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anarchangelic

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READ THIS (if you will)

17 May 2015 - 11:10 PM

I have finally started the steps to legitimization of something I have been working on for a while. I hope posting this will not be going against any rules; this thread is just as much for a desire to give away than to solicit for sales, but forgive me if this ends up crossing a line to being unallowed.

 

http://www.amazon.co...=untitled sawka

 

The above is for the main U.S. Amazon site, but for my fellow Canadians:
 

http://www.amazon.ca...ywords=untitled

This is my first novel, with aspiration and progress on further ones to completed in time. Some few people on here (if they are still around) may have read the fanfiction I once posted, and indeed, a modified version of that story is in fact part of the overall mythos of this series, though is not featured in this first novel.
At this point I am more interested in establishing readers than I am expecting "sales", so if anyone out there is interested, please message me and I would be glad to send you a pdf copy of the novel. If you like it, then perhpas you might consider buying your own copy (if you will).

 

Why do I post here? While one answer is of course that any publicity is a good thing, the specific reasoning is that the main character does in fact have an obsession with the J-idol world, and even if this is only a brief mention here and there, this simple fact might supply a slight spark of connectivity to users of this forum, which you might never find in any other "official" literary novel. I do urge you to give it a shot, though I cannot promise its style will appeal to everyone.

Some information about the book is of course present on the site and back cover of the novel, but to just mention it briefly here: The book is a psychological mystery, with philosophical perspectives, presented with some uncommon visual styles in parts. I would prefer not to spoil more, as I believe that knowing less about what precisely will occur is part of the fun of this type of story . . . but if anyone out there does in fact prefer to have more details about it before they would want to try it, please feel free to ask questions (though I would prefer to only reveal details in PM for now, so as not to spoil anything for others at this stage of release).

 

So please READ THIS if you will: UNTITLED.


Anarchangelic attempts fanfiction

15 June 2011 - 03:18 AM

Hello to everyone. This will be my first attempt at this type of story. I never thought that I would try fan fiction, but after reading some of the ones that are up here, I have seen that they can be much more varied in content than I had always envisioned. So I guess I was inspired to try one myself by all of you guys. Maybe some of you will like it.


Awakenings section 1

Some of her muscles were as tight as stone, and others were so exhausted that they were practically begging her to just stop, right here on the sidewalk, and lie down for a bit.

I guess I should have gone with a taxi after all, she thought to herself, but Sayumi was only two blocks from home now, so she gave herself a silent ganbare as a joke. Immediately, the soreness of her muscles was pushed back from the front of her consciousness, as her mind shifted instead to the realization that she had just actually pumped her arms with the thought, without intending to.

It brought a smirk to her face, and she unconsciously brought her right hand up to push her long black hair behind her ear. As she did this, she also took a sneaking glance up and down the road, just to see if anyone might have noticed her impromptu self-encouragement. No one seemed to be looking at her though.

She was reminded of a time when a strong wind had blown her skirt right up, exactly when an older man had been gazing right in her direction. Was that ever embarrassing! Sayumi found herself wondering though, would it have been more or less of an embarrassment if it had been a hot young guy who had seen. Or what if it had even been an obvious fan, one who would then be counting his lucky stars for Mother Nature's little fanservice.

As she continued to walk, she reflected on the lessons they had gone through today. It was another new concert tour for her idol group, and it was always exciting, even though she had already been doing this for over 7 years now. She loved the live performances, but the first couple days of learning the steps to a new routine was always a slight system shock; very tiring, both physically and emotionally. But hey, I chose this life, didn't I? she thought with a smile. She wouldn't trade it for anything right now.

Sayumi was just now getting to the front of her apartment complex. If not for the slight rustling sound, she probably wouldn't have even noticed the animal perched on a nearby fence.

As she turned her head towards the sound, her eyes widened with surprise, and then appreciation. There was a brown coloured owl, just sitting there. It seemed to be looking right at her, its eyes piercing into her. She had the urge to exclaim kawaii, but it was stifled for some reason. The moment seemed too serious, but she couldn't understand why she felt that way.

Thoughts began to come in. What was this doing here, in the city? Do we even have owls like this anywhere around here? She couldn't remember ever having seen one outside of the zoo. She had an image of the bird accidentally getting on board a ship somewhere else, and then flying for freedom when the ship entered Tokyo harbor. It was probably totally lost now, she thought, and had a moment of sympathy for it.

She wanted to show her mom, who should be at home right now. She pulled her cell phone out of her bag, without taking her eyes off the owl. It felt strange, dialing the number to her home when she was in actuality only metres from it.

She heard it ring once, but then suddenly a sharp, loud tone rang out of the phone, hurting her eardrums. She involuntarily took the phone away from her ear, but the sound only seemed to get louder. It was a high pitched shriek now, almost like a whistle of some type. She tried to hit the off button, but the sound kept coming through.

An inexplicable feeling of dread began to creep up on her, and from the corner of her eye, a dark and shimmering shape seemed to emerge from a nearby shrub hedge.

Sayumi jerked her head in the direction of it. At first it seemed like a cloud of smoke was coming out of the bush. For a moment she thought that it might have caught fire or something.

In a matter of seconds though, the “smoke” started to take on a definitive shape. The hairs on her arms and neck stood up, and her skin became flushed with a shiver, as a pair of haunting red eyes seemed to emerge from the smoke, which now had the vague outline of a dog . . . or a wolf.

Sayumi screamed. Her pitch matched the tone which was still pouring out from the phone in her hand. She wanted to run, but she was frozen in fear. She wanted to look away, but the eyes were hypnotic.

She drew in her breath to scream again, but her throat seemed to close. The sound just didn't want to come out now, as if it feared it would spur the animal to attack.

The image of the wolf was now fully formed. It was not smoky at all, but seemed a true flesh-and-blood creature. Sayumi was still rooted in place. She willed herself to move, but the muscles just wouldn't respond.

Her fear reached a peak, her eyes wider than they'd ever been before, as it appeared the animal was readying to leap for her. In that instant, a flying brown mass entered her field of vision, crashing right into her arm. She dropped her phone, which hit the ground with a loud cracking sound. The owl then leapt right onto the phone, and started freaking out, wings flapping furiously. She could only see this out of her periphery, her eyes still glued to the wolf's.

The wolf leapt . . . and disappeared into a plume of black smoke (or was it ash?), a mere metre away from Sayumi's face.

She immediately fell down onto her ass, as if all tension in her body suddenly left. She screamed on lapsed impulse, but only briefly. She looked around, and saw a young girl, maybe 10 years old, looking at her . . .

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