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https://www.asahi.com/sp/ 悔しいからこの時書いたやつ
日本語になおして
なろうに投稿するかな
わいこの時描いた二次創作は
自分の中で一番恥ずかしいんですよ
いつも書いてるヒカキンの18禁ホモ話より
痛い二次創作みたいになった感じ
これがスクエニに面接してもらえる
激痛オリジナル小説ね
いっそのことガンガンでコミックス化してくれよ・・・
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Shihori Asako
September 27, 2006
Hachiko’s Vigil
Statues have always been the key to exploring the dungeons. Sometimes they
represent the sacred; Statues of goddesses provide healing and relief for exhausted
adventurers. Sometimes they are symbols of power and dignity; Kings like to decorate their
halls with statues of themselves, hoping that their reigns will last forever.
“But what is this?” It was a statue of a dog.
It was my sixteenth birthday. My mom had come up to my room to wake me up
and told me that I had an important appointment with the King. I decided to take the
transportation service because I was running a bit late, but it only sent me to this dog and
not to the castle.
“Do I push it?” I placed my palms against the side of the pedestal and pushed it as hard as
I could.
“Perhaps there is an item near it.” I circled the statue, but found nothing.
The dog seemed ever alert as I studied its benevolent, yet sad expression. “Maybe I should
go towards the town square,” I thought as I followed the gaze of the dog’s sad, watchful
eyes. 何を言っても上坂すみれには一つたりとも勝てる要素ないよ In the middle of the crowded square, there was an old tanned man selling wrinkled
books on a blue mattress. The man was wearing a blue hat with a brim in front, a thin
frayed shirt, and a dusty pair of gray pants. “Hey old man, got anything useful?” I asked,
hoping to start a conversation.
“Useful? You mean, informative? Of course! These magazines are all from this week!”
He said, in a hoarse voice.
“You don’t have…potions and antidotes?”
“Vagrants like me can’t afford medicine!” he said, laughing. “To get another job, I would
need to get an address, meaning I would have to be able to rent an apartment…It’s tough. I
didn’t even choose to live on the streets…unlike those girls, do you see? They run away
from home to hang out in Shibuya…”
As the old man talked, a girl in the crowd of people caught my attention. She came
closer to the old man’s “shop” to take a look at his magazines. I looked into her face and
caught my breath. She looked much like my younger sister, who ran out of our house a few
months ago after fighting with my mom. ‘What are you doing here?’ I asked her in my mind,
even though I knew she could not be my sister. I almost grabbed her skinny arm.
“It’s the third day I’ve seen you wearing the same clothes. You know, you should go home.
Your parents must be worried,” the old homeless man said to her, before I could say
anything. “My parents won’t care! They are busy with their own stuff… As far as I’m concerned, they
don’t even exist.”
‘Don’t say that!’ I almost screamed, but I couldn’t. I had just met her.
“Are you just going to stay at a hotel?”
“I don’t have that much money, but don’t worry, I think one of my friends can let me stay for
a night,” she said indifferently.
‘What if you can’t find a place to stay?’ I thought, but again failed to say it out loud. This is
not like the little town we had grown up in. I suppose there aren’t any nice inns and taverns
that would let tired travelers stay for free.
“Just don’t get into trouble…don’t do pafupafu for money, ok?” That was all I could say.
“Weirdo…” She frowned and turned away from me, and waved to the old man.
The city got brighter as the sky became darker. I saw her disappear into the street between
colorfully lit buildings. I think I’m a coward.
“Don’t worry about it young man, there are billions of those kids.” The man said.
“Yes, and my sister was one of those kids,” I thought. My stomach twisted with worry. I had
to chase after her. After searching for a few minutes, I saw her sitting in front of a closed store. She
flipped over her bag, and a handful of pink and pearl-white fake nails fell on the ground.
Gem stones on the nails reflected the city lights like shells and broken glass bits on the
beach.
“I didn’t think guys would be interested, but if you are, these are a hundred yen for a set,”
she said as I approached her.
“How much were your supplies?”
“Maybe a thousand yen, all together?” the girl explained, folding her fingers.
“That’s too much for stock,” I said, “Say a medicinal herb is eight gold. When you buy it
from people, you have to make sure you don’t take it for more than four gold…” I used to
work part-time for a local item store. “Maybe you can sell them for more. You spent a lot of
time making these, right?” I asked. I rearranged her works of art.
“Here, it’s your boutique,” I looked at her face, hoping she would be smiling, but contrary to
my expectation, she was in tears.
“I’ve never said I wanted a big brother, but sometimes I’m tired of being the oldest sister –
of being a good role model to my little sisters,” she said.
“It’s okay,” I said, not knowing what else to say.
A moment later, two young men hovered over us.
“Wow your new boyfriend looks really boring! Why don’t you come play with us? You said
you would, yesterday…”
I didn’t like his smirk, or his condescending tone of voice. In a blur, I found myself grabbing
the girl’s hand and running as fast as my legs could carry me, to take her away from the
men and away from her life. I wanted to save her, even as my legs gave out and my world
went dark.
When I woke up, I found myself in my own bed.
“Good morning, don’t you have to go to the castle?”
I opened my eyes and looked up into my sister's smiling face.
“You’ve come home…” これがワイがスクエニに提出した
小説なんだよね
題材は
家出少女だね
集団ストーカーが設定をパクって
「すばらしきわが世界を作った」って騒いでもよかったんだけど
そうしたら今度は栗原直樹氏とかぶっちゃうね 芸風が >>713
訂正)
これがワイがスクエニに提出した
小説なんだよね
題材は
家出少女だね
集団ストーカーが設定をパクって
「すばらしきわが世界」を作ったって騒いでもよかったんだけど
そうしたら今度は栗原直樹氏とかぶっちゃうね 芸風が 「すばらしきわが世界」は
ワイがスクエニに提出した小説のパクりなのか? パクりじゃなくて
「メディアストーカー作品」と言わないと
その界隈の人気配信者にはなれないな 「すばらしきわが世界」は メディアストーカー作品なのか? NPC1:置き雑誌をリサイクル販売(?)してるホームレス
住所がないので就職できない
ワイの小説
左翼っぽい チンネキまで湧いてるのかよw地獄絵図スレか蠱毒スレだなw すばせかより
ワイの渋谷のほうが
リアルにディストピア 今書き直すんだったらディスコミュニケーションにより
ポーションやエーテルを求める
迷った旅の勇者に対して
保険に入ってないから薬なんて手にはいらないという
くだりが必要 ワイの社会派文学が
スクエニの採用担当の
英語能力を判断する材料で終わってしまうのは
もったいない ドラクエの世界でも渋谷でも
ぱふぱふ屋という売春宿は存在するという
闇まで描いで送りつけてやったんだよ 構成はこう
家から渋谷にワープした主人公は
家のない人・家に帰りたくない人会って
そして家に帰る夢オチだが
社会的に立場のない異世界からの余所者なんて
ホームレスと家出少女くらいとしか接点ないだろっていう
そういう感覚 ドラクエやファイナルファンタジーの世界の人が
現代日本とかにいきなり来ても
弱者になると思うんだよ(思ってたんだよ) 異世界っていうか
イメージ的には
クロノクロスやドラクエ6なんだけど
片方の世界では弱者スタート >>709
ほいよ
実在の人物とは関係ない首吊りすみぺちゃんね
なろう検索で
チー牛で検索してみて
narou.nar.jp/writer.php?text=%E3%83%81%E3%83%BC%E7%89%9B スレタイにチンネキと冠してたら来るでしょ
可能であれば、アメリカ育ち哲学専攻チンネキvsジャップ哲学学徒を見たい まあいいや
リンクする
読んでもいいよ
放置してるけど
ncode.syosetu.com/n6465hu >>732
ワイの哲学の教養
アメリカの哲学科(日本の多くもそうだけど)
の伝統の通り
ソクラテスから今の思想まで
順番に追っていく形だと思うのだけど
ポストモダンの後には
純粋なフェミニズムしかないと思っている ワイにとってのフェミニズムが何か定義しないといけないんだけど
女性は性の主体性・決定権をもつ
レイプ禁止
プロデューサー気取りの男による演出禁止 日本思想史に費やした時間はなんだったのか解らないけど
ブラック企業大賞東北大学に在籍しながら「悪政の時代」の勉強なんかしたら
現代を批判できなくなって病みぴだから 吉原儒教なんかより
「好きぴ」が日本思想として重要な感じがする
売春文化を作っておいて「仙女みたいって褒めてるじゃん・・・」って逃げる吉原儒教を
解体できるのは
好きぴ・心中するぴ 近世の江戸のクソ「仙女みたいって褒めてるし
ロマンチックな詩も書けるのに
なんで貧しい農村から売られて来たことに
文句があるの?」 吉原儒教の儒学者・ポン引き・ヒモを
泣かすのに
メンヘラパワーが必要 慰安婦問題とかで
海外に吉原儒教がバレるとまずいから
死守してるんだろうけど
韓国の妓生文化も同様だから
韓国はそれで日本を責めることができないし
東アジアは皆で西洋風のフェミニズムに目覚めるべき ワイいっぱい5ちゃんねるとかで文字書くから
商業小説家みたいに
何万文字も書き散らすことならできるんじゃないかと思ったけど
難しいね こんなん
まあ人気とかはあまりに気にしないで
商業ラノベ作家くらいの
文字数書けるかどうかやってみただけだから
>>729
すみぺのほうが圧倒的美貌
比べるのすら烏滸がましい どこからどう見たら上坂すみれと張り合えると思うのか ワイの小説のアクセスが増えたのに
このスレから人がいなくなったわ?
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