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Under the cover of an extra-large military cap stood an extremely tall, androgynous young male. Brown caramel bangs curved to the right of his forehead along the wavy flaxen-tipped forelocks framing down his cheek. The overhead lights beam glared against his mirrored wraparound shades. The leather cuffs and dark nail polish made his pale skin pop further. In fact, what seemed to make him stand out wasn’t his choice of clothes: a short-sleeve cross-front T-shirt underneath a hooded zip-up long jacket, studded belt looped in his cotton cargo pants, and studded pyramid high-top sneakers—but that he wore all black in a barely ventilated room, with the outside heat index being an unbearable ninety-five degrees. Even so, while there was clearly a small-sized fan on the floor that stood only two long strides away, it stayed untouched and unplugged.
Pressing the iPod connected to a Sharp 2-way speaker, music pulsed and resonated through the room. Only the most avid of anime fans would have recognized the songs of revered Seiyu's playing one after the other: Shiraishi Kuranosuke's ‘Tsuioku Recollection.’ Miyu Irino's ‘Haitoku no Gaijou.’ Seki Toshihiko's ‘Game.’ Kimura Ryohei's ‘Black Sun.’ Souichirou Hoshi's ‘Ashita e Kaeru hi Made.’ Jun Fukuyama’s ‘Dedicate.’ Takahiro Sakurai’s ‘Angel Dust.’ Nobunaga Shimazaki’s ‘JOY.’ Showta Aoi’s ‘Trans Winter.’ and Tatsuhisa Suzuki’s ‘Cage for Love.’ were only half of what appeared on his mixed track. And that’s how it always was. Weekends (which in his opinion, started on Friday) were his days to dance to anime songs; the weekdays were for music artists like Super Junior, Bi-Rain, U Kiss, Exo, TVXQ, BEAST, Bangtan Boys, Usher, and Michael Jackson.  
Letting the rhythm of the songs command his feet to attention as the meaning of the words filled his brain, the hipster’s every nerve had him flooding with striking precision, awing flexibility, underlying grace, and charismatic style; with unceasing stamina he moved his limbs’ extended accessories with each beat—the key rings and chains on his belt loops clanged a separate tune as he bounded; his originality showcasing itself in a surge, submerging himself into a fleeting mix of contemporary meets dubstep, hip-hop, pop, rap and R&B. His only companion a reflective mimicker—or mimicker’s as the case was—followed every move like a ripple-effect.  
After having drenched in over three hours’ worth of sweat, his hoodie drooped to his elbows; he patted his sweaty face, smearing the fragrant wetness on his already damp neck and arms like it was suntan lotion—as did the lone figure of every mirror panel.
Sliding his back against the mirror, he collapsed from exhaustion. His heavy panting left a sweet invisible puffs mingling into the air—the scent of incense or potpourri. As if on impulse, both pieces of his slit spread apart like a folding fan, capturing the dripping beads of salty perspiration surrounding his plump lips. He sighed at the lone multiples seated before him: each one with the same silvery-white speckles on jet-black roots that glistened like water droplets, zigzags parting the left of the scalp and chin-length layers covered by only a few bobby pins. Tiny braided strands twined around two vertical buns sandwiching a waist-length looped ponytail. He saw each of their eyes glowing with frustration over the truth. That there wasn’t an alternate universe in any reflection where an idealized world for him existed. Not with humans.
A short snippet 2
This is supposed to be an improvement from what I had posted a long time ago...So, in this story piece Ryo is about as realistic as he can get in that he's not dancing in the public eye. Yes, it's a bit detailed, one could call it purple prose, but I prefer readers finding out what one looks like and what they're wearing right then, not 30 pages into the story...I say, as long as the main character is oblivious to other characters, then vague knowledge of a character is okay. If the main character knows what a character looks like, then there's no reason why the reader shouldn't know either.

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“Mmmh…” the sound of Ryo’s soft moan made Aristaelé’s eyelids flutter. Her grogginess slowly dispersed as her eyes took in her surroundings. She was in the same unusually large room she had been in before she fell asleep (or passed out?) atop the thick bedspread. She still had on her same clothes and didn’t feel any particular way…except the painful throbbing in her neck. Where stamped there, three puncture wounds—not two, but three—formed the shape of a triangle. Stinging pinches zinged around and into the deeply made marks. At least it was bandaged, she thought, looking at the appointed doctor who already took his bill before patching her up. Ryo was slumbering soundly, his head pillowing against her chest and his heavy body settled over her own; his hair—at its full length—spread all over them like a blanket.
Very carefully Aristaelé raised her arms upward, running her hand along one forearm, idly studying the colorful blends of her skin. As a baby, she had her father’s “yellow” café au lait color, but through the years it gradually darkened into—in her opinion—a mix of caramel and light brown sugar and ground cinnamon. The realization of this “splotchiness,” as she called it, made her self-conscious as she grew older. But for all she knew, being born to dissimilar shaded parents might do that to you when you have in-and-out sun exposure. If only she was one constant hue like her mother’s dark coffee bean skin…  
She flinched as pale fingers began lightly tracing her arm, causing her to jump from her thoughts. Ryuunosuke, who went by many nicknames (Ryo being one of them), shifted himself so he could prop his head on his fist, he gazed down at her face through curved half-open lids.
“Wh-when did you wake up?”
“I’ve been up long enough to watch you drool in your sleep,” he said, leaning forward, his forked tongue threatening to lick the corner of her mouth.
“Eww! I did not drool!” she exclaimed, jerking away and rubbing her mouth to be sure. Ryo lightly laughed, drawing her hand into his and firmly intertwining their fingers. He brought her hand to his mouth and kissed each one of her knuckles. “You’re so beautiful,” he said with hard examination on her face, as if replying to her earlier inner ranting.
“What is it?” Aristaelé asked, the length of his stare causing her to flush.  
Ryo looked straight into her eyes. “You’re just a real work of art, Aeris.” His long fingers combed through her hair.      
“A—a work of what?” Aristaelé forced a chuckle, trying to hide how much his odd sentiment meant to her. “Oh, please…I look like a—I don’t know…a…chocolate desert blend or something…”
“Then that’s the perfect way of describing the connotation for desert.”
That was unexpected. “How do you figure?” Aristaelé asked, eager to hear his answer.  
He smiled. “I await your presence like a child anticipating a treat their parents forced them to wait until after dinner for.” His thumb brushed her cheek, “I look for you like a dieter looks on at cake, hoping to catch a scent of its hot, moist, sweet goodness.” The mischievousness in his eyes glistened with sincerity. The bed creaked as he moved to her other side. “You’re delectable”—he kissed her shoulder—“and mouthwatering”—two kisses moved up the undamaged side of her neck—“and scrumptious”—his arms twined around her waist, tightly squeezing her to him—“and like the debatable argument of the chocolate aphrodisiac, I never get enough of my fill. I love the artistry it tool to make you, Aeris. Your essence overtly stimulates.”  
Her lips parted to speak but nothing came out. The growing warmth spreading to her face marked the evidence to more awkward shyness and a loss for words. Though she might have put what he said differently, he still stole the exact expressions that make up her sentiments towards him. His hand cupped her face, peering into eyes. His lips gently sliding against hers, slowly plunging forth between her shaky gasps for air.
A short snippet
I personally rate this story piece as PG 13...Nothing particularly harsh is going on here, and it's not leading up to anything mature, but just to be on the safe side anyway since it has vampirish themes...

I haven't posted anything in so long...It's been about over a year, hasn't it? Well, this is a new scene and my characters are starting to become more fleshed out...If it's not somehow obvious, this couple is interracial. The girl, Aristaelé, is black and the guy, Ryuunosuke, is Asian. 

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I don't know how to say this...but I need help. Like, serious, emotional help. For my strength as a person. Nearly all of my life I have been a past dweller. And like my mother pointed out before she left I have so much pent up sadness and anger and drama-fueled issues that I still have yet to deal with. I'm afraid to. All of it stems from my childhood...Though billions of people worldwide have gone through so worse things than I ever had...

Reflecting back on my life now, it's why I can still be so cold hearted and passive-aggressive and distrusting and skeptical. Towards my family and my friends--the people who genuinely care about me. I bundle up every bit of detail regarding what they did or said that has hurt me or made me frustrated and I'll throw it in their face. And that isn't right. It's awful and cruel of me...And I never once learned to grow from my painful memories and experiences. I said I would once, but I never made the effort...A few years ago, I would pray...I would pray that God would make me into a better person. Say that I wanted a change in my life, and that I had to let go of everything that stood in the way of that. But here's the thing: I don't know how to love myself; I don't know how to see that God does love me regardless of my own faults and flaws. And although miracles can and do oftentimes happen, there is no way I can ever expect such a change to occur if I don't learn what love is. I just never believed I really could grow into truly loving myself because everything back then has continued to break me and make me so miserable now. 

I try to be a good person...I strive to be a christian. I try to be open-minded and open-hearted. But the way I am now isn't christian-like at all! After being hurt so many times I find it hard to give people second-chances, or believe that people can be sincere...yet I'll half-expect them to give me a second chance whenever I mess up. It's not right...

If I could just let the past stay in the past and let all of these negative emotions go and move forward, I know I could be happy. I just need to forgive and move on...I need to learn to get over myself and stop being so selfish and thinking the world owes me. I need to stop letting what happened to me be my excuse for being afraid. And I need to learn that people are who they are for whatever reason and I have to accept it no matter how hard it is.

I want to be a person who can say "I believe" and let it manifest without having that dreaded pang of doubt cloud my beliefs. I want to make a growing number of life-long friends and not lose any of them because for whatever reason I'm too caught up in my insecurities and remembering past events to realize that they really do need and want me 'here' just as much as I them. I want to be someone worth loving and who knows how to give it in return. I don't want to hate myself anymore or ever again...

I just...need prayer. I really, really, really need some prayer.  

This is alot to ask, but please, please pray for me...


  • Mood: Tearful
  • Listening to: Nothing
  • Reading: Nothing
  • Watching: Nothing
  • Playing: Nothing
  • Eating: Nothing
  • Drinking: Nothing

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Favorite Bible Verse: 1 Corinthians 13:4-8 & 13.

Description (Physical & internal): "She was rather average looking; not anything that she'd deem pretty or beautiful when it came to her looks. But if she liked anything physical about herself, it was the length of her hair and its color.
A shy,quiet,soft-spoken girl with a strangely high-pitched childish voice. She had the sweet kindness of her mother (as she was often told) and the artistic/musical talents of her father (however she considered herself talentless). She was hard working when she wanted to be and was easily forgetful on serious matters. She often made promises she couldn't keep due to her own laziness, forgetfulness, or nervousness.
She was easily angered, yet slowly forgiving and regretful. Her self-proclaimed nickname was "That heart sleeve girl", because she knew her facial expressions were usually that of worry or annoyance around others. But that was probably her loneliness or anxieties showing itself.
Always the one to be a bundle of nerves around people, mainly the opposite sex. She was filled with paranoia, self-consciousness, self-pity, and would constantly critique herself badly. She had many phobias,most of which involved fears of failure,dying painfully, 1)falling in love and 2)not receiving love.
1) because she didn't think she was good enough for it, and 2) because she didn't think that anyone could truly love her despite her flaws.
Which roughly translated revealed her fear of dying alone.
In fact, it was fear that was her main downfall."

Current Residence: Realistically: On Planet Earth...Frequently: In my many envisions of unborn worlds...

Favourite genre of music: Pop, Rock, Techno, Jazz, Latin, Oldies & Foreign languages, bits of Country, Rap, & R&B.

Favourite style of art: Manga/Anime, Illustration, Realistic-ish (comic & game-wise), & Realism.

Favorite artist(s): Jay/Jeff Axer, Patrick “Spaz” Spaziante, Harvey Mercadoocasio, Sanford Greene, Ken Penders, Nelson Ribeiro, James Fry...

Personal Quote: Once you choose to use the blessings bestowed upon you for good, you give more meanng in life.
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