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Sunday, December 22, 2024

2024: A Reflection, with some Resolutions and Plans for the New Year (and a Poem)

Hey, all my readers out there.

The Year 2024 has been really . . . something, both for the greater world and for myself personally. That's not to say there hasn't been any ups this year. There certainly has been. But it's hard not to let those ups get overshadowed by all the downs which, to this day, seem to have no end in sight. I can tell you that certain world events have left me both frustrated and disappointed. And I'm sure you all have been as well.

Anyway, let's get right to it, then.

For the Year 2024, I managed to finish and publish two books on Amazon. One of them was probably one of my best works (in my own opinion) in a long while. It is the fantasy, slice-of-life story of The Vampire's Coffee Shop. There were a few hiccups here and there, but overall, it went exactly as I had hoped, right down to the ending. The final scene in particular was something I had envisioned since the start of writing the story. And I also got to express some of my world views and beliefs through the story as well.

The other's the second volume of The Mysteries of the Community Service Club. It takes place during summertime and the villain this time has literal fire power. I can't say I've done a really good job. I know some parts of the stories flopped, mainly because there were elements to the story that I've never been good with. Just click HERE to buy the book.

Both stories are not only available in paperback form on Amazon, but they are free to read online. But I do hope you'll show me some support by visiting the links above and buying a book.

Moving on, I am still working on the final book of the Lucy Douglas Series. I've just about reached the final part of the story, but I still have many, many chapters to go.

It is the same for The Magical Trials of Lily Wong which I started at the very beginning of this year. I had hoped to finish the first volume before the end of 2024, but that does not seem likely. I have reached the final arc for the volume, but it will also be many chapters long still.

Now there are several reasons why I wasn't able to finish some stories this year. One is because I was on an overseas trip. Another is world news that prompted me to put my pen down so to speak refrain from posting anything or post poems with reflection of my feelings instead. There have also been moments where I didn't have the energy to write and I take a break instead. But more frequently than not, I've been hit with Writer's Block which can get increasingly frustrating the closer I am to the finish line. Not only that, I end up getting inspired to write brand new stories, just adding to the number of stories I'm already juggling at the same time, which is now four total. I haven't posted chapters of the new story yet, but I might get started on 2025.

Speaking of 2025, with a new year on the horizon comes new resolutions for it.

Just like for 2024, I resolve as a writer to have at least one book published by the end of 2025. No, scratch that. Let's be ambitious and make it two, no THREE books. But realistically, by the end of next year, two of the stories I'm working on should be done and published as books. Three if it's a good year. All four might be a bit of a stretch since the newest story was started late in this year. I can only hope that I won't get hit with more Writer's Block next year than this one.

Now for my 2025 plans.

Like I mentioned earlier, I got a new story in the works. This one takes place in an old neighborhood of a city in modern-day China where a variety of characters battle for possession of a mystical, otherworldly artifact called the Pearl of Fate.

And if all goes well for me next year, I'll finally be finished with the last novel of my Lucy Douglas series, the first volume of my Lily Wong series, and the third volume of my CSC series. Once those are all done, I'll move on to Lily Wong Volume Two and CSC Volume Four. I already have a general outline of both volumes and clear visions of their endings. The only problem that remains, as always, is the nitty-gritty details.

Now, what else . . . Oh! That's right! So about The Vampire's Coffee Shop story I mentioned earlier. I actually have inspiration to write a prequel (and sequel) to it, sort of like an anthology of events that happen during the Vampire's entire career which would, of course, include tales from before and after the original story. Maybe after I take care of some of the above stories, I'll get to it.

That's about all I got to say for now. Good bye, 2024 and hello 2025. To borrow the words of a famed comedian, "Let's all do better next year."

Oh, and also, I got a poem to express how I view 2024 and the dawn of 2025. Fair warning, it is a downer of a poem. So if you're hoping to spend Christmas and the end of this year with some cheer, don't scroll down any further.

That's it from me for the rest of 2024. Merry Christmas, have a happy New Year, and happy reading, everyone!


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POEM: 2024


2024

True Colors fly

Looming Shadows spring

Masks of heroism fly off and expose the Villain beneath


Four Years of Hope end in Darkness

With nary any Progress

Clowns continue to be Clowns where Clowns don't belong

The Greedy continue to Steer the Wheel of Fate

And Sinners avoid the Hammer of Justice


The Year of the Dragon it is not

The Year of Monsters it is

For it has been a Year Monsters rampage

It has been a Year that the Devil Laughed


Flipped on its head is Law and Order

Tarnished, sullied, tossed aside is the Honor of Nations

Once Victims of Heinous Acts, now Reflections of the Heinous One,

The Heinous One whose Name lives in Eternal Infamy and Disgrace


So with the Close of the Year,

So begins the Open of a New One

Bereft of Hope, Lacking of Faith

Hearts stained Black, a return of the "Bah, Humbug"

Sunday, December 15, 2024

CSC V3 Ch. 5

Chapter 5


Yuna and I followed Isaneko's gaze to the fat utility pole at the side of the road. From behind, a girl around our age stepped out.

"Damn it," she swore. "How'd you know I was here?"

Astonished, I blinked and asked, "Kyouko? What are you doing here?"

Kyouko scowled and said, "That's Miss Azamume to you. Only my friends call me by my first name. And last I checked, you and I are not friends."

Kyouko was Yuna's cousin through their moms. They used to be something like childhood friends, but then had a falling out some time ago and she showed up last summer to bully and play really mean pranks. Somehow, somewhere I wasn't there, they patched things up and became friends again. I don't know how that happened. But as long as everyone was happy, I wasn't going to question it. So now they're close friends. Although the way Kyouko sometimes showed that friendship could be questionable.

Oh, yeah. I nearly forgot to mention it, but Kyouko is also a power user, one who can make herself invisible to people. She doesn't technically turn invisible. Her actual power is Perception Manipulation, meaning she just telepathically messes with people's brains so they can't see her. I'm the only one that power won't work on thanks to my Psy-Armor blocking out whatever rays she sends out from her own cranium.

After snapping at me, Kyouko whirled over to Isaneko and said, "Again, how'd you know I was here? I should have been invisible, and it didn't look like Oota noticed me. It's not like you got me on GPS tracking. Or do you?"

A huge smile spread on Isaneko's face. She didn't say anything, but it was all the answer Kyouko (and really, me too) needed. 

"Seriously?" she said. "You got me on GPS tracking?"

Isaneko's big smile got bigger and she showed us all her phone which had a map displayed on its screen. There were dots on the map at certain stretch of road that matched the number of people standing at our spot.

I blinked. "Is that us? Wait, you're tracking me and Yuna too!?"

Both Yuna's and Kyouko's jaws dropped. 

"How?" asked Kyouko. "Since when?"

Isaneko impishly lifted a finger over her lips and said, "That is a secret. But I must say, you have very interesting hobbies for a member of the Azamume family."

The Azamume family, which Kyouko's a part of, is another big psychic family. Although, from what I know, they live at another town pretty far away from here.

Color drained from from Isaneko's face and she stammered, "W-w-whatever d-d-do you mean?"

In faux innocence, Isaneko tilted her head sideways and said, "Why, just two weeks ago on Saturday, you - "

Kyouko cut in and in a panic, yelled, "Ah! Ah!"

I exchanged looks with Yuna and wondered to myself, "What did she do two weeks ago?"

I must have said my thoughts out loud, because Kyouko suddenly whirled around at me and snapped, "It's none of your business!"

I was a bit taken aback, but quickly recovered and asked again, "What are you doing here, anyway? Is it okay for you to be so far out of town right now?"

"My school's closed tomorrow for its Founders Day," Kyouko explained. "And if you really must know, I heard about the new Piper that's running around and got worried about Yuna. So I thought I'd check in on her to see how she was doing."

"So you're stalking her again," I said.

"I am NOT a stalker!" she shouted back in dismay. "And what did you mean by 'again'?"

"Well, you did do a lot of stalking during summer vacation," Isaneko pointed out.

"Oh, don't you start too!" Kyouko snapped at her.

While me, Isaneko and Kyouko had our back and forth about her stalking, Yuna rapidly typed on her phone and then played its sound, "I appreciate your concern. Thank you, Kyouko."

Yuna's modest display of gratitude was enough to flip Kyouko's mood and while beaming, said, "You're very welcome, Yuna. And don't you worry. You'll be safe as long as I'm around. If that Piper or whatever ever dares to come for you, I'll teach him a lesson he'll never forget. He won't know what hit him, literally."

"Argh!"

"Yeah, like that," said Kyouko. "Wait, what was that?"

After hearing a guy's yell, we all looked around, wondering where it came from. I heard more yelling coming from down south, or at least where I thought south was and pointed.

"I think it's coming from over there," I said. "Sounds like there are guys fighting."

"Ugh!" Kyouko groaned. "Must be another Soushu-Yamimura dispute. Seriously, this has been going on for so long already. I'm surprised they haven't gotten tired of it yet."

"I don't know," said Isaneko. "That doesn't sound like just any old fight. It sounded more like - "

"Die! Die! Die!"

"Someone's trying to kill someone!" I cried.

I immediately took off running. My feet carried me down the road which split two directions at the end. I went down left and rushed straight until I finally found the source of all that shouting.

A dreadful sight awaited me. A guy dressed in black leather was swinging a long drainpipe up and down onto  another guy wearing the same school uniform as me. The guy with the pipe had on a black motorcycle helmet which completely hid away his features.

I had horrible flashbacks to a time, not too long ago, when I encountered another man dressed just like him. It was pretty clear who and what I had run into: it was the new Piper attacking a new victim.

Blood rushed to my head and I shouted, "Hey! Leave him alone!"

The Piper stopped and turned, distracted just enough for his victim to spring up and retaliate with a vengeance.

To my surprise, the victim turned out to be someone I knew. It was Yamimura (sometimes known as Yamimura of Yamimura from Yamimura). He was a tall, rough-looking guy with an intimidating presence, usually surrounded by underlings.

Yamimura threw a left hook against the side of the Piper's helmet hard enough to send him flying away. The space around his fist rippled as if covered by a heat distortion (the telltale signs of psychic energy). He was a psychokinetic user like me.

The Piper crashed into the wall at the other side of the road and fell down. But he quickly got back up, albeit a bit wobbly, and looked at me. He then looked at Yamimura before finally turning his gaze down to the drainpipe that miraculously never left his hand.

He decided to abandon his weapon by throwing it at Yamimura before fleeing.

Yamimura took off after him, angrily shouting, "OI! GET BACK HERE!"

I hesitated and wondered if I should join the chase. Knowing Yamimura and seeing that he was okay, I figured he got this covered. But neither got very far when Kyouko suddenly appeared in front of the Piper and swung her right arm out, hitting him with a lariat.

The Piper went crashing down on his back and then received a merciless stomp to the gut beneath Kyouko's black loafer. He lurched up once and then dropped down limp. 

Even with the helmet covering his, it was easy to tell that he was out cold. But that didn't stop Yamimura from rushing towards him, grab him by the front of his jacket, and lift him up while swearing.

"You damn - !"

"Yamimura, wait!" I cried.

I didn't like where this was going and pulled him away from the Piper. He shook me off and snapped, "Don't try and stop me! This guy tried to kill me!"

"I know!" I shouted back. "But if you keep this up, you could end up being the killer instead!"

Yamimura and I locked eyes for probably a good minute or so. And in that time, his breathing calmed and his face softened as his rage gradually left. Slowly he backed away, gave his fallen attacker one final look before turning away.

As for me, I was bewildered by what I had just done. On my own initiative, I met a scary guy's rage head on. Even though this is me I'm talking about, it was just too hard to believe I actually did that.

Finally, Kyouko spoke up.

"You guys finally done?" she asked.

Yamimura looked at her funny and then fired back a question of his own. "What the hell is the heiress of the Azamume family doing here? Don't tell me . . ."

Kyouko cut him off and said, "Relax, Yamimura. I was just here to visit a friend. The Azamume are staying clear away of whatever clown show your family and the other two got going on."

And then she turned around and waved. I could see Yuna and Isaneko lingering back up the road. Yuna waved back in response.

"Visiting a friend, huh?" Yamimura muttered.

"Uh . . ." I went. "Do you two know each other?"

"You could say that," Yamimura said. "We met a few times at some fancy dinner parties."

That probably astonished me the most that day. Yamimura, at dinner parties?

Yamimura scowled and said, low and annoyed, "Oi. What's that face for? You trying to say something, punk? Like I don't belong in a dinner party?"

I frantically shook my head in denial and stammered, "N-n-n-no!"

I was really grateful when Kyouko cut in again.

"Ahem!" she loudly went. "Moving on, since we're all here, why don't we see who's under that mask?"

She reached down for the Piper's helmet.

"Careful there, Kyouko," I cautioned. "You don't know when he might wake up."

But Kyouko waved off my concern and retorted, "Oh, relax. Nothing's gonna happen. Even if this guy does wake up, I'll just knock him back out."

With that said, she reached for the helmet and yanked it off.

"It's . . . Yeah, I have no idea who that is."

Underneath the motorcycle helmet was the face of a gaunt man with sunken cheeks and a big nose. He looked a few years older than us and wore a twisted, pained look. The latter was no surprise after what Kyoko did to him.

"I do," Yamimura said, looking grimly down at the man. And then he let out a long, really exasperated sigh. "I was afraid of this. That's Michioka, a big critic of my family and a bigger supporter of the Soushu family."

<== Chapter 4

Sunday, December 8, 2024

CSC V3 Ch. 4

Chapter 4


"The culprit's a psychic!" I said.

My outburst got the others looking my way. It was after school and we were just hanging out in the clubroom like usual.

"What's this all of a sudden?" asked Omoyo.

"Like I said," I replied, "I think the culprit's a psychic."

I followed up with a brief summary of what happened the day before. Yuna corroborated my story, and I think that's what got the others to take my opinion more seriously.

"So you think the new Piper that's going around attacking people's a guy with ice powers," Mirai said while rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "I gotta admit, knowing this town, that's not out of the question."

"True," Isaneko seconded. "Yuna's sensing someone following this friend of Oota's and that out of place sheet of ice on the ground do make strong, circumstantial evidence. But I'm surprised. That was pretty insightful for you, Oota."

"Thanks," I said with a proud grin.

Omoyo pointed out, "That was not a compliment."

"Still, that doesn't really narrow down our suspect pool," said Isaneko. "From what I understand, there are tons of people in this town with ice-based powers, including one in our very own student council."

"Well, we gotta start somewhere if we want to solve this mystery," Mirai said with a shrug.

"Should we tell someone?" I asked. "Like maybe the police?"

Mirai, however, shook his head. "Sadly, I'm not sure that'll really help. Like Isaneko said, there are tons of people who could make an out-of-season frozen puddle. It'll be impossible to catch the new Piper with that alone. And that's assuming you're right and the one who attacked your friend is the Piper."

"You think there's a chance I'm wrong?" I asked.

"Sorry, Oota, but yeah," Mirai said. "I'm not saying that you're just imagining someone attacked your friend. I'm just saying that whoever attacked your friend might not be the Piper. After all, what happened doesn't exactly match the Piper's usual M.O."

"I guess you're right," I said. "But that still doesn't change the fact that someone attacked my friend, or that they're a psychic."

"Does your friend know that he was attacked?" asked Omoyo.

I shook my head and replied, "No, he thinks it was just a freak accident. I never got around to asking if he had superpowers or know that they're real."

"I also think it would be a good idea to keep quiet that the new Piper may be a psychic," said Isaneko, gaining all eyes on her now.

"How come?" I asked her.

She explained, "I've been keeping track of the whole Soushu v. Yamimura situation on social media, and things have grown even more volatile. I don't know how it started, but members of both sides are accusing one another for inventing a Piper copycat as cover to attack each other's members. If word gets out confirming that the culprit is a psychic, it'll just add more fuel to the fire." 

Suddenly, a tune chimed from the P.A. system and a boy's voice announced it was almost time for the school to close.

"Well, that's our cue to go," Mirai said. "Let's pack our bags and call it a day."

After grabbing our bags and locking the door, we headed out together like always. As we walked down the hall, a boy called out to me and said, "Yo, Oota! Looking forward to sparring with you soon!"

He ran the opposite direction from us and disappeared at a turn. 

When he was gone, Omoyo turned to me and asked, "A friend of yours?"

I responded, "Kinda. That's Sakamoto. He's one of the Kendo Club's newbies."

"Oh," Omoyo said. "That's right. You got practice with the Kendo Club in a couple of days. You're getting really popular there."

Self-disparagingly, I snorted and said, "I wish."

Well, it is true that Sakamoto and I got along well and sparred together frequently. Though I think his respect for me is a bit overblown given that we're almost the same age.

Suddenly, after passing the front gate, Mirai went, "Oh! I just remembered. The Dark Lords of the Abyss have tasked me with an important mission. One that could decide the fate of all Underworlds!"

"Ugh!" Omoyo groaned and rolled her eyes. "Just say you got an errand to run for your parents. But that reminds me, I need to head over to the marketplace to restock my fridge. So I'll be splitting from here too."

"Then it'll just be me and the Ootas," said Isaneko. "Don't worry. I'll make sure our little chickadees get home safe."

I frowned reproachfully at being treated by a little kid, but she just ignored me. Instead, she waved Mirai and Omoyo off with a smile before joining me and Yuna for a stroll back home. 

The sun was a bit too bright and hot for my taste as me and the girls walked down the road. There were birds chirping, chatter around us, and leaves rustling in a barely helpful breeze. Now and then, cars whisked by, though I barely paid attention while occasionally glancing at my phone.

Basically, it was the same-old, same-old. Until, that is, a bunch of strangers suddenly walked up to us and bowed their heads as low as they could. They were two men and one lady.

"Oh great and all-powerful Angel!" said the lady. "It is an honor to be in your presence!" 

Yuna and I blinked, confused, and I went, "What the what?"

Isaneko, however, grimaced. I had never seen her make a face like that before and wondered who these guys were and what they did to irritate her that much.

The strangers didn't notice because they had their heads down so low it was like they were trying to fold themselves in half. But when they finally looked up, her face was back to fake pleasant and grace.

"This is quite a surprise," she said. "What are you all doing here? Don't you all live in Tokyo?"

"We were sent here by the Grand Regent to check in on you," explained one of the men. He appeared middle-aged with a scrawny build.

"Her Excellence was mighty concerned for your safety, as we all are, after news of a new Piper surfaced," said the more stoutly-built gentleman.

I stood to the side with Yuna, watching the exchange with what Isaneko called a blank stare, wondering who these people were, if they were friends of Isaneko, and who was the Grand Regent and Her Excellence.

Keeping a smile plastered on her face, Isaneko responded to the strangers, "I see. It feels me with gratitude to know I have such loyal followers concerned for the safety of their idol."

The strangers appeared pleased, but I wasn't so sure that was a compliment. To me, it was noticeably snide. Even more so than usual for Isaneko.

"But in any case," she continued, "your concerns are unnecessary. I am the All-Powerful Angel, remember? Do you really think that with my power, I could be harmed? I am perfectly safe."

"But Lady Angel!" the lady protested. "You yourself have said that even you have limits. And this Piper could be the act of the Demons."

Isaneko raised an eyebrow. "The Demons? What Demons?"

"The Demons that the Grand Regent warned us about," the lady said. "She believes that Demons were coming, seeking to do harm to you and then the world."

"And how, pray tell, did she come to that conclusion?" asked Isaneko. Her voice had become somewhat steely. And this time, the strangers noticed. I could see them quaking in their shoes.

"F-forgive her, Lady Angel!" stammered the stout man. "She did not mean to offend you."

"There is no need for apologies," Isaneko said sweetly. "There's no offense taken."

"Coulda fooled me," I muttered under my breath.

Isaneko turned and with a smile that chilled me to my bones, asked, "Did you say something?"

"Nope!" I quickly replied. "Not at all."

"Anyway," Isaneko said, returning her attention to the strangers, "you do not need to worry about any Demons attacking me. Even if something were to happen, I have the Holy Guardian to protect me."

She gave me a glance. The strangers also found themselves looking at me after following her gaze.

"Uh . . . why are you all looking at me?" I asked.

"This . . . boy is the Holy Guardian?" said the scrawny man.

I blinked. "I'm the what now?"

"Indeed, he is," said Isaneko. "Do you doubt me?"

"Forgive us, Lady Angel," said the stout man, "but he doesn't look like much of a guardian. He looks more like a semi-shut-in nerd boy who consumes an abnormal amount of anime-related media even by most anime fans' standards."

"Hey, I don't consume an abnormal amount of anime-related media," I protested. Honestly, with school and club activities, I felt I wasn't consuming enough.

"That's the only part that bothers you?" Isaneko whispered. 

She cleared her throat and addressed the strangers again.

"Looks can be deceiving," she pointed out. "But if you still have doubts, allow me the chance to dispel them."

She turned to face me again.

"Turn on your Psy-Armor," she ordered.

I looked at her warily and slowly asked, "Why?"

"Just do it, pretty please?"

She could act all sweet all she wanted, but I knew her true nature already and did not like where this was going. But it is also because I knew her true nature that I knew it would be best to have my Psy-Armor on anyway.

After a short pause, I said, "Okay, it's on. Now what? And is it really okay to show our powers in public like this?"

Isaneko waved me off dismissively and said, "It's fine. It's fine. Just wait a bit."

She looked around until her eyes landed on a nearby recycle bin. The lid of the bin flew off on its own and she peeked inside. 

As she backed away, a big glass bottle floated out of the recycle bin like a balloon and followed her as she strolled back over to me. I really did not like that big smile she had on her face as she approached me.

The strangers, however, were in awe.

"Ooh! The Angel's miraculous power!" went the scrawny man.

"It has been so long since I could feast my eyes on this wonder!" said the lady.

The stout man put his hands together in prayer and muttered, "Thank you for this miracle! Thank you for this miracle!"

Judging by the lady's words, this was not the first time they had seen Isaneko's telekinesis. 

I looked away from the strange grownups and asked Isaneko, "What are you going to do with that bottle?"

Her smile spread wider to a more sinister grin. Next thing I knew, the bottle flew straight into my head and shattered to a bajillion pieces.

"Yikes!" I yelled and jumped back. "What was that for?"

But rather than answer me, Isaneko turned to the strangers and said, "As you can see, he is unscathed."

"Oh! It's true!" exclaimed the stout man. "He doesn't even look like he felt anything!" 

He and the other strangers stared at me with as much wonder and awe as they had shown Isaneko, which I really did not enjoy. I was always the type of person who preferred to be left alone rather than be in the center of attention.

"He is my indestructible Holy Guardian, chosen by the Heavens themselves to aid me in my mission," Isaneko continued. "So don't let his looks fool you. He may look harmless now, but he will turn into a mighty and vicious oni to punish evil! So you better behave, or you'll find him at your doorstep with blade in hand."

"What am I? Some kind of Namahage?" I grumbled under my breath while wondering how she could keep a straight face while spewing the same sort of nonsense Mirai usually did. And more importantly, I wondered how those grownups (probably twenty, thirty years older than me) could take her words so seriously. They looked at me fearfully like children who ran into an actual Namahage.

A Namahage, by the way, is a scary, mythical being that goes around punishing bad little boys and girls.

With a demonstration of my power, Isaneko was finally able to convince the strangers to leave and go home, which they did reluctantly. Isaneko, Yuna and I stood and watched until they disappeared down the road.

Once she was sure they were gone and out of earshot, Isaneko breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Good riddance."

Yuna and I exchanged looks and then she pressed button on her phone to voice her question: "Who were those people?"

"And what's this about me being the Holy Guardian?" I added.

Isaneko replied, "Oh, them? They're just some members of my cult. My mom sent them to check up on me. She's the Grand Regent and Her Excellence, by the way. As for that Holy Guardian garbage, that's just something I made up on the spot to get them to go away."

"You don't seem to like them, even though they seem to really like you," I pointed out. 

"They like me a little too much," said Isaneko, "which can be very annoying and troublesome. Anymore questions, Oota?"

I shook my head.

"How about you, Yuna?"

Yuna shook her head.

"And how about you, little Miss Invisible Girl?"

<== Chapter 3