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“It is a time of legend.”

—Various, the Horus Heresy series

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THE WOMAN DIED pleading for her life with the monster’s calves.

 The few final moments she had clutched at its ankles, spitting out words and hacking up globules of sticky gore on the ground. She had prayed with despairing breaths for mercy, promising respect and care and love in exchange for sweet forgiveness. Visually, verbally, with her fingertips stroking pleadingly along its skin – and if it must have revenge, then at least not on him. A human may be touched to tears by such compassion, but there was no shiver of pity in the bloodied figure watching her life slip away. Then, finally, she died.

 The monster wiped its foot in her shredded clothes. Wet, squelching sounds followed its turning, and it stepped over the mutilated corpse of the woman, thrilling with the memory of her cries. The Moon – cold, unforgiving – painted its flushing face in a pale grey film. A pair of eyes as big as walnuts watched in utter horror as the monster approached unflinchingly through the blood-sprayed grass. How the same blood dripped from its warm fingers, blood yet warm not minutes before. It twitched sickeningly at the boy’s reaction.

 The boy’s knees buckled when she came near, and he curled on the ground, tears gushing out of his eyes. He covered his neck with his hands, hands so like this monster’s, yet gentle, human. Hands which had bled for changing its broken strings. The monster swiped at empty air, and the boy’s voice stuck in his throat. A hand seized him – an invisible, clawed hand – and like a cut of meat on a stove he was flipped over, the monster drinking the fear from his revealed face. It had the shape of a human, but there was no humanity in its maddened gaze. The blood on its hands shone in the cruel moonlight, the shine reflected in its eyes. Its hair was knotted; it wore clothes like a woman’s, but they were rags not skirts, and blood all over. Its lips were split and ground between jagged teeth, a red trickle running down the side of its chin. Its voice was the rasp of a body dragged through a forest.

 The monster crouched, levelling its blood-shot eyes with
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>> No. 1148
Oh great, another 'youkai drive humanity to extinction' story by YAF.
>> No. 1149
Thank you.

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A one-shot? Probably.

Hold on to what you have. How long will it last?


I still remember the day I met her. She bared her fangs at me in the forest at the base of the mountain. It was a long time ago, but not too far away. Right now, the wind from the very same mountain is tickling my hair as I sit on the porch, stargazing with a cup full of nearly perfectly-brewed green tea. Mars is bright today.

Thinking about tea again, am I? I shouldn't; it always reminds me how the tea used to be better, perfect, before she...
No, not the tea.

I met her during one rainy morning in late spring. The cherry trees had already grown leaves and the winds had clear signs of the coming summer in them. That day, however, was rainy. It was just a relatively light downpour, but it had lasted for days. Everything was wet, even my clothes despite the umbrella. The hem of the dress I had back then got coloured brown that day. It still is. That day, something told me to go for a walk despite the rain. I usually listen to these calls. I think they're what sets me – us – apart from humans, the calls and urges. Anyways, the ground was carpeted in last year's leaves as I walked along the lower slopes of the mountain. They were soft to step on and muffled sounds, but a little slippery because of the rain.

The moment was immemorial. The only sound was the hum of the rain on the young, fresh leaves of the deciduous trees. The sky was gray, but the leaves... They were so full of life. The raw power, the pure will of life itself could be felt that day. Was it morning or evening, that I cannot remember, but I was taking a walk, listening to the calming, meditative hum of the rain when I saw her. She had sprung a trap of a hunter, meant for a rabbit. Fate, if such thing exists, had to have its hands in it, for she was far too wise to fall for something like that even back then, all those years ago.
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>> No. 1098
those feels...

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"I wish I was just a doll."

Alice Margatroid mutters these words to the wind.

"A doll never complains, and is loyal to the one that takes care of her, eh?"

Leaning towards the silvered windowpane, Alice puts one gloved hand under her chin, while the other dusts off her chalked sides. For the usual seamstress, this kind of stain is common - but for Alice Margatroid, this is a mark of how flawed extended periods of life can be - the very irony of gaining even more knowledge comes at the expense of a weakening body, at least as one ages.

"Why did I do that," she thought, "if in the end, I am alone?"

The ordinary black magician was her shoulder for every time she needed someone to lean on. She suddenly remembered how they first met - it was the most unpleasant way of meeting a friend-to-be, after all. Alice Margatroid missed the yells she uttered for when her magician friend almost always broke into the same window Alice is looking at. Marisa Kirisame was not the type to enter a house properly. Yet, the seven-coloured puppeteer put up with the magician, for their one interest was common. Eventually, the rainbow opened up to the monochrome - the two sweared to be a companion to one another at all times.

"But why, of all people, did you break your promise to me?"
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>> No. 1097
I'm seeing double.

>> No. 1103
Sorry for the lack of updates. IRL problems, 7 minutes, etc.
>> No. 1105

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This is something I wrote up a while (four or five months?) ago. I wanted to make it longer but never got around to it, so I thought I would post it here as it seemed like a likely place for it to belong. Please read warmly~.

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"You come here again, Nanashi, to this hallowed mausoleum. What is your request this time?"

"Why do you call me that, anyway?"



"It fits. I still remember when you first threw yourself at my feet, wanting to become a student of Taoism." She smiled softly atop her... It wouldn't be fair to call it a throne, even as I was sitting in a kneeling position, she still was barely taller than me atop her modest seat. "You had no direction, no name, and no legacy. Yet, your heart burned with a feverent desire I hadn't seen since Mononobe joined my cause." She ran her fingers across the arm of her chair as she spoke, "I wanted to give you a legacy, serving under me, perhaps you would make a name for yourself here in this strange land of fantasy as I did, during these recent events." Her eyes wandered away from mine, lost in thought.

A silence passed between us.
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>> No. 1080
The only places I posted this before now was /jp/ and a Skype conversation with a friend. If you read it elsewhere it was not posted there with my knowledge.

Not that I really mind, in any case.
>> No. 1081
Not bad.
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I remembered Miki's face as she died.

She looked like someone who'd tripped. That's all she had time for. The bayonet of Suzu's rifle was plunged into her chest, then used to swing her into Usagi's thrust just as the human found the trigger, blowing a hole through Suzu and Miki both. Only then did her eyes widen with fright, as she reached out to me, asking me to catch her.

Then she was gone.

The magic – the madness – came instantly, my whole psyche narrowing to a razor's edge. I attacked – and in that very instant, several bodies hit me as one. As I fell, I
knew the other one, the engineer, had lagged for just that reason, had seized Yuko and thrown her into her mates, neatly knocked us all down like ninepins. Knowledge already buried in my coward's heart blossomed crystal-clear in my consciousness.

The Sisters had hidden their mirth behind paper fans as they spoke of their primitive firecracker, their tiny soup-can ship, their bulging clown-suits. But I saw men willing to strap onto a towering pillar of explosives and ride it into the sky, trust their lives to archaically complex clockwork and their ability to keep it ticking. The Watatsukis regarded the tech, I, the technicians. They were the pinnacle of their people: engineers, scholars, geniuses. Heroes.

And before that?

They had been warriors.

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>> No. 1073
I liked it. Don't get the ending really but that's probobly me being an idiot.
>> No. 1074
Nice. I heard those are refreshing to writers.
To readers too, now that I think about it.
>> No. 1075
Goddamnit Deme.

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I open my hand, revealing that the coin is gone. There’s a surprised shout of glee from beside me; Cirno again, wings of crystalline ice glimmering agitatedly behind her back. She looks caught up in something between a mixture of awe and dangerous interest.


A meaty palm slaps the table, rattling our mugs. “Horse-fuckin’-shit. Do it again. I wasn’t ready that time!”

…He’s glaring a hole through my empty palm, eyes abominably wide. I swear I can count his capillaries- that can’t be healthy, right?

“Sure thing.”

I comply in the shittiest way possible, plucking a quarter out from behind the startled fairy’s ear, leaving her gasping and him on the verge of apoplexy. My smirk stretches just a little bit wider.
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>> No. 976
What the fuck am I reading?

Do that, maybe.
>> No. 995
I for one like seeing Wizanon from another perspective. He seem like a likeable asshole.
>> No. 997
it wasn't obvious in his own story? Talk about rolling a one on your perception check.

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I was sent to investigate the situation.

The situation is an all-out war between two nations.
The fighting is currently at a standstill and both sides have dug into defensive positions. Gunshots are exchanged daily, and a few buildings change hands over and over again as both sides try to capture the same city.

I walk down the empty, war-torn street littered with annihilated cars, bomb shrapnel and bullet holes. Which side originally owned this city no longer matters: it no longer belongs to anyone. The residents left before the fighting began, either drafted to the army, or if unfit for military service, just sent away. Right now it's either a location of great strategic importance or just a hellhole depending on whether you ask an officer or someone doing the actual fighting.

Kicking an empty, rust-colored can, I let out a sigh and wonder exactly why I was sent here of all places. If they want to spy on humanity, they have better ways than sending one agent into the middle of a battlefield where everyone who's not an ally is to be shot on sight. Perhaps this is a punishment for something I did earlier. Perhaps it's for that one time I ate one of Toyohime's peaches before knowing we're not supposed to do that.

Sighing again, I walk into one of the office buildings along the street. Maybe this was a shop once. Empty shelves line the walls and there's a counter which could have had a cashier at it. Thinking about what this place could have been brings a smile to my face. A quiet bookstore, perhaps. Opening the door would ring a bell small somewhere.

Regardless of what it once was, it will now serve as a hiding place. Not here, though. Upstairs. With luck, there may even be a somewhat intact mattress somewhere. Then I could sleep for a few hours without getting a sore back. It was yesterday – or was it two days ago? When was it that I found that safe corner on the outskirts of this city and last slept? Well, that doesn't matter anymore. Not now that I've found this place in the middle of the no-man's land between the two fighting sides. It's been deceivingly quiet for the last two days in her
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So, in order to help myself remember some Chinese idioms, I started writing stories narrated by Meiling, that are adapted versions of stories that birthed some Chinese four-character phrases. I'm absolutely certain that if I write something about it, I won't forget the idiom. Or so I hope.
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>> No. 935

WWII era piece, since obsolete and removed from service, so... that's entirely old enough to randomly show up in Gensokyo.

>> No. 939
I do my best to!

I've also got the phrase for my next story lined up, and honestly it's just rewriting of the swaggest goddamn story in all of Chinese idiom literature. Now I just need to think of characters for it.
>> No. 940
Well, this sure is a jarring re-introduction to ye olde Chinese idiom stories.

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One fine winter day, a little girl screamed,
“And then you multiply, the solution is nine!”
And all the class laughed, for to all it seemed,
The answer was something she could not divine.

The students all left, the day bell rung,
The little girl strode fuming, her mood poor.
Yet next to her, another girl sung,
“Don’t worry, don’t worry, we all make mistakes, to you I assure.”

“Not me, not I, because I’m the best!”
“I know, I know, you are most definitely strong.”
And so the two little girls kept talking in jest,
Together they went, the hours just ticking along.

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>> No. 805
Yessssssssss. He's taken the nick!
>> No. 806
Manly tears of joy were had.
>> No. 807
I can't look at my trip and not read it that way. Besides, it's better than anything I'd ever come up with; nice and ridiculous, just the way I like it.

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My Mistress loves to eat.

Each day, I prepare enough food to feed at least three large families, and each day she single-handedly devours every single thing placed in front of her. She is a kind Mistress, but eccentric, and prone to acts of whimsy. And so, I do everything within my power to fulfill any request she may make of me, however ridiculous it may be.

As she consumed her mid-morning snack of fried tengu egg seasoned with ground hakutaku horn, washed down with a pitcher of puréed curry, I recounted the events of my morning shopping trip. She seldom shows any sign of listening, but it's better than silently listening to the disgusting sounds of gnawing and slurping as she practically inhales her meals. Just as I was telling her of my run-in with that immortal girl, fresh from what looked to be a rather brutal and violent fight with the aliens. A fight that she lost, if her injuries were any indication.


From her tone, I can already tell she wants me to do something.
I can barely contain my sense of dread.

“For tonight's dinner, I think I would like some liver. Ooh! With onions! Liver and onions, Youmu!”

Liver and onions? I almost couldn't believe what I was hearing! My Mistress was, for once, requesting something conventional! No exotic ingredients, no outlandish recipes, just a simple meal of liver and onions?

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You better not sleep,
You better not fly,
Better stay home, I'm telling you why;
Seiga Claus is coming to town!

She's making a list,
And checking it twice;
Deciding what stuff might fetch a nice price,
Seiga Claus is coming to town!

She sees where you have hidden,
All that you hope she won't find;
It won't matter one iota,
She'll still rob you fucking blind!

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>> No. 803
Dammit OP, I enjoyed this too much. You might as well add Rabbit to these,
>> No. 814

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