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Thanks for the feedback so far. After finishing Act 1, I had a better idea of the characters I wanted to include and the journey I want both Hisao and Hitomi to take, so I was able to sketch out a rough outline of what I want to do. That being said, I'm still writing scene-by-scene and letting the ...

This is such an intriguing piece! I really love how you're setting up Hitomi here, this more boorish and frank personality isn't one you see often in other OC girl pieces. She character in general seems to be very well rounded and has a lot of appeal in my eyes. At least enough to keep reading. Tha...

It only took a few minutes for Iwanako and I to reach my parents' front door from the café, but in that short walk she told me all about her conversation with Hanako in the bathroom. I really don't know what to think, but I feel like it was a step in the right direction, at least. I glance up at the...

Hitomi and I wander around the festival together for a while, settling into a comfortable rhythm. Neither of us speaks, and neither of us questions it. Sometimes she seems to be the one choosing the direction we walk; sometimes it's me steering us, but regardless, we walk beside each other. A few ti...

That was a close call… I walk out of the dorm and into the ongoing festival, glad to be alone. For some reason, I decided to ask Kenji what he was doing for the festival. I don't know why I bothered; he went into a panic and started ranting about how terrible everything was, and that we needed to h...

I head back to my dorm, the half-day of classes we finally finished somehow still feeling like an exhausting amount of time. I don't know why I'm so tired. Maybe it's just the whole week coming down on me, but I just feel overwhelmed by it all. I'm looking forward to a quiet evening, and maybe doing...

I managed to drag myself out of bed and down to the track, despite my body's protests. Emi was there before me, just like yesterday, and wasted no time getting me running. She sets a slow pace that I can keep up with, but I can tell that it's bugging her jogging at such a low speed. Compared to how ...

It's been a couple days since I walked out on my game with Shizune, and she's been much less persistent about trying to get me to join the student council since then, although I doubt she's fully given up just yet. Classes just got out, and I'm walking back from checking the cafeteria with Hanako af...

Act 1 - Life Expectancy How the hell did I end up here? Somehow, I let the most overbearing girls in my class get me to agree to play a game with them I'd never even heard of before. Admittedly, they're also the only girls in my class I've actually spoken to, but something makes me doubt that any o...

New idea hit me while I was editing my other story Rebound , and I couldn't help but start on it. This is a route for an OC named Hitomi Nomura, another recent transfer student. Several things made me want to tell this story, and I'm trying to frame and pull it all together as the story evolves. As ...

Okay, after reading back through what I have so far, I've got a lot of ideas on what needs work. Other than the Hanako at the overlook scene, all the settings are boring, generic, under-described, etc. 99% of the writing is dedicated to dialogue or internal monologue related to dialogue, and it gets...

Just finished up Chapter 7. Gonna take a short break and get back to writing this in a few days. I'm not looking for ideas in story direction, as I have several swirling around in my mind now, but any suggestions regarding dialogue, internal monologue, general story structure, or other writing advi...

"Hold the camera a little higher!" Naomi calls to me, as I try to get a good shot of her and Natsume with Mt. Fuji in the background. I know she wants the most flattering angle possible, but if we want to see the peak in the background, I can't really do what she's asking. "I can't re...

I stare up at the new, yet all too familiar ceiling, wondering how the hell I ended up here. I know what happened, of course, but the sheer absurdity and suddenness of it is surreal, and hard to really grasp. Beside me, Iwanako shifts drowsily, her arm clutching me tightly. After our slow and rather...

I check myself in the mirror for what feels like the 50th time- still good to go. My watch hasn't changed the minute since the last time- still 20 minutes before I really need to leave. I haven't been this anxious since- No. Today isn't the day to think about that. Maybe after today, I can finally b...