Novels by JMGannington

“I know you only for three days, and I don’t even know your name.” Abigail insists. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” John says. “So?” she’s getting impatient. “First tell me what the hell is going to happen here!” he says in an irritating voice. “Name first, then we’ll talk, dumbass.” She laughs. They’re now in a tight situation where both of them won’t back down. They stare each other down for a long time. “My name is John Lombardi.” He finally says. “That isn’t hard is it?” she taps his shoulder twice. “What’s going to happen?” He asks. Suddenly a dark figure emerges from the dark side of the room. “What’s that?” they both say as the shadowy figure stand before them. “My name is Sage.” The black hooded figure tells them. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Is this the one who’s seen your eye?” the hooded figure asks. She gives a little nod. He hooded figure takes off his hood, showing a young muscular man. “Hey! Why are you here?” Abigail protests. “Well, I don’t know, five years ago, someone told

“When I was a kid, my father died. And because of that, they kicked me and my mom out of the Lombardi Village, sending us to live by ourselves on the suburbs.” John says. “Well, is that all?” Abigail turns around to face him. “Well, my mom has not been speaking to me for a very long time. Well, maybe that’s because she’s always tired from her work.” He says. “Follow me.” She holds his shoulders as she walks with him to outside her house. “Where are we going?” he asks. “We are going to the Okamura family temple.” She smiles as she holds his hand. They walk together to the strange pagoda-like structure in the middle of the silent, empty village. After a short two minute walk, they finally reached it. “Five years ago, Monica told me to go to the temple a year before I come of age. And she told me to bring someone with me, who has seen my eye. You seem adamant to staying with me. Though I don’t know why, I am going to the temple with you.” She says pulling his hand as they walk up the s

“The eye is the Sosame.” He reads the title as he opens the cover. When he opens the cover the book is blank. “What is this?” he takes another book and opens it. This one is also empty. John is now very confused. He sees a piece of paper in the table under the mug. He goes to the paper and he holds it. “Only the ones who possess the eye can read these books.” He whispers what he read to himself. ‘The eye must be called the Sosame.’ He thinks to himself as he sits down on the sofa. Why is this happening? He looks on the blank wall. These questions are bugging him so much. He opens his bag and takes out his notebook. He writes “Writer’s Notes” on the cover. He open the notebook before he starts scribbling on the notebook. He writes down his first kiss with Miraslava, and his date with Abigail. “Hmm, this might be useful for my writing. I’ll show my uncle and the rest of the main branch that the second branch is just as good as them!” he says to himself. He closes his notebook and put

It’s her drawings. It is a drawing of an eye. They continue walking until they got out of the academy. “You are waling me home.” She says, stomping her foot like a little girl. “Do you want to get beef noodles before you get home?” John says, putting her sketchbook back inside her bag. “Yes please.” She pouts. ‘She looks unsettlingly attractive when she’s blindfolded and helpless… Maybe this is just the Lombardi genes kicking in again. They walk hand in hand across the street until they reached the noodle shop. “Two bowls of beef noodles please.” He says to the chef as he sits her down on the stool. “That’ll be 130 Chokrins.” The chef smiled at them. John gave him the money and he starts to sit down on the stool next to Abigail. “Where are you!” she says in an irritated voice. John smirks as he touches her hand. “Good!” she says half whimpering. “Here you go!” after a while the chef puts two bowls of beef noodles in front of them. John takes his fork and starts eating his food. Abig

Two white circles to be exact. The pattern almost looked so beautiful. Suddenly, it felt as if the surroundings were beginning to be getting darker, a little tinted maybe, the clear windows turning into a crimson red stain, like the color of fresh blood flowing down the clear glass. The feeling of being squeezed by a giant hand, like squeezing though a tight hole, or maybe the feeling of being restrained and placed inside an iron coffin starts to be felt all around him. All the while her piercing eyes continue to stare daggers at him. The surroundings suddenly felt like moving in high speed, or is it them slowing down. Maybe everything behind him is starting to blur, reality itself refusing to show up normally. She stares at him with those freakish eyes that looked like it’s beating like a heart. The patterns move in a way that would make anyone looking into it, tremble in fear or possibly piss their pants. And each time her eyes beat, it would make visible ripples that maybe only h

‘Well, it seemed like the best thing to do.’ He thought. “Sure, though it might be a quiet walk.” She replies nonchalantly. The both stand up from their stools. “Thanks for the treat today.” She says happily. She carries her bag as they both walk out. “Can I bring your bag?” he asks. “No!!” she screamed. ‘Girls don’t like it when you touch their bags.’ He mentally notes that into his mind. They both walk down the road. “Where is your house?” John asks her. “It is just way down this street.” She says, pointing down the dark street, only slightly illuminated by the streetlights. “Okay.” Soon, after walking for about thirty minutes they finally got to a place that looked like a small walled village. There are about five houses inside these walls. “Here is my home.” She says smiling. “Wow, it’s big. But it looks a bit empty.” John says after looking around the place. “My family was wiped out when I was six.” She says sadly as she puts her hands on her pockets. “How did that happen?” the

"Well the noodle shop seems to be peaceful." Ichigo pouts. "Let's just eat." They both sit down on the fairly tall wooden stools on the noodle shop. "Beef noodles for her, and chicken noodles for me." He places his order. He pays one hundred thirty five Chokrins to the noodle maker, who gets to their noodles. "Why won't Peter see through Monica at all?" she asks. "Well, remember the path of horror? Its first sub-path is submission." He says. "No, that wouldn't make any sense. I think Peter is acting on his own accord." She closes her eyes. The cook hands them over their bowls. Mike immediately eats his chicken noodles, but Ichigo closes her eyes to pray to the God of the Moon. "Why do you bother praying?" he asks, eating his food with his fork. "You wouldn't understand." She takes the chopsticks to eat. "Just like how I think using your fork to eat these noodles is disgusting." They continue to eat in silence. "Hey," Mike puts his hand on her shoulder. "You finished?" he asks. "You

“I did see a ghost.” Ichigo’s eyes widen. “Um, Ichigo, you’re freaking me out…” he sits back into his chair. “What’s wrong?” she says ominously. Her eyes start glowing slightly, but it disappears. “Well, calm down Ichigo, we’ll find a solution to this problem. At least now we know that she’s using the horror path.” Ichigo closes her eyes, breathing heavily. Mike sighs. “I think I should give her what she wants. I’m moving.” She opens her eyes. “That’s your choice.” They both stand up. She looks at him for a second longer before they walk out of the library. It was a silent walk back to the dormitory building. After walking across the field and getting wet leaves inside their shoes, they arrive at the building. “I’ll help you move.” Mike puts his hand on her shoulder. “No, I’ll face the music myself.” She walks forward without hi

“No. Father, what do you mean?” she asks, feeling confused. “Just do it Ichigo.” He says before the Yamanaka walled village completely disappears from her vision. “That was weird.” She whispers to herself as she opens her eyes. It seems that she’s back in the examination room. Monica’s eyes twitch as she looks away, but Ichigo doesn’t seem to notice. “Hey Ichigo, you okay? You seemed to be spacing out for a second back there.” Mike whispers to her. “No, I’m okay. There is just something I really need to do.” She says, closing her eyes briefly. “Do you still want to know about the special abilities from the Gods?” he asks. She nods. “Then we’ll be discussing it in the far corners of the public library.” He smiles at her with a thumbs up. ‘There is really no stopping Mike is there?’ she thinks to herself. Before they knew it the examinations are finished. As sh

The sun rises, shining down on to the great city of Ishapolis, also on Ichigo’s window. She rubs her eyes, like every morning she does. She sits up on the bed, looking out the window. There, once again there is a conspiracy of ravens outside. She smiles to herself, like the ravens are looking after her. It’s nice to think about. She stands up for a little stretch. ‘My father was right for calling me little. I mean, look at me! People would use the word petite to describe me.’ She shrugs slightly. After getting ready, she goes out to walk down the hallway. The hallway is white, so stains can be easily seen in it. Electric bulbs lined up on the wall as if they were still torches from the middle ages. She greets Mr. Rustico, which she is now accustomed to do now. She gets out of the dormitory building, to the green fields that seem to be always wet. After long months of morning rain, this wet dew-y grass always slobbering around her feet is starting to get on her nerves. ‘Well, it’s ti

“Daddy, I don’t want you to go.” Ichigo pouts. “Listen to me little Ichigo, you may be a daughter of the Yamanaka, but never forget what they have done to us. Never forget the pain, but move past it. The pain makes you stronger. Do not seek revenge, but keep it in your mind.” He says. “Yes daddy.” She replies. They hold each other in their arms for a long while before the sun starts to slowly set. “Well, this is it my daughter.” He says painfully. “Wait! What’s my mother’s name!” her father puts his arms around her as his body slowly turns into floating embers, floating away into the night sky. “Papa!” she cries. He wraps his arms around his daughter as, slowly but surely, he turns into floating embers. “I love you Ichi-go.” He says as he disappears, floating out into the sky’s abyss. His body and neck disappear, but his face still managed a smile. The ravens fly out from the

The sun shines down on her window. A new day has begun with a small breeze. She looks out of her window, seeing the trees with birds on their branches. Ichigo smiles as the birds happily chirp away. “Get up Ichigo!” Her mom yells from the living room. She immediately stands up. She walks out of her room to the living room. “Go get me a glass of water.” Her mother says in a commanding tone. Ichigo obeys her mother, like she always had. “She passes by her father in the kitchen, who simply smiles at her, though she could see a hint of sadness in his smile. She gets the glass of water to give to her mom. She takes a sip. “Look at your little brother. He has higher grades than you. He’ll be a proper man one day. Your father doesn’t even talk to you!” she says triumphantly. Ichigo doesn’t dare question her mother. She bows her head before she goes out of the house. She remembers the time her father would go in her room to give her iced cream from the local creamery. She would be very exit