Stephanie Meyer's Death
(Twilight fans, just don't read this one. It is fiction, I
know, and just like twilight, this is fiction as we commonly
Jigoku Shoujo Fanfiction
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empty street, I helped a girl who was attacked by twitards. We
both ran to the alleys until luckily we both be able to loose
those mad trolls chasing us. Twitards are mostly teenagers
obsessed by the book called 'Twilight', a literary nonsense
written by Stephanie Meyer. These twitards would be willing to
die for the sake of twilight and push their beliefs on everyone
else in this world.
twitards are twi-moms, those mothers who are willing to abandon
their sons and daughters as much as their husbands if they're
going to see Edward Cullen. Such uttered nonsense, right? Yet, it
I kept on
sitting quietly in school, pretending not to overheard any
twitards' discussions; as usual, they kept on rambling and
praising about their gay hero named Edward Cullen. One twitard, a
schoolmate said she has an entire altar with Edward Cullen's
pictures. One guy, as I presumed it to be her boyfriend bashed
about how lame she was, yet she justified that unless he won't
look a lot similar to Edward, she'll never get around with
Sigh…really; this is the scene of the modern world. All of this
was because of the Twilight book. I can partly blame the teens,
but still, I blame the author for creating her fantasy dream to
be published, or should I blame the publishers that weren't
thinking and carelessly published that book.
Meyer's craps of Twilight, New Moon, Eclipse, and Breaking Dawn
can be published, your crap can, too." I thought, I got this
phrase from an internet meme, I had it thought maybe, since a
crap worth of not-obvious erotic scratch papers was published, if
I'll start writing erotica and publish it, then I'd also make a
lot of money but…
doesn't need more damage. Twilight did smashed and scarred the
face of this world, if this world ends this 2012, I can only
kneel and pray. George Washington and the rest of the heroes in
America would be ashamed of Meyer.
Going on a
grocery store to buy necessities, I overheard two guys about my
age, "Hey, have you heard about the Jigoku Shoujo?" the
chubby guy asked the skinny one.
Girl from Hell?" asked the skinny one, "Yes, I heard about
her. They say if you hold a grudge to someone or if you want to
take revenge, the Jigoku Shoujo will come for you."
try it?" the chubby one mischievously marked.
don't know anyone we hate. They say that you need to have an
intense hatred towards someone, and, at exactly midnight go to
the hell's website. It won't be accessed if you don't hold a
strong grudge." The skinny one shrugged.
hurried to pay for things I bought as I finished my eavesdropping
hearing out that vital information. I did know about that
website, www.jigokutsushin.net. At exactly midnight, you need to
access to it quick, if you miss by a minute, nothing will be
displayed except the note that says that website is unavailable.
I know it is an urban legend of sorts but, if it takes me the
need to finish that author, this has to be it.
minutes to midnight, I anxiously waited for the remaining two
minutes, typing in 'www.jigokutsushin,net' was just one
press of the enter button and I can access that rumored website,
or so I hope for. I fixed my feelings and resentments on Meyer as
I waited, and finally, the clock ticked to exact midnight.
accessed a black screen with an icon for writing the name, it has
a 'send' icon below it, and the website reads 'Hotline to Hell…your bitterness I will
or hatred were overflowing, I don't know if that was excitement
over my intentions, but even if this might come nothing or
something, I speedily typed the name of the author of that
infamous book, Twilight… 'Stephanie Meyer' and then pressed the
thing I found myself was…
in my room.
standing in front of a tree on a hill with a sunset aura and a
river nearby; a girl of about 5ft in height was beside it wearing
a black sailor school uniform. She has long black hair to her
waist with a classical fringe, and piercing red, big eyes. She's
very beautiful and somehow she looks like a porcelain
at me blankly, a face so expressionless and lifeless, "I am…Enma
Ai…" she introduced with her voice so soft and almost a
offering a black straw doll with a red string on its neck, she
said it without any questions in which I was taken speechless
over it, she must have known already my intentions since I did
type the name of Meyer with my hatred, and she must have known
it. I know just by looking at her red irises that she was not
I took the
black straw doll she handed to me.
at her magnificence. This girl is 'Enma Ai'…The Girl from
truly wish to eliminate the person you hold grudge against, you
must untie that red string by your own hands…" she began. I
looked at her quietly, still mesmerized in a lot of explanations
to which I needed to grasp, one is, I never thought this is
remove the string, you shall officially enter a contract with
me…" she continued to inform, "The one you seek revenge or you
held hatred against, will be immediately sent to hell."
before continuing, "If I deliver your bitterness or vengeance, I
must have you make restitution to me."
"Restitution?" I asked, stammering, yet she didn't answer,
instead she just continued to explain this contract
person is cursed, two graves are dug. When you die, your soul
shall fall into the pit of hell." She paused again, her voice was
soft and weak, with indifferent or monotone intonation as she
speaks, "Your soul shall wander forever in pain and suffering,
never knowing paradise." She warned.
after you die." she assured.
warnings and remarks, she gave me a glimpse of the hell…it was
darker than black, with flames and hands pounded with blood that
tried to pull me underneath the sea of blood and flames-yes, they
did tried pulling me, but then the vision suddenly cut off and I
found myself back in my room in front of the laptop.
website's page already expired, and I tried refreshing it, but it
won't do anything else. As I held out my left hand, I was
clutching the black straw doll that The Girl from Hell gave; I
didn't even realize I was holding it.
is up to you…" I heard a voice whispered; her voice…
It took me
three days of long ponder about what she said, that if I pull the
red string, then I will go to hell, too when I die. Sh*t, I would
be seeing Meyer there, but I already caught a glimpse of hell…it
wasn't so bad, if you don't mind those hands pulling you to drown
in the ocean of blood with flames on its surface, then I guess I
can pull that one out for eternity.
my decision was set. I didn't choose to be a hero or a martyr
future generation of young children must not know the evil that
Meyer and her twilight horny characters have made. The future
generation must be strong and not foolish. Yes, I'm still
seventeen but I think of the consequences ahead. And I must say,
seventeen minus around seventy years, I still have fifty-three
years left to live.
this world is already hellish with Meyer and the twitards
no turning back, Enma Ai is real, so as hell. Either hell in her
version or hell in this world because of the Twilight book, I
don't care anymore, my mind is set-
without hesitation, I pulled the red string out of the straw
and delivered this hatred." A voice thundered as strong winds
blew. When I opened my eyes, the straw doll wasn't there
anymore…I guess I'll expect the news or the TV on this. I
shrugged and walk away as if nothing had happened.
was lying herself to rest near a river; she resided in a house
that was in the dimension realm called Eternal Sundown; where
only she, an unknown old lady who she called as her grandmother,
and three spirits that helped on delivering her the vengeance or
grudge can cross this threshold.
left: Enma Ai in her black sailor uniform; Wanyudo; Hone Onna;
and Ren Ichimoku)
The three spirits
always help the girl from hell on delivering the hatreds.
Wanyudo, an old man and was the first spirit Enma Ai
brought out his wander, Ren Ichimoku, a spirit residing on
a sword in a form of a guy, and Hone Onna, a ghost that
used to wander as a beautiful lady and attracts travelers and
other people and then attacks them; she is now serving under Enma
then got dressed in a black kimono adorned with floral
decorations known as Temari.
kimono, she was riding the carriage, Wanyudo, who then
transformed into a flaming carriage that rides in the air,
exiting the Eternal Sundown realm.
America, Stephanie Meyer was eating lots of chocolates,
high-protein foods like legumes, shrimps and prawns, pork fats
and lobsters, with cola and red wine. She was spending her time
of life, when suddenly; earthworms and centipedes spread and
crawled out of her foods. Stephanie panicked and tried standing
off her chair.
Stephanie Meyer tried to run, her house has been crawling with
worms. And books flooded out of nowhere and trampled her around.
Different books of literature came out in the air, burying her
alive. Yet, she managed to get out of the mess where, again, her
body ached as if she had eaten something bad.
essentially one of Enma Ai's abilities, creating different
distorted matters and forms she please that she will use to
punish the convicted. On Meyer's case, she's using worms and
books, and in a while, she'll be toying with Meyer's life.
spit and threw up the worms that came out of her mouth and some
on her clothes.
confronted her. Being a spirit, he just arrived out of nowhere;
"Stephanie, your works are pure garbage. As well as your
characters are just worms."
you'll stop your publishing and start writing good books that
would benefit and teach teenagers more good things in life, then
we might forgive you." Wanyudo stated as he suddenly appeared out
in thin air.
it she'll do that." Hone Onna followed.
out the last of her worms, some where still even wriggling in her
mouth, "No, never! The books I have created, twilight, new moon,
eclipse, breaking dawn, and midnight sun, those are the books
that I created that are even more famous than God!"
did doubt her." Hone Onna shrugged. Meyer then threw up feces
coming from her stomach, and worms were seen wriggling as well as
larvae of insects on the dirt.
says, miss…" Wanyudo called as The Girl from Hell in her black
kimono stepped forward from the shadows, she was eyeing Meyer
with her red irises.
Meyer still was stubborn, and the books kept on trampling and
falling at her, the books that are worthy of literature and very
much providing with knowledge and creative worlds to be taken and
you be so cruel?!" Stephanie Meyer snarled.
Really, you're one to talk. You caused lots of teenagers to act
like animals; they lost much of their humanities now." Hone Onna
replied, yet Enma Ai didn't mind her.
began to speak as she was narrowing her eyes; Meyer cannot do
anything as odd forces and possibly her fear gripped her on the
"Pitiful Shadow cloaked in
"…thy actions caused people pain
"Thy hollow soul drowned in thy
from Hell then glared at Meyer's eyes, "Ippen, Shinde Miru?
(Would you like to see what death
words immortalized by Enma Ai, she raised her right hand as
cherry blossom petals rushed with a single chime was heard, and
darkness swallowed, enveloping Meyer and the whole area.
Meyer woke up, and she realized she was in a small wooden boat.
She saw the girl from hell ferrying and guiding the boat. "Where
can continue; detached-hands about as high as to the elbow parts
and are sparkling pulled and tread on her, the hands that
belonged to the hell.
screamed, however, no one can hear her as she was traveling the
shores of hell. The whole shore was grey as if it resembled
ashes, and the sky was dark and misty, as well as the sea around
is also black. The gate to hell was seen with total blackness
beyond it. "This hatred will ferry you to hell…" Enma Ai
whispered as they disappeared in the ominous blackness.
then went back moments later, but she was now alone with her
small, wooden boat. She took Stephanie Meyer both body and soul
into the abyss of hell.
(Enma Ai as seen with her boat she
uses to deliver souls to hell, on the background seen is the gate
later after I pulled the string, there was breaking news that
Stephanie Meyer suddenly vanished and no one has seen her about
two days. The police and other authorities were looking for her,
doubt they can still find her. I secretly looked at a mark at my
right chest. The mark or black crest looked like a flame; it was
the sign of the contract that I made with The Girl from Hell,
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