Anonymous asked: When will you be adding more stories?

Soon hopefully. I’ve been so busy with school I haven’t gotten to finish any stories lately… but thank you very much for asking! It makes me so excited that people want to read more of my stuff :D

Would anyone be interested in reading short stories in a series?

i.e. the same reoccurring characters, the same setting, in a series of short stories. It’s a low-tech futuristic anarchistic society.

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3 of the lastest works (black&white versions) for makka, Key Lime, and Friday ~
S/N: it is freezing >~

Yay! Shidabeeda’s interpretation of the narrator in Monochrome in black and white (how appropriate!). Love her interpretation of the outfit, along with the inclusion of the makeup :) Please check her out because her artwork is incredible.

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3 of the lastest works (black&white versions) for makka, Key Lime, and Friday ~

S/N: it is freezing >~

Yay! Shidabeeda’s interpretation of the narrator in Monochrome in black and white (how appropriate!). Love her interpretation of the outfit, along with the inclusion of the makeup :) Please check her out because her artwork is incredible.

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"The girl in the mirror has evolved years since yesterday while everyone else stood still."

finishing Key Limes’ gal from her short story.

Yay! One of my favourite artists, Shidabeeda (check her out on deviantart or here on tumblr) held a contest recently, and I won! She’s drawing out the narrator from Monochrome.

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"The girl in the mirror has evolved years since yesterday while everyone else stood still."

finishing Key Limes’ gal from her short story.

Yay! One of my favourite artists, Shidabeeda (check her out on deviantart or here on tumblr) held a contest recently, and I won! She’s drawing out the narrator from Monochrome.

TBaHB

Already mad at this one, honestly. Only wrote this one a week or so ago, and (self-)edited it quickly since it’s so short. Don’t really think I said anything worthwhile or new in this one, but here it is.

The Beauty and Her Brother

Her hair dangling out the window always filled me with awe and dread. I knew that soon, she’d turn that bright blue mane to face me, and throw pebbles at my own window until I opened it. And I knew exactly what she’d say.

"Tommy boy! Tommy boy!"

I would pretend I couldn’t hear her.

"Tommy!" She’d whine. "Oh come on, I can see you!" She couldn’t. She had beautiful hazel eyes, but she couldn’t see me sitting in my own room.

After a few minutes of half-praying that she would just give up (she never did), I would come to the window, and she would dive right into discussion.

"Tommy! Any idea when mommy and daddy leave?" Daddy. Like he was hers.

I would grunt and she would pout.

"Tommy, sometimes I think you don’t like me at all! That hurts so much, Tommy. Don’t you love me?"

I don’t know what comes over me. I ought to just not look at her. But I always do, and there is this beautiful, sad, tragic woman before me. She’s calling out for me, she wants to love me, and why am I trying to stop her?

"I do love you." She always makes the words melt out of my mouth like liquid chocolate. Bitterweet and sinful.

I don’t know what she sees in me. I’m a scraggly, pimply young boy. I’d hardly call myself a man yet… Maybe I will be once I can grow a beard. But I don’t know what a beauty like her wants with me.

She has this thin, pretty nose, and these full-but-not-too-full lips at just the perfect height below it. And her hair… neon blue, dyed obviously. But long and beautiful.
Her body is a temple to every god I’ve ever heard of. She has breasts small enough to be perky but big enough to be more than enough to handle. Her waist dips in, and curves back out into wide, plump hips. Her legs are thick but firm, powerfully and quietly dashing down the hallway to enter my room.

"Tommy! Mommy and Daddy already left, you silly!"

I knew. The house was quiet enough. Except the noise of her now lunging onto my bed.

"Lectrina, please don’t yell so much."

She rolled off the bed dramatically and hugged me from behind.

"You just get me so excited, Tommy." This time she purred softly into my ear. I can’t help myself when she does that. God have mercy on me.

"We shouldn’t-" I turned around, but she kissed me on the lips before I could finish.

Her hazel eyes met mine and I saw eternity. This poor, tragic, beautiful woman, her eyes deep and yearning, she loved me.

"We should, Tommy." She looked down and it seemed like I agreed. She gave an impressed scoff. "We really should."

I hate her. I mean, I love her, but I also loathe her. I loathe our condition. But every hypothetical situation I think of where we could be together… I don’t think she’d be there. I hate myself.

I’m opening my eyes and she’s still in my bed. It’s dark out. Did we fall asleep?!

I shake her. “Lec, wake up,” I whisper harshly.

She sits up peacefully, the goddess. Why did I wake her? I didn’t even appreciate how beautiful she was when she slept.

She looks at me sleepily, with a cute, lazy smile. “Yes, handsome?”

My face turns red despite myself. “I think Charlotte and dad are home.” I see a little part of her eyes die when I call her “Charlotte”.

She does a terrible impression of being shocked. I think she wants to get caught. It would be easier than actually explaining. I can’t tell if she’s changing slowly or if my mind is slowing down time.

As usual, she creeps out the-door-that-always-creaks without making a sound. She’s truly a miracle.

But soon after I see her window turn bright, I hear the front door open. Charlotte talks loudly, and Dad mimics. I can’t seem to find quiet in my life since Lectrina came into it. And, lo and behold, over the sound of the baby crying, I can hear tap, tap, tap against my window.

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So here’s my first uneditted piece, written back in July. It was really inspired by this song by Andrew Huang about water and depression. I really tried to get all the signs right, using multiple resources, but I’m still nervous that it’s all messed up. I don’t have much else to say about this piece anymore.

Speechless

I had to tap the table pretty hard to get Joel’s attention; Hard enough the buns on the back of my head bobbled. He deliberately took a while to look up at me from his magazine.
I signed his special “J” to emphasize what I was going to say. Most people were called by their first initial… it was easier than fingerspelling their whole name. But there were lots of pinky-J’s, so I made Joel a pinky-and-ring-finger-J. Joel was a special J.
I smiled and pushed my hands outward in the shape of a roof. “Vacation?” He looked at me blankly. I signed it again, this time with a more questioning face. His eyes had bags under them, like they always did these days.
I grabbed a piece of paper from the notepad I carried around. “Vacation!! You know that sign!” I gave him a nervous smile to show I wasn’t mad at him as I pushed it in his direction.
He sighed and spoke quietly. “I did know that sign.” A heavy silence hung over us. The quiet these days was different than it used to be. I grabbed the paper back. “Well…?”
Joel pushed his cap up and rubbed between his eyes. “I dunno, Star, could we afford to go anywhere worth goin’?” He obviously saw my heartbreak when he looked up at me.
"I want do…" I paused as I thought before pulling out my thumb, only to slice it downward and skip my hand along like it was a stone on a lake. "Anything."
He smiled, but only with his mouth. It made me mad. He grabbed my hand and led me away from the table, out of the kitchen, and outside. It was pitch dark out, except for…
Flash, flash. Another, flash, flash. Lightning bugs! Joel smiled, let go of my hand, and dashed back inside, coming out with two big mason jars. This time he smiled with his eyes.
We were swift and silent as we caught them. Joel hardly ever laughed, but he had the biggest smile when he was truly happy. This distraction let him be the happiest I had seen him in weeks.
We used to catch fireflies all the time as kids. He was one of the only kids in the neighborhood who really hung out with me. Sure, a lot of kids were begrudgingly dragged over by their parents so I’d never feel “left out”, but that was hardly a substitute for real friends. Joel kept coming over though. He liked the silence between us, even when we were running around and having fun. Silence never had to mean calm with us.
When I ran past him, I couldn’t help but tackle him. He fell to the ground with a soft thud, since the grass and earth were already covered with dew. I smiled so wide tears were coming from my eyes. Joel did his soft wheezing laugh, and snorted a bit. We laid in the grass and caught our breath.
I tapped his arm and placed the bright jar under my hands so he could see my signs.
A finger on my chin, turned sharply. Then, placed in the palm of my opposite hand.
"I miss this."
His smile faded a bit, but he wasn’t sad. He was listening.
My eyes avoided his gaze as I signed again. A finger on my chin, turned sharply. Then, pointed at him.
In a sudden and sharp movement, he grabbed me and hugged me tight. We sat out there, in the wet dark, our jars of trapped glowing bugs strewn somewhere. I was numb more than anything.
But above the soft chirp of crickets and the distant owls, I heard it. Silent as ever, Joel cried. He held me close and for the first time since we were children, he cried. I was dumbfounded, but I hugged him back. Joel was crying.
Crickets chirped. His hat fell off. One of my legs fell asleep, so I moved it, and accidentally kicked one of the jars. A million thoughts raced through my head. A lot and hardly anything happened while we were out there; Time stopped.
Suddenly, he cleared his throat. We both sort of straightened up and shrugged out of each other’s arms. I sat up and looked away. Joel didn’t want me to look at him. His eyes were probably puffy and his nose was probably wet. I stared at the black on dark blue horizon in front of me instead.
"Your aunt will probably start wonderin’ where we’ve been."
I nodded. We stood up. I stared at his chin instead of his eyes.
We picked up our jars and went back inside. I had no idea if it’d been 20 minutes or all night, but the lights were still on. Didn’t mean much, though; Aunt Pattie was a night-owl. And sure enough, she was in the kitchen talking obnoxiously loud as we got close to the screen door.
Joel was slightly ahead of me, but… I grabbed his hand. He looked back at me and we locked eyes. In that moment, more information was transfered between us than words could ever begin to explain. He was going to be okay.
We held hands until the door, and even then, he only let go to hold it open as I went inside.
"Hold on, June! Starlin’s back!" She placed the phone on her saggy bosom as she smiled at us with the beginning of crow’s feet. Aunt Pattie was so delightfully middle-aged. "And where have you kids been?"
I held up my jar of lightning bugs enthusiastically to distract her from Joel’s tear-streaked face. “Well ain’t that cute! Don’t forget to poke some holes in that, dear.”
She turned away and went back to talking on the phone with her friend. They sort of reminded me of sea lions, large and wrinkled, always barking loudly, but happily, at each other.
I held my palm limp as I signed to Joel, waving it back towards me once. “Late.” I smiled sheepishly. I didn’t want him to leave, but his parents were probably worried about him.
He nodded and gave me a smile, with his eyes. “Late,” he signed. We walked to the front door, still open from to the daytime heat. We stopped and hugged again.
"Starling, I…" He shook his head to himself. He looked back up, thinking. After a while, he smiled devilishly.
He snapped his pointer, middle, and thumb together. A swirl of his pointer fingers. Then, one placed in the palm of his opposite hand. “No sign this.” There is no sign… for this.
I grinned, tears in my eyes. I swirled my own pointer fingers, pointed to him, then clasped my thumb and yanked it out of my other hand. “Your signing is shit.” Joel had to giggle a little bit.
We hugged again and he headed down the dark road to his place. I knew he’d like the quiet walk back. I sat down on Aunt Pattie’s porch swing and enjoyed the cool air. I could still hear her from the kitchen.
"Yes, it’s that Masters kids, of course it was! Who else do you ever see her with these days? Did you hear about him, though? …No? …Oh, dear, it’s the saddest thing. His brother, the big tall one? Died. Poor kid found the body, too, out in the woods, after he’d gone a few days. Everybody’s wonderin’ how the kid died, but… honestly, I’m just worried. The father yells enough as it is. And rumor is, they found the body with his daddy’s gun. I’m not saying it’s true, I’m just saying it’s what I heard is true… Oh, I know. I always let him come over, that’s why he’s here so late. Comes to the comfort of Aunt Pattie."
I stepped on a board of the porch that I knew creaked and groaned like a devil. “Oh, June, I’ve got to go.” I heard her click the phone down into the reciever. “Starlin’!”
I braced myself and came inside, making sure each step took as long as possible. “Starlin’, is Joel doin’ okay?” I rolled my eyes. “I’m just always thinkin’, y’know… You two kids spend so much time together… If you need to tell your Auntie Pattie ANYTHING, you know you can, right? …Like if you’d need protection?”
I gave her a sign that’s universally understood, but smirked at her. “Oh, fine, just go to bed. Write it all down in the morning. I’ve got to call up Nancy!”

That night, I fell asleep staring at fireflies in a jar, listening to nothing.

Going Editor-free for a while

Hello all! As I’ve been saying, I’ve been having trouble holding onto consistent editors for a while now, but since I have so much work that I’m dying to publish, I’ll be posting self-edited work here. While I don’t think it will be on par with my peer-edited work, and I will continue looking for editors, this will have to do for now.

I’ve been writing, I swear! In fact, this a character from my still-unpublished story. Her name is Starling, and she was drawn out by the wonderful Dream Cloud. Things to note: She’s signing “hello” because she’s deaf, she has cute lil kitty stockings, and Dream Cloud is awesome. (Click through to original deviantart post.)

I’ve been writing, I swear! In fact, this a character from my still-unpublished story. Her name is Starling, and she was drawn out by the wonderful Dream Cloud. Things to note: She’s signing “hello” because she’s deaf, she has cute lil kitty stockings, and Dream Cloud is awesome. (Click through to original deviantart post.)