Hello fellow humans who read this! it has been a long time since I've posted anything whether it be journal or art (though I never was much of a journaler, despite the efforts of Kakashiette when I first started out on DA), but I can explain. See, there is this thing called "college"... I don't know if you have heard of it, but it is a nasty thing that has been stealing all my time.
Been dealing with four classes this quarter: Cyber Terrorism, Microsoft Active Directory, Microsoft Exchange Server, and Customer Relationship Management. The first three I love, but the last one is the bane of my existence, so it's a wonderful thing that college will be ending in three weeks and I will be free of these burdens (of course new ones will be coming my way, but whatever the main point is graduation=NO MORE SCHOOL!!! (and I'll finally get to earn some good money)). So basically all I've been doing for my CRM class is writing papers, lots and lots of them... I would go count, but... I don't want to get depressed over all those gloomy memories. The other night, however, I wrote the beginning to a fanfic that takes place in the Naruto Universe to flex my imagination to ensure I still got it, and I think it is a success. It's rough draft, minimal editing done and I haven't thought about were to take it from here, but I enjoyed writing the two plus paragraphs and definitely plan to revisit this one, I mean, how could I not with a start like this?
In any case hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it!
The trees had just started to turn green when it happened. The warriors from the north came out of the mountains bathing the hills with blood and fire. Their attack was not unexpected, but our warriors weren't up to the task. My master, Hiroto sensei, was severely injured in the first wave and took his last breath a day later as me and my brother helped raise the soot stained sheet that served as our white flag.
What followed afterwards wasn't pretty. The women were raped and men who protested were killed and nailed to the trees that grew in what was left of our village hidden in the hills. Many more died in the labor camps and, when winter came, I added my younger brother to that ever growing list. Utterly alone, I watched people give in to despair around me; which is why, when a fight broke out one night over evening rations, I took my chance and escaped.
I went southwest and didn't stop moving for the first two days until I collapsed, exhausted, in the hollow of a tree.
and thus my journal ends for now... hopefully I'll be motivated to draw something soon