My Fariytale~

Oh-my-GOD!



I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him at the park! I watched him with predator eyes. He was so handsome, I could never take my eyes off him. I knew that from the first time I met him, I would love him forever. I knew that when I first laid eyes on him, we were meant to be. I knew that when I touched him, he felt the electricity that pierced through our skin, that tingling sensation. I knew, I knew. I used to know everything... But now, when I see him in the park, the place he broke off with me three years ago, I don't know anything anymore...


I used to be the most popular girl in school. Every girl wanted to be my best friend, every guy wanted to go out with me. From that break-up onwards, I knew I would always be a "used-to-be". A "used-to-be" high school student; a "used-to-be" the most popular, a "used-to-be" having someone tailing me all the time. All those "used-to-be"s have been chucked away by me. I threw them in a wastepaper basket like a pile of rotten tomatoes. Everything started and ended with that break-up with "him", but of course, I never blamed him... I loved him, and I couldn't stop loving him.


I was the popular girl in school but he was just nerd. He was always bullied and... you know the rest. Nerds. I never knew him when he was a nerd. Or more likely, I never knew he was a nerd. He never wore glasses and he always looked so good. He had a great personality and everything. I was a cheerleader and I always expected to see him playing some sport but I never did. I actually stalked him....

Who knew he never played sports, or more like he sucked at them. One day when I was heading back from Drama Class, I caught him in the lab. There he was, sitting attentively, like a little puppy. Then I started to see him more often. I purposely skipped a few minutes of Drama Class to have a peek at him. Of course, being popular has it's bad points too. I had loyal followers who would follow me around everyday. Every time I wanted to sneak a glance at him, I had to make sure there were no eyes on me. I would be so busted if the guy I was dating at that time caught me checking out another guy.


I had a feeling he never noticed me at all, so I went to higher measures. I purposely knocked into him once and I fell on the floor. He, of course, was quite confused and shocked. I, has many observers and guys who wanted to help me up. But I didn't want any guy, I wanted him, and only him. I tried not to make eye contact because they would know how desperately I wanted him. I had to try to get up myself, then I saw it. His hand. He put out his hand to help me up, I was ecstatic! I smiled and him and took his hand and I could feel that electrical jolt passing through my entire body and I knew he felt it too because he blushed.

"S... Sorry!" he said it and he ran down the hall. I tried to catch him after school and luckily, I did. I wanted to ask him out, but it seemed weird for a popular girl like me to ask a nerd like him out. So I thought of a reason. When I asked him, I said, "Honey, I owe you for helping me out just now. Thanks. Would you like to grab a cup of coffee later?"


He was dumbfounded. But maybe it was because I said "Honey". I smiled, "Are you free now? I will treat you." He never gave me an answer to that question, he just looked at me. Frustrated, I said, "Come, my treat." I practically pulled him to the coffee shop. He ordered a bottle of mineral water and when I asked why, he said, "I'm allergic to caffeine." That shut me up just right. But we started talking not long after. It was more like I was talking because he hardly spoke. In the end, I wanted to give up on him. He was hopeless! But he did something I never see him do: he smiled at me. I was very pleased with myself. Then he popped the million dollar question that melted my heart into goo, "Would you like to catch a movie sometime? I feel bad knocking you down then having you treat me for this bottle of water." He blushed and looked aside, and that was all he needed to do to make him fall in love with him.

We became steady after a few dates. A lot of people were shocked. A popular girl and a nerd. Who would ever guess? But he was just so cute, and he never looked nerdy. We dated for a long time. We were so much in love. Then it was senior high. We were still dating at that time. We broke off around summer. He picked a great time to break up with me. Two days before summer vacation. He knew I would take time to recover. Oh, he was so considerate! It hurt me as much as it touched me to know he still loved me when he demoted our relationship.


On that day, spring flowers were fading and summer ones were blooming. He brought me a bonquet of my favourite flowers then he told me, “Kathy, you know I love you, and I always will. But our future is more important than our love. Kath, I love you, and I’ll miss you. I know this will hurt you as much as it will hurt me. Kath, let’s break up” He did not look at me when he said “let’s break up”. My heart was shattered and I asked him why. He said he needed to concentrate on his studies and he wouldn’t be available to be with me. I told him that we could get back together after graduation, he said he needed to go to Chicago to work for college. I was devastated and he knew it.


He lifted my chin and wiped away my tears with his thumb but my tears welled up and started falling again, I opened my mouth to talk but he put his finger on my lips and shook his head. I could see the sadness in his eyes, then very faintly, on my lips, he placed a kiss. Then he said, “Hush, don’t cry.” He embraced me and whispered in my ears, “I will come back for you. I will, I promise. But don’t wait for me, you should date a new guy as soon as you get one, regain your perfect life, boys and popularity, everything. I will come back here one day, if we meet in this park, it means we’re meant to be, if we don’t.... You are better off without me.” I wanted to protest, to tell him I’d wait a million years for him, but the words were caught in my throat and all that came out were sobs.


I skipped school for the next two days, knowing I would break down in tears the minute I lay eyes on him. My eyes were bloated and sore of crying too much; my voice was rough and my nose was blocked. I cried for weeks. I parents didn’t try to bother with my love life but this time when they saw me like this, they asked me what happened. I didn’t want to tell them, but I did anyway, I wanted somebody to share my feelings with, I wanted a shoulder to cry on and I wanted my parents to be the ones who would be there for me.


When I returned to school after summer vacation, my friends asked why did I break up with him. I told them we were going to break up anyway, so it was not big deal. My heart broke into thousands of pieces whenever they asked me that. I knew he told everybody that I broke up with him to retain my reputation. We graduated and he went to Chicago, I never saw him since. I tried to search him on Facebook but I couldn’t find him. I tried every social site but I got nothing.

Days became weeks and weeks became months. Everyday I would go back to the same park where we broke up just to feel his mild presence. It was the only happiness I could gain, to feel his long gone presence. Soon, days became years. 3 years in fact, until I could finally set my eyes on his solid body. At first I couldn’t believe it, it looked surreal, I wondered if my imagination was playing tricks on me.


I walked towards him, touched him and felt that electrical jolt that pierced through our bodies when we first touched. It couldn’t be anyone else! He turned to look at me and he smiled the warmest smile I ever saw!


“Hello, Kathy,” his eyes was filled with love. I nodded, “Kyle. How have you been?” He smiled again and said, “Let’s go get some coffee and catch up.” We went to the same place where we had our first date. He ordered a bottle of mineral water again.


“So, Kathy, have have you been?”


“Since the day you left for Chicago, I hardly ever left home.” I chuckled.


“I could tell, you lost your tan.”


“So what did you do in Chicago?”


“I worked in a bar and got a decent pay. I got a scholarship to study biological engineering in UCLA.”


“California?”


“Yeah.” He nodded.


“So... Did you... Date anybody?”

“Nope,” he shook his head and chuckled, “I could never forget about you.” Then he looked at me, “So, found any guy?”

“Never,” I said, “I couldn’t stop thinking about you.” He smiled.

This is our fairytale coming true.

-END-

This is me trying to write a serious love story. Why am I trying to write a love story anyway? It's because I write too much kill stuff so I'm trying to "broaden my horizons".

Where are you, my Juliet?

I wandered through the streets. I watched the shadows of busy men bustling about the hectic city. Another day to live, another day to suffer.

How long has it been since I last saw her? That beautiful face with that breath-taking smile to match and with those almond-like eyes. Boy, did I miss her. Where are you, my love? Where are you? Where art thou, my Juliet?

I first laid eyes on that angelic face on a summer's night. She glowed with pure radiance and shined under the moonlight. She caught my eyes as she caught my heart. To me, it was love at first sight. Her beauty was immense, it filled my whole night. She glanced at me for less than a second, and my heart leapt with joy! She noticed me for the first time! Although as happy as I was, I was infinitely embarrassed, she caught me staring straight at her like a dumb fool! She giggled for just that brief moment, and it meant everything to me. I knew for sure she liked me!

I approached her, confident as I was, only to be turned down and get my pride stepped on. But I did not complain, nor did I breathe a word on this. How could I, a man like me, ever date a girl like that? But a man can have desires, and what I desired was her soft scent close to me.

I saw her only once, and it was on that summer's night. I caught her eyes at me only for that brief moment when she looked at me. From that millisecond, I could tell, she was beautiful inside and out. A pure angel brought down from the heavens. Dear God, I miss her so.

I wander on the same street that I last saw her. Walking, watching, peeking at every corner, hoping to catch one last glimpse at that pretty face. How long have I done that until it has become my daily routine? How long has it been until it has become my route to work and back? How long?

Dear me, I cannot recall. It was on the summer of 96. It has been years. I wonder if she had changed; I wonder if she is still single. I miss her, I miss her, for years I have longed for her. But sadly, never once have I saw her since that summer night of 96. If only I could see her again, I would tell her how much I have longed for her, how long I have waited for her. If only she would reappear...

I do not care if she has a husband, nor do I care if she has children, I have to see her, I have to tell her, my heart is aching with tears. Where, oh, where could she be? My darling Juliet, where are you?!

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END OF STORY

This is not a sequel of the Black Eagle, this is just another stupid story I managed to conjure up in the middle of the night. I have no life >.<

The Black Eagle : The Voice

She took off early, saying she had a bad stomach ache. Dina headed back to her lonely apartment. The voice in her head was whizzing again.

Kid, why are you going back early?

Didn't you listen? I said I had a bad stomach ache.

You don't look like it, kid.

Tell me, did I... Did you kill that woman?

What woman ya talking bout?

The one, that one, the cut up one... On the street below our apartment..

Oh, THAT woman. Don't bother, kid, she's not worth your time.

But she died! Killed, more likely, and it was on our street!

Kid, there's many coincidences in the world. This is just one of them. Don't take it to the heart.

Dina could not keep secrets from the voice in her head. It knew everything about Dina but she knows nothing about it. It could keeps secrets from Dina, it could use Dina's body for it's own purpose. Before it died, it was known as "The Black Eagle". The most famous hired assassin. No police would dare interfere with the Eagle's job. Never once was the Eagle caught, never once was it seen. It's voice would only be heard by its pitiful victims.

Dina felt tired when she reached her empty apartment. She thought about her broken family. She had none. Her mother disappeared when she was eight months old, her father remarried and left her when she was thirteen. Up till now, she has managed to escape the evil social workers who want to put her in a foster home. Unfortunately, she met a voice that went into her body. That voice was not a kind voice but kind enough. It helped her through hard times. When she had no money and had to scrounge for food, the voice knew exactly where to get them. When she needed money for school and a place to stay, the voice led her to it. She knows that the voice was once a real life person. One that is not very kind, but kind enough. She uses the belongings of the voice and never asks for more. She is grateful that she has the voice to guide her, but she is also scared, because sometimes, the voice can control her body when she is unconscious and do anything at all.

To be continued..


Finally! My sequel!! I hope you guys enjoy it!! Sorry it's so short though >.<

Blogg...

How long has it been since my last post? 10? 11? 12 days? Ah, well, I got caught up in school, now it's the very thing I despise... But that's no reason not to write up something incredibly stupid, right?

Yeah, I have nothing for you guys today. My mind is totally blank. Seriously.

Maybe if I keep writing and writing something will come up. Do you think it's possible?

I think so. But lately I've always been in a bad mood, so I'm not sure if my "writing aura" will come out and hit me. I hope so, I so don't want to have nothing interesting to put up here...

Has my blog been collecting dusts and cobwebs? I hope not. Well then, I hope this post will be able to clean it up a little, although it has been seriously messy... Hasn't it?

I'm still not done with the Black Eagle short story series, please bear with me if you actually read that. And I have the Clock Child series awaiting my dust and pan. Hmm, my exams will be nearing, so wish me luck, until then, unless I get a hit on my head, it's bye for now.

lets

hatred... revenge...
anger... disappointment...
murder... suicide...

apologies to all present, i'm just not feeling up to beat today.
why do i choose to write when i'm in a bad mood?
easy. i'll take out all my damned anger on this webpage.
therefore, let me apologize for all the things i'm gonna say.

i hate almost everything in my life right now.
i get pissed every now and then at home...
the few things i've hated never changed, it just became longer...
now what i hate most is life.
my life. it ain't no use tryna live it now, it's already so damned messed up...
i rather die in this stage than wait for it to be over, cuz it would be way too long.
and i've waited a tad bit too long.
there's so many ways so committing suicide... however shall i choose?
stabbing would be too painful, cutting myself would be torture... i want a fast, painless death.
yes, i know, i'm picky. gotta live with that too. no thanks!
where can i get a whole bottle of sleeping pills, that would do the trick, i'll take em all at night and be dead in the morning. good shock eh? nobody would know why i did it.
sorry, but life's a bit too hard on me. i can't take it
seriously, is there any way to die? i mean, i'd like being in a coma, it'd be fine. get hit by a car and injure my brain. lose all self consciousness and fall into deep sleep. how bout that? that'd be great!
at least i won't feel a thing when i die then
let's just die...

Where art thou?

Even the littlest light went out,

Where art thou, light?

Even the littlest stars dimmed,

Where art thou, bright?

There are only four lines in my poem. What do you think it means?? Leave a comment about your opinion.

My "Alice in Wonderland" Day

My “Alice in Wonderland” Day

It was just another normal, boring day. My sisters were watching Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Charlie was at the entrance and the little wood things were singing “Willy Wonka, Willy Wonka” then it caught fire and the music went “ugh”… But I was out, ling on the soft greens in the backyard, watching the beautiful clouds change shape. Until something amazing caught my eye.

It was a bird, nay, a plane, nay, it was an eagle! No doubt about it! With its magnificently built structure, its golden wings and its red-brown beak, it flew with majestic power. It made its slaves love and adore it, respect and follow it. I, was a victim of its enchantment as well, it lured me away from my safe backyard, away from my secure home, into a dark, dark pit.

I fell aimlessly, not knowing where I would land nor when I would hit solid ground. I felt liberty and freedom flowing furiously through my veins. It felt wonderful. The feeling of felling, falling blindly. Fear was exhilarating; it gave me strength and power. The strength to overcome the rising fear, the power of knowing where and when I was going to land. Of course, it would be a hard, cold, floor board in three, two, one!

It was a room. I was in a room. There were doors, many doors. There was a table, a small little bottle was placed on it. Beside it, a key. I was not desperate to get out. Somehow, the feeling was familiar. I had been there before. Once, maybe. I took the key to try the doors, but none opened. I found a curtain and I moved it aside, there, I saw, a small door.

The key fit perfectly and the door opened. Unfortunately, it was not my size. Something told me to drink the mixture in the vile on the table, I drank. I did not know what was happening the second after. All of a sudden, everything looked so gigantic. Was the room getting bigger, or was I getting smaller? I saw the bright light shining through the tiny door it used to be. The light was beaming, luring me into it. Again, I was enchanted by the luminous light. I walked through the door and into a different world.

It was a world I knew not of. The plants towered over the ground; the flowers were as big as trees from where I came from. It was beautiful. The scene was amazingly breathtaking. There were no poles with electrical wires, no drains, no subways. Better still, no cement! I was in a world that embraced nature as one, a mighty, majestic world.

My adventures there did not last long. I met the eagle that took me there; I met the Cobbler, Tom Cat and Sherry the Squirrel who had tea parties all day long. I met the Queen of Spades who loved black roses and golden eagles. I also met the Hushed Hound who could disappear and reappear anytime he wanted. And, of course, no adventure would be complete without meeting Absolum, the ant with wisdom that was so great, it gave out a kingly aura.

I was mystified by their undying jolliness. I, too, joined in with their craziness. It was fun while it lasted, but time flies when you are having fun. In the end, I had to leave, I had chores to finish, questions to answer and things to do. Goodbye was painful, but it had to happen anyway. I gave them my wristwatch as a memento, the Queen gave me a deck of Spades cards, Sherry gave me a teaspoon, the Cobbler gave me little shoe key chains, Tom Cat gave me a wee tea cup and the Hound gave me a weird object that I could not make heads or tail out of. Absolum, of course, gave me nothing, only words that I could not decipher.

At last, I left the joyous world and back to the greens on my backyard. I sat on the grass, and reached for my pocket and what I thought was a dream, was not. The items given by my dear friends in the other world were in my hand, my watch was no longer on my wrist. Although it felt good knowing what happened really did happen, it also felt strange, distant and blur.

In the house, Charlie and the Chocolate Factory was finishing. The cast was rolling. It was the end of my unusual day.