Literature - Fiction

Author Notes: I actually do put dividers in between different points of view, however in the transition to FictionPress they are getting deleted for some reason. So I'm trying something else out, hopefully it works.)

The Inner Man – Episode 17 – Enemies

Mashiro refrained from speaking to the man as much as he could. There was something about Mr. Autumn that was not settling easy with him. He did not know what his motives were or how he even knew about what happening. ...

The Inner Man – Episode 16 – Breadcrumbs

Chiko was not looking towards going to class today since he knew that with how yesterday went there was going to be problems. He was dreading the walk to school if Nobu showed up. That whole thing was completely screwed up and he did not handle it in the best way. Though it was thanks to Kohana's sudden actions that he had been saved from having to endure that in spite of her putting him in the situation to begin with. She still refused to apologize ...

“Hello? Good evening!” Ayumi greeted the door in her usual cheerful manner, but quickly changed it when she saw that it was only Yuki. “…It’s you…” She moved out of the way allowing him into the house. “Come in.” Tonight she was wearing a long simple, light green, dress that tied itself in at the waist with her hair down.

The invitation had come from Ayumi, but Yuki still did not feel comfortable about going into another girl’s house alone. He knew Ayumi and there would not ...

“…real world…” said Yuki softly while he was still staring at Ayumi. The thought had almost made him laugh knowing how much of a strange and ironic statement that was to be said. ‘Most wouldn’t see it as a real world and until yesterday it was just a fake world to me. Strange to think my fantasies could be in the real world.’ He stood up from the grass looking straight at Ayumi smoothing out his uniform. There were questions that needed to be answered and he did not have a lot of free time. ...

The Inner Man – Episode 15 – Unspoken

Chiko was getting increasingly annoyed by the minute. He hated what it was that he was forced to do. He had spent an hour trying to get himself out of this mess, but it was no use. At this point he was stuck having to deal with it because it was already happening. He could not believe that he was being forced to do something like this. It was unspeakable to force him to do this, though he had already done his fair share of speaking on the matter. ...