Dear Diary
I don't have much to say, since I'm keeping my pointless rants in my lj until I find my diary…which is unlikely…since said possession of mine is buried deep within a box, under layers of clothing, toys and stuffs
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Thank you so much hearmelaugh and isumi 'kivik' for betareading, I luff you, guys!
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Disclaimer: KKM will never ever, ever, ever belong to me… no matter how much I cry
The Poet and the Pendulum doesn't belong to me either… I wish it did… but it's awesomeness is well beyond me
--To hearmelaugh for being so awesome and for the cutest tabby cat I've ever seen--
Dear Neko-chan,
I had a dream. I was in this beautiful garden, surrounded by flowers. Red flowers, blue flowers, yellow flowers. I was home. It felt so nice, the warm breezes caressing my skin as I sat over a particularly comfortable stone bench. All of a sudden, someone was combing my hair. I turned around to see Mother. "Be still my son, you are home" she said. She sat next to me. "Oh, when did you become so cold?" her hands cupped my face, eyes brimming with tears. I could feel mine stinging as well. Then I was falling...falling...the colors blended together and spun around me. "All you need is to feel my love", her voice rang in through the darkness. I have hope, my dear diary...I know they will get me out of here
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Dear Neko-chan,
I was wondering what my dream meant. Am I gonna be home soon? Then again it might just be a figment of my imagination…just wishful thinking. I don't know, Neko-chan, I wish I did. I wish I had Ulrike's powers and was able to hear the Original King Shinou's voice. I wish I knew what he has planned for me in the future. So far I can only pray and hope this will be over soon
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Dear Neko-chan,
I wish I could take a bath. Oh how I wish… I'm feel so dirty. Maybe if I was able to take a bath I would, my dear captors, agree to your terms. After all, what could I possibly lose? I don't know anything I shouldn't know and I'm happy I don't.
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Dear Neko-chan,
Today they haven't come for me. They usually come early in the morning to resume the… questioning. I wonder how they expect me to know such a thing. If they wanted to know about it they should have kidnapped Gwendal, how many times do I have to repeat it, I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT IT!
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Dear Neko-chan,
They haven't stopped by in a week or so. The last time they dropped by food was four days ago. Luckily, the hooded man's daughter has taken a liking for me and is frequently bringing me ripe fruit. She's about Greta's age… I don't even want to imagine what would happen to her if she gets caught. I wonder how's my Greta doing…
I suppose now my captors want me dead, seeing they won't bother to bring me food any more. Maybe it's because my King is in his way here, to free me from my prison. I don't know why, Neko-chan…but the lack of interest on their behalves has given me hope
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--The soldier closed the book, leaning into the stone wall. Once immaculate blond locks now matted with dried blood and dirt, eyes closed as if to avoid looking at his surroundings--
I'm trying to develop a theme for every group of entries. The first five were the setting, this five's theme is 'hope', the next two sets of entries will be longer
Drop me a review? Pretty please?
-Vivi