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[Someone told me to put this here.]

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"Yes?

"Yeah, that's me. I'm sorry, you know me but I don't know who you are. You're—

"A princess? Huh. You sure you've got the right guy?

"Yeah, sure, that is my name, but—

"Er—yeah, sure. Who am I to refuse royalty, and stuff like that. I hope you don't mind me eating while you talk, though, because that's what I was doing, when you knocked. Eating.

"What? No, nothing fancy. Just rice and a little fish. Mostly rice, but rice is fine. As long as your stomach's full, it doesn't much matter what it's full of, right? Well, I guess it does matter, but you know what I—
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>> No. 1529
Well that was intresting I actually want to see a more that last part with mokou made me laugh
>> No. 1532
I wish it was a little more coherent, but I suppose that's one of the restrictions of a work entirely made of dialogue between two people, and you only hear one side. Interesting, but I am not so sure I'd go so far as to say 'enjoyable'.
>> No. 1533
I thought it was well done though I had to read it twice.


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Newbie shorts go here!
>> No. 1463
On a dark winter night, a blue-robed stranger walked into a small village.

There was a fierce blizzard blowing, but the stranger walked unfazed to the nearest house.

If the village had a mage, he might have noticed the magic guiding the wind and snow. Maybe, just maybe, he would have realized the local terror had set its sight on the village.



But there was no village mage.


The stranger set a frozen hand on the door of the house. Ice spread quickly from its hand, covering the door, the door frame, the walls, the roof, and in an instant the entire house was trapped in ice.

The stranger walked to the next house and put its hand on the door.

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"Come on! Push harder! We're almost out!"

I strained against the wood cart, trying my hardest to push it out of a deep patch of snow. Gensokyo was beautiful in every season, but winter brought with her a heavy blizzard this year. Traveling by road was a difficult prospect but I had a delivery to make.

"You know, you could- help," I grunted at the lazy goddess sitting in my cart. Hina Kagiyama sat bundled up in warm furs, wrapped up in her own sense of superiority.

"It was your terrible luck that handed landed us in this mess, Reina, so you're going to get us out of it!"

"Terrible luck that you could rid me of within an instant, yet you refuse to."

"Well, if I were to rid you of your curse, then I'd lose my locus, and our little contract would be broken, now wouldn't it, Reina? And here I believed you to be an honest craftsman."

"Oh that's a load of bol- Just help me push Hina. Please?" I pleaded with her. This was going no where. The delivery was due at the Scarlet Devil Mansion tonight, and it was long road from my home to the village, and then through the woods to the Misty Lake.

"My my, asking a goddess to do such menial work, Reina?"
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I left the bank with lighter money pouch and very bored goddess in tow. The village bank exhibited the highest quality of bureaucracy. As in, it took waiting in line forever to get anything done. At least they were competent at their jobs, and competitive with the youkai banks as well. It was past noon by the time we reached the market and had a chance to stop for lunch at a small cafe near the outer edge of the square. I patted the pint of twelve-year whiskey stowed in my purse. I had bought it from a nearby liquor store; I had to say, the young man at the counter knew his alcohol well, and it'd make for an enjoyable New Years.

"Hey Reina?" Hina took a pause from munching on her roast chestnuts. A white-haired woman was selling them at her stall near where I had bought the whiskey. According to her, they were an old family recipe. I had nicked one from the goddess when she was occupied with staring at a sapphire brooch in a shop window near the fancier part of the shopping street. They certainly were good. A slight taste of vanilla and chocolate was mixed in with the flavor of the chestnuts. Hina seemed to love them. In the months I was stuck together, I had rarely seen her so fully indulge in anything as much as the chestnuts, bar my money.

"Reina, what's that large gate in the building over there? The one flowing with distant magic" I looked over. Hina was pointing to a large, official looking building, off near the western edge of the market. In the busy midday, I could see traders flowing in and out with their wares.

"That? It's a cross border portal Yukari set up with Reimu. Gensokyo isn't the only refuge for the fantastical. Reimu says that a lot of the forgotten youkai and gods formed their own version of Gensokyo to survive. That portal is something Yukari set up with some of them to encourage more trade within Gensokyo." It was a natural progression. Gensokyo was far smaller than some of the larger youkai planes, not to mention far less developed. “It leads to a giant trading hall of the sort between the boundaries. Dozens of youkai set up shop there and its how Gensokyo gets most of its imports.”
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Veteran shorts go here!
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“What's Christmas?”

It was a cold day in the Human village, with fresh dusting of snow covering everything. Two men were clearing paths through the streets, talking as they did to pass the time. It was dull work, but not particularly hard.

“Ah... you haven't heard of Christmas? I guess it's kind of a new thing.”

Of the two men, one of them was from the outside. It was obvious not only from his clothes, which were made from some strange shiny material, but from his manner of speaking as well. Koishi knew that much.

“Well,” The man continued, “It's a holiday where you exchange gifts with people you care about, eat good food, and that sort of thing.”

“That sounds like fun. And it's a yearly thing?”

“Yeah, it sure is. It'll be happening in a few days, actually. Ah, but now I'm getting nostalgic for my mother's cooking...”

Koishi already knew what it was – all of that imagery was floating up into the man's subconscious, and like a sponge she sucked it right up. Candy canes, hot chocolate, bows, fat men in red suits... outsiders have the best ideas sometimes.
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Blizzards at the Scarlet Devil Mansion were probably, Meiling thought, one of the worst things she'd ever experienced. She had to stay outside in the cold, her carefully-tended gardens were dead, and she couldn't even count on visitors braving the cutting wind and mounds of snow. She sighed, breath crystalizing in the air and fading away.

Her job for the past week had, essentially, been to stare into the snowdrifts and feel her face steadily go numb. It lost its appeal after the first hour.

Still, at least it wasn't all bad. She was able to stave off most of the cold; steady manipulation of her chi saw to that, although being bundled up in several layers of warm clothing certainly helped. She'd also supplied herself with plenty of reading material, thanks to Patchouli having the foresight to ward each and every book she had acquired over her lengthy stay, the better for them to withstand almost anything tha

Of course, while the snow and rain sloughed off the books on contact, that still meant Meiling had to read through the aforementioned snow and rain, which proved to be unreasonably difficult. She clapped the book shut with a growl of annoyance and stuffed it inside the bag slung over her shoulder.

Looked like she was stuck with nothing to do.

Wait, in the distance...

There was a man coming this way?

She immediately stood ramrod straight, watching the interloper's steady approach through the blizzard. He was large and burly, certainly, his outfit leaving patches of muscled arm and leg uncovered. The rest of his clothing consisted of a golden tunic atop chainmail, a metal helmet concealing his features, fur boots, and some sort of two-handed weapon strapped to his back that she couldn't quite make out from here.
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Winter this year has been rough. Yesterday a blizzard hit and covered the entire mountain in a thick layer of snow. Around the foot of the mountain lays a solid coat, six feet deep; whereas around here at the top, it’s only about two to three feet on average. The trees got off a little better though; only a thin layer can be found in a few of the treetops since the midday sun melted most of it away. The temperature seems to be dropping again though; I can see the melted snow forming icicles along the branches in the shadows. As I race through the treetops, only the moist branches can take my sudden weight. Even then, lingering for a moment could cause my sudden and embarrassing downfall.

So far I've been lucky to have only four broken behind me; each of those served to buy me a bit of extra time to get away from her. I think it’s the extra force I apply when I jump off a branch that causes it break. Landing on them is a much smoother process since I can reduce the stress of impact. You wouldn’t really understand it if you haven’t tried it yourself. I won’t recommend it though, not without proper training first. I’ve been doing this for centuries already; it’s practically second nature to me at this point.

“I’m going to catch you sooner or later. Just you wait!” The shout from the girl in pursuit brings me out of my reverie. I take off from a branch with a long jump; long enough to allow me to spin around mid-air to catch sight of her. Her hair may be short, but it’s still dancing beautifully in the wind as she runs.

As I land on the branch that was ahead of me, I slip a little on the ice before quickly regaining my footing and launching off again. “Not last time; not this time!” I yell back at her.

I think we’ve been running for over an hour at this point. Neither of us are willing to give up the chase, and both of us have the stamina to continue running. Between the two of us, I have the greater endurance. I can outlast her in most cases, but she edges me out when it comes to speed though. She’s more of a sprinter type, so over a short distance pursuit, she has the advantage. I’ve focused on developing my endurance
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This is a proof of concept that I can – or could, potentially – write an AU story which isn’t a complete trainwreck and actually has a comprehensive plot. This will NOT continue. Enjoy at your own peril.
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>> No. 1530
>>1525
>We won't actually know that, now will we?
You got that right. You won’t.
>Again, we won't actually know that since it's not continuing.
That’s right!
>It proves that you can manage to start one, but it doesn't prove that you can write one. Any ass-hat can start a story, but it takes a special kind to actually write one.
You’re absolutely correct. Hence the pervasive “could” of my statements. You honestly expected me not to twist and play with words? You should know better than that, dude.
>> No. 1531
>>1530
It still doesn't really prove that you could write one though.
>> No. 1534
>>1531
Shush. You’re ruining it.


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If I didn’t say I was a teensy bit nervous at the moment I’d be lying.

Trudging our boots through the second floor when we only planned for one. (“As long as we have a warp wire we should be fine). It was a little bit darker, The trees were thicker and less light managed to trickle in through the leaves and branches. But I couldn’t break the suspicion that we weren’t alone in this forest underground…. In spite of that my thoughts turned to this morning.

When Sakuya sent me to fetch supplies for a full day in the labyrinth she left me on a tight budget to say the least.

“We’ll need all the necessities, Medicas, Theracias, Nectars… We don’t have a medic so it’ll be up to me to make sure we all keep healthy…” She gave me that lecture early this morning. Patchouli and The Mistresses were off at the pub gathering information, so of course it falls on me to do the Grocery shopping.

“...And of course you mustn’t forget to buy a Warp Wire! Thats our last lifeline out there if things go south so don’t go forgetting it Meiling!” and of course I didn’t forget! I may do a lot of things but even I can fill a grocery list.

But that's the thing though, even though I know I bought it, when I last checked the bag (Poisoning. We had gotten Ambushed by a group of Venomflies when the Mistress insisted on taking a nap in the clearing) It was gone. Theres no way I didn’t buy it, I even took some money out of my own pocket to cover the 1000 en on top of everything else Sakuya listed for me. Where could it have gone?

Besides the venomfly ambush its been a smooth crawl throughout the day. Patchouli Alchemist would blast everything, Boss Remilia Dark Hunter would redirect things my way while weaving in and out…, Sakuya Survivalist would fill in the gaps, and while admitt
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======= Somewhere on the other side of town =======


[i]
“Governor-Sama, I-I beg of you!”

A man who appeared in his late 30s held his head low and bowed upon the ground.

Before him was the Governor of the surrounding prefecture, saddled up in his human chariot.
Surrounding him were several armed bushi. It was clear what was going on here.

Extortion.

“I’ve gotta keep this construction job! My family would die otherwise! Please, sir! PLEASE I BEG OF YOU” The man was on the verge of tears. As if he thought he would appear more pitiable he dug his face further and further into the dirt. If he did not throw away his pride, his family, whom he had been blessed to to find again in this world, would die before his eyes once more.

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======= Back at the Restaurant =======

After a short scolding by the Cafe Owners I was let back onto my shift. It seems no matter how much these guys misbehave we can’t really kick them out or treat them badly.

What a bother.

As my thoughts drift along I hear the bells of the entrance ringing.

“Ah, irrashaimase.” I greeted the person before they peeked their head in. Customary, according to the Owner’s wife it often pressures them to come in even if they didn’t mean to ring the bells. Ah-

This one looked like trouble too.

Could that raggedly ball of of grease and fuzz even be called hair? What’s more, she(?) carried a blade on her back and wore loose clothing. A beige tunic with a dark red… jacket? She wore shorts that ran down right above her knees, A style uncommon to this area. But most peculiar were her feet. Sure enough she wore ordinary wooden sandals but around her ankles.. It appeared as if there were some blue markings. If one looked closer you could see the skin bulge out around them… were they scars of some sort?

Ignoring my lucid stare, sat herself down on the serving bench and made her order. If I wasn’t paying attention, I would have missed the way she eyed the other men seated… could she be one of those loosy-goosy travelers I hear so much about!?
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======= Back at the Restaurant =======

4 of them rushed him at once, I’m pretty sure I saw the others flee. All that tough-guy attitude and they’ll run away from a fight like this?

Although, you have to admit. This girl sure was intimidating. She was more like a wild animal than human.

With one mans slash she sifted to the side. Bolting past the next guy she pushed the noggin of the unfortunate man behind me down. Using that momentum, she did a flip in the air and landed right next the last guy. As that one motioned to cut through she backstepped. It looked as if the guy behind him had her, but she ducked low and scooted around by his side, The blade managing to slice the top of her poofy hair.

.. .Did she just stab the guy’s heart from the back with a hidden knife?

Bah. You won’t look a gift horse in the mouth at this point. If there’s a lull in the battle after the first kill you bet I’m getting out of here!

I’m able to make it outside where the owners are standing. Feebly spectating the violence inside their store. Well, if they’re going to stay, I’ll stay too. I owe them that much at least.

Besides. I don’t wanna get on this gal’s bad side. She’s a lunatic!
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-Friends Like No Other (Part One)-


Alex sits down on the bench, opening the photo album for the first time since he moved into his new home, which proves to be a strange experience for the boy. He actually has a few, but for some reason he chose this one, the one full of the two best friends of his old life. It is full of good times, bad times, and days in between. The very first page happens to be one full of pictures from their first meeting. Just looking at them brings a smile to his face. Thanks to the pictures, he can almost clearly remember that day. It isn’t difficult for him to tell his audience of one about his life, at least not at first.
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It was the end of summer in the year two thousand one. Not many people were at the orientation for aspiring first graders when he and his mother arrived. There were only three families still waiting. His best friend Tenshi was with them, but he didn’t know who the two girls she was talking to were. They rode his bus, but he was always driven by his mom so he never talked to them and didn’t even know their names. All of them had met the teacher already and decided to head into the playground while their parents talk to Miss Foster.

The boy used to be very shy, it was so bad that his mom had to force him to make friends with Tenshi! This was another point where “Mom knows best” as she walked him out to the playground and told him to go play. He looked absolutely terrified, or at least that’s what Tenshi would tell him whenever she brought that day up. Not that he denies it or anything.

Tenshi quickly introduced him to the blonde and brunette. Renko and Maribel, two people who would be invaluable friends in the years to come. He couldn’t help but wonder why Renko was wearing a black hat with a white ribbon on it when it was far too large for her. When he asked she told him it was because she found it funny when people asked her about it. Maribel was shy too, but not to the extent he was.

All it really took for them to start their friendship was a simple question from Tenshi, “Why don’t we be friends?”

There was no
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It was early in the morning, probably two whole hours before he had to go to school. It wasn’t unusual for him to get up so early, he needed the time to wake up and get some chores done. He had gone about his normal routine of making his bed, packing his backpack, putting away his CDs, and making sure his alarm clock wasn’t going to go off again. His room was bland and had the bare minimum when it came to furnishings. It wasn’t his choice, if it was he would have posters and pictures hung on the walls. No, he couldn’t afford such things. Not with his mother’s medical expenses.
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Once again she spent another night wide awake. The only reason she knew that the day had changed was the alarm clock buzzing from her son’s room. The woman laid in bed as her son walked through the house, cleaning as usual. Her immune system was shot and she didn’t have the energy to even walk. The only room that needed to be cleaned was hers and the master bathroom that was adjacent to it. It was almost an hour before her son slowly opened the door. As she did every morning she pretended to sleep.

“Mom, I’m leaving. Misses Hearn will be by later to make you breakfast.” He said those same words every morning. Not a single word was different, and yet, his voice brought the woman to tears. But she kept quiet; she didn’t want her son to know her pain. She wanted to remain strong, for his sake.
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The boy closed the door and walked through the sparsely furnished house one last time before he would walk to school. Most of the furniture had been sold to pay for the first set of bills. Since he was still under eighteen, they were getting money from social security because his father passed away years ago. But, that was their biggest, should have been, their only source of income. The boy worked hard after school at a convenience store in the center of town. His mother had forbidden him from getting a job since she wanted him to focus on school, but he knew they couldn’t live off of the money they were already getting. At the end of the month, they barely had enough to pay the bills, not to mention his mother’s medicine was getting more expe
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>> No. 1332
>>1306
Don't worry about it, i'm a terrible person too, and your shorts put a smile on my face and a lump in my throat.


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I promise.

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As you lie in the bed provided you by some of the nicest people you've ever met, your mind comes back to how this happened.

You've heard stories about how this sort of thing happens: but you were surprised for it to happen to you. Normally some sort of strange thing happens, like magic, dragons and an airship, or turning into a hamster and waking up with amnesia, or some other contrived circumstance that ends up leading to being unceremoniously dumped into Gensokyo, probably in the middle of some explosion that you may or may not have caused.

You've never heard about Yukari just opening a gap, and rolling out the red carpet. Literally, a red carpet. Lined with Touhou all incredibly thrilled to see you here. Like you're some sort of celebrity.

Which is really odd, because for all you know, you're just... a normal person. Right? I mean, you weren't something ultra-powerful, like a wizard, or an Infernal, or a Black Knight. It's odd. Just really odd.

You suppose you should get to the retelling of the story.


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>> No. 1269
[X] Kinda guilty.
>> No. 1273
[x] That was hilarious! Any other ideas, Tewi?
>> No. 1274
[x] Kinda guilty.
My conscience doesn't stop me from doing these things, but it does prevent me from fully enjoying them


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This is a 'prototype' version of an actual story that I am going to write in the future. Feel free to comment on my work. This prototype will most likely last for a few updates.

The protagonist of this story goes by the name of Li Yun Ning, if you are curious about it.
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Is this heaven? Or am I in hell?

I had no idea. I can't even feel my hands. Nor my legs, now that I think of it. I don't think I can even feel any part of my body. It felt strange -- a strange, float-y feeling. Like as if I were floating around in the sea, minus the feeling of water pressing against my body. Although this new experience was interesting, I would much rather have my body back. I wouldn't want to be just a consciousness floating in the middle of nowhere, after all.

Willing sensation back into my body, I try to feel. Feel anything, really. It's scary not being able to feel anything, at least physically.

A faint reaction.

I have to will harder. Maybe if I will hard enough, I will be able to feel my body again. Focus. Focus on your left arm. Just. . . try to feel something. Feel something, please!

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>> No. 1412
>>1411

>Don't worry, not dead yet.

I'm glad.


>Good thing the matter ended in my favour though. It's never wise to write a petition against a rich man's son it seems. . .

People with power rarely like it when their power is challenged.

At least it wasn't another truck incident.


>Also, sorry for the late reply
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>> No. 1435
Alright, in order to stop myself from continuing to break promises due to how my life is going, I am going to put this story on official hiatus. Let me repeat: Hiatus, in other words, this story is NOT dead.

I am sorry that I am unable to update this story, because recently life has been trying to give me hell in terms of academics, people relations and whatevernot. So please wait warmly while I try to tide this over.

Regards,
Ran-Rii
>> No. 1594
>>1435
I'm saying this three months late, but my best of regards to you. Take all of the time you need. We'll wait warmly~


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Newbies, your stories go here. See the rules thread at >>/gensokyo/11756
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Reimu sighed with contentment as she stretched her legs out on the veranda.

It was certainly not a very ladylike pose, that much is certain, but with the sun long since set behind the treetops, the possibility of someone visiting grew more and more unlikely. More importantly, she thought, after having her free time so rudely interrupted some six weeks prior, she damned well deserved some rest and relaxation. Reaching for the cup of fresh tea next to her, she sipped it, feeling it purify her thoughts, with only the song of countless crickets emanating from the surrounding forest for company. Breathing deeply of the night air, tinged slightly by the sweet smell of the incense burning nearby, Reimu closed her eyes and began.

It began as a radiant green flame, one deep within that pulsed and danced with every heartbeat. Then, as her concentration deepened, dots of green fire began appearing , some large, others infinitesimally small, until they blanketed the entire horizon in a wavering mass. Exhaling, Reimu cast out with her mind, reaching down down down until she found what she sought - a presence so incredibly ancient that even she could only touch the fringes. It filled her consciousness like a slowly flowing river, swirls and eddies of energy joining together in a sluggish current that forked this way and that and filled the earth at Reimu's feet. However, there was something-

Clink.

"Ah, the sound of a thousand insects so desperate to procreate. How quaint."

The shrine maiden sighed, gently dropped the image from her mind, and opened her eyes, turning and craning her neck slightly to see. There was little mistaking the identity of the speaker. Even if she hadn't been able to place the voice that enunciated every word with an amused lilt, there was only one person who considered such a pink bonnet and dress to be the very height of fashion, and only one being in Gensokyo who had wings like that.

"Remilia Scarlet. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

Remilia's answering grin, illuminated by the moonlight, was positively vicious. "I was out on an ev
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- Well mercifully I'm starting to forget the whole thing, just a fade to another episode I guess. All that time did was fill up my trousers with unrelenting grit and terrified piss. Don't look like that, it's true. See? I've got pits on my knuckles from scrubbing them out with gravel and tallow.

-Don't pooh-pooh my ordeals like that! I died several times in getting here you know. Well in the metaphorical sense, emotionally and such. I was really tired yeah? Ah, go chase yourself; I know you're just trying to get a rise outta me.

-Fucking hell, I came all the way down to this cursin' frightful place and alls I get is your scorn as the crowning moment in my life? Goddess almighty!

-Sorry- -I'm sorry. I didn't mean to get short-it's all the niter building up in the walls outside. Rain season's making it trickle down here; making me cough and putting me off in a bad way.

-It's not so bad now with you now though.

-Move over a bit yeah? My arm's falling asleep. Thanks. Hmm? No I don't mind it, your hair smells nice. Like lilies. Tickles a bit too. I'd breathe your neck in if I could you know?

-Right, see reason I brought it up was I found the journal I kept on before I came here. Slipped right through the cracks of my mind when I found you. I'd rather suppress the whole thing -- at least the week before meeting you. That just wouldn't do though would it? Gotta keep it on for posterity's sake and all that haha. There it is. Now don't feed me that line, no one blushes that easy.

-Well I'll read it off, my script's too shit for you to read by yourself. Pinch out that candle will you? bit too bright to read this.
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When I awoke late the next day they were gone, the stove humming friendlily in their stead. It was not yet the week's end so I imagined them to have left to the school. Feeling plaintive, I laid back into the covers once more and succeeded in a few short snaps resembling sleep before hunger moved me out to the kitchen.

Though books were scarce in my home I remember piles of newspapers and bound volumes chocking her halls. Some were nothing but small, badly-printed, patent newspapers, each with a loop of string at the corner so that they may be hung on a nail behind the stove should the owner be featured in an article. These advertising bulletins could be seen in heaps on the counter at the apothecary. They were given out freely but whatever contents they sold inside ran up lurid prices. The claims made were of little credibility, often embellishing simple truths for effect.

I set to pecking an apple and reading whatever volumes required the least fuss to pluck onto my lap. So passed the day. And several more in like manner.

Each evening they came to find me slumped over a new stack with that damned bull's end lamp as my light when dusk settled. Keine delighted in my interest in her selections, skirt swishing as she sat aside to guide me through the passages. At such times I forgot my squat little body and shortcomings. She gave me my first taste of dignity and grace.

-I never admitted to her why I took on reading. There was some guilt warm in my conscious then and, by simple expedient, I could forget it and imaginatively displace myself. I didn't find out till a time after how dangerous I was treading there. She kept it in check though -- put me away from those dark inklings and onto something more savory-- an education. I never told her. Should I ever see her again, I don't well intend to either.


Harvest passed and winter came on. It had been months since my last lecture at the school. I did not mind, warm food and warmer evenings spent reading made me complacent. The snowy aisles leading away her home, the impudent bark of squirrels and quavering voices of the owls. When a larger, more ferocious animal offered it
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Sometimes, a story gives you choices. This isn’t one of those stories. In fact, it would be laughable to call this a story at all.

If you were to find yourself teleported to Gensokyo for “reasons unknown”, as Yukari would most likely put it, you’d probably be expecting an adventure filled with romance and action with a touch of comedy. You’d adjust your life to this world you were ever so conveniently dropped in.

But this is not a story about you. It’s a story about me – as selfish as that sounds. My name’s (…), but that’s of little importance. If it were any other story, I doubt I would have a role, let alone have the privilege to a name. At best, I’d be a side character that would show up in a chapter or two at most.

I digress. That’s not the point of the story. I was born a wolf tengu, though often I find myself thinking I’m anything but. As if taunting my heritage, my two clumsy ears always droop down no matter how hard I try to get them at attention. I take parcels from down the mountain to their intended recipient, most likely Yukari or Reimu. I’m a delivery boy. It’s not the proudest job I’ve ever had, but somebody has to do it. I happen to be that someone.

As I go through my own village, nobody pays much attention to me. I don’t particularly mind, but sometimes the solitude stings at my self-esteem. Nobody bothers to recognize me. Well, nobody except Momiji who is a childhood friend of mine. She manages to drop by and sing a sweet hello every day, despite her busy patrolling schedule. But somehow, she always manages to find me and sneak in a conversation, despite her insistence that she’ll be late for her patrolling duty.

I’m not saying that Momiji is a slacker. She isn’t, but she’s a bit too nice for her own good. Helping others takes precedence to her work, which admittedly exasperates her superiors on a daily basis. But they get over it, because she’s Momiji. It’s really hard to hate her. Girl’s a bit strict, but in the tender, mother-like way. She has the kind of charming smile, one that just leaves you in a daze if you stare too long at it.

“Heya, (…). Got a minute?”
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>>1199
I find it to be a bit different. I find it more as a regular "You don't realize what you have until its gone" kind of story. He had choices, he just never acted on them. It was even made quite apparent in the story itself.

>What am I going to do? Thought. “Nothing probably.”
>“…That’s your answer to everything.” She slightly lowers her voice.

Take action, lest you have regrets about paths not taken, is what I see.
>> No. 1215
We really should have more parody stories like this.
>> No. 1216
>>1215
I wouldn't call it a parody compared to a deconstruction.


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