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February 7, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Ohhh, this is so exciting. I can tell this story will be awesome just by the first chapter. I'm anxious to see where this will be going. Already I can see that this story will be quite amazing just by the details in this one chapter and the descriptions that are so vivid and well-written. Keep up the great work, I can't wait to read the next chapter.
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February 5, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Have you seen the anime Monster? It gives me the same vibes as this fanfiction and Monster 1, which is a very good thing. Oh and you're a rude bitch. You are not special.
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February 5, 2006 at 12:00 AM
hahaha Oh.. be gone little Keiko! Shoo! Shoo! Or are you still sore from my last comment on Hiba's reviewboard? How predictable really. Yet still, the bipolar bitch in you has reared its hideous head again and you come to my story sniveling like your positively emo self so often does.
Save your petty, boring insults kiddo. I've heard that little line several times and believe me, its gone stale years ago.
And... sniff* sniff*... I'm not "special". Look babe, just because I didn't wear a helmet to school like you doesn't mean I'm not "special". And please, if I wasn't, dearest little rodent, why oh why are you knocking at my door looking for some sort of fight?
You must really love me just as obsessively as the rest of your little flamer pals; to strive so pathetically for even the most negative of my attentions.
Be gone little nothing!
They'll all remember me far longer than you.
Camaro
Ps... I do want to point out that I appreciated your attention to "grammer" this time! LOL! Dumbass.
Save your petty, boring insults kiddo. I've heard that little line several times and believe me, its gone stale years ago.
And... sniff* sniff*... I'm not "special". Look babe, just because I didn't wear a helmet to school like you doesn't mean I'm not "special". And please, if I wasn't, dearest little rodent, why oh why are you knocking at my door looking for some sort of fight?
You must really love me just as obsessively as the rest of your little flamer pals; to strive so pathetically for even the most negative of my attentions.
Be gone little nothing!
They'll all remember me far longer than you.
Camaro
Ps... I do want to point out that I appreciated your attention to "grammer" this time! LOL! Dumbass.
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January 31, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Absolutely perfect. I can't wait to read more of this, and to see how Goku handles it. His psyche has gone through so much, lol.
Good times and rock on,
Dom
Good times and rock on,
Dom
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January 30, 2006 at 12:00 AM
And the Monster's back... I don't really know what to say to this chapter, except ewwww!! Although the priest wasn't exactly a pleasant person, there is something to be said about the horrors he saw before his death. Well, we actually don't know if he died, but I'm assuming he did. It makes more sense. Poor Goku, he knows that the Devil is back... literally. That would explain his attitude in the preview that you sent me. I don't know, I want to feel sad for that priest, as a fellow human being, but I find that I can't. His death was horrible, but just thinking about all of the boys whose lives he ruined and how he didn't feel a damn bit sorry makes me think he deserved it. It's a fitting death, to me. Still, talk about disturbing and graphic, which is of course why I love your writing. Well, it's one of the reasons anyway. Glad to see that this story is back, I was wondering when you would start it up again. Of course, I know why it's taken awhile and I'm not complaining in the slightest :) I can't wait to read more, this introduction really surprised me!! Again, I wouldn't have expected anything less from you. Later!!
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January 29, 2006 at 12:00 AM
BrucesGirl: Kiss ass much? Pathetic.
Nice story, by the way.
Nice story, by the way.
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January 29, 2006 at 12:00 AM
... Excuse me Phoenix? Fuck you. Seriously. DO NOT criticize my reviewers if all you have to say is.. "ohh nice story by the way."
Like.. ok, "Nice fucking spawn of Satan your mother shit into this world... by the way."
Seriously.. like it isn't hard enough to get decent freakin' reviews on this site, we seriously don't need punk ass bitches like you wandering around and making people feel insecure about what they write or review. So seriously.. shut the fuck up and DO NOT COME BACK unless YOU HAVE something more to add than "nice story."
Pfft... go back to ffnet you week old cum stain.
Camaro
Like.. ok, "Nice fucking spawn of Satan your mother shit into this world... by the way."
Seriously.. like it isn't hard enough to get decent freakin' reviews on this site, we seriously don't need punk ass bitches like you wandering around and making people feel insecure about what they write or review. So seriously.. shut the fuck up and DO NOT COME BACK unless YOU HAVE something more to add than "nice story."
Pfft... go back to ffnet you week old cum stain.
Camaro
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January 28, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Wow! Just amazing as always. Your stories really make me think about how I view myself and others. It's great. Keep up the great work!
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January 25, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Alone, monstrous and empty, it remained, scratching its talons against the shield of rock that embraced it.
What amazing start to a story. We so often lock ourselves up inside of walls, clawing to get out and stretch our wings, and yet we fear the freedom of love itself. Love has the ability to rip our walls away from us, yet it can clip our wings and teach us to hate. So beautiful, and yet, in a delicate sense, so dark and deadly.
Wonderful start, sweetheart! I’m so excited about this story. I think it’s going to be your most spectacular work yet!
The sensation of man approached as the years collected and soon, the monster began to understand what the term “companionship” meant. What friendship was. And it in its black, wretched heart, it yearned for it if only for a moment.
How we yearn for love! We search for it. We live for it. We kill for it. That one moment that we can grasp it sends our lives into a plethora of beautiful sunrises and sunsets, and when it’s gone, all we see is darkness. No more morning, and no more dusk. We crave that light and we crave the beautiful emotion that accompanies it. Take it away…and it fills us with hatred.
Maybe hatred in itself is the FEAR and the DISGUST of emptiness. Maybe hatred is the human answer to emptiness where love is the divine answer.
For emptiness can never be destroyed, killed, stabbed or slain. It can only be filled.
God, what a beautiful statement. Emptiness can be filled, but just as we can fill it with love, it can also be filled with hate. An empty barrel can hold a bushel of delicious, fragrant, perfect red apples, or it can hold a bushel of maggots, rotting flesh, and stench. Perhaps we look for the wrong things to fill our emptiness.
Maybe hatred doesn’t fill it at all.
'Don't look back,' he made himself promise, breathing hard. 'Don't you dare look backwards!' Yet, human nature turned his head, his feet crumpling beneath him as he landed on his knees.
I don’t know how much you know about the Old Testament in the Bible, but there is a story about Lot and his wife. When God burned down Sodom and Gomorrah, he told them not to look back or they would die. Human nature of curiosity got the best of Lot’s wife, and she turned to look back, and she was immediately turned to a pillar of salt. She risked her life for that one look.
Maybe human nature deceives us in itself. So odd that our own instinct is our downfall and death, yet guides us correctly through the daily routines of life. I have an enemy living inside of me, and so many people can’t even control it.
Babe, this chapter is just… WOW. Amazing. I can’t wait for the rest of it. I’m so amazed at your talent, and now I know, I’ll have to work extra hard on The Breath of Sorrow to keep up with you. ~laughs~
Good luck with this endeavor. I intend to be with you every step of the way.
BG
What amazing start to a story. We so often lock ourselves up inside of walls, clawing to get out and stretch our wings, and yet we fear the freedom of love itself. Love has the ability to rip our walls away from us, yet it can clip our wings and teach us to hate. So beautiful, and yet, in a delicate sense, so dark and deadly.
Wonderful start, sweetheart! I’m so excited about this story. I think it’s going to be your most spectacular work yet!
The sensation of man approached as the years collected and soon, the monster began to understand what the term “companionship” meant. What friendship was. And it in its black, wretched heart, it yearned for it if only for a moment.
How we yearn for love! We search for it. We live for it. We kill for it. That one moment that we can grasp it sends our lives into a plethora of beautiful sunrises and sunsets, and when it’s gone, all we see is darkness. No more morning, and no more dusk. We crave that light and we crave the beautiful emotion that accompanies it. Take it away…and it fills us with hatred.
Maybe hatred in itself is the FEAR and the DISGUST of emptiness. Maybe hatred is the human answer to emptiness where love is the divine answer.
For emptiness can never be destroyed, killed, stabbed or slain. It can only be filled.
God, what a beautiful statement. Emptiness can be filled, but just as we can fill it with love, it can also be filled with hate. An empty barrel can hold a bushel of delicious, fragrant, perfect red apples, or it can hold a bushel of maggots, rotting flesh, and stench. Perhaps we look for the wrong things to fill our emptiness.
Maybe hatred doesn’t fill it at all.
'Don't look back,' he made himself promise, breathing hard. 'Don't you dare look backwards!' Yet, human nature turned his head, his feet crumpling beneath him as he landed on his knees.
I don’t know how much you know about the Old Testament in the Bible, but there is a story about Lot and his wife. When God burned down Sodom and Gomorrah, he told them not to look back or they would die. Human nature of curiosity got the best of Lot’s wife, and she turned to look back, and she was immediately turned to a pillar of salt. She risked her life for that one look.
Maybe human nature deceives us in itself. So odd that our own instinct is our downfall and death, yet guides us correctly through the daily routines of life. I have an enemy living inside of me, and so many people can’t even control it.
Babe, this chapter is just… WOW. Amazing. I can’t wait for the rest of it. I’m so amazed at your talent, and now I know, I’ll have to work extra hard on The Breath of Sorrow to keep up with you. ~laughs~
Good luck with this endeavor. I intend to be with you every step of the way.
BG
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January 25, 2006 at 12:00 AM
Ahhh Shit! You're back again. Hellz ya biatch! anyway...
Girl I love this so much. It's like your my (to steal from a lame ass song) dirty little secret. Mwhahaha. Miss Perfect at school (kinda). But boy do I love reading your material. Such a shame my friends are punk ass bitches who can't handle one mild sex scene. Fucking pathetic. ANYway. You're writing is fine and the same as ever. Good descriptions I visualized...EVERYTHING. You didn't reuse the same words over and over, which I highly appreciate. You give the right amount of description. Not too much, not too little. Man what the hell can I say...just that YOU'RE BACK AGAIN BITCH AND DAMN I MISSED YA!
love, Sara
Girl I love this so much. It's like your my (to steal from a lame ass song) dirty little secret. Mwhahaha. Miss Perfect at school (kinda). But boy do I love reading your material. Such a shame my friends are punk ass bitches who can't handle one mild sex scene. Fucking pathetic. ANYway. You're writing is fine and the same as ever. Good descriptions I visualized...EVERYTHING. You didn't reuse the same words over and over, which I highly appreciate. You give the right amount of description. Not too much, not too little. Man what the hell can I say...just that YOU'RE BACK AGAIN BITCH AND DAMN I MISSED YA!
love, Sara