Tag: Writing

Face-to-Foot [18+]

Living above a bar will usually give you some unwanted noise every week. It’s always at its worse when you’re trying to spend a nice, quiet night in with a good book on the couch. The roars of people partying and the booming of music can easily break your immersion into the novel in hand.

On top of that, if you live with a roommate who frequents said bar below you’ll eventually have a night where they come home a bit… different. Of course, that could either play to your advantage or give you a long, stressful night. 

But what would you do if they somehow started doing the unexpected?

Mia glanced from around her book in response, “That’s the alcohol taking over Rosa. The more you drink, the warmer your body gets. You didn’t even drink water in-between, did you?”

Rosa proudly shook her head with a smile, “Water doesn’t taste good. It doesn’t taste as good as what I had, and I had a lot.”

Playing with the Dead

May the passed rest in peace. Thy has no right to disturb those from their eternal slumber. Restless souls will rise up and roam through the gates of purgatory and seek vengeance on who desecrated their resting place.  

One’s intentions may be pure and without malicious intent. However, that would make one look like a fool in the eyes of the dead. 

“Conjuring up spirits isn’t something we shouldn’t even be thinking about!”

Story Preview: Kazumi (Working Title)

For those of you who read my little sum-up of February so far, you saw this coming. For those who didn’t it’s just a bigger surprise!

As promised, here’s a sample of the story I was working on before I became sick. Feel free to leave your opinions and ideas in the comments or email them if you’d like. All feedback is appreciated!

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“Hmm. I have a feeling that the main character is going to be put through something that will require him to sacrifice something. That’s how the plot seems to be leading itself.”

The tiny girl flipped the pages of her obviously over-sized novel. In comparison to her tiny body the book could have acted like a small divider that protected everything below her neck. Book propped up against her legs and her narrow fingers traveling along as she read the words Violet carefully read her novel: The Unfortunate Life of Mr. Takeshi. Those who knew about that book we’re at least the age of twenty-one, legal adults who wouldn’t dare pick up the book unless they wanted to have nightmares for the following month.

Young Kazumi kept her excitement for such horrors on a tight leash as he eyes darted across the aging pages. She was the sole collector of the unedited edition before it was released for a general publishing first edition.

As she lost herself in the vivid description of graphic gore, shredded limbs and torn body parts Kazumi had to constantly regain her immersion into her horrific novel after hearing all of the other children running around and having fun.

Kazumi tilted her head to the side to see the dozens of children running on the playground, “What’s so fun about running around a yard and screaming your head off? If anything, you’ll just get a sore throat and a headache afterwards.” She hid back behind her book and let out a disappointed sigh before continuing her reading.

Kazumi was obviously different from the rest of the elementary school students. While most of them enjoyed burning out their absurdly high amount of energy, jumping across imaginary lava pits, playing fake gun wars with their fingers, or just climbing across the massive jungle gym like actual animals, Kazumi would prefer to find the darkest corner of the sun-lit playground and read horror novels aimed towards older crowds. Kazumi had purposely made herself the “black sheep” of the entire school, but it allowed her to avoid unnecessary conversations from other students.

However, seeing such unusual behavior caused her homeroom teacher, Mrs. Honomura, to call her parents in for a one-on-one meeting. It was futile as her parents approved of Kazumi’s high desire to read, regardless if it was a children’s book or a violently graphic novel. They were just happy that their child actively wanted to read.

Nonetheless, Kazumi thrived in her alone time.

Today, as she read about her favorite main character having to choose between losing a leg or an arm, a group of children on the playground thought it would be a good idea to disturb her daily reading ritual. Many of the school children felt like Kazumi was unusual, almost like she was a robot sent into spy on them like their imaginative playtime sessions. In their sessions robots possessed supernatural reflexes, able to dodge anything within a matter of milliseconds.

To see if she really was a robot, one of the fifth-graders grabbed a red rubber ball and launched it with all of their strength. This particular fifth-graders was known for hurting other students during a game of dodgeball: he was rumored to have knocked out an entire row of teeth from another student who got hit in the face with a ball. With a quick wind-up the student launched the ball with all of his might, his target seemingly unaware of the red sphere flying towards her.

It took no more than a second for the ball to travel across the playground. Right as the ball was about to crash into Kazumi’s book it came to a sudden stop. The only thing is, nothing caught the ball nor did it hit anything: the ball was suspended in mid air. Confused about if they should be scared or amazed the children kept their eyes on the ball to see what would happen next.

Noticing the sudden silence on the playground Kazumi put the book down and immediately saw the dodgeball just a few inches away. However, from her point of view, she could clearly see the reason why it never hit her. Her eyes darted up Kazumi saw a familiar arm extending out from over her head.

The arm was muscular along its entire length, veins lightly protruding on the forearm. The skin was an unnatural color, an off-gray color with faint hues of blue patches. The hand tightly gripping the ball was large and had talon-like fingers that could shred anything to strips within seconds. The hand occasionally squeezed the ball like a beating heart.

To many, seeing something so dry, so dead-looking would throw them into a fit of panic and fright. For Kazumi, she knew the body that the arm was attached to and felt no such fear. She didn’t have to look back to see who was behind her.

“Thank you, Ogaki. I was just finishing up this chapter when that ball was thrown.”

Kazumi brought her attention to the group of students bundled together across the playground. They’re still in shock about the ball, but she could see a growing fear in their eyes; she knew that they were unable to see “Ogaki,” but that was only because Kazumi didn’t want to cause an uproar as it would further disturb her reading.

“Throw the ball back, Ogaki,” she said as she picked her book back up and went back to her reading.

Following the young girl’s words the arm gently tossed the ball back across the playground. It quickly fell and went rolling along the gravel ground. The other school children didn’t dare touch the ball, thinking there might be something cursed on it. After a moment of complete silence one of the children breaks out in a sprint, screaming at the top of their tiny lungs. Many more follows behind in the same manner.

Kazumi took one last glance at the other school kids, “Idiots.”


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February Note – 2/11/2018

February is just underway and everybody’s taking their new year in stride, some keeping their resolutions in tact while some are doing the usual day-by-day method. I’m sure some of you have been keeping up with your favorite shows, novel series, web artists, etc. For those of you who look at my site for new content every few days, I’m deeply sorry that I haven’t been keeping up like I normally have.

For the last week, I came down with the flu (and it was a bad one, too) and I barely left my bed the entire time. The constant headaches, violent coughs sudden colds shivers and volcanic fevers practically had me glued under my blanket. I even had miss an entire week of work. And even though I hate having to do a daily job, I hate missing work because missing even one day hurts my paycheck!Konata Raging

Regardless, I’ll be trying my best to work on a few projects that I’ve been meaning to work on. I actually started a smaller project about Japanese mythology and creatures before i got sick. As an apology for my absence, I’ll share the first page and a half of it as a sample of what I’ve written.

Sorry for being away for so long!

The Miracle of Machine

The advance in both technology and medical science has lead to the breakthrough and discoveries of the modern era. Diseases either have cures or have been completely wiped off of the face of the Earth. Advancement in technology has allowed more societies to develop at a rapid pace, allowing more of the global population to stay connected. Human lives have become much more easier, less stressful, and living in comfort is almost a birthright in the current norms. 

Advancements have even allowed humans to take the next step in the evolutionary process: the merge of man and machine. Although that new evolutionary step is still in the preliminary stages there isn’t a shortage of those who want to bear witness to the birth of what humans will eventually become. 

Although they still have the slender and smooth look like before they have a newfound weight to them, almost like somebody tied a small cube of lightweight metal around my ankles. When I push off the weight drags me down without effort, my feet creating small craters in the marble flooring.

“As expected.”

Just the Usual Night [18+]

Everybody likes to enjoy a nice night out at their favorite locale. Party-goers are always searching for the hottest clubs to dance the night away, have a nice drink or five, and to allow themselves to give into the energy swirling around in the air. Dancing, laughing, and a strong urge for the flesh is all too common at tonight’s bar.

Behind a perfectly waxed countertop and a wall of used shot glasses stood a man of age, his gray streaks beginning to show along his hairline. Although he age was a bit out f the normal for the average customer, his appearance and  physique made it look a few years younger. 

Passing out all kinds of drinks to thirsty customers, he calmly completed his bartender duties until a familiar face appeared before him. 

“Have you had your usual drinks tonight? A shot of vodka and a martini?”

“Actually, I only had one martini tonight. Well, one that I personally ordered. I had about four total.”

Four, huh? Which lucky person does she have her sights on tonight that would buy her three more?

Eye for Danger

Geez, could tonight be any more boring? I’ve been sitting around waiting for something to happen, but I’ve got nothing. What a waste of my time.

I walk back over to the edge of the roof and peek over. All of the people on the ground look like tiny bugs from the up here. It feels like if I took a step over the edge, I’d crush half of the block to death with ease. I kill some time by acting like I’m crushing a few people between my fingers. The fun sadly only last for a minute until I get bored and sit on the edge, my legs casually dangling over thirty stories in the hair. I could feel all of the blood in my legs rushing down into my feet, leaving behind a warm, tingling sensation. I like it.

I let out a sigh and rub the corner of my eyes to get rid of the crust and gunk build-up. When I lie back, the bright, night sky fills my vision, numerous stars gleaming like the bulb of a flashlight. There’s one that stands out to me; it rests dead center of all of them and shines the brightest. I even extend my hand out to see if I could block out its glow, but its edges seem to reach farther past the palm of my hand.

“You must be a strong one,” I compliment the star as if it could hear me. I clutch my fist acting like I could capture it in my hand, “I wonder which star you belong to if you’re glowing so intensely. Perhaps my next target? Ohhhhh, if that’s true, that means I’ll be having one good time of a fight.”

In the middle of my thoughts, I could feel my blade vibrating meters away on the floor. I lift my head up and see it shaking in place, a red hue surrounding its black and blue scabbard casing. Somebody strong is approaching. After taking a few seconds to shut my eyes and rest, I prop myself up and take another glance at the ground below my blood-filled feet.

Just like before, nothing but normal civilians fill the cement and pavement walkways. Many of them taking leisurely strolls, while a handful try to squeeze through whatever opening they can find in order to rush to their destinations. A small number of cars cruise through the street, but it’s at a snail’s pace since the street is mainly a pedestrian walkway. And in the mass crowd of pedestrians walking through, there’s one that sticks out to me.

I can barely make out the finer details from this heights, but all I can tell is it’s a male wearing a navy blue colored suit. However, the thing following behind him is as clear as day. Behind him stood a massive figure, at least six feet in height. Its skin was blue in color, completely devoid of any natural, human tones. It’s physical structure would easily place it as the winner of a muscle building competition, every muscle flexing and protruding from its body. It lacks any body hair, including head hair, so it has a slight shimmer on it, almost like metal in broad daylight. It even walks with a confident stride as if it could take on the world and win in a matter of seconds.

There’s my target. Time to move out. 

Cups & Gravity

Look at him, that smug grin frozen on his face. His eyes have been glimmering at me for the last few minutes, a sign of something devious being planned in his mind. I can’t take my sight off of him, or else he may try to capture me; I can’t let that happen under any circumstances. I’ve been on a streak for the last few days of being able to achieve my goal and managing to escape unharmed.

However, with each passing day, it has become a bit more complicated and complex to complete my goal. Today, after he finished doing the dishes, he hand dried each cup and placed them in the cupboard. Luckily for me, he left one glass out, his prized whiskey glass the Madam gave him for their wedding anniversary. His has his name engraved on the glass along with the logo of his favorite brand of whiskey. That glass undoubtedly must have cost a fortune to make.

And today’s the day I decide to knock it off of the counter and watch if it it shatters or not. It’s my duty as the feline of this household to make sure that things aren’t breakable. However, every time I knock a cup off of a counter-top, my owner always seems to get angry with me. I don’t understand why.

2018: New Year, New Luka

Now before you guys chew me out for even doing this so late, yes I know it’s a few days late, but I’m still going to do this anyways.

HAPPY NEW YEARS!

There, I did it. Now, back to my original message. I’m so sorry for the lack of content of December! My day job was running the holiday schedule, so I was working six days a week, full eight-hour shifts. And let me tell you… I’m still trying to recover and get back all those hours of lost sleep! So once again, I’d like to apologize for not updating anything like I promised. However, with the holiday season finally coming to an end this week, I’ll start pumping out stories like before!

Last year, 2017 was my first official full year of writing and posting onto this website. I originally started in August of 2016, but it felt more like a testing ground to just get me going. I had so many high points and many more low points last year, but I’m starting to get a better sense of when I should schedule posting and carving out time in my day to dedicate to story work.

When the year started, I barely had anybody following my stories, I think I had like 15, but I honestly can’t remember. I just know that by the end of the year, my grand total of followers nearly quadrupled, resting at a surprising 59! My total views and likes were more than tripled than 2016, and comments were coming more and more! I’ve had numerous people constantly reading my works and others who came around when specific works got updated. Regardless of who or what kind of reader you are, I can’t help but thank you all for the support, comments, and messages. You’re all really one major reason why I still like to share my work online. I’ve hit so many milestones last year alone and with the new year, I plan on continuing that streak!

With 2018 just beginning, I want to just outline a few things so that you all know what’s coming up this year. Alex & Sam’s Daily Life will obviously continue (It’s honestly my most favorite thing to write about.) I will be finishing up both the Tenchu and Kill la Kill fan-fiction stories, (Tenchu has AT LEAST 6 more chapters to go, while Kill la Kill has roughly 2 or 3 more to go.) I also plan on writing more fan-fictions across various works, mostly video games, anime, and cartoons. I’m also in the works of planning out a new, erotic story that I want to update at least once a week. I currently have no set date for the first chapter, but I do assure, it will arrive. And, just like usual, I’ll post the occasional drabble and quick stories for fun. I have so many more original series I want to write, but I don’t want to overwhelm both myself and you guys with multiple story updates, so I’ll be taking things a bit slower.

I just want to thank all of you again for your year long support and hope to see many of you return in 2018 along with new faces!

Happy New Year!

— Love, Luka

 

Alex & Sam’s Daily Life – A Pervert at Work, A Pervert at Home

Living around somebody who always has one thing on their mind can be a bit bothersome. Sometimes, the thing that’s on their mind can conflict with their actions and daily routines. However, if there’s some kind of compromise between you and the person, perhaps it won’t turn out so bad.

In Alexis’s case, living with a giant pervert does have its benefits, mostly knowing that she won’t have to worry about feeling unloved. Even if it means having to deal with an occasional booty grab. But when that kind of thing reaches her job, it’s a bit more embarrassing to try and deal with.

Better yet, more surprising based on who it’s coming from.

“Oi, Heather. Watch your back around Alexis. I heard she’s the dominate type.”

Heather’s fingers drop onto the keyboard and she look directly at me, shock in her eyes and her cheeks red with embarrassment, “W-What?!”

“Have your way with me!”

Music, Drinks, and Kisses [18+]

The right style of music can set the tone. Outside influences would get the blood flowing and emotions rushing. If two people manage to tap into their desires and passions during the heat of the moment, their next few actions will cause a chain reaction that plays off of one another. One thing leads to another and soon enough, you both will feel rather, sinful.

One who obviously knows what she’s doing and another who’s there for the new experience, two people take their time exploring each others’ bodies. Thankfully, there’s enough music roaring just outside to muffle out their own music they’ll be making.

“How often do you come to the bar, Claire?” Emilia asked with a tint of intrigue.

I can’t believe I’m really doing this… Maybe it’s the booze giving me the extra courage to do it right now.

Catsuit Yakuza

It’s always a deadly game when wanting to rob somebody or something. There’s always the chance of getting caught and being thrown in jail to serve time behind bars. However, if one is able to get away with such an act, they can live a life of luxury and knowing they’re able to fill their pockets without getting caught.

However, if one of those places that’s being robbed turned out to be a den of a notorious and violent gang, it would be a better idea to hope that you don’t end up dead should you get caught. Even then, who would be stupid enough to even attempt such a foolish act?

Those who don’t have a choice.

“Hiro,” Masane began speaking, “what do you think this man’s reasoning is for breaking in? Think he’s in debt with another clan? Wanted to support his family?”

She crumpled up the lottery ticket, “You’re taking too long to answer. I got tired of waiting. Somebody hold him down.”