Diary of Willow, an eleven journal by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Diary of Willow, an eleven journal
Day 2
It is early morning now. I have rekindled the fire for me to write with. The sun is barely rising right now, just very faint light coming down through the canopy of the woods, causing everything to glow a cool morning blue. The fire is faint but it casts enough light for which I can write.
A little bit about myself, my name is Willow. I am 20 years old. I am a forest elf and know the ways of the forest. I have long, brown hair, and forest green eyes. My skin is fair and light and I am a superb huntress. My father taught me how to use a bow and arrow and how to make one. My mother taught me all the required skills a lady must learn such
Diary of Willow, a forest elf by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Diary of Willow, a forest elf
Day 1
I am certainly a very long way from home now. I had to leave. It was too unbearable to stay there any longer. I packed as much as I could carry and took my father’s bow and arrows. He was a skilled craftsman and knew how to make bows and arrows as well as swords.
My sister bought this for me the last time we visited family. It is my first journal and I have forgotten about it until today. I must've packed it with my other precious belongings as I was in a hurry to leave. After packing some food, a knife and some flint in a small pack and loaded my belongings in a horse pack, I mounted Lobor, my trusty brown steed, and rode away f
Something I wrote a few years ago by jaguargirl13, literature
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Something I wrote a few years ago
(This is very much incomplete lmao) Who knew that words could hurt someone so much? Every day I stare into her lifeless eyes and wish I could do something to help, but I know I can’t. She’s long gone, a shell of her former self. I remember when she first came to our school. She was so vibrant and lively, a ray of sunshine with blonde hair to match and innocent sky blue eyes. I don’t know why, but I found it annoying but at the same time, captivating. She also had a golden voice. Her singing was soothing and calming, but I hated it for some reason. It annoyed me to no end. I stupidly resolved to try and snuff that light out. I was going to be the cloud that covered her sunshine. I also got my friends involved. We hurt her with words. Her vibrant attitude became more dim and her voice became less sunny and golden. It slowly became darker and sadder. I can’t say that I know why I enjoyed it, because I don’t. I don’t know why. It just felt right so see this sunshine girl become cloudy and
The first encounter I had with my bro, Marlin, was actually, a very long time after we were born.
We were born in another world,which for some reason isn’t named (don’t ask me why, I dunno). My brother and I were born in the ocean of the heavens of Paradise. My dad told me there was a lot of celebration for we were going to be the next gods of water in that world. We’re third generations. First there was Pisces, the original god of the water, then it was my father and his brother, and now us, although, I thought it was me at first.
When we turned one, my mother took Marlin to be raised as a “proper”
Ronin, the Redeemed God (part 3) by jaguargirl13, literature
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Ronin, the Redeemed God (part 3)
Everything in life has secrets that they either don’t want to reveal, or reveal them to you later in life. My entire life I thought that my family consisted of just me, Hina, and my mother. My mother never told us about my father. When she told me and Hina about him, I was rather shocked and kind of angry. I wouldn’t speak to my mother for a while.
War with Yami became increasingly difficult as time went on. Then there’s the Shiro problem we faced. Something wasn’t right about Shiro. Mako came with the conclusion that Shiro just may be more powerful than Yami. It makes a little bit of sense actually.
“I can fee
Ronin the Redeemed god (pt 2) by jaguargirl13, literature
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Ronin the Redeemed god (pt 2)
Ronin, The Redeemed God
part 2
I did eventually returned home to the other dimension after high school was over. It felt so much like, well, home. It felt good to be in the light again. While I was stuck in the darkness, I knew that someone was using me to accomplish something. After all of the fighting I did with my sister and the other gods, I came to the fairly, somewhat, extremely, smack-you-right-in-the-face obvious conclusion of “whoever was controlling me, wants to take over all of the worlds”, because that person made me attack the human world as well. I don’t know if there are other worlds out there, if there wer
Diary of Willow, an eleven journal by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Diary of Willow, an eleven journal
Day 2
It is early morning now. I have rekindled the fire for me to write with. The sun is barely rising right now, just very faint light coming down through the canopy of the woods, causing everything to glow a cool morning blue. The fire is faint but it casts enough light for which I can write.
A little bit about myself, my name is Willow. I am 20 years old. I am a forest elf and know the ways of the forest. I have long, brown hair, and forest green eyes. My skin is fair and light and I am a superb huntress. My father taught me how to use a bow and arrow and how to make one. My mother taught me all the required skills a lady must learn such
Diary of Willow, a forest elf by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Diary of Willow, a forest elf
Day 1
I am certainly a very long way from home now. I had to leave. It was too unbearable to stay there any longer. I packed as much as I could carry and took my father’s bow and arrows. He was a skilled craftsman and knew how to make bows and arrows as well as swords.
My sister bought this for me the last time we visited family. It is my first journal and I have forgotten about it until today. I must've packed it with my other precious belongings as I was in a hurry to leave. After packing some food, a knife and some flint in a small pack and loaded my belongings in a horse pack, I mounted Lobor, my trusty brown steed, and rode away f
Something I wrote a few years ago by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Something I wrote a few years ago
(This is very much incomplete lmao) Who knew that words could hurt someone so much? Every day I stare into her lifeless eyes and wish I could do something to help, but I know I can’t. She’s long gone, a shell of her former self. I remember when she first came to our school. She was so vibrant and lively, a ray of sunshine with blonde hair to match and innocent sky blue eyes. I don’t know why, but I found it annoying but at the same time, captivating. She also had a golden voice. Her singing was soothing and calming, but I hated it for some reason. It annoyed me to no end. I stupidly resolved to try and snuff that light out. I was going to be the cloud that covered her sunshine. I also got my friends involved. We hurt her with words. Her vibrant attitude became more dim and her voice became less sunny and golden. It slowly became darker and sadder. I can’t say that I know why I enjoyed it, because I don’t. I don’t know why. It just felt right so see this sunshine girl become cloudy and
The first encounter I had with my bro, Marlin, was actually, a very long time after we were born.
We were born in another world,which for some reason isn’t named (don’t ask me why, I dunno). My brother and I were born in the ocean of the heavens of Paradise. My dad told me there was a lot of celebration for we were going to be the next gods of water in that world. We’re third generations. First there was Pisces, the original god of the water, then it was my father and his brother, and now us, although, I thought it was me at first.
When we turned one, my mother took Marlin to be raised as a “proper”
Ronin, the Redeemed God (part 3) by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Ronin, the Redeemed God (part 3)
Everything in life has secrets that they either don’t want to reveal, or reveal them to you later in life. My entire life I thought that my family consisted of just me, Hina, and my mother. My mother never told us about my father. When she told me and Hina about him, I was rather shocked and kind of angry. I wouldn’t speak to my mother for a while.
War with Yami became increasingly difficult as time went on. Then there’s the Shiro problem we faced. Something wasn’t right about Shiro. Mako came with the conclusion that Shiro just may be more powerful than Yami. It makes a little bit of sense actually.
“I can fee
Ronin the Redeemed god (pt 2) by jaguargirl13, literature
Literature
Ronin the Redeemed god (pt 2)
Ronin, The Redeemed God
part 2
I did eventually returned home to the other dimension after high school was over. It felt so much like, well, home. It felt good to be in the light again. While I was stuck in the darkness, I knew that someone was using me to accomplish something. After all of the fighting I did with my sister and the other gods, I came to the fairly, somewhat, extremely, smack-you-right-in-the-face obvious conclusion of “whoever was controlling me, wants to take over all of the worlds”, because that person made me attack the human world as well. I don’t know if there are other worlds out there, if there wer