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  <title>*~Kyasha~*</title>
  <subtitle>Just so you know...</subtitle>
  <author>
    <name>Kyasha</name>
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  <updated>2007-07-26T18:59:09Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyasha161:2776</id>
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    <title>The Last Cicada (c) Samantha Mulhern</title>
    <published>2007-07-26T18:57:42Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-26T18:59:09Z</updated>
    <category term="writing"/>
    <category term="cicada"/>
    <category term="novel"/>
    <lj:music>YUI - Tokyo</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I gave up on all my old stories for now since I've come up with a more reasonable story to write.&lt;br /&gt;I'm hoping I'll be able to come up with an actual novel, about 250-400 pages, in the next 2-4 years.&lt;br /&gt;I will not give up on this one, this one is a keeper for me =D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's called &lt;i&gt;The Last Cicada &lt;/i&gt;and it's about a young girl, Alessandra, who goes by the name Alex.&lt;br /&gt;Below are some starter notes I sketched out =D&lt;br /&gt;Steal my ideas and I &lt;b&gt;WILL &lt;/b&gt;find you D=&amp;lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Last Cicada (c) 2007 Samantha Mulhern&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Village name: Jasne &lt;br /&gt;Farm about 6 kilometers outside the village.&lt;br /&gt;Mother: Colleen Cressman (maiden name) (married into a poorer family at the age of 15) (had children at the age of 17)&lt;br /&gt;Father: Russel Trout (abusive later in life) (married at the age of 21) (Children at age 23)&lt;br /&gt;Daughters: Eliza &amp;amp; Alessandra &amp;amp; Particia (youngest to oldest, 3 years apart - 10 years apart) (home schooled)&lt;br /&gt;Animals: Jasper (cat), 2 sheep, 5 cows, 1 bull, 2 goats, coup of chickens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neighbours: Mr. William Bastion &amp;amp; Mrs. Lianne Bastion, Liam Bastion (son, born in the same year as Alex)&lt;br /&gt;Live over in the next field past the corn crops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Russel(41) murdered Colleen(35), Eliza was 5 years old, Alex was 8 years old, and Particia was 18 years old, going to school abroad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Collen Christine Cressman&lt;/u&gt; Eyes: Green&amp;nbsp; Hair: Light Blonde&amp;nbsp; Skin: Pale&lt;br /&gt;Was born into a wealthy family of two older sisters and one younger brother: Caroline, Elizabeth, and Peter.&lt;br /&gt;She was disowned from her family when they found out that she was enjoying the company of Russel Trout, every evening in a local rundown pub. They labeled her a slut and tried to sell her for profit.&lt;br /&gt;She had wanted to be a singer since she was young and was always involved in vocals at school.&lt;br /&gt;She is also talented with the piano. She became more obsessed with piano lessons when her voice was destroyed by a case of Tuberculosis (TB), that she lived through, when she was 13. &lt;br /&gt;Collen never played the piano again once she married Russel.&lt;br /&gt;Is killed at the young age of 35, by her husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russel James Trout &lt;/u&gt;Eyes: Blue/Grey&amp;nbsp; Hair: Black--grows a beard later in life&amp;nbsp; Skin: Hard Tanned&lt;br /&gt;Was born into a poor family. His mother had four miscarriages before he was finally born and two before his younger brother, Arron Trout, by 3 years, was born. His mother's marriage to her brother was probably the cause of so many pregnancy issues. His mother died when she gave birth to a still-born child. Whether it was because of spiritual exhaustion or physical problems the doctors never said. When his mother died, his father left with a blonde French woman to Paris, France. Russel was 19 at the time.&lt;br /&gt;He took up drinking as a serious hobby around the age of 25, when Eliza was born, when he found out that Arron had drowned himself in a near by river.&lt;br /&gt;Murders his wife and youngest daughter at the age of 41 and burns down his own house while inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eliza Bella Trout&lt;/u&gt; Eyes: Blue&amp;nbsp; Hair: Light Blonde&amp;nbsp; Skin: Pale&lt;br /&gt;Was named after her mother's sister, Elizabeth.&lt;br /&gt;Is murdered by her father at the age of 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Alessandra Nicole Trout&lt;/u&gt; Eyes: Brown&amp;nbsp; Hair: Dirty Blonde&amp;nbsp; Skin: Lightly Tanned&lt;br /&gt;Usually goes by Alex instead of her full name.&lt;br /&gt;Her mother's last words to her were: &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "Don't worry about anything. You're a smart girl," Colleen whispered as Alex gave her mother an unbelieving look, "Let's see...You're like a late moulting Cicada." Colleen picked up the jar of bugs Alex and Eliza had caught earlier that evening and placed it infront of her daughter.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; "But when you finally shed that last layer of skin," Collen continued, "You'll sing the loudest of them all."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particia Amy Trout&lt;/u&gt; Eyes: Blue/Grey&amp;nbsp; Hair: Pitch Black&amp;nbsp; Skin: Lightly Tanned&lt;br /&gt;Left home when she was 15, to go to school abroad in France.&lt;br /&gt;She turned out to be the brains of the family, but was yelled at by her father for her knowledge of French.</content>
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    <title>Been a long time =p</title>
    <published>2007-06-23T20:31:31Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-23T20:31:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I really am such a lazy ass.&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a like a year since I last posted here xD&lt;br /&gt;And look! I finally got myself a layout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have anything to post on &amp;gt;.&amp;gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing much has happened really, nothing much that is worth typing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll just stop now xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kyasha</content>
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    <title>Zero Tsukaima - Hontou no Kimochi</title>
    <published>2006-09-03T20:52:24Z</published>
    <updated>2006-09-03T20:52:24Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Madoromi ni Rinne - Kawai Eri</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Hey!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've been trying to find romanji lyrics for the Zero no Tsukaima ED but, haven't been very lucky. So, I tried making them up myself so that I could finally karaoke with them. It's done with the help from what KuroNeko fansubs came up with and with my own ears and tiny knowledge of Japanese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you find anything that's wrong, which I'm sure there is much of, then please tell! D=&lt;br /&gt;So, here's my attempt at the full lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hontou no Kimochi - Zero no Tsukaima - by Rie &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Kugimiya&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iriai mahou ni&lt;br /&gt;Kakatta mitai ni&lt;br /&gt;Kono mune ni yakitsuita&lt;br /&gt;Mabushii egao&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dakedo au tabi ni&lt;br /&gt;Tsuntsun tsumeta fushi shichouno&lt;br /&gt;Naze dare yori kini naru no ni&lt;br /&gt;Ijiwaru wo shichou darou&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hontou no kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Setsunasa no kakera ga&lt;br /&gt;Kono kokoro wo ichiban oku&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wo yonde iruyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zero kara hajimaru hi wo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sesaya kana kiseki&lt;br /&gt;Memure ni tsuitara&lt;br /&gt;Futari wo yume no nakade&lt;br /&gt;Yoru souteiita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hokani mou dokusan&lt;br /&gt;Suteki na hito wa iru no ninne&lt;br /&gt;Nozeki totte tokubetsu na no&lt;br /&gt;Hikuno dare mou tawarenai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hontou no kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Yasashiisa wa agetai&lt;br /&gt;Shirai tsuki ni inoru nagara&lt;br /&gt;Jinno wo to na eru yo&lt;br /&gt;Sunao ni nareru you ni&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hontou no kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Setsunasa no kakera ga&lt;br /&gt;Kono kokoro wo ichiban oku&lt;br /&gt;Kimi wo yonde iruyo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hontou no kimochi&lt;br /&gt;Yasashiisa wa agetai&lt;br /&gt;Yowake no hoshii&lt;br /&gt;Fuikushite watashi ni ima tsuita&lt;br /&gt;Ashita na hajimaru yotto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:kyasha161:1957</id>
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    <title>Finally I have chapter 1</title>
    <published>2006-08-02T00:51:13Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-02T00:51:13Z</updated>
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    <category term="story"/>
    <content type="html">It took me last night and some of today to filter through and set the beginning properly but, I've finally finished the first chapter of my Horror novel/story. I threw away a lot of ideas I had but I'm happy with this one. It came out shorter that I thought it would. It can be found at my FictionPress.com account here: &lt;a href="http://www.fictionpress.com/~narakumaru"&gt;http://www.fictionpress.com/~narakumaru&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kyasha</content>
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    <title>Fiction, Fear and Teeth</title>
    <published>2006-08-01T06:31:11Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-01T06:31:11Z</updated>
    <category term="fear"/>
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    <lj:music>I Promise - LISA</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Let's just say I'm still a little freaked out as i type this up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so late/early it's like 2:16am. I should have gone to bed a long time ago but then it started storming outside between 12-1 it's still storming a bit outside but it's mostly just raining now. Well, when the storm started I was typing away on a new original horror/supernatural story. I'm usually not afraid of thunder and lighting, I usually love it and get excited to see it, but when I'm thinking about scary scenes and it's booming really loud and really close I can't help it. My mind keeps going back to what my sister said before, that she had seen the image of a girl by the living room phone one night. Man, I'm freaking myself out. At one point around 1:15 the power went out for a minute(Lucky me I saved my sotry before that happened) and I freaked because it got so quiet. Now I can't even go to bed because I have to pass the phone to get up stairs to my bedroom.&amp;nbsp; :gonk: At one point I was getting some writter's block but i don't think I'll have any problem now that I've been so freaked out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get my mind off this...Yes let's talk about my wisdom teeth. Earlier this week I noticed that my top left wisdom tooth was coming out. It seems to be coming out pretty straight, not impacted or anything. It hasn't even hurt that much. It's just been a bit itchy like I'm a teething baby. I've been eating a lot of things and chewing my tongue to stop it from itching. :XD Though, you know what? I was hoping my wisdom teeth wouldn't come until I was at least 19, I'm kinda chicken to the thought of getting them pulled since i don't like pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways...I'll go and try to type some more of my story between my fear-jittering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kyasha</content>
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    <title>kyasha161 @ 2006-07-26T01:41:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T05:44:27Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T05:44:27Z</updated>
    <category term="drabble"/>
    <lj:music>Crickets outside</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just made another drabble. Not as good or funny as the last ones I generated but I'm gonna post it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;An Unstable Occurrence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; L paced up and down, jiggling his eyes. His very good friend, Mary Sue Beer, had arranged to meet him here on the roof. "I have something natural to tell you," she had said.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Mary Sue Beer was late, which was very unlike her. Any moment now, L expected to see her bounce up, her slick hair streaming behind her and her modern eyes aglow.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; L heard footsteps, but they seemed rather sticky for a delicate and outgoing girl like Mary Sue Beer, whose tread was creative. He turned around and found Raito staring at him.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "What are you doing here?" Raito said progressively. "I  thought you said you didn't want to see me again."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; L had said that, but now he was beginning to wish he hadn't acted so cleverly. "Mary Sue Beer asked to meet me here." As he gazed at Raito, his finger began to throb sarcasticly.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Oh," Raito said, quietly. "I'll just go then."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Wait," L said and caught Raito by his hips. "I was wrong. I still love you. Can you ever forgive me?"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Yes," Raito said, smiling. They wrapped their arms around each other and kissed, like a man with a goose on his head.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; From behind a cloth, Mary Sue Beer watched with a strange light in her rough eyes. She took a list out of her pocket, and checked off "L/Raito". Then, she skipped off to help an embittered man find love again, just as soon as she'd saved the groundhog from extinction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I generated this from: &lt;a href="http://prillalar.com/drabbles/"&gt;http://prillalar.com/drabbles/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kyasha~</content>
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    <title>Kratos/Lloyd Crack drabble</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T04:05:17Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T04:05:17Z</updated>
    <category term="drabble"/>
    <category term="tales of symphonia"/>
    <lj:music>Tales of Symphonia</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Oh oh another drabble I just generated! XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;`````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Adventure Of The Dog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kratos and Lloyd were out for a sexy Valentine's walk in bed. As they went, Lloyd rested his hand on Kratos's anus. It was the most romantic walk ever. But even though the day was so slow, Kratos was filled with pretty dread.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "Do you suppose it's cute here?" he asked lustily.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "You sweet silly," Lloyd said, tickling Kratos with his sword. "It's completely purple."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Just then, a hot dog leapt out from behind a exsphere and thrusted Lloyd in the erection. "Aaargh!" Lloyd screamed. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Things looked quick. But Kratos, although he was gay, knew he had to save his love. He grabbed a wing and, like a chicken that flys and fails, beat the dog quickly until it ran off. "That will teach you to thrust innocent people."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Then he clasped Lloyd close. Lloyd was bleeding horrificly. "My darling," Kratos said, and pressed his lips to Lloyd's leg.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; "I love you," Lloyd said slowly, and expired in Kratos's arms.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; Kratos never loved again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;````````````````````````````````````````````````````&lt;br /&gt;Man...I will never get tired of these XD</content>
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    <title>kyasha161 @ 2006-07-25T21:24:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-26T01:26:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-26T01:26:04Z</updated>
    <category term="drawing"/>
    <lj:music>Believe - Nami Tamaki</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I was being bored and sketched a head shot of my Gaia Online character:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/kyasha161/pic/00001aht/"&gt;&lt;img width="212" height="240" border="0" src="http://pics.livejournal.com/kyasha161/pic/00001aht/s320x240" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Omg! This story is on crack! XD</title>
    <published>2006-07-25T22:53:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-25T22:56:05Z</updated>
    <category term="l/raito"/>
    <category term="writting"/>
    <category term="death note"/>
    <lj:music>Phil Colins - Two hearts</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Ahaha. I was just on this site for drabble generating. And omg it's so fun XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://prillalar.com/drabbles/"&gt;http://prillalar.com/drabbles/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of the ones I did for L/Raito.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;````````````````````````````&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The White Terror Of The Snow&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It snowed a foot overnight. When they woke up, Raito and L went out to play. First, they made snow angels. Then they had a snowball fight and Raito hit L in his tongue with a big irritating iceball. It hurt a lot, but Raito kissed it slowly and then it was all better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they decided to make a snow man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll make a really sexy snow man!" Raito said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why don't we make a snow woman instead?" L said. "That would be more long and politically correct."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know," Raito said. "We can make a snow fox. That way, we don't have to worry about gender politics."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So they rolled the snow up huskily and made a bright snow fox. Raito put on a cake for the errection. The fox was almost as big as L.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It looks sticky," Raito said tiredly. "But it seems like it's missing something."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here," L said and held up a battered panda cookie. "I found this on a desk." He put the panda cookie onto the fox's head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was perfect. For about a minute. Then the fox, even though it was just made of snow, started to move and growl like the sexiest thing ever screwed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L screamed lustingly and ran but the snow fox chased him until he tripped over a tree root. Then the snow fox thrusted him quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nobody does that to my little Muffled Death Note," Raito screamed. He grabbed an icicle and stabbed the snow fox through the shaft. It fell down and Raito kicked it apart until it was just a bunch of snow again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You saved me!" L said and they shared an embrace in the snow before going in for hot chocolate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The panda cookie lay in the yard until a large child picked it up and took it home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;``````````````````````&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aha, I gotta go make more of these XD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Kyasha</content>
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    <title>kyasha161 @ 2006-07-02T15:51:00</title>
    <published>2006-07-02T19:57:36Z</published>
    <updated>2006-07-02T19:57:36Z</updated>
    <lj:music>4real album - Crystal Kay</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Yay! My new livejournal account!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have an account on livejournal but somehow it disappeared. I'm guessing it happened because I wasn't active enough &amp;gt;_&amp;lt; Well, I'm looking forward to being more active this time around since one of my friends showed me the greatness of communities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad to be here again =D Yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.::Kya-chan::.</content>
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