The Boy Who Remembered Nothing by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing
Chapter 2: A Meeting
He decided to turn back. Nothing made sense to him as he walked down the dark hallway, he wouldn’t get anywhere without knowing anything. As he walked back down this hallway, he noticed how the light that had been coming from the crack in the wall had gone off. He stopped in front of where the light was supposed to be and ran his finger down the crack. It was new, or at least felt new to him. It had to be new because there were no other cracks in the wall, no other smaller ones. Old cracks would of created little ones that would lead across the wall but this one had none. He stood in front of it for a moment.
The
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing: Chapter 2:The Room by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing: Chapter 2:The Room
He decided to turn back. Nothing made sense to him as he walked down the dark hallway, he wouldn't get anywhere without knowing anything. As he walked back down this hallway, he noticed how the light that had been coming from the crack in the wall had gone off. He stopped in front of where the light was supposed to be and ran his finger down the crack. It was new, or at least felt new to him. It had to be new because there were no other cracks in the wall, no other smaller ones. Old cracks would of created little ones that would lead across the wall but this one had none. He stood in front of it for a moment.
The list flashed again in his mi
Creative things come at night by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
Creative things come at night
"You need a hobby"
To tell everyone the truth, a hobby is not something everyone should have. You have your jocks, the sports players who are attached to a leather ball, you have your chess players, who lets face it, are smart enough to play chess and I never will, you have your band geeks band nerds, who get more heat than anyone because they love playing instruments and don’t think of themselves as band nerds.
I could go on and on, probably hit the category that you are in, but you aren’t here for you are you? You’re here for my story, for the reason I am currently up at 5:30 in the writing this.
Well let me tell you, w
Hope: Chapter 2: August by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
Hope: Chapter 2: August
I never wanted to see her hurt like this.
Hope was the only good thing that had come into her life.
When she was born, the family was already falling apart.
I remember when Sarah told me what had happened when her father found out.
That was the first day she wore long sleeves with me.
I hadnt wanted to leave her, didn’t want to watch her walk back into that house.
But she wasn’t going to not go home.
And I couldn’t avoid my own house either.
Months passed.
Sarah’s family seemed to be getting along.
I don’t want to talk about my own.
She and I were the only ones in our own little world.
There was nothi
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing
Chapter 1: The Dark Room
There was something missing. Something that was supposed to be there but he didn't remember what. It was important that was all he knew. He wished he knew more. A list flashed in his mind. Was it one that didn't matter? One that was an everyday one that he made to make sure he did everything? Possibly but this was the only one that had come to mind. This list must have meant something if it was the only one he remembered.
He decided that he would worry about it later. For now he needed to know where he was. The room was poorly lit, a dark spot in the corner, possibly a chair or so
It isn't uncommon to have hope. by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
It isn't uncommon to have hope.
Hope.
It’s not uncommon.
Just something that all humans naturally have.
But when you lose it, you have become a soulless thing.
At least that’s what I’ve been told from my mother, who did not have any inside.
Not since we were thrown out, since my younger sister died, since she started her new “job”
I know how we get money, I’ve know since the first day that it began. She tries to hide what she does behind the closed door.
But I can see it every time my mother gives me that small sad smile.
“Sarah, darling, why don’t you go out so me and this man can talk?”
She always asks this wh
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing
Chapter 2: A Meeting
He decided to turn back. Nothing made sense to him as he walked down the dark hallway, he wouldn’t get anywhere without knowing anything. As he walked back down this hallway, he noticed how the light that had been coming from the crack in the wall had gone off. He stopped in front of where the light was supposed to be and ran his finger down the crack. It was new, or at least felt new to him. It had to be new because there were no other cracks in the wall, no other smaller ones. Old cracks would of created little ones that would lead across the wall but this one had none. He stood in front of it for a moment.
The
Creative things come at night by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
Creative things come at night
"You need a hobby"
To tell everyone the truth, a hobby is not something everyone should have. You have your jocks, the sports players who are attached to a leather ball, you have your chess players, who lets face it, are smart enough to play chess and I never will, you have your band geeks band nerds, who get more heat than anyone because they love playing instruments and don’t think of themselves as band nerds.
I could go on and on, probably hit the category that you are in, but you aren’t here for you are you? You’re here for my story, for the reason I am currently up at 5:30 in the writing this.
Well let me tell you, w
Hope: Chapter 2: August by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
Hope: Chapter 2: August
I never wanted to see her hurt like this.
Hope was the only good thing that had come into her life.
When she was born, the family was already falling apart.
I remember when Sarah told me what had happened when her father found out.
That was the first day she wore long sleeves with me.
I hadnt wanted to leave her, didn’t want to watch her walk back into that house.
But she wasn’t going to not go home.
And I couldn’t avoid my own house either.
Months passed.
Sarah’s family seemed to be getting along.
I don’t want to talk about my own.
She and I were the only ones in our own little world.
There was nothi
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing
The Boy Who Remembered Nothing
Chapter 1: The Dark Room
There was something missing. Something that was supposed to be there but he didn't remember what. It was important that was all he knew. He wished he knew more. A list flashed in his mind. Was it one that didn't matter? One that was an everyday one that he made to make sure he did everything? Possibly but this was the only one that had come to mind. This list must have meant something if it was the only one he remembered.
He decided that he would worry about it later. For now he needed to know where he was. The room was poorly lit, a dark spot in the corner, possibly a chair or so
It isn't uncommon to have hope. by Pandahero-san, literature
Literature
It isn't uncommon to have hope.
Hope.
It’s not uncommon.
Just something that all humans naturally have.
But when you lose it, you have become a soulless thing.
At least that’s what I’ve been told from my mother, who did not have any inside.
Not since we were thrown out, since my younger sister died, since she started her new “job”
I know how we get money, I’ve know since the first day that it began. She tries to hide what she does behind the closed door.
But I can see it every time my mother gives me that small sad smile.
“Sarah, darling, why don’t you go out so me and this man can talk?”
She always asks this wh
I'm a writer, not a drawer. I stay up late, I eat to much. I watch way too much tv. I have strong feelings......for my stories. Relationships aren't in the job description. I have many ideas, just not enough time to get them all written down.
Favourite Visual Artist
I dont really have one
Favourite Movies
Harry Potter, Howl's Moving Castle, many others
Favourite TV Shows
All those cartoons.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
I dont have favorite bands
Favourite Books
Harry Potter.Maximum Ride, The Hunger Games, The Secrets Of the Immortal Nicholas Flamel, and many others
*cough cough* so this is my first time writing an entry. ah um. I have two of my MAJOR projects on here, and I barely use this. The one that I have written the most for is Hope, having three chapters, and I plan to add the other chapters on here later tonight. The other one is The Boy Who Remembered Nothing, which is slowly becoming a story which I plan to be more obsessed over during summer break.
I plan on drawing more.
but writing is a passion
which i can not ignore.
what else. Oh! I have acquired a llama badge, not sure exactly what for, but I have one nonetheless.
so i say goodbye to you, and be ready for more from me!