No Romance for a Writer by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
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No Romance for a Writer
I came to realize, shortly into the month of August, that writers are the worst person to fall in love with. They want to tune out reality completely and live in their imaginary world that lives in their stories they tell. Soon, they begin to believe that their stories are their meant reality to happen. I was one of them who feel for it at a young age. I long hoped to have a wonderful friend who would be there for me whenever I needed them, but instead of trying to keep friends, I made up friends who would talk to me in my head and agree with almost anything I said or said against it when the thoughts were sad. I was my own walking therapist
Prisoners of War: Chapter 5 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
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Prisoners of War: Chapter 5
"What did she say?" Alfred asked, trying to get Francis to speak after the phone call they had just received. "Tell me!"
"Alfred calm down." Arthur attempted to keep Alfred from going crazy over the fact that Francis was still in a state of shock.
"She said she was better and to keep you together." Francis replied, speaking through his fingers. Alfred just stared at Francis then sighed.
"And that's it?" Alfred rubbed his face, trying to calm himself.
"Yes, Ivan hung up for her." Francis replied, holding his hands in front of his face, clapped together. He sighed and closed his eyes. "That's all she could say."
"Alfred," Art
Prisoners of War: Chapter 4 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
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Prisoners of War: Chapter 4
Sylvia was starting to get better over the course of a 5 day period. Each day, they were feed, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They usually got bread and cheese with the occasional thin vegetable soup for dinner, and at each meal, the girls would continue to give a little bit more to Sylvia until her bruises started to go away. Then Sylvia refused anymore food from her sisters. She could sit up now and manage down her own food without any help.
Her cuts were healing and she could speak more without doubling over in pain. But out of all the girls, she remained the quietest. She mainly spent her time worrying about all the boys who she cou
Prisoners of War: Chapter 3 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
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Prisoners of War: Chapter 3
Madison sat with her legs to her side so that Sylvia could rest on her lap. Obviously, Sylvia had resisted so much that they almost punched the living day light out of her. She had bruises over all over her arms and legs and a few on her stomach, but otherwise, she looked okay. It has been at least 4 hours since Sylvia joined them in the cell and no one has come by the cell or made any other sound. Madison stroked Sylvia's hair, comforting the state.
Olivia sat with her legs crossed twiddling with her thumbs while Mia and Emily just sat around with their backs on the wall. Madison cleared her throat and Mia looked to Madison who looked dow
Prisoners of War: Chapter 2 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
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Prisoners of War: Chapter 2
"Gah!" Madison cried, trying to break free of the shackles that held her wrists together. Madison had just been thrown into the same room that held Mia, Emily, and Olivia. Mia represented California, Emily represented Texas, Olivia represented Rhode Island, and Madison represented South Dakota. "Let us go you Russian bastard!" About 10 hours ago, Russia had begun to kidnap all of America's states and he began with the closest, Alaska then worked his way across. Now, only Sylvia, who represented Minnesota and Cole who represented Wisconsin, had yet to arrive.
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Prisoners of War: Chapter 1 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
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Prisoners of War: Chapter 1
It was 1968, one of the hardest years for Alfred F. Jones during the Cold War. But still, today was July 4th, the day of his independence from the U.K., so he was going to celebrate with a smile on his face. He awoke the sounds of the city, New York to be exact. He blinked his eyes before stretching to attempt to wake up further. He sat up in his American Flag décor bed and stretched his arms over his head while kicking the covers off his legs, crumpling them in a heap at the end of the bed. He swung his legs off his bed and let his hands drop to his legs while he blinked repeatedly. He rubbed his eyes, getting the sand out of them and
No Romance for a Writer by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
Literature
No Romance for a Writer
I came to realize, shortly into the month of August, that writers are the worst person to fall in love with. They want to tune out reality completely and live in their imaginary world that lives in their stories they tell. Soon, they begin to believe that their stories are their meant reality to happen. I was one of them who feel for it at a young age. I long hoped to have a wonderful friend who would be there for me whenever I needed them, but instead of trying to keep friends, I made up friends who would talk to me in my head and agree with almost anything I said or said against it when the thoughts were sad. I was my own walking therapist
Prisoners of War: Chapter 5 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
Literature
Prisoners of War: Chapter 5
"What did she say?" Alfred asked, trying to get Francis to speak after the phone call they had just received. "Tell me!"
"Alfred calm down." Arthur attempted to keep Alfred from going crazy over the fact that Francis was still in a state of shock.
"She said she was better and to keep you together." Francis replied, speaking through his fingers. Alfred just stared at Francis then sighed.
"And that's it?" Alfred rubbed his face, trying to calm himself.
"Yes, Ivan hung up for her." Francis replied, holding his hands in front of his face, clapped together. He sighed and closed his eyes. "That's all she could say."
"Alfred," Art
Prisoners of War: Chapter 4 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
Literature
Prisoners of War: Chapter 4
Sylvia was starting to get better over the course of a 5 day period. Each day, they were feed, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. They usually got bread and cheese with the occasional thin vegetable soup for dinner, and at each meal, the girls would continue to give a little bit more to Sylvia until her bruises started to go away. Then Sylvia refused anymore food from her sisters. She could sit up now and manage down her own food without any help.
Her cuts were healing and she could speak more without doubling over in pain. But out of all the girls, she remained the quietest. She mainly spent her time worrying about all the boys who she cou
Prisoners of War: Chapter 3 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
Literature
Prisoners of War: Chapter 3
Madison sat with her legs to her side so that Sylvia could rest on her lap. Obviously, Sylvia had resisted so much that they almost punched the living day light out of her. She had bruises over all over her arms and legs and a few on her stomach, but otherwise, she looked okay. It has been at least 4 hours since Sylvia joined them in the cell and no one has come by the cell or made any other sound. Madison stroked Sylvia's hair, comforting the state.
Olivia sat with her legs crossed twiddling with her thumbs while Mia and Emily just sat around with their backs on the wall. Madison cleared her throat and Mia looked to Madison who looked dow
Prisoners of War: Chapter 2 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
Literature
Prisoners of War: Chapter 2
"Gah!" Madison cried, trying to break free of the shackles that held her wrists together. Madison had just been thrown into the same room that held Mia, Emily, and Olivia. Mia represented California, Emily represented Texas, Olivia represented Rhode Island, and Madison represented South Dakota. "Let us go you Russian bastard!" About 10 hours ago, Russia had begun to kidnap all of America's states and he began with the closest, Alaska then worked his way across. Now, only Sylvia, who represented Minnesota and Cole who represented Wisconsin, had yet to arrive.
&
Prisoners of War: Chapter 1 by KiranKazumaDuelist, literature
Literature
Prisoners of War: Chapter 1
It was 1968, one of the hardest years for Alfred F. Jones during the Cold War. But still, today was July 4th, the day of his independence from the U.K., so he was going to celebrate with a smile on his face. He awoke the sounds of the city, New York to be exact. He blinked his eyes before stretching to attempt to wake up further. He sat up in his American Flag décor bed and stretched his arms over his head while kicking the covers off his legs, crumpling them in a heap at the end of the bed. He swung his legs off his bed and let his hands drop to his legs while he blinked repeatedly. He rubbed his eyes, getting the sand out of them and
My name is Kara and I got to a High School currently. I aspire of becoming an author, an animator, and maybe a small role voice actress. I am in love with the anime Yu-Gi-Oh! 5D's, so I made my own character, Kiran Kazuma. I first made Kiran 3 years ago and I've been messing with her character design up until I made her official profile. (Will be posted soon) I've changed so much about her and loved so much about her. I feel like I can connect with her in a way but yet I can't. Just like me, Kiran hates being called weak or dependent. I wish to be independent and inspiring to others. Kiran kind of is my inner self in a small way. We're similar on the outside but different of course on the outside. Out of all of my characters. This is the only character I can truly feel connected with.
Favourite Movies
Anything by Studio Ghibli
Favourite TV Shows
Any Anime
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Muse any Anime OST
Favourite Books
Fantasy
Favourite Writers
ANY GOOD WRITER
Favourite Games
Castelvania ect.
Favourite Gaming Platform
My DSi or COMPUTER
Other Interests
Anime Anime Anime Anime Anime oh and did I say Anime?
Okay, so after being away from this account for AGES, and coming back to look at them I really see some major flaws in them that I want to fix. So, from this point on, all OC's of mine are in the workshop. Kiran will most likely be the first to come back and I'll come back with a better understanding of her character and a better developed character from her. So yes! I'm still here, just extremely distracted with roleplaying right now.
Sorry for not posting anything lately. I've been busy with a lot of things. Mainly my ask blogs, I just might open an ask thing here for them here. But I am alive so you guys know.
I have watched both Season of Sherlock, and I have created an interesting character for the series. Ask her a question here! http://rose-tayce-aleron.tumblr.com/