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Response to prompt #1. by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Response to prompt #1.

She just wanted to be normal… But in her heart she felt, in her mind she knew that all she was - all she would ever be - was anything but. The first day she noticed, she was nine years old. She was at home, leaned up against the wall, sitting on the bed in her room, and it was raining. It’d been raining all day. With a shaky hand, she turned the page of the book she’d been rereading, Roald Dahl’s Matilda, and tried to tune out the screaming coming from a few rooms over. "What do you mean, you don’t have any money! You work eight hours a week, Ted! How the fuck are we supposed to pay our electricity bill

Satsuki's Ambition by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Satsuki's Ambition

Long, jet black locks silently blew in the wind, billowing and flowing freely around a feminine, slender figure. The young woman sat quietly on a bench not too far outside of Cerulean City, still as a statue - hands neatly folded into her lap, back straight. Her gown, like her hair, fluttered freely, even as her body remained still. If one looked carefully perhaps they'd be able to make out the subtle parting of her lips as she exhaled every few moments, but that was it. Satsuki sat staring straight ahead, lost in thought. It couldn't have been more than ten minutes ago since she had found out that the trainer she'd been running into mo

Just a poem. by Nyatta-chan, literature

Choco's Intro. by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Choco's Intro.

"There. Got all the money..." a burly man muttered, throwing an enormous sack of money over his shoulder. "Now to get outta here." The robber sneered, ready to run off before the police or any other authority figures could show up. He got a good run for it and darted off into the streets, causing drivers to honk angrily and pedestrians to cuss his way. When at last he reached an abandoned alleyway, the man stopped to count his cash. Sirens of police cars wailed in the background, but that did nothing to hinder his pride and wide grin as they sped by. "Fuck the police. They don't know jack shit." A chuckle left his lips. "They couldn't even fi

Superhuman Chapter One by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Superhuman Chapter One

The bell ending school rang, and Kiree was the first to leave the classroom. She headed down the hallway to her locker, lugging her heavy blue Jansport backpack along until she reached her destination and turned the black knob three times to the correct white slits. Kiree's somewhat pale fingers pulled up on the silver handle, opened and closed her locker after adding some notebooks and textbooks to her already backbreaking load, then set off to head home. The 5'5" teen brushed long blonde-electric blue streaked hair away from her face as she stopped in the middle of the hallway. Her eyes searched through the passing students, her left gray

The White Room by Nyatta-chan, literature

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The White Room

It was a bare, brightly lit room with white everywhere. There was no sound, no movement, no scent which wafted through the air. Just a wide room with a white floor, white ceiling, and white walls. And a girl. A skinny girl in a white gown, with paper-white skin, coarse long, white hair, pallid lips, and white eyes. She sat dead center in the room, legs crossed, feet bare. She sat, body perfectly still, staring straight ahead without a sound. Stagnant. Silent. She didn't even flare her nostrils or part her lips to breathe. Silence. Stillness. Her eyes remained blank, expressionless as a small crack appeared in the wall before her.

White by Nyatta-chan, literature

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White

I don't know how long after it was, but some time later I blinked my eyes open. I found myself in a white room, lying in a bed with white sheets. Looking to the left I saw a small bedside table, and on it in a glass vase was a single daffodil. To the right was a small metal pole, which had a pouch of liquid hanging from it. I saw a tube hanging from it and looked down - it was connected to my right arm. This place wasn't Heaven or Hell. It was a hospital room. How had I not died? My head hurt and my body felt slightly numb, but it wasn't what I'd expected - to say the least.

Enough by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Enough

"Hold onto my voice. He thinks he's won! But as sure as he's a coward, he will try to kick you." The words of Slim's trainer rang through her head, and past visions flashed before her. Mitch, jumping out of the closet, grabbing her from behind. Mitch, kicking her to the face when she was down. Mitch, tossing her to the floor forcefully. Mitch, keeping his grip around her neck as he threw her against the wall. Mitch, her husband, tossing their daughter Gracie off him like a rag doll and letting her head hit the floor, making the seven year old cry in pain. Each and every flashback fueled her rage and apathy towards him, strengthened h

Prologue for White by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Prologue for White

I felt myself slipping away from my body as my eyes fluttered shut. Just slipping… It was a sensation I'd never felt before, but I knew what it was. Dying. Cowards were afraid of death, people like Gato. The brave like my master Zabuza never cringed at the thought of it, as it danced on their flesh, eager to bring them under. For that very reason, I accepted death's numbing embrace and submitted. I submitted to death for Zabuza. The last thing I saw before my eyes closed were the white snowflakes that had begun to fall from the sky. It was then that I realized I was crying.

Captured by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Captured

"Jonah!" BeatFreak cried, flailing in Novacaine's grasp. "Jonah, help me! J-" "That's enough, Little Screamer," the redhead cooed tauntingly, clamping a hand over the teen's mouth. "Your boyfriend can't save you now." Ice blue eyes flicked over the tomboy's features, and she licked her lips as they spread into a wide grin. "Nobody can." "Mmph!" BeatFreak's eyes widened with a wild, scared look to them, like a caged animal. She tried biting at Novacaine's hand but it didn't seem to work. If anything, her grin grew. "Now now. You need some calming down." She reached down into her purse with one hand, the other holding BeatFreak, and drew a

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Response to prompt #1. by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Superhuman Chapter One by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Superhuman Chapter One

The White Room by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Enough by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Prologue for White by Nyatta-chan, literature

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Prologue for White

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Captured

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Nyatta-chan

Feb 26, 2014

Two years later...

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Almost! I really can't believe I haven't updated this since March of 2012, and I'm sorry about that!  I hardly go on DA these days, and a lot has happened, some of which I'm still trying to deal with.  But, to focus on the present, I'm currently going to a community college in hopes of raising my GPA so I can go back to my "old" college, where I was majoring in Creative Writing.  The college I'm going to right now is okay - nothing great, but better than I expected, and I really like my Literature Into Film class, as well as the professor I have.  Something about elderly people who don't give a fuck just brightens my day. On a more personal

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Nyatta-chan

Mar 16, 2012

Let's bring things up to speed!

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Hi, guys! It's been nearly a year since I've written a journal on here, and for that I'd like to apologize. I haven't been submitting stuff to, let alone frequenting, DA as much as I have in the past. Along with that, I've been busy trying to keep myself healthy, trying to maintain good grades, participating in my current internship, and waiting to hear from the remaining colleges I've applied to. Overall, things have been hectic. That being said, I have lots to catch you up on! This journal entry is going to be quite the lengthy one: a few apologies, multiple thank yous, tons of updates on my personal life, and some semi-self promotion. So

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Nyatta-chan

Apr 26, 2011

I don't get it (venting in a letter).

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I thought you'd always be around, even though we were hardly friends at best.  For some foolish, stupid reason I thought you'd never leave someone you hardly knew. "Oh my god Natasha, you are so brave."  I'm pretty sure that's the last thing you said to me during our last real conversation.  We were talking about my chemo.  I kind of didn't hear from you since then, and when Liz came over with Courtney she said your name wasn't coming up on here.  So I did a search on Facebook and, well...there was no profile.  Now you're gone.  Just like that. I tried to keep it cool, but it really hurt.  But in the same respect, I don't know why I expecte