"I'm sorry to cut our conversation so short, Hadar, but I have to leave. School day tomorrow, eh?" Aria smiled awkwardly.
"No problem. I have to get home, too. See you around!" Hadar smiled enigmatically, and continued running the way he had been going before Aria almost crashed into him.
Aria turned, "Bye!" she shouted, before she sprinted away.
Next chapter: A chance encounter between two spirits starts a long and twisted journey. . .
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Friday, December 22, 2006
gigi's novel continued
Aria skidded around a corner and almost dashed headlong into a boy who dashed by at the same time. "Oh! Sorry, I'm so sorry!" she stuttered between gasps.
"No, no, it's fine," he replied. "I didn't think there would be anyone running this late." It was late, Aria noticed. The night sky was dotted with stars in between the husks of cloud.
"My name is Aria. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hadar. Likewise."
TO BE CONTINUED! ! !
"No, no, it's fine," he replied. "I didn't think there would be anyone running this late." It was late, Aria noticed. The night sky was dotted with stars in between the husks of cloud.
"My name is Aria. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"Hadar. Likewise."
TO BE CONTINUED! ! !
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Gigi's novel.
In this world, there are people who walk alone.
Aria was laying on her bead, staring at the ceiling. She had a scrap of paper in her hand that she twirled idly. Suddenly, she got up, her short black hair crackling with static as it pulled away from the pillow. Aria ran down the stairs, jumping the last five. By the door, she grabbed her coat and pulled in on one arm as she opened the door and bust out into the crisp afternoon air.
At times, Aria was seized by the desire to run. Then energy built up in her until she felt like she would burst unless she ran. Her legs stretched taunt and her breath came in puffs of vapor. The sensation of flying came to her, the dream-like feel of godly disconnection. That must be my name, Aria thought. A song of air and tragedy. Leaves swirled down like veils of cloth torn from the wearer's face. And she dashed onwards.
To be continued. . .
Aria was laying on her bead, staring at the ceiling. She had a scrap of paper in her hand that she twirled idly. Suddenly, she got up, her short black hair crackling with static as it pulled away from the pillow. Aria ran down the stairs, jumping the last five. By the door, she grabbed her coat and pulled in on one arm as she opened the door and bust out into the crisp afternoon air.
At times, Aria was seized by the desire to run. Then energy built up in her until she felt like she would burst unless she ran. Her legs stretched taunt and her breath came in puffs of vapor. The sensation of flying came to her, the dream-like feel of godly disconnection. That must be my name, Aria thought. A song of air and tragedy. Leaves swirled down like veils of cloth torn from the wearer's face. And she dashed onwards.
To be continued. . .
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
Hello
This is a subdivision of the three futon rice balls. do not ask why it is named quorky chicken feet. I do not know. Anyway, this is entirley run by gigi, for unsure reasons. Actualy, I know, but I'm not going to tell you. This post has no particular purpose. Actualy, it does, but I'm not going to tell you. Enjor quorky chicken feet.
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