid butterflies can't get me now!" But little did the neophyte understand that the "friendly" and all too useful amoeba was neither friend nor foe, as remaining within a board for much too long would surely result in its rapid spreading everywhere! Cuddly thoughts and light-headed happiness never failed to spur the boy's hand to motion the joystick in such a way that would essentially throw Rockford to this beast. A fateful decision all too common, as the gelatinous beast would then proceed to passively devour him. It would no longer matter what winged insect was foolish enough to follow its patterned path into the creature unto a bejeweled demise, for now all the miner could do is wait until his captor killed everything in its maddening wake, spreading outward with such an insane speed. Entrapment, the fool enclosed within countless boulders!




[Out Of Time]



...As Crystalline Greed Gave Way To Death...



Why Am I Trapped In This Dream? - A Nigel Story



Nigel, A Very Young Kitty, Spots Chanda's Nasty Smelling Vulva



Every time, he was determined. Every time, he gave it his all. And with his flexible feline body, it was never too hard a task to accomplish. Successfully reaching the fur of that index finger, and climbing up the furred sides of a hand's fingers. Pulling his light body weight up further and further, having reached Chanda's wrist. He pulled and tugged, determined to make his way up...miles of fur! During any moment of complacency that he would spend looking further forward or upward, he saw much, much, MUCH more fur to scale, and so much that it was dizzying. But in his devotion, he would try to make his way there regardless. Climbing along fur and garment alike, oftentimes terrified when he would lose his grip, falling to his demise! His world would spin and turn, and his thoughts would be utterly scrambled. He would reach his tiny arms out everywhere, reaching for something; anything to claw on. During one particular time his claws had managed to grip a place on a long garment that was stretched out far to either side of him. He would struggle to hold on, bouncing around, his claws hooked into the smelly garment. He had risen his head up above the garment's center just enough to see beyond it. Just enough...to see what it hid. A massive, slightly bulbous and furred sight, a crevice stretching far away down its center, which rested between two thighs that were almost always shifting around it. Though he was not mature enough to know just what it was that he was staring at, the rank smell of it alone was enough to cause him to want to climb as far away from it as he could. And he would, tasked with...climbing up even more miles of fur! After spending a while to gain momentum - bouncing up and down that outstretched garment that hid such an odiferous secret, he flung himself upwards and latched onto the fur of Chanda's belly, scrambling upward yet again to fulfill the goal his pride would not be satisfied without.



Searching For Time's Murderer



A Moment Of Unorthodox Teleportation Allows Angel To Explore Kiba Bloodfang's Book Gallery



He took a step forward. His body then dissipated in three other directions, where clones of himself walked about to peruse the shelves thouroughly. The illusionary spectres seemed to zip about, teleporting instantaneously from one place to the next. One of them had accidentally reappeared just to Kiba's left, bumping into his shoulder. "Excuse me!" it spoke, grinning briefly before zipping away in a flash. The figure from whence the dopplegangers originated seemed to make his way towards a lone chair, sitting down comfortably. And once he leaned back a bit, the spectres had all returned to him in such a way that was similar to being pulled into a vaccum.

"You've got quite an interesting gallery here!" he chirped, smiling widely.
"I...I, erm...hey, what's...~ oof, it's no problem, erm..."

He didn't quite know how to react to the sudden chaos in the room, clones of the feline zipping to and fro all over the place, exploring his knickknacks and books, his important documents on the desk.



Rated Mature



Take...Her...Down. (Unfinished)



Armed Angeic Warriors Soar Across An Open Plain, Seizing The Archangel Of Paradise, Nirvana



Roaring forward with such an audacity that could deafen the ears of a full mortal, they come for her, some out of unfettered rage, and some others, pure horror. Not all amongst their ranks were so duly suited to do battle with the bride of Paradox. Poorly outfitted, inadequately skilled souls were they, running toward her with gleeful hearts, the broken angelic amongst them a sure sign of an assured victory for their cause to them...if only to them. Wayfarers from all across the lands, better suited to the reinstatement of the most temporarily existant of enchanted weaponry, their place on the battlefield not one very crucial. To suppose that their roles could hold a long withstanding significance in this war was unthinkable, for surely they would not see so little mercy as in a moments reprieve to put to use their especially commendable skills in divinely relevant smithery. Here, time was the friend of none. Many a mother's son; even a father's daughter, would surely be orphaned long after this suicide effort had been carried out to full completion, for if Her Grace's very presence before them was not enough to make them all cower away into an endless life of despair fraught with the perpetual insanity of absolute obscurity, nothing was.



"Stand strong! Together we will free ourselves from hope-devoid darkness this day!" said a leading nephar, his words followed by much shouting.

"We tear her pride to pieces!!!" shouted a slith, his words followed by the hissing of his bretheren.

"Yes, haughckah! We RAZE The Whore of Ruination!" added a rather unorthodox creature, its hideous cries thereafter followed by a most grotesquely cacophonous approval of its fellow broken.



Kristina (colorless) (Unfinished).



A Physical Altercation Between A Hot-Blooded Mother And Her Oldest Daughter



Kristina: What do you expect from your enemy, hm?! Do you expect that they will cower before the tone of your voice? From the glimmer of a spell that is yet to be cast?!?!

Katherine: *she coughs*

Kristina: And yet you expect ME to show you mercy? To coddle your broken spirit?!

Katherine: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY?!?!



In that moment, Kristina advanced towards Katherine in a rage, violently grabbing her arm to lift her up - almost by her own strength alone - only to throw her to the dirt ground. Eventually, Katherine began to try and crawl away from her, clawing at air and soil with all her might, as though she were trying with all her heart to escape some kind of horrible monstrosity. She found herself brought to face her mother again, her already bleeding face then clawed at, her blood mottled with her fur as she then kicked her tormentor's legs out from under her, scooping up a wad of mud with her right hand and slinging it in her face, much to her anger. Kristina's facial expression became fierce, as she then dove straight at her daughter and bit her sharp teeth into her snout, tumbling over her time and again before falling just behind her by way of the very force with which she had sprung to attack. Katherine stood up, marching towards her mother in a defiance uncommon of her, throwing her arm back to ball up a single fist, thinking to treat her mother as she herself had been treated. But Kristina was not one who's motions were to be predicted as she swayed her upper torso to her rear, rending from Katherine more of her blood in arcing her claws up and through her neck from a lower angle, which caused Katherine to fall on her back, clutching her neck and cringing, screaming in terror at all that was happening to her, her mother then reaching down to her already sliced neck to wrench her from the brief solace of her horror and bring her face to meet her own. She hissed at her daughter visciously, causing her to cower and yell, watching as she cried helplessly.



Katherine: Please Don't Kill Me!!!!!



Upon hearing these words, Kristina rose from her daughter's bloodied and shivering body, almost calmly, as if there had never been a scuffle to begin with. She spat from her mouth the blood of Katherine's face, staring down at her quivering daughter, ignoring Alma's cries of suspense. Turning her back to her, she once again spoke her mind.



Kristina: You've learned nothing this day, as you never do any day.



(Author's Note: Currently, the narration needs much more improvement.).



Chanda WIP - Further Narration (Unfinished)



A Female Dragonborn Nephar's Sultry Display Of Wanton Lewdness



A most uncommon strain of ill intent had crossed her mind, filling her heart with maliciousness. Being what she knew she was, and the knowledge of how truly frail he was in stark comparison. The contemplation that followed gave way to many a malconcieved thought, the ideas that came to her mind birthed not simply from the mind of "a malignant woman," but that of a monster's, and one steeped in darkness. Devoid of a care for law and order, and beyond any concerns best left unapparent, actively did she do what was within the boundaries of her influence to further lead him astray, swaying her hips from side to side and trailing her clawed hand along her backside in such a sultry manner as to lay out before her hapless watcher's eyes a display of a sort of submissiveness of allure, her pace slowed to purposefully allow him a moment to notice her place her right palm over her rump and slide her index finger down low enough between the crevice of her buttocks to then splay her fingers out upon the vulva that he could not see...until she deliberately bent over and lifted her ass high enough to expose it for him, and well.



Motrax (colorless) (Unfinished)



A Lizardous Suboordinate Willfully Makes Its Way Through Motrax's Crotch



What seemed to be a tall, masculine, and well adorned slith male emerged forth from the dimly lit darkness of the overhead brush, walking with heavy steps upon the landing of each reptilian foot. He was a seemingly calm man who's intimidating appearance yet belied a nature that seemed to focus on things of "an immediate necessity." And then, a much shorter woman of slithzerikai origin had on all fours crawled out to meet at his side, nuzzling against his huge right heel and snaking her body between the enclosure of his thighs, lifting the soft, red sash that hung low beneath his knees to slip out from under it and reach up to his large chest, enacting what seemed to be begging him for something in a whole other language. And she had done this just before another slith - this time a male - had crawled up to the man's left leg, pulling his own weight up over the back of the large, digitigrade heel and practically hugging his arms against him, his hand slipping into the inner of his thigh to gain leverage long enough to try to reach his head, hoping to be noticed. The large reptilian had given a particular kind of notice to him, reaching moderately low (for his height) and slipping his thickly taloned hand under the rump of the smaller male, gently clutching the entirity of his rim and crotch - in the warmth of his palm - to raise him up along his side to his chest.



Chanda And Her Lover - Extended Version (colorless) (Unfinished)



Nigel, An Innocent Nephilim Child At Play, Is Predated By The Condemned Soul Of A Demonic Dragon, Whom Chanda Once Loved



Upon hearing Chanda's words, he could not contain the darkness in his soul. At first there was the sound of a labored yet rapturous inhale, followed by the sight of a distinct presence that encroached along the floor at an almost blinding speed, seeming to turn the color of everything it touched into a pale white. Not even a second's duration passed as it made its way towards Nigel, who was sitting upright on a crude bedding while hiding under a small, tattered blanket, concealing himself beneath what little darkness he could manage. He had always loved to entertain the darkest of his thoughts, they being the primary means to his utmost comfort, but also his deepest terrors. Thinking nothing of outside influences, he enjoyed these small, special moments of solitude, looking around innocently and imagining what it must be like to see a real monster in action. He would toss and turn, throwing his blanket about and squeaking enthusiastically, trying his best to imitate what he believed to be a people's struggle against such a beast as he repeatedly scratched the blanket.



Nigel: Oh no! What are we gonna do?!



The unseen presence had slowly begun to envelope his entire bedding...



Nigel: It's too strong, guys! Hurry up and get the ballistas!



An unseen spectator smiled at him from directly behind him...



Nigel: Look out everyone! *as he squeaked rambunctiously in imitating what was to him the sounds of a most grueling battle for survival* Hey, what happened?! Where'd everybody go?!



He couldn't even feel the massive, reptilian hand that had failed at an attempt to scoop him up into a set of ravenous jaws...



Nigel: Oh no! This can't be! The demon ATE them! AAGH!!!



[narration about the situation goes here (without the spacing)]



Chartreux: Yes, child. She has accepted the weary, enveloping them all within her most voluptuous womb, you precious, virgin soul...



A Low-Note Insult Railed Against A Dragon's Sexual Preference, Conveyed With Delicate Abandon



Chanda: You may think you've had me wholly figured out: An old relic of little thought, and one so very indign as to have not the slightest shred of respect nor prevalence over my own affairs. And you may continue in this hope-devoid folly. Perhaps the god of lust will smile on your tears and think to bring one of YOUR "lofty rank" into his innermost chambers? Would not the opportuned invitation of a lyrical falsetto performed by one of his most trusted concubines be a voice all too sweet to turn away?

Chartreux: Please stop. *he cried* I suffer.

Chanda: Oh? You must forgive my impudence. I meant to say "contralto." But then there is the issue of poorly concealed gender preference while remaining in selective hearing of the voice of any COUNTER-TENOR who can sing good enough to transfix your interests upon his CROTCH unto the girl's overlooked vocal talent, ha ha.

Chartreux: WHY MUST YOU INSULT ME?!?!

Chanda: You amuse me to no end, Chartreux. Perhaps I am blessed to be spiritually bonded with you so. I've not an equal in Heaven nor Hell who can pleasure me so without so much as tracing a single claw along my vulva...except for, hnhn...

Chartreux: Continue with your malice.

Chanda: Hm?

Chartreux: Remain steadfast in your descent.

Chanda: Do expound, oh wise and humble elder.



(Author's Note: Chartreux is the most sickfuck character I have.).



Until I Woke Up From The Madness - An Intermission Story



Confusion And Caution Within The Throes Of Unexplained Entrapment



Eventually, even my mental faculties began to fail me, my mind dulled by the senselessness of my surroundings and what little activity took place within them. For a long time, it was as though I were not even awake. And during that time, I had no idea where I had been nor what I was doing, my consciousness simply drifting along, carried on waves of utter uncertainty. At the very least I was grateful that violence had ceased, as what had followed upon the regaining of my consciousness did not in any way seem violent; not even disturbing, that is, until I fully came to. I must've been indoors for several hours; maybe even weeks. And what was worse was that even though I became aware enough to see my surroundings clearly, I felt very dizzy overall. It was like I was drugged, my motor skills less than satisfactory. What would become of me now, I did not know. But for what it was that transpired around me, I had lost sight of what it was to freely frolic outdoors, the constant sight of shifting blues and oranges a growing annoyance. My mind damaged by this onslaught of inescapable tedium, I began to gain somewhat of a different interpretation of my surroundings. It didn't matter how well lit the hallways were anymore, for in my mind I could not possibly be anywhere near the ground level. I had begun to rationalize that for what it was that I had seen in time prior - those faint memories thankfully not lost on me - I was, for whatever reasons, quarantined, made to conduct my business elsewhere until some major crisis had been brought to a close. The thought of this was almost terrifying. But as I looked around myself, there was never an immediately prevalent reason to cower in fear of anything, much less to panic. The place I found myself in was quiet; perhaps controlled, even. But within this predicament were there other problems, the simplistic natures of which led me to believe that something had gone very, very wrong, and probably before I had even gained any sort of idea of just when...

A subterranean environ. It bore resemblance to a hospital, yet this "hospital" was a place where people's behavior patterns seemed closely similar not to that of patients on the floor of a health facility, but inmates held in confinement. It seemed to be some sort of correctional facility, where the inhabitants were given free reign to roam about however they pleased. Noticing this was mildly reassuring to me, as I then began to suppose that there wasn't much to worry about. But during moments of closer observation, it seemed that the entire area was under martial law. This had become readily apparent when I took notice of someone to my right, who was taken away by two large, uniformed men. It was clear: should anyone overstep a boundary, they would be taken away; arrested, though they already conduct their business in confinement. And upon closer examination, it was apparent that whenever such transgressions were dealt with, the culprits responsible would be taken elsewhere from the current floor, perhaps trasfered to an environment less accommodating of their most basic needs. I began to feel highly disoriented. Was there some place I was meant to be? The freedom aspect of this place seemed highly fallacious to me; a thing which only served to deaden my sense of overall security. I had forgotten the events from before, now more concerned with my personal safety than anything else. Stability itself seemed to be a thing wholly extra cirricular here. I became subject to fear for reasons I could not even understand and, being the coward that I was, I dared not question anyone in regards to what was going on overall. Cowardly, I was. But I still had a good head on my shoulders, and I wasn't about to lose it in a predicament I would never have seen coming. I became submissive, doing my best to blend in. And this, in a state of massive dizziness. I was very bewildered, to be sure...

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Dialogue Moments Only



Rated General



Nigel and The Cursed Angel of Misfortune (small concept)



A Passive Warning Is Ignored, Leading To More Sorrowful Communication



Misfortune: It has been...diverting...to talk to you. But I pray your soul does not find its paths so uneven that you happen upon me once more, I'm afraid...

Nigel: But...you seem like such a nice, um...person... *he resorted* I wish I knew more about you.

Misfortune: You will know more than enough to sate your inquiries, poor being; more than you had ever known, all of which the divine disallows you to dream. Of this, I assure you...

Nigel: What happened to your son? Where is he now?

Misfortune: He is with me......and yet...I have not seen his face once.

Nigel: But that doesn't even make sense. How can you have~

Misfortune: They are so very beautiful in their infancy. Beautiful, and very sweet...

Nigel: ...

Misfortune: But she did not give him to me willingly...

Nigel: ???

Misfortune: Her, or the mortal world. There was choice, yes. But without a haven in which to love her, for me, there was no choice.

Nigel: ...

Misfortune: You must live. You must stand strong...

Nigel: ???

Misfortune: Perhaps I will find her one day. Perhaps I will be permitted to see her, if only to please the jackals as I weep tears no mortal could possibly fathom.

Nigel: Maybe I can find her...

Misfortune: I doubt you would even recognize her face during that time. So many young ladies there, none of which you have ever known.

Nigel: "There?"

Misfortune: Go, lest your purpose cease, and all be brought to ruin.



(Author's Note: This is very sketchy, since it alludes to greater things that go beyond simple character interaction.).



Linda and Viper (colorless) (Unfinished)



Linda's Ignorance To A Frightening Event Of The Past



Linda: What does that have to do with ANYTHING?!

Viper: Your ignorance is astounding.

Linda: What???

Viper: Haven't you heard? A young nephil by the name of Akira recently encountered one of these beings.

Linda: What "beings?"

Viper: The wraith made its way to the chapel, spreading fear and panic amongst the clergymen of Salvation AND her faithful. They were yet successful in driving it away, if only due to the inherent...unattractiveness of their souls, I would deem...

Linda: What happened while I was gone? And what do you know about it?!

Viper: Mother Creation's condemned think nothing ill of making their presence known to us all, even in broad daylight. Hour by hour, they prey upon the innocent and curious alike, depriving them of their sanity and liberating their souls from the lifeless husks their bodies become thereafter. That foolish child thought nothing of speaking with the shade out in the open - a spectacle that allured many-a-would-be-victim within the boundaries of the demon's influence. They say your heart and mind become entranced if your eyes so happen to fall upon the very entrails they leave behind. Or were you so very preoccupied with teaching your dogs how to fetch during this recent turn of events?

Linda: ...They haven't assessed the situation in its entirity yet.

Viper: OH I am dreadfully sorry to hear that! Heartbroken I should say!



Linda's Demotion



Viper: The hierarchs themselves have not only deemed your men incompetent fools, but you yourself an incapable liability. They have all together agreed that you are not worth wasting any further time and money on let alone patience WITH...in utter unanimity.



[narration conveying Linda's expressive feelings of doubt]



Viper: The Order of Salvation requires much more of an individual than mere zeal alone. If any are to be saved from those ravenous ghouls that roam our world freely, a better, much stronger change of direction must be brought about, that The glory of Mother Creation may be preserved. And that change just so happens to be...me. In the end, you are as inconsequential to their affairs as a common prostitute is to a pitiless vagrant. You have been stripped of your command, Lindsay. Now be a well behaved underling and remove your papers from my desk. There is already enough filth cluttering up this room as is, as I am sure you could provide some grade of supple attestation to were I bored enough to wish it so...



That Isn't The Case Here (Unfinished)



A Female Shade Persecuted On A Street Corner Reaches The Time Of Her Judgement



Akira stared into Katherine's light blue eyes, the sun's fading gleam that had come to shine through a little opening in the upper of the door a minor comfort upon his face. He turned to face this light, walking to the large entrance and pressing the door open, closing his eyes upon feeling the fleeting warmth of the sun's rays blanket his face. He walked outside slowly, watching as a lone nephar carried a large sack over his back, hauling it somewhere. The large, distant feline seemed to pause, noticing someone to his left that he began to approach. Upon noticing this, Akira took mild steps further away from Katherine's home, trying to spot whoever it was standing just out of his sight. It was a shade, drifting along the street corner in evading a small group of human children who threw large stones at it, ducking away from their hatred yet remaining close enough within their vicinity to suffer their discrimination. The nephar seemed appalled at their behavior, walking towards them and shewing them away with a loud hiss, causing them to fall over one another in escaping his disapproval. The shade shifted what may have been its "head" in the direction of the frightened children, remaining stationary to watch as they ran. The kindly nephar approached the ghastly being, lowering his sack and reaching inside it to lift out two handfuls of exotic fruits, smiling at it in his honest generosity. But the shade declined the offer, swaying from left to right a thickly dark puff of what may have been its smokey "head." The nephar seemed confused, reaching deeper and pulling out a small satchel. He searched the bag for something...--anything that he might give. He had smiled greatly upon finding a small flask that he eagerly took in his palm (his hands naturally large being that he was a nephar), but upon glancing back at the shade did he notice that it had appeared to have grown two large, ethreal wings of deepest black. The solemn being then slowly lowered its newly manifest wings to the ground, as the voice of a crying woman had begun to emanate from it. The nephar then let his arm hang low, dropping the flask he so intently wished to give, and within naught but the shortest of moments did the shade disappear into a fading mist, everything of her drifting away as though it were mearly the exhaust of some manner of machinery. Akira, having recognized this sight from his early childhood, began to shed many tears, his hand's hold around the strap of his own satchel nearly loosening enough to drop it, but not quite.



Overload



Melodramatic Comedy



Misfortune: Judging from the nature of his convulsions it's not likely he will be standing any time soon.

Insatiable: *it huffs in its bemusement* Hehh... COPIUSSS...

Renewal: Then... *she hesitates* then what...what IS wrong with him???

Misfortune: He is suffering from an excessive overload of endorphins.

Renewal: Meaning...?

Misfortune: He was much too happy to maintain his balance...

Loathesome: XD!!!



(Author's Note: IM convos, lol...).



Cookie RP (With Kentam)



To Secure The Conspiracy...OF THE COOKIES!!!11!1 >;O



Kentam: *Spies on*

GuzzleMuzzle: *sneaks the cookies behind his back, and gives you an evil glare, slowly advancing towards you* You saw nothing today, am I clear? *he extends his thick claws...*

Kentam: D: *the katdragon blinks, a little bewildered* C-cookies?

GuzzleMuzzle: Neither you nor mom must know of this, for I am on punishment, and they are my substitute for my loss of Nintendo Wii and playground swing privledges. She is never to know of my insurrection, and you will speak nothing of it to her, are we CLEAR? </33333

Kentam: *The katdragon is practically bowled over from the wind of such shouting* @_@ BUT THE COOKIES

GuzzleMuzzle: They are my most precious steal, each one a sin more delicious than the former. And I require them for my plan to overthrow her, and once again claim my place as Rightful Ruler of her purse on Sunday mornings. The melting of their sugar dough will herald the coming darkness that is to deprive her of EVERY PEPPERMINT THAT RESIDES ALONGSIDE HER MAKEUP MIRROR. Then will she know my power, and grant me more french fries than YOU when we are to consume the flesh of cattle on "BURGER THURSDAYS," HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAH!!!!!!!



(Author's Note: It was really fun doing this one. ).



Shane's Torture



A Snide Insinuation Is Offset By A Justifiable Observation



Nigel: Did you ever even ask him where he was going all those times?

Sheryl: No, I didn't.

Katherine: Why not?

Sheryl: Well, sometimes I did ask him. And it was like, whenever he would come back home, he seemed really...happy. Even excited. But when I would ask him where he had been, he would get REALLY angry at me. It was almost scary, like there was something he didn't want to talk about. Sometimes he never came home for over two days. But one night, he actually DID come back home. And there was something...wrong with him.

Akira: Wrong?

Sheryl: He was gone EXTRA long that time, and I was really mad at him for leaving us for as long as he did. Mom thought he was somewhere getting drunk, but...he doesn't even drink! I dunno why she would say that about him.

Nigel: She's only human, Sheryl...

Sheryl: What's that supposed to mean?

Nigel: Never mind.

Akira: You sound like Slade.

Nigel: *he considers Akira's words* Thanks for the insult.

Akira: Ha ha.



Misfortune's Patience (Unfinished)



Renewal Irritates Misfortune Through Forthright Proding, And An Objectively Bigoted Observation



Renewal: Just answer the question.

Misfortune: *sharply* The bitch hasn't summoned me for any noteworthy reasons as of late.

Renewal: That's not what I asked.

Misfortune: A heart that cherishes only satisfaction and nothing more is a heart best torn from its cage and thrown to the fodder.

Renewal: So this matter not only angers you, but indirectly distorts your perception of our livestock as well?

Misfortune: Just WHAT IS IT that you so painstakingly SEEK after?!

Renewal: This is cute...

Misfortune: Then by all wrought from the hands of man, SPARE ME this insistent proding of yours!

Renewal: Does she annoy you this much on a regular basis?

Misfortune: Stop being a damndable wall...

Renewal: I've always had an eye for the "observant admirer" in you. It's really unerving to you that she would never take you to her side...unless...

Misfortune: Please stop.

Renewal: It's cute because despite all that you know of her, still you would willingly offer yourself to her in the hopes of accomplishing such unseemly goals, all of which are skewed beyond reason.



Impracticality



A Ignorant Remark Insults Slade's Intelligence



Slade: Have you ever noticed how much they sell these things for? They're pretty sturdy, I'll give you that. But since the metal's rarity is nowhere close to how much of a pain in the ass the weapons are to carry around, they come pretty cheap.

Katherine: So?

Slade: So there's no point in lugging one of these around with us if it's just gonna slow us down.

Akira: Too much for you to carry? Haha.

Slade: No smartass. What I'm saying is that in the time it would take to get used to wielding one of these, we could just forget it and take the guy's boots instead. I've seen nephar's work their asses off trying to amass a bunch of these kinds of weapons...



You Only Live Once In This Rotten World (colorless) (Unfinished).



Nigel Becomes Aggravated About Punk's Akward Studying Of His Mother, And Confusion Arises



Nigel: *to Punk* ...Before things even get to a point where all the city's residents start complaining about how there's a shortage of food going around, she's already awake before the sun even rises, out in the plains slaying our next meal. She been training her mind and her spirit almost every day; at least, that's what it seems like. I wake up early enough to go and see her practicing some-odd distance from the city gates. It takes a fool to totally ignore the focus and stamina she strives to maintain when she takes me out there to slaughter the angels we encounter and...well, let's just say that it's a REALLY dirty job.

Ryan: Doubtlessly.

Punk: So what are you tryin'a say man?

Alma: Ugh...

Punk: Huh?

Nigel: Too much to take in? Okay then. Lemme be a little more BLUNT.

Akira: Ohh shit... *he smiles in anticipation*

Nigel: If I ever catch your PUNK ASS walkin' around stalkin' my mother again, I will PERSONALLY meet you at your home one day, and give you such a beating that would make The Father of Death Himself shudder...

Punk: ...Say WHAT?!?!

Shila: *to Punk* Ohh you stupid, stupid cat.

Punk: Huh?

Shila: Do you not even have the brains of a noble's chamber maid to be even able to understand a simple form of rebuke?!

Slade: "SIMPLE" rebuke???

Akira: More like a fluggin' haymaker, ha ha.

Nigel: *to Punk* Next time I see you pullin' that shit, I'm gonna rip your fucking eyes out of your skull, and SWALLOW them whole.

Sheryl: Wh-...what???

Katherine: Whoa.

Slade: 'Ey 'EY!

Nigel: If you can't understand that, then words are simply lost on you. You think I wouldn't?

Slade: Chill out man. Damn...

Punk: Dude, you think I do that 'cause I'm tryin'a be some kinda PERVERT???

Nigel: You heard me once, fucker...

Slade: Would you just STOP already?! Jeez, get a grip.

Nigel: Oh really?

Slade: Uh, YES?

Nigel: In which eye socket?

Ryan: Oh my...

Akira: Dude, seriously. If that's how you get whenever folks start talkin' about your mom, then damn...

Nigel: Pfft.

Sheryl: Seriously Nigel, that's not what he was doing.

Nigel: Then what IS he doing when he does that?!

Katherine: Oh my GOD you're crazy.

Nigel: *to Katherine* CRAZY? Oh that's golden Kat, ESPECIALLY coming from YOU. You got the insult downpacked. What's stopping you from bringing on the injury?

Slade: Man, what hell is WRONG with you?!

Shila: He iz paranoid.

Nigel: WHAT DID YOU SAY?!

Shila: You CANNOT just go around telling people thingz like this, do you understand?!?!

Ryan: Hopefully.



Taking His Stand, Defending His Mother...



An Akward Apologetic Explanation Bears Little Fruit



Alma: Well, it looked like...

Sheryl: ...Like...?

Alma: ...Like he was trying to defend his mother...

Sheryl: Huh?

Alma: I know it sounds weird! Really!

Sheryl: No, you're fine. I'm just not really sure of what you mean by that.

Alma: He had this look on his face like he was..."taking a stand"; "being resolute" - I don't know how to describe it.

Sheryl: ...? Oh! So THAT'S what you mean!

Alma: ...What?

Sheryl: You mean that he got serious about it.

Alma: Yes! Yes, that's it! Thank you! Hoo boy. I didn't think I was making any sense just now!

Sheryl: It's alright Alma. You just need to slow down is all.

Alma: Right! Right. Hey, I'm sorry...

Sheryl: Um, there's nothing to apologize about?

Alma: Oh! Sorry...



Sheryl's facial expression turned awry.



Alma: But anyway...um... What were we talking about?



(Author's Note: Alma is often crushed by family stress.).



My Love Can Swallow Him Whole (colorless) (Unfinished)



A Mother's Rather Predatory Observation



Chanda: Observe him...



[scenic narration of Nigel's behavior]



Chanda: He is excited.

Wolven woman: Excited? About what?



[narration conveying how Chanda crouches down low, and how her conversation partner seems to have become slightly uneasy at her abrupt movements let alone her sudden, deep inhales, which are quite audacious]



Chanda: Even now he sees little meaning in expressing the fullness of his emotions. Common.

Wolven woman: Really? But to what end? I doubt I could find any manner of reverence in such a careless child if I even took the time to scry him so very deeply, yet you would have me believe he harbors feelings of...of...

Chanda: He is neither rebellious nor emotionally constrained.

Wolven woman: Hah! I doubt it.

Chanda: Quick tempered and slow to learn, yes.

Wolven woman: My point proven.

Chanda: ...He relies on his emotions far too often. However, it is not as though I always MIND this...minor discrepancy...



A Human Mind is the Healthiest Mind (colorless) (Unfinished)



A Moment Of Callous Ignorance Bears Disrespect



Ryan: Slade...

Slade: What?

Ryan: Consideration. That is all I had in mind to mention.

Slade: Well, shit. You pull out all this other stuff like we're sittin' here discussin' politics or somethin'. What do you expect a guy to think?

Ryan: It is not a matter of expectance, and...

Slade: Whatever. Look, you go yammerin' about some half-baked, 'poetry' shit or whatever to some of these softies out here, they're liable to start 'considering' how they're gonna pay off their debts outta YOUR pockets, see...

Ryan: Um...

Slade: You best wake up an' smell the manure, cat. This is RE-A-LIT-Y! An' a low down piece of bottom-feeder scum ain't tryin'a HEAR about your 'art collage' y'see...

Ryan: I think you have it wrong, my friend...

Slade: Dude, we're NOT in a hall. You ain't gotta get all FORMAL n' shit on me. Where'd they even TEACH you that faggot ass crap?

Ryan: ...

Slade: But no worries, ha ha! 's not like it makes much of a difference anyway. SO! Where're you headed anyway?

Ryan: ...The museum.

Slade: THAT dump? Well whatever. 's your life. But naw, keep me posted on that shit, y'hear?

Ryan: It is not~



(Author's Note: "Not giving a fuck" is the default...)



Chanda and a Malevolent Angel (colorless) (Unfinished)



A Simplified Supposition Spurs Chanda To Infuriation



Malevolent Angel: Whether in stature or in status, your son Nigel is but another human, forced into subjugation by way of no more than the eyes of his peers. Man and his continual covetous lust, tearing down all that he himself has wrought. That you even suffer the indignance of the very PRESENCE of these fools is beyond comprehension. That is, the comprehension of another mortal...

Chanda: CEASE THIS TRICKERY AT ONCE, or I will TEAR you!!!

Malevolent Angel: (sigh)... That we share the same goal is not even enough for you. Such a confused one you are...

Chanda: To rip through and gore each and every last one of you is a task all too satisfying in my search for the truth. One wretched abomination shall not deter my blade from meeting all others LIKE it. You've chosen to converse with a lioness all too aware of your inherent fallacies. And to confide in her is as sure an acceptance of death's embrace as any! Spew no more. Anything else coming from that mouth of yours should be a vomiting of your own intestines! Make yourself scarce, or be torn asunder...



Inadvertent Disrespect (colorless) (Unfinished)



Ryan's Needless Enthusiasm Is Deflected By Punk's Casual Demeanor



Ryan: ...Don't worry too much about outside criticism. There are going to be those who will disapprove of the work, perhaps because of a misinterpretation. You haven't much to fear from making your work public. Express, and freely. It makes us who we are.

Punk: ...You don't have to tell me that, dude.

Ryan: Oh. Well, uh...I guess I'll be going then.



Rated Mature



Yes ma'am - Informed vs Uninformed



A Nephil's Wildly Irrelevant Discourse Leads To A Warning About Joy's Ravenous Hunger



Informed Nephil: Okay man. Lemme break it to you a little slower so you don't get lost in the sauce again.

Uninformed Nephil: ...What???

Informed Nephil: That guy - the... "thing" that I heard this from - he ain't your average customer, see? I mean just LOOKIN' at how fluffy and soft the guy is would make you wanna hug h...--?!?!

Uninformed Nephil: Make you wanna hug...what???

Informed Nephil: Oh hell...

Uninformed Nephil: What???

Informed Nephil: Dude, you're makin' me friggin' CONFESS this shit like I'm really tryin' ta make Her think I'm some kinda--

Uninformed Nephil: You've lost me...

Informed Nephil: (sigh)...Look...

Uninformed Nephil: *flatly* What?

Informed Nephil: Mom...is fucking WATCHING my ass right now...

Uninformed Nephil: ???

Informed Nephil: ...and I think She's gettin' really ticked off at the fact that I was even snoopin' around as hard as I was when I came up with all this sh--INFO, y'know?!

Uninformed Nephil: No I don't know.

Informed Nephil: No? Oh well. All I gotta say is that if you wanna gaurantee that you'll so much as wake up IN YOUR RIGHT MIND tomorrow morning, you'll heed my warning 'bout that beauty, 'cause if you don't, she will LITERALLY hunt you down, kidnap you, and - once she's got you all nice full o' eats - fellate the SHIT outta you, and in the end of it all, she'll corner you, take you down, and, if she's in the mood, take you in hand, and swallow your ass ali--



[narration where Joy enters the scene. Convey the nature of the abrupt end of the "talker's" conversation, where he puts his head down, and seems frightened. Convey the nature of how Joy approaches him, and the nature of his reactions to her when she stoops down to whisper into his ear, saying:]



Joy: Oh don't worry. After all... *she whispers into his ear* ...you're necessary...



(Author's Note: I want that story to be a very funny one.^^ Also, it takes place in Akira's reality.)



Heaven Take Me (colorless) (Unfinished)



Ryan Willingly Sacrifices Himself Before Renewal



Ryan: I would've thought...to present...something else to you...

Renewal: What are you~!

Ryan: ...but there isn't much...in our world that would be...more befitting...for a god...



[narration conveying Renewal's slight irritation]



Renewal: So then I should be lead to believe that you would give us~

Ryan: ~More...



[narration conveying Ryan's continual self-injury, and Renewal's shock]



Ryan: Maybe... Maybe this isn't quite enough...

Renewal: Wh-... Why do you~!

Ryan: To an extent, I've always believed...that my people...were always...the most palpable of them all. *he whimphers slightly* Surely there's no...dishonor...to be judged of this, is there?

Renewal: So on a fool's errand you would carry on this pitiful display of overly dramatized~

Ryan: Your beauty is immeasureable...

Renewal: Pick yourself up and cease this nonsense.

Ryan: Even though we die......; Even when we cry......; ever do you remain here...with us... Ever does your strength remain...



[narration conveying how Renewal is taken aback, watching as Ryan continually sheds his own blood]



Ryan: Perhaps...I should reconsider now...

Renewal: STOP!



(Author's Note: Ryan's death isn't final here.).

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That's all for now. I can't make this journal any longer, lol...