Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-4775390-20151114101028

''Well, I'm a young user (Being 14 years old). I'm trying to publish my writing to the public, as I'm very insecute about it. This is my first pasta...I'm so nervous. ;-;''

Spring morning in Yokohama. Petals of cherry blossom trees were falling to the ground. The breeze, that didn’t appear much in this day, was quite pleasant to feel, being slow and soft. The hot rays of the sun were hitting the face of Toma Kurosawa, in Mitsuike Park, who was trying to find an inspiration to write another book. However, he didn’t find one yet, as he actually took time to get truly inspired. No, the 30-year-old didn’t get inspiration in a few seconds. If you do, try to be a writer and see for your own.

This young man was known for the masterpieces he wrote, such as A Spirit of The Wind and Dreams of a Drunkard. His books were mostly dramatic comedies, being similar to Miguel de Cervantes’s Don Quixote. The writer was also very rich and noble, being incredibly well-succeeded. His family looked up at him for all of these reasons, but there was one more reason that wasn’t mentioned yet…his wife.

His wife, Rin Furutani. She was not a wife…she was THE PERFECT WIFE. This woman was submissive to him, knew how to clean and cook and was a complete entertainer, being a Geisha. She did everything she was told to, meeting every single standard of the “good wife” of the century. (Or did you forget women didn’t have much rights at that time?)

Toma suddenly goes back to reality from his imagination land as a cherry blossom petal falls on his face. It was like a message from the nature (Hey, you know I’m still here, right?). His left hand, in which got the little pink thing from his countenance, gave him a new idea…make haiku and stories involving cherry blossoms! The young man suddenly smiled sweetly. Finally inspired after almost two hours, he sat on the stone path to imagine a haiku to make.

Pink cherry blossoms,

My eyes are gazing upon,

Until they become fruits.

However, the mind of Toma wasn’t satisfied with the little poem that popped inside of it. It still had a story to make. A whole, 200 page long, crazy story involving cherry blossoms.

“Hello, love. You’re looking pretty, like always.”

At home, Rin Furutani was greeted with compliments from his husband. She just thanked him, nothing else, as she was a woman of a few words. The young Geisha shows the other young man what seemed to be food sent from the gods, because of how perfect it was. She was truly a talented woman.

The nobleman ate and truly enjoyed the food before going to write on his yard. He truly had the feel to need to write…write, write, write, write, write. But his concentration stopped when he found his friend, Ren, staring at him. Not with an unamused look, but with a slightly nervous one.

“Huh? What do you want, Ren?” Toma asked a bit angry, since his imagination to write has been interrupted. He hated when anyone bothered him when he was trying to write, so people didn’t try to talk to the 30-year-old at those times.

“I need your help…there’s something wrong with my daughter Mao. She has been acting strangely lately…she constantly isolates herself and doesn’t talk to anyone, not even me or my wife.” Ren said all of that with pure seriousness and fear, making the other man feel a little bit of sympathy.

“Oh. I’m sorry being so rude. Your daughter probably got depressed…try calling a doctor for it or give her more entertainment. Try to make her have more fun.” He says with a little bit of forgiveness in his voice.

The younger friend of the writer walked away, not saying anything, being completely worried about Mao. Mao was 19-years-old, and she was usually cheerful and happy with her life. Her depression…it simply came out of nowhere. No, that was definitely not normal. There definitely was something behind that case…and there definitely was something wrong with that girl. Ren had to find out why.

“Mao…tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know what’s happening to me, I feel a lot weaker than before…I have been feeling nausea, so anemic…and I didn’t feel any happiness these days. Also…I have this strange feeling that someone’s inside of me. I don’t know why, but my body feels so heavy...it’s like a spirit is trying to take over it.”

“…Are you sure? I might call the doctor.”

“I’m not sure. I suddenly fell into depression and anemia, for no reason. I don’t know what it is…I simply don’t know…”

“You don’t know what it is…? Tell me what happened recently.”

“Nothing really sad. I said I don’t know where it came from. Nothing traumatized happened to me these last days.”

“Are you sure about that? Uh…do you want to go out with me, to cheer you up?”

“Sure.”

The next two days were normal for the couple that was Toma and Rin. However, this was already in the newspapers:

YOUNG WOMAN ATTACKS FATHER AT YOKOHAMA

A 19-year-old woman, Mao Nakamura, was caught attacking her father, Ren Nakamura. The incident took place at midday, at Mitsuike Park.

Both were sitting in a bench, when the young girl suddenly tackled the older man, attacking him with a hammer. She was put in an insane asylum minutes later, while the other ended up at the hospital. However, he died before getting there.

“…There was definitely something wrong with Mao…it was not just depression.” Toma was disappointed with himself, inside his and Rin’s bedroom. Why wouldn’t he help his friend? He truly needed help with his daughter, who seemed to be in the brink of insanity.

“Oh. I feel sorry for her.” The wife said, with sympathy in her voice. “Poor her, her father died…maybe she’s possessed by an evil demon? I don’t know…”

“I also don’t know. Maybe something drove Mao to madness. But she was completely sane before…why would a mental issue only manifest itself inside her mind now?” He was completely confused with the incident now.

“I seriously don’t know what happened…” The young lady walks away, leaving her groom alone.

“Me neither…I’m afraid it really might be an evil spirit. Maybe we can do some prayers that can make these go away.”

The husband, as he prayed along with his bride, he hoped that the evil spirits never got him.

Once the 30-year-old continued his story involving cherry blossoms and the journey in his little imagination land, he felt his toes suddenly touch a papery surface. A hungry, rabid oni devouring the soul of a man is what it was showing. It gave him chills down his spine, as it suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Scared, thinking that it was a warning from evil spirits, Toma ripped the drawing and threw it away, trying to prevent any oni from coming into his house.

The next day wasn’t so different.

The young rich man was once again at his yard, to calm down a bit from last night. However, he saw another friend coming up to him, this time being Taisei. He told his wealthy friend the same thing that happened with Ren: His child was acting strangely. Already in distrust, Toma went to his ally’s house to see what was going on.

Taisei’s child, Kaito, was laying on his house’s floor, urinating all over it.

“I can’t…move…” The 13-year-old boy had a quiet, hoarse voice. He was panting, breathing quickly and noisily, just like someone with a severe asthma attack.

“You and your wife, take him to the hospital. I’ll go with you two since I want to observe something.”

At the hospital, it was thought Kaito was anemic, and all he needed was specific treatment for him. But Taisei’s wealthy friend thought a prayer for the young man was needed.

As he closed his eyes and had words about protecting the little boy from the evil spirits, the little boy started to spasm…

Screams and screams could be heard throughout the hospital. Same thing with noises of stuff being knocked over and broken. People were yelling “Kaito”, “Stop it”, “Help him” and “Help me!”.

“Get away, I have this soul now.” Words such as this came out of the boy’s mouth, in a voice that sounded exactly like Rin Furutani’s.

(“Was it me, or…is that Rin’s voice?”)

Toma was walking home, during the warm afternoon. Petals of cherry blossoms were still falling to the ground, and the breeze was still very calm, moderating the temperature in the town. But none of that could calm the writer down, even when the nature around him was relaxing. The sound of his footsteps made him imagine that an oni was walking around the streets of Japan. Was Rin the one who was behind all of this?

(“No, my wife is definitely not the one behind all of this…she’s nice and kind, and evil spirits were trying to confuse me…”)

Once the man got inside his house, his wife did a very lovely performance for him to cheer him up, in which enforced the thoughts that she wasn’t behind all of the crimes.

Rin just smiled and stared at his husband after the performance.

“You really need to find out about the situation you’re in.”

And with that, the geisha did something that did give him the thoughts that she might be a suspect. Urinating all over the floor. However, she didn’t look at her fluid, simply walking away happily like nothing happened.

At night, as the couple slept, Toma had a very odd nightmare.

The writer was inside a dark room, that had no windows or doors. There was only one working lamp, but it was rather weak. The walls were made of iron, spider webs were everywhere, and some giant moths were flying around the man, along with many smaller ones. Ants seemed to try to reclaim the little room.

As he looked around the room, he saw a small beckoning hand. The 30-year-old followed it, until he stopped at one of the room’s walls. The hand suddenly vanished.

“I’d like to eat your soul.”

Suddenly, the bugs all ran to the wall that was opposing him, seeming to be terrified of something.

“This will be your last dream.”

Already getting scared, the husband yelled at the voice.

“Who are you? What do you want from me?!”

“I just want your soul.”

“Why do you want to do this, you filthy oni?”

“I’m just doing my job…because I’m hungry.”

The only working lamp in the room stopped giving light to it.

WRITER TOMA KUROSAWA FOUND DEAD INSIDE HIS BEDROOM

Toma Kurosawa, a writer whose fame was just exploding and starting, was suddenly found dead inside his bedroom in this afternoon. His wife, Rin Furutani, also disappeared, and no one could see where she did go. The writer was 30-years-old.

The incident possibly happened at dawn of this day.

“I loved the taste of his soul.”  