Author and Rapscallion Ch 4 by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 4
Every time. Every damned time..! Lette sulked at herself as she fretted here and there in her small apartment, getting her things sorted and cleaning up a bit to procrastinate, even though it never really killed more than a few minutes anyway.
Every single time they'd met up, he had managed to wile his way out of answering any significant questions. Her curiosity had been as much as anybody's at first, after that first day at the café and the stroll around the park, flickering at the back of her mind like a candle that couldn't be snuffed out. What job was it that he had just quit? Why did he want to quit at all? Had he been in a row wi
Author and Rapscallion Ch 3of? by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 3of?
That day, it was as though summer had settled in all at once during the short few hours they had spent over lunch and coffee at the Tazza. After stumbling over that brief moment of hesitation, Conn had resumed his role of charming stranger with affability and no small amount of exaggerated flourish. He was every bit the courteous gentleman; his choice of words, the way he held his cutlery and espresso cup, the easy way he leaned back in his chair, head tilted to the side, but somehow managing to look formal.
By the time they'd left the café - and he'd been absolutely insistent about picking up the tab, of course - Lette had begun to won
Author and Rapscallion Ch 2of? by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 2of?
The few days between the delivery to the bookstore and going back into the downtown district had made her nervous. There wasn't any real reason to be, and it was beginning to get to her. She had continued working as any self-reliant freelance journalist and hobby novelist would - which is to say, when inspiration struck and stuck around long enough for her to write down more than four lines at a time. Not much progress had been made on her most recent novel, which wouldn't please her publisher, but the local news and review journal had asked for editorials weeks ago.
And they would get them today, for no other reason than because something i
Author and Rapscallion Ch 1of? by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 1of?
They'd met eyes a few times before, probably. Exchanged a couple polite smiles as most people did when they both spent a good amount of time in the small but packed and active business district downtown and thought to themselves, "Have I met that person before somewhere?" She trotted out the door and to the left, back to the telephone pole to which she'd hitched her bicycle.
"Wh--!" Pulling up short, she sputtered in confusion briefly before giving up. She put a fist on her hip and leaned against the building with a huffy sigh.
"I would say 'get the hell away from my bike', but you're clearly not interested in riding away with it beneath yo
Everyone had to pass through this certain ruined city, filled with crumbling walls and ledges and archways, on the way to the next town for their journey. He was waiting there for me, this boisterous kid who was a few years older than myself - - who had always teased me and poked me when I wasn't looking and called me slightly mean nicknames.
I had managed to avoid him for the past two and a half years, though, you see. Because of the gap in our ages, and the traditional time each village sent out its children to make the journey, I hadn't seen him since he'd left. He was fifteen then, and I, thirteen. I remember it well - -
I was standing
Existential Carousel: Dreaming by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Existential Carousel: Dreaming
Every year, students between the ages of 11 and 19 send in their best literary works to a single processing office. This office sorts them by locale, age, and by how much education each student has had .. then chooses no more than fifteen students from each group. To be among those chosen is a great honor - the highest internationally recognized honor there can be.
I was chosen. -Twice-.
Well, okay, it was sort of underhanded. I'd sent in two of my works, one under the name of a classmate who was ill during the time we were supposed to be writing those literary pieces. He wanted the chance, and I didn't think I would mind if that piece was
Author and Rapscallion Ch 4 by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 4
Every time. Every damned time..! Lette sulked at herself as she fretted here and there in her small apartment, getting her things sorted and cleaning up a bit to procrastinate, even though it never really killed more than a few minutes anyway.
Every single time they'd met up, he had managed to wile his way out of answering any significant questions. Her curiosity had been as much as anybody's at first, after that first day at the café and the stroll around the park, flickering at the back of her mind like a candle that couldn't be snuffed out. What job was it that he had just quit? Why did he want to quit at all? Had he been in a row wi
Author and Rapscallion Ch 3of? by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 3of?
That day, it was as though summer had settled in all at once during the short few hours they had spent over lunch and coffee at the Tazza. After stumbling over that brief moment of hesitation, Conn had resumed his role of charming stranger with affability and no small amount of exaggerated flourish. He was every bit the courteous gentleman; his choice of words, the way he held his cutlery and espresso cup, the easy way he leaned back in his chair, head tilted to the side, but somehow managing to look formal.
By the time they'd left the café - and he'd been absolutely insistent about picking up the tab, of course - Lette had begun to won
Author and Rapscallion Ch 2of? by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 2of?
The few days between the delivery to the bookstore and going back into the downtown district had made her nervous. There wasn't any real reason to be, and it was beginning to get to her. She had continued working as any self-reliant freelance journalist and hobby novelist would - which is to say, when inspiration struck and stuck around long enough for her to write down more than four lines at a time. Not much progress had been made on her most recent novel, which wouldn't please her publisher, but the local news and review journal had asked for editorials weeks ago.
And they would get them today, for no other reason than because something i
Author and Rapscallion Ch 1of? by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Author and Rapscallion Ch 1of?
They'd met eyes a few times before, probably. Exchanged a couple polite smiles as most people did when they both spent a good amount of time in the small but packed and active business district downtown and thought to themselves, "Have I met that person before somewhere?" She trotted out the door and to the left, back to the telephone pole to which she'd hitched her bicycle.
"Wh--!" Pulling up short, she sputtered in confusion briefly before giving up. She put a fist on her hip and leaned against the building with a huffy sigh.
"I would say 'get the hell away from my bike', but you're clearly not interested in riding away with it beneath yo
Everyone had to pass through this certain ruined city, filled with crumbling walls and ledges and archways, on the way to the next town for their journey. He was waiting there for me, this boisterous kid who was a few years older than myself - - who had always teased me and poked me when I wasn't looking and called me slightly mean nicknames.
I had managed to avoid him for the past two and a half years, though, you see. Because of the gap in our ages, and the traditional time each village sent out its children to make the journey, I hadn't seen him since he'd left. He was fifteen then, and I, thirteen. I remember it well - -
I was standing
Existential Carousel: Dreaming by Chibi-Pandachan, literature
Literature
Existential Carousel: Dreaming
Every year, students between the ages of 11 and 19 send in their best literary works to a single processing office. This office sorts them by locale, age, and by how much education each student has had .. then chooses no more than fifteen students from each group. To be among those chosen is a great honor - the highest internationally recognized honor there can be.
I was chosen. -Twice-.
Well, okay, it was sort of underhanded. I'd sent in two of my works, one under the name of a classmate who was ill during the time we were supposed to be writing those literary pieces. He wanted the chance, and I didn't think I would mind if that piece was
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Written by someone I follow here on DA. Read it and keep it handy - for yourself and others caught in the throes of suicidal depression.
I have added a lot of words. There is one are two new deviations, and three new items in scraps for you to read if you feel like doing so.
Relating to the three scrapped items:
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Just finished a good book the other night; very close to the end, I found a passage I had to read several times through because it stuck out at me and hit upon something I'd yet to realize myself.
Regarding those who reside in mental hospitals and those psychiatric wards whose doors have a "KEEP THESE DOORS LOCKED AT ALL TIMES" sign upon them, and why they disturb me so greatly:
"(They were) people who didn't have names or weren't known by them, people who nev
Been tagged by ~kasblue (https://www.deviantart.com/kasblue), so here's a journal to prove I'm not dead yet. (or at least not entirely.)
Rules:
1. Post these rules on your Journal.
2. Each tagged person must write 10 things about themselves.
3. At the end, you have to choose and put up ten people that you want to tag, and put them up in your journal. SCREW THE RULES -
4. Go to their page and say "I tagged you!" I HAVE GREEN HAIR!
5. Have fun!
Uno: Been doodling (poorly) since I could hold markers in my hands properly.
Zwei: First drawing I can actually recall being proud of was a drawn-from-reference picture of Sailor Moon. Or Princess Serenity. One of the two. ...
No problem! Linked through , I love how flexible you are, willing to work with requests that catch your interest! Modeling and photography is a great paired hobby, and all of the pictures are so dynamic!