Thursday, June 3, 2004

"A Broken frame - II" [ Part IIII in Unnamed story, Copyright Mimmi 2004 ]

Tom's temple was throbbing, flashes of red and white attacked his eyes. It was so cold; his body felt mangled, everything around him was so hard and it hurt. There was so much noise. ‘Robert had screamed.’ Something pushed against his throat, closing around the neck. ‘Where was everyone, what happened, why was it so cold ?’ Thoughts spun in Tom's head and the panic grew for each horrible scenario his mind tortured him with, making it even harder to breathe.


- Ngaaah.. !


Hands came out of nowhere and held him as he tried to move, forcefully pushing him down. Their grip loosened somewhat when Tom winced in pain.


- Hey now, don't even think about getting up. I know you're probably freezing your butt off, but they'll be over with more blankets soon. There's no use in bobbing your head about either, cause they put one of them neck thingys on and chances are you got a concussion. So it's best to keep still. Who knows if something vital got busted…… You're gonna have one kickass scar on your forehead to show off to everyone at practice though, I tell ya.

- Uhh...wha.. ngh...

- Some moron, who I bet just got his license, tried to overtake a truck in the lane next to ours. Problem was he cut in on the car ahead of us and forced that one to hit the brakes, so I had to do some serious swerving to avoid flying into their ass. And then there was this whole chain reaction of cars crashing into everyone else. We got pretty lucky, all things considered....
Anyway, I called the shops and it seems like they'll be able to straighten out the bumps in Mr Martin, though it'll take them a while to fix a new windshield. Heh, it feels like I've been stood up on the first date, we barely got to know each other.


Tom squinted up at his friend. He looked ok, which was more than he felt. He tried to chuckle, but it came out more like an old man gargling.


- Like Mr Martin would even consider dating you. I doubt you're his type, heh.

- Wow. You must've hit your head harder than I thought, or was the crash just a cover up for aliens to take over a human host ?! Are we about to be part of a mass invasion of Earth, cause if we are I want to get my camera and put on my lucky boxers. Pulling a flashy alien girl would make up for the action I lost with Mr Martin, hehehehe. Hey, we could find ourselves a set of twins and double-date ! I don't know if I'd want to go as far as making it a foursome, eck, but ---

- ... where's Robert ?

- Huh ? Oh. Don't worry about him right now. Focus on your breathing, in and out. In and--

- Where is he ?!

- Hrm, glad to have you back... Ah well. If it'll make you calm down, I can tell you he's just fine. They're taking him up to the hospital for a check-up as we speak; which is where you'll be going in a minute as well; the most gorgeous paramedic is nursing him and we'll all have a joyful reunion on the ward later tonight... or possibly tomorrow.
In any case, the nurses will be all over us, so you're gonna need your strength.

- .... No wonder Mr Martin flunked out on you. He probably saw right away what a sick dumbass you are...

- And I hope they never find a cure for me, hehe.


Tom's eyelids felt heavy and he ached to sleep. With the comforting sound of his friend laughing, he drifted into deep and peaceful dreams. He almost wished that someone would brutally awake him. That way he could blame that person for ruining a perfect slumber. But there was no alarming ruckus that shook him from his sleep, no rough hands were digging into his arms and pulling him out of the bed.
As he opened his eyes sunlight was seeping through half closed blinds, lighting up a white room. Warm and soft fabric wrapped around his body, which was comfortably num. Not wanting to find out how much it would actually hurt to move around, he opted for lying still and listen to ... to what ? There were no birds chirping outside the window, no clocks ticking, no floorboards creaking. It hit him how quiet it was... the silence made him uneasy.


- Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. You sure took your time coming around. And as deee-licious as those lips look, I'm glad I didn't have to kiss you awake.


Tom let out a sigh of relief and turned his head to look over to Robert. Just as he did that a sharp pain surged from his neck and down his back.


- Aaaaaah !

- Hey, hey ! Take it easy there, Tom. I had the nurse brief me earlier and she said you whipped your neck pretty badly, so you need to lay low for a while.

- Tell me something I don't know...

- ...... I've memorized "My heart will go on" and sometimes .... I sing it in the shower, eheheh ...


Tom couldn't help himself from chuckling and pretty soon they were both laughing hysterically. One of the nurses came in with a startled look on her face, expecting Tom to be in tremendous pain since he was so loud. But when she realised that there was nothing wrong with him, she gave them both an unfriendly glare and quickly left the room. This amused Robert greatly and it took a while for him to calm down. By that time Tom had managed to adjust his head slightly and was able to catch a glimpse of his friend sitting in a chair at the end of the bed.
His head was bandaged and there was a pretty sizeable bruise over his left eye. The white hospital robe made him look pale and sickly....


-What about you ? How are you holding up ?

- Me ? Oh, a few cuts and bruises. I've been warned off practice for a couple of weeks though. Something to do with recovery. Meh, you can't keep a good man down, that's what I say !

- ...Maybe you should take some time off, I mean it's not going to get any easier from here on. I really think--

- You really think I can't take care of myself. I love you man, but you're not my mom... Though I would love to see you in an pink apron.


Tom smiled and decided not to push it. He knew that it was useless to try and get some sense into his friend. If Robert didn't want to do something or if he was bent on completing a task, then there was no getting through to him. That stubbornness both annoyed and inspired admiration with Tom. There had been so many instances that he had wanted to knock that guy on the head, yell at him to use his brain. On the same token, that unyielding will had saved him just as many times...

Robert stayed until the nurse threatened to call security and have him thrown out. With a less than gracious bow he backed out of the room, while showering the increasingly flustered nurse in elaborate compliments. Before she closed the door, his carefree laughter could be heard down the hall as he assaulted patients with wild fables.


But when Tom shut his eyes, all he could hear was the sound of Roberts scream. ‘Look out !!’ He felt cold. The ground was shaking and his head was ringing. ‘Look out !!’ Coiling up, he covered his ears, trying to keep away the noise that began to tear at him. ‘Look out !!’ Everything felt hard again. ‘Look --’


- Look at me !!


A pair of strong hands held him and he was back at the car, on the ground outside the graveyard. Rain was falling into his eyes, blurring the world. Bells rang in the cemetery, tunes from Amazing Graze escaping through the church doors. A scent of fresh flowers, burning candles and cut grass carried on the wind. It was too much.


- I should've been there... It was.. it was my fault, I should've ....he .. I....

- Sir...

- I killed him ! It was my fault, he died because of me ! Do you hear me ?! I .. killed .. him !!!!

- No ! You didn't... no....

Tom clasped his hands around his head, his voice failing him.

- ... he... I... I'm sorry... I'm so sorry Albert... please...


His cries faded away and he leaned his face into Albert's shoulder, screaming soundlessly in between fits of sobbing. Albert held him tightly, heartbroken by the notion of his friend being in so much pain and feeling as if there was nothing he could say or do to help. His best friend was devastated and all he could do was sit there and hold him... watching him fall to pieces...

Cradling Tom's limp body, he noticed a flyer clinging to the car wheel. His eyes narrowed when he recognised the colourful slogan.


- ...We'll make him pay. I promise.

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... and if anyone got annoyed by my 'dramatic pauses' ( ie the "....." parts) then I'm sorry :p I'm not an experienced writer and it felt more ridiculous to write "awkward/ painful/hesitant silence" the whole time, than approaching it the way I did. Heh.

Anyway, I don't know how cohesive this chapter is or what I'm adding to the post in general right now (though I'm sure I'll find out tomorrow *dreads*). I went over the story quite a few times and realised that it had taken a life of its own. As in, upon thinking more about the characters and their backstory, I unconsciously question what their role is. They've moved beyond first impressions...

The whole story might end somewhat differently to what I had first envisioned O.o
Well, not the ending itself, but how it happens *teases the people who actually reads this and wants to know how it goes*


Once again, I thank you all for your time.
You're a wonderful audience ~_^

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"I'm a roadrunner, honey !"


Have an appointment today, which means I get to go on busses, which always makes me happy :D

In other news: September appears to be the month where everything is released on DVD (over here anyway). One that really caught my eye, is a box with 6 Marx Brothers movies !!! Oh giddy, oh me >:D
My favourite is included, though the title escapes me at this moment, so I'm very much looking forward to September… though I doubt my bank account is ;___;


There are ants and wasps outside my window. My window faces South and gets sun all day. Not opening it makes my room suffocating. Suffocating room makes it very difficult to think and write. Writing has suffered. So has brain.
I think I will go mad with hairspray tomorrow....


For those who are waiting on my story to continue.... I am sad to say that writers block has struck me and I have gotten nowhere. If you were expecting to find out what happens, then I'm really sorry. Hopefully it'll turn soon, cause I'd hate to leave you hanging for longer than I already have ^_^;;;;

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JUST KIDDING ! >:D

I'll revise it later today and see if I can make it work. The possibility of posting it over at OB crossed my mind, but I am holding back on that. Everyone's busy with stuff and there's probably little time for anyone to go over my story. Especially since I'm looking for criticism on grammar, which takes more time than giving a compliment. Not that I don't like compliments, but I want to make progress with my writing *nod* I know I can improve it... a lot ^_^;;;;


SG: I am so adopting you *sniffles and huggles*

*beep beep*
*gives everyone cookies*

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Wednesday, June 2, 2004

"Let me tell you 'bout the birds and the bees, and the flowers and the trees, and the moon up above ... and a thing called love."

Layer one
Name: Mimmi
Birthdate: August 24, 1981
Birthplace: Sweden
Current location: Sweden
Eyes: Blue
Hair: Blonde outgrowth on dark brown
Height: 1.64-ish
Righty or Lefty: Righty
Zodiac Sign: Virgin--- Virgo ! :p

Layer two
Your heritage: I haven't got a clue, but I've heard Finnland, Poland and France mentioned *shrugs*
Your weakness: My hormones
Your shoes you wore today: Comfy shoes
Your fears: Stuff that isn't worth fretting over
Goal you'd like to achieve: I have no goals, therefore I will never underachieve ! :D

Layer three
Your thoughts first waking up: Ack, I'm awake again
Your best physical feature: Eh, my eyes look fine (haha)
Your bedtime: Rarely before midnight
Your most missed memory: Visiting the amusement park in summer with my family

Layer four
Pepsi or Coke: Water
McDonald's or Burger King: Homemade pizza ! :D
Single or group dates: Single
Adidas or Nike: Sneakers will do
Lipton Ice Tea or Nestea: No thank you
Chocolate or vanilla: Both, in a bowl >:D
Cappuccino or coffee: Chocolate milk, please

Layer five
Smoke: NO ! (too much emphasis ?)
Cuss: No, but I'm profanely innocent sometimes
Sing: I hum
Take showers daily: I really need to now *dies of heat*
Have a crush: I feel rather crushed, does that count ?
Think you've been in love: I don't [want to] think about that
Want to go college: Once I know, I'll answer
Want to get married: I'd rather go on a date first
Believe in yourself: I thought that's what family and friends were for ?
Get motion sickness: Not as long as I can see the road
Think you're attractive: What an unsightly question
Think you're a health freak: I do freak out about my health from time to time…
Get along with your parents: To the point where they feel like family, man 8)
Like thunderstorms: Only if I''m not online
Play an instrument: Not now, but back in school I played transverse flute and recorder.


Layer six - in the past months
Gone to the mall: Yes
Eaten an entire box of Oreos: No
Eaten sushi: No
Been on stage: No
Gone skating: No
Made homemade cookies: Repeatedly ! :D
Gone skinny dipping: No
Dyed your hair: No
Stolen anything: I just stole this quiz O.o;;;

Layer seven - ever..
Been trashed or extremely intoxicated: On something other than the chemicals of my own body ? No
Been called a tease: No, I'm much to innocent
Got beaten up: I give myself mental beatings all the time, it keeps me sane +_o;

Layer eight
Age you hoped to be married: What about my date ? ;_;
Number and name of children: You're not answering my question ! >:o
Dream wedding: I'm ignoring you now -_-
How do you want to die: *blinks* Wow, talk about changing the subject O_O
Where do you want to attend college: Yo, you did it again !
Dream job: I'm busy working this quiz and you expect me to think of one more job ? Give me a break…
Country you want to visit: England ^_^

Layer nine - In a guy/girl...
Best eye color: Any color that gives a twinkle in the sun, is fine by me
Best hair color: My bias is emerging… dark hair
Short or long hair: Short enough to still be long
Height: Off the ground and far away from heaven
Best weight: More than me
Best clothing: …*kills innuendo*
Best first date location: Depends.
Best first kiss location: Lips :D

Layer ten
Number of drugs taken illegally: My whole body is an illegal drug, but none apart from that
Number of people I could trust with my life: I'd rather trust that I'll never have to trust my life to someone else
Number of CDs that I own: Enough to have something to listen to
Number of piercings: 0
Number of tattoos: 0
Number of times my name's been in the news: 2 or 3, possibly
Number of scars on my body: About 6
Number of things in my past that I regret.: I don't count my regrets

This was stolen from DDG

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Just a thought: Are you guys waiting for the next part of the story ?


Ps: I noted your comment about the semicolons in the last chapter, Shin. Once I'm through with more of the story, I'll go back and fix everything up. A few have been killed already though *salutes* :p

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Tuesday, June 1, 2004

"Let me show you the world in my eyes"

Eeee, got my hair cut and now it feels freshly fine ^_^ Though I'm still not sure about going back to my blondeness... It's only grown out the size of a broken pen, so I guess it's too early to say how I will feel about it once every strand of hair is blonde *shrug*

I don't have anything to show from the next chapter (and I don't want to drown you all in my writing, heh) but if you want a good read, I highly suggest reading the chronicles of "Cream and Nougat" at SomeGuy's place. There's more in his archives, dating a while back, so check that out too *nod*

Same thing with "Jimpo and Pepe", over at Rustym's. Just go to his archives and you'll find several stories with those two loveable characters :p

Or you can skip over to OB and check out Shin's story "The Seven Year War".
Highly recommended ~_^

*poses with a knitted hat, given to her by the younger sister *
^____^
*huggles everyone*

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Monday, May 31, 2004

"A broken frame..." [ Part IIII in Unnamed Story, Copyright Mimmi 2004 ]

- .... and since they're taking care of that, I expect everything to run smoothly. Questions ?

Tom observed the shadows that stood in a half circle in front of him. They remained silent, looking at one another and back to him, giving no hints as to what they might think about what he just said. The church bells rang dully, each stroke hitting Tom's temples like a sledgehammer. His breathing was becoming shallow again and the ground felt wobbly under his feet. A tingling sensation was spreading down his back. This was taking too long.

- I take it everything is clear ?

He crossed his arms and tried to keep focused. One of the shadows stepped forward.

- Sir, are you sure about this ?

Tom turned away and looked over at the gravestones. When he didn't answer, the shadows nodded to each other in agreement. They bowed once again and disappeared.

The bells had finally stopped ringing and icy winds cooled down his burning cheeks. Taking a deep breath, which caused him to cough violently; he made his way back to the car. He walked past row upon row of stone slabs, slowing down his pace as he came up to the grave he had been to earlier. Knowing that he would never be able to get out if he stopped now, he pushed himself forward and ran the last stretch.

His whole body felt like it was falling to pieces as he reached the car and supported himself on the hood. Pain was shooting out of his back, he felt nauseous and the sound of bells ringing lingered in his head. When he looked at the windshield, he swore that the crack grew deeper each time he saw it.....


A deep red Aston Martin cruised along a heavily trafficked highway, radio blasting the latest summer plague. The driver squealed as the chorus played.

- Eeee, I just love this part, it's so deep and like, meaningful. I mean, I can so totally relate to how the world would be a better place if, like, people would just see me for who I am. You know what I'm saying ? Look past that leather corset, the to-die-for legs smeared with baby lotion, this gorgeous face primped up with L'Oreal, cause there's a real person in here, dying to be acknowledged, people ! I mean, come on.

The boy in the passenger seat roared with laughter. He howled appreciatively while the driver continued.

- Listen, just because I'm wearing my best birthday suit, entertaining the masses; which is like community service because I'm doing everyone a favour, really; making their sad little lives better, doesn't mean I don't deserve some respect !

- Oh, don't worry. I, Robert Logan, respect you from the bottom of my crotch ! We both do, right Tom ?

Robert turned and winked at Tom, sitting in the backseat. He was looking absently through the window at all the trucks and cars they were driving past. Apart from the song on the radio, there was an awkward silence growing.

- Listen, Tom. You need to stop sweating the small stuff. Next time--

Tom let his head drop and muttered under his breath.

- There won't be a next time...

His friend looked perplexed at him in the rear-view mirror.

- Hm ? Hang on, I'll just turn down the radio a notch. I can't hear a word you're saying. Besides, there's no need to kill our ears with this crap, hehe.

Robert gasped and pretended to be deeply offended, while reaching for a tape in the glove department. Tom just groaned. This was probably as good a time as any to tell them. It was killing him to keep everything to himself and he knew they'd understand. He was sure of it. But still...

- Look out !!!


Before anyone had a chance to react, there was an explosion of noise. Shattering glass, screeching cars, terrified screams... blood-curdling screams.....

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Whew, I hope this came out alright. It might need some tweaking, but for now I'm leaving it as is. There was more to this chapter, but it was getting kind of long and I decided to keep the rest for next time.
Heh, I planned to keep this relatively short.... ah well :p Oh and I like the idea of calling it "Unnamed story", for now ^_^


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"Yes...No...or... Maybe ?"

Haha, I'm working some on the story and hopefully the next "chapter" will be up a bit later. I still need to figure out what to call this thing XD

Funny thing is, whenever I've written something and put it up, I feel so proud and think it's the best thing I've ever done. A few hours later I look at it and wonder how I could possibly have been under the impression that it was any good *LOL* Then it goes back to being acceptable, hehe.

But yeah....


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Sunday, May 30, 2004

"To Sir, with love..." [ Part III in an unnamed story, still Copyrighted Mimmi ]

Roaring thunder rattled the windows in a beat up old trailer and the furious hail, that threatened to tear through the shoddy roof, had finally passed. Curtains were drawn to keep out lurking eyes, hiding in the sheltering night. The only light in the trailer came from a crackling fire. Standing next to it was a leather clad armchair, worn out by years of use and exposure to the fire. Gentle flames played a shadow game on the man slouching in it, dancing over rough hands gripping the armrest, sweeping across eyes darting about the room.

A gust of chilly wind forcibly seeped through the patched up walls, erasing any warmth that the fire could offer. Rubbing his knees the man pushed himself up, hissing as he stalked over to the door.


- Where is that boy ? My arthritis doesn't wait for him to get his sorry ass over here with that firewood.


He kicked it open and stepped outside, cursing the weather for being a nuisance to his deteriorating body. His temper didn't improve when he peered over at the pavilion that had been temporarily put up to keep the wood from getting drenched, and noted that it was empty. Save for the tree stump. Closing his eyes completely shut, he swore to himself that there would be hell to pay once he got his hands on that boy.
As if it wasn't bad enough that he constantly screwed up and was a public embarrassment. Now that pathetic weakling had begun to skip practice, and showed signs of becoming defiant. He would really have to lay down the line this time.

As he opened his eyes, lightning struck the trailer and the sound of impact made him jump. But what he saw as his vision regained focus, was more horrifying than any force of nature. It was the nightmare that had haunted and tormented his mind so many nights.

Standing in the pavilion was a clown; costume torn and bloody, a twisted mask covering the face; with an axe in the right hand. A thick red fluid travelled down the blade, falling off it like tears. The clown raised its left arm and waved gingerly with the fingers.


- No ! Noooo !, the man cried out desperately, holding his arms in front of him and backing up to the open door.


The mask nodded a silent reply, bringing down the left arm to grip the handle and put one foot forward. Pausing in movement, it tilted its head, as if reacting to some inaudible sound.

Seizing the opportunity the man threw himself at the open door, slammed it closed behind him, turned all the locks and continued to back away from it. He tripped over a rug and fell backwards. A choked scream escaped him as he scrambled over to the armchair. Tension had sharpened his senses; making every little noise a whisper from the grave, turning every shadow into a hand grasping for his soul; as he heard footsteps approaching the trailer.
When the first knock came, he shrivelled up and started to sob. It wasn't time for him to die yet, not here, not like this, not now. The knocking continued and became more violent. The man whimpered and covered his face with his hands, ready to scream out to the heavens to spare him, when a concerned voice called out from behind the door.


- Hello, Mr Petersen ? Are you in there ? It's me, Albert. Is everything alright ?


He slowly raised his head from his hands, staring at them in disbelief. 'Albert ?' Holding his breath, he forced himself to stand.


- Mr Petersen ? I got your firewood here, it was all spread out under that there Pavlov thing over there and so I figured I'd bring it in. Seeing as you're near crippled and all.


- Albert ?, the man croaked.

- Yes Mr Petersen ?


He exhaled sharply and took a moment to compose himself, before walking up to the window and looking out. It was Albert alright, standing on the doorstep with wood stacked up to his chin and a smile that measured equally to his stupidity. 'That inbred halfwit must've collected it and forgotten what he was meant to do with it', thought Mr Petersen as he unlocked the door and opened it.


- Well don't just stand there, the wood will get wet and then it'll be no use for me,
he barked.

- Yes sir ! And don't you worry about the rest, I'll be sure to bring it all in, Albert chirped as he walked by.

- What do you mean 'the rest' ? Isn't that all of it ? Mr Petersen suddenly felt a lump growing in his throat.

Albert, halfway over to the fire, turned and smiled even more.

- Oh no. There's plenty left out there, but don't you worry. It don't seem like the rain caught it, so it should be just fine.


He carried on stacking the wood next to the fireplace and commenting about the weather. But Mr Peterson wasn't listening. He was looking over at the pavilion, where wood was scattered everywhere and the axe set firmly into the tree stump.

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Sorry about the horrible grammar and everything, I just wanted to get it out of Word *dies* If anyone wants to help me, by pointing out mistakes, please feel free to do so. Ugh.


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The next "chapter" is almost finished, I just need to ... finish it. Yes.
So I'll use this post to tell you that and to complain a little.

*COMPLAINS*

Ah, that made me feel so much better *stretches*
Now back to the writing....


*GESTURES*

It won't end ! I keep writing but I can't make the chapter end ;___; ....
....must write more...

(Haha, there are quite a few FF greetings. I'm glad Vivi made you laugh, Des.
For a while I wondered whether or not to submit it to the "For Fun" :p)

*huggles Becky and asks Shin for lessons in ranting and raving*


Oh, and if you want something to comment about.... ehm, I had my legs waxed for the first time yesterday, haha. It hurt a little, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. My legs are now super smooth !
*stretches out legs*
See ? ;D

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Saturday, May 29, 2004

"It's time..." [ Part II of unnamed story, Copyright Mimmi 2004 ]

- TOM !

Flinching at the sudden call echoing harshly in the air, he flew to his feet and froze. It was obvious that he was disturbed, tensing his ears to all sounds, trying to determine their source.

- TOM !

Spinning around, he ran in the direction where the voice came from. Bewildered eyes, stunned by the order just given, frowned and quickly scanned the area before jetting after the young man. This place had been empty when they got here, surely ? It was getting late and soon it would be pitch black, making the graveyard even more unsafe to move about in.

It didn't take long to catch up to him, since he had only cut around the corner at the end of the gravestone line and now stood still with his arms at his sides, panting heavy. In front of him was the cemetery shed. The door hadn't been closed properly and was tossed back and forth by the heavy winds, pounding melodiously.

"TOM ! … TOM !"

Mumbling quietly to himself, Tom wiped his brow with the back of the hand, trying to calm his breathing down. When he looked at the dirt covered hand, there were streaks of blood smeared over it. The figure stepped forward abruptly and spoke up.

- Sir, I must advise you to be careful. You …

- Silence !!

He growled and turned, giving the figure behind him a menacing glare. Low rumbles could still be heard, but the rain seemed to subside. Darkness had begun to settle and the wind was calming down. In an attempt to restrain himself, the young man took a hold of the door and closed it shut, resting his head briefly on the cool wood. Cocking his head slightly he saw several shadows take form and come into view. They halted at a respectful distance, bowing courteously.

Closing his eyes and sighing, he stepped away from the door and nodded.

- It's time...

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You know I can't resist your coaxing pleas ;p I think this can be made into a 'story'. There are a few ideas that I want to incorporate into the next instalment, but I have no clear ideas as to where it might lead up to. I've got a vague notion about where/ how it started... and that's it, hehe. Hopefully you'll enjoy it ^_^


Well, I was supposed to go bowling with the family on Monday. It turns out the alley is closed that day and my younger sister is sort of tied up this weekend (and the other one is visiting friends), so it'll have to wait until maybe next weekend. That bummed me out a little (read 'a lot').

Apparently my parents felt sorry for me, because I've been looking forward to spending more time with everyone, so they bought me "Return of the King" :D Heh, I really didn't expect to get that, or anything for that matter, but they evidently thought I deserved it *sniffles and grins*

I've always been appreciative of my family, but now that I've gotten older and heard of others who have a lot of drama with their parents/sibling, that appreciation really grow stronger. They take good care of me, and I of them. *nod*

Now I'll pop in "Benny and Joon" in my DVD player ^_^
Take Care Everyone !
*huggles*

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Friday, May 28, 2004

"Send in the clowns..."

Rain fell from a darkened sky, sending ripples of tears down a broken windshield. A flyer was slowly drowning in the gutter, temporarily suspended from death by clinging to a car wheel. Solemn rumbling of thunder merged with that of an engine, as if the two were engrossed in conversation. Lightning illuminated a deep red Aston Martin, parked up to an old cemetery.

The grass folded under heavy footsteps of black boots, trudging down a long line of gravestones. Names and flowers had since long withered away from these landmarks of life. A young man stood hunched over a newly dug resting ground, his clothing thoroughly soaked by the relentless downpour. He seemed unaware to anything but the carvings in the stone, dark eyes fixated at the words, staring at it as if trying to encode a cryptic message. Behind him someone cleared their throat nervously.

- Sir, we've tracked them down. What are your instructions ?

He grit his teeth, clenching the muddy soil with his fists. The wind howled like a mother separated from her child. A bolt of lightning struck a nearby tree, filling the air with fumes of ash. There was an ominous silence looming over the graveyard.

- Sir ?

A sickly smile spread over the young mans lips. Not shifting his stance, eyes locked firmly on the stone slab, he gave the order without a trace of hesitation.

- Send in the clowns…

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I know it's not much as it is, but feel free to drop a constructive criticism or just a random note of what you thought of it. If anyone wants to have at this story, then be my guest. It'd only be fun to see what someone else could flesh it out into.

It's still morning and I haven't had breakfast yet, so this post might get some editing done to it later. Who knows.

*hands out huggles and cookies*


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