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Well the main reason I am adding this post is to thank everybody who reads my world and has supported me either from resently or from waaaaay back on MyO.
Because I am now 913th place of 12,917 worlds and have over 2000 views! ^_^
I think thats pretty good for somebody who only post the occansional short story... ^^;;
So in honor of that I have a couple of minishorts to post!!! YAY!
And the other reason for this post is because I would like to post a bounty.
Yes you read that right. Not for a person but for a manga.
(Now you may skip to the short stories if you wish)
Last year I made this wallpaper:
http://www.theotaku.com/wallpapers/view/174786/head_over_heels
And I can't remember the name of the series!!! >.< NOOOOOO!!!!
So I am willing to give a reward of whatever you want (wallpapers, stories, ecards, vector portrait, you name it and I'll see what I can do) For anyone who can tell me the name of this manga...
So heres what I know: It was on onemanga.com, Iam pretty sure it was a shonen series or a seinen but Iam not sure, It was about a guy who was bidding for a date with his favorite celeb but accedentally bid on some random girl... He tries to get out of going out with her but fails and they go on a date... Then the online date bidding company talks to the young man(or it might've been a different guy) and says that they'll pay him or something to go on a date with that celeb, she turns out to be evil.
Seriously!!! PLEASE! Help me find this!
Reward: wallpaper, ecard, story, all of the above... other?
~Tsu
Ok mini short story time!!!
This one is unnamed
Scha scha scha whosh goes my washer machine as I sit and stare at the moving blurs of clothing spin round and round inside. Turning and tossing like the ocean at high tide. I find myself dreaming that the cloth is my life moving, moving around with unpredictable twists and turns; inside The Machine but free to my mind. Hum, hum the motor and rhythm relaxes me and I find myself in a sort of state of self-hypnosis. I close my eyes and watch the world unfold. Colors and cuts, soft and stained, shirts and shorts whirl about my tawdry laundry life. The curves and folds follow me as I turn and I decide which to follow. Red, blue, and flower patterns, polka dots, stripes, and lace float about me, as I am tempted towards one thing or the other. Finally, I decide what I want and lay the clothes out, making an empty clothes doll lacking substance; so I take its place. And as I become the clothed doll, the doll completely melts away until there’s not even a crease to remember it. I look down and the clothes are on me, are me. But it’s not time for that yet. Now is the time to hear the scha scha scha whosh of the washer machine and dream of tomorrow morning, so I can remember that tomorrow mourning will come.
This one is named "Basement Living" and might turn into a full story later.
The glorious smell of dirt and solid creaking of footsteps above. Cool, cool air, stagnant earth smell, stiff and encompassing. Inhale and sigh, I lie on cold ground looking up at the ceiling. It’s almost like being buried alive. Calm and relaxing it doesn’t even feel like times passing me by. I turn and look as a bar of light floats through a little window entrance, feet move towards me and stop. An apparition appears and winds its fingers round the window frame, and the crunched figure opens it up. With a creak and moan he squeezes inside, lands with a plonk, walks over, and lies by my side. We don’t touch but I can that his is the only warmth. He turns to me and his face is tired. I look back and give him a smile. We both sigh and turn our faces upward and imagine the sky.
End
