The night was silent. The sounds of animals and insects strangely silenced. A group of hunters numbering 6 was stealthily treading the dangerous terrain in search of food for their village. There was a strange unexplainable phenomena happening in the village where food would not grow and where water began pooling one day the next that very same spot was as barren as the desert.
The hunters suddenly heard a roar that sounded as if it came from the bowel's of hell. All the hunters dropped to their knees in fear for as long as the roar lasted. After taking a moment to steel their hearts they began getting up, they were afraid, confused and perhaps, doomed yet they still continued moving around the plains into a forested area. They had no choice for if they did not bring back food that night their people would starve. When they reached the forested area, their luck seemed to turn good as they found an abundance of animals such as deer. They took their time to down the deer and other animals before tying them up and headed home.
On the return trip the hunters felt a sudden unease in their hearts as they suddenly remembered the roar. They didn't know where it came from or even what it was. Fearing for their village now, they rushed back as fast as they could with the food in tow. When they arrived at the village, they could not believe their eyes. The village looked as if it was attacked by an entire army. The guards laid dead at their posts, their body minced into pieces, the men of the village lay dead in front of the chapel. A lone hunter went inside the chapel to see if his worse fears were true. As he stepped inside the chapel, his worst fears were confirmed as he saw the bodies of the women and children carelessly tossed around. He walked around checking if any were alive. Suddenly, he heard the wailing of a single child coming from near the stand. He ran to the stand and found the child covered in white silk untouched by the carnage.
The hunter brought the child out of the chapel to meet with the other hunters. The hunters were slowly coming out each building, their faces filled with despair. They slowly began noting the damages. The buildings were mostly unscathed save those that had people thrown into them. Whatever it was clearly came just to kill them. They decided that it was not safe here and they made their way to the city. They vowed they would avenge their town. As for the child, it was named Gabriel. And this is his story.
End part one.
Author's notes
Didn't want it to be a two or three parter. it just happened, tbc.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
short for july
The streets alive with a festival. Dancers displaying their grace and athleticism, musicians playing tunes both familiar and not so. There were also many minor games such as archery and wresting being held. The atmosphere of the festival is that of merry making. The streets filled with many stalls selling many trinkets and rarely found items. There was also a pub area close to the center of the street where people would gather together to drink and be merry. The pub area also had a very thick air of smoke about from all sorts of thinks people smoke from pipes to drugs.
In the back alleys of the streets, muscled men rush around carrying all sorts of barrels from those with food to the prizes for the games. They hurriedly but carefully open the storage boxes from which they then distribute the goods among the merchants. They are the ones who dispose of the trash the merrymakers leave and they are also the one stealthily keeping the peace. After the initial buzz these men slowly ease up and relax
The day slowly turns to night and the merry making begins to slow down. The back alley army awakens and starts clearing the mess that was left behind. With speed and unparalleled precision they cleared up the mess. The morning the day after the carnival, the carnival area was empty, no trash, no beer, no nothing that could indicate yesterday's festivities could be found. Most people who pass by wonder what happen to the mess but only the few who worked closely with the festival official knew who were the ones so capable of doing suck a feat overnight.
Without recognition or fame, just their monthly pay. The men gather their things and head for their next job.
Short for July. Not very good
In the back alleys of the streets, muscled men rush around carrying all sorts of barrels from those with food to the prizes for the games. They hurriedly but carefully open the storage boxes from which they then distribute the goods among the merchants. They are the ones who dispose of the trash the merrymakers leave and they are also the one stealthily keeping the peace. After the initial buzz these men slowly ease up and relax
The day slowly turns to night and the merry making begins to slow down. The back alley army awakens and starts clearing the mess that was left behind. With speed and unparalleled precision they cleared up the mess. The morning the day after the carnival, the carnival area was empty, no trash, no beer, no nothing that could indicate yesterday's festivities could be found. Most people who pass by wonder what happen to the mess but only the few who worked closely with the festival official knew who were the ones so capable of doing suck a feat overnight.
Without recognition or fame, just their monthly pay. The men gather their things and head for their next job.
Short for July. Not very good
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Short.
An eerie silence fills the savannah. The wild cheering and hooting of the wild tribes are nowhere to be heard. Missing too are the sounds of the animals. The land where many deemed unconquerable seemed subdued at this precious moment in time. Time seemed to inch very slowly in this place.
A man, who was lying still on the ground, slowly got up and began looking around. He was not at all disturbed by the strange scene that was before him. He had spent nights upon nights here and never did he find any other living thing save the trees. He also never grew tired nor did he need to feed or drink. It was something that this man had grown used to. His every moment was filled with immense loneliness. He sighed as he saw no one else had come.
The man resignedly sat on a rock and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt the touch of warm gentle arms around him. He turned around and saw her. He began tearing and held her close. She smiled at him as he fixed her eyes upon her. They then held their gazes on each other before they just turned to the west and walked off.
A blaze, its fire’s dancing seductively reaching out to the skies. Men and women dancing feverishly around the fire. Sacrifices and gifts lay around the blaze. The wife of the former chief lay close to death in a grave beside her husband’s old grave. As the wife of the former chief drew her last breath, the dancing reached suddenly reached new heights of fervor then abruptly stopped. Mourning began and the body was buried. The sacrifices and gifts were buried around the graves. Then the wife’s body was lit ablaze as her husband’s before her before finally being buried.
The man and woman from before dancing happily in their eerie world, glad after being reunited after so long.
A man, who was lying still on the ground, slowly got up and began looking around. He was not at all disturbed by the strange scene that was before him. He had spent nights upon nights here and never did he find any other living thing save the trees. He also never grew tired nor did he need to feed or drink. It was something that this man had grown used to. His every moment was filled with immense loneliness. He sighed as he saw no one else had come.
The man resignedly sat on a rock and closed his eyes. Suddenly he felt the touch of warm gentle arms around him. He turned around and saw her. He began tearing and held her close. She smiled at him as he fixed her eyes upon her. They then held their gazes on each other before they just turned to the west and walked off.
A blaze, its fire’s dancing seductively reaching out to the skies. Men and women dancing feverishly around the fire. Sacrifices and gifts lay around the blaze. The wife of the former chief lay close to death in a grave beside her husband’s old grave. As the wife of the former chief drew her last breath, the dancing reached suddenly reached new heights of fervor then abruptly stopped. Mourning began and the body was buried. The sacrifices and gifts were buried around the graves. Then the wife’s body was lit ablaze as her husband’s before her before finally being buried.
The man and woman from before dancing happily in their eerie world, glad after being reunited after so long.
Saturday, May 10, 2008
Mothers Dedication
A dedication to all mothers
First of before I begin my tale. I'd like to wish my mother Happy Mothers Day. She has been an inspiration to my life since primary school. She always inspired me to do better and always made me look at myself critically and analyze myself so that I would be able to know my own faults and always keep a level head and make the right decisions. She is also the reason I have become a better person this day and a better person every day after. My mother is also the source where I get my ability in language and she is where I turn to when in need of help in my studies. I strive this day to better heights thanks to my mother. Thank you mom, and have a very happy mother's day.
And to my other mother, Nadia, who despite being only the same age as me has shown maturity beyond her years and manages to be an excellent mother figure to me. She has always been there to stop me from doing many stupid things that could have led me down a really bad path. She has also become sort of my moral support always there to give encouragement to do good and study and all that stuff. Though I struggle to find the words to describe my gratitude, I would like to offer my most sincere thanks for always being there when I needed you, whether you know I needed you or not.
And with that I begin my short story.
A child playing in the park with his friends, he fell down and got cuts all over his knees. He started to tear up but he put up a brave front. He got up and walked to the side and sulked while the other children played. Not missing a beat his mother came up to him and nursed his wounds. He was a little embarrassed by it so he turned his face away and pretended not to care. His mother didn't care as she diligently nursed his wound with a caring look on her face.
A teenager comes home from school and dirties the floor. His mother cleans it up and tells him not to dirty the floor next time. The teenager only shrugs and goes into his room. His mother tells him to study but he ignores her and keeps using the computer and surfs the net. She is angry that he does not study but she keeps calm and never shows that she is angry.
A man wants to get married but his mother doesn't like the bride he has chosen. Although she isn't happy. She only wishes for her son to be happy so she gives them her blessing to get married. After the marriage her son ignores her and lives happily with his wife and rarely visiting. His mother doesn't mind and she is even glad that her son is happy.
A funeral and the mother is no more. Her son cries and weeps at her funeral. He knew he should have shown her more appreciation. From the time he hurt himself up to his marriage with the girl he knew she clearly despised. But alas it is too late for that. He is forever left with a feeling of regret for never showing her any appreciation.
I wouldn't like to be like that man. Please, show our Mothers, our own personal angels, that we care and we appreciate them for all the effort. Thank You
First of before I begin my tale. I'd like to wish my mother Happy Mothers Day. She has been an inspiration to my life since primary school. She always inspired me to do better and always made me look at myself critically and analyze myself so that I would be able to know my own faults and always keep a level head and make the right decisions. She is also the reason I have become a better person this day and a better person every day after. My mother is also the source where I get my ability in language and she is where I turn to when in need of help in my studies. I strive this day to better heights thanks to my mother. Thank you mom, and have a very happy mother's day.
And to my other mother, Nadia, who despite being only the same age as me has shown maturity beyond her years and manages to be an excellent mother figure to me. She has always been there to stop me from doing many stupid things that could have led me down a really bad path. She has also become sort of my moral support always there to give encouragement to do good and study and all that stuff. Though I struggle to find the words to describe my gratitude, I would like to offer my most sincere thanks for always being there when I needed you, whether you know I needed you or not.
And with that I begin my short story.
A child playing in the park with his friends, he fell down and got cuts all over his knees. He started to tear up but he put up a brave front. He got up and walked to the side and sulked while the other children played. Not missing a beat his mother came up to him and nursed his wounds. He was a little embarrassed by it so he turned his face away and pretended not to care. His mother didn't care as she diligently nursed his wound with a caring look on her face.
A teenager comes home from school and dirties the floor. His mother cleans it up and tells him not to dirty the floor next time. The teenager only shrugs and goes into his room. His mother tells him to study but he ignores her and keeps using the computer and surfs the net. She is angry that he does not study but she keeps calm and never shows that she is angry.
A man wants to get married but his mother doesn't like the bride he has chosen. Although she isn't happy. She only wishes for her son to be happy so she gives them her blessing to get married. After the marriage her son ignores her and lives happily with his wife and rarely visiting. His mother doesn't mind and she is even glad that her son is happy.
A funeral and the mother is no more. Her son cries and weeps at her funeral. He knew he should have shown her more appreciation. From the time he hurt himself up to his marriage with the girl he knew she clearly despised. But alas it is too late for that. He is forever left with a feeling of regret for never showing her any appreciation.
I wouldn't like to be like that man. Please, show our Mothers, our own personal angels, that we care and we appreciate them for all the effort. Thank You
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Saturday, March 15, 2008
The Decision Cast Arc 2
My soul drifted in my hell. My mind concentrated to fend off the pain I was being subjected to. I had long lost the ability to distinguish what was happening around me save the torture being inflicted. Suddenly, I felt the pain the torture was inflicting become less and less, as if they were finally letting up. The room began lightening up, slowly, as if to allow my eyes to adjust to the light. I felt myself slowly floating downwards and for the first time in ages I felt the floor. As I my feet touched the floor.. I immediately fell forward, They were in pain and not accustomed to my weight after so long without use.
As I was there,laying on the floor in helplessness, the men in white from before opened the door and came in to clean my wounds. My mind was filled with questions, why? who? how long has it been?, But as I was about to open my mouth to ask, one of the men spoke and told me to be patient and all the details will come with time. I was lifted of the floor and put on a stretcher and carried out of the room to an infirmary. I had no idea what was going to happen to me but all I could do was wait.
As I was lying in the infirmary bed I pondered to what could have been the reason behind my release. Not much later there was a man with a noble face and strongly built frame and dressed in black garbs, totally contrasting the people around him who were dressed in white, walked into the room. He looked very important so I tried to stand to bow but he said in an intimidating voice to stay on the bed. He motioned to his attendees for a chair and soon he was seated in front of me.
Give or take five minutes later, he began talking. He said "You're probably wondering why you are here and not suffering. Well the answer is that you're of need elsewhere, back in the world where you came from. A battle will erupt there which will shape the galaxy and you shall have to join the rest of those we have released to gather the living and lead them in the battle. This will be your first step to redemption. We shall speak more soon."
With that the man and his entourage left the room. I was left there thinking how this would resemble a scene straight out of a fantasy movie back home, but hey, it was a chance.
Authors Notes :
Blogger screwed up on me, Formatting dead and crap, also stupid cliche'd story but hey, I want to include fighting. :)
As I was there,laying on the floor in helplessness, the men in white from before opened the door and came in to clean my wounds. My mind was filled with questions, why? who? how long has it been?, But as I was about to open my mouth to ask, one of the men spoke and told me to be patient and all the details will come with time. I was lifted of the floor and put on a stretcher and carried out of the room to an infirmary. I had no idea what was going to happen to me but all I could do was wait.
As I was lying in the infirmary bed I pondered to what could have been the reason behind my release. Not much later there was a man with a noble face and strongly built frame and dressed in black garbs, totally contrasting the people around him who were dressed in white, walked into the room. He looked very important so I tried to stand to bow but he said in an intimidating voice to stay on the bed. He motioned to his attendees for a chair and soon he was seated in front of me.
Give or take five minutes later, he began talking. He said "You're probably wondering why you are here and not suffering. Well the answer is that you're of need elsewhere, back in the world where you came from. A battle will erupt there which will shape the galaxy and you shall have to join the rest of those we have released to gather the living and lead them in the battle. This will be your first step to redemption. We shall speak more soon."
With that the man and his entourage left the room. I was left there thinking how this would resemble a scene straight out of a fantasy movie back home, but hey, it was a chance.
Authors Notes :
Blogger screwed up on me, Formatting dead and crap, also stupid cliche'd story but hey, I want to include fighting. :)
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentines.
Diary Entry, Feb 14th.
I lay awake on my bed, unable to sleep because of excitement. I was excited because today was the 14th of February, or better known as valentines day to people, and that today was the day I finally decided to confess to the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful I tell ya, shoulder length hair, beautiful black eyes that seemed to peer into your soul and the most.. well for lack of better words, AWESOME smile I have ever seen. And she wasn't just beautiful she had an awesome personality, she was friendly, encouraging, smart, athletic, and so much more! I was excited and nervous but I had it all planned, wake up early and head off to school with flowers, chocolate and the card I had made myself. I nearly kicked myself the other day when I decided to make the card, it would have seemed so totally lame but I was going to lay it all on the line. It was do or die now.
I arrived at school much earlier than usual and made for her table. She was in the class next door you see but I'd never have the guts to talk to her whenever we passed each other in the hall. I mean hey! It's not like you can just casually to the one you're having a crush on right? Anyways I sneaked into class with the help with the school guard, great guy he is, and put the stuff on her table and then made my way to my class for a nap. I guess the adrenaline you get from excitement really does disappear right after you finally get it done eh? or maybe it was the lack of sleep but same difference. Haha
Well anyways let me see, we'll skip past the me waking up and all the classes for now eh? It was boooooring. Anyways now it's lunch break and I was just sitting around near the canteen and then I saw her walking to the canteen hand in hand with another guy. Man that sucked but hey I guess I should have moved faster right? I was reaaally depressed about that so I just went back to class and spent the rest of the day in a daze walking around. When the last bell sounded I quickly made my way out of the school. Just as I was about to leave school though I heard her call out my name from behind.
I turned around and saw her running at me with the guy from before being dragged along. I was about to panic and run away but she managed to grab me in time. She then said how she loved the stuff I gave her and said she'd love to be my valentine and that she was looking for me during our lunch break. Of course my heart leapt for joy but I asked her who was this guy she was holding hands with. She gave a chuckle and explained that it was her older brother and that they she was real affectionate with him. Man I nearly burst out laughing right there, getting all depressed over nothing.
Well let's skip ahead abit, next thing I know we were saying goodbye to her brother and were walking hand in hand to the mall. We had a blast there and such but the most wicked part was that all my shyness from before apparently evaporated. I guess her personality made it real easy for me to talk and stuff. Well we hanged at the mall till her parents called her and told her to go home. I then walked her home, (man it was far but man was it worth it) when we arrived at her doorstep she kissed me goodbye, giggled and went in. I just stood there shocked. My first kiss with the girl of my dreams. This day was definitely going my way. Anyways I got home, my parents weren't home yet so I grabbed some crackers and here I am writing this.
Oh man I gotta run, my parents just called me and told me to go to the restaurant nearby. I'll write more later. x)
Mood : Hyperly Happy!
February 16th News Report.
A boy was found lying dead in a ditch yesterday, his stuff all taken away save for his ID, an apparent victim of a vicious mugger. He was found early yesterday morning by joggers who were going about their morning jog. His parents have been contacted and they claimed the body earlier today. The victim had bruises on his arms and chest indicating that the victim put up a struggle. Police speculated that the mugger panicked and used a sharp object on the victim causing a deep cut on his head which may have resulted in the fatal blow. No comment could be consented by the parents however reports show that the mother laments on how they shouldn't have let him go to a local restaurant and how he should have eaten in instead.
A funeral will be held on the 17th at the mayfair street cemetary. All friends and family are requested to attend and pay their last respects.
Authors Note
Meh. I should be confessing my love to someone but I've got no guts for it. Also the last part of the story is still lacking. I apologize for that
I lay awake on my bed, unable to sleep because of excitement. I was excited because today was the 14th of February, or better known as valentines day to people, and that today was the day I finally decided to confess to the girl of my dreams. She was beautiful I tell ya, shoulder length hair, beautiful black eyes that seemed to peer into your soul and the most.. well for lack of better words, AWESOME smile I have ever seen. And she wasn't just beautiful she had an awesome personality, she was friendly, encouraging, smart, athletic, and so much more! I was excited and nervous but I had it all planned, wake up early and head off to school with flowers, chocolate and the card I had made myself. I nearly kicked myself the other day when I decided to make the card, it would have seemed so totally lame but I was going to lay it all on the line. It was do or die now.
I arrived at school much earlier than usual and made for her table. She was in the class next door you see but I'd never have the guts to talk to her whenever we passed each other in the hall. I mean hey! It's not like you can just casually to the one you're having a crush on right? Anyways I sneaked into class with the help with the school guard, great guy he is, and put the stuff on her table and then made my way to my class for a nap. I guess the adrenaline you get from excitement really does disappear right after you finally get it done eh? or maybe it was the lack of sleep but same difference. Haha
Well anyways let me see, we'll skip past the me waking up and all the classes for now eh? It was boooooring. Anyways now it's lunch break and I was just sitting around near the canteen and then I saw her walking to the canteen hand in hand with another guy. Man that sucked but hey I guess I should have moved faster right? I was reaaally depressed about that so I just went back to class and spent the rest of the day in a daze walking around. When the last bell sounded I quickly made my way out of the school. Just as I was about to leave school though I heard her call out my name from behind.
I turned around and saw her running at me with the guy from before being dragged along. I was about to panic and run away but she managed to grab me in time. She then said how she loved the stuff I gave her and said she'd love to be my valentine and that she was looking for me during our lunch break. Of course my heart leapt for joy but I asked her who was this guy she was holding hands with. She gave a chuckle and explained that it was her older brother and that they she was real affectionate with him. Man I nearly burst out laughing right there, getting all depressed over nothing.
Well let's skip ahead abit, next thing I know we were saying goodbye to her brother and were walking hand in hand to the mall. We had a blast there and such but the most wicked part was that all my shyness from before apparently evaporated. I guess her personality made it real easy for me to talk and stuff. Well we hanged at the mall till her parents called her and told her to go home. I then walked her home, (man it was far but man was it worth it) when we arrived at her doorstep she kissed me goodbye, giggled and went in. I just stood there shocked. My first kiss with the girl of my dreams. This day was definitely going my way. Anyways I got home, my parents weren't home yet so I grabbed some crackers and here I am writing this.
Oh man I gotta run, my parents just called me and told me to go to the restaurant nearby. I'll write more later. x)
Mood : Hyperly Happy!
February 16th News Report.
A boy was found lying dead in a ditch yesterday, his stuff all taken away save for his ID, an apparent victim of a vicious mugger. He was found early yesterday morning by joggers who were going about their morning jog. His parents have been contacted and they claimed the body earlier today. The victim had bruises on his arms and chest indicating that the victim put up a struggle. Police speculated that the mugger panicked and used a sharp object on the victim causing a deep cut on his head which may have resulted in the fatal blow. No comment could be consented by the parents however reports show that the mother laments on how they shouldn't have let him go to a local restaurant and how he should have eaten in instead.
A funeral will be held on the 17th at the mayfair street cemetary. All friends and family are requested to attend and pay their last respects.
Authors Note
Meh. I should be confessing my love to someone but I've got no guts for it. Also the last part of the story is still lacking. I apologize for that
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