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Samurai Part VII Rebirth by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai Part VII Rebirth

*Rebirth* The sun labored its way through the infinite sky on its usual schedule. Sweat pouring down Akane and Jirou's faces. "Master, why must I carry this this way?" The kid whined. He held a 50 pound jug full of water at arm's length in front of him, carrying it with his legs spread wide. Akane had found it amidst the rubble, and filled it to the brim with water. He had figured it to be good training for little Jirou, and as the days passed by with no end to the trail in sight, Jirou had grown much stronger. "Because, it will teach you inner strength, to keep going even when things look tough kid, you know that. Besides, that's ou

Samurai Part VI by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai Part VI

*Rebirth* The army charged! They were many, Akane one, but they lacked skill, the arrows flew forth, striking down several of his opponents for him. The three horsemen from the gate road towards him first. The first two were cut down in succession of one another, spilling blood onto the earth. The third fled, seeing his fellow men die unnerved him to the point of running. The remaining men came towards Akane, embracing their fate. He was outnumbered, but cut through several of them with ease. With every little misstep Akane made, with every little miscalculation, Akane felt the cold sting of his foes swords biting into him. It didn'

Samurai part V by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai part V

*Rebirth* As he knelt in the darkness behind one of the wooden huts, peering out unto a horrid scene of what was about to become murder, Akane felt a dreadful sense of inevitability. He knew leaving Jirou was wrong, he KNEW that, and yet, he still did. An almost silent footstep came from behind Akane Akirasawa. However the owner of said foot put too much weight on it, causing the ruble underneath to cause just a slight misconfiguration in its' order, and allowed the smaller pieces of rock to move. Akane had to move fast, as he knew anyone with even a minimal amount of training would realize the mistake they just made. He didn't touch hi

Samurai-part IV. by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai-part IV.

*Rebirth* It was growing increasingly dark, and ever more pressing, that Akane were to rescue the boy's parents. He knew the pain of losing a loved one, and he swore that boy would not feel that same pain, at least, not yet. He left his red and black armor lying back on the trail, by the boy's encampment, and yelled back at Jirou to protect it. He had also left the kid his wakazashi, the middle sized of the three blades he carried. The tanto was small like a dagger. The katana measured over three feet in length. Proportionately speaking, to Jirou, the wakazashi was a katana. 'Of course, I can't sleep, I can't eat, but I can continue t

Seppuku by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Seppuku

Before I go, I wish to leave one thing, Of my presence, memory it must bring. Without you, I am no more. Without you, I am no Samurai. Without you, my dreams no longer fly. Before I go, I leave my used blade. Chipped but sharp, loyal and my only pay, It was closest to my soul, save for you. For you no blade can replace. Thus in the end, this steel takes my hearts place. Before I go, I ask do not weep. Our love was a secret I did not wish to keep. Over time I have grown mad, cold and alone. Because without you, I live half alive. This half of a whole has taken a dive. Before I go, I thought I'd say, "Good-bye."

Samurai Part III by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai Part III

*Rebirth* Akane had finished with Jirou's arm, it was bandaged, and Akane paid special attention to detail, so Jirou's arm was not to become infected, hopefully. Modern medicine often proved to be ineffective, so Akane had learned to pack his own supplies. (Sterile water was hard to come by, and expensive.) Not to mention, most modern supplies were worthless and extra weight. The sun was setting, and Akane had an increasing feeling of inevitability, he wasn't sure why or what, but he knew dread was a force that would not be stopped, and unfortunately, it was targeting Akane and little Jirou. Akane let out a sigh, and lit a fire. He had

Samurai Part II by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai Part II

*Rebirth* A gentle, warm breeze blew across the tops of the trees, very little of it reaching Akane. He wished for anything to give him a break in his heavy, noisy banded armor. 'For the love of-' Akane needed rest, but more importantly, he needed a drink. He reached into his satchel, feeling around for the metal container. It was very expensive whiskey, and had been a gift from his wife. He had never bothered with alcohol before the Siege. It was a painful memory, one too harsh to bare and not cry, one too harsh to bear at this temperature as well. He had lost everyone in the fiery blaze. He poked one of his fingers on his newly o

YOU. by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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YOU.

YOU! I saw you today, I heard your voice. I just knew, that's why I turned when I heard the noise. But you didn't see me, oh no. I made sure of that, With those tires I smoked. Nothing could move fast enough to get me away from you, Which is why right now my whole world is blue. A dark gray cluster of emotions, all twisted up and torturing me, it lies with you, you have my heart still don't you see? YOU! It was you who cheated, it was you who I can't forgive. My heart says "Please" but I always decline, it's too naive. I hate that I have to hate, I loath that I must loath, But I fought time and time again, to no avail. I would

Samurai Part I Rebirth by TheBlindedSamurai, literature

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Samurai Part I Rebirth

*Rebirth* A long time ago, in a distant land... Click, clank! The armor was always the same, heavy, noisy, but it was necessary. Akane's blonde, flowing lengthy hair was heavy with sweat. His soft facial features made every woman he had met at least blush, but no one could have guessed he was as sad as he is. He had always been like that, ever since his Sensei had been murdered. Perhaps it was the loneliness that slowly ate away at him. This was the feudal period, and, as the warlord had directed, those who dishonored Bushido should be brought to Justice, one of the Eight Virtues. A heavy concept, a depressing subject. There was gre

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Tournament Chapter 8 by Kylievil, literature

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Tournament Chapter 8

The fight began faster than I had expected. Ash and Gabby ran at each other, and I watched as Gabby slapped Ash across the face. I covered my mouth to stop myself from yelling, which most of the crowd was already doing. Ash screamed some words I would rather not repeat, and then kicked her in the gut. Gabby fell back a bit and then lunged for Ash. Next thing I knew she was one top of her trying to claw her eyes out. I finally let out a scream but just then Ash grabbed Gabby and threw her off of her. Then, Ash rolled back up and kicked Gabby in the side. Gabby was already on the ground and the kick looked agonizing. Ash kicked her again in the

A life well Spent: chapter 7 by Marie-Dellakin, literature

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A life well Spent: chapter 7

A man came up and grabbed me around the shoulders, his grip tight as he pulled me against him. Adrenaline rushed through my veins and sweat continued to soak my face. I went into a squat, jerking my shoulders up smacking his arms away. Another man in front tossed a straight punch, I grabbed the wrist jerked him behind me, letting him crash into the other attacker. A 'giyuup' warned me of another impending attack and I turned to use a knifehand block on a woman who was using a roundhouse punch. I jerked her wrist downward and smacked my elbow across her jawline, letting her hit the floor. Silence... and then I realized the full impact of

The last Call For Help. by APoeticNeko, literature

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The last Call For Help.

post your perfection people demonstrate it as disgusting. It seems I should stop, with the words I write. I'll keep them in my book and one no one will see. thank you for reading these words. thank you, for understanding me. it hurts so bad, to know I can't live without it. The words, the meaning it breaks deep into me. My dear humans, fear not. For I am,poetry.

Tournament Chapter 7 by Kylievil, literature

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Tournament Chapter 7

I stared at the large metal door, slowly opening letting the light from the stadium pour into the dim waiting room. The girl with pink hair walked out, fear glistening in her eyes. The large girl who looked twice my size stepped out as well. I understood why the pink haired girl was afraid. She would have to duel the monster sized girl. "Excuse me, what is your number?" A woman asked me. Ash and I exchanged nervous glances. "Uh…24, but my partner is-" "Only contestants 1 through 5 can be here. I'll have to ask you to leave." "Ok," I mumbled glumly. Ash gave me a reassuring smile. "I'll be alright." I silently left the waiting

December by DarkAngelOfLov, literature

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December

I long to sit here and forget The meaning behind December I wish the memory would finally fade I wish I couldn't remember The cold that pierced my flesh The pity that filled their eyes The anger that filled my heart As they tried to tell me lies That cold December day When my world came to an end My soul shattered apart And my heart still won't mend How I long to see your face And your eyes, so sweet and tender But you were taken away from me On that cold day in December They took you away in a wooden box And buried you in the cold ground Never again to speak to me Your lips won't make a sound My life means nothing now

ForNever by DarkAngelOfLov, literature

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ForNever

ForNever will I love you ForNever will you see How good we are for each other Or what you mean to me ForNever will you love me And know that I'm the one ForNever will you tell me Our hearts will beat as one ForNever will I hold you ForNever will you stay ForNever will I keep you Until my dying day ForNever will you see me Crying all alone ForNever will I let you I know that I'll be strong ForNever will I love you I know it just can't be ForNever will I wait I know you don't love me

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I am a writer. But more than that, I currently practice Shaolin Kung Fu and Boxing and am a Taoist. I find meditation to ease my mind and let me concentrate on art, whether it be writing, cooking, sculpting, or the Martial Arts, I strive to maintain the Confucius attitude towards life as a whole. And wish for nothing more than to make friends!
I also play guitar and in my spare time(which is rare) I work on my beloved cars. I live a sort of interesting life but it gets boring and lonely where I live, so don't expect many tales of daring heroism from where I come from.
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Current Residence: Well... Earth.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Haha, BIG!(So it's comfortable)
Favourite genre of music: ANYTHING WITH A GOOD BEAT!!!
Favourite style of art: Writing, or Martial Arts
Personal Quote: "A warrior is judged by their will and spirit, not by a simple belt.

Favourite Visual Artist

Bruce Lee

Favourite Movies

Any Bruce Lee/Star Wars

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

AC/DC or Whatever sounds good!!

Favourite Writers

Bruce Lee

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An ax. Jk... Roofies... JK!

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Writing, Kung Fu, Music, ANY ART!!!!

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TheBlindedSamurai

May 2, 2011

WELL....

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Fuck you too mate. You accept ALL of my chapters yet you decline this one, because I "submitted too many." Yeah, k.  If it's shit you should just say so mate.  Criticism isn't bad, lying I hate.  So what am I left to do?  Quit the group?  Haha Check my name, last I checked, Samurai don't take shit.  And you, sir, are an idiot.  Prepare to be trolled. THAT is all...

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TheBlindedSamurai

Apr 29, 2011

What dA needs.

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A button up at the top that says groups, and shows you all the groups you've joined. That's all.

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TheBlindedSamurai

Apr 15, 2011

SORRY MATES!

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Alright, so I cannot find my flashdrive, and am back in CO.  I should have had all of those Samurai stories up by now but...  I CAN'T FIND THEM!!!  I have them printed out, but alas moving has not treated me so fairly.  I cannot find those either.  DAMNIT!!!! At any rate, I'll keep up with the poems and maybe, just maybe, I'll find the flashdrive.  Maybe I need a Map like off of Dora.  Whilst annoying, I would at least be lead indirectly to my objective....  -.-