Kazima Lament: Beeru no Mori pt.1

Circa, 10 years after the war

Name: Zeff Kazima/ Hatsumi Kimura

Age: 23/18

Location:  Beeru no Mori pt.1

Hatsumi tilted her head as we ran along the ground. “So we are going to help them Zeff-Sama?” Hatsumi barely caught herself from tripping rolling and jumping to her feet continuing the run a smidge behind me.

“Pay attention to what you are doing Hatsumi. As for helping them, we will wait and see. The very least we can do is run after Tenzo and his Jonin. His people could be running head long into a trap for all I know. We’re jumping to the trees and moving up from there it will mask our approach.”

“Wait, a trap set by the Taka’s?”  Hatsumi followed me up into the trees before stumbling again only to catch herself onto a limb.

NK Checkup

So it has been a little bit since I have checked up. Currently i am at 41,400 words on The Summers Vale Novel, which is over halfway done.

I need to hit 50,000 by next tuesday so here's hoping i will get there.

I have been working mostly on the novel but there's surgery and a move coming up for me so i haven't had as much time on the novel and on other things as much as i would like.


Trying to organize everything and prepare for both major events, have been putting me in a stress filled sleepless haunt.

Surgery will put me out of regular work for  a little two weeks; where i will finish The Summers Vale novel, which will immediately start on changes and additions until being sent out to editing.

Start on the Second Novel: The Darkened Realm has already albeit in a minor way, been started.



Currently Prep for Move and Surgery are underway, and i have half of what is mine packed, minus furniture of course.

Next post on here will be of artistic nature so look forward to it ^_^

Don't You Know ~Poem~

Don't you Know...
don't You know..
Don't You Know.
Oh hey, here we go, on again.

Words between us will never know
but don't you know?

Stumble & Pretend Poem

(An old Poem i recently re-found)

Once again I stumbled down.
Every time I do, I want to give up.
Life is just about given in?
I just don't want us to pretend.

What is it about you?
Every time I’m on the floor.
You're the first one there.
Just like you're watching by the door.