I. Am. Back!


It’s been well over a year, nearly two, since I last updated my ever-so-lonely blog.

I told myself over and over that I would post something, write something, do…something for this! Alas, life and distractions got in the way. Along with an overall lack of creativity, a lack of drive, lack of passion… I admit, I guess I got lazy.

I regret it. I really do.

But I have good news for those of you watching (through here and my FB):

I plan on reviewing Japanese comics, better known as ‘manga’. Maybe I will critique anime, but only if it’s based on a manga (and the majority of them are).

Anime and manga reviews will not be the only thing I write about here; I will continue to use this as an outlet for my story-telling, as embarrassed as I am to upload them for the world to see.

I’ve thought about this over and over again, considered, reconsidered.

Thought about what I want to do, truly want to do with my life. This may not be it, but what I want to do, more than anything, is write. And if ripping and praising one of my favorite art forms inspires me to put my pen to paper, then so be it!

Brace yourselves! Critiques are coming! The first? CLAMP’s Magic Knight Rayearth.



01. Introduction

“I am a ‘Baku’,” the stranger answered as the young woman before him stared in bewilderment. She blinked, nodded, then said, “A Baku…are you here to free me from my nightmare?” Hope rose in the woman’s voice as, around her, a nightmare that had plagued her for weeks unfolded. Crumbling buildings muffling children’s screams, sidewalks and streets melding together from the heat of nightmarish flames that enveloped the buildings and the streets and surrounded the two witnessing the nightmare, the ‘dreamer’ and the ‘dream eater’. The stranger, a man in his 20s with white hair in long locks and a black outfit, quirked a brow, his black-red eyes blank, and focused on the woman as he answered. It wasn’t what the woman had hoped for.

“No. No, I am not,” he answered, corners of his mouth twitching as the dreamer’s face fell. There was silence as the flames, orange and red and black all licking and stretching this way and that, the buildings now gone, the children now silenced. “Why would I eat it now? The nightmare is not yet over, and I would very much like to see what happens,” the dream eater stated with a half grin. The woman stared wide eyed and shook her head, quickly, “I don’t want it to! Eat it, wake me up, now! Please!” She shook, afraid, and fell to her knees, eyes wide as the flames circled her, dancing about her. Pyrophobia? The dream eater watched her as she suffered. Instead of a soft voice, a comforting tone…the dream eater laughed. Maniacally? Cheerfully? The laughter echoed in the chamber of the nightmare; it echoed long after he’d stopped. The dream eater composed himself, standing still and watching the suffering woman surrounded by the fire, an eerily calm grin resting upon his palid face.

“My dear madam…do you not know that nightmares are delicious to a Baku?” he began as he reached down to lift up a torch, an arm-long plank of wood, charred yet lit up all fiery on one end. He stared at the flame on the wood as it swayed and twisted before fixating his attention on the woman. He crouched down, flames now surrounding him yet the heat not effecting him, “I am a selfish Baku, madam. I do not ‘cure’ those suffering from their nightmares; I drive them to the point of madness all for the sake of the nightmare.”

The woman looked up at him, eyes wide, trembling. The crackling of the flames, the heat, their light, they occupied most of her senses; she had to strain her ears in order to hear the man. When he’d spoken, she hoped dearly that she had misheard. When she stayed quiet, the dream eater, still grinning, still pleasant and calm in the realm of the nightmare, continued:

“Baku feed on nightmares, that we’ve already established. But we feed on much more than that: we feed on human terror. Fear. Stress. Anger. Negativity, in a nutshell. Baku were never ‘good demons’ to begin with; we’ve always been parasites, like those damned blood suckers,” the dream eater cringed at this term before going on, “We are very much like those demonic ‘spirits’ whom lack bodies, drawn to negative energy, feeding on it until they are strong enough to, eventually, possess the human of their choice.” He continued grinning as he spoke, an eerily calm grin. The woman, thoroughly frightened, whimpered and still said nothing. She wasn’t sure if she could say anything.

“While generally Baku leave the nightmare alone and consume it, no matter what it’s worth, I do something different: I manipulate it until it’s suitable for my pallet. And I said before, I’ll change it until it drives the dreamer ‘mad’.” The dream eater, the ‘man’, finished with a slight grin, the one true sign of irrefutable madness upon his person. And it was this grin alone that forced a scream out of the young woman’s mouth.

The fire engulfed her. The fire engulfed the dream eater. And she screamed and screamed and screamed, throughout her nightmare and throughout the night.


She was lucky to live alone; no one had heard her screaming, no one had come flying to her room to witness her in a fit of nightmarish terror, trapped inside her mind with a madman. The young woman lay in her bed, having just awoken from the fiery terror, and groaned. She reached up to wipe sweat from her forehead to find that her cheeks were wet. With tears, perhaps? She blinked, bewildered, lying quietly.

“He…he made me cry,” she murmured, the nightmare still clear in her mind. The woman whimpered and felt herself beginning to cry again from the fear she’d felt. It was when she began to cry that she felt a slight chill creep up her spine and a light ‘hmph’ next to her. The woman froze, hesitant, then immediately sat up to find someone sitting in the chair beside her bed, the chair usually unoccupied when she awoke in the morning. He wore a black turtle neck and sweats with long, white hair pulled into a ponytail. For some reason, he was covered in soot. And he was scowling in disappointment as he twirled upon his finger a marble full of fire.

The woman stared wide eyed. And then she screamed. His face, his presence triggered something inside her. The woman screamed as the man stared at her blankly. She screamed and screamed long after the dream eater disappeared, grinning as he left, clearly satisfied.

Then the woman herself disappeared, unaware of her actions, blinded by flames and deaf by laughter as she set fire to her house to rid it of the ‘evil’.

She’d never see him again. She’d never have to. He was gone. His work was done.

© Gabriele R./bakuchan/omamorii, 2011

Writing challenge!

On a site I frequent, the users sometimes pass around art challenges. Since I cannot draw, I took up a writing challenge, where I’m given 100 themes to write about. Here’s the list…

1. Introduction
2. Complicated
3. Making History
4. Rivalry
5. Unbreakable
6. Obsession
7. Eternity
8. Gateway
9. Death
10. Opportunities
11. 33%
12. Dead Wrong
13. Running Away
14. Judgement
15. Seeking Solstice
16. Excuses
17. Vengeance
18. Love
19. Tears
20. My Inspiration
21. Never Again
22. Online
23. Failure
24. Rebirth
25. Breaking Away
26. Forever and a day
27. Lost and Found
28. Light
29. Dark
30. Faith
31. Colours
32. Exploration
33. Seeing Red
34. Shades of Grey
35. Forgotten
36. Dreamer
37. Mist
38. Burning
39. Out of Time
40. Knowing How
41. Fork in the road
42. Start
43. Nature’s Fury
44. At Peace
45. Heart Song
46. Reflection
47. Perfection
48. Everyday Magic
49. Umbrella
50. Party
51. Troubling Thoughts
52. Stirring of the Wind
53. Future
54. Health and Healing
55. Separation
56. Everything For You
57. Slow Down
58. Lesson
59. Challenged
60. Exhaustion
61. Accuracy
57. Versus
58. Heartfelt Apology
59. Luck
60. Impressions
61. Teenager
62. Irregular Orbit
63. Cold Embrace
64. Frost
65. A Moment in Time
66. Dangerous Territory
67. Boundaries
68. Unsettling Revelations
69. Shattered
70. Bitter Silence
71. The True You
72. Pretence
73. Patience
74. Midnight
75. Shadows
76. Summer Haze
77. Memories
78. Change in the Weather
79. Illogical
80. Only Human
81. A Place to Belong
82. Advantage
83. Breakfast
84. Echoes
85. Falling
86. Picking up the Pieces
87. Gunshot
88. Possession
89. Twilight
90. Nowhere and Nothing
91. Answers
92. Innocence
93. Simplicity
94. Reality
95. Acceptance
97. Enthusiasm
98. Game
99. Friendship
100. Endings

For each one I finish, I’ll cross out a theme, then upload it for critique, comments, etc… :3 Here we go!

Guten abend!

In a short time, I will be posting a couple short stories of mine, and maybe a few rough-draft chapters of an in-progress novel that I’ve been working on.

By the way, I am new. My name? …Call me Gabi.