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Entry #1 - A Moment With the Cats
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Entry #2 - Something More Beautiful
 55%  [ 16 ]
Entry #3 - Cherry Blossoms
 34%  [ 10 ]
Entry #4 - A Short Story
 3%  [ 1 ]
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:47 am    Post subject: Global Shinkai Day - Fan Fiction Contest  Reply with quote

The entries are each in their own post

Entry #1 - A Moment With the Cats

Entry #2 - Something More Beautiful

Entry #3 - Cherry Blossoms

Entry #4 - A Short Story

Thanks to everyone who sent in a work of Fan Fiction ... great stuff!

You're a woman, I'm a calf ... you're a window, I'm a knife ... we come together making chance into starlight ... - Jeff Buckley

ここにいるよ. - Voices of a Distant Star

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:49 am    Post subject: A Moment with the Cats Reply with quote

A Moment with the Cats

On the way home after borrowing book from the school library, fast paced Akari, followed behind by Takaki encountered an accident scene.
“Takaki-kun, come here please.”
“Coming, what’s the problem? Anything bad happened, Akari-chan?” “Is that a cat?”
“Yup, please help him, Takaki-kun.”
“Emm… Heh sho…”
“Ahaha… Poor little Chobi, are you all right?”
“Emm… The neighborhood only cat, Chobi.”
“Heh~ I see…”
“Chobi, you look all dirty stuck into the pipe. Just wait a moment. I’ll clean it up for you.”
“Erm… Akari-chan. It seem like there is another cat inside the pipe.”
“Ehh…?! Is the cat all right?”
“The cat is all right.” “Come out, please little kitty cat~”
“Here’s Chobi. Hold him for me.” “What’s wrong? Why are you inside there? Here, here, come out please~” “Ah, that’s right. Good girl.”
“Good girl?”
“Ahaha~ that’s right. Look, it’s a female cat, right?”
“Akari-chan, you sure know a lot.”
“Chobi, it looks like you got a friend now. From now on, you won’t be lonely.” “Takaki-kun, we need a name for this cat.”
“A name…” “What about Mimi-chan sounds?”
“Em… Mimi, isn’t that great?” “Here you go, Mimi.” “Chobi, you need to look after Mimi, ‘kay?”
“We need to go now, Chobi and Mimi.”
“Bye bye, see you tomorrow…”
“Bye bye.”
“Takaki-kun… Chobi is brave, isn’t it?”
“He is.”
“I hope I have someone beside me when I’m in trouble.”
The two cats watch them with grateful eyes as they disappeared into the cherry blossom scenery.
You're a woman, I'm a calf ... you're a window, I'm a knife ... we come together making chance into starlight ... - Jeff Buckley

ここにいるよ. - Voices of a Distant Star

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 4:58 am    Post subject: Something More Beautiful Reply with quote

Something More Beautiful

We sat and talked of things.  We sat seemingly back to back apart from the tree between our bodies.  I wanted to see the face of the body on the other side of this huge tree.  More than any other desire I wanted to see the face.  But something kept me from moving from the cool, wet grass.  My whole heart and soul knew this person on the other side of the tree, but my mind would not create a face to fit it.  A girl…this person was a girl.  And lonely, God was she lonely.  The feeling of loneliness seemed to transfer through the tree we were leaning against, down through its roots into the soil, and up through the blades of grass I was sitting on to the very tip.  It was as if the grass was weeping and crying for this girl sitting on the opposite side of the tree as me.  My heart yearned to fix this loneliness, for no one should have to feel this cold loneliness that makes the grass cry and the wind howl.  Yet, the only thing I could do was talk, talk to her as if this loneliness didn’t exist.  

This place we sat in, its melancholy mood that transferred through every blade of grass that stretched out across the vast field we sat against the tree in the middle of, the grass that carried on forever until meeting the looming tree line that surrounded us.  The giant clouds that began at the tree line, sparkling and illuminating in the darkness of the night’s sky, lightning shooting out every which way, but producing no audible sound.  It was as if beyond that tree line was a distant chaos, unreachable by any human hands, but only obtainable by emotion and heart.  A beautiful chaos, a mesmerizing chaos, but a feeling of bitter sorrow and stress seemed to once again keep me sat and away from the looming tree line and clouds.  This place was not of my creation, but a familiarity lingered in the air, almost the same as with the girl.

In this place where the grass cries and clouds storm with sorrow, I couldn’t help but feel at peace when talking to this girl on the other side of the tree.  But although I felt at ease, the girl’s lonely feeling still lurked in every nook and cranny we sat in.  Minute by minute the wind seemed to get colder with every moment of awkward silence between us.  God this loneliness was unbearable, even by me.  I looked down at the ground in front of me, for tears had begun to show at the crescents of my eyes.  Why won’t I move to help her?  Why won’t I get up?  I kept repeatedly running it through my mind hoping to catalyze my body to move.  A single tear escaped my duct, slid down off my face and into the wet grass below me.  Now I was crying, like the grass my tears had joined theirs because they too felt helpless to help this girl.  But I have to do something, something more than talking.  This breeze is going to stop getting cooler and the grass is going to stop weeping.  I buried my head between my legs and closed my eyes.  A few more tears again joined the twinkling wet grass in the moonlight.  I took a deep breath and raised my head to look at the sky.  The stars and moon rested in the sky together beautifully.  The moon was directly above the tree we sat under, shining rays of moonlight through the treetops onto my face.  The stars flocked around the moon like its kin.  

This place we were in, a field enclosed with trees and stormy clouds, it seemed like we were in the middle of everything in the world at once, but at the same time in the middle of a mournful oblivion.  We were in the eye of an immobile unmoving storm, this girl’s soul.  With this realization, the thought of sitting was a thought that I could no longer tolerate.  The feeling and control of my body laid over me like a warm blanket.  I pushed myself off the ground, off the tree and staggered to my feet where my face was met by an even chillier breeze.  The field seemed to stretch out farther upon standing, like there was no chance of even reaching the trees in the distance.   I turned around towards the tree and headed around it.  A short white dress, she was wearing a short white dress that’s bottom waved calmly in the wind.  I kept my head down until I was directly in front of her.  Something inside of me was afraid to finally see the face of this girl I wanted to help so much.  I stood there, solitude.  There was a short rustling of grass and tree leaves that covered the silence between I and the girl in front of me.  With sweaty palms and clenched fists I looked up.

Her head was buried in her bent up knees, her long brown hair and dress both waving in the wind.  Her soft white skin glowed in the moonlight like the dull glare of a pearl.  It looked almost flawless.  I stood above her and stared down at her in solitude silence.  After a while, she raised her head and her gaze met mine.  I stared into eyes of the paragon of beauty.  Her eyes stared into the eyes of what seemed like the only face shed ever seen in her life.  My eyes stared down into the eyes of what was the only face I’ve ever wanted to see in my life.  I knew this girl so well, no name would present itself to match her, but God did I know her so well.  A girl that I once knew, a girl that was once alive to me, a girl that I would go out with and enjoy life with.  A girl whose beauty and purity was so true, the grass cried and the wind howled for her.  A girl whose hand I held like treasure, and a girl I never properly got to say goodbye to.    Her eyes stared wide with hope into mine and I reached my hand out to her.  Almost without hesitation she stood up on her own until we were staring eye to eye.  Her face was covered with a veil of hope and denial as if she thought the person she was staring at was some incredible illusion.  Her cheeks were stained red with tears, I wanted to be the one to wipe and catch those tears.  Take away the tangible sadness that polluted her beautiful face.  A small smile appeared on her face as she stared deeper into my eyes.  The silence around us seemed to actually acquire sound in this moment.  I couldn’t help but smile when seeing happiness sweep this girls face.  It was like everything in my life was okay at the moment because she was no longer showcasing a frown on her tear swept face.  “Hey,” I said softly to her as my eyes once again began to tear up with hers.  But all of our tears of sadness had disappeared with the cool breeze.  No longer were lonely tears going to join the chorus of tears in the crying grass.

It hadn’t even been a second after I had opened my mouth when her face twisted up in unbelievable emotion and jumped onto my body holding it desperately tight.  It was like the simple sound of my voice was the faltering evidence to her that I was real.  I quickly embraced the body that was now upon me.  Such a cold body that I held tightly in hopes of warming with mine.  I held on like the person in my arms was the only thing that has ever mattered to me, like it was the last time I was ever going to hold onto this body.

She held onto me tightly, her head buried into my shoulder crying, fragmenting sentences of how happy she was to hold onto me again.  I too held her tight and closed my tear filled eyes.  Her once cold body was now a familiar warmth against mine.  A warmth that cannot be described by words alone.  A warmth that can only be fully understood when holding the one most important thing to you on this earth in your arms.  To feel so warm, when the world felt so cold around us, a sensation I would only ever feel this one time in my life.

Our hold on each other didn’t loosen for what seemed like an eternity, an eternity that I could relive again and again.  But this eternity soon slipped away as her arms unwrapped from around my neck.  My grip reluctantly loosened from her body as well as her hands traveled down my arms and took held of mine.  She raised her head out of my shoulder and backed away from me with an obliged happiness on her face, a smile that could make flowers bloom in winter.  “This way,” she said warmly as she turned and led us out from under the shade of the tree into the moonlit field.  My eyes squinted when the moonlight hit them because I had been under the shade of the tree for so long.  I noticed the grass was no longer sparkling in the moonlight; its tears were now dried along with ours on our smiling faces.  She led me in front of the huge tree and turned around to face me. Another moment of silence rested between our staring gazes.  I felt the grip on my hand tighten and her hands pull me closer to her.  She let my hands go and pulled my body onto hers, my head buried into the top of her chest.  I blushed and closed my eyes, being so close to the heat of her breast.  “I-“ she quickly reached up and hushed my mouth, “shh,” she whispered silently in my ear, “just keep your eyes closed.”

My eyes remained closed; my face flushed red resting up beauty’s chest.  Her hand rose up from hushing my mouth and rested on my cheek.  Her had was unimaginably soft, like a warm silk blanket lain on my face.  She went back and whispered in my ear again, “Please, look up.”  I backed my head away from her chest and opened my eyes.

I stared down at her white dress, the ground below her a brighter green than before my eyes had closed.  I slowly looked up to beauty’s face in front of me, her toned skin contoured in the sunlight.  But…the sunlight?  I threw my head up towards the sky and squinted tightly.  The sky was now a light soft blue with the sun shining down brightly onto the field we stood.  I looked back at the girl, a warm pleased smile on her face.  She tilted her head to the side and looked past me, then straight on back to me, “look,” she said nodding behind me.  I swung my body around to what should have been a huge leafless tree, dead to its roots.  But instead my eyes were met with a marvelously bloomed cherry blossom tree, its pink petals raining down upon the vast portions of the field in the warm breeze.  It was a down poor of the most beautiful pink I had ever witnessed in my life.  A sight the mind takes time to comprehend before even full grasping.  I gasped and stood opened mouth at the sight of this tree, what minute ago had been a baron sad landscape was now a vivid utopia or nature’s fortune.  The blue sky, with clouds lightly smeared across like a spilt canvas no longer held home to mournful clouds in the horizon.  It seemed as though now the place we were in was now floating somewhere in the unseen abyss of the sky, untouchable by any plane or bird.

I felt a presence beside of me and noticed that the girl had joined my side.  The sides of our hands bumped and soon held onto each other.  Together, I and this girl whose hand I never wanted to let leave mine, stood parallel watching what seemed like the sky raining pink pedals upon the soft grassy ground.  There was something more beautiful than words could describe about what was happening.  Something more beautiful about everything around me, more so than the tree we were watching, or the grassy field we stood in, or the soft blue sky.  That something was the fact that I was sharing this moment, hand in hand, with the girl that my heart would take no exceptions for.  A girl whose sparkling blue eyes put the night’s sky to shame, a girl whose voice radiates a comfortable warmth in my soul.  I was here, she was here, and there was nothing more beautiful in my life.  This was the something, something more beautiful.

We talked of things.  We walked through the field and talked of things.  The places we’d go, the things we’d see along the way, all of it done together.  It was like the thought of being together made even the most mundane day seem worth participating.  Flowers in full bloom made an appearance amongst the vast field we walked in.  God this place was beautiful.  This girl’s soul, once such a lonely place, with grass that cried and trees that refused to bloom, now such a lush valley.  A valley that stretched on forever from the beautiful tree in the middle, the tree now in full bloom like our hearts.  We lay together in the grass and stared up at the beautiful sky, the clouds floating by in amorphous shapes.  I turned my head to look at her beside me as she remained looking at the sky.  In this place, I wanted to do everything I was ever going to do in life with her.  Live my whole life in this field with her.

But my thoughts were soon interrupted with a short shake of the ground that made my body tense up, “What, was that?” I asked in confusion.  Her facial expression turned to one of a worried one, then again to its calm tenure, “It’s time to get up,” she said calmly.  I stood up and gave her my hand to help her up.  Once to our feet the ground shook once again and sent us off our balance, “What’s going on?” I asked again.  Her face still remained calm as I helped her to her balance, “The time has come, it’s time for you to go.”  A cold feeling stirred in my chest, “G-go?” I asked, “What about you? I can’t leave without you.”  She smiled warmly, “This place is going to go away soon, you need to leave before that happens, don’t worry about me.”  I held her hand tighter, “Worry about you?  How can I not worry about you?  You just said this place was going to disappear!”  The outsides of our surroundings had begun to turn white, all the trees, the sky and the edge of the grass was slowly fading away from the outside in.  I looked around frantically, “I can’t leave you here!”

She did not respond to anything I said as I tried to plead myself to her.  The white on the edge of the grass line was slowly moving towards us at the foot of the tree.  She let go of my hands and placed hers lightly on my cheeks, she leaned forward and put her lips on mine.  Time seemed to stand still; the fading surroundings around us didn’t matter anymore, as her soft lips lay against mine.  I held her arms tightly, closed my eyes and returned her kiss.  In this moment, every worry or problem melted away in my body, any regret that I could or would ever have perished in fate’s hourglass.  All the questions I’d ever had in life didn’t need an answer anymore.  She slowly pealed her lips off of mine and put her mouth next to my ear and in her quietest voice whispered, “Thank you.”  Tears built up drastically in my closed eyes as my hands slid down her arms into her hands.  I opened my eyes and looked into her starry eyes for what I sadly knew was going to be the last time, her warm smile slowly dissipating with the world around me.  Her mouth moved as if to say something, but no audible sound was made, but I already knew what her lips had said, and I also returned it to her.  The white had now engulfed everything that was below my feet and was now at the edge of the tree.  The warm breeze in the valley, the raining pink pedals, it was all slowly melting away.  I finally blacked out with the final image of beauty’s warm smile staring at me as she was left alone in the large spectrum of white oblivion.

My head sprang up from my folded arms.  In my hands still remained the warm sensation of another hand.  I looked puzzled around the room.  I appeared to be in a dim hospital room, surrounded by small machines and flashing lights.  There was dead silence throughout the room; outside, smudged lights could be seen through the foggy windows as snow fell.  At that moment the realization struck me and I slowly turned and looked to the head of the bed.  Her head was daunted to the side with a small smile on her face. What had been her final tears were slowly making their way down her cheeks.  The EKG showed a solemn straight line above her head and the heat was slowly leaving the hand in mine.
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 5:05 am    Post subject: Short Story Inspired by Shinkai Reply with quote

Cherry Blossom

Whenever I look upon the sky and watch the clouds float by, I’m met with a feeling of sereneness. High above the world, they hang from the heavens, casting shadows upon the Earth. All the troubles that build up within me each day come crashing down. It’s what brings joy to my heart, well, that was before I met her.
“Hey there.”
Under that tree on top of the hill, she stood over me.
“You cloud gazing?” she said.
This girl, whom I’ve met in the middle of elementary school, is the one thing I’ve come to realize who brings me true joy. Quietly, she joined me in my cloud gazing.
“It’s almost spring, isn’t it?”
I sat up.
“Pretty soon.”
“I can’t wait till the cherry blossoms bloom. It’s the best part of spring in my opinion” she said energetically.
“You might be right.”
“Hopefully we can enjoy them before I leave.”
This girl, who had brought new life into my world, was going to move soon. The first time I heard of the news, it made me depressed. How, I thought, could I continue on without her? This girl who I hold dear to my heart is about to leave me. The clouds, which at one point calmed me down, no longer do so. Only she can brighten my day, I thought.
“Don’t worry,” I told her, “I’m making it a priority to enjoy them with you.”
“Thanks. That makes me happy.”
She grabs her legs, pulling them to her chest. All I could do at the time was stare at her, as I didn’t know what to do back then. Her voice quietly broke the silence.
“Do you think we will be able to keep in touch after I’m gone?”
“I’m sure of it. I’ll call you everyday and write as often as possible.”
“And I’ll try to come back and visit as much as possible.”
“I’ll always try to visit you too.”
“Or maybe meet up halfway?”
Quietly, we lied back down and watched the sky until the sun began to set. I walked with her as we made our ways home, until we reached our split point.
“I’ll see you tomorrow” I tell her.
“Good night.”
I continued home with her as my only thought. Once in my room, I tried to study for school, however, my mind constantly drifted back to her. I eventually gave up and went to bed. All I could do now, I realized, was to keep going, trying as hard as I can to treasure this short time we had left, and not end it in disappointment.


Spring came, and the second to last day of school arrived. She and I walked home together as slow as possible. The tree tops above were filled with cherry blossoms.
“We didn’t really get a chance to flower gaze, huh?” She calmly spoke in an almost whisper voice.
I didn’t respond, as I couldn’t think of anything to say that would help this disappointment. As we continued, we came upon a small park in the middle of the city. It was fairly deserted, with nothing but a few blossomed trees and a vending machine. An  idea quickly flew into my head.
“Follow me” I told her, as I grabbed her hand and went inside the park.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking you flower gazing.”
She blushed as I led her into the park. I scouted the park and laid my jacket under the biggest tree. She kindly refused to sit on my jacket at first, but eventually took my offer after I’d insisted repeatedly. Once seated, I walked over to the vending machine and bought two cans of tea, then handed her a can and sat down.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?”
“It is.”
We sat there for what seemed like an eternity. Other school children came and went by the park as we sat there, watching the cherry blossoms. A few clouds floated by, providing a couple seconds of shade each time one passed over us. She leaned onto my shoulder, continuing to stare into the cherry blossoms.
“I’m thankful to have met you.”
The sun began to set, so we got up and headed home. As we slowly approached our splitting point, she grabbed a hold of my arm and pulled me to her. She then wrapped her arms around me. I was shocked for a quick second, but then placed my arms around her. Tears began to fill her eyes, as that was going to be the last time I saw her before the graduation ceremony, which then she would have to leave.
“I wish we could stay like this.” She told me.
“I’ll try to visit you as soon as possible.”
She let go of me, as I did to her. She waved goodbye until our eyes no longer met. The next day, we graduated from elementary school. After that, she was gone. We continued to exchange letters throughout most of the year almost every day, but slowly and surely, the number of letters declined until the mail box was always empty. Several times I thought about writing to her, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. It must have been because I thought she already moved on, and I was no longer a part of her life. That thought hurt the most. Though, with time, I was finally able to move on and start fresh.
You're a woman, I'm a calf ... you're a window, I'm a knife ... we come together making chance into starlight ... - Jeff Buckley

ここにいるよ. - Voices of a Distant Star

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PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 5:07 am    Post subject: A Short Story Reply with quote

A Short Story

The universe was vast and I was there all alone standing in the huge field on the earth. After a second the scene changed. There were people all around me all together. At that time I realized that I was only one that was alone. But as the people started to leave me, I started to walk on the long path alone. I saw a small shine of light as I tried to touch it. I saw the person smiling at me. I felt the warmth of her smile. I knew that she was the one I am looking for but… as I tried to grasp her hand, she was already far away. But I finally realized that there was her in this vast universe waiting for me.
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PostPosted: Fri Feb 27, 2009 6:46 am    Post subject: Reply with quote

I'm just gonna come in here real quick and mention that you had cut off the last line of text from my story.  ::Walks quietly back from the scene::
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PostPosted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 8:16 pm    Post subject: Woah! Reply with quote

Something more beautiful was REALLY good.

just saying.

boy toucher.
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