FJ18: No Longer Playing Dead by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
FJ18: No Longer Playing Dead
March 1, 2011. Stilled as it may have been, my blood boils. The bitter taste has not left my mouth, the salt not left the wound. It has been months since I accomplished anything noteworthy in matters either of the Organization or personal. My last attempt ended in failure.
These deep pangs I have felt before, thus my "reputation" as a brooding scoundrel among the Organization's ranks. I expunged this self-tarnishing, turned the page on that negative chapter of my life, and have moved on for the better.
But how far have I really come?
Of late there has been little reason for this scowl to leave my face. It isn't just the old adage abo
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.6.1 by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.6.1
Chapter VI: Infiltration
All four of us walked into the hallway and turned to the right. On either side of this hallway doors stood firm, holding vast realms behind themselves. The doors were widely spread apart and each one was crafted differently, like the first two we passed: one was an iron door with steam rising off of it. The one on the opposite side of the hall was a gate made of gold with a view of what lay beyond: a paradise built on the clouds.
"Pretty interesting place, don't you think?" I asked.
"Eh, you get used to it," Yusuke sighed.
I walked alongside Kurama and curiously asked, "Who are those two?"
Kurama smiled and
100 TL 39: Dreams by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
100 TL 39: Dreams
Embrace impossibility!
Denounce "It can't be done"!
For why should all our efforts be
All serious, no fun?
With DNA inventiveness,
A mermaid can become
Reality, the firs processed
From myths of old; and some,
Though thought to be impossible:
A Cyclops, minotaur,
A single eye, the head of bull,
And part-way dinosaur.
A skeleton through force of mind
And magnets can be moved
All on its own, and you will find
A dancer with the groove.
Of all the different possibles
That mankind can create,
First, any monster animal
Must pass the Muses' gate.
100 TL 14: Smile by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
100 TL 14: Smile
I look up at the
Lustrous moon and see your face.
Where are you tonight?
Sleeping as you were,
Or will you come back to me?
A hand on my arm.
The dead of winter
Embodied in your embrace
Can't keep us apart.
How long I've waited
To hold you again, my dear.
Your place or my own?
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.5 by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.5
Chapter V: Resurrection
I sat in a plush chair in a large oriental-style palace room. Several seats were positioned along the wall to my left or right, but none of them were filled. As I looked around, my gaze occasionally catching the clock, I pondered what this Koenma person would be like. He would have had to be rich in order to have afforded a place like this, let alone pay for its upkeep. Beyond the door to the left of the clock I could still make out the sound of the hustle and bustle of workers doing who-knows-what.
This door was opened, and Botan stuck her head through the door.
100 TL 98: Puzzle by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
100 TL 98: Puzzle
Michael & Emily
Heal me, my ally: I ache.
My hell hall, my alley,
Call ye, my lily, each mile.
A yell, a hail, a call: lay.
Each I am: me & ye,
My Emily.
FJ18: No Longer Playing Dead by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
FJ18: No Longer Playing Dead
March 1, 2011. Stilled as it may have been, my blood boils. The bitter taste has not left my mouth, the salt not left the wound. It has been months since I accomplished anything noteworthy in matters either of the Organization or personal. My last attempt ended in failure.
These deep pangs I have felt before, thus my "reputation" as a brooding scoundrel among the Organization's ranks. I expunged this self-tarnishing, turned the page on that negative chapter of my life, and have moved on for the better.
But how far have I really come?
Of late there has been little reason for this scowl to leave my face. It isn't just the old adage abo
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.6.1 by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.6.1
Chapter VI: Infiltration
All four of us walked into the hallway and turned to the right. On either side of this hallway doors stood firm, holding vast realms behind themselves. The doors were widely spread apart and each one was crafted differently, like the first two we passed: one was an iron door with steam rising off of it. The one on the opposite side of the hall was a gate made of gold with a view of what lay beyond: a paradise built on the clouds.
"Pretty interesting place, don't you think?" I asked.
"Eh, you get used to it," Yusuke sighed.
I walked alongside Kurama and curiously asked, "Who are those two?"
Kurama smiled and
100 TL 39: Dreams by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
100 TL 39: Dreams
Embrace impossibility!
Denounce "It can't be done"!
For why should all our efforts be
All serious, no fun?
With DNA inventiveness,
A mermaid can become
Reality, the firs processed
From myths of old; and some,
Though thought to be impossible:
A Cyclops, minotaur,
A single eye, the head of bull,
And part-way dinosaur.
A skeleton through force of mind
And magnets can be moved
All on its own, and you will find
A dancer with the groove.
Of all the different possibles
That mankind can create,
First, any monster animal
Must pass the Muses' gate.
100 TL 14: Smile by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
100 TL 14: Smile
I look up at the
Lustrous moon and see your face.
Where are you tonight?
Sleeping as you were,
Or will you come back to me?
A hand on my arm.
The dead of winter
Embodied in your embrace
Can't keep us apart.
How long I've waited
To hold you again, my dear.
Your place or my own?
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.5 by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
A Ghost of a Chance, Ch.5
Chapter V: Resurrection
I sat in a plush chair in a large oriental-style palace room. Several seats were positioned along the wall to my left or right, but none of them were filled. As I looked around, my gaze occasionally catching the clock, I pondered what this Koenma person would be like. He would have had to be rich in order to have afforded a place like this, let alone pay for its upkeep. Beyond the door to the left of the clock I could still make out the sound of the hustle and bustle of workers doing who-knows-what.
This door was opened, and Botan stuck her head through the door.
100 TL 98: Puzzle by EspionageEntourage, literature
Literature
100 TL 98: Puzzle
Michael & Emily
Heal me, my ally: I ache.
My hell hall, my alley,
Call ye, my lily, each mile.
A yell, a hail, a call: lay.
Each I am: me & ye,
My Emily.
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I believe I have found the reason for my silent muse: a lack of purpose. Without decent feedback, it's hard to tell whether people actually read my works or if they just glance at them for a second before leaving.
Before, I tried partaking in clubs in order to widen my audience, from which a majority of my watchers took notice of me. Now I find that this isn't enough. I have been a part of my most active clubs for too long. Hardly anyone new is taking notice, and I have a feeling that even some of my current watchers are growing bored.
Taking part in new clubs seems to be the only way that I can garner newfound
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Why do I feel so depressed of late? I can barely enjoy even brand new video game experiences (RE:Coded and even Bioshock couldn't bring a lasting pleasure when disconnected from the game controller), and a smile remains on my face more fleetingly than a firework in the sky (damn that slut song getting stuck in my head...). Not even my stories are bringing me the happiness I was once familiar with.
It's not finals (despite being this week), since I don't worry about those even during my most difficult quarters. It's not so much the lack of activity, as I knew that was what I was getting into when I changed accounts.
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Things might get a little hectic here, and not all of my words might make sense while I deal with these emotions. Just bear with me until this time passes and I get my head back on straight.
EDIT: Is it weird that whenever I sign in I see a character from the last anime I watched, even really, really uncommon animes?
Not to skip out early, but my mom needs me to help with the Cervantes costume. Shall we continue next week, if I can get my Wii working on the school network?
Hmmm, I'm not sure about next week. The family plans on going out to a festival that day and I have to finalize a paper for Philosophy the following Monday. So far, my answer is going to be no, maybe some other time. I didn't get the chance to use Pikachu.