I Am Thou, Thou Art I ch.1 by Hana-Stories, literature
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I Am Thou, Thou Art I ch.1
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
A sharp, scolding voice pulls you out of the peaceful nap you didn't know you were taking. One minute you were in your room studying, and now you're… That was your uncle's voice. He never comes into your room. This must be important.
From your uncomfortable slump over the tabletop you sit up, ready to leap into action if need be. Maybe something is wrong with Nanako? When you are finally aware, it registers that this is not your bedroom. This must be Dojima's office at the police station. The clock on the wall reads close to midnight. Yeah, something strange is going on.
"And here I thought you
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.3 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.3
Just ask where he got his clothes from. That was all Aoba had to do. Granny had always warned him not to talk to people like them, and this was the one instance in which he trusted her judgment (even though that was uncool), but for the sake of fashion, he had to be brave. He wasn’t dumb enough to go alone, however. Ren had become attached to him ever since he invited him to the lunch table the previous day. It just so happened that they were in the same grade but had different teachers. Whenever Ren spotted Aoba in the hallway he would wave. A single day since their acquaintance didn’t provide much time for bonding, but so far th
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.2 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.2
For the first week of school, everyone refused to call Aoba by his new name. Even the narrator. It was annoying and he had to retaliate by ignoring anyone who used his “real” name. There were only two people who called him by his new name, both of them in his homeroom class: Mizuki (of course, always a bro) and his other good friend Koujaku.
Koujaku was the opposite of cool. It cramped his style just to look at the guy. He had braces, and rather than conceal them by keeping his mouth shut, Koujaku liked to request red bands for the brackets, and he liked to talk. The worst part? He talked mostly about video games. Not even the co
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.1 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.1
In past years, he had tried to gain respect by following everyone else’s rules. Dress like they do. Eat what they do. Hang out where they do. Wear what the kids on TV wear. This year, Aoba was not going to gain popularity by being just like everyone else. He was going to be cool - the kind that no one recognizes at first. He had spent a good few days on the computer over the summer looking for everything he would need to gain people’s attention. His allowance was not very high, so he could only afford one thing to start off the new year, but this would be enough.
It was sleek. Bright. Beautiful. No one had ever heard of it at thi
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The moment his gaze locked on to dark, steely eyes that watched him from across the room, it felt like the whole world was falling to pieces. If only it would. If only the roof would crumble right then and there; how simple it could be if the building started to fall. He would never want to see his classmates get hurt, but perhaps it would only crush him and the two figures standing to the side of the dance floor. That would get rid of a few problems.
“Ren, what is it?”
Pyrrha’s inquiry pulled him from his imagination. They were still waltzing, though the pace had slowed considerably. He felt bad for thinking such th
After a long and dull day of school, some free time was greatly appreciated. There was a time when it had been drilled into Jean’s mind that classes were the most important part of his life, but since then he had learned better. All they did was take time away from things that truly mattered. Today he went straight home only to drop off his bookbag and grab his black guitar case, and then he went out again, straight to the hospital. He had visited Marco a lot, but this time he decided to bring more entertainment. Sometimes there were silences, and they made him uncomfortable because it gave them both time to think. He didn’t want
Lusus Naturae - chapter 6 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Lusus Naturae - chapter 6
6. Jade and Nightmares
On the bed is a gathering of soft stuffed animals that provide minimal comfort and no reassurance. No amount of cute posters featuring sparkly-eyed marine life can guard you from the things you see. Once upon a time, sleep was a thing you enjoyed: you would cuddle with those stuffed animals and smile at the Squiddle posters until consciousness was swept away by the prince of dreamland. You could feel the warm sun that your mind produced in its comatose state and you could smell the daffodils and tulips and buttercups. There would be tea parties with stout little people on a table forged entirely of gold with you in the
Lusus Naturae - chapter 5 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Lusus Naturae - chapter 5
5. Rose and Karkat's Delimma
CG: LALONDE.
CG: ANSWER ME.
CG: I AM UP TO MY GANDERBULBS IN HOT, STEAMING SHIT AND YOU'RE THE ONLY ONE ONLINE THAT WILL BE MOSTLY SENSIBLE ABOUT IT. SCRATCH THAT, YOU'RE GOING TO SAY SOMETHING ABOUT DEFECATION AND HOW I NEED A HUMAN GRUB DIAPER.
CG: YOU DO NOT WANT TO SEE ME LOSE MY SHIT. ANSWER ME.
Oh goodness. Karkat is blowing up your Pesterchum and you only saw it just now. Has he run out of tolerance for John?
TT: Calm down, Karkat. I promise not to make a joke about diapers, even if you do sound as if you need one.
"OH YOU BITCH." pops up on the screen, but the grudge is short-lived. It takes him only f
Lusus Naturae - chapter 4 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Lusus Naturae - chapter 4
4. Karkat and Gamzee Acting Weird
The sky is dark. A featherbeast in a nearby tree keeps calling "Who?" and you really wish it would shut up. Warm wind blows past and rustles the leaves of the nearby trees. You've been sitting here for at least an hour, just waiting on the front step of Gamzee's hive. He didn't answer when you first knocked, or when you kicked the door, or even when you started yelling at a window you couldn't really see into. So you've waited. He has to come outside eventually. He's your moirail and you sure as hell aren't going to use John as a substitute forever – he's too smiley and goody-goody.
Trollian hasn't been h
Lusus Naturae - chapter 3 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Lusus Naturae - chapter 3
3. Sollux and the Amporas
If it were any other troll that had to sit hunched over one of these husktops all day, they wouldn't survive as long as you. You've got a tolerance for being stuck in a chair for hours – sometimes even days. It's not even "tolerance" anymore; it's a talent. Codes and sequences are your thing, and they often come before sleep. You are perfect for this job. Sometimes you almost feel proud of yourself... then you remember where it is you work.
Your name is Sollux Captor, and you are an employee of the Betty Crocker Corporation. The difference between you and most other employees is that you make your living in a subdi
I Am Thou, Thou Art I ch.1 by Hana-Stories, literature
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I Am Thou, Thou Art I ch.1
"Hey! What do you think you're doing?"
A sharp, scolding voice pulls you out of the peaceful nap you didn't know you were taking. One minute you were in your room studying, and now you're… That was your uncle's voice. He never comes into your room. This must be important.
From your uncomfortable slump over the tabletop you sit up, ready to leap into action if need be. Maybe something is wrong with Nanako? When you are finally aware, it registers that this is not your bedroom. This must be Dojima's office at the police station. The clock on the wall reads close to midnight. Yeah, something strange is going on.
"And here I thought you
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.3 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.3
Just ask where he got his clothes from. That was all Aoba had to do. Granny had always warned him not to talk to people like them, and this was the one instance in which he trusted her judgment (even though that was uncool), but for the sake of fashion, he had to be brave. He wasn’t dumb enough to go alone, however. Ren had become attached to him ever since he invited him to the lunch table the previous day. It just so happened that they were in the same grade but had different teachers. Whenever Ren spotted Aoba in the hallway he would wave. A single day since their acquaintance didn’t provide much time for bonding, but so far th
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.2 by Hana-Stories, literature
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Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.2
For the first week of school, everyone refused to call Aoba by his new name. Even the narrator. It was annoying and he had to retaliate by ignoring anyone who used his “real” name. There were only two people who called him by his new name, both of them in his homeroom class: Mizuki (of course, always a bro) and his other good friend Koujaku.
Koujaku was the opposite of cool. It cramped his style just to look at the guy. He had braces, and rather than conceal them by keeping his mouth shut, Koujaku liked to request red bands for the brackets, and he liked to talk. The worst part? He talked mostly about video games. Not even the co
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.1 by Hana-Stories, literature
Literature
Aoba's Declassified School Survival Guide ch.1
In past years, he had tried to gain respect by following everyone else’s rules. Dress like they do. Eat what they do. Hang out where they do. Wear what the kids on TV wear. This year, Aoba was not going to gain popularity by being just like everyone else. He was going to be cool - the kind that no one recognizes at first. He had spent a good few days on the computer over the summer looking for everything he would need to gain people’s attention. His allowance was not very high, so he could only afford one thing to start off the new year, but this would be enough.
It was sleek. Bright. Beautiful. No one had ever heard of it at thi
It comes slowly at first
That unquenchable thirst with which
we are all cursed.
Rest your head against a pillow
Pull the blankets and watch them billow
Still it won't do any good
No it won't do much good
So you think you'll make it out all right?
You think you'll make it through the night?
Curl up against a window
Then pretend you're in limbo
Watch them drag you away
Into a dark sleepy bay
Where the shadows play with light
and sorry souls shout in fright
So you think you'll make it out all right?
You think you'll make it through
the night?
They live inside abandoned wells
And tiny little shells
At dusk they ring a bell
Writing Tournament 2011 ~ First Round Closed by Writers--club, journal
Writing Tournament 2011 ~ First Round Closed
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The moment his gaze locked on to dark, steely eyes that watched him from across the room, it felt like the whole world was falling to pieces. If only it would. If only the roof would crumble right then and there; how simple it could be if the building started to fall. He would never want to see his classmates get hurt, but perhaps it would only crush him and the two figures standing to the side of the dance floor. That would get rid of a few problems.
“Ren, what is it?”
Pyrrha’s inquiry pulled him from his imagination. They were still waltzing, though the pace had slowed considerably. He felt bad for thinking such th