It had been 4 years since I had last seen Mizuki. We were college friends and I helped her out a lot with her homework by making corrections on all the research papers she type. Often though, she would get close to me and wrap her arms around my neck as I did corrections. Being
Elisabeth is what some people call a fangirl. She loves anime and mangas, the Japanese culture, and would probably give anything for it. She’s just obsessed. Just don’t go thinking she’s a nerd with no life and no friends… well almost not. She’s a nerd, has no life, but she does have friends. Although, there’s
Yumi was the wife of a friend. Once, I joked that the sound of her name embodied the both of us – you know: you, me – but she looked back at me as if she didn’t understand. Of course she couldn’t, for I had fallen deeply and secretly in love with her. The things
This story may or may not be true… I’ll let you decide. My husband is in sales, so we travel a lot on incentive trips that he has won. Unfortunately, he often spends time with his boss and the other sales people, leaving me on my own. But sometimes that can be good because it
I’ve been into Japanese Animation for years, starting back in college when I was a member of the campus anime club. I’ve always been fascinated by such incredible art, and the different perspective on things that the Japanese use. So I should have been ready for something strange when I went to this last convention.
It was a big day for her, Tachu reflected, as she glided the electric razor over her scalp, removing traces of blue stubble to expose the pale pinkness beneath. After all her efforts in securing the deal with the Taming Force Corporation, today was finally the day in which the client would sign and all