Hello! Hello! I’m not dead!
I’m working on a follow-up short story to Under the Cherry Blossoms that is titled Paper Days. I have qualms about writing Paper Days, but I’ll talk about those issues when I post it.
In the meantime, I have more scraps to discard.
Love luscious lured Seresa from her hotel bed, and invited her to run down the hill slope and into a valley not yet tamed nor tampered by people. She could run an asphalt marathon or beat up bullies in the boxing ring, but Nature offered her an unruly challenge and a chance to obtain the masteries locked by agility and fluid life.
Seresa adjusted her footing for each sink into the dirt; bounced off the rock hidden beneath the ground. Ferns and low plants routed her course round and round yet another obstacle. The occasional tree offered a branch low enough to rush three steps up the trunk and then grab; grab and scale the canopy before dancing down to the earth. She scaled a cliff of dirt and roots: five meters in five seconds. She leapt across river stones on just her toes, and swam the spaces against rain swept currents. She chased a deer, and though she could not keep pace, she could veer left to right to left with the beast without losing the wind of her speed.
When her prey escaped her, she stopped and settled hands on hip. She heaved for air, but felt comfortable in her lungs. Exhaustion permeated her, and she shook it off by flexing and stretching her limbs.
Seresa began her journey back to town, wandering haphazardly and seeking the dead.
Life prevailed in this paradise, but so many victors required a sustenance, and Seresa sought out those poor souls: camellias ravaged by deer; a young oak starved by the growing giants around them. She knelt before them, provided her sympathies and listened to the stories they left in the evidence.
She touched what was left of the physical remnants and coaxed a spirit at peace to vacate this world; and the victims consoled left behind green and blue and purple wisps.
Seresa materialized a crystal full of shimmers in her hand, and the stone sucked in each aurora. By valley’s end she gained the magical essence of six flowers and a tree; and at the lip of her mind she wondered which of her clothes she should enchant.
I really enjoy Youtube’s auto-playlist feature. Sometimes I forget about it and it’ll cycle along to vocals I don’t care for.
More often it leads me to some really, really cool Touhou Arrangements.
The Spring of Saigyou Ayakashi, by Dust Box 49/Ziki_7
If you do nothing else; at least listen from 5:30 till the end.
I’ll address how I came across this beauty in a later post ;)
Wheel of Destiny by Dust Box 49/Ziki_7
Eerie, elegant, cool… perhaps a bit threatening?
Sounds like Sakuya =P
Unknown, Little Scarlet by Diverse System/Yanagi
I never connected with the original U.N. Owen Was Her. I found the instrumentation blaring and somewhat painful to listen to. Remixes and arrangements enlightened me to the brilliance of the melody itself, but not even TAMUSIC could hit me with a tune that would stick.
Enjoy this one when you next study :)
I want to bring a different content to the blog… this week… tomorrow… today even… I want to put my ideas on display.
They’re there, in my head… stuck behind self-consciousness, confidence crashes, and depression swings…
When others share their problems to me, I deliver answers cleanly, efficiently, and with great articulation. I bumble sometimes, but I respond to others well. Poke me with the right question, and you’ll receive an answer unique to me.
I want to talk to some of the questions that haven’t been asked; that I want to ask.
Hopefully I’ll have something soon. Positive thoughts!
Enjoy your night :)