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Asterisks = Author's Favorites. Brackets: Genre
Titles in Alphabetical Order:
*12 Billion Eyes [Drama]
A Realistic Fighting Cartoon [Prose, Experimental]
Ad Council [Humor]
The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and the Pillsbury Dough Boy [Humor]
*Alight Romance [Romance]
All You Wanted Was a Cookie. [Humor]
Alone Again [TO COME LATER]
Another Misguided Lamb [Humor]
AT&T VS. TMOBILE [Humor, Fanfic?]
*Blood Trails [Humor, Drama]
Brandchael [Humor]
Bunny Cafe [Humor, Murder Mystery]
The Bus is Late [Humor]
Chunks (It's About a Lesbian That Eats Her Own Vomit) [Humor]
*Cookie Clicker: The Movie [Humor, Script]
The Corner of Carl's Jr. [Humor]
Crab People [Humor]
Ephemeral [TO COME LATER]
*Fladeboe [Xkybo]
The Hash-Slinging Slasher [Horror]
*Hi [Horror]
Himchan Miracle Story [Humor]
Hotel Apocalypse [Humor]
I Gotta Feeling [Humor]
Joker&Bane: Friends4lyfe [Humor, Fanfic]
Mecha-Hitler 2.0: The Infinity Reich [Humor, Sci-Fi]
Megan's Adventure [Humor]
Mint Chocolate Sushi [Humor]
Mushroom Soup [Horror]
*Naruto [Humor, Fanfic]
Only You Can Prevent Wildfires [Humor]
*Oscar [Humor]
Paper Trails [TO COME LATER]
*Samuri the Last [Humor]
Story Title [Humor]
Superman Loves the Sun [Humor]
Tales from the Mushroom Forest
Unrecognizable [Humor]
*The Wonderful World of Wombats [Humor, Informational]
Author's Note
Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Romance. Show all posts
Oct 14, 2013
May 29, 2013
To the Ends of the Earth
October 25, 2024
Time to Impact: One Year
We lay side by side, on a vast emerald field, looking up at the night sky. A gentle wind glided over our thick winter clothes and scarves, running its hand over the fabric to flatten it. Blades of grass swayed with the ebb and flow of the breeze like waves across a viridian beach, occasionally breaking against towering islands of bark and wood. Hand in hand, we floated through a deep green ocean, surrounded by an archipelago of trees that sprinkled their leaves down on us like amber colored confetti, as if celebrating us.
But this was no time for celebration. This was a time for mourning.
Time to Impact: One Year
We lay side by side, on a vast emerald field, looking up at the night sky. A gentle wind glided over our thick winter clothes and scarves, running its hand over the fabric to flatten it. Blades of grass swayed with the ebb and flow of the breeze like waves across a viridian beach, occasionally breaking against towering islands of bark and wood. Hand in hand, we floated through a deep green ocean, surrounded by an archipelago of trees that sprinkled their leaves down on us like amber colored confetti, as if celebrating us.
But this was no time for celebration. This was a time for mourning.
Feb 10, 2013
A Hundred Lifetimes
I was never popular in school. I don't know why, maybe because I looked different from everyone else, being the only Asian in a white-majority school. Maybe because I was awkward and hard to talk to, or maybe because I kept moving houses and never had time to connect with people. Whatever the reason for my unpopularity, the result was as expected. I had few close friends.
As a child with all the free time of youth to burn away but without the friends to burn it with, I was bored for much of my childhood. That is, until I discovered video games.
Hour after hour, I would have competitions with friends made of pixels, driven by artificial intelligence. I would live the scripted lives of characters that existed not in my world, but in a world made of polygons and bits of code. In school, I was a loser, but here, I was a hero in a zombie apocalypse. I was an Italian plumber on a mission. I was the center of attention. And I loved every second of it.
But of course, every second I spent connected to the virtual world was another second I spent disconnected from the real one. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, my social life wilted away while my gaming life turned into an obsession, culminating to the point where I was actually playing my Game Boy during recess in school.
Which was how I met her.
As a child with all the free time of youth to burn away but without the friends to burn it with, I was bored for much of my childhood. That is, until I discovered video games.
Hour after hour, I would have competitions with friends made of pixels, driven by artificial intelligence. I would live the scripted lives of characters that existed not in my world, but in a world made of polygons and bits of code. In school, I was a loser, but here, I was a hero in a zombie apocalypse. I was an Italian plumber on a mission. I was the center of attention. And I loved every second of it.
But of course, every second I spent connected to the virtual world was another second I spent disconnected from the real one. As days turned into weeks, and weeks turned into months, my social life wilted away while my gaming life turned into an obsession, culminating to the point where I was actually playing my Game Boy during recess in school.
Which was how I met her.
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