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Animated Observations Update #14: The Road to Fusion Fight 2 and Other Stuff from Last Month

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As I am sure it has been for many of you as well, my last month was hectic. Not only did school start again, but most of my classes have already shifted online, and since I for one do not learn particularly well in an online environment, the adjustment period has been strenuous. Still, a lot of good stuff also happened in the last month. As I mentioned in my last post, I was able to get my first PC, and I have been slowly but surely catching up on my work load. With that being said, here is a quick update.

The Next “Fusion Fight” is Coming Soon!

For those unaware, during the month of July, along with the organization OWLS, I hosted a short story writing competition called “Fusion Fight,” in which writers were tasked with writing a short story in 500 words or less while combining at least two genres.

I had a great time hosting the event, and from what I could tell, those that entered it also had a good time. Given this information, I decided it would be a good idea host another such competition. Currently, I have not had time to come up with many details outside of the fact that it will be hosted during the month of October, and that it will be available to enter for one month. However, I have created a discord server for the competition that anyone who is interested in can join.

I plan on releasing the final details of the competition at the end of the month, when the competition begins.

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Doing YouTube…Yeah, About That.

So…yeah, I honestly don’t really have a good excuse, for you folks or myself. I wanted to get into making YouTube videos this year, and i even bought I microphone back in march for that very purpose. However, my own laziness kind of caught up with me, and well, here we are.

Still, there is no time like the present, as the ever present and somewhat questionably assertive “they” always say. I have been thinking about what kind of content I would want to make on YouTube, but regardless of what it ends up being, I would definitely want it to be different than the blog content, so that you all have a reason to go there instead of here.

I might just spend the last few months of the year experimenting with different kinds of content, so let me know what kind of videos you all would like to see.

Getting Back to it!

I also recently started back as a columnist for another semester at The Daily Beacon, my college’s newspaper. My first article back is already up, so if you would like to go check it out, feel free to do so.

Concluding “Aku no Hana.”

It has been a while in the making, but I finally finished Shuzo Oshimi’s “Aku no Hana” (The Flowers of Evil). I honestly can’t say enough how much I enjoyed the series, and I definitely want to check out more of Oshimi’s work. So, if you enjoyed the “Aku no Hana” series, be sure to stick around. It is highly likely I will be covering more of Oshimi’s work in the future.


Thanks for reading. What have you all been up to? Let me know in the comments.

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“Fusion Fight,” an OWLS Mini CONmunnity: Anime is Never Cancelled Event Winners Announcement

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Ok, so maybe that title is a bit of a mouthful, but regardless, the time has finally come.

With the month of July having come and gone so to has “Fusion Fight.” For those who are unaware, Fusion Fight was a short story writing competition that was hosted by myself and OWLS, a blogging collective focused promoting equality and respect, as part of the OWLS Mini CONmunity: Anime is Never Cancelled. Today, after a slight delay due to the need for a little bit more time, I will be announcing the winners of “Fusion Fight,” as well as featuring their work on this post. Without further delay, lets get started.

Runner-up: “Ghost Toast” by Miyo

Genre(s): Ghost Story

Twitter: @miyorator

Brandon lives in a quiet neighborhood in Missouri. One night after finishing all his homework, playing a video game and eating all his dinner, Brandon wanted a midnight snack of toast. He opened the fridge and scoured for the white and blue patterned packaging of his favorite bread. He opened the bag and grabbed the middle slice for extra freshness, popped it in the toaster and drowsily waited 3 minutes. He stared at the digital clock on the oven, reading 12:43 AM. KACHANG! The springs startled him awake enough to grab his single toast slice and head back into bed. As he lay in bed biting off the crust of his toast, his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Soon, he succumbed to his drowsiness and fell asleep. A half eaten toast in his hand. That night, Brandon dreamt of an angry toast who had not fulfilled his purpose in life. The toast in his dream grew to the size of a building. Dream Brandon tried running but his feet felt slow and heavy. Brandon woke up at the sound of his alarm set for school. Brandon laughed at how child-like his nightmare was and got dressed for class. But first, he would have a slice of toast for breakfast. When Brandon opened the fridge again, The familiar blue and white bag was gone. “Mom do you know where the loaf of bread is?” Brandon called out to his mother in the living room, watching the news. She yelled back “Bread? I haven't bought any yet since last Tuesday. I'll grab some after lunch.” “ No I just had some toast last night, it was right here in the fridge.” Brandon retorted. Brandon's mother turned around from the couch and assured Brandon that she had not bought any bread in the last week. “Maybe you dreamed of toast, Brandon. I'm going to pick up a loaf for you today, OK?” His mother said. Brandon closed the fridge and stood there in the kitchen for a moment, trying to recall if he really HAD eaten toast the night prior. Did he really FEEL the heat from the toast last night? Had he truly CRUNCHED the crispy crust which was his favorite part of a toast? He retraced his steps for a moment and looked at the clock like he did last night. Oh crud! It was already 7:40. School starts in 20 minutes! Brandon grabbed his backpack and tied his shoes as fast as he could and ran off. “See you later, mom!” “Bye Brandon, Love you!” She turned to shout as the door shut behind Brandon. As Brandon sprinted his normal path to school he couldn't remember if he had his school I.D. with him, In case the hall monitors catch him being late to class. He reached into his left pocket and felt no card but felt sand. He stopped running to feel the large quantity of it in both his pockets. When he turned his pockets inside out, toast crumbs fell out like a crumb waterfall.

One thing that was apparent among many of the competitors in “Fusion Fight” was a love for ghost stories. This is understandable, given how immediately interesting the prospect meeting the deceased is. However, just cause it was done a lot, does not mean it was not done well. Miyo’s entry mixes a ghost story with a bit of humor, as she describes a young boy Brandon and his obsession with toast. The story overall has a lot of charm and funny moments, which can be great in combination with the supernatural. For that, Miyo was the runner-up in this event.

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2nd: “The Frailty of Murine and Legomorphs” by F. Abel Fox

Genre(s): Ghost Story/Suspense/Horror

Twitter: @FableFantastic

Prize: $20

My Dearest Gwendolyn,

In an earnest attempt to qualm my tremors, I hastily write what well could be my final letter. It satisfies me to know you’ll never witness me in such a dreadfully woeful disposition. My complexion bleached; my lineaments crooked. The result of my clumsy stairway descent that left the veneer utterly blood-soaked. Be assured that with my sincerest of convictions, this was no mere accident.

I am absent of delusions. Swearing by my unsullied name that I have been bewitched with a rancorous specter. The floorboards moan, temperate dusks are meddled by a sudden December wind. Gwendolyn, your swift divarication should have left my pensive mood flared by crippling loneliness. I do not feel alone, I am not alone. My imperceptible visitor lurks, and frightful I am they wish upon my eternal agony.

His ghastly entrance commenced with mere clouds of dust and the occasional float of cobwebs. Too burdened by your exit, I paid no consideration to these optic tricks. A damn fool I’ve been, dismissing these as erratic phenomena. Gnawing marks across the mopboard? Simply, it must have been a rat. Well I’ve dealt with vermin Gwendolyn. Many times, have I witnessed the dropping of the hammer onto murine and lagomorphs alike. But never have I tangled with as beastly of a rodent as their barb indicates.

Not ‘til the vulnerability of my recent burdensome slumber did I face the miscreant. His contour hollow, and his visage bringing immeasurable unease. Awoken from my trepidation, I dashed knowing my survival rested on a hurried escape. I reached the stairwell, but as I went to descend, I was clutched by the ankle.

That is what hurled me forward causing the aforementioned accident. Wheezing and crawling like the wounded animal I was, it was you who gave me the strength to persist. Few cracked ribs and a protruding tibia would not prevent me from slinking into the study where I now retreat.

Even while enduring this unholy infliction, the reminiscence of you tickles me. Your elegance silhouetted by the glistening glitter of the moonlight. The frailty of your boney hand enraptured in mine. Your haughty and neglectful demeanor; alas has it all been lost to oblivion? Never shall I forget our final twilight. The repugnance of staring into your vibrant irises glaze. Your breath shallows. The fade of warmth from under my palms clasped around your larynx like a Burmese python.

Must all love be cursory, Gwendolyn? Certainly, this must not be the case between us. For these scribbles I write you postmortem must ascend beyond the mortal plane and reach your current haven.

It has returned, returned to ensure that time’s arrow comes to cease. I hear his pattering steps Gwendolyn; the bronze doorknob is slowly oscillating with a disturbing intent. This impending departure causes me sickening apprehension; a timid-ness rotting my core.

But I guess that is the price to pay, to be a father of an unborn son.

A story like “The Frailty of Murine and Legomorphs” is one that can be somewhat intimidating at first. After all, their are a lot of pretty obscure words and phrases. However, that is arguably what makes the story so good. F. Abel Fox was able to build on the identity of a Knight in danger, describing his sorrows and current adventure in a letter to his wife right before he dies. Fox not only does a great job of building to the reveal at the end, but makes the knight seem relatable in a way that most knight characters do not, and for that he earned second place.


1st: “Ms. McCloud and the Cream Soda Ghost” by Koji Kojou

Genre(s): Romance/Ghost Story

Website: Bikkuri Book Club

Twitter: @KojiKojou

Prize: $30

Part 1

I rubbed at the tender spot on my arm. I knew from my previous experiences in gym class that there would be a bruise there later.

I would have liked to say that I had gotten the injury from something fun like dodgeball or basketball, however…

“Don’t worry!” Ms. McCloud put her hand on my shoulder. “You’ll be able to jump rope someday!”

Please don’t say that out loud, I thought.

“Are you going to the library again?” she continued.

“Yeah. I need some relaxation time.”

“Make sure you stretch so you don’t pull a muscle while you’re reading.” She chuckled.

“How are you allowed to be a teacher?” I asked.

“I teach Gym, remember? I’m barely a teacher.”


Part 2

I usually went to the library to read, but today was different…

On my way there, I stopped at a vending machine and made sure to buy a certain beverage. The can felt nice and cold in my hand. The bold text on it read “Rutger’s Cream Soda.”

I heard a rumor recently. Allegedly, a ghost stalked the library when the lights were out. It didn’t spook or scare people. No… It craved cream soda!

Today, I would put this story to the test!


Part 3

I watched from behind a shelf, waiting for something to happen.

Maybe the whole thing is fake after all, I thought.

That was when I saw it: a small girl in white, glowing softly in the darkness, reaching out to grab the soda from the table I had placed it on.

I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating.

She’s here!

I dashed out from cover, my phone ready to take a picture.

The ghost began to flee, and I pursued the apparition as fast as I could, until…

CRASH!

Everything went dark...


Part 4

A young school uniform clad Karolyn McCloud sat at a diner booth across from a meek girl. 

“C’mon!” Karolyn pushed a cream soda float towards the quiet young lady. “I got it for you!”

“Th-thanks…” the girl whispered.

“You don’t have to be lonely anymore!” Karolyn said, grinning. “I’ll be your friend from now on!”

“B-but… I can’t play sports with you because… you know… my heart condition.”

“That doesn’t matter! We can still hang out, right?”

Blushing, the girl looked down at the soda in front of her and smiled.

“Y-yeah!...”


Part 5

“You okay?”

I shot awake and looked around. I was back in the library, with Coach McCloud standing over me.

Must have been a dream…

“Looks like you hit your head,” Ms. McCloud said. “C’mon. I got some ice packs in my office.”


Part 6

Once we arrived at our destination, we found the most peculiar thing…

“Odd,” Ms. McCloud said, picking up the ice-cold cream soda can from her desk. “This is the third one this week. No idea where they’re coming from.”

On the side of the can, a heart was drawn in the condensation.

Like I said before, many of the contestants in this competition opted to write a ghost story, but in the end only one story could get first, and although there were many fantastic entries, “Ms. McCloud and the Cream Soda Ghost” was the only story the judges had an immediate unanimous decision on. Not only does this story have a immediate charm and interesting characters, its payoff near the end, though subtle, was heartwarming to say the least. It also managed to perfectly combine the ghost story and romance genres. Because of this, Koji Kojou is the winner.


Special shoutout to both Lita and Ashley for helping me judge this event, it honestly might have been a bit harder to make a decision with out them, so please go show them some love too. Also, I mentioned in my update the other day that while I don’t have any immediate plans of hosting another Fusion Fight, I certainly am open to and interested in doing so. If you would like to see another competition like this, please leave a comment down below.

If you are interested in reading more from me, check under blog to read my most recent stuff, or look below for some related posts. Also, if you would like to support Animated Observations, consider donating on Ko-fi or through paypal, or pledging on Patreon. You can even support by just liking and sharing this post.

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If you can’t, or just don’t feel like it, no worries. Thank you all for reading, and goodbye, for now, friends!

Riveting Writing Prompts #9: People of the Deep

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Hey guys, it’s been a while since I have done one of these, but here is another Riveting Writing Prompts:

Earth’s most intelligent species has been hiding in the vast unexplored oceans all this time. In fact they tricked us into looking to the stars for intelligent life to distract us from their existence.

The prompt was written by u/Crazy_ManMan on Reddit.

Without further ado, here is the story:


While it is true that humans have conquered the land, the oceans are a much different story. Far from the shores of any continent, and much below the view of any random passerby, at the intersection of the global west and the east, there lives a group much older than humans, and yet miraculously not yet seem by them. While the land above was being ravaged by war, poverty, corruption and the likes, these beings are living out a much more peaceful existence.

Known only to the land above in legends, the Aquiatic people live near the ocean’s floor, in specially built houses that allow them to stay perfectly still, even while underwater. During their long history, the group has also gained the ability to breathe underwater, as well as swim just as well as any other sea life. Just like the humans above them, of which the Aquiatic people are distant relatives, they enjoy a diverse range of food collected from various parts of the ocean. The society of Aquius is run in a fairly similar fashion to the great democracies of the human world, with an elected body, a president, and courts.

However, they developed this system long before humans ever realized a system like that was even possible. Around the time of the Alexander the Great was conquering much of the world, while Aquius was being transformed into a more democratic society, its rulers realized that the day humans discovered their society existed, that would be the day everything ended. So, as part of a plan to protect their great society, the ruler at the time, King Zarius, sent a group of trained spies on a mission: to infiltrate human societies all around the world and make them believe that the only intelligent life existed beyond earth.

Zacari, one of the spies assigned to trick the human population in Asia, became famous among the people of Aquius. Every day he would talk to hundreds and hundreds of people, working tirelessly to convince people that intelligent life existed beyond the stars. Eventually, though, the people he talked to became afraid. They came to see him as a dangerous outsider, corrupting the minds of their fellow citizens, and so they killed him. Soon after his death, Zacari became immortalized as a statue in the country’s capital city Ozium.

While it is true that the people of Aquius fear their human relatives above, they do not hate them. Much like the worm does not wish to become the food of a bird, they to did not wish to be dug out of the hole they have built for themselves.


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Riveting Writing Prompts #7: The Chicken Does Not Cross Alone

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It’s been a minute since I wrote a story, so here we go again. This prompt is a bit sillier, but I thought it would be fun.

Here is the prompt:

[WP] You’re a chicken who just woke up on the side of a road and can only remember that he started on the other side. Your mission? To find out why you crossed the road.

written by: u/ploot-O

With that, here we go.


” I’m currently standing on the sidewalk, alone, and I honestly have no idea what is going on.” I made a mental note as looked around. The freshly paved road simmered in the incredibly hot weather, with sweat running down my face. Except, something was noticeably different. My body was much lower to the ground, and I had wings instead of hands. It turns out that I was a chicken.

Something else was also going on. The last thing I remembered was sitting on the bench on the other side of the road waiting for the bus to come. The road itself was not extremely busy, so I decided that I would start my investigation at the bus stop. Being a chicken made trekking across the intensely hot road much more difficult. My walking had become much slower, and my feet were burning.

Eventually, I made it across and found myself at an empty bus stop area. The place looked as though no one had been there for days. I then wondered just how long I had been sitting there on the other side of the road. The worry hit me like a car at full speed. I spent a few minutes getting my emotions together and then went back to investigating.

As I looked around the back of the bench I a piece of paper. It had been crumpled up, and seemingly missed the trash can which was a few inches away. My “situation” made it a bit more difficult to open. I was forced to hold down a corner of it with my foot and slowly peel it open with my wings. Written on the crumpled paper was a note. “You are probably wondering what you are even doing right now. The world probably feels as though it has no meaning. ‘Why are you a chicken’ you might be asking yourself. Well, turn around and I might be able to provide some answers.

As I finished reading, I immediately rotated my small, plump body all the way around. Sure enough, A large black cat sat a few feet behind me. “Hello there,” he said, with a devious smile strewn across his face. “Who are you, and what do you know about what has happened to me?” He chuckled a bit, and then said: “follow me.” I wattled behind him into a small area of trees behind the bench.

We walked for about five minutes, and then I saw it. Small houses made of sticks and other materials in the area were laid out in an open area of grass. Other chickens walked around, unaware of the cat and I. “Welcome to your new home.” The cat waved his paw towards the group of other chickens. “I will tell you this boy, Chickens do not cross the road, only idiotic humans with a death wish. You were actually crossing the road, but then were struck down by the hands of fate, or I guess most people would just call it a car. This is your second chance at life. Use it, or don’t. I don’t care either way.” I still had so many questions.


What kind of story would you guys tell with this prompt? Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

Riveting Writing Prompts #3: The White Room

Welcome, weebs and authors alike, to The Aniwriter

I’ve definitely been enjoying doing this series, so here comes another one. I might try and do these even more frequently than I said in the last one, like potentially once every one or two weeks. If you guys like reading them then let me know because then I try even harder to do them on a consistent basis.

With that being said, this week’s prompt again come from r/WritingPrompts by a user named gameon123321:

You wake up in a white room, with only a computer sitting in the far corner. A tab is already open.

Without further ado, here is my story:


Trying to open my eyes was like trying to stare directly into the sun. As I wiped away the crust from around eyes, I noticed something strange. The room appeared to be nothing but a white box.

The floor felt soft like it was an all-white carpet. My fingers ran through it so easily. The room was also fairly large, about as big as the first floor of a house. A clock ticked slowly on the other side of the room, showing the time 4:55. The ticking got louder and louder as I approached the clock, and before I knew it my heart was beating just as loudly.

After waking up from my semi-trance, I also noticed a small, turned on a computer sitting at a bright white desk. There was no chair, so I was forced to sit on my knees. A singular tab was already opened, and it was a google document. The document said, “Trevor, we’ve been waiting for you.”

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. The tremors nearly knocked me completely to the ground. The computer remained perfectly still, almost as if it and the desk were completely nailed to the ground. A bed that I had otherwise not noticed was also shaking violently, moving from the opposite corner of the computer towards the center.

As the tremors slowed down, the bed settled in the middle of the room. I looked back at the open Google document, which now read “go lay down.” Not knowing what else to do, I obeyed. The bed looked extremely uncomfortable, almost like it was made for torture.

When my whole body was on the bed, the floor underneath opened, and the bed and I slide down what had the appearance of a waterslide. Before the bed and I hit the ground a tube filled with caught me, and leg the bed out onto a strange conveyor belt.

A strange man was operating a series of levers and buttons when suddenly he hit one that appeared to say autopilot and then turned to me. “Welcome, Trevor, to my farm!”


Well, What did you guys think of this one? Better than my last attempt? Worse? Let me know in the comments below. Also, if you want to support the Aniwriter through donations or are just feeling generous, consider buying me a coffee on Ko-Fi. Otherwise, thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos!

Where Hope Dwells Pt. 1

Hey, Anifriends! It’s been a while since I had written anything longer than a poem, so I decided to start writing a short story instead. When I say short story though, I mean probably the equivalent of 30 to 50 pages total. This is the first part of the story and I was wanting to get some feedback before I continued on. Let me know what you think, what can be improved, etc. All constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you in advance, and enjoy.


 

Mom: Hi, Honey. I hope you’re doing well. When you told me you were going on a luxury cruise with your new boyfriend I was a little bit worried, but he seemed like a very nice guy when we met, so have fun and let me know how it goes.

 

Hey, mom. Don’t worry, I’ll be all good. Drake will take good care of me. Love ya!

 

 Amarie scrolled through her texts with her mom while she and her boyfriend Drake waited for their cruise to take off. She was both nervous and excited about the three-week journey that lay ahead of her. “You okay?” Amarie swallowed her fear and then turned to respond to Drake: “Yeah, I’m fine.” Today was the day that she would finally get to leave her hometown and see more of what the world has to offer.

 

 The two had been planning the summer trip since their one year anniversary on January 21st. A Marie had casually suggested it while the two were laying on the couch watching TV. “Hey, you know what would be really fun?” “What?” “A cruise around the world.” Drake was initially turned off to the idea, thinking that it would cost too much and it would be more effort than it was worth. But, after seeing how much Amarie was into the idea, he eventually decided to give in.

Drake got up the next day with Amarie and together the two planned their cruise. They both decided that traveling along the coast of Europe would be the most fun, and chose a cruise that would take them from Hudson Bay in New York, to the coast of Italy up until the U.K. and back. Amarie’s eyes widened as Drake went to buy the tickets, and as soon as a message came up saying an proof of purchase had been sent to Drake’s, she got up danced around the room, shouting and laughing excitedly. Drake could only watch as the love of his life lit up like a Christmas tree. He sat in the chair at his desk, admiring her. “What?” she asked, looking at his dopey smile. “Oh, nothing.”

 

  After the two had finished getting their stuff into their rooms, they decided to go looking for food, although it was not hard to find. The cruise ship had six levels, each with their own unique restaurants and attractions. Amarie and Drake had decided to visit a buffet on the top floor. They sat down at their table and soon a waiter was there to greet them. He took their orders for drinks, and then he was off. “You okay?” Drake gazed down at the table with a somewhat distant look, as if he was only half-awake. “Yeah, sorry, I didn’t get enough sleep last night.” Amarie felt like teasing him a lit bit. “I told you not to stay up watching YouTube Videos.” Eventually, they lined up at a couple of different sections of the buffet, each getting a similar but slightly different selection of food. “Pretty good, huh?” Amarie laughed as Drake attempted to talk with his mouth full of chicken. “Yeah, it is pretty good.” The two joked throughout most their meal, eventually devolving into grunt noises and slamming the table when they couldn’t breathe, which also attracted eyes from others in the restaurant. They eventually realized that they were being loud and stopped, after a couple of coughs from a nearby table.

 Amarie and Drake headed back to their room after dinner, and after a quick shower each, crawled into bed, looked at each other and giggled. “This is going to be a lot of fun.” “I think so too.”


Thanks for reading and bye for now, Friendos! Also, if you did like this short story and would like to see more, consider supporting me on Patreon. You don’t have to, but a dollar a month would help out a lot.

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