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 Posted: Sat Jan 15, 2011 8:56 am
This is my fanfiction on Quizilla.com. It's unfinished, but I still have a good amount of chapters out. This fanfiction is based on my favorite anime/manga, Black Butler (also called Kuroshitsuji). Rich Man, Poor ManNote: I had also posted the first 3 chapters of this story in the Gaia Art Arenas If anyone would like to critique it, I'm all for comments. Here's an exerpt: ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Once she gained speed, flying was a breeze. Trinity ran across the roftops, jumping up to catch air. She took her paper-boy style hat off, shoveing it in her pocket,and let her long blonde hair fall out behind her.
Finnaly, she found a warm draft of air wafting up from a chimney stack and, spreading her jet-black wings, took to the sky.
Flying, in whole, came as easy as breathing to her. You just flapped your wings like so, and tilted a little this way and that way, and sometimes if you were really high up you could do tricks that made you want to laugh and sing! And the sky, oh the sky! All those stars and the pretty, pretty moon, and that dark, dark color of night time that concealed you. The sky welcomed her, called to her, gently held her as she sailed on a cool London breeze. Daytime was torture, when she looked up at those fluffy white clouds, longing to go up and touch them, and the clear blue sky that sometimes sang to you, if you listened hard enough. But night had a mysterious beauty that never faded. Always, she patiently waited for the nightly hours to strike, and she only returned home after sunrise, which was also beautiful in a sense that made you fell like something was being reborn.
The night....it is our ally. Never forget... serve it and it will serve you.
Trinity nodded. "Yes, of course."
Looking down, she saw that she was quickly approaching 'home'. Or, at least, what served as home for her.
She dropped down onto the roof, retracting her leathery wings, feeling them disolve into her skin. She crouched down until she was sitting on her bottom, pulled the silver pocket watch out of her coat, and stared at it. After a few seconds of silence, she let out a quiet sqeel and rubbed it against her cheek.
"Nya~! It's soooo pretty! Silver and green and blue and red! All the nicest colors!". She pulled the watch back, opened it, and placed it against her ear. The second hand played a soothing little rythm.
Tick...tock...tick...tock...
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Posted: Fri Jan 28, 2011 4:52 am
This excerpt is enjoyable. Could you please add lines between the paragraphs for readability?
Ah, Quizilla. I recall using that site a number of years ago, before it was bought out by Nickelodeon and made sub-standard.
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Priestess of Neptune Vice Captain
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