Post by zodai on May 16, 2014 0:25:22 GMT
A series of Mitadake High inspired stories I plan to write.
Looking for feedback, critique, etc. Chapters will be posted as they are completed. New books will likely have different threads to prevent clutter.
Estimated 10,000-15,000 words per book, with an estimated 8 books in total.
--Currently looking for feedback on Chapter 1 (Prologue and The First Hour)
Truth be told, I had always thought this would be a good place to die.
“Attention, students of Kyoukoshi High.” Blared the robotic voice from the intercom.
The wide open sky of the courtyard shone a brilliant spectacle of stars from above, as the nearing sunset began to drop onto the horizon from afar. Fresh air blew down from the skies, a calming draft sweeping across my face under the solemn shade of the tree. The fresh smell of the grass pleasantly crawled its way up to my nose, as an unnatural sense of peace began to swamp over me.
For all I knew, this could be the last calm of my life.
“A corpse has been found present on school grounds.”
The courtyard walls rose high into the sky, like a box that a child would play with, peering over the edge and watching us scurry across the grass like a playful set of insects. The stone was polished to reflection from top to bottom, leaving not a single route of escape, as the arcane steel gate clamped itself shut.
“Until the arrival of the authorities, all students will not be permitted to leave the school grounds.”
I was wrong.
There was no such thing as a good place to die.
“For the next twelve hours, please remain within the boundaries of the academy. That is all.”
The teacher’s corpse lied at the center of the courtyard – her blood soaking into the stone paths, and a stab wound in her left eye that came in one end and left out the other, leaving a jagged hole in the back of her skull.
“Mother!” Cried the girl.
I should probably take this moment to tell you that this town has very weird natural hair colors. Don’t ask why, I don’t understand it either.
Blue’s hair reached slowly down her forehead, floating over eyes desperately trying to keep the tears in check. The hem of the uniform’s skirt dipped into the puddle of blood, as her knees braced the moist feel of the rough stone.
“Wake up! Wake up!” She cried, grasping the woman’s lifeless arm.
The school’s uniform was similar between both genders – a navy blue blazer with sleeves to protect from the winter’s cold breath, with the bottom in a similar scheme. The men getting a pair of rather fair pair of slacks, while the women a skirt an inch in either direction from the knees.
“Wake up! Please!”
A single tear dropped from her face.
“Mom…Please…”
The howling gale rushes through the air, and the setting sun finally departs from view.
“The stars really are beautiful, aren’t they?” The boy said.
Hazel’s ruffled hair reminded one of a field of wheat, swaying back and forth in time with the wind. A river of tears flowed down his rough skin, as a pair of woodcutter’s goggles rested firmly on his forehead.
“Hey, you.” Hazel said, directing his face as me.
“What’s your name?” He said as I twirled a strand of my hair.
“Brown is fine.” I replied.
“Okay, then…” The river went on, flowing onward without end.
A speck of liquid streaked from my cheek. It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting out of here unscathed, either…
“Hey! If it weren’t for you, the two of us wouldn’t still be here!” Shouted the boy.
“You’re the one who made me go get it in the first place!” Shouted his fellow.
The first boy, Black, wore his hair in a slicked back fashion, and his custom-fit uniform was lined with the finest golden threads, proudly emblazoned with the school’s owl crest on its sleeves.
“If you had hurried up, we wouldn’t even be in this mess!” Black said, clearly breaking the façade his appearance would provide at first glance.
“There were girls! You would’ve done the same thing!”
Grey, the second boy, had his hair in an unkempt fashion – wild as a raging tundra, reaching down to the bottom of his neck and crafting a pair of sideburns by his ears. He bore one of the basketball teams jerseys – number 42, to be precise – with a build visibly more muscular than that of the average student, and fair drops of sweat befitting of one deep in concentration not long ago.
They were afraid.
Their every word shook them to their core, each sentence dropping small fragments of coherency before gathering more as the other party began their turn. Fear and panic forging the smallest droplets of sweat, moistening the skin as they plopped onto the floor, bursting into the air in a fraction of a second before coming to rest at the stone tile floor.
Countless fragments of emotion, bursting at the seams as the corpse lied dead on the floor.
It didn’t look like they were getting out unscathed, either.
None of us were.
Teal’s footsteps briskly paced out of the hallway. A cigarette held itself in his mouth, and a lighter likely lay in the pockets of his trenchcoat, and he was far taller than the rest of the graduating class. Crystal blue hair swayed in the wind, reaching down to the man’s waist, as he gently kneeled down by the corpse.
“Rest in peace, and may god be with you.”
Placed the cigarette at her side, and began to gently take Blue’s palm.
“Do you care if we go somewhere quieter?”
Blue nodded, her face filled with tear marks as the pair slowly began to walk away. Light footsteps paced across the stone pathway.
The stars were beautiful. The howling wind blazed across the trees, the full moon reflecting a serene shine onto the field. The walls towered beyond ones’ wildest beliefs, like we were in a land far detached from the world on the outside.
And then, there was her.
Long white hair like a fresh field of snow, gently dropping down like flakes from the sky above. Pure skin free of any minor infractions, smooth as the finest silk known to man.
She was beautiful. Step by step, my feet slowly brought myself in your direction.
“H-Hey.” I weakly said. Was I always this timid? The girl looked up in my direction, her eyes seeming to be in my direction but not really looking anywhere in particular. In closer detail, her arms and legs were thin as their bones, a frail figure far smaller than one would consider healthy.
“You have…brown hair, yes?” The girl said, as timid fingers made a gentle grasp around my hand.
“It’s soft…”
“I know.” I replied, gently grasping her hand, raising her up as the girl attempted to maintain her balance, keeping a free hand pressed to the wall.
“S-Slow down, okay…?” She said.
“Okay.” I replied, staying to the wall so White could keep her balance.
Our feet gently stepped across the tiled pavement, as the bells echoed across as to signal the end of the hour.
And the beginning of an eternity, laid to waste in the depths of hell itself.
Looking for feedback, critique, etc. Chapters will be posted as they are completed. New books will likely have different threads to prevent clutter.
Estimated 10,000-15,000 words per book, with an estimated 8 books in total.
--Currently looking for feedback on Chapter 1 (Prologue and The First Hour)
~~~
Esteemed students of Kyoukoshi High.
We are very proud of what you have achieved up to this point.
However, we have been informed that the world no longer has any use for you.
As such, we regret to inform you that your time on this earth has come to an end.
Please, enjoy your time in the depths of torment.
And farewell, to the children who are fated to death.
~~~
Esteemed students of Kyoukoshi High.
We are very proud of what you have achieved up to this point.
However, we have been informed that the world no longer has any use for you.
As such, we regret to inform you that your time on this earth has come to an end.
Please, enjoy your time in the depths of torment.
And farewell, to the children who are fated to death.
~~~
Truth be told, I had always thought this would be a good place to die.
“Attention, students of Kyoukoshi High.” Blared the robotic voice from the intercom.
The wide open sky of the courtyard shone a brilliant spectacle of stars from above, as the nearing sunset began to drop onto the horizon from afar. Fresh air blew down from the skies, a calming draft sweeping across my face under the solemn shade of the tree. The fresh smell of the grass pleasantly crawled its way up to my nose, as an unnatural sense of peace began to swamp over me.
For all I knew, this could be the last calm of my life.
“A corpse has been found present on school grounds.”
The courtyard walls rose high into the sky, like a box that a child would play with, peering over the edge and watching us scurry across the grass like a playful set of insects. The stone was polished to reflection from top to bottom, leaving not a single route of escape, as the arcane steel gate clamped itself shut.
“Until the arrival of the authorities, all students will not be permitted to leave the school grounds.”
I was wrong.
There was no such thing as a good place to die.
“For the next twelve hours, please remain within the boundaries of the academy. That is all.”
The teacher’s corpse lied at the center of the courtyard – her blood soaking into the stone paths, and a stab wound in her left eye that came in one end and left out the other, leaving a jagged hole in the back of her skull.
“Mother!” Cried the girl.
I should probably take this moment to tell you that this town has very weird natural hair colors. Don’t ask why, I don’t understand it either.
Blue’s hair reached slowly down her forehead, floating over eyes desperately trying to keep the tears in check. The hem of the uniform’s skirt dipped into the puddle of blood, as her knees braced the moist feel of the rough stone.
“Wake up! Wake up!” She cried, grasping the woman’s lifeless arm.
The school’s uniform was similar between both genders – a navy blue blazer with sleeves to protect from the winter’s cold breath, with the bottom in a similar scheme. The men getting a pair of rather fair pair of slacks, while the women a skirt an inch in either direction from the knees.
“Wake up! Please!”
A single tear dropped from her face.
“Mom…Please…”
The howling gale rushes through the air, and the setting sun finally departs from view.
“The stars really are beautiful, aren’t they?” The boy said.
Hazel’s ruffled hair reminded one of a field of wheat, swaying back and forth in time with the wind. A river of tears flowed down his rough skin, as a pair of woodcutter’s goggles rested firmly on his forehead.
“Hey, you.” Hazel said, directing his face as me.
“What’s your name?” He said as I twirled a strand of my hair.
“Brown is fine.” I replied.
“Okay, then…” The river went on, flowing onward without end.
A speck of liquid streaked from my cheek. It doesn’t look like I’ll be getting out of here unscathed, either…
“Hey! If it weren’t for you, the two of us wouldn’t still be here!” Shouted the boy.
“You’re the one who made me go get it in the first place!” Shouted his fellow.
The first boy, Black, wore his hair in a slicked back fashion, and his custom-fit uniform was lined with the finest golden threads, proudly emblazoned with the school’s owl crest on its sleeves.
“If you had hurried up, we wouldn’t even be in this mess!” Black said, clearly breaking the façade his appearance would provide at first glance.
“There were girls! You would’ve done the same thing!”
Grey, the second boy, had his hair in an unkempt fashion – wild as a raging tundra, reaching down to the bottom of his neck and crafting a pair of sideburns by his ears. He bore one of the basketball teams jerseys – number 42, to be precise – with a build visibly more muscular than that of the average student, and fair drops of sweat befitting of one deep in concentration not long ago.
They were afraid.
Their every word shook them to their core, each sentence dropping small fragments of coherency before gathering more as the other party began their turn. Fear and panic forging the smallest droplets of sweat, moistening the skin as they plopped onto the floor, bursting into the air in a fraction of a second before coming to rest at the stone tile floor.
Countless fragments of emotion, bursting at the seams as the corpse lied dead on the floor.
It didn’t look like they were getting out unscathed, either.
None of us were.
Teal’s footsteps briskly paced out of the hallway. A cigarette held itself in his mouth, and a lighter likely lay in the pockets of his trenchcoat, and he was far taller than the rest of the graduating class. Crystal blue hair swayed in the wind, reaching down to the man’s waist, as he gently kneeled down by the corpse.
“Rest in peace, and may god be with you.”
Placed the cigarette at her side, and began to gently take Blue’s palm.
“Do you care if we go somewhere quieter?”
Blue nodded, her face filled with tear marks as the pair slowly began to walk away. Light footsteps paced across the stone pathway.
The stars were beautiful. The howling wind blazed across the trees, the full moon reflecting a serene shine onto the field. The walls towered beyond ones’ wildest beliefs, like we were in a land far detached from the world on the outside.
And then, there was her.
Long white hair like a fresh field of snow, gently dropping down like flakes from the sky above. Pure skin free of any minor infractions, smooth as the finest silk known to man.
She was beautiful. Step by step, my feet slowly brought myself in your direction.
“H-Hey.” I weakly said. Was I always this timid? The girl looked up in my direction, her eyes seeming to be in my direction but not really looking anywhere in particular. In closer detail, her arms and legs were thin as their bones, a frail figure far smaller than one would consider healthy.
“You have…brown hair, yes?” The girl said, as timid fingers made a gentle grasp around my hand.
“It’s soft…”
“I know.” I replied, gently grasping her hand, raising her up as the girl attempted to maintain her balance, keeping a free hand pressed to the wall.
“S-Slow down, okay…?” She said.
“Okay.” I replied, staying to the wall so White could keep her balance.
Our feet gently stepped across the tiled pavement, as the bells echoed across as to signal the end of the hour.
And the beginning of an eternity, laid to waste in the depths of hell itself.
~End of the First Hour~
