- Created By Oasaka45656
Petals on the Sand - Short Story
He kneeled before her with a single yellow daffodil in his hands, a smile playing on his perfect lips. She looked down at him, unsmiling, with tears welling in the corners of her eyes. One hand reached up towards her face, but she did not move to take it, did not bend to let him touch her. His eyes turned questioning as he held out the flower with his other hand. Quivering, she shook her head and stepped backwards. The smile left his lips completely as she turned and walked back up the beach. The last she saw of him was his broken-hearted expression when she glanced back, the daffodil falling from his loosened grasp. As she strode shakily up the beach she listened to the crashing waves rush up onto the sands. She imagined the waters curling around his still-hunched shape, soaking his jeans and runners. With a heavy-hearted sigh, she opened the door to her Mercedes Benz and started the engine.
The next week, a letter arrived at her door. She had barely thought of her break-up on the beach since it had happened, and was enjoying her new life with the man she had left him for. She was surprised to find the black-bordered envelope was from his parents, who had never found out about their break-up. As she read, her eyes grew wider and wider, until she gasped and threw the paper into the fireplace, where it instantly burned and became ashes. She flew out the door, turned the key in her car’s ignition, and sped down the highway towards the beach where she had left him.
Jumping out of the car, she threw herself down on the sand and screamed his name at the ocean. She begged for the sea to bring him back, told it that she truly had loved him, that she would give anything to have him back. The sea couldn’t listen: there was no-one there to hear her screams and cries. Still sobbing, she hobbled over to her car and silently withdrew a bouquet of yellow daffodils she had quickly purchased on her way to the coast. She made a small, uneven mound in the sand and placed the flowers around and on it. Still heaving with tears, she lifted herself up from the sand and began to walk towards the water. Dimly, she looked around her, noticing that his car was still in the car park, the jumper she had given him for his last birthday still lying in the back seat. Her steps became more and more confident as she walked on, sure of her decision. Waves began to lap at her feet as she reached the water, the coldness spreading throughout her entire being. With one last breath, she dived into the waist-deep water.
She did not rise again: she didn’t need to. She was where she now realised, albeit too late, she had always wanted to be: with him, forever.
My Problem
I've been reading and re-reading articles on websites such as 'Lolita Charm', 'Lolita.org' and 'F-Yeah Lolita' and it seems to me that many of these sites say that it's odd to be both an Otaku and a Lolita.
This makes it much harder for me to be accepted in the society around me, and it's hard enough being a part of just one of these subcultures to be a proper part of my local community. But both? Based on these articles I've read, one subculture or the other would reject me because of the apposing one.
According to these Lolita articles, many Lolitas are hesitant to accept an Otaku into their community because they think the Otaku may believe the fashion is more of a 'cosplay'. And Otakus may react as if the Lolita is merely a cosplayer, or is like an anime character.
I can't stand it! I want to love both these subcultures, but I feel like I'm being allienated from the very subcultures that got me allienated from the people in my local area! I feel as if I have to choose between the two, but I honestly just can't do that: I love my anime and manga, but I also love my Lolita.
I need help: can anyone give me some advice? ><
Death of Saki's Beloved
The darkness of the night enshrounds her soul
Her beloved laying in her arms with the stake peircing his chest; a hole.
The Werewolf stands behind her; a grin on his selfish, perfect face.
A diamond drop slides down her anguished cheek, and lands on the Vampire's ruined shirt lace.
The Werewolf reaches down to consol her
But her terror mounts and she kicks him; sending blood into his fur.
Her loved one stirrs, and stands with a sneer;
Laying a hand over his left side chest; "You do realise the organ is here?"
(Yeah, I know it sucks. This is for a challenge; but I made it to incorperate what I am going to draw/write in my manga "English Vampire". Saki (the girl) has had a spell cast on her by Konoge (the werewolf) and she is going out with him. But she loves Tenpess (the Vampire) and her conscience rebells against the spell and she is going through an agony that most could never imagine. Seeing this, the werewolf decides to kill Tenpess instead of lift the spell on Saki and lose her. But he is failing anatomy; he stabs the stake into the right side of Tenpess's chest; so he didn't kill him. The werewolf takes Saki to their school; to the first place she met Tenpess and she is still with turmoil inside her. When Tenpess arrives; the werewolf is trying to hug her, but she's pushing him away. The werewolf starts becoming violent, and she's being battered. Tenpess walks up to him and, from behind, kicks him in the head; sending him flying to the ground. Tenpess then takes the stake out of his chest and says; "You need to study anatomy more; the heart is on the left side." He drops the stake and advances on the werewolf. And that's all you'll know for now...!^^)
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