Wammy's House, TON. Chp 5 RdxWammy's House, The Other N. Chapter 5 Redux Nodoka never thought her dorm could get anymore empty then it was now. L had taken nothing; even his laptop was left still purring on his bed. As she looked around the disturbingly quiet room, her breath began to grow short and shallow. Old memories forced their way into her thoughts and she ran to her room. Hysterically, she tore through the room, searching. The memories threatened to overthrow her. Frustrated to the core, she threw her blankets and pillows on the floor; and there it was. Relieved, Nodoka snatched the stuffed cat up from the mattress and clenched it to her chest. Slowly she sank
Wammy's House, TON. Chp 4 RdxWammy's House, The Other N. Chapter 4 Redux The walk back to Wammy's was a quiet one, both absorbed in their own thoughts. When they finally arrived at their dorm, the last class of the day was about to begin. Quickly, Nodoka placed her half-eaten lollipop on the kitchen counter, grabbed her books, and left L sitting on the couch. As soon as the door clicked closed, she heaved out a huge sigh. It had taken a lot to keep herself from asking Asano more questions about his mysterious behavior. As Nodoka entered the halls of the building, she looked at the hundreds of students she passed and felt utterly hopeless. None of these people knew As
Wammy's House, TON. Chp 3 RdxWammy's House, The Other N. Chapter 3 Redux It had been a week since Nodoka's first night on the bottom bunk in her new dorm. And with each passing day, her time at Wammy's House had gotten progressively better than the first. It had taken a couple days, but her classmates had gotten over the shock of her blue hair and had begun to express interest in inducting her into their group of friends. After feeling alone for so long, she at last found solace in the magnificent halls of the school. A loud bell rang in the distance and Nodoka got out of her seat and headed towards her dorm for lunch. Even though she had the capability to spend her
Something is RottenSomething is rotten in the state of Denmark.The sky and clouds are tinged in blackA journey now would be unwise to embark.Even with the light of day rising in the east,The sight of red pierces through my eyesSignaling tragedy beyond that of a beast.Oh, if only the cock would sound the alarm!Can it not sense from its roost the unholyBlack clowder flee from the land spirits charm?How I fear no amount of scent or spiceCan help my uneasy soul! Crow!You blasted bird! I'm prepared to pay the price!Helios has finished his journey yetYour voice does not perk!Could this be a trick a devil has set?A plot perhaps to keep ev
A Simple FactYesterday is gone.We must all move on.The entire day is wastedPlanning the unexpected.But the loving night is freeBy the wonders that we see.
I Am -NOT- StrongI AM strongI know you don't believe meWith those snide looksAnd rolling eyesI AM strongYour words can't hurt meNothing can make me cryBut you always tryYou SAY I'm stupidYou SAY I'm weakYou SAY I'm not drivenYou SAY I'm irresponsibleYou SAY I can't accomplish anythingWell...You SAY I'm stupidYet I know where the knives areYou SAY I'm weakYet I have the strength to stabYou SAID I'm not drivenYet I continued to get the othersYou SAID I'm irresponsibleYet I made sure to wash the knifeAnd put it awayYou SAID I can't accomplish anythingYou can NEVER say that again
SoulWhat is a person.What drives youTo beYou?What are you born withThat makes you thinkThe way youDo?Is it DNA?Genetics?Everything our bodies and brainAre reduced toIn the name of science?Or could it be something else,Something we can not touch,Or see - but believe.A soul.A thing more of theory,Than reality.Something that is saidTo carry the whole of a person.So who's to say,That the soul is not a person?Not part of the human spirit?Your soul chooses yourPath,Personality,Perception.The way you go about your day.Compose,Conceive,Convict,Others and yourself.Your spirit is your soul