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Oct. 7th, 2008 01:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lightrobberI. Am suddenly way too caught up in writing my FFVII epic future fic. I love the plot. I love the ending, damnit. I ADORE the ending I've planned for it. WRY must I have so little dedication to this project? And the Saiyuki epic? And the YGO epic? WRYYYYY???? Y__Y
Not to mention NaNoWriMo. *flails* I need a plot, I need a setting, I need some main characters. alkdghakhgdahgalgh less than a month left to decide on what the hell I want to write about this year. Because last year? Was a 400 words long failure. *woe*
Don't believe me? Here, have a look:
She had to wear black. Always black. And put white lilies in her auburn hair. Even though she was flesh and blood, she looked more like a ghost. She was slowly dying, withering away in front of the eyes of her family.
Like spellbound, every midnight her older brother would walk out on the small balcony above the backyard entrance of the mansion to watch the slender woman restlessly roam around the cemetery. He did not know what was going through her mind and she would never tell, but her path always strayed to the far west side of the burial grounds.
"Seika," he sighed. "Why?"
The young redheaded man had hoped his sister's obsession would pass with time, but it did not. If anything, it had not changed even when their oldest brother had gone missing. She did not seem to even register the fact; she just went on existing in the new way she had found so fitting.
Every day, Seika would stay in her room with curtains drawn and the door locked, and would only leave it at night. It was hard to tell if she noticed anything at all. Ever since their parent's death, she had shut herself away from the world, had withdrawn and hidden herself inside a shell. No one could explain what was wrong with her, neither of the few doctors they had turned to had been able to set a certain diagnose. Though they all had said one thing – she was not physically ill.
Now he was forced to leave her. With the situation on their home island growing more and more difficult and complicated, he had to depart lest he wanted to put his sister's life in danger. Seika was no suitable ruler in the state she was in now and the islanders would spare her life in case of an uproar. Despite their family not being the official rulers of the island for the last century, they still remained the only owners of the entire land and with the ever-growing rumours of their clan being cursed, the threat to their lives increased.
Even if the connection with the continent was not so stable, some of the modern ideas had filtered through. People wanted a new order, new laws and having more power over their own life, even if it was nothing but an illusion. The troubles that had haunted their clan had started rumours and smaller disagreements, and during the hundred years of time, had finally come to a breaking point.
See? That's what kind of crap I was trying to write last year. I had no idea where I was taking this. None.what.so.ever.
Ph34r m3. ph34r the author who wishes to out-trump JKR and her bloody potty.
(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
HAHAHA.
HA.
Can you feel the irony? Can you feel it burn? =/ No? Good for you. >_> )
Not to mention NaNoWriMo. *flails* I need a plot, I need a setting, I need some main characters. alkdghakhgdahgalgh less than a month left to decide on what the hell I want to write about this year. Because last year? Was a 400 words long failure. *woe*
Don't believe me? Here, have a look:
She had to wear black. Always black. And put white lilies in her auburn hair. Even though she was flesh and blood, she looked more like a ghost. She was slowly dying, withering away in front of the eyes of her family.
Like spellbound, every midnight her older brother would walk out on the small balcony above the backyard entrance of the mansion to watch the slender woman restlessly roam around the cemetery. He did not know what was going through her mind and she would never tell, but her path always strayed to the far west side of the burial grounds.
"Seika," he sighed. "Why?"
The young redheaded man had hoped his sister's obsession would pass with time, but it did not. If anything, it had not changed even when their oldest brother had gone missing. She did not seem to even register the fact; she just went on existing in the new way she had found so fitting.
Every day, Seika would stay in her room with curtains drawn and the door locked, and would only leave it at night. It was hard to tell if she noticed anything at all. Ever since their parent's death, she had shut herself away from the world, had withdrawn and hidden herself inside a shell. No one could explain what was wrong with her, neither of the few doctors they had turned to had been able to set a certain diagnose. Though they all had said one thing – she was not physically ill.
Now he was forced to leave her. With the situation on their home island growing more and more difficult and complicated, he had to depart lest he wanted to put his sister's life in danger. Seika was no suitable ruler in the state she was in now and the islanders would spare her life in case of an uproar. Despite their family not being the official rulers of the island for the last century, they still remained the only owners of the entire land and with the ever-growing rumours of their clan being cursed, the threat to their lives increased.
Even if the connection with the continent was not so stable, some of the modern ideas had filtered through. People wanted a new order, new laws and having more power over their own life, even if it was nothing but an illusion. The troubles that had haunted their clan had started rumours and smaller disagreements, and during the hundred years of time, had finally come to a breaking point.
See? That's what kind of crap I was trying to write last year. I had no idea where I was taking this. None.what.so.ever.
Ph34r m3. ph34r the author who wishes to out-trump JKR and her bloody potty.
(AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
HAHAHA.
HA.
Can you feel the irony? Can you feel it burn? =/ No? Good for you. >_> )
