Final - The Endless Saga Ch. 1 by Nareion, literature
Literature
Final - The Endless Saga Ch. 1
The police sirens were restlessly following him; he needed to find somewhere to hide. A manhole cover opened in front of him and jumped into it. Thousands of weapons pointed at him, it was a trap. He quickly pulled an small ball from his belt and crashed it into the floor. The light that flashed from it filled the area blinded all the cops as he ran. One shot grazed him, and he fell to the floor. The officers came and handcuffed him, took away all his wares and stood him up. A fat sergeant walked down the street in quick steps that didn't fit him, made him kneel, pointed his gun at his head and pulled the trigger. The crimson stripes appear
The tracks of the tires are the only trenches
that are left in the paths where soldiers march;
as children once dreamt of green and back camouflaged toys,
now they wear it, as dirt, thick brown and gray vests.
Mantles of plastic and steel
shroud from bullets a body of fear
which knows not how to it doom will come
nor whose trigger will fall from.
Pointing and firing, silent commands from a screen
leveling a building with just one button pressed.
What do we see as bodycount, when we left little to see?
What do we see as a foe, when a friend wears the same clothes?
Traces of golden cases,
the shed skin of his bullets,
chunks of gr
So was the story of the day
a day such as is tomorrow
dance and sing and play
this tale is not of sorrow
Clear the voice was heard
as high the pianist soar
the audience as cattle was herd
for an ovation it ended in roar
Little is what we ask of fate
much is what we want from life
but as the perfomer has opened the gate
shouldn't for greatness it strive?
Oh little frightened soul, see the light in your star
doesn't it dwell in your heart the strenght
if needed to reach for that you want, to go so far?
Oh little brave essence, facing yourself as you are
listen to your calling, stand up and walk
we will witness your journey, wer
There's no automail for love by Nareion, literature
Literature
There's no automail for love
A chair hit the roof and broke in tiny pieces, while a big armor was trying to calm down the little blond boy that trew it. It took more than just a tackle to bring the small guy down, but the weight of the sturdy metal was enought to keep him somewhat still.
"Edward, breaking all the hospital furniture won't be of any help" a calm voice said from inside the armor
"Ok, just get off of me Al!" Edward answered from the floor
"Not until you promise you won't attack anyone and nothing else!" Al said
"I promise" said Edward with a faint voice "Now please stand up, you are crushing my lungs"
Al got up apologising, and managed to get
Rockman Fanfiction - Underdark by Nareion, literature
Literature
Rockman Fanfiction - Underdark
Floating among the mist of nothing, a being opens it's red stained eyes; feeling a peace that it doesn't have while the fury still run trough his body. "Is this how it feels?" it thinks, "Is this how it feels to be finally defeated?".
It's body touches an unexisting floor, and suddenly realizes that he has somehow strength, and somehow he is still "him". With this new found strength he slowly steps up, getting more aware of the place. Blocks of data surrounded him, corrupting and reassembling in random patterns, while the glow of the floor resembled to a message that wasn't there. He suddenly felt furious, not being in control wasn't his
-Oh come here, you idiot.
Megaman felt as if all his routines frozen halt as Roll kissed him; the feeling was so intense that the Navi almost fell to the floor. When Roll asked him to search the net, leaving Mayl and Lan alone while she made dinner, he never thought it would be the moment his life changed. There was no one around, the world almost seemed to stop waiting for them; waiting for him to respond.
His lips, freed from Roll's since a long time, resolved to work asking for things that didn't matter at all, but still were needed to ask.
-How, how... -he tootered- Since when you...?
-I don't really know, -she smiled- it grew little
Double Love - Real World Love by Nareion, literature
Literature
Double Love - Real World Love
Mayl was sitting at the river, slowly defoliating a flower while her mind drifted away as the soft wind blown her short hair. Sal, who was passing by, saw the little girl and smiled.
-Nature doesn't give away solutions that easy, you know.
Mayl snapped out of the absence and got back to reality, finding out that Sal, wearing her blue gardening dress, was siting at her side with her usual smile.
-Maybe I can help more than that poor flower.
-I don't think so... -said Mayl trying to hide her secret.
-Oh, come on, give me a try.
-No, really, is nothing; I was just...
-Thinking about Lan -replied Sal quickly
-Yes, NO! I mean... -she stutt
Final - The Endless Saga Ch. 1 by Nareion, literature
Literature
Final - The Endless Saga Ch. 1
The police sirens were restlessly following him; he needed to find somewhere to hide. A manhole cover opened in front of him and jumped into it. Thousands of weapons pointed at him, it was a trap. He quickly pulled an small ball from his belt and crashed it into the floor. The light that flashed from it filled the area blinded all the cops as he ran. One shot grazed him, and he fell to the floor. The officers came and handcuffed him, took away all his wares and stood him up. A fat sergeant walked down the street in quick steps that didn't fit him, made him kneel, pointed his gun at his head and pulled the trigger. The crimson stripes appear
The tracks of the tires are the only trenches
that are left in the paths where soldiers march;
as children once dreamt of green and back camouflaged toys,
now they wear it, as dirt, thick brown and gray vests.
Mantles of plastic and steel
shroud from bullets a body of fear
which knows not how to it doom will come
nor whose trigger will fall from.
Pointing and firing, silent commands from a screen
leveling a building with just one button pressed.
What do we see as bodycount, when we left little to see?
What do we see as a foe, when a friend wears the same clothes?
Traces of golden cases,
the shed skin of his bullets,
chunks of gr
So was the story of the day
a day such as is tomorrow
dance and sing and play
this tale is not of sorrow
Clear the voice was heard
as high the pianist soar
the audience as cattle was herd
for an ovation it ended in roar
Little is what we ask of fate
much is what we want from life
but as the perfomer has opened the gate
shouldn't for greatness it strive?
Oh little frightened soul, see the light in your star
doesn't it dwell in your heart the strenght
if needed to reach for that you want, to go so far?
Oh little brave essence, facing yourself as you are
listen to your calling, stand up and walk
we will witness your journey, wer
Pale as the snow
The bell sounded smoothly while Lan opened the door of the flower shop. When hearing it sound, Sal went to receive her client with her usual smile. When she spotted the orange vest from the other side of the counter, the young girl greeted her friend and making a wave with the hand invited him to walk in. When entering the boy to the internal garden where she raised all the plants of the store, he sighted to the gardener in her blue working suit, which she always whore over her favorite green shirt, tighted to her waist by a brown belt. That view always made Lan ask to himself why somebody so slim and kind didn't seem to hav
Double Love - Real World Love by Nareion, literature
Literature
Double Love - Real World Love
Mayl was sitting at the river, slowly defoliating a flower while her mind drifted away as the soft wind blown her short hair. Sal, who was passing by, saw the little girl and smiled.
-Nature doesn't give away solutions that easy, you know.
Mayl snapped out of the absence and got back to reality, finding out that Sal, wearing her blue gardening dress, was siting at her side with her usual smile.
-Maybe I can help more than that poor flower.
-I don't think so... -said Mayl trying to hide her secret.
-Oh, come on, give me a try.
-No, really, is nothing; I was just...
-Thinking about Lan -replied Sal quickly
-Yes, NO! I mean... -she stutt
-Oh come here, you idiot.
Megaman felt as if all his routines frozen halt as Roll kissed him; the feeling was so intense that the Navi almost fell to the floor. When Roll asked him to search the net, leaving Mayl and Lan alone while she made dinner, he never thought it would be the moment his life changed. There was no one around, the world almost seemed to stop waiting for them; waiting for him to respond.
His lips, freed from Roll's since a long time, resolved to work asking for things that didn't matter at all, but still were needed to ask.
-How, how... -he tootered- Since when you...?
-I don't really know, -she smiled- it grew little
Rockman Fanfiction - Underdark by Nareion, literature
Literature
Rockman Fanfiction - Underdark
Floating among the mist of nothing, a being opens it's red stained eyes; feeling a peace that it doesn't have while the fury still run trough his body. "Is this how it feels?" it thinks, "Is this how it feels to be finally defeated?".
It's body touches an unexisting floor, and suddenly realizes that he has somehow strength, and somehow he is still "him". With this new found strength he slowly steps up, getting more aware of the place. Blocks of data surrounded him, corrupting and reassembling in random patterns, while the glow of the floor resembled to a message that wasn't there. He suddenly felt furious, not being in control wasn't his
There's no automail for love by Nareion, literature
Literature
There's no automail for love
A chair hit the roof and broke in tiny pieces, while a big armor was trying to calm down the little blond boy that trew it. It took more than just a tackle to bring the small guy down, but the weight of the sturdy metal was enought to keep him somewhat still.
"Edward, breaking all the hospital furniture won't be of any help" a calm voice said from inside the armor
"Ok, just get off of me Al!" Edward answered from the floor
"Not until you promise you won't attack anyone and nothing else!" Al said
"I promise" said Edward with a faint voice "Now please stand up, you are crushing my lungs"
Al got up apologising, and managed to get
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Wow, two years with NO UPDATE AT ALL. Kinda something, don't you think?
So yeah, I have been doing lots of things around, had quite lot of boring little stories I could tell. I would do anything for love but I won't do that. Because they are boring. And to tell a story, I could just make up an interesting one from the top of my mind instead.
That brings me to the reason of this journal. To turn it into a request journal. Leave a comment asking me to write something for you. Anything. Fanfiction, original, your OC. Whatever you want. Tell your friend to do the same if you want. The only two rules are:
1. There are no limits in how many requ
Ladies and gentleman, after a two weeks vacation Nare is back on the house, better than ever in 3 years! Now I feel quite optimistic (even if I catch a cold las Wensday and it doesn't fully go away yet [XD] ), and I have a few set ups for my life now, such as:
-Stop lazing around with college; I'll try to get a strict study schedule to get things straight ASAP.
-Get myself to write again. I have been wanting to do it a lot lately but somehow I lacked the creativity.
-*secret -maybe in another update-*
As of now I'll start the bold process of unpacking all the cloths and gift stuff. Being 6 people in the house means a LOT of clothes @.@
After 2 months I'm back with a journal. Not much to say really, life has luckily been quite fair for me lately. College seems to not be so bothersome this time, even when I'm almost taking the same classes again :P
Now I just wait for next week, I'll be 22 next monday! (yeah, yeah, shameless plug XD)
And for all my muslim friends, Ramadan Kareem. (I'm not muslim myself, but that doesn't mean I can't wish people generosity.)