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Sing to Me || A Short Story

Part 1:

Dakota Emmett had done it again. His singles had been hit the top of the charts for years, and this time, it was record-breaking. His crisp strong voice told stories for all who chose to listen. On the charts, he was a pop artist, but I’ve always thought he was an angel. If his voice wasn’t enough, his flowing locks reflected the stage lights out onto the crowd. Of course, you wouldn’t know of that bright, shining blond hair of his because he dyed it neon blue. When it would fade the color would look almost brown. He had it cut by one of the best, it never tickled his shoulders and never fell in his face. And his eyes, oh his eyes, were the color of the sky on a perfect spring day.
I stood in the crowd that day smiling from ear to ear. Because I lived in the same city as him I went to almost all of his concerts. We all packed into the concert hall talking wildly about the handsome devil. Today’s performance was special. If you pre-ordered the ticket you were placed in a random drawing to win a dinner date with Dakota. I smiled looking at all the girls around me. Yes, I had ordered the ticket ahead of time but I didn’t think I would even have a chance of hearing my name called.
Sinking into my seat I got ready to listen to his wonderful voice. I always thought he sang better on stage. Without the effects and splices of sound clips, his singing was pure. The lights dimmed and there was his beautiful face. Cameras circled him and huge screens showed me all the little details of his face. The girls screamed and I bounced up and down in my chair. He sang his hit songs first. As the night went on he started getting to older songs. There were times when I was the only one mouthing words and other times where the hall erupted into off-key singing.
Five minutes were left in the allotted time. Everyone around me shifted. The last note of Dakota’s sound played out and then his smile was back.
“Hellooo everyone,” He showed his perfect teeth off to the crowd, “I would like to thank each and every one of you for coming to see me tonight. Now which one of you lovely ladies gets to wants to have dinner with me tomorrow night?” The crowd whooped and hollered, “I thought so.” He gave a sideways grin, “Now let’s see who the winner is.”
The crowd went wild, shouting into the sky. He reached into a little bucket and pulled out a slip.
“And the winner is, Chance Haytoooonn.” He threw his head back.
I froze in place. That was my name. I had won. The audience cheered. A man with a clipboard walked up to my row.
“Please come with me,” he said addressing me.
I stumbled up and ran after him. We walked down the stairs as the girls watched me. They were all probably planning to kill me. I walked up the stairs onto the stage and paused. There was still a chance I could run away. I didn’t want to be on stage in front of the all the people I beat. Someone nudged me from behind and the momentum sent me running out onto the stage. Seeing Dakota standing that close to me, I stopped in place. I was probably 10 feet away.
He held his right hand out and smiled. “No need to be so shy, come stand over here with me.”
I tumbled over to stand by him and looked up at his beautiful, wonderful face. My face flushed red. He rested his hand on my shoulder.
“Congratulations, Chance, I have to say, I wasn’t expecting any guy to enter, but I guess there was a- CHANCE.”
I tried to laugh but ended up looking down at the stage, my face was most likely red.
“So, do you have anything you want to say?”
I shook my head and stared at my shoes.
He patted my back lightly. “Well then, I’ll see you backstage.”
That boy’s voice, it made my heart pound. After a few minutes, he came off of the stage to where I was standing.
“I’m so sorry!” I yelled as soon as he got near me, “I should have said something, and I’m a guy so that probably screwed you up-”
Dakota rested his hand on my shoulder, his blue orbs looked into my eyes, “Don’t worry about it, I know that must have been hard for you. So for dinner are you free on Saturday around 6?”
“You don’t need to eat with me, I totally get it.” I stumbled backward.
He shook his head. “That’s nonsense, you won fair and square.”
“Saturday then…”
“I’ll send someone to pick you up.” Dakota ruffled my hair gently, “I like the red, by the way.”
Then he disappeared. A piece of my dyed red hair fell in front of my eyes. I watched him talk to some of the producers as he left. Running off to the parking lot, I covered my face, hoping no one would recognize me. I drove home with my foot on the gas the whole time. My heart raced. When I got home I snuck in through the front door. My father was watching TV in the living room, my mom was washing dishes in the kitchen. As to not attract attention to myself, I took quiet steps.
I passed my sister’s room and my brother’s room and crept into mine. My room was dark, almost all the bulbs were burnt out. There were stacks of paper everywhere. Each one of them as a different song that would never be sung. I sat down on my bed and pressed my face into my hands. All of my clothes were scattered on my bed. I had literally nothing to wear if I went to dinner with him.

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Times of my Life- a short story

You’ll never quite know how valuable a life is until you take one for yourself. It’s sudden, when a life drains from the life of your opponent. But you know it’s a necessary evil. The monsters drop one by one, they’ve never seen a gun before.

The first one you’ll kill will be the toughest. A triceratops. A baby. When it falls it will leave a heavy weight on your shoulders. You’ll bury it under a thin layer of dirt. Next time you’ll bring a shovel.

It won’t be long before you go after another one. It will be bigger, a Titanosaur. Your father taught you that. You bury this one deeper, preserve it better.

Interest builds when they dig up your Pachycephalosaurus. You realise this is going to be happening much more often. Marking your location gets harder as your dad gets much more famous. They say your intuition is spot on. You don’t know what it means but that’s ok.

The money lets daddy get a bigger house. He’s nearly famous and your house nearly a museum. You start feeling like taking lives is worth it. The maid replaces your mom. The raptors die. Your dad is more busy with the more kills you make. The butler takes over his house work. You don’t have to go to school. You know more about the dinosaurs than the professionals; you’ve seen them.

You’re older now, used to you job. The killing is easier, cleaner. You aren’t as worried about showing off the time stone, it fits comfortably in your hand. Dad was supposed to be home but there are two black cars outside. You come in quietly. He’s on the floor in the living room, agents are standing over him, questioning him. You hide the stone but it’s not good enough.

You’re questioned and they take it from you. You don’t say what it’s really for. Silence is the key, you speak as little as possible. They don’t know how you kill them. They need to talk to your dad more. To bad he doesn’t know anything.

They put you on a plane. The ride takes hours. Your cousin was raised in Japan with your aunt and uncle. You speak little Japanese but they’re the only family you’ve got. They put you in the attic. It’s small and cold, nothing like the mansion in the hilltop. They put you in school with him.  It doesn’t help you’re a couple grade levels ahead of him.

You stay quiet in class. Keep your head down. Be respectful. You’re worried about your dad. You’re worried your brain will cave in. You’re worried about wording to much. Hikaru says you can’t worry yourself too much. Hikaru has bad grades. He likes to try speaking English at the dinner table. He doesn’t understand.

The adults grieve for you. They worry about you. You are cold to them because you have to much on your mind. Hikaru is worried about you too. He says to make friends.

Yuki tried to talk to you in class. You didn’t understand what he said. There was something about a club. You act shy but know you’re a killer. He’s cute, sweet even. He sits by you in class and keeps you from being picked on.

You’ve gotten pretty good at Japanese by the time Shion sits across the table from you. You know he’s been teasing you. Ignoring him is the only thing that shuts him up. He comes over to the house, one of Hikaru’s friends. You lock yourself in the attic.

Hikaru tells you to meet him in a different room after class. You get lost but find it and open the door. It smells of roses and sunshine pours in through the windows onto the huge open room. The tables are glass and sparkling and the room chatters happily. You tug the door closed but there he is, holding the door open. Sora’s eyes shine like the sky. He brings you into the room, flirtatious as always. Yuki and Shion are there. They are treating some girls to a tray of sweets. Hikaru is nowhere in sight.

Sora can speak English better than anyone. He’s move to Japan when he was 12. He started the club where they treat girls right. He calls it a host club, and gives me some tea. He asks about Hikaru and then runs me down on the rules. No touching only treating the girls like princess.

Hikaru is late. He comes in with his satule open and papers flying everywhere. Others find him attractive. He’s indoctrinated me into the club. I’m supposed to be the shy guy. I guess I was popular.

The first girl was Ame. It looked like she had silky hair. She liked to talk and wouldn’t mind if I didn’t say a word. I liked to listen to her stories, they taught me more Japanese.

Next was Toru. She came from another boy who graduated. She was a sad girl. I tried to care for her. Sora said I did well. I trust him.

The others wanted to hang out. They would skate board over to the house and we’d all go down town. Ikuto was there. He was a pushover but I liked him. Sora made eye contact with me a lot. He said a lot to me. I didn’t like to respond but he kept talking.

Things were easy. We had fun. Then one day it changed. It was near the end of the year. No one wanted to say good bye. The host club took the girls out to the museum of natural history. The boys didn’t know anything. I taught them all about each skeleton. I had brought down some of these beasts. I didn’t tell them that. The girls swooned. Sora was impressed. I liked the way he smiled at me.

Some creep showed up. He hung around the back of the girls. I could tell the club was watching him. We were all worried. He grabbed a girl’s butt. I stepped right up to him and grabbed his arm. He was plastered against the wall, quaking under my shouts. When I left him to help the girls they all clumped around me. I was much more popular then. There was a glittery stone on display that I wanted. No one noticed when the clumsy guy knocked the display over. The security guard didn’t know anything was missing.

That night Hikaru told me I could go back home for summer. I wasn’t as happy as I thought. He told the club too. I went out into the woods that night with the stone. When I hunted my pray I was grinning. I found it by the sea shore and slaughtered it with a box cutter and too much dry air. I buried it and said a prayer.

I surprised the guys with tickets to England by the end of the week. They were all thrilled. The plane ride was much less boring. I was happy to drive the up to the house on the hill. They were very impressed. I introduced the maid and butler. They had taken very good care of the house while I was gone.

The next morning I came down for breakfast in a sundress. Everyone was dead silent and stared at me. I got worried. Sora was the last to speak but the first one I understood. ‘Boku’. I had been referring to myself as male like my dad had. They thought I was a boy. They all seemed confused. I understood. But Sora was different. He seemed more relaxed around me, more joking.

I set up a dance at my place. I wished my dad had been there. The long red and gold dress I had on made the boys blush. I set them up one by one with my old friends. Sora seemed pissed by the time I had finished setting up the others. He asked the me where his wife was. That wasn’t something he would normally say. I said on the deck and he walked outside.

I followed him out and closed the door. He was dense at first so I just kissed him. He turned into an emotional mess after that. He danced well though. Sora treated me like a princess long after we finished dating. My dad was back in time to see our wedding.

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Miko and Kami- a short story

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I was hoping someone might come by to see me as I rolled over on the shrine’s roof. Little did I know the person to appear would change my whole life. The sun glinted through the branches of the overgrown trees that fluttered in the breeze. The metal tiles under me were getting hot in the sun’s rays. I let out a breath, bored as fuck. The sky was its same water blue and the roofing tiles were still just as uncomfortable as every day before.

The breeze rusted the bells so they rang softly and with that, the girl appeared. I tipped my head back off the edge of the roof and watched as she bowed at the Torii. As she lifted her head and her vibrant eyes locked on me I fell right off the roof and onto the moss-covered stones below.

Scrambling to my feet, I ran behind the shrine and grabbed my face. I studied my hand to make sure my nose wasn’t bleeding. Then I leaned back and peeked around the edge of the building. She was standing at the water place, though I swear it had been dry for years.

She passed the scoop between her hands as if there were water there to purify her. I jerked back behind the building as she turned to face the shrine again. On my tippy toes, I crept around the shrine to the other side as she walked up the stone steps and inside the shrine.

I poked my head around the corner just enough to see her place a coin in the offering box. She bowed deeply twice and I could feel my heart pick up. I walked into the room as quietly as I could and despite the creaky floorboards, didn’t make a sound. Standing a few feet to one side of her, I bowed my head and placed the palms of my hands together.

“Dear god whose name has been lost to time, I seek your blessing to repair your shine. My deepest apologies for leaving your temple unkempt.” She thought and then clapped twice. I didn’t move as she bowed again but I could hear her jump when she saw me standing there.

I clapped my hands twice and bowed, keeping my eyes closed. She stood still until I stood up straight and looked at her. Her hair was tied back into a bun with a flower pen holding it in place. It matched her purple skirt with flowers splashed on one side. And on her face, she wore the most stunning look of contempt.

“Were you the one who fell off the roof earlier?” She asked with arms crossed.

I winced slightly at her words but a small smile crept on my face. “I didn’t fall, I just wasn’t graceful as a flew.”

She shook her head at me. “This shrine is under enough stress, it can’t handle some jokester wearing out its beams.”

I shrugged and leaned back against a support pillar. One of the panels fell out of the ceiling and hit my head. She shook her head at me again and started towards the door where she had left her shoes.

“Can you tell me where the nearest spring is?” She asked over her shoulder.

I furrowed my brow slightly and walked towards her. She turned to look at me.

“I’m sure you must come by here often if you knew the bell rope was broken.” Her eyes were narrowed slightly as she looked back at me, “Unless you just didn’t care to summon the god who resides here before praying.”

I grinned and sat down on the mat with my legs crossed. “It’s nearby, you can hear it just to the east.”

The look in her eyes shifted and she nodded her thanks to me before leaving. I leaned back against the beam and looked out of the hole up at the roof. I let a burst of air out of my lips. I knew she wouldn’t come back to clean the shrine, no one had bothered with it for years.

I was still staring up at the few flickers of light that shone down through the hole when the girl returned. She had a bucket of water in one hand and an old cloth in the other. She jumped when she saw me, nearly dropping her water. I laughed at her, making her glare at me.

“Why are you still here?” She set the bucket down and glared at me.

“I stay here until my prayer has been fulfilled.” I stood up and walked to the top of the steps.

She did her best to ignore me and scratched the moss off the steps with her rag.

“You’re cleaning up this dump?” I leaned against the door and heard something snap behind me.

She rolled her eyes. “A shrine is a shrine and it must be taken care of.”

I laughed at her and lay down at the top of the steps. Biting the inside of my cheek, I watched her scrub. She ignored me for a while, which was quite alright because I knew she’d come around.

“Are you just going to lay there and watch me?” she hissed.

“Yes, if it’s quite alright with you.”

“Well, it’s not. Hit the road.”

I looked up at the graying sky. “I told you, I’m not leaving until my prayer is fulfilled.”

She stood up and stormed off with the bucket in hand. I happily waited for her to return with clean water. She worked hard on those steps until they seemed to glow with her pride.

“All done?” I asked as she whipped her brow.

“For today.”

“And what will you do tomorrow?”

“I’ll move debris from the grounds.”

“Well I hope you sleep well, then, that will be hard work.”

She nodded and turned to leave. I watched her walk out as the sun started to set. I rolled my eyes and walked back to the shrine.

Against my every prediction, the pissy little girl showed up again the next day just after lunch. I was asleep on the roof when the prayer bell rattled loudly. Jolting up, I lost my balance and tumbled feet first off the shrine. I looked up at her from the well-shined steps, rubbing the back of my head. She was standing on a block, tieing a new rope to the frayed end of the last one.

“You know they say the god who lives here is evil. That’s why they cut the rope; so no one could ever call him again.” I said.

“Well what do you know, you’re still here.” Her voice was dull.

I couldn’t help but assume she tied the rope on first in order to wake me up. Standing up, I dusted off my stained white and red yukata. She stepped down and walked past me into the garden. She picked up a fallen branch and started pulling it away. Her eyes latched on me standing there, watching her.

“You could help me you know.” She tugged the branch and a piece of hair fell in front of her face.

I tipped my head to the side and grinned. “Only God can help you.”

She snorted and kept about her business. She pulled up weeds and swept the ground and took the leaves off the roof. I watched as she went about her busy work.

“Come sit with me,” I called from the steps of the shrine.

“I have to finish the garden before nightfall.” She said softly back.

“It’ll all still be here tomorrow.” I put my hands behind my head and leaned back into them, “Myself included.”

“I have to finish it.”

I looked around. “Does that include trimming the bushes and trees?”

“Yes.”

“And washing the stones?”

“Yes.”

“And rebuilding the sei-chu? And making the shimenawa, cleaning the lion dogs, and planting a new sacred tree?”

She yelled something indistinct and then looked at me. “I have to get it done!”

“Alright,” I said and watched her work.

The birds chattering stopped at nightfall and in the last light of the day, the girl was still working. The plants had all been restored to their proper size but little more than that had been done.

“Will you be okay? Walking back in the dark that is?” I said in the doorway of the shrine.

“I don’t know.” She said softly and picked up another few trimmings, “there doesn’t seem to be anyone else in these woods so I should be fine.”

“You won’t trip?”

“No.”

She dumped the scraps and then walked over to the shrine where I stood. Sitting down, she looked at the garden in the last rays.

“I didn’t get enough done.”

I looked at her and raised an eyebrow. “I suppose you will need to get here earlier tomorrow.”

“I can’t.”

Crickets rubbed their wings together in the absence of our talking.

“Go home,” I said after a moment and then turned to go inside.

“You too.” She said and stood up.

“I’d love too.”

I could feel her eyes on me as I watched the light fade from the offering box.

 

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Story Review: Love Stage!

img_8018.jpgHi there! Today I wanted to talk about plot and story structure in one of my all time favorite anime, Love Stage! I just recently finished rewatching it and was remarking about what the writers did.The first thing

The first thing to come to mind was the wonderful plot device of having both characters start out straight. This is the same thing that happened with me and Marlow which is the same over arching plot at in Love Stage. They weaved this in really nicely with the many sub plots, keeping the main story from smothering the later developments.

The sub plots really reinforced the main line of the story and made it seem more like developments on the main story rather than unrelated events. The main one that comes to mind is Izumi’s debut which is added in very early and carries through to the end of the anime. The main plot really piggy backed on it (in a good way) tieing in major plot points.

The characters were very well developed! Even though there is little screen time for some of them we get the gist of their character and how they are important to Izumi. For instance, his parents are in just a few crucial clips to show us how Izumi was raised. This went all the way down to the fictional character Izumi was obsessed with so she may help him through his emotional barriers.

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I completely disagree with you.

The main problem I have with the anime is the sheer amount of rape or near rape that Izumi is exposed to. This paint’s all gay relationships as unhealthy and does not provide any hope for a gay guy looking for support.

In fact, the whole anime doesn’t even deal with coming out of the closet. The characters opt to hide their relationship (if you can call it that) by announcing Izumi’s debut. And the two other confirmed characters clearly have not told the rest of the world, not even their families.

Though the animation is well done and it does promote accepting yourself the Anime falls flat in my opinion. I think Izumi’s debut would have been fine if we actually saw him struggle on set. And really they should have come out of the closet.

I think the other manga club kids a distraction and feel they are not needed in the last episode and only are there just to show the writers hadn’t forgotten about them. It would have been much more meaningful if the writers had just focused on the one key character instead of dividing up the attention.

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Agree to disagree

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A Note on How to Write Gay Fiction

I have found that people are most interested in the things they know the least about. One of my most popular posts is ‘How to write characters with dyslexia’ in which I try to help people better understand what dyslexia effects in my life. It was not until just a moment ago that I realized I had another type of character that people were still fascinated by… Gay ones. So here we go, this is my number one and most important tip.

It is exactly the same as writing straight fiction.

When you are writing the actual romance, falling in love is the same for all types of people.

What is different is how the world reacts.

Once upon a time, I wrote a gay romance and the person who read it misread all the pronouns to make the main character a girl. It works for me, they liked the novel they just weren’t open enough to LGBT ideas for me to correct them.

So that is my footnote on how I suggest you write gay fiction- the same way as everything else.

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Day 43s simple task: Day 30 of a book a month

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You are done! Well, almost. If you are here congratulations, today’s writing should be a breeze. Your probably sick and tired of your work, but who cares, you’re almost done! All you need to do is wrap everything up. Have them go back to their friends. Arrest the criminal. This is what is call “falling action” and it is the only time in your book to have it. Today you will end your book, so put in every little happy moment you can. Good job. YOU MADE IT!

You wrote 50000 words!  You wrote a book!

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Day 42s simple task: Day 29 of a book a month

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The climax is now! Have your characters fight at full force. Today you can show all of your character development. Have them strategize and plan. Make them both strong and smart. Have them pull from their weaknesses so that they may be strong. All the hate toward the villain should come out. Show the truth.  At the end of today, your character should win.

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Day 41s simple task: Day 28 of a book a month

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Rise up! Make the strong. Your main character should overcome their fear. They need to accept the information throw at them and move forward. Have them throw more information back at the villain. Here is a great place to put in the moral of your story. The character should start fighting back. Maybe weakly at first, but tomorrow they will bloom into a beautiful flower.

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Day 40s simple task: Day 27 of a book a month

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Plot twist! Is there anything your main character didn’t know about? Who are their parents? Are their friends really their friends? Is the love of his life really a killer? Throw questions at your reader. What information can your villain give out? Is there no cure? Has your character done something wrong? Don’t be afraid to throw in some fake information too. Everything you wrapped up yesterday should come undone.  This should be the weakest point for your character, but tomorrow they will rise back up.

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Day 39s simple task: Day 26 of a book a month

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The trek to the hidden lair can be a long one.  It can scare the bravest of me but it cannot weaken their resolve. Let dough creep in and then start the struggle against the last obstacle. Today is the day your readers have been waiting for. Put in all your drama from now on.  If there is anything left for your character to wrap up, do so now. That includes all the emotional baggage that they have been carrying around.  You should also get ready to wrap up, any scenes you want to put in outside of the climax can only happen now.

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