Sometimes Titles Come Last...

musicbox, tinkling in the darkness
wandering eyes, pattering feet
entering the dark room, what do you see?
nothing, nothing at all, only the black void

musicbox, you pick it up, wind it up
you hear the soft, tinkling melody
you listen to it, you feel eyes staring at you
you turn around, you see the dolls

musicbox, tinkling in the darkness
wandering eyes, pattering feet
entering the dark room, what do you see?
nothing, nothing at all, only the black void

you pick one up, it's skin is porcelain white
its lips are a bloody red, its smile wide, looking almost like a smirk
you look it in its dead eyes devoid of happiness
you comb its rough, curly, blonde hair

musicbox, tinkling in the darkness
wandering eyes, pattering feet
entering the dark room, what do you see?
nothing, nothing at all, only the black void

and the musicbox tinkles
next morning, the room is flooded with light
birds singing, leaves rustling
the small room, there's nothing left

Untitled

sun shines, i hate it
laughter sounds, i hate it
people pray, i hate it
kitty approaches, do i hate it?

i stick out my hand, i don't hate it
i pull it into my arms, i stroke it
i look at its neck, so plump
i rear back my head, then sink my fangs in

moon shines, i love it
screams sound, i love it
people pray, frightened, i love it
hearts beat, blood in the air, i love it

come here, kitty kitty
you with your fresh blood
i gaze into your eyes, you look frightened
i laugh, you scream, i feed, you die

sun shines, i hate it
laughter sounds, i hate it
people pray, i hate it
kitty approaches, do i hate it?

w00t w00t!

Ben writes good poems, too. *adds him to list thing*

~Wusai

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Wednesday, May 14, 2003, 06:05 p.m.

I don't know what overcome me.

[untitled - fake horror story] [Skip?]

It was a dark and stormy night, like one right out of a horror movie. The wind screamed like a woman in childbirth, lightning flashed, and thunder boomed. Lena reclined in her chair, watching a series of—surprise, surprise—horror movies. She greedily ate her bowl of popcorn, like a squirrel hoarding nuts, becoming the Lordess of Fatness before she hibernated for the rest of the night.

A scream resounded from the depths of the corrupting, rectangular box, known by many as the ‘television’. About five minutes later, when the heroine was residing peacefully within the chambers of the nothing-else-can-go-wrong-now torture chamber, the aforementioned scream, at last, reached Lena’s fat ears, and she screamed, as well, right when the heroine’s captor handed the heroine an apple to munch on.

After approximately ten minutes of delayed emotions, the horror movie finally ended. Lena groped around for another movie, only to find that—gasp—she had none left! Thus, a feat in itself, Lena moved herself off the couch. She dragged her obese body to her room, the fat draped around her body jiggling like a rabid bowl of instant Jell-o. As she was rummaging around in the messy space beneath her bed, there was a knock on the door. Suddenly alert, Lena snapped her head up, causing the dribbling fat on her chin to wobble in a most unsightly fashion. She glanced around uncertainly (it was a wonder that the fat on her eyelids did not obscure her vision). Not hearing another knock, she resumed her search.

But then—not surprisingly—there came another knock. Again, Lena snapped her head up. The knocking persisted this time. Mad thoughts began to race through her head. Who would be coming to visit her this late, and in this weather? A stalker? A secret admirer? The holder of the Guinness World Record for being the fattest, who wanted to warn her about breaking his or her record? Heart plagued with atherosclerosis pounding, she waddled to the front door, and looked through the peephole…

…and saw absolutely nothing, only darkness, somewhat equivelant to sliced olives on supreme pizza. She curiously peeped into the hole again, but realized something. She had a revelation. Reaching out next to her, she fumbled around, until she reached the switch for the light on the porch, and saw…

…still absolutely nothing. She shrugged—or, at least, tried to (she had so much fat and so little neck, her head might as well have been resting on her shoulders)—and waddled back to her seat on the couch, deciding to flip through the channels on the corrupting, rectangular box, known by many as the ‘television’.

I don't know what overcome me. XD I mean... I don't know. Maybe because I was reminded of this earlier this day, and just decided to write some horror fic. XD Oh, and don't read that fic up there if you are against yaoi, ass fucking, etc.

Uhh... I'll continue that story later. Sorry if your/you know a person who's name is Lena. It just popped into my head. Lily said I was pro'lly thinking of Relena... which could be extremely possible... I have a Relena clone at school...

With a pink backpack and lunchpail... >_> The horror.

~Wusai

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Saturday, May 10, 2003, 09:48 p.m.

Dry Cell r0xx3rz.

Body Crumbles [Skip?] »

Slowly, I blink my eyes, gazing at my surroundings. It’s been quite a while since I was last living on earth, and this is definitely not what I was expecting. I look up, and the sky’s filled with a sort of bright light. Green… blue… pink… I thought Japan was too far south for an aurora borealis. But then, looking ahead of me, I see a cluster of buildings. A city? Well, that would be logical. Also, those little things emitting the lights… What are they? I certainly have a lot to catch up on.

I stretch, looking around me a little more. Maybe I should do some exploring. Slowly, I smirk. I wonder what the expression would be on these people’s faces if I suddenly appeared on the Spirit of Fire. Probably the same as the last two lives: shocked, frightened, and then they would try and run away. But I decide against flaunting my Spirit. Have to save the best for last, after all.

Lyrics to Body Crumbles [Skip?]:

Finally recover, and the mood is right
Looking up into a neon sky
Child in me takes over, guess it's been too long
Since the last time that I tried to fly

Finally I find when I lose control
Inside my body crumbles
It's like therapy for my broken soul
Inside my body crumbles

All I need's a moment, chance to get away
From the stressfulness of every day
Know if I don't question and I never doubt
Everything is gonna be okay

I don't know if I'll be all right
Is it okay to be myself?
Why do we always have to fight?
Now I know it's all right

So, duhr, it'll be a songfic.

Silver Ash also r0xx3rz.

Liar [Skip?] »

Tamao ran from the Asakura household, tears streaming down her face. She wouldn’t stop running until she reached her favorite place, the bridge over the small stream. When she got there, she paused to rest for a moment.

Yoh was engaged to Anna. Anna was to be Yoh’s fiancée. Not her. Not shy little Tamao.

Whimpering, she she sat down and curled into a little ball. She didn’t need to consult her Ouija board to know that the arrangement wasn’t going to change.

‘Liar! Yoh is a liar!’ she thought to herself. Then, as soon as she had thought those words, she wanted to take them back. Sure, he wasn’t going to be able to keep his promise, but he couldn’t help it.

The promise… Tamao remembered it vividly. They were out, on the exact same bridge as she was on now, talking about nothing in particular. Then, suddenly, Yoh turned to face her.

“Tamao?” he began.

“Yes?”

“When we grow up, will you marry me?”

She had been shocked at his sudden question. Then, a slow blush creeped up her cheeks. Yoh… Did he like her? As in… the way she liked him?

“Y-yes,” she had replied, shyly, staring at the ground.

“Yay! Then, let’s make a promise to each other: When we grow up, we will marry each other, okay?”

“O-okay. I promise.”

Angrily, she pounded her small, chubby fists into the railing of the bridge. A sudden pain shot through her hands, and she realized that a splinter had lodged itself into her palm.

‘I guess that’s what I get for thinking bad thoughts about Yoh,’ she thought, biting her lip. Slowly, she rested her head on the railing, and closed her eyes, hand staying by her side. She hadn’t noticed the boy standing next to her until she heard him speak.

“I hope this isn’t hurting you anymore,” the boy said, smiling sincerely, holding the splinter between his index finger and thumb. Surprised, Tamao glanced at her hand, and noticed only a small, red spot on the place where the splinter had been. Looking back up at the boy, she noticed that he looked a lot like Yoh. Same eyes, same smile. The only difference was that his hair was longer than Yoh’s.

“W-who are you?” Tamao stuttered.

“I’m Hao. And you?”

“T-Tamao…”

“Tell me, what’s bothering you?”

She stared at his face, her eyes traveling to his warm, brown eyes, down to his warm, kind smile. She felt safe with this boy.

Lyrics to Liar:

Liar, liar, liar! You are such a liar!
Liar, liar, liar! You’re a fucking liar!
During the middle of waiting, I feel deceived
Waiting in the middle of deceiving

Sinking steadily, being engulfed
Happily deceived
Waiting in the middle of happiness

Again, songfic. ^_^; Translation belongs to me, so please ask for permission before borrowing. I still consider the lyrics unfinished.

That's all I've written for those two fics. ^_^; Liar was being written when Dark Phantasy was alive. :OO Body Crumbles was began today.

Two things you must know:

1. One or both of those fics might not ever come into existence.

2. If they do, then the written part may change.

^_^; Yeah. Thaz all.

~Wusai

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Thursday, May 8, 2003, 08:30 p.m.

The Proper Way - Status: Coming along slowly, but still coming along, nevertheless. Chapter two will be Hikaru centric, and feature Machi. xD

Arachnophobia - Status: Coming along very slowly, but still coming along. Next chapter will feature either Shizuku, Machi, or Pakunoda, likeliness in that order. This fanfiction is just one that I do randomly whenever I get writer's block on anything else.

On the Bottom - Status: Finished. One shot. 2x1. Uh, just to prove that Duo can be on top, and that Heero can be on bottom.

Shade - Status: Working on. The next chapter will either be Brothers or Firestarter [working title]. Like Arachnophobia, this fiction will be worked on whenever I get writer's block, but this series of little things, hopefully, will actually get published, dammit. @_@;

Hrm... Yes. Should be it for now.

~Wusai

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Saturday, May 8, 2003, 08:17 p.m.

Well, after a delay, I have a new layout up, and an announcement that some of you may not have heard: Wusai, the Dark Phantasy, has *died*, so she will not be posting up/updating any of her fanfictions under that account unless it's very, very special.

Uhh... That should be it for now. ^^;

~Wusai

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Alias: Wusai
Real Name: Stephany
Title: The Dark Queen of Mushrooms
Gender: Female
Birthday: April 26
Western Sign: Taurus
Eastern Sign: Lamb
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Eye Color: Dark Brown
Ethnicity: Chinese
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Beaverson, Aiden; Hesse, Karen; L'Engle, Madeleine; O'Shea, Pat; Pullman, Philip; Rowling, J.K.; Tolkien, J.R.R

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Arai, Akino; Due'le Quartz; Dir en Grey; Enya; Kagrra; Linkin Park; Plastic Tree; P.O.D; Silver Ash

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