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 Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:32 am
Hello well this is my fanfiction, and I'm gonna tell you flat out that my fiction tends to come in two types, dark or cracky XD
You won't find many multi-chapter fics from me, I tend to a lot of drabbles and get sidetracked a lot with beta-ing for my friends.
So if you'd like to throw some miracle grow around I wouldn't mind.
I usually write under Rezrabbit and MCRdude.
I don't mind critiques or the like, but saying it sounds funny won't help at all, be specific if your trying to help.
Currently Working on:
Story: Water Drops' eighth chapter.
Type: Drabble
Gender: Action, Suspense
Characters: Zoruru Dororo Keroro Giroro
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Posted: Sun Apr 26, 2009 7:35 am
Well this is the first chapter of Water Drops. I wrote it last year in a sudden fit of boredom.
Title: Trench
By: rezrabbit
Series: Keroro Gunso, Water Drops
Rating: PG
POV: Giroro
The light isn’t strong, but the steady dribble doesn’t stop, they spin in the open water, small shapes flowering, and spinning. The space between him and them seems to be an eternal drip, drip, drip, drip.
They move faster and faster, the light and the dark colors, the water churns with their small bodies, and finally they break free.
Water splashes and spins and spins and spins until he isn’t sure what he’s looking at anymore, the world clenching in on what he can see.
The leaf he’s sitting on is close; he leans forward and dips a foot into the water. They pull him in, the deep ancestral things pulling him down, one dark, dark color that sucks in the light and burns like smoldering pain.
Too cold, and too clear, but the featheriness in his stomach doesn’t stop, not even when they start to rip and tear, dark bodies wiggling, the water isn’t that anymore, it’s just them, it’s just them nipping and wanting him to…
Giroro wakes up, the cots are occupied, Keroro meeping about soda and glue…the lights flicker out for a moment as they pass by a stretch of space without the light of stars.
He shivers, and breaths in the humid air…what was he thinking…
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Posted: Sun Nov 22, 2009 10:38 am
That was pritty trippy i really like it. blaugh
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