Snicket wrote:
Body Swap(im still working on a better title)
Hisao swaps bodies with five main love interests. (plus Misha) Over the course of a week.With Hisao being the only one who sill remembers possessing the girls bodies. While the girls only have memory fragments of it.
Sounds like the premises of a love-comedy. If you have some really good jokes in mind I'd favour this one.
Snicket wrote:
Speed-ish(another title in progress)
Modern medicine may have finally found a way to cure Hisao's heart condition, but the long therm effects of the medicine are unknown. So there maybe some side effects of it.
How'd you do that in a short story? Showing Hisao struggling with the decision and then giving us a glimpe into his (hopefully faraway) future?
Snicket wrote:Pick a color
Muto has everyone in class group up according to what color they choose from the box. Hisao now must get to know the other students of his class.
A secret Santa scenario? Do you feel confident enough to do OCs? Or are you going to stick with Hanako, Misha and Shizune? Seeing as Shizune recently is on the rise in terms of popularity there would certainly some people looking forward to it. But OCs may give you more of a touch of originality.
Snicket wrote:
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Hisao saves Yuuko from a falling bookshelf, when an incident leaves the library in shambles.
Interesting to delve more into Yuuko, I guess she was a little bit left behind while we are so focused on the other girls. Again, this scenario calls for more exploration of Yamaku and its cast of diverse characters rather than our fixation on the girls.
[Deep breath]
Okay, since I am already here I may post my Rin ficlet I have written some time ago before I became dissatisfied with it.
Piece of mind
There are many wrongs in this world. It is sad but nonetheless true and necessary for evil to exist in order to truly experience what is “good”. Often the most “evil” things are born from a “good” cause.
I know of this and despite that I cannot accept the horrors this school seems to put me through. There are some things I can accept but not this!
I sigh and put the book on my lap to rub my eyes from the sleepiness of boredom.
The situation is that Shizune had complained against the reading material provided in the literature class and cited them as old-fashioned and too specific for Japan in this modern globalised world. End of story, we got the most boring Western story to read that the teacher could think of.
Romeo and Juliet
Already put into celluloid and onto paper in thousands of variations and here we are now - still enforced to read it. If only reading out in the open would have helped but no, surprisingly, it does not!
Peering through my fingers a shadow falls across my feet and tentatively I stop rubbing my eyes.
‘Ah, it is Rin.’
I look up at her and squint my eyes to see her expression. She is somewhat showing a mixture between a frown and a smile, it is almost as unique as the girl wearing it.
<<What can I do for you?>> I ask.
>>What are you reading there?<< she responds.
‘Always to the point, isn’t she?’
I take the book in my right hand and show her the title.
She does not say one single word.
‘Guess I have to initiate conversation here, eh?’
<<It is “Romeo and Juliet”.>>
Still no answer from her.
<<You do know the story of Romeo and Juliet, right?>>
‘I mean, who freaking doesn’t?’
She shrugs her shoulders >>Only seen the movie.<<
I lower the book and rest it in my lap again <<What version?>>
She rapidly shuts and opens her eyes multiple times as if to concentrate all her will into summoning her memories. >>The normal one I’d guess with this one actor.<<
<<No, I mean what kind of adaption was it?>> I sigh – Rin can be pretty hard to deal with.
Looking somehow annoyed she answers >>The normal, historical one where they fall in love and he dies when the ship hits the iceberg.<<
I am a little bit flabbergasted.
‘I do not really get what she is talking about but that has always been Rin’s modus operandi with me. Guess I just play along with it.’
<<Did you like this “Romeo and Juliet”?>>
She flops down in the grass in front of me and shakes her head make her already unruly hair even more of a mess of auburn>>It was so bad I could not use ice cubes in any kind of drink for a long time because I feared I would slit my tongue and die of blood loss.<<
And with the finality of a death row prisoner she adds >>It was the hottest summer I can remember.<<
I search her face for any sign if she is just playing with me but I cannot detect anything within her poker face. We look at each other and I am not able to discern whether her expression is one of amusement or boredom.
>>Emi said the movie was, in her opinion, really sad, too.<< She finally says.
I do not answer, she does not continue to speak but she openly stares into my eyes although her face betrays no emotions. I am the first to avert his eyes and I try to come up with something because I do not really get why she suddenly mentions Emi’s state of emotions after some random movie.
<<I … I do not feel much about such things – I mean it’s just fiction, right?>>
She raises one of her eyebrows but does not utter anything. She is making me feel slightly uncomfortable.
Then she looks to the book in my lap and slowly lies down completely eyes locked to the sky above.
>>I understand.<<
Seeing that the conversation is over for now I try to read the dreaded play again. For some minutes nothing happens.
I sometimes feel compelled to look at her form lying in the grass.
‘Just what is she doing there?’
As if on cue she moves her face to look in my direction.
‘But is it really me she looks at or are her eyes picturing something different far away?’
I decide that I do not know. But maybe I want to ...
>>Hisao!<<
Startled I rush to answer <<Ah, … yeah?>>
Her eyes are focused on me now.
The words are lazily drawled as if she purposely does not put much effort in them.
>>Will you finish your picture in the Art club tomorrow?<<
That is one thing I do not want to talk about. I have never been good at painting or anything of that sort and if I recall correctly my picture is just a mess of different colours at this point.
<<I will try.>> I answer truthfully.
With no more to say I gather my book and stand up to leave.
>>You should use different brushing techniques.<< she tells me in an uninterested voice.
She always confuses me with her comments.
<<Well, I could experiment.>> I anwswer vaguely.
Out of the corner of my eyes I see her lips turn upwards into a small smile.
>>You are a little feeble and to quick with your hands to finish. Try to be more patient!>>
That may be a good point I really do tend to rush some things if I want to get them done
<<Thanks for the advice!>>
For a moment she halts as if expecting some other answer or pondering my words for hidden meanings but after a few seconds she continues.
>>If you do not mind I can help you with that – if you don’t have anything against a foot on your hand while you are holding your brush.<<
There is no other way to answer that <<Thanks for the offer I would really appreciate it.>>
For a moment we both smile. I do it out of gratitude for her giving me advice and company and she smiles … well, for whatever reasons she has.
No matter what, it is good to see her smile.
We exchange goodbyes and I return to my dorm.
With every step I take my thoughts wander from Romeo and Juliette to my picture, random movies and Rin.
‘She certainly gave me a piece of her mind today.’ I chuckle.
From boring plays to films and art – we certainly had a wide array of topics today.
And with the clicking sound of my closing door one tiny thought slips through my brain. The first words already forgotten when the last syllable is reached.
“Ma...,
m...e she
.an .ive
... .eace
of min.
as wel.?”
After locking my door I am left with nothing to do but an unexplainable feeling of looking forward to the coming day.
Ahh, Morticia? I would die for her. I would kill for her. Either way, what bliss.