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Goodbye and Good Riddance

2012-01-27T18:59:00.000+08:00

Apparently a continuation of Candy Floss of Lullabies... Which I don't remember writing. Anyway, tis piece was written for a friend's blog back in '06 as a request so i think it's about time it made its way into my short stories archive.

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The light at the end of the tunnel, as I have heard people say, was bright and resilient. It held the feeling of hope and freedom contrary to the light in front of me which was dark and bleak. As I moved towards it I felt remorse and fear. I watched as my life flashed by me like a cliche in a bad movie.

This can't be happening to me! I thought as I was being sucked into the dark hole, I haven't done anything to deserve this!

I could hear my voice screaming at the top of my lungs but my mouth didn't move. I felt my spirit, my soul, weak and exhausted from the eternal struggle and I begin to let go. It was not a nice thing to do, this letting-go business, it points out how mindless a person can become just to get rid of pain and suffering. I wished for streangth. The light in front of me became too bright and I begin to disappear.

I hear screaming in the background of my eternity. Wait. Screaming? Am I in hell? And why does my leg feel like it's been pulled apart? Finally, when I finally open my eyes I'm greeted by the ground a few stories below me, staring at me in malice, beckoning me to come forward and land in solace. What a lie. A lie made for those weak minded individuals.

That is not what I am! I screamed to myself, I WILL NOT BE THAT PERSON! That child will not govern my life. The insignificant child. Nagging and nagging at me, telling me how pathetic I am, how pathetic my life is… never again.

A heave-ho came from the balcony I was hanging over and I was pulled back in. As I lay sprawled across the floor I realized how much I was in. My leg hurt, my back hurt and I have a headache. I hope I am strong enough at will to never go through that again. Life is tough but my will and heart is tougher. That would be my life's credo. As for that child that turns my heart weak and black, I killed her. I pushed her off the balcony and laughed at her as she fell into the ground never to be seen again.

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Knee-jerk

2012-01-24T17:31:00.001+08:00

The hairs on my back was standing on ends, I shivered. It wasn't the cold that was bothering me considering it was 33 degrees outside. The fan was turning its face and circulating the air inside my room. All was quiet except for the music blaring from my speakers. I stared at my screen as the numbness consumed my innermost thoughts.

My stomach growled but I ignored it. Maybe later I'll make something for myself and some tea.

Tea, lovely tea. One of the few things that kept me sane when my brain decides to pitch a tent and ignore everything. I had work to do. It was becoming a chore but I knew that I could finish it all within a span of an hour if I just didn't get distracted by the internet. The inside of my head keeps churning out information I didn't really need, or telling me things I needed to do or wanted to do or had to put into my diary, which in this instant was sprawled on my table. It was getting dark and I needed to get off my arse to turn on the light.

I'm hungry, I thought. Light, then food and tea.

Hmmm, tea. And wasabe covered peanuts.

I remembered that my hair had stood on ends just a moment ago and my mind slipped into wondering why. Who missed me? Who was muttering my name? What were they thinking that made me pop up in their mind? Ah, questions that could never be answered but I had asked anyway. The cogs in my head spin and meandered to the thoughts of someone.

Get out of my head, I have no time for you. The thought so violently jerked. I didn't think my reaction to his name would be so swift and cutting.

Rage

2012-01-10T19:19:00.001+08:00

It was Monday. I sat glaring at him from across the room and I wasn't even sure why I was doing it. I could feel something about to happen. The tension was so thick you could've cut it with a knife and serve it to people. Tension cake. Ha.

Static was filling the air and if I wanted to, I could've made time stop. I was still glaring at him, my hands fidgeting with the pen. Click. Clack. Click. Clack... He turned around and gave me a brilliant smile and all I could think of was stabbing him with the BIC pen. Tumultuous rage stirring from wherever rage came from. The red clock on the wall kept going, I saw it just at the corner of my eye. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I saw red. Brilliant hues of red, a mash up morbidity spilling from the depths of my cognitive function.

You know that thing that happens where the person you're staring at gets pulled into focus really quick? Like you dragged them with a pulley stuck to a chair with wheels? Something like that. He was my focus. I was burning, screaming inside and I still don't remember why.

The Adventures of The Procrastinator!

2010-12-05T22:45:00.000+08:00

"HAH!" He shouted triumphantly. "And I'll say it again! HAH!"

"You know you won't get through that pile of papers just by saying 'hah' over and over again, Theo," replied Nessa, rolling her eyes.

"HAH! HAH! HAH!... HAH!" Theo replied. "I wish it did. It was my best impersonation of Archimedes too."

"Three things wrong with that. One, you never knew good ol' Archie, two, none of us know what he would've sounded like, and three, you'd been better off saying 'Eureka' and be on topic for once because we all know you never are,"

"Yet, you shower me with adoration every step of the way,"

"And you continue to delude yourself,"

There were a pile of papers scattered around on the table which Theo was working at. He simply started at it, willing it all to be done. Efforts in futility that he usually partakes in until a few hours before the due date. He keeps reminding himself that he had to start work but he never does.

"Professor Slogworthy's efforts were always rendered moot by The Procrastinator!" He said loudly.

"How articulate, now if you could just put your deliciously amazing vocabulary to good use and stop bothering me? I'm trying to read a book." She replied. "After which," she continued curtly, "I have to go out and have a drink with a few people at the coffee shop down the street."

"Parts of me hate you, right now."

Both sat quietly in their respective nooks, Nessa with her nose buried deep within her copy of Good Omens. Seconds pass into minutes and minutes to three hours. Theo's fingers were tapping on the space-bar of his computer, alternating to the backspace button to get rid of a multitude of empty spaces. Occasionally, he'd press 'A' for some time and delete that too. Nessa checked on her friend every now and again and her brows would furrow in disdain. He hadn't even started.

"Well, we've been here for more than enough hours, I'm going for a beverage run and maybe a little chat with Mendel and Chianti. If you want anything, text me. I'll be back in a few," Nessa said before getting up.

She chucked her book on the table next to her, picked up her bag and walked towards the door.

"I'd like peppermint tea, please," Theo said. "This mind of mine will not shut the fuck up, I can't start work until I stop being riled up all the time."

Nessa sighed loudly before she shook her head and left. Theo went back to staring at his screen.

2010-10-11T23:05:00.001+08:00

This is the second part of the sequence off the hugely weird zombie dream I had. This time I was one of the zombie hunters.

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I was looking through the eyepiece of a silenced hunting rifle towards an apartment building riddled with zombies.

"When's my turn?" Whined Pope.

"Leave me alone," I replied. "I'm looking for-" My sentence was cut short when I took a shot at something. There was a woman climbing the walls of the apartment, punching holes in the brick. She was probably using metal claws to keep her upright. The shot hit a meter right from the top of her head. She looks to my and signals and OK.

"What the fuck did you shoot?" Pope asked.

"I didn't shoot anyone or anything. I just marked the messenger."

"You mean she knows we're here?"

"She's supposed to, you idiot!" I snarled under my breath and went back to the eyepiece. A Hunter was tailing the woman as she left towards me. I told Pope to prepare for a hunter. "Be ready to shoot but not until I say so,"

"Why not?"

Before I could answer, the woman appeared in front of me and threw to the floor a sack of stolen goods and supplies. A second later, the hunter. "Weapons down, vicar, pope. The hunter is our ally for now,"

"You know, Divida, you could tell use when you wanted to voodoo a hunter. Pope was ready to shoot it. A memo, next time?" I looked at her, nonplussed.

"What was the point in that? I do this everytime,"

"She's right you know, Vic." Pope chided in. I glared at her in response.

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In a room was a man who was old and rickety, chanting matras and in deep meditation. he was in the apartment I was shooting at. The lights were flickering on and off silhouetting bodies just outside his open door. This man did not show fear and kept chanting. Suddenly, several zombies made its way towards him. He chanted a different mantra this time and the zombies started killing each other. When the last one was standing he grabbed a knife and stabbed it in the head. It fell, dead. he gets picked up later by Divida and her brother Kivan. they sat proudly on top of a flying creature, not unlike the dragons of old. About as big as a fighter jet.

The old man was sitting quietly behind Kivan as the siblings were talking.

"I don't understand why we have to do this all the time," said Kivan, boredom and disdain soaked his voice.

"There's so few guilds that can survive this, Kivan, and we only have two we can trust with our lives. The Zombie Hunters, which trains an Elite group of zombie killers, and he Norths, which is our family or magic users and thieves. I know you don't like it but your job is vital for our survival." replied Divida.

"Yeah, I'm a zombie herder,"

"No, you're a powerful telepath and magic-user. You just need a little training. I'm sure Magni agrees," I said, smiling at the old man.

"Easy for you to say. You lock down hunters, use them then shoot them when the job's done," Kivan rolled his eyes.

2010-10-11T22:32:00.001+08:00

This is one of two weird-ass zombie dreams I had the other night. Obviously a filled and highly dramatised version of it anyway...

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There we were, Alice and I, running away form a horde of slow walking zombies. These crawlers have pretty much taken over the whole neighbourhood and we're frantically trying to look for an empty car to jump into and drive away from. Hopefully one with gas. Admittedly, it was my mistake that got us into this mess. I thought we could get some supplies from a dead burb. I was right about the supplies but so wrong about it being a dead burb. It was crawling with undead.

"I'm so sorry, Alice" I said, panting.

We ran from the main suburb street into an alleyway which led to a garage with a white sedan. We forgot to even look at the front seat to check if it was locked and we ran straight to the back seat to check for zombies. There were none and the doors were unlocked so we jumped in and closed the door quickly, hoping none of them saw us. Panting for breath and finally looking into the front seats we realised in horror that there were two bodies lying there.

Alice had a terrified look plastered over her face and I could imagine the same one plastered over mine as the body of the woman on the passenger seat slowly moaned and moved, the door slowly opening.

"Braaaaiiiiinssssss..." It said before letting out a huge guffaw. "Didja see that?" The woman said trying to control her laughter, failing miserably.

"Sure, did," The other woman said with a smug smile on her face. "Come on out of the car, we'll introduce ourselves,"

Alice and I, though still shaken, felt a flood of relief wash over us as we got out of the car. I can't remember swearing under my breath but I'm pretty sure I did.

"I am Vicar and this is my partner Pope, we're Zombie Hunters for hire," Said the woman who was on the passenger seat. She had dark hair and tanned skin whereas her friend had long wavy blond hair and relatively light skin. I couldn't really tell because there wasn't much light, it was probably about 4AM.

"Like from the Zombie Hunter Training Academy?" I asked.

"Even got the sweater!" Replied Pope, unusually chipper.

"I'm so jealous," I rolled my eyes.

Just then, two crawlers appeared from behind a moving truck in front of us. The still somewhat stunned Alice managed to mutter out 'crawlers' before she turned paper white. Fear literally stopping her from passing out.

"Psh..." Vicar scoffed loudly. "We've got fireworks." She said before going to the trunk of the car to get two buckets of lighter fluid. She splashed both zombies with it and waited as Pope flicked a lighted match towards them setting them aflame. "Et, voilà! Crawler flambé"

"I smell chicken, do you smell chicken? Oh, no wait it's just the zombies still walking towards us," I mused, being inappropriately smug.

"Oh, goddamnit," Said Pope taking a Smith & Wesson M&P45 on each hand from her holster and shooting the burning crawlers in the head.

"Nice gun," I said.

White Noise

2009-06-12T23:01:00.000+08:00

I heard a barely audible sound coming from the outside of my room. So general the explanation? Yes, since I was in my room, naturally the sound would, and to varying degrees, come from the outside of my room. Though, the main point was that I didn't like the sound. It was a mix between wheezing and scratching.

Scratchy wheeze continued outside somewhere moving slowly to and from my door, much like pacing. Since it's a noise, closing my eyes did nothing but make it louder. I felt as if perhaps the dim light coming from the window cancelled the noise somewhat. If that made sense at all.

And then, nothing. As if the sound was just something I had come up with to pierce the defening silence of the empty room.

Drenched Sahara

2009-06-08T23:58:00.004+08:00

I'm gonna warn you guys now. Below, is a lessibo pronrotica. Don't read it if you're going to be prudish. I will, however, take criticisms on grammar as my grammar ain't that great.

I. Warned. You.

Happy reading!

P/S: The grammar nazi *cough* exvegeman bin papadam *cough* was not amused. I think he gave up editing it and just went all ranty on MSN. Brill.

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Imagine a loft bedroom with a high ceiling and a window equally as tall, one of its doors opening into a balcony as the white curtains billows from the draft. White sheets cover the bed and soft lighting calms the room down. A ridiculously delicious redhead, Sahara, was on the bed, leaning on her elbows, her fiery hair flowing onto the bed, her head dipping back. Her nipples were erect from the cool air and the gentle wind from the outside. Her chest and back prominently marked by delicate freckles. Her long, sensuous legs caressing her lover's cheeks while she, Ebony, was occupied within her.

Ebony was wearing just an over-sized shirt with nothing underneath, it was unbuttoned but still on her, showing the subtle contours that only Ebony has. Sahara's legs, one on the bed the other resting neatly on her lover's shoulder, she was completely in the nude. Ebony was getting busy and Sahara gasped and dropped herself from her perch and rested her head on the bed, her hair a flaming halo and her fingers clawing on the sheets.

Before they both had ended up on the bed, Sahara had a white silk robe on and they were deep in their passionate kisses. Ebony slowly pulled away the robe strings before resting her hands on her lover's face. Sahara unbuttoned Ebony's shirt slowly, deliberately until all the buttons were all undone. Ebony stood there barely clothed kissing her, also, being shorter than Sahara, had an easy time to just go straight for her chest but instead decided to kiss her slowly, bite her lips, at a snail's pace. Moving down to her neck, her freckled shoulders, the crevice under her throat.

They moved slowly to the bed and Sahara's robe fell off. The light bounced off her curves turning it into a work of art. Ebony stopped as her lover lay down and she climbed next to her atop her bed. Her hair pushed to the side so it wouldn't interrupt the view. Sahara's breasts like those of the goddess Aphrodite, not too large not too small, perky without looking childlike. Her nipples hard. The wind was blowing through the window bringing chills up and down Ebony's spine before she bent her head to her lover's left breast and flicked her tongue on the nipple. Sahara inhaled sharply before her breaths went back to short gasps. Ebony's hand gently cupped her other breast and massaged it, gently pinching and flicking the nipple. Her mouth was busy suckling and nibbling on the other, Sahara's breath did quicken further. She pulled Ebony's head up so they could kiss again, deeply this time. Ebony's hand that was on her breast moved slowly down her lover's ribs, caressing her stomach, to her hips. Down the outer thigh it went, to her knees, the inner thigh. It nestled between her soaking wet folds.

They just finished their kiss when Ebony decided to move. Sahara propped herself on her elbow so she could see everything her lover was doing. Ebony smiled at Sahara before kissing her way down slowly. Her two fingers gently massaging her labia, slowly making its way to her clitoris. Her joy button was already swollen from whatever they did prior. Ebony used her lover's own juices to lubricate her finger before gently stroking the tip of her clitoris. She heard Sahara gasp once more. Ebony's mouth was on Sahara's stomach as she moved herself between the long, divine legs. Her mouth just above the pubes did she slip two fingers in Sahara. Searching for her little spot of pleasure. Ebony's palm was facing upwards and her fingers formed a 'come hither' motion gently caressing the g-spot. Her tongue made its way past the neat pubic hair and onto her engorged clitoris.

Up and down went Ebony's tongue and in little circles getting bigger and then smaller again around her lover's little button. She stopped to tug the outer labia with her teeth. Sahara inhaled sharply before Ebony giggled and went back to the main attraction. Sahara's breathe, quick and panting, she moaned and called out her lover's name.

"Yesssss, oh, yesss, baby!" she cried but that wasn't the end. Ebony's fingers were now doing circles and zigzags in alternation on her g-spot. She could see Sahara's bounteous breasts move up and down corresponding with her short, excited breathes of air. Her lips pinching her clitoris gently, tongue lightly darting on it. Ebony listened for her lover's breathes and with a final and hard push of her finger on the magic spot, Sahara came. Her juices spilled onto Ebony's hand as she removed it from her, her tongue tasting every thing, drinking every drop spilling from her. She was tart just like what Ebony loved. Sahara's head was on the bed, her body glistening with sweat. Her breathes slowly deepening, getting slower. Ebony smiled, as did Sahara and the wind still blew, though, just like it does every night.

White Russians

2009-05-22T14:25:00.002+08:00

Andreas never knew the changces if him ever getting a date with the womn sipping on White Russians. There she sat ever so demure, so innocent looking, yet her aura said otherwise. Sultry and sinister was the order or the night as cold chills made him have goosebumps. He thought that maybe this was one of those 'carnal desires' that everyone seemed so fond of talking about. He felt himself slowly gravitate towards ger and his palms start to sweat. The chills taking a breather, the feeling was almost euphoric.

The girl, he saw, had finished her White Russian and ordered an Orgasm from the bartender.

"For you, lady, on the house," He said as he winked at her.

She smiled and gave him a courtesy nod. The drink came and she took a sip before her eyes darted around the room. It settled onto him like a wolf on a limping buck. For a second or so all he could do was stand motionless. Dumbfounded. Afraid. She got up from the bar-stool, raising her glass to the bartender before she walked, almost floated, towards him.

He felt as if the whole world had shut down. A cliche moment reserved for him in his mind. Her mouth opened and her voice flooded his ears like liquid gold.

"Hello, stranger," She said.

Andreas swallowed a ball of saliva that was pooling under his tongue just in time to answer her.

"Hello yourself, stranger," he smiled or at least mustered up the courage for a decent upturn of the mouth. Inside he was pacing himself. he told himself to calm down, think slowly. The heavens were not going to ditch him. She smiled wider.

"You don't remember me do you, Andreas?" She asked, her voice dripping over him like honey. "Tenth Grade?" She continued.

"Linds? Linds Abaquir?" He stammered.

"Eemyl, actually. Linds' twin sister." She smirked.

"Linds has a twin?" Andreas was somewhat shocked by this new discovery. He remembered that once upon a time Linds was the girl-next-door who was friends with everyone. She was also the biggest flirt. He also recalled Linds having a brother. "I thought Linds has a brother?"

Eemyl's eyes lit up and her smile widened. "I dressed up like a dude and I played for the other team since Linds was always taking boys away from me. Don't worry, I never had a dick."

Hearing that made Andreas stop standing so rigid and he let out a laugh so pregnant with relief. The realisation that the kid who picked on him in school was actually a chick made him sick and excited at the same time.

What's New Pussycat?

2009-02-23T22:38:00.004+08:00

"H-hey," Stammered Linda as her eyes glazed over. She was on auto-speech now. Who knows what she was rambling about. She heard chuckles and giggles in the crowd, an expanse which was her new classmates.

There was now a strong silence and it crept up ever so suddenly. Linda muttered a quick thank you and moved to her seat. Her lovely seat, hidden in the corner of the lecture theatre. She opened a book and tried to listen to the lecturer's gruff voice and yet her mind meandered beautifully into a deep crevis full of butterflies and unic-- wait, not those, it was something far far sinister. Linda grinned appropriately before snapping out to three faces politely grinning back. She was rather taken aback by the sudden intensity but at the same time relieved. They didn't look like the evil creatures they should be. In fact, the look rather... Normal.

"Hi," whispered one of them. This one wore a black mini-skirt over a pair of bright leggings and a tanktop of a very strange colour. Her hair was orange and yellow and purple, in streaks. and she had the strangest accent. "I'm Corr," The hair seemed to smile alongside a very cheery face. "This is Mark and Danny," She continued.

"I like cheese," Linda smiled sheepishly as she said those three words. There was also an intense want to bash her head on the table at the random stupidity. She cursed her brain for it. No random stuff on the first week she had told herself and yet, there it was!

"And we think you're as cute as a button," Chided he whom they called Mark. He had a very English accent and he wore very preppy clothes. The rag-tag bunch began to shower her with surprises. "Do you mind our company?" he asked ever so politely.

"Nope" grinned Linda nervously before she heard a clear and very intrusive throat clearing.

"Mr. Wilford, Miss Brunstein, Mr. Guerrin and the new girl, do keep quiet or else kindly remove yourself from the class," Chided the old fart.

Quickly, Corr gave a quick wink and the three faced their books as if nothing had happened within the last few minutes. It was a strange world being in the body of a human being, it was a busy one too.

On Court's End - The Fence

2009-01-25T16:20:00.001+08:00

It's been a few months since Christine put a stop to the relationship that she and Elaine had. All she could think of now was that she really hated that little dog and how she resisted the urge to dropkick the barking rat. She did miss Elaine though. Christine's phone looked inviting as was the urge to give Elaine a call. Her new roomie hadn't bailed out on the rent and everytime they met up Elaine was smiling. It was still hard to tell what lay hidden under that brilliant smile even after four years.

The phone was ringing. It rang and rang. It rang some more and just when Christine was about to give up a squeak of a hello came through.

"H-hello, E," Christine stammered. It was so unlike her to stammer but she felt that she owed it to Elaine. At least a simple explanation if asked.

"Hey, Tin-Tin! How's it going?" came the answer from the speakers. Christine could not see her facial expression and she hoped with all her heart it didn't have sad creases. There were no bouts of meloncholy whenever Elaine spoke. Christine felt better and thanked the stars that Elaine was so quick to move.

A date was scheduled for a lunch meet-up. It was good to know Elaine had moved on to bigger and better things, bigger like the cup size of her new girlfriend and better... That's yet to be seen. Christine put pressed the disconnect button on her phone. Thirty minutes of talking and everything's patched nicely.

Five minutes later the doorbell of her new apartment rang. Christine walked lazily along and peered through the peep-hole. A fish-eye view showed a comfortably dressed man wearing mittens holding a crock pot. She opened the door.

"Hi," said the stranger. "I'm here to welcome a new neighbour," He smiled.

"I've been here for a month now," Christine replied dryly.

"Yes, well, I've just arrived from vaca and needed some dinner company to tell you the truth. I'm Theo,"

"Well, Theo. I'm Christine and I'm hungry so come on in. Boy, does that smell good,"

Happy Birthday.

2009-01-24T21:41:00.000+08:00

I couldn't help but stomp around that afternoon. It wasn't that time of month, though, but I did happen to go through some irritating events such as having coffee spilt on me, my hard drive jammng because of a computer virus and my watch kicking the bucket, may it rest in peace. It may sound trivial to you and for me, it wasn't at all pleasent but back to my stomping around.

So there I was, standing in the same place for the past half an hour, staring at the pile of stuff on the floor thinking how was I going to get him to clean it up. Then he walks in with flowers in hand and a smile on his face. It was so confusing. Then i realised that it's my birthday. Fancy that, me forgetting my own birthday. It was quite laughable.

He realised that for the first few minutes I hadn't a clue to what was going on and with a wry smile said the flowers were for his mother. I cocked an eyebrow and went off to the kitchen and asked him is he wanted anything. From the corner of my eye I saw his triumphant smile and a shrug as he followed me into the kitchen.

Of course he wanted something. There are only 2 things on a man's mind most of the time and they are food and sex. Both things inherent in the behaviour of their ancestors and passed down indefinitely through their genes. So I saw his cheeky grin as he sauntered into the kitchen and hugged me from behind. His warmth was very inviting after the harsh day I just had.

I had taken out some eggs, cheese and tomatoes for a quick omelette dinner. Crack the eggs into a bowl, add in some chopped onions and tomatoes, a little salt and pepper and I felt a nibble on my right ear.

"Hungry already, Jason?" I asked almost grinning. His reply was further nibbling and some very passionate kisses which I almost completely ignored while whisking up the mixture but I persisted. His show of intimacy will go unto deaf ears as I continued to make dinner. He finally got out of my way after a few more minutes of trying to get me to stop whisking, he sat down.

"Bring me my dinner, woman!" He barked playfully.

"Excuse me?" I replied, a smart grin plastered over my mouth.

"You heard me!" He continued.

"No,"

"Why?"

"Because I rule over you like the sun on Earth's desert,"

"I love you?" He smiled weakly.

"Of course you do, here's your eggs," I said as I passed him a plate with an omellete and fresh greens before kissing him on the head. "Eat up, we've got a busy night."

On Court's End.

2009-01-23T22:49:00.005+08:00

"Elaine!" Christine shrieked as she peered closely at a globular mess on the floor. "Is this yours?" She then asked nicely as Elaine sauntered into the living room with her toy poodle in arms wearing bunny slippers and a bath robe, all pink.

"It's Booboo's," Elaine yawned.

"Well? Clean it up." Christine sneered and rolled her eyes.

It was all fine and well before Elaine and Christine moved in with each other. The two were very much in love with each other even if they were two sides of a coin never to meet eye to eye. Love was an overstatement to say the least since what they had for three out of their four year relationship was purely physical. The afterglow finally wore off.

Christine was pragmatic and level headed while Elaine was lackadaisical. Though the sex was still good, fights over trivial things were what kept Christine up most nights. Elaine was all but aware of the current situation.

"Awwh," Elaine whined while she moped in to the bathroom for some tissue. Childish posturing such as these ate at Christine increasing her disdain towards her lover.

"I can't do this anymore," Christine said when Elaine crept back towards the poop. "You and I, it's not working," she stammered. Elaine's green eyes widened into a pool of tears, her cheeks turning red. "You and I, we're too different," With that, Christine went off to pack her bags.

"But I love you!" yelled Elaine before bursting into heartful sobs. Elaine walked briskly towards their bedroom. "You can't leave, where will you stay?" She said in between sobs.

"I'll stay with my parents until I find another place, I'm sorry E." As heartless as Christine sounded to herself she knew it had to be done. For both their sakes. "I'll pass you my half of the rent until I get a new tenant for this place, but I can't live with you anymore. I'm so sorry, E." Christine could feel her heart sink to her stomach and tears of her own crept to her lips. Bitter-sweet memories sprung from the salty taste reaching the inside of her mouth and she realised she had just ended four years of their lives. An amazing four years, she admitted to herself.

Elaine crouched quietly sobbing in the corner facing the front door. She didn't know what went wrong, why her lover had so quickly dropped the term 'us'. The sight of Christine walking away with her bags in hand was too painful. So painful that Elaine spaced out with only the barking of her small dog being the last thing she remembered.

Christine walked out of the house for the penultimate time and looked back to look at Elaine's emotionless face. She closed the door and left.

outsider to an in

2008-01-23T15:52:00.000+08:00

I watched Natti spin her tales of evil and deceit in awe. How can one so good looking be so wicked and gossip mongering? She had a full head on her shoulders, good grades in the bag, friends up to her chin and yet she was unable to control running her mouth with business not of her own. I had once took solace in her company but had realised how detrimental she was to me. She was poison to a mind. A drug I had given up on. We're still friends though. Bonds such as ours are hardly quickly dissolved. It takes a huge wrong on one part to completely negate the existance of the other.

She tossed her dark curls away from her face as her enigmatic smile enticed the opposite gender. Her giggle so deep set in its resolve captures even the most uninterested of souls. Even the insipid gets pulled into her vibrant storytelling to feel like they have a breath of life left in their barren minds. I sigh at how quickly these sheep gather to her version of Little Bow Peep, feeding her omnipresent need for encouragment, for recognition. Oh for the love of the limelight I don't understand.

Must these people live through another? Are they so lacking in imagination that they resort to unimpressive states of mind. Leeching off others. Blood-suckers. I look around the picnic area and catch the eye of a young man I knew outside of this particular social circle and excused myself.

"Hey Natti, I'm gonna go say hi to Bret before he disappears yea?"

"Aww Red, you're gonna miss the best part! I'm about to tell them how pathetic Auri was," she wined.

"Natti, honestly, Bret's running away," I ended and rushed towards Bret. The hero that whisked me away from Natti the Shebitch, my savior or sorrows.

He looked up from his book through dark rimmed glasses gazing thoughtfully with his dark-grey eyes and spoke.

"I see Natti hasn't changed and she seems to be flourishing too,"

"Yea, it's actually really funny how some people thrive on spreading baseless rumours about others. I feel dirty hanging out with her," I mused.

"And yet you still do. Cookie?"

"Thanks," I said as i took the double chocolate chip cookie from his Famous Amos packet. "I wonder what tales of fear and loathing she's spun for me. It scares me how I know she could turn around to bite me faster than a pit-viper ever could. He nodded in agreement and pointed out that she probably doesnt even remember him. I chuckled.

We were together once upon a time. I was with Natti once upon a time too. Bret made me happier but Natti knew which of my buttons to push. We all remained friends simply because we were never in love. Whatever that is. I laugh at people who insist that love exists. My ever logical mind is quick to disprove such notions. There is no love, only an immense understanding for another person that which I had not experienced in full as of yet.

Bret was exceptionally attractive with his stoic demeanor and poetic mind. Always a killer with the ladies. I remember how much fun we had together at bars trying to pick up girls and being offended if it did actually happen. I knew we weren't the dating type. Only friends would do but he was a good lay. I'd give him credit for that as i leaned on to rest on his shoulder. He didn't mind as I settled into my own thoughts and him into his book.

Morph: Older cub

2006-10-09T09:41:00.000+08:00

I'm Ayela. A morph. An animorph to be exact. To elaborate: not unlike the people that turn into wolves and other things that you see in the movies and I turn into a panther. I morph at my own free will. It's been a while since I changed without knowing and a while means a duration of 50 years or so. I'm new. A mere cub in the morphing guild. My sire didn't let me out of her sight until today when I'd mastered my morphing gift and stopped myself from going stir crazy from bloodlust. I know a few of my brothers who had to be put down because they couldn't control their animal instincts. I must admit, the only instinct I couldn't put a curb on was lust. Well... I could control it for a while until i find someone suitable enough within that period or i'd end up having sex with anyone I see. The alternative would be to have someone lock me up and chain me until it passes but who would want to chain me up?

Xuren, the guild elder, gave me a task today. I had to retrieve the The Eye of Draog, a large, spherical black stone which gave the bearer the power to foretell the future. He gave me the location and told me to leave as soon as possible. I felt something amiss. There is no way a guild elder would give an older cub a task meant for a trained morph. Especially since I know my sire has not much faith in my skills as of yet and during the meeting, her normal cries of disagreement was lacking. He didn't even assign co-morphs. It must be a test of some sort. I shook my head to get rid of anymore wondering thoughts. No time to speculate now, I must focus on the task at hand.
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"Xuren," Said Audmal as she thought of Ayela's task. "Are you sure this is what must be done? I'm sure if you told her about it instead of making it sound like a secret solo mission, she'd have done it anyway,"

"I'm not too sure about that my dear Aud. She's somewhat as defiant as you are," Xuren smirked. "Would you have found me or even felt like finding me if your elders didn't force you into a faux mission?"

Audmal clicked her tongue in annoyance. It was the situation she had gone through when she was an older cub and as she was about to retort, Xuren walked out and disappeared. All she could do was make herself a cup of mint tea and forget about Ayela until she returns.
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I took my mp3 out of my drawer and stuffed it into the side pocket of my jeans. In time of danger, Alexisonfire calms the savage beast. I smiled at my inside joke. I left within minutes of collecting my thoughts to ensure that I acquired the Eye as soon as possible. The Mission gave me the heebie-jeebies.

I stepped out of my apartment building as silent as a shadow and the only one that noticed was probably the CCTV on the wall. No words or greeting passed between me and the guard as would the norm. I had to take a cab to a location close to where I was to be as the practicality of moving around in panther form in the city would only put me in the panther exhibit at the zoo. Not much I can do there, I'll tell you that. I dug out twenty dollars from my back pocket and passed it to the cab driver before thanking him. Then and there it started to rain. Curse the cliche gods.

A chill went up my spine as I walked into an alleyway and stripped down to my birthday suit and morphed into a semi panther form and jumped onto the fire escape. The roofs were always the best way to get around without looking conspicuous. It could have been that I foresaw some miscreant deed that made me have that chill or it could also have been because of the cool damp weather. I cursed the rain under my breath. I had a knife between my teeth just in case anything needed to be cut. I laughed at myself for being so naive and remembering one of the silly television shows that I watched when I was little.

I jumped off the ledge and landed on the pavement with a silent thud. There lies the looming mansion where the Eye was kept. Who was this Draog person anyway? You could tell that I wasn't a fan of Morph history. I walked to the high wall and wondered what it was with the rich and famous to have forts encompassing the house then jumped just high enough tot pull myself over and into the compound. Whoopee... Plenty of trees for cover, I thought. Well, I thought wrong.
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Ka'Tal sat; tail swishing in anticipation as he saw the female in her half panther form. She didn't look all that happy what with the rain falling down on her dark fur. His surveillance cameras were strategically placed between the trees that she thought were safe. He smiled. He had objected when his father had told him about the arrangement but now he realised it wasnt so bad as he felt a stirring within his loins.

"Father," He said to the dark figure in the corner of the room. "Is that she?"

The silhouette nodded and left as silently as he came leaving an undoubtedly happy son.
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Stupid rain, I thought as I finally reached the foyer of the mansion. Stupid Foyer and stupid incredibly large house. It took a while to manouver through the dense foliage to get close to the mansion without being noticed. Stupid mansion owner with no stupid hired gardener. Hadn't anyone here heard of a gardener? I sighed as I remembered the feeling of being watched.

I silently crept into the mansion through an open window. Funny, I thought. Shouldn't the security be tighter? I shivered. I speculated the reason for my being given this task was because it was too easy for the trained morphs. I pouted. Such trust they put in me. This house probably isn't even inhabited.

Just as I thought that, I felt something stirring within me. Instinct. There was someone here and I could feel him. The power resonating within these four walls bounced off my fur and there was nothing I could do but to absorb each burst. Out of the shadows came a toned male figure. Clearly larger than I and he had a tail. My brows furrowed in dread. Shit, here he comes.

I lunged aside dodging the attacking figure and other than adrenaline, I smelt lust.
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This female is beautiful, thought Ka'Tal through his somewhat menacing growl. She dodged his attack easily and he had his claws bared when she attacked him. He knew she smelt lust. He was counting on it.

"We're both Morphs Ayela," He shouted over thunder. "Shall we fight instead in human form?"

"How do you know my name?" I shouted back growling.

"I just do. I am Ka'Tal. Do you not feel anything?" He said smiling as he changed into his human form.

I took the oppertunity to pin the bugger down. I had thought that since he was in human form, I would be stronger than him. For the second time that night, I was wrong. He grabbed my wrists which were around his neck and pushed me back. This time, I was being pinned by an enourmous strength. In the glistening pale night, I could see his grin before he pushed his lips onto mine. Then, as if my body had taken a life of it's own, I kissed back. My mind was screaming in anger and then the screaming subsided. I knew there was pheromones somewhere that was calming me down. Pheromones that were probably coming directly from Ka'Tal but I couldn't help myself.

The kissing became more passionate and more violent as he pulled my jeans down and tore my shirt off. I realised his warm, naked body pressing down against my own. Euphoria spread within me as the lust raged. The heat running through faster than wildfire and our breath quick with anticipation.
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I woke up with strong arms holding me in a tight embrace,wiggled slowly out and crept away quietly in hopes to find a water fountain or something where i can dive in and laze around. Probably away from prying eyes and definitely away from Ka'Tal. I have no idea what was happening and the only way I can get over it would be to have a good swim. My head hurt and it didn't help at all that my hair was a mess and I couldn't find my shredded shirt. I had his robe on but it wouldn't be long before I got my fingers on something more me.

Half way thinking of what to do with my shirt situation I spotted a pond. I took off what ever articles of clothing I had on and dived in. The water was cool as it went through my hair and enveloped my body. At that moment, I felt as if nothing could touch me. My innermost being was at peace with everything until the silence was broken by a loud splash. My open eyes registered a naked Ka'Tal. I sighed and got out to put on the robe that was left on the grass. That cub just made love to me.

"What are you doing here Ka'Tal," I asked him coldly and yawned.

"I should ask you that, my dear Ayela," He purred back.

"Do you know what's going on then?"

"Nope." He abruptly concluded before throwing a large spherical thing at me. My eyes grew in amazement and in anger. So that's what this was all about. Me. A whore, in exchange for a talisman. I stormed off with the Eye in my hands. I'd tear his eyes out if he came closer than 10 feet off me.
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Ka'Tal Smirked at his new found mate. She was a fiery one and the fact that she didn't know what was going on said alot about her elder and sire. He crawled out of the water and ran after her.

(tbc)

Iffy

2006-07-24T12:25:00.000+08:00

I see strange figures floating in my head. When they speak to me but I can’t understand them, when they don't, histories unravel themselves within split seconds. Histories, futures, present. With that constantly playing in my head, coupled with the expectations of many pounding on me every second of the day, I realise that 'life' means nothing. The minute I was born I was subjected to a program deem fitting by my parents as well as others. I was trained to follow a specific rule of conduct fondly called etiquette. Mindless rules that almost completely govern how I think.

Everything and everyone seemed like robots in this mindless rat race. It was constricting me in every given way. I hated it. Sometimes going as far as hating myself as if to realise that, yes, i have conformed to being nothing but a shell. My spirit, free will and thought numbed down by the whim of society. The sight of a tear running down my cheek mirrored in my reflection on a glass screen at the coffee shop i sat in jolted my psyche back into the horrid reality that i despised to the core of my soul. I shook my head and sighed. Jose was late.

At the corner of my eye I saw 2 figures rushing their way to a table near me. I closed my eyes shut and tried not to think about time for a while. My table shook slightly and i heard the chair move and creaked as it was sat on. Jose, I thought. What timing.

I opened my eyes and looked forward expecting to see an old friend’s weary face but instead, my hard gaze fell into a pool of dark brown eyes. My hard stare begin to waver and my lips cracked a smile. I looked for that apologetic grin that Jose always had when he knew he was at fault and there it was, to my left. He apologised and introduced me to a close friend of his. Raymond. What a common name to be given to such an uncommon person. I could feel the heat and all i could think of was how good looking this man was. I nodded and said hi. He smiled back the most wonderful smile ever given to me and it gave me butterflies. I felt like i was in high-school. He smiled at me, i thought. This man had actually smiled at me. I stopped myself short as i thought of how, again, this was apart of social conditioning. There was no other way to look at it. For the second time, I was pulled back into my reality as he grabbed my hand and shook it. It lingered in mid hand-shake for a moment or two and reveled in the comfort of each others palms. Curious, i thought. Strong and caring. That was what a simple handshake had told me.

My mind had made up its own. I like this man, it had told me. I had to agree.

Timeline

2006-07-03T14:21:00.000+08:00

So, it's been about 3 days since i had to finally grow up. 3 days ago i probably would be one of the most childish people you'd ever meet, considering i spew random lame jokes, prank people and laugh about absolutely everything and nothing at all. My life had been one huge living joke until exactly 7:15pm on Tuesday the 15th of july. Let me put out to all of you that i'm 27 years old and my husband left me with a noisy infant for another woman with big tits.

Big tits... what a stereotypical thing to do. Men. They think with they're balls, well, most of them do. I guess another thing is the fact that everyone gets old. The noisy infant that governs my life is my wonderful baby, Alicia. She's irritating, loud, smells half the time and is absolutely beautiful even if her father was an ass to the highest degree. Most of the time you can see me in the park cooing at her and being reminded that i should go out and join the game yet again. Even if i don't feel like it, every child needs a father.

Andreas is a twat, I married him because he asked nicely and i was pressured to do so. Families can be such a pain. I love his mom, dad and siblings but he's a little on the crooked side. I guess thats the initial attraction... I needed to fix him.

Well, i dont feel the need to fix something thats broken though so its a live and let live thing. Hearing my daughter cry snapped me back to reality. I need to find a nanny for my baby, I have to start work again. It's really horrible flipping through the newspaper trying to find a decent job. Standard requirements put me in place with every other person who needs finanial support. Right now, I feel as though the world had reared its ugly head once again and had eaten me up and spat me out like old gum.

Speaking of old gum, how long had i been chewing this piece? It's been hours since breakfast. I think it must be time for lunch, or even tea and i haven't heard from anyone at all. I picked up a red marker on the table and circled several posts. I hope my former boss would take me back. I was a partner of the firm.
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Andreas called up just now. He wants to see Alicia. All i could do was shrug my shoulders, he still is her father and we haven't signed the papers. I give up. I'm going to his parents tomorrow to talk about the divorce plans, they'll be devastated but at least i won't have to suffer and go into denial.
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Today, i walk into my in-law's house and tell them about my plans of singlemomdom. I hear them sigh as they shake their head. They never thought he, the loving and caring son, would do such a thing. I never thought so too until it happened. I shrugged my shoulders as the news ravaged mama. Her wrinkles more profound. My brother in-law, Antonio, just looked blankly at the wall as if to say 'i told you so' but the words just never came out of his mouth. Tears finally started to rain down my cheek and no matter how hard i try to stop it, it kept on going. I took a tissue and wiped each tear off reminding myself that it wasn't worth it.

Mama asked me if i wanted to stay in the their house until everything was finalised. I nodded, it would be good to get out of the place my heart got burnt. Antonio smiled weakly as i got up to pick Alicia up from her big-tit's house.

I spoke to big-tits and Andreas, trying my hardest not to start yelling, and told them they could stay in his house for all i cared and he would be given papers to sign shortly. He stood defiant. Oh, i wished i could punch him but that wouldn't be a good thing for my baby girl to see. I left the house, got into the car and started crying. I could see my baby stare at me through those deep brown eyes as if to tell me its all going to be all right. I hope it were so.
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Mama's house is so full of warmth and love, I could't understand why Andreas never let me visit them often enough and lately, Antonio had been helping me alot. I can't help but feel safe with him now even if it goes against all my principals. Alicia loves her uncle Antonio more than her father, i think. Her eyes light up every time Antonio walks in the room and she starts cooing compared to when her father walks in. It's like he doesn't exist to him. I feel sad for him.

The papers for the divorce have all finally been signed and i'm happy. Mama insisted that i stay. She told me that even if i'm not Andeas's wife, I'm still his childs' mother. Antonio had started to get really close to me. I'm okay with it. It's pretty much becasue i dont have Andreas's jealousy to take care of anymore. I think i'm starting to understand why Antonio was so quiet when i spoke to him.
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It's been a year now and i'm still living in mama's house, Antonio's spending alot of time and effort trying to court me. Mama didnt want me to go and marry someone else. She like having me around. Antonio is in love with me. For once in my life, i feel wanted and happy. Alicia is growing up strong and happy. She's getting more and more active now that she had started walking. Oh, the hassle of running after that child.

One night, something wonderful and somehow against my expectations, as i was talking with mama and papa, Atonio proposed and in shot in Andreas telling me not to do it. I shrugged and looked at Andreas with so much fury you could bake a muffin over it and said yes.
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Andreas attended the wedding and cried as he watched me become his brothers' wife. I smiled when i heard he had stopped seeing big-tits. He missed me too and wanted me back or so he said a few days ago. I don't believe him. I have Antonio now.
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It's now a long time since I finally had to grow up. Alicia is now joined by a pair of monster twins, Anette and Wakein. I live in a house a few blocks from mama's and i'm thankful for what she has done for me for the past few years. Mama is trully a blessing.

Something Amiss

2006-04-08T23:00:00.000+08:00

It started with a simple note. Rossa walked out of her room yawning. The misty air did nothing to help wake her up. She sat at her breakfast table breathing the cool morning breeze and looked on the tray brought to her by her housekeeper, Maude. Her fingers slid across several bills, flipping each one back onto the tray later to be picked up and opened. She rested on a small brown envalope which said 'Rossa.' With a flick of her hand, she ripped it open and read the appeasing contents.

From Kurt. Thats what the note ended with. Very short, very concise and very agitating. Who is this Kurt? From what she got in the letter: Tall, dark, handsome (she guessed), intelligent, sweet and sensual. Yummy. As yummy as she can get it out in the real world and he's playing it on her.

"Maude! Who brought this envalope?" she asked her housekeeper. Maude simply shrugged her shoulders and said that it was the same guy that brings the papers and the rest of the envalopes every morning. Rossa frowns while she folds the paper and puts it back into the envalope. She then kisses it. "My anonymous Romeo..." she mused.

The next day brought a second letter. This time beckoning her to go meet him. Prime location: Coffee Bean. She could feel her heart skip beats. What to wear, what to do, what to talk about, what the gentleman is like. She hasn't been this excited since she could remember. Nothing much brought her the tingly feeling anymore.

She stepped out of her chauffeured car into the glaring summer sun and walked towards the an empty seat. Table number 7 it said, just like it was stated in the letter. Five minutes later, a handsome man sat down beside her. I love you already, she thought.

Sniffles

2005-11-30T11:51:00.000+08:00

Sprawled out on the bed with two pillows, a ruffled up blanket and a nose full of snot, its easy to tell that Craheen was sick. She was rarely sick and on those particularly rare occations, the bacteria or viruses that attacked her came with reinforcements. She hated it with dispicable malice.

"Baria!" She screamed with a mellowed shriek of a blocked nose."Bar! I'b so sorry, bud gould yoo blease get me anoder box of tissue? I'b oud of de last wod"
Maria stepped through the door with her eyebrows ruffled in irritation
"Already? That's like, 5 boxes and it's not even 12 in the afternoon yet... and i'm busy making your chicken soup... Gimme a minute..."

Intensified Insanity.

2005-09-12T13:28:00.000+08:00

Christa woke as she heard a squeak from her daughter and looked around. Her eyes grew wide and stiffled a shreak as she saw what was a looming figure clutching her precious child.

"How 'bout i wring her precious little neck ad paint pretty pictures with her blood?" He grinned menacingly while gripping Alisa's throat with an iron fist.
"You bastard! Let her go!" Yelled Christa as she panicked at the sight off her defenceless daughter. "I'll do anything! Just let her go!"
"Anything now poppet? Anything i say? Absolutely aaanything?"
"Stop toying witth me! What do you want! I never did anything to you! My daughter never did anything! Let her fucking go!"
"Oh yes... Indrectly, you did do some disturbing things to me... To my family in particular. I've come back for revenge,"
"We did not do anything to you!" She yelled.
"Are you or are you not the decendants or Edgar Grisham?" He yelled back. The bulding shook as the dissonance of his voice ressonated throughout the room. It was unnatural. She shivered and broke out in cold sweat..

Painted pretty pictures,
In tiny blotches of red,
Fingers going through hair so black,
eyes so full of anger and hate.

He sang those eerie lines as Chrysta's panic rose further as her daughter was pushed from side to side. Thoughts of her daughter being thrown out or her tiny neck broken and a lifeless shell lay sprawled on the floor lay etched in her mind. God no... she thought. She slowly creeped towards her bed table and slid out the drawer as quietly as she could and took out her Smith and Wesson Revolver. Being a trained ballistics engineer, she was also fond of guns and other weapons and could double up as a temporary assassin if a financial situation reared its ugly head, she didn't have to aim for a perfect shot. She pulled the trigger and the bullet whizzed hitting the intruder square on his head. What should be a lifeless corpse now stood grinning at her with eyes full of malice. It jumped out the window carrying Alisa with it. Chrysta Screamed.

Beyond Love

2005-07-31T20:03:00.000+08:00

Helena started to walk slower as she felt the effect of the untested drug wore off prematurely. Her knees shuddered and began to collapse under her unruly weight. Mikael glanced at her in fear. Halfway up a mountain was the worst place for the drug to wear off.

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"Mike, i cant do this anymore," she growled in pain. "Its getting worse, the relapse isn't supposed to happen until next week!"
"Lena, it's alright. I can support you,"His eyes wide.
"Sure you can," she grinned ignoring the stabbing pain on her left thigh

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Helena protested as she was carried over Mikaels' shoulder
"Like i said, How can i not be able to carry my own voice of reason," He said as she smiled weakly and passed out.

The Dark

2005-07-22T20:00:00.000+08:00

I looked out the window. Rain. Loud pattering of huge water droplets hit the roof. The impact of the blast sends dust particles flying into the next available crevis sopping wet and cursing. Cursing. I thought about the horrible things i had said to a close friend. Something i should have kept to myself even though i knew she was wrong. Blinded by what she called love she let that animal treat her as he does. I frowned at the thought. Even large carnivores knew what that bastard was capable of.

Hatred. I felt the hurt caused onto one of my closest friends. She did not deserve it. She deserves something more. She deserved an angel. I walked into my kitchen and put the kettle on. Coffee. The smell of cuban roast was enough to push me into the deep recessess of my memory into a time when i met him. Within a few second, a simple man could destroy one of the few places i hold dear. I touched my cheek. The place she slapped me under the watchful grin of that monster she calls honey. Clayton. I growled his name in malice as the shriek of the kettle pierces the defening silence.

It has been two weeks since the incident. Time to pass the peace pipe. As always, I lay down my pride as the sacrificial lamb. My pride was bleeting in terror as i picked up the reciever and pressed down the numbers relating to her. It was ringing. She picked up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Macy, It's me,"
"You'd think i'd know your voice by now Keira. I've known you since we were in middle school,"
"Yea," i laughed. "I called to pass the peace pipe,"
"I could guess," i heard a smile. "I need to apolagise too. I thought about what you said and it's not an excuse to be with someone... i broke up with him,"
"Oh, sweetie, I'm so sorry," Was all i could say after a moments pause. Inside, I was putting out fireworks.
"No, you're not. You're just being nice... admit it,"
"Well, if you insist. so how 'bout we talk this over our usual coffee break. Say this Saturday, noon-ish?"
"Sure, but be well aware that im still pretty heartbroken,"
"That's just all i needed to hear. See you then,"

I put down the reciever and smiled. It wasn't as bad as i imagined it. Overlooking my pride which was chewed up and spat out, I sat in front of the idiot box, turned it on and quietly sipped my coffee.

Disfunctional Relationship

2005-05-02T23:18:00.000+08:00

Jodie sat sipping on her mocha latte while listening to her friends best friend Katie yap. She rolled her eyes to every sentence thinking at how shallow some people can be. Her attention was spaced as she thought of the good looking gentleman that held the door open for her as she entered the cafe.

Where is he anyway? He can't have just disappeared like that! Okay, lets re-think... He opened the door for me, and he was facing the counter so he WASN'T on his way out and i didn't see him leave, which means he's still in here...

Her train of thought ended at Katies rediculous phrase stating that she was "fat".

Bullshit!!! Bullshit!! that's the biggest load of bullshit i've ever heard in my life! She tought as she stood up and pulled a bazooka up from under the table and pointed it towards the maniacally thin Katie. "Take this you twig!" She said before she pulled the trigger. BANG! Katie flew to the other side of the cafe.

Jodie snapped out of her little daydream and shook her head. You knooow thats never gonna happen, she mused to herself as she smiled weakly towards Katie. Jodie's friend Laura just shook her head. Suddenly, as if by sheer will, Mr. Gentleman appeared next to her.
"Laura, Katie! Long time no see darlings! Honestly. you look faaaabulous in that... what is it? Channel? Gucci?" He grinned. Jodie panicked... Oh god! He's gay! What the hell? why is it all the perfect men are GAY!!! "And who might this beautiful woman be?" He continued as he looked at her. Jodie freaked and looked at Laura who just nodded and smiled.
"I'm Jodie, pleased to meet you Mister ummm..." she trailed off.
"Call me Mo. Anyway, I've to dash, work beckons, ciau my loves," He waved and walked off. Jodie was still dumbstruck as she watched him walk off.

"I think he likes you Jode," Laura piped in.
"You mean i just got hit on by a gay guy?"
"No, he's not gay! He's just british!"

Insanity Again...

2005-02-07T13:17:00.000+08:00

The same mundane routine... over and over again. I was not born to serve, i was born to control. But here i am, being controlled... from now on i think i shall call them the aliens. Yes they do controll me. Freedom is fantasy, much like flying broomsticks and perfect men falling from the sky with rain. And losing things. My alter ego just lost her wallet... someone stole it. Entirely her fault i say, she was being overly complacent with security. We must not be overly complacent with security for the aliens makes them as such. And damn the bastard who stole it.

I sit listening to Chavelle's new single called Vitamin R... which i must confirm is pretty damn good. I love the lyrics, my alter ego agrees for she's sitting right here listening with me, but she also says that we should listen to Slipknot's Duality... maybe later. We are both increpid and lackadaisical psychos. My other friend says we belong in Tanjung Rambutan along with the other twitties. Let us not listen to the friend shall we precioussssssssss....

Im really bored. This week has so far been a bust. And it's only Monday... whoopy! Alter-ego makes a good point on the theft issue... if it be found for whosoever stole it... she shall remove its splean and heart out via spine. Slowly. But thats not enough... she shall destroy!!! Mwahahahahahahahahaha!!! Okay, thats enough... i sound scary. And alter-ego just had a freakish idea and has resulted in momentary bliss... we shall not say what that is... mostly x-rated...

Anyways... off to another mundane Monday... and maybe even staying over at grannies for some quality time with dear aunt! The JOY!!! No seriously! I wont have to suffer a screaming relapse of this weeks screaming-marathon, mostly one sided. Yes... the mother issue... i mean... i love her... but die already! (heheheheh, i got that from a movie... something about wives...)

The Vampire.

2005-01-29T17:25:00.000+08:00

Just another one of my over dramatic porno dreams... but im not about to let on the gritty details... you figure it out.

Anyways... it all started as i shut my eyes to sleep. And like every normal person, when you wanna sleep you sleep, i slept. but not a few moments later i was awoken by the looming male figure over my bedside and i stopped breathing for a few moments. Seconds passed by and all i could do was stare. It wasn't one of the most comfortable moments ever... but ill live. It bent over and moved my face to the side, exposing my jugular vein. In my mind i shrieked... why couldn't i move! I have to move... what the hell is that dude trying to do? What the fuck is going on!!! Let me go you fucking bastard!! LET ME... I blacked out.

I woke up and i wasn't in my room anymore. It looked like i was on top a roof. The wind was blowing strong in my hair as i stood up... i realised, since when was my balance so good? And my vision... was never 20/20... so why now? Am i dead? Am i in the netherworld? And then i saw him... my adonis... my dead and cold yet wondering adonis. He moved towards me... grinning, i could see his fangs... and i felt my own with my tongue and i tasted blood. The wierd thing was it excited me in every way possible.

I was aroused and he knew it... he came and pinned me on the roof... struggling was futile as i knew what was coming. There was nothing i could do, nothing anyone could do to stop a vampire from getting what it wanted. I stopped moving and let him do as he pleased. I heard his triumphant growl as we made love under the stars. The noise we made to my newly heightened hearing was unbearable... but the touch, smell and sight was one to be reckoned with... oragsmic limitations came to and we ended the pleasure. I sighed and weeped as i realised that i was finally one of the dead

Blood and sex, i thought, never felt so good. I woke up.

That Woman...

2005-01-28T13:50:00.000+08:00

Everyone has a mother... i happen to have a very irritating one... and when i say rritating, i mean SUPER irritating. She nags about everything... clothes, shoes, boys... and then she expects me to be close to her? NEVER! I shall never, not in a million years, treat her as a friend. That fine line i shall not cross. But as a daughter, i do have an obligation to take care of her and thats as far as it goes. I shall repay every deed in the form of help. Not because i love and respect her but because it is my duty to do so. My duty and heritage.

She has been putting me down ever since i was born. Picking on me, picking on me... and well, basically picking on me. Makes me think, i should have been born in another era where i might prove to be usefull instead of this mundane time wich demands hard work and zombie-like producivity... there is no more life in life,,, no more pride in work... no more joy in play... everythig is simulated and reduced into dribble by the god-forsaken government, Which makes me wonder if i should have been killed instead of let lived. So many times have i tought about self inflicted pain... but then again that double the misery so why do it?

Then it comes to the part where some people actally do practice self-inflited pain... they said it halps deal with depression and peer pressure. I say BULLSHIT! Bull shit is a sunny day compared to that BULLSHIT! some people should stop self inflicted pain and lamenting on their own problems and live life head on... its helps to cry. Crying doesnt leave scars and it decreases emotional burden. It's been proven. Trust me...

Who am i talking to? Who are you? Do you care? I need a life.

It Began...

2005-01-25T15:20:00.000+08:00

What did? Definitely not life, I'm sure of that 'cos i was born a long time ago. I mean, look at me... I'm young, adventurous, sarcastic and brilliantly foolish. It's all when there is nothing left on the telly except some really built dudes chopping wood, what do you call them? umm... woodcutters? Nope... jackhammers... hahahaha... kidding, well i forgot. I hope i never get that lame... knock on wood.
*knock-knock*

Anyways, here i am listening to rythm and blues and chilling in my own time until something exciting crosses my path. When that is even i have no idea... but then again, my new years' resolution was to be more outgoing so that means i have to go and trash some parties.
*yawn*

I think i'll go do that... or maybe just take a nap and face the world in the morning.