post 378 ~ better to have loved and lost…


“negima!” (2005)
post 378 ~ better to have loved and lost…

  • damn, as a result of watching the heart-wrenching finale (episodes 23-26) to the anime “negima!”, classmates dealing with the death and love of a classmate, as well as sadly finishing another lovable anime… along with lisa’s wedding reception… i naturally yet still unexpectedly began to feel a little depressed…

    and it ALWAYS feels like mental molasses or an energy-draining fog trying to pull myself out of it… forcing a grocery-buying smile or allowing myself to sing along with the radio’s tune…

    but this time, i’m trying to channel myself into writing some sci-fi, based on my original characters from my “matrix” and “firefly” fanfics… into creating my own anime-style universe, finally… still hammering out the back stories and ship design… so yeah, it’s gonna take months to write and develop and write some more, perhaps longer… for even a short story…

    but here’s my initial passage from last month…

  • “Yeee-hawww!”

    With her characteristic battle cry, the 26-year-old “Lucky” Yoshikawa floored her aluminum-framed sand buggy and soared through the air over the sunlit sand dunes. KER-THUNK! The big-wheeled buggy landed bouncily as the wind swept more sand across her dusty mirrored goggles and whipped her black red-streaked pigtails. Through the exhilaration, she grunted in her unheard British accent, “Ouch.”

    Rumbling right behind her, another buggy roared through the air. And landed. KER-CLANK!

    “Ergh!” grunted the 19-year-old “Pegasus” Mandara, as he fought to regain control of his just-as-big-wheeled vehicle, fought to readjust the baseball cap that barely clung to his pale close-cropped scalp, and fought to keep his blue-goggled blue eyes focused ahead on the target’s flapping red flag.

    “Come on! Whattaya doing?” barked the big black 6-foot-6-inch “Hitchhiker” Osbourne above the rushing wind and their own flapping blue flag. “Yer gonna lose her!”

    Pegasus barked back to his orange-capped passenger. “No freakin’ way!”


    Lucky

    [and my addition to today, aug 12th:]

    Like a silver-ribbed demon, the red-flagged buggy zigged and zagged and leapt and bounced across dune after dune, spewing a cloudy wall of sand and dust behind her.

    “Damn,” spat Hitch. “I hate it when she gets this way!”

    “Hahaha! When ain’t she this way?”