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Losing Time

The clock has stopped.

There’s nothing
To wind
Me up
Again.

Time
Slowed
Down.
Until the clock
Came
To a stop.

Time
Unravelled
But its
Secrets
Stayed
Away
And the
Love
Hope
Feelings I had
Have all
Gone away.

Fix me
     If you can
           If it’s not too late for that
                 We’ll be gathering dust
                         In the corner…
Me and my broken heart.

I don’t want to
Live
With no reason left
To give
I need
Hope
To help
Kickstart…
Me and my broken heart.

I want to live
While I can
And do
What I love
And who cares
If my future
Is grey.
I just know
That I can’t
Live
Like
Clockwork
And throw
My feelings
Away

Without

Anything

To rewind me

So give my life
Colours
So I can
Keep living
And who cares
If I throw
My future
Away.

Please
Give me hope
To help
Me
Kickstart…

Me and my broken heart.

Fix me 
    If you can
          If it’s not too late for that
                  In the meantime
                        We’ll sit
                                  And wait
                          In the corner…

.Me and my broken heart. 

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Posted by on 29 October 2014 in Banzaï

 

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Encounter

I woke up, not remembering exactly when I had fallen asleep… Allana had been worrying about elephants so we sat at the edge of the desert while she thought. 
I sat up and Nanika fell onto my head from god knows where and sat on it. Allana was looking at me strangely, “When did the little red faceless being get eyes?” 
Nanika… has eyes?”
As it jumped down I had to admit that yes, there were eyes on its once faceless face. “Huh”
Weird things kept happening…
Getting up I stored my armour and other stuff in my inventory where it would be almost weightless. Which reminded me that I still needed to go through mother’s stuff. I stole her inventory (there was no way I’d have enough money to buy my own) and her things were still there. My shield I put in the “fast equip” space, it was a standard inventory so I could put three things maximum there. After some reflection I decided to add my armour in a group (which made it count as one) and a dagger (which unfortunately couldn’t go with my armour). “Well, we should get going right? How long can you run?”
Allana looked startled “longer than you and faster too, I guess if you could run for a day we could get back to the guild safely but-”
“Hey you don’t know me! Stop making assumptions. I can run fast for a whole day, any more I’d have to run slower and stop to eat but I could do it!”
“Well then let’s do it.”
So we ran across the desert until we bounced off a wall that wasn’t there and were sent sprawling. Nanika went forward and tried to walk through the invisible barrier, it couldn’t understand and was wondering “what went bump?”
I immediately equipped my shield which felt rather futile seeing as we were surrounded by one (it flashed a bit when Nanika kept bumping into it) but you never know…
“A trap!” Allana spit. Then she cussed under her breath, I kind of hoped she was muttering a spell to get us out but nothing was happening so either she wasn’t a very good mage or she was swearing. I preferred to believe the latter. 
Then I remembered I had armour so I equipped that as well. And the knife. Just in case. 
“That’s some nasty piece o’ work you got there” frowned someone from above. She looked young but she was taller than I was. There was an empty sheath on her back, she wore an orange shirt and brown trousers and her hair was like sunrise. Her sword gleamed by her side in her hand which had gold tattoos on it. Her feet were bare. 
“Who are you?”

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………………………………Whoisthismysteriouscharacterunderthecherrytree…oopsspoilers……………….

I won’t hide it, I am very proud of that drawing!
Then about the story, it follows on from Tiny Demon – Part 2 (on which I messed up the link and I’ll probably mess this one up too and I couldn’t get it up anyway) which in turn follows Part 1. Thank you Michael from Hypothetically Writing for inspiring me to write a series 😉
It seems watching mangas and reading anime (or is that the other way around?) has influenced my subconscious and I can now draw ok-ish manga style… characters?
I’ve always loved drawing which is kind of pathetic when you see how I normally draw but it seems to be improving ^^ . This may be a bit disproportionate but it’s easily the best I’ve ever done!

Sayōnara, have a good week!

 
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Posted by on 26 October 2014 in Banzaï, Tail of a Demon

 

Tiny Demon – Part 2

I waited with my hand outstretched. The little red people looked at me quizzically (as much as a being with no face could) and then one came forward to inspect my hand. Satisfied with the result he climbed up on it and said “ne?”
“I need to find the Dana” I replied.
Suddenly he jumped off as if my hand was scorching hot and they all stood protectively over the fire screaming “Dana Dana Dana!”
Coming to my rescue Allana came up “We don’t have to take all of it, just a bit.”
Then they calmed down and I noticed we might have a problem so I asked “Is there any chance one of you could carry it down with us?”
At which point they all looked at each other and pushed one forward. Looking rather down, this one took a bunch of fire stones in his arms and started walking away. So we followed it all the way to the village and defended it when it was called a demon and sentenced to death. It obviously didn’t want to go back so I decided it could stay with me. I named it Nanika.
Suddenly Allana was looking weirdly out into the dusty landscape. “When did our elephants leave?”
“Oh, that…”
Even squinting I couldn’t see past the desert…
“Ah, yeah that might be a problem…”

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Ok so I don’t have any wifi but I just remembered I have this awesome thing called 3G that I have 50MB of! So I decided I was going to post this anyway and see how much it takes.
New picture! (Because you can’t write a manga without pictures).
This is part two as you can see so you can read part 1 here! I wanted to make it last week’s speakeasy but I missed the deadline ^^’
I’m keen on making this a speakeasy series (like Hypothetically Writing’s Hadley’s Story which was amazing 🙂 ) so look out for part three (maybe under a new name) next week!
Link to the next one!

 
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Posted by on 22 October 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy, Tail of a Demon

 

Tiny Demon – Part 1

She looked down at me, tall, ominous, clad in silver armour and confidence, her long obsidian hair catching the breeze and her fiery eyes blazing at me. “Is this your first time?”

And there I stood beside her, small and trembling in thick leather armour. My shield, which was almost as big as I was, was strapped on to my back in such a way that I could easily pull it in front of me. My short white hair stuck up in spikes and my face was pale. My bright blue twinkling eyes were full of fear at that time when I looked up.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

 

I had arrived at the guild two days before with nothing but my clothes and my shield. My sharp ears and fangs caused a lot of trouble when they were found and I was sent on a mission to prove my worth. Allana came with me. I would have appreciated a kinder person.

 

I nod. There was no turning back now.

“Into the cave, kill any monsters that could be lying around and come out with some of the sacred Dana. How bad could it be?” She said. Then she smiled reassuringly and I had to grin stupidly back. But I guess she didn’t mind seeing my fangs.

“Stay close behind me” she warned as her long thick sword materialised in her hand, “you never know what you might find”.

We crept into the cavern, all senses alert. It was so quiet and there was an eerie flickering light in the back. All we could hear was our breathing. Actually especially mine.

There didn’t seem to be any monsters but then I had never seen any real monsters. I imagined them to be big ugly beings and my fingertips kept twitching, ready to grab my shield. There was a slope with fire above. “Monsters are usually afraid of fire. Unless they’re very strong but I don’t think this is the case here or someone would have noticed.”

So up we went. There was indeed a fire, fuelled by glowing red stones that seemed to be its inextinguishable source. And all around this fire were little red people, with sphere heads, a cushion-like body and tubey arms and legs, not unlike the green ones I had met near my old home. They were harmless really but they tended to attack however they could when they felt threatened and seeing how close they were to the fire I could easily guess how they would attack. So before Allana slashed her sword I hooked my fingertips under the edge of my shield, pulled it over my head and planted it firmly into the ground in front of me all in less than a second. So fast that Allana almost hit it with her sword.

Sure enough they were throwing the fire at us but they soon stopped, realising that it wouldn’t work. I peeked over to see them standing in a circle, speaking excitedly in their squeaky language; they were looking for a way to make us go away, they were annoyed that we didn’t burn. I knew that although they didn’t understand our language, they usually understood the general meaning of what you try to tell them. “Let me talk to them.” I asked Allana.

Stepping around my shield I spoke to them: “I don’t want to hurt you, I just want to find the Dana.”

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Ok so this was meant to be last week’s speakeasy entry but then I hadn’t finished the drawing and then I missed the deadline and I thought “oh well, no rush now” so I’m only putting it up now…

I’ll miss this week’s speakeasy too if I don’t write something today ^^’

I hope you like the drawing. I’m very proud of it since I can’t draw much especially not people but I think this was ok 😀

You can read the next part here 🙂

 
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Posted by on 19 October 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy, Tail of a Demon

 

DS- Chaos

The cockpit is rattled by a nearby explosion. A fraction of the chaos outside appears on the monitor. Muffled sounds of whistling shells and the crack of massive guns resonate throughout. Sweat droplets sparkle on the visor of my helmet, my breathing is heavy, and I fight to control the trembling of my hands on the joysticks.

They came out of nowhere. Mere hours after we lost contact with the moon, the massive fleet was breaking through the atmosphere. Of course, we were armed. The fleet situated the moon was a mere fraction of what was stationed on Earth. Our assailants’ arsenal rivalled if not surpassed the size of ours, but it’s our home we were defending, and we quickly grew desperate. The nukes soon started to rain upon the enemy. During the scramble, the order was “no mercy, whatever happens”.

All of the American fleet was upon them, and Europe’s vanguard was hours from the front line. The orbital fleet will start firing any second now. Meanwhile, we’re out here on the ground, to make sure these things don’t go anywhere. It’s not an easy fight, but one I’m determined to see through.

I launch my mech into the air, through the smoke and the chaos, take aim at the blurry shapes in the distance, and squeeze the trigger. My target explodes in a mix of metal, circuits and flesh. Whatever it is we’re fighting, they’re also using mechanized armours. Some of them seem to have four arms….

I land hard on the destroyed torso of another friendly mech, noticing the black edged hole through the cockpit. “Rest in peace, mate” My teeth are tense as I spit the words out.

A quick, repetitive beep resonates out of the console. The kinetic sensors. Something hits the left side of my mech, tipping me to the side. I turn my armour back to face my aggressor. A three eyed armour is walking towards me, a strange contraption in hand. He points it towards me, and the barrel starts to glow. A gun.

I press a button. The handle of my attack dagger slides from its sheath. I yank it out with my mech’s right arm, activate the rear thrusters, ejecting my valiant suit towards the enemy, and thrust my blade into the thing’s head. A flash of light erupts from the strange weapon’s barrel.

The next sight I see is the thing’s lights flicker and fail through the gaping hole in my cockpit plating, half of my vision obstructed, probably by my own blood. The right joystick my hand was holding is gone, replaced by a scorching combination of metal, fibre and flesh. The pain hasn’t hit me yet. I doubt it ever will. My body feels more and more numb as a dark liquid gathers on my pedals. What’s left of my vison blurs and goes dark.

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Sticking to my action/sci-fi/dystopian roots for this first foray into Speakeasy 2.0. Hope you guys liked it. Comments much appreciated!

 
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Posted by on 12 October 2014 in Dragonspark, Speakeasy

 

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Small Dirty Things

“I tried to forgive them. I really did you see? But it was just too much, you can’t just disrespect people like that, spit on their face y’know? That just ain’t right. That’s what did it really. I swear I woulda let them go but I couldn’t then see? It just weren’t possible what with circumstances an’ all. Nah, better like that I thought. Nice and clean, don’tcha see? Neat, I thought. There weren’t no other way. I only wish I coulda give them a proper burial only I couldn’t then, ‘cause I had no time, I knew they’d come after me an’ I knew that they couldn’t understand. But you understand me see? Couldn’tcha tell ‘em when they come? That they made a mistake see and I’m an innocent man I didn’t have no choice…”

Deep in her heart Millie wanted to feel some sympathy for this man who had gone through hell like so many others, but this man had come late in the night and it had been pouring and her feet were wet which was the most horrible sensation she could have and she only had two shoes and no socks. Millie had already swept the old inn despite the fact that the man was still there and yet he still sat there alone with beer in hand, talking to himself. Of course he thought he was talking to her but Millie knew better. He was explaining his troubles in hope for forgiveness, for a sign that not all was lost but the girl didn’t care anymore. So Millie sat on a bar stool and stared into the fire while the man poured all his worries into his pint of beer that didn’t seem to be getting any smaller with the time until she realised that the stranger was no longer talking. She turned around just in time to see him disappearing up the stairs.

She was tired of her life. She couldn’t remember a time when she hadn’t been in the small inn or its surroundings. It was so hidden away that the only people that came were lucky thieves and wanted men. The only honest man Millie had ever known was her father but even he was not the best of role models. “Maybe tomorrow.” She told herself. “Maybe if tomorrow an honest man comes in I’ll leave with him.” But the following day no honest man would come nor the day after that until she took a horse from a dishonest one with a bundle of clothes and food and ran away. She found a road that led her to a town and used all the men come to the inn had taught her to make a living until she had to run away, back to her inn. For there were not many wanted women and she knew what they would do to her when they found her. So she went back to her inn and her father and her traitors and she understood them all. She knew how you had to make choices in life and she was now aware of the consequences. She did not judge men by what they said rather than how they said it. And she kept waiting for that honest man to come and take her away, knowing that he would never come. Daringly defying her fate.

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A little story for you 🙂

Life is long and tedious and boring at the moment. Maybe the one interesting thing I can say (that I forgot to mention last time) is that the third part of our joint story with DS is out if you’d care to take a look for those that haven’t already. Here it is: Lions and Ravens! I hope you like it 🙂

 
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Posted by on 7 October 2014 in Banzaï, Speakeasy

 

DS- Announcement, thank you, and sorry

This post, dear reader, is going to be an announcement, a thank you, and an apology at the same time.
The announcement is that, as of yesterday, I’ve basically become the blog manager for my school’s student newspaper. In that club, the whopping 8 of us were content creators at heart, so we weren’t satisfied with the mere 4 full-fledged issues/year. The little background I’ve built here for the past five months allowed me to put a solution on the table: Make a blog, and we did.
This brings me to my second point. I have thanked you all many times in the past, and will likely continue to do so in the future, but this time is a little bit special. Today, I thank you not only for making me a better writer, but also for giving me the know-how to function WordPress, and on the Blogosphere as a whole. These skills may be more useful to me than I know.
Now, you might be wondering what I want the apology to be about. Well, the thing is, with Homework becoming increasingly hard, another blog to manage, and finals creeping in the horizon, I find myself with less time to write. Now, rest assured, I will do my best to share all my short pieces with you all as often as possible, and to read yours as well, but it won’t match the intensity of my involvement during summer break for example.
So, thank you, sorry, and see you ‘round! 😉

 
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Posted by on 3 October 2014 in Dragonspark

 

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