Write Your Own Anime Story

[Haven9270]

I'm not actually sure if this has been done already (GOMEN)

There is a fan art section
So why not a section where you could write a bunch of stories that you may be dreaming as a story used for animes someday? Readers would post their comments on your creation and be inspired to write their own piece as well!!

You could go as far as ecchi coz writing hentai stories might get you in trouble.

Comments are expected to be realistic, understandable, and mature.

NO:
- You suck!!!
- BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRIIIIINNNNGGG!!!
- BLECH!!!
- etc.

No, there is no prize but showing your artistic side IS rewarding enough, right?

Have fun!!!
Be creative!!!

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Here's my first entry:

>Dreamworld<

The sun is up. I got up from bed, brushed my teeth, and washed my face. Then I went to the dining room to eat breakfast. I greeted Mom who was cooking pancakes that are so delicious that I wouldn't mind eating them everyday. I also greeted Dad who was, as usual, reading those morning papers while eating his bacon and eggs. They're good parents and I sure am glad I have them. Suddenly, somebody knocked on the door. It was my classmate who came to pick me up. We said goodbye to my parents and we're off!!!

At school, my classroom is as lively as usual. The girls kept babbling about humorous nonsense again while the boys are the usual practical jokers. However, they all have something in common: they all have a warmth that gives me a feeling of belongingness.

The bell rang and everyone was in their assigned seats. The door opened and the old lady, which is our teacher, entered the classroom. To me, she is a rather inspiring person. I'm always admiring her because despite the fact that she's an adult, she still hasn't forgotten what it means to be a child. It's not surprising that she gets along well with the students.

Back home after school, my family and I had a delicious dinner together. There is no place like home indeed. Then I did my homework before taking a nice warm bath. I went to bed with a smile, looking forward to another bright tommorow.

By the time I closed my eyes, I woke up. With a pale look on my face, I stared at the ceiling for about ten minutes or so, then I got up. I opened the window and gazed at the scenery that I would describe as monochromatic. Then I decided to go to the kitchen and I opened a drawer. I saw this sharp object lying with the spoons and forks. I picked it up and looked at it. I gazed at my wrist and laughed. Tears fell from my eyes and suddenly, I made up my mind.....

>The End<

later

[Yebyosh]

I think you are requesting for a fanfic section? Truth be told, I never thought about it till you bring it up. Typically however most fanfics written up tend to be based on a popular series (usually with romantic possibilities).

Yours is an original piece. Question begs though that are you writing up a fic just for story-telling (i.e. "true" fanfic) or as a script for an anime series?

Comments on your work...

A sense of monotony without interest is garnered at the start. Right off, no names are mentioned and strictly plain everyday activities. Everything is a general description (i.e. without details).

No attention paid to your room (decor? mood? hobbies?) nor parents (dressing, jobs, relationship felt between the members). Even the classmates are generic e.g. classmate coming to pick you up, is it a him or her? Name? Any special relationship? History? Perculiarities?

The sense of generalism imports a feel of non-importantness to the whole event. A sense of "ya know, this story is not really that interesting..."

What I do like is the delicious twist at the end (anyone reading that last paragraph should know what I mean). In an ephemeral manner, the preceding paragraph's tones and method of writing seems appropriate.

However my personal opinion says it's not of enough contrast. A little spicing up of the details will serve an even better contrast and shock value. Not too much details though, otherwise you would lose the sense of "general wanting" and turn it into an obsessive psychotic need instead.

Another suggestion, I think the use of "that I would describe as monochromatic." is bad writing. It did not fit the feel of your composition. A description perhaps like "Opening the window, the scene remains yet the dull grey concrete of asphalt and dreary buildings, the skies the same hazy grey and brown. The stillness of the neighbourhood and grating activity of the vehicles passing by" would be more appropriate to further the contrast of the theme in the overall story and conclusion.

Overall reading, I would say an interesting read but could do with some spicing up.

[Haven9270]

LOL!!

You're very right!!!
I knew that monochromatic part is really.... well it reveals that I'm an amateur writer. Add to that my very limited English vocab because English is not my first language. What I meant about monochromatic is.... well it's not actually a scenery but the people or society. Looking outside the window may mean that the narrator desired confinement. It may have many meanings.

About the lack of info or background-
It was intentional because I felt it wasn't necessary. It's up to the readers' interpretation. To me, the whole thing is a metaphor. But the title Dreamworld is fitting.

I wrote it on English class for holloween. My teacher didn't get it and I myself never intended it to be symbolic. When I first wrote it, it was the "what you read is what you get" for the average reader. But after a few readings by many people (including my brother who writes poetry), I couldn't believe that a product of boredom could have such meaning.

Anyways,
This is actually a create your story whether it is an original story or a fan fic. I hope other people would write stories for this thread too

Again
Thanks

PS: Now that I think about it, this reminded me of the short anime film She and Her Cat.
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[LoneWolf325]

what I get is somewhat of monotony and boredom. What I DON't get is why he decided to slit his wrist at the end. That just kindof came out of nowhere. I mean, if it had been a lousy day, I could understand, but he seemed pretty happy with how it went.

I have an anime story bouncing around in my head, but it's like a really long block of swiss cheese.
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[Hannafu-Chan]

Is it ok to just post a small part or chapter of your story at a time and then return to it?
I'm just wondering, because my stories tend to start small, and end up, umm...like small books.

Haven9270, I thought that your story was great, though you should listen to Yebyosh's suggestions on how to improve it.

[atikiN]

Since this has been resurected, I'm moving it to the Fan Work forum.

[Hannafu-Chan]

Hello! Just your friendly internet addict here!

Here is the very first part of my anime story, I hope you all like it! I know it may not be very good or interested or even finished, but please bear in mind that this is only the beginning and I will get better and better as I continue to post each part, if you like it, that is!

On a minor note, the story is set in Japan, but due to my VERY limited Japanese, there are not very many non-English words. Please correct me if these few words happen to be wrong, I can take critisism, in fact, I welcome it!

Anyway, I hope you all enjoy it


Always


It was night. The wind howled to the eerie moon and the shadows danced across the ground. No light shone in the forbidding darkness.

I shivered, unable to suppress my feeling of dread and unease. I looked up into empty windows of the house that was to become my next home and sighed. "Why me?" I muttered as my mother, ever cheerful and enthusiastic, ran to the door, a wide grin crossing her delicate face.

"Oh Mihoshi, I can hardly wait to see inside it!" She yelled delightedly as my father began to lift the heavy boxes from his ocean blue van.

"I'll help, papa," I said, bracing myself against the cruel, cutting wind. I lifted the box my father handed me and returned my gaze to the towering house once more.

It was like a castle from a fairy tale, one without a happy ending. It was made from the darkest stone, its towers almost seeming to kiss the never ending darkness that was the sky. Lichen and vines covered every surface, giving the impression of a forgotten, hopeless prison. Its windows were like eyes, filled with fear and malice.

I shivered once again.

"Mihoshi! Are you coming?" Mama cried to me as I stood in what was almost a trance, staring dazedly at the hideous, yet magnificent house.

"Coming mama!" I called as I ran to her, dismissing my uneasy feelings as foolish notions caused by tiredness.

I stepped into the house, my footsteps echoeing throughout the lonely house. I gasped in wonder at what my eyes saw. I stood in an enormous entrance hall, surrounded by furniture that was covered in a silvery blanket of dust and cobwebs. Dulled colours surrounded me. reds, golds royal blues, colours that would have once made the house grand and inviting.

Portraits of long forgotten lords hung limply on the faded walls, their subjects wearing ugly frowns of disapproval.

I felt almost sad. Sad to see such neglect. Sad because the owners of the portraits would never again walk the halls of the huge house.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Mama said with a smile as she danced up the red carpeted staircase, her ebony hair billowing out like a cloak behind her.

"It's lovely..." I said as I gazed at a particularly sorrowful painting of a young boy, his blond hair shining in the gloom.

I wondered who the handsome boy had been, how long he had lived in the foreboding house I now found myself in, and, whether I would suffer the same fate as him, and become lost, forgotten and alone.

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Later, as the hour approached twelve, I sat in my bed in the large but gloomy room that had become mine.

"Oasumi nasi, " I whispered to Sumi, my snow white cat as she slept peacefully beside me, unaware of the unease that I felt.

I closed my eyes, willing for sleep to take me quickly. I wished with all my heart for life to be good and enjoyable, instead of the living nightmare that I had lived through in all of my previous houses and schools.

Images flashed before my tightly shut eyes. Images of faces, filled with anger and loathing. I heard voices yelling abuse and torments...

"Go back to where you come from!"

"Freak!"

"Monster!"

"One day I'm gonna get you, you just wait!"

I whimpered in fear, trying to banish the images from my mind, yet still they came, faster and faster, until tears came to my terrified eyes and I slowly drifted off to an uneasy sleep, the images following me, cursing my existance.

As I lay in a broken restless sleep, I heard a voice come, as if from far away. It sang in a voice like an angel's, assuring me that I would be fine, and that my life would slowly get better.

" Don't cry,
Stay strong
No matter who, or where you are,
You're beautiful,
Youre truth,
You're the only light in the never-ending darkness,
Stay strong,
I'll be here for you,

Don't cry,
I'll be here for you,
Itsudemo,
Itsudemo,

I'll be here for you,
Itsudemo...
Always..."

To be continued...[/i]

[Hannafu-Chan]

Hi y'all! This is the 2nd part of my anime story. (Not that anyone has read the first part, except for Yoshimi)

Hope you like it!


Always-Chapter 2: He who watches


The hour slowly approached five. The rosy fingers of dawn painted the sky vibrant shades of red and pink. Peace reigned.

The city was quiet, blanketed in sleep. The only sound, save for the whistling wind, was the lilting voice of a young boy as he sang softly.

He sat, bright eyed and tousle haired on the roof of a menacingly eerie house. As he sang, his ocean eyes full of emotion, he shivered, faltering slightly, as the wind chilled him.

He was the very picture of innocence, with his dazzling, intense blue eyes, lith frame, golden locks and youthful features.

He closed his sapphire eyes as he finished singing, his pure voice carrying far on the wind.

"Itsudemo... Always..."

His sweet voice faded away into the half light and he opened his eyes once more, surveying the sleeping city with childlike curiosity and enthusiasm.

"Look at all the houses," He whispered to himself. "Sleeping people, all safe and happy. They don't seem to notice anything outside their own little worlds."

The boy's expression changed suddenly, to become one of pain, anger and sadness.

"They don't seem to realise that someone is in great pain, right under their noses."

He rose from his position on the roof and kicked the air savagely, fire blazing in his eyes, mingling with a terrible sense of helplessness.

He cried out, voicing his anguish.

"I want to help you! I wish that I could talk to you, ease your pain... but I can't... I can't... I'm useless..."

He fell to his knees, overcome with conflicting emotions.

"All I can do is sing to you..."

He began his song once more, as the sun climbed higher into the sky, and Mihoshi stirred in her sleep, her dreams filled with visions of angels with tousled golden hair.

To be continued...
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[Crudes]

plz plz write more hannafu-chan! good story

[Hannafu-Chan]

Thanks crudes! I'll write more soon! I would have written some more if my PC hadnt blown up and I hadnt got the chickenpox!

Ha! Makes Mihoshi's life sound like cake, huh!?!
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[LoneWolf325]

your PC blew up and gave you chickenpox? man, that sucks.
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[riseofemperorpanda]

this is an fictional story I wrote... It is historically inaccurate..


The Jade Seal

It was June Twenty fourth of Summer Solstice when Liu Kang, Provincial lord of Ji and prefect of He Hei was in his deathbed. As his last wish, he called his two sons, Liu Bian and Liu Gong to meet him. “My sons… It seems as if I can no longer go any further… I can not control these lands in the favor of the people… It is up to both of you to rule these lands with virtue and justice. My eldest son… I shall entrust you with the jade seal as proof of being the next provincial lord… My youngest son… I shall grant you with the position of grand commander of the provincial army.” Then in an outburst of anger, Liu Gong shrieked “Foolish old man! You give this insolent coward the whole province and I am nothing but his servant!”

“My son, you are too young and unwise to receive the province… I believe your brother is fit to be the provincial lord…” said Liu Kang.
“You foolish little wretch! You dare mock me!” yelled Liu Gong as he drew his sword.

Liu Bian, knowing how far his brother will go, dashed out of the room and cried “Guards! I call upon you in the time of need! My younger brother threatens to kill your lord!” The palace guards hearing Bian’s plight, dashed into the room but to their dismay, they found their lord dead. Liu Bian’s facial expression turned from fear into horror as he saw his father’s broken body. “G-G-Gong! Why?!” cried Bian

“He angered me, which am why I have gotten rid of this useless old man.” said Liu Gong. Half in anger and half in fear, Liu Bian yelled “Gong! You are hereby exiled from this provincial palace!”

“What did you say?” Gong screamed.
“Y-y-you h-h-heard me-e-e... You are to be banished from this place!” Bian stuttered. “You will regret that decision my brother.” Gong said, coldly. Three days after Liu Kong’s death and Liu Gong’s exile, Liu Bian became the new provincial lord. However, during his celebration an envoy arrived.
“My lord, I am Xu Liang, political advisor of Liu Gong.” The envoy said. “What! I thought I have exiled that murderous fodder!” Bian exclaimed.
“I want this envoy out of my sight!” Before the guards can get him, Xu Liang yelled, “My lord, Liu Gong has taken two thirds of the provincial army during his exile! You are outnumbered!” Upon hearing this, Liu Bian thought “How did my brother amass an army of that size? I am nonetheless greatly outnumbered! It would be wise to listen to this envoy.” He then said, “What does my brother want?”
The envoy replied, “My lord, Liu Gong desires the Jade Seal. “But this is proof that I am provincial lord!” exclaimed Liu Bian. “My lord, I believe that you would rather value your life more than you would for your position. Would you not?” Xu Liang questioned. “Very well… I will give you my answer in three days.” Liu Bian said to Xu Liang.

[Hannafu-Chan]

Wow! Thats really good! I liked it a lot! You are a great writer!

Lonewolf: Yes, it sucks, completely
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[Haven9270]

WOW

After several weeks of ignoring this thread coz I thought nobody was interested, I checked it out again and BAM

Lot's of good stuff^^

Anyway, while nobody's around, I'll post a bit of mine^^

>Foreign Relations Kanketsuhen: Flower Petals<

"What exactly is the flow ?"
"Where does it lead to?"
"Why do I have to go with the flow?"
"Who knows?"

These are subtle questions that floats in Sherry's mind as she lives her new life as a college girl. Sherry is your usual 19-year-old American girl. She's currently studying vocational nursing, preparing for her future.... to live a comfortable life.

SIGH

Everyone seemed to be doing the usual. Hanging out, dating, exercising the independence of an adult like how Americans should be. It has been kinda like a tradition in America that those reach the age of 18 or so, would be considered as adults, and most (if not all) of those who became considered as adults are forced to be distant to their families and their childhood.

"What's the deal?"
"What's an adult anyway?

She made a few friends. Some Latinos, some Americans, but one if them somehow stands out. He's an asian guy named Chris.

Yeah he's friendly. Yes he has the qualities of the usual human beings that surround Sherry. But.... But.... But....

"Who is Chris?"

Sherry thought that it was such a strange question to ask. No stranger it is to be bored living with a society that is missing this "something".... a very unexplainable thing. But she's not sure either if this Chris has it. Chris is just somehow different. The question is why and if he's really different.

"So many are the unanswered questions.
But....
I'm an adult American woman"

Chris seemed to be taking his studies seriously. Though it only takes one year to complete the vocational nursing course, that also means the grading system is strict so it's not strange for him to do so, Everybody is doing so. He stays an extra hour or two at school to study, and god knows what he does outside his college life.

"He has this look in his eyes, this positiveness, this life, this unexplainable thing.... who is Chris?"

It had to happen sooner or later. Sherry decided to be closer to Chris and later ask him out sometime for private interactions.

"He has this smile, while not the cute type that every girl would go crazy for, it's a smile that makes me think of one word --- a smile"

Sherry and Chris are just friends for now. Neither one or the other are confessing their love.... if one or the other indeed feels that way.

Chris is a college guy now, but his former friends are still around 10th to 11th grade in high school. Despite his busy schedule, Chris still tries to find time to hang out with them.

"But what about his present life?"

There's no proof for Sherry to describe Chris as childish, neither could she define the meaning of maturity. Maybe thse questions is what got her interested to Chris.

"Who is Chris?"

One day, Chris invited Sherry to his home. He cooked for her, they talked, they laughed, they enjoyed every second of them being together, but not to the point of having sex or anything like that.

"Yes there is something more.... dunno what it is exactly.... but there's something more"

In Chris's room, Sherry found something she never thought she'd find.

Cartoon DVDs?
Cartoon collectibles?

"they're ANIME"

What a surprise. Sherry never thought a college guy would still be interested in such things. Is Chris childish? It's too early and too cruel to judge too early. Either she's distracted by her feelings for Chris, or she just became more interested at the mystery that surrounds him.

Chris Chris Chris Chris

"Who is Chris?"

On their next free time, Chris introduced Sherry to his friends.

"What a strange and interesting bunch"

Besides the video game addict Roger, the rock band led by Nicky, and some american girls, there is also this Japanese girl named Mayumi who works as a part-timer at her aunts restaurant where they usually hang-out in.

Mayumi seemed to be very attached to Chris. As if she's his lover or something. But Chris did mention that he's single. They probably have strange past together, or Sherry's just jealous.

Mayumi is a kinda delicate girl, something Sherry never sees often. A rare-breed, or there's just not enough of them Asian girls living in the U.S.

"Or probably this is related to Chris's love on Japanese stuff ........................................................................ NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH......... can't be that. It' can't be that simple. Chris is not that simple.

Sherry get's to try some Japanese food. Sushi, sashimi, yakisoba....

"not bad. There's something strange though. I'm feeling strange. Like warmth, comfort.... I dunno. What's happening?"

The more Sherry gets to know Chris, the more Chris just became more mysterious. So she decided to make a different approach. She decided to interact with Chris's friends and other who know him.

Roger is a lively guy. Lot's of girls, particularly the american girls who hang out with them, get attracted to his confident personality. He loves video games. It turns out that Chris also plays video games. They're difference though is Chris is not a ladykiller like Roger is. But Sherry already knows that. There was a time when Roger became arrogant, to the point that he had to fight Chris. Just what did Roger got arrogant about. All he could share with Sherry is that Chris made him realize there was nothing.

Nicky is a music lover. He started a band and composed songs which he, as a vocalist, sings. But he was never satisfied with his compositions, like there was something missing. Perhaps Chris showed him what it is.

Now who is Mayumi? Mayumi immigrated in the U.S. about two years ago. It seems that Chris helped her adapt not only to the school, but also the American environment. But she has a secret, which maybe had something to do with her relationship with Chris.

Sherry not only had to deal with her college life, but also with all these questions that she never encountered before.

Chris is determined to graduate, so do his friends whom eventhough they are distant physically, they are bonded by they're own promises.

Sherry decided to check out Chris interests. Namely, this anime stuff. So she borrows some of Chris DVDs. He recommended some romantic comedies.

"hmmmm..... romantic comedies? Pink keepcase!?
Is he gay or something?"

Come to think of it, Chris is not as manly as the popular belief on men. He doesn't hit on girls. He doesn't try too look handsome and stuff. He's just.... living.

Looks like Sherry is getting into animes little by little. There's just something about these shows that she never found with those Saturday morning cartoons. In fact, they may be as interesting, if not more interesting, than most American soaps or movies.

They're different
They're mysterious

"mysterious?...... Chris?"

People are mysterious. That's what make them interesting. Mystery is what makes life interesting.

"Perhaps I'll never know Chris.
Perhaps the list of questions will just go on and on. Perhaps my feelings too would remain a mystery."

Mystery....

"Was Chris wanted me to discover more of these myteries?"

Chris just became more interesting.
Life just became more interesting.

Life seemed to have become more colorful than Sherry has ever imagined. She never thought she would feel such joy.

Mystery
Mystery
Mystery

Suddenly, Sherry thought about Mayumi. She thought about Mayumi's mysterious relationship with Chris. Maybe she never knew Chris at all? This will be the mystery she's determined to solve.

Chris has a beautiful smile. And it just becomes more beautiful when he does it with Mayumi.

"What is it that's behind those smiles?"

Turns out that Chris is also an immigrant, though he came from a different Asian country. Now that she thinks about it, Sherry never found any pictures related to Chris's life before he transfered to America. But he did came to Americe just about a year before Mayumi.

"Perhaps Chris just doesn't want to show them?"

But Chris is not an isolated type of person. At least that's what Sherry thinks. She kept thinking of his smile. It was filled with joy.

"Maybe there was sorrow before that smile"

It was strange that she thought of such things.
Was it strange for her to think of such things?
Maybe that fact that she never thought of such things is what's strange.

"Maybe...."

There are so many unanswered questions. But Sherry just couldn't take it anymore. She decided to take the risk of confessing her feelings to Chris.
Even if she had the feeling that someone else could get hurt.... someone like Mayumi.

But Chris only saw Sherry as a friend.
It's no surprise.
Whatever is behind Chris smile, maybe it was something she could never understand.

"Maybe I'm just a child afterall"

Chris went silent for a moment then

"Of course, maybe.... I admit I am.... though I'm not sure.... but that's what makes life interesting"

Chris maybe a star that shines too bright for Sherry.
Brightness.... which Mayumi may be the cause.
But that's what makes life interesting.
That mysteries are what makes life interesting.

And so Sherry made a silent promise.
A promise that would bond her with Chris, and all the people she've met....

Forever

The End

>Epilogue<

Sherry still hangs out with Chris and friends.
They go to anime conventions, shopping, watch animes.... anime otaku life but also normal daily life.

Life has just become more colorful for Sherry.
There seemed to be more possibilities than she'd imagine.

Perhaps the real adults are those who are forever children....
So full of mystery.....

Okay

Talk about uneven storytelling.
That's coz this is just something I thought about on the spot.
And I never thought it would be this long.
It's not strange if you find it boring^^

I don't even know if all the questions are answered in the end.
But some are left intentionally vague.

Now if only I find the time to convert it into manga form.
Maybe that would make things more clear^^
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