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As before, this is copyright Emily Rush on date of publishing and writing. All rights reserved. Yada yada yada.
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This time the boy’s face stays close to his own. He can feel the boy’s lips gently caressing his ear.

He lets out a pregnant sigh. The breath is tinged with the slight sound of him moaning. This was getting to be too much. He was reaching the point of sexual frustration where he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His boyfriend’s head being in his crotch most certainly wasn’t helping.

He firmly puts his hands on his boyfriend’s shoulders. He pushes him away just enough to be able to look him in the eyes. He can see that his boyfriend was both feeling embarrassed and turned on. That he would probably entertain the threesome.

He also knew that he couldn’t push the issue. He got down on his knees in front of his boyfriend.

“Are you sure you want to do this? If I keep your head where it was this isn’t going to end innocently.”, he says.

His boyfriend looks thoughtfully for a moment. He looks up at the boy and back at him.

“I-I…”, his boyfriend starts.

He holds his boyfriend’s hand. He feels the boy’s hand on his shoulder.

“It’s about what you want to do.”, the boy says.

Their boyfriend nods. He holds tighter on to his hand.

“I-I b-both w-want both of y-you… a-and a-am scared.”, his boyfriend said, staring down at the floor.

He kisses his boyfriend’s hand. He looks back at the boy to see what he’s thinking. The boy mouths to him, lets talk for a moment.

He nods and stands. He leans over and whispers in his boyfriend’s ear, “I’ll be right back.”

He kisses his boyfriend. He turns around and follows after the boy. They walk towards the living room.

The boy stops him while they’re still in the hallway. He gently grabs his arm. He swings around to face the boy.

“So, what do we do?’, he asks, slightly annoyed.

“… I have an idea, but I’m not sure how keen you’re going to be to do it.”, the boy says.

His eyes widened as he thought of the possibility. This would certainly be pushing things forward. He still wasn’t entirely sure if he wanted to date the boy. It certainly would be a solution to getting an answer, but could he do it?

 

Friday Quickie Day

Hello there!

So, I’m not presenting you with a story or other kind of writing. Life has been… interesting as of late. I’m not quite sure how to feel about it.

My job decided to cut my hours for reasons not related to my ability to work, but for reasons that were never asked about prior to hiring me. I don’t have a car and have a phobia of driving (thanks to being repeatedly yelled at while learning to drive). So I work a whole whopping 8 hours a week.

Needless to say, this isn’t acceptable.

But here’s some bigger and better news. I’m looking for a job in writing. I haven’t had the time to actually write because I’ve been trying to get everything together so I could turn in my application for a reporter position. I’m also seeing about having a short story of mine published.

I wouldn’t have done this if my therapist hadn’t asked that I apply to one writing job before next Friday. In reality, I’m more happy writing. I wouldn’t need to work if I could make money from my writing alone. Unfortunately, this blog doesn’t turn a profit. It would be nice if it does, but that would require advertising, something I’m resistant to.

If I’m hired for another writing job, that doesn’t mean that I will stop writing here. This is my baby. I can post my fiction here. I can also post other things that I wouldn’t be able to post anywhere. So,, if I manage to get a writing job, I would still continue to maintain this blog. It’s my baby and something that I’ve maintained for three and a half years now.

There we have it.

There will be more new posts next week. So, until then!

New to this story? Forgotten what has happened before? Just want to read it all again?

You can find all the previous parts here.

This story is copyright Emily Rush on date of publishing. All rights reserved. Yada yada yada.
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He sighs again as he looks down. He looks at the mirror again, at his mostly naked form. He shakes his head and faces the door. He opens it up and walks back to the bedroom.

His boyfriend is still clothed, sitting on the bed, patiently waiting for him to leave the bathroom. The boy is lounging next to him wearing only his underwear.

“Are you going to tease us all night…”, he says, standing in front of his boyfriend wearing only his underwear.

“That’s precisely what I was wondering.”, the boy says, his hand gently caressing their boyfriend’s leg.

His boyfriend gulps hard. This sounded like a great idea at the time, but now… Now he wanted both of them. Seeing both of his boys stripped down to their undergarments was hot.

“Hot…”, his boyfriend thought, “That would be putting it lightly. This is such a sexually charged scene. I am so fucking turned on right now.”

His boyfriend turns beet red as he attempts to bury his head in his crotch. His boyfriend wraps his arms around his hips. He holds him tight.

He looks at the boy with a perplexed face. He then looks down at his boyfriend’s head, buried securely in his crotch. He wasn’t sure if he should be thrilled for this to happen or what. It was awkward as this is something that he wanted earlier today, but not to the embarrassment of anyone.

He looks at the boy again.

“Well… I’m at a loss at what to do…”, he says.

“I know, right?”, the boy responds.

He stands up and walks over to him. He puts a hand on his shoulder.

When the boy’s hand touched him, his body tensed up a bit. His ambivalence showed in that action. He felt bad, because he still wasn’t sure if he wanted to be with the boy.

“Don’t worry.”, the boy whispers in his ear, “I just asked you tonight.”

The boy let his hand wander down his back to rest on top of their boyfriend’s arms.

He gulps hard finding himself in an impossibly erotic situation. He knows that he would joke about a threesome with these two boys… but now it seems like it might actually happen. While he could easily joke about it, does he feel ready for it to actually happen?

He closes his eyes. He tries to think of nothing, but he’s not sure that’s possible. He feels himself getting aroused again. He feels the boy’s body close to him, his hand resting on his ass. His boyfriend’s head is still buried in his crotch.

“I’m sorry.”, he whispers.

It’s the only thing he can think of is to whisper, “I’m sorry”.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about.”, the boy whispers in his ear again.

Wondering about this story? Just getting here? Wonder what happened before? Want to catch up?

Well, you can find previous installments here and here.

As before, this piece in copyright Emily Rush on day of writing and publishing. All rightss reserved. Yada yada yada.
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He holds his lance tensely in his hands. He knows that this isn’t the wisest of ideas, but he doesn’t see that he has any other choice.

He realizes that the beast is trying to focus and stare at him, but is failing to do so because he is too close to its eyes.

He once again tightly grasps his lance, ready to give out another battle shout.

Before he realizes it, he’s shouting and plunging the tip of his lance in to the creature’s eye. He continues to force the lance as far in to the beast’s head as he can. He can feel the white gelatinous warmth of the material that was once the eye. He can small the blood as the lance starts to plunge past the ocular cavity.

He feels the lance once again hit something that’s not resisting, but it also not muscle or bone. He feels his lance plunge deep in to the beast’s brain.

The creature lets out a tortured and pained cry as its body can no longer propel itself. Just as quickly as it started charging, it comes to a complete halt. It slides to the ground, throwing him with it.

He lies on the ground for a bit, in a daze. He’s not sure how long he’s been lying there. The last thing he remembers is the beast going down.

He checks his body to see if there are any broken bones or other serious damage to himself. From the cursory check, he can’t see anything.

“This is what I get,” he thinks, “This is what I get for doing this without a healer.”

He sits up in the snow, looking at the prone beast. He tries to stand up finding it challenging. Once he is on his feet again, he tries to dust off the snow.

Try as he might, the snow sticks in every corner and angle of his armor.

He approaches the beast, seeing that its breathing is very shallow. He attempts to grab his lance from the huge skull, but realizes that it’s too slick with gore for him to be able to pull it from the eye.

While he has done nothing but wish death to this creature, a part of him feels guilty for letting the beast suffer so. He can’t offer it a quick death. He stands sentinel over the beast as he slowly dies. Each breath becoming more labored, a whimpering sound with each breath.

And then it happens, quiet. It’s as though the lesser beasts are observing a moment of silence for their fallen comrade.

He lowers his head and takes a moment before it starts to set in that he finally killed this beast. There will be no more destroyed families and razed villages. And while he should feel at peace, he’s feeling something entirely different.

Nothing.

As badly as he wanted to kill this beast, he’s surprised by the fact that he feels numb. He searches both his brain and heart to see if there’s any sense of elation or victory. The harder he searches, the more he feels empty.

His shoulders slump with the knowledge that while he spent months stalking this creature, that its death means nothing to him. He turns on one heel and stalks off through the snow. Maybe it’s not today that he will feel victory, but he will continue to fight until that elusive feeling comes back to him.

Perhaps it will come back one day… Perhaps.

 

After that panel ended, I made my way to a panel that I was actually looking forward to, the Kodansha

Random people, walking in the hall

Random people, walking in the hall

Comics panel.

I tried to make it to more manga/anime panels as they are something that I enjoy and love paying attention to… largely because I’m that kind of nerd.

So, there’s a lot of information in this, so I’m just going to cover the info.

Attack on Titan, the hugely popular series both here and in Japan. Kodansha prints the manga for Attack on Titan. Well, this month they released box sets 1-4. That’s everything that they have released so far in box set form. They’re also starting a spin-off collection starting in November.

They’re also going to be releasing Natsumi Ando’s series Lets Dance a Waltz in spring of 2015. Natsumi Ando is known for Zodiac PI, Kitchen Princess and Arisa.

Also coming out next Spring is Miki Yoshikawa’s Yamada-kun and Seven Witches. This series is fairly popular in Japan. I”m curious about it myself and might add it to me manga reading list (because it needs to be much longer).

Masster Roshi from Dragonball Z

Masster Roshi from Dragonball Z

Maria the Virgin Witch or Junketsu no Makia will be coming out on February 2015. Masayuki Ishikawa (the manga-ka of Maria the Virgin Witch) is an Osamu Tezuka Cultural prize winner. He won in 2008. He won for his best known title, Moyashimon: Tales of Agriculture.

A Silent Voice by Yoahitoki Oima will be released in spring 2015. A Silent Voice is the story about a bully who bullies a deaf girl to the point where he has ostracized himself. He then sets himself on a path of redemption. The story sounds both poignant and sweet. I think that I really want to read this series.

Then there’s the Attack on Titan news.

Attack on Titan, vol. 1 has been on the New York Times Bestsellers list for 57 consecutive weeks. Volume 13 came out on 26. August. Attack on Titan: Before the Fall was released on 17. August in print and 22.July, digital. Attack on Titan Junior High, volume 2 will be released 18.November. The Attack On Titan Collosal edition will be released with 15 color pages in November.

Attack On Titan: No Regrets, volume 1 is out now. Volume 2 is also out now. The Attack On Titan

Someone was brave enough to dress like Beamo and venture in to the Dealers Room.

Someone was brave enough to dress like Beamo and venture in to the Dealers Room.

Guidebook came out in September,

The Heroic Tale of Arslan by Yoshiki Tanaka was released in August. The story is set in the historical setting of Persia and is based off the Persian story Amir Arslan.

Kodansha also holds the rights to the manga series My Little Monster. It is currently available now. My Little Monster is about the relationship of Shizuku, a studious yet cold high school student and Haru, an unpredictable and violent high schooler who doesn’t understand human relationships.

There was a lot of dates and information about upcoming manga releases. It made the otaku in me very pleased to see that manga print releases are still incredibly popular despite the prevalence of digital media.

New to this story? Don’t remember how we got here? Wondering what’s up?

You can catch the previous installment plus links to even earlier installments here.

As previously stated, this story is copyright Emily Rush on the date of writing and publishing… yada yada yada.
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He lets out another battle shout as he plunges his lance in to the beast’s neck. He can feel skin and muscle part underneath the keen point of his spear. He knows that this is just the beginning of a long and arduous battle. He’s not sure who will be the victor though. Will he live or will he die? These are thoughts that didn’t enter his head until now. And even though they pop in to his thoughts while fighting, he doesn’t pay them much mind. Just fleeting contemplations that appear momentarily and then disappear back in to the aether of his brain.

The creature bellows in pain. The first wound has been struck in this war.

In the background, he could hear the various chirruping of the surrounding creatures reacting to the pain of this creature.

He instantly blocks it out as he maintains his firm grip on his weapon as it’s still plunged in to the beast’s neck. It helps him stay on the back as the creature below him reels back a little.

He uses the stability of his lance in the beast’s neck to jump over to his head. As his feet hit the hard bone of this creatures skull, he struggles to pull the weapon out. He didn’t realize that the muscles would be so taught and tense. With a hard, swift jerk he manages to free his lance from the creatures neck. A plume of blood spurts out from where the lance once existed.

He starts looking for another vulnerable spot to attack the beast. He sees nothing from the top of the head.

“Shit.”, he says as he realizes that vulnerable spots here are in the beasts face.

He closes his eyes for a moment as he continues to ride on the head.

“Must think. Must think.”, races through his mind as he ponders some other way.

He shakes his head.

There’s only one solution…”, he thinks as he slowly makes his way down to the beast’s muzzle.

She wakes up to the sound of the soft pitter-patter of rain falling on the ceiling of her claustrophobic apartment. She wakes staring at the infinite inky blackness of the ceiling over her head. It felt both empty and too close. It’s the strange illusion that only darkness can bring.

She looks over to the lone window, her only portal to the outside world. She could see the dull amber of the streetlights peeking around the curtains that were designed to blot out the rest of the world. While it’s largely successful during the day, it’s the lights at night that seem to find their way in around this barricade against the light.

She sighs deeply, taking in the cool air of the evening that settles in her apartment.

The air felt a bit heavier this evening, thick with ill thoughts.

She sits up in bed, looking around her apartment. For some reason she thought there was someone in her apartment. That would be difficult as she should have heard or seen something by now, but she had the distinct thought that there was someone else there.

She seeks out shapes in the dark, but realizes that their specters of the items they’re supposed to be, incorporeal and insubstantial. Almost like physical objects cease to actually exist and all that is left is the outline of where they used to be; just like people who used to exist in your sphere of existence and all of a sudden they stop to being there anymore.

It felt as though she were haunted by all aspects of life. She couldn’t put her finger on why. She hadn’t done anything that was too out of the ordinary. To the best of her recollection everything was happening like normal.

Or was it?

It felt like everything in this world had gone grey and phantasmal; as though nothing existed in this world anymore.

She reached out in to the inky darkness in front of her, only to realize that there was nothing there. No sound, nothing was in front of her. It was just her, in bed, in her claustrophobic apartment. Nothing seemed different at all. At the same time, everything seemed… off, wrong. She wasn’t quite sure what it was, but she knew it was something. For instance, she couldn’t remember how she wound up in her bed, yet that’s where she woke.

How did she wind up there? How did she wind up staring at the ceiling? Where did this sense that something was very wrong come from?

These were questions that she couldn’t answer. She had no clue. She also couldn’t remember the last time that her apartment was ever this cold. It was almost as though she had left the window open, but the curtains weren’t being pushed out by the wind.

Maybe she would feel better if she put water on her face. Try to get some recognition of the corporeal world.

She puts her feet down on the floor and walks over to the bathroom. She still can’t seem to figure where this cold sensation is coming from. No matter where she looks, she can’t see anything that would designate a place where cold air would come in.

She reaches out to grasp the knob of the bathroom door, but she can’t grab it. She tries again but to no avail.

What was going on? Why…

She looks around the apartment as she realizes that her eyes have finally adjusted to this dark. That she could finally see every detail of her apartment. Her eyes widen as she looks around.

She looks down at her hands to see that they seem to be covered in blood. She then looks at her bed. Her lifeless body is lying on the bed, throat slit. Her blood had soaked in to the sheets of her bed. She screamed out in horror, but no one heard her.

No one would ever hear her. She would continue to live in this claustrophobic place for all eternity.

A cute Totoro and Catbus

A cute Totoro and Catbus

Not going out did give me a somewhat unique opportunity. As we were down in the hotels lobby, waiting to pick up food, Kevin Smith walked in to the lobby. He looked like he was in a hurry to go somewhere, and was walking fast. He obviously looked like he didn’t want to be stopped and have a conversation with someone. So, instead of meeting him, I figured he should get to his meeting. Unfortunately, someone didn’t read that visual cue of him walking quickly and not really engaging anyone and decided to say hi to him.

He said hello and continued on his way. Instead of being a jerk or blowing a gasket, he was still friendly. It’s still a dream of mine to talk to him about his writing process and being an indie film darling. While I’m not a huge fan of his writing (if you stop watching the movie, you can’t tell who’s speaking because the dialog is all pretty much the same), I am a fan of his movies. He knows how to write to the zeitgeist. I would like to think that I can do that as well.

We enjoyed the night in and got enough sleep to make it to our panels tomorrow.

We got up early enough to catch our early morning panels. I had totally meant to get going and get

Zubat from Pokemon

Zubat from Pokemon

ready for my first panel. While we were heading over to the convention center we ran in to the guy who owns Craig’s comic shop, Joe. He’s well-known at Comic Con and hosts the Eisner awards. It was pure chance that we ran into him. He introduced us to a man whose a working voice actor by the name of Marc Biagi.

It was a great conversation. We talked about a bit of everything. It’s a shame we couldn’t talk a bit more. He was fun to talk to. Who knows, maybe next year we can talk more.

After the conversation, I made a beeline to my first panel of the day called Writers Unite. It talks about the process of writing and how to market yourself, including pitching. They also covered building your portfolio.

I found the panel interesting. I kind of wish I managed to make the beginning of the panel. I’m pretty sure they covered quite a bit of stuff that I would really want to know.

Hawkgirl

Hawkgirl

The panel was given in a way to largely get through a lot of information.

New to this story? Wondering what happened before? Forgot how we got here?

Well, I have a way for you to go back to the beginning of the story. You can find them here, here, here and here.

And as before… This piece is copyright Emily Rush on day of writing and publication. All rights reserved. Yada yada yada.
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A chill wind caresses his face as he looks over his shoulder. It’s almost as thought the wind was originating from a cave… one that he hadn’t noticed before in his patrolling. It was cold and feeling like stone. It had the smell of rock, blood and other odors that he couldn’t begin to describe. They all intermingled.

It was then that he noticed that the sound of the lesser beasts had silenced.

“How could I have been so careless to not notice?”, he thought as his blood started to run cold.

He heard a loud and heavy huff behind him. His eyes opened wide in recognition that he was no longer alone… and that he was noticed.

He takes a moment to control his racing thoughts. One after another, they speak of his hopes and fears, weaknesses and strengths. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, breathing in the heady odor that is this massive creature behind him.

He slowly turns around to face him.

“There you are.”, he says as calmly as he can muster.

The beast stares at him, almost as though he recognizes him. His glare is cold and menacing… and yet seems to burn with an anger that has burned for many lifetimes, how many is anyone’s guess.

In that instant, the creature rushes forward, every muscle and sinew in his body tense.

He manages to deftly jump out-of-the-way just before he would have been plowed by this beast… this behemoth of a creature. He can feel the wind and the strength as the wind rushes past him.

The creature turns around and bellows. The sound nearly freezes him to his very core. Images of towns and villages being wiped out by this creature flash in his mind. The deaths of children, parents, partners, husbands and wives burn freshly in his psyche… almost as though it happened yesterday. His passion and vigor for this fight is renewed.

He holds his lance, prepared to strike. Remembering everything that brought him to where he is today. Remembering everything that brought him to this fight.

“Come on, you son of a bitch.”, he mutters as he rares up, ready to sprint headlong at this creature.

And after a quick breath, he runs headlong at the beast. He screams with the scream of all the victims, all the pain and suffering that this creature has caused. He runs and jumps over the head of the beast, using his lance as a pole.

He lands firmly on the beasts back. Beneath his feet, he can feel the tenseness of this creatures neck and back. He can feel each muscle move as the creature moves.

He flips his lance around and gets a firm grip on the shaft. He wants to make sure that he can plunge this weapon purposefully in to this neck in front of him.

Dat Week

So… this week.

I got a lot less done that than I would like. Unfortunately, there is a good reason for it.

While we were driving to Fan Fest, our car died. We had a crack in the radiator and couldn’t leave Las Vegas until it was fixed. We were waiting for our car until Tuesday.

We drove all day to get home. We got home late and it was time to get back to work.

Unfortunately, that also meant that I was too tired once I got home.

I had a blast at Fan Fest. And there are pictures a plenty to share as well as stories to tell. I’ll be finishing up my Comic Con posts. I also have the end of Of Monsters and Men. I’ll start with the new posts promptly on Monday. All sorts of new stuff.

So, until Monday!

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