Shot! :: She Asked "Why?"

A mysterious air hangs itself around it. As I walked across the empty hall, my every senses captured the sensation. My eyes could see it lingering, my ears could hear it calling; and I could've swore the mystery was touching my skin, tugging me towards it. Where? Near the 'unused staircase'.

Our family had used that nickname ever since my parents owned the house. The stairs were not built steep, and it was quite short for its size. It seemed to lead itself towards an empty extension of the house. From where I was standing right now, I could see the inside of the room; completely bare. Perhaps small animals accomadate the area, but no one could make it certain.

It is quite a mystery, as to why we never use the staircase. Ever since I was small, I always saw my parents walking about the stairs; but never setting their eyes on it. It was as if the stairs were ignored, as if it was not part of the house. I'll make it clear that this was no hallucination I'm having. My siblings could see it, and my 3 year old daughter could see it. And my parents were the one that came out with the name 'unused staircase'. But why has it been ignored, being unused?

Despite the strong mysterious aura the stairs were emitting right now, there was also a spark of loneliness. The spark of wanting to be acknowleged, the spark of wanting to be cared for. I took a step closer. Why am I feeling this now? Even after so long living with it in the past. Another step closer. I was at the foot of the stairs. I'll solve the mystery now, I'll destroy that depression now. Here I go, making my first step!

"Why have I never seen anyone using this stairs?" asked my daughter who came out of nowhere. The feeling I had a while ago suddenly vanished. I looked at her, her curious eyes glistening among the sunlight. I smiled. "Perhaps there was a reason, my dear daughter."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while, but here I am adding another piece to my writing collections. I was attracted by this picture not only by the picture itself, but also the title Dwane put on the picture too (do check it out on his Flickr, the link's on my main page). I intended to make it into a ghost story, but then it turned out into some sort of story having a few issues to reflect on. Hope you guys get my message of the story. Happy New Year all...!!

Once Upon A Cherry Tree (Pt.2 of Ch.1)

Surprised, the girl glanced at the window sill and smiled. "Good morning Little Robin," greeted the girl as she put her right arm forward. The bird tilted its head a little, uncertain as how to react. It chirped once again before spread its wings and flew out of the little girl's sight. The girl sighed as she closed her book. She got out of the rocking chair, stretching both of her arms as far as she could. Feeling satisfied; the fair-skinned girl skipped across the room towards a large mirror, which made her long dark hair swayed in rhythm.

"Good morning to you too, Selina," she giggled as she pointed her delicate index finger at her own reflection. It's rare to find young kids nowadays appreciating themselves with a warm greeting so early in the morning. Selina already understood that the person you spend most of your time with is yourself; so why not take some alone time when the day was at its fresh and be nice to your own self? Selina always thought it made her feel good.

Of course, in Selina's case, she completely understands this since she was almost always by herself no matter what time it was. Being the only child in the family, she does feel quite alone. Her father had died because of an illness, her mother was always busy with the company and she even attends home school which make her making any friends rare. Perhaps Selina's loyal companions were books; and nature would sometimes also play its role as her bestfriend.

Selina made one final stretch before she slipped herself into a more comfortable clothing. She had decided to spend the day making an excursion through the hills. After fitting a pair of dark coloured gloves, she exited her room and jovially glided towards her mother's room.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yay! I finally found this series' manuscript, so the story will go on. Though lately I lack the 'classical' influence, hope I can maintain the style I'm using to write this title. Until next time folks~ ^^

Dwane VS The Enigma: #7

Mr. Oliver had finished his simple briefing fifteen minutes ago. All guests were then brought by a few servants towards an old yet sturdy hotel. Its black paint glimmered amongst the piercing sunlight behind the clouds. With his camera in hand, Dwane took a quick shot of the building. "Man, this trip's going to be exciting," he said excitedly at Ray, feeling satisfied with the picture he just took. Ray smiled. "Glad to hear that buddy."

Inside the hotel, the guests were given the keys to their room. Since there weren't more than 30 people that was going to stay there, everyone got their own single room. "Mine is on the first floor," informed Ray when he got his keys. "Where are you going to stay?" he asked Dwane who was looking at his key irritatingly.

"203, second floor," Dwane sighed. "I really don't want to climb the stairs. This old hotel surely doesn't have any elevators." He turned his head around, expecting himself to be wrong. Ray laughed. "Well, maybe later you can try and swap with someone. Come on, I need some rest before dinner."

Both of them made their way up to their room. Outside, the clouds began to grow thicker by the moment and blocked almost every bit of sunlight that was trying to pass through. This made the hallway gloomy and quite eerie. It must be much creepier at night, Dwane thought to himself. As both of them reached the first floor, Dwane handed Ray back his bag and arranged that they would meet up later during dinner. He done treaded the stairs quicly towards the second floor.

As he was about to turn into a dark corridor, a small figure bumped into him. Dwane almost fell backwards down the stairs, but he had swiftly caught the side handle in time. The thing that knocked him however tumbled to the floor with a loud thud. "Oww...watch where you're going mister," a kid's voice cried in pain. The kid was holding his head for a long time, before he stood up again and skidded down the stairs. Before he dissapeared, the kid shouted, "I guess it was my fault, sorry mister. Got to go!"

It all happened so fast that Dwane did not have any time to react. As he gained his balance, he pondered for a moment. Who was that kid?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Kids nowadays are energetic and swift! One moment they fall on the ground, one moment they are running around wild. Haha, here's this series update for now. Things are getting confusing and mysterious; even I need to re-write my manuscript a few times. What's done is done, enjoy!!

Shot! :: It Could Be...

It could be my knee. My jog around the park today turned disastrous when I suddenly fell down, dragging my body for almost a meter downhill. As I tried to stand up, I felt someting running across my thighs. Bleeding. My knee is bleeding. Taking out a handkerchief, I braced it on the bleeding spot hoping the blood will stop. What was the thing that I tripped on? I was certain that it was some kind of plastic bottle, but why was it there on the ground?

It could be the wind. Maybe the bottle was blown away from a nearby trashcan. It's just not my lucky day today. After the pain had subsided a little, I decided to call it a day and slowly made my way home. The cool breeze that accompanied me made the pain subside even more. Hey, perhaps Nature was comforting me; assuring me that it would all turn out okay.

It could be love. Nature is showering her love towards all humans today at the park. Children were laughing happily, old folks were chatting comfortably. The breeze seemed to welcome all these positive effects. I smiled, and thanked God for creating Nature so peaceful and serene. As I approached a row of trees, I gasped in surprise. Under the trees were thrashes; loads of them. How disrespectful.

It could be a nest for wild animals there. Filling it up with garbage, can the animals continue to live in harmony? I guess, we humans never really made it up for what Nature has given us. We never could care less. What's important is that we live in peace, and not them. I sighed. Perhaps tomorrow, my friends and I can help out cleaning the place. A group of dark clouds began to brew in the sky.

It could be that Nature is just waiting to unleash it's anger.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I've got to admit, this was hard to do. This piece was re-written twice before I got satisfied. There were supposed to be monkeys and all, but it had to b dropped out. Well, the issue here is 'do not litter'. Nature has done so much, is this how we want to repay them by littering? Think about it. It could all work out if we try our very best. Enjoyyy..!! ^^

Zero Degrees: Ten

"Well, at least everything's okay now," huffed Blaine as he placed his katana back into it's sheath. The spider he was battling just now was writhering without any legs on the ground; apparently he had chopped them all off. Slick, green blood oozed slowly out of the hacked limbs colouring the white snow. Blaine turned his view towards Dill. "That was some nice moves there, kid."

Dill was sprawled on his back as he was exhausted from casting the Script. "Thanks. I'm beat," he complained. Blaine just smiled and went near him. "I never got to know your name kiddo," Blaine said as he kneeled beside Dill, putting both his hands on top of Dill's body.

"It's Dill," Dill replied, looking rather confused at what was happening. "And what are you doing, mister...?"

"Just call me Blaine. Now hang on," Blaine said in a rather serious manner. His hand glowed. "I'm not really good at healing spells, so you might feel a few tinglings inside." He then began to chant an incantation. Dill who could barely move his body, felt a sudden wave of heat entering his body. It was quite comfortable at first, but the heat began to tickle him from inside. "Ahahaha, stop. Please," Dill squirmed in laughter. He sat up, and began hold his laughter.

"There you go," Blaine grinned in amusement. He stood up and began to look around. "There's supposed to be a town near here somewhere. Let me escort you there where you can get some rest." Dill stood up as well. The heat inside his body had vanished. "Um, okay," he replied. "Thank you, but there's a place I need to go immediately."

"Where to?" Blaine asked, still observing his surrounding. "To Rhodean Town," Dill answered. This made Blaine looked surprised. "That's where I'm supposed to head to as well."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while readers! Well, I have been busy moving stuffs to my new house and had no time to write here online. But here I am again, ready for writing. If you didn't know...I lost my manuscript for the story "Once Upon a Cherry Tree" (which I feel extremely sad about) so that story will be frozen until further notices. Enjoyyy this piece then!

Dwane VS The Enigma: #6

Fourty-five minutes later, all aboard the Minerva Cruise arrived at Riho Island. The yacht was docked at a small jetty by the shore, and everyone gathered in front of a tall lighthouse. Dwane who got off early took a good look of the island's surrounding. It was just as described in the ad; greens were everywhere, colouful flowers were arranged neatly; nature really did a good job in making the place nice and peaceful. Dwane's heart skipped in excitement. He seemed to have forgotten all about his worries back on the ship.

A tap on his shoulder made Dwane spun around. Ray was holding his heavy-looking luggage rather weakly, swaying from one side to the other. It seemed he still looked pretty dizzy after the trip. Dwane laughed as he grabbed the luggage when it almost slipped from Ray's hand. "Haha, let me get that for you. Man, your bag sure is heavy. What did you bring?"

"Just some personal equipments," Ray replied in a weary tone. "I'd want to have my own fun here too you know." Though Dwane did not quite understand, he gave Ray a friendly pat on the back to make his companion feel somewhat better. Both of them laughed in unison. They then quickly made their way into the gathering crowd. Captain Lawrence was up front as usual, but this time he was accompanied by an elderly man beside him. This man was quite the contrast to the captain. He was quite thin, fragile and rather gloomy. He wore a solemn face as he faced the people in front of him.

Captain Lawrence, with his usual cheery smile; grabbed the people's attention with a booming cough. "Ehem...welcome everyone to the Ghostly Land! Or Riho Island if I'm not mistaken. I'd like to introduce here your guide for the rest of your four-day stay here, Mr Oliver," the captain had said this with full of spirit and energy. Since he was being introduced, the man called Oliver bowed. His face was still solemn. When the guide stood straight again, the captain continued his speech. "I'll be staying here at the lighthouse with the crew until the day we head back home. If any emergency comes up, don't hesitate to approach me or Mr Oliver here. Now, I'd like to invite Oliver to give his briefing."

Another briefing, said Dwane to himself as he yawned. He saw Oliver took a step to the front and stared sharply at the people around him. With a slow yet serious voice, the elderly man said, "One rule here on this island: never ever set foot into Vallery Mansion's area."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Alright, finally another entry. Raya had came with a blast; everyone was there and I seem to be much closer with my cousins. This makes me more fired up in chasing my dreams. Maybe one day I'll write a fiction with my cousins as the main characters? Hehe...but I'll be relaxing a while from my working table. Until next time then, enjoyyy...!

Zero Degrees: Nine

Dill tried his best to maintain balance as he unleashed his attack. The power was too great for his small body to take as his body shook rather terribly. However, his will to defeat Take was as strong. Not for a moment he thought of stopping his attack despite his body's condition. On Take's side; he continued to lift up and up into the sky, tossing his body around wildly. He was confused at what was happening and desperately tries to get back to the ground. Eventually, his actions remained futile.

"W...what are going to do brat?" Take stammered out aloud. He sounded angry and scared at the same time. "You'll regret it if anything happens to me." Dill took a glance at the floating Take. Ignorining Take's threat, he smiled, "I'm going to fly you off somewhere far."

"What?" Take shouted when his armoured body began to suddenly shudder. Dill was now beginning to focus all his energy on his attack. and large amounts of waves began to flood around him. With a strenuous yell, Dill began to target all of the waves towards his airborne enemy. Take could not see the invisible energy coming towards him, but he realised it was no small matter. Still managing his balance on air, Take crossed his arm in front of him to block a direct hit.

"Uwahhh...!!!" Take screamed as Dill's wave knocked him hard. Blaine who was was watching the battle as he dodged every of his spider's attack, saw in amazement how Take was getting pushed farther and farther away from sight. It was as if a hurricane was blowing him away. Tako too watched in surprise. He was still engaged on a tugging war with one of the spiders, and as he saw Take getting blown away he called out loudly, "No! Take!" He continued to watch hopelessly until Take was blown out of sight!

Bad move. Focusing on Take made Tako lose his stance, and the spider began to push him to the side of the cliff. He desperately tried to push back, but it didn't work out. The spider's weight began to burden Tako's pushing arms. At that moment the side cliff under Tako's feet crumbled, and both him and the spider fell off into the ocean.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thus the battle comes to an end. Well, it's just the beginning of the story so maybe it's supposed to be like this. Short and not so intense. Now I'm currently on the verge of planning how to end season one of 'Zero Degrees', so continue to follow this series with the utmost interest okay? Take care readers! Enjoyyy...!

Once Upon A Cherry Tree (Pt.1 of Ch.1)

Occasionally during the summer or winter break, Mrs Lemon would take her ten year old daughter to a villa near Pine Forest. The villa was majestically erected at the foot of a hill based on the drawings of the late Mr Lemon as a sign of memorial of some sort for the wife. The grand building; made from the best quality of wood, painted with sparkling colours of oak and mahogany; was sturdy and comfortable enough for a family of two to stay away from the bustling city.

Nature was at its best that winter morning. The sun gleamed cheerfully, welcoming the early risers of the day. The wind played its part by blowing soft whispers, encouraging any adventures that were to happen ahead. A robin was seen flying swiftly across the sky, manuevering itself to a halt on a sill of an open window of the villa. Someone was already up in that room.

The red-feathered creature took a peep inside. A young girl, still in her pearly nightgown, was sitting on a large rocking chair near the open window. She did not seem to notice the peeping robin, as the girl was busy occupying herself with a medium sized bookon her lap. She was rocking away slowly with her hazel eyes locked on to the writings of the book, smiling one moment and frowning the next. The robin suddenly chirped as if it was laughing at the facial changes of the girl.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here's a sneak peek on my latest title for this blog. A promise is a promise. This story is based on an SMS description a girl once sent to me after my Form 5, and I promised her I would write a story based on it. And after two years I finally get the idea to produce it. Hope she will be reading this. Thank you for reading and enjoyyy!!

Dwane VS The Enigma: #5

There was at least an hour until their cruise get to shore, so Dwane had decided to take a tour around the huge yacht. Ray was feeling dizzy and wanted to take some rest at a cabin, while the newly acquainted Sara wanted to hang out at the dining area. So there was Dwane hovering at the side of the cruise, waving at people who greeted him. Even though he flashed a look as if he was enjoying the trip, something was bothering his mind.

"The jibakurei," said Dwane to himself. This was the word that had stunned him for a few moments before. He began to recall the time when the captain had finished his speech and everyone else had spread out. Only Ray, Sara, the elderly man and himself remained still. "You're looking for that, aren't you woman?" repeated the man. His rough voice could've matched the captain's if it was a bit louder. The man's face grew stern. "I warn you, that's a very dangerous quest."

Ray wore a confused look, while Dwane listened intently. Sara smiled innocently. "Mr Kitaro, I told you that my name was Sara. Plus, I never said I was looking for...whatever it was that you said," she replied. "I only said I was looking for something". The man Kitaro continued to stare at her. Then he said, with a warning tone, "I sense something upon you, something mischievious. You're hiding something. I hope that you're telling the truth when you said you're not looking for the jibakurei." He paused for a while, before adding slowly, "I don't want anyone else get involved with our battle."

With that, he turned around and walked away. Ray let out a sigh. "What was that all about?" he asked rather confusingly. "Yeah," chuckled Sara. "I don't even know what this jibakurei is." Both of them seemed amused at what just happened, but Dwane remained rather reserved. Ray was getting confused again. "What's wrong Dwane?"

"Jibakurei," he suddenly blurted out, as if he was lost in his thoughts just now. "It's a type of spirit, a Japanese term. It roughly means a type of spirit that is bound to a place, bound towards a piece of land..." his voice trailed off. He began to think. He had a bad feeling about this trip. Somehow, he began to seriously ponder about Mr Kitaro's warning.

Dwane was now at he deck again, looking up at the sky. An unknown storm seemed to be brewing up ahead.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Another short entry for the day. I think there are a few things that I could add here, but after editing it a few times I still couldn't bring myself to it. Oh well, guess this will do for now. Enjoyyy!! I'll try to come up with a much longer post for this series later, since I just finished a horror novel. Until next time then!

Shot! :: Abandoned, The Inside Story

At an end of a relationship, this is the usual advice you would get: forget about that person, and move on with life. Not that I'm being ungrateful of the consoling people, but the advice makes me feel something is definitely wrong with it.

Is it really that easy forgetting someone? Someone that has given a huge impact on you? Someone that you had loved? I must say in my case, it's entirely impossible. Everything I say, everything I see, everything I hear; almost every of it has its significant. Here I am trying so hard to forget that person, when in each action the person comes and greet you in the mind. Quite frustrating for a broken heart, don't you think?

Then what is the real solution? One way, I could abandon my heart. Abandon my feelings. With this, no matter what happens I won't be affected. No more pain. No more frustration. No more fatigue.

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

I will be reduced to nothing with abandonning my heart! To abandon my heart, means to abandon my feelings. To abandon my feelings, doesn't mean losing only those negative parts. To feel happy, to get encouraged, to be in love once again...all would be lost. Can I even call myself a recognisable being later on? A living, breathing human being?

Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing.

I snapped out of my thoughts when my brother called out to me. I stared. My brother was pointing at the abandoned chicken coop we were supposed to paint. "So what do you think? Yellow would look good right?" I sighed and smiled. An abandoned heart would look hagard, an abandoned heart would be ugly. It would lead me to no sense, to no colour. That's not the way as well. Well, there is always a way for everything. Perhaps I'm just too specific at things being said. To 'forget' doesn't mean to demolish the memories, to 'forget' means to refurnish the emotions. I picked up the brush and went to stand next to my brother.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, this did made a bit sense among my 'Shot!' titles. And it has been a while since I wrote a fiction regarding love. Haha...all in all, I'm pretty satisfied with this. I hope the sense of paranoia is successfuly presented. I'm not in any of the above emotional state, so don't worry readers! Take care all! =)

Zero Degrees: Eight

"What is a Script?" One asked Dill when he told the villagers his purpose of running away from his well guarded hometown. He had been living there for the past ten years with his grandmother, when his mother left him for some sort of quest. And the day before his night escape, he received a letter from his mother asking him to find the Scripts left scattered all over the world. "Yeah, what is a Script?" another person repeated.

Dill shrugged. He himself was unsure, but he explained to the villagers exactly what his mother had written in the letter: You should know that in our blood lies the power of Melody, an ancient clan in the past. These Scripts, are actually musical notes on a parchment of paper said to give powers to any Melodies playing the notes. I want you to find these Scripts, and gain power to protect in this oppressing world.

That was it, and that night he had fled from his village. Now, Dill was standing there with the first Script in his hand ready to attack with any kind of power he would receive. "I'm not sure what would happen, but here goes," he said to himself as he opened the Script and read it. It wrote 'Whirlwind: Intro' at the top followed by a set of easy musical notes. With talent, he memorised the whole thing in one glance.

Take was entirely confident of himself that he let Dill do whatever he was doing. "This boy is already mine," he snickered as he took a look at Blaine who was still engaged with the spider. He was about to laugh out aloud when a sound, a music was suddenly played. Then he realised that Dill was already playing his flute. An unknown energy swirled around his. "What's this? This immense aura...is it another Sound Curse?" Take cried in shock. He clumsily moved into his attacking stance.

"Too late," Dill said with a smile as he finihed his tune. "This time I'll attack. Dodge! Whirlwind: Intro!!" he exclaimed, unleashing the energy that was gathered. Take lost his balance, and his feet left the ground. Soon he was airborne!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Wow! Such incredible power coming from the Script. I feel really relived knowing that I managed to construct such details in this issues battle. Hope you readers get the picture okay? Hehe, find out if Take has lost on the next entry of this title. And maybe I'd put in a bit info on the Melody clan. Until then, enjoyy your days!!

Dwane VS The Enigma: #4

The young woman stood rather gracefully there on that deck. The blowing wind and the backround waves makes her look like she was some sort of beautiful painting up on a famous exhibition. Those pink lips curled up into a giggle, seeing how confused both Dwane and Ray were. "Hee, I'm sorry to have surprised you guys like that. The captain was getting draggy in his speech, so I thought a little conversation would save me from boredom," explained the lady in white. "My name is Sara."

Dwane just came to realise how mellow the voice that spoke to them. "I'm Dwane," he replied. "And I'm Ray," said Ray who began to giggle himself. After a few brief introductions, Sara repeated her question from before. "So, are you guys on a vacation?" As she asked this, she folded her arms and took off her shades. A pair of hazel eyes glistened under the sun, matching her hair.

Ray sighed. "Yeah, you could call it a vacation," he said in a tired manner. "Well, at least that's my purpose going there. My friend here is out on a picture outing. He's hunting for the most interesting pictures across the globe." Dwane felt like Ray was giving an introduction like he was a mysterious bachelor behind a curtain, waiting to be lifted. As Ray rambled on, Dwane took a moment to observe their mysterious new acquaintence who looked interested in the things Ray was telling her. She looks like a naive young girl, out to discover the world.

"What about you then?" Dwane asked when Ray had finished. It's true that he was a bit suspicious of the woman. Sara smiled. "Half of my purpose is for vacation. You know, sightseeing and meeting new people," she said in a cheerful manner. "The other half...lets just say I'm looking for something." She seemed to be a bit reluctant in saying that, but Dwane took no further notice as to respect her privacy. Ray only nodded solemnly towards her reply.

"I know, you're looking for that jibakurei right?" spoke an angry voice, butting in the conversation. All three of them looked around and noticed an old man standing not just far from them. His eyes glared at them. It's the staring man from before, said Dwane to himself. "What did he just say just now?

The wind suddenly stopped blowing as the captain finally finished his speech. "Everyone, just enjoy your cruise on Minerva! We'll get to Ghostly Land in no time."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Some of the characters have been cast people. It's been a while since I descibed a female character, si I hope it's beauty is imaginable toward you readers. Hehe, the name 'Sara' sounds so angelic. Until next time folks! Get to know what a 'jibakurei' is next series...take care!!

Zero Degrees: Seven

Dill was quite amazed with Blaine's battle movements. It was both swift and tactical at the same time. Blaine had managed to avoid every attack from the spider, and also had given back numerous counter attacks. Strange green liquid was beginning to ooze away from the cuts on the spider's body. It roared in pain pain each time a hit landed. But it showed no sign of going down. The spider still kept on attacking Blaine wildly despite its injuries.

Dill was so in awe, that he seemed to have forgotten about his other enemy. Even though Blaine had reminded him to look out for Take, he didn't even realise that Take was no longer there where they last saw him. There was only Tako struggling a tugging war with the other spider, and that's it. Where had Take gone to?

"Fool. I'm already behind you and you still haven't notice," snickered Take silently. He had stealthily made his way around the battlefield, and was now facing Dill's back at a range where Dill could not sense his precense. Take was already in a stance to unleash his Blade Chop yet once again. "This time, I'll cut off one of your legs so that you can't run little brat," he thought to himself. He waited for a brief moment to focus.

Blaine, who was glancing towards Dill every few moments as he was dodging the spider's attack, noticed the glistening colour of yellow from Dill's back. "Kid, dodge!" he shouted. "Huh?" Dill who was focusing on Blaine's battle all this time, was surprised by the loud shot that he stumbled a few steps backwards. He felt something pass his legs, and it exploded on the ground. Dill spun around and saw Take, who was growling in frustration. Take's attack had missed, and he was saved by Blaine once again!

Blaine tried to get himself engaged with Take, but still standing spider blocked his way. "Damn it! Run kiddo, run!" he exclaimed as he dodged another swipe from the creature. Take chuckled. "Yeah brat, you better run. If you can that is."

Dill glared at the mocking Take. "Run? Don't make me laugh," he said in a serious tone. It seems that he had come to his senses. No more fear, no more fascination could be traced in his eyes. "I'm always saved by others. By mother, by this mister. Now, I'm going to save myself," as he said this, Dill took out a bronze flute from his jacket. "Be honoured Take. You're going to be the first enemy I'll use my Script on."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, Dill is joining in the battle. Poor Tako, he doesn't even get a dialouge this past few episodes. Oh well, he does have a part later on in the story. Catch what ability Dill possess with the Script on the next release. Enjoyyy for now!

Zero Degrees: Six

The tower had fallen completely, and the spiders' screech made the air rattle. Take and Tako both had their eyes set on Blaine, ready for another round. Somehow, Take felt that the atmosphere was had changed. Before this, he seemed to be quite jumpy in the tower. Now, he seemed to be a lot calmer. What was going on? Blaine saw the confusion in Take's eyes, and chuckled. "You've realised? I had actually put a spell inside the tower, one of those Sound Curse. You know, through the music I whistled?"

Take scoffed. "Heh, you better be sorry now Blaine. When I'm a lot calmer, I rarely miss." He was about to make an attack, when the ground shook rather hard. With a grin, Blaine called out, "I think you better take care of that spider behind you first." The two Stone Guards spun around. One of the spiders was already behind the two guards, swiping one of its legs like a sword. They managed to dodge, and Take cursed under his mask.

The other spider however, ignored them and chased over to where Blaine and Dill were standing. Dill was starting to panic again. Blaine remained calm, and drew out a katana that had been hanging on his covered back. Looking at Dill with a smile, he said, "Listen. I'm going to fight this spider now, so you better watch out for that yellow guy if you're planning to still stay here. He's a mischievous one, and I think he's not planning on letting on any of us go. He will probably get after you first. Can I leave you to take care of yourself?" The spider had drawn closer, ready to swipe its sharp looking legs.

"Y..Yes!" Dill stammered. Blained chuckled. "Roger then!" he exclaimed as he swung his katana to block the spider's attack. The creature's leg bounced back with a loud clash, and it screeched in frustration. The spider lunged for another attack. This time, Blaine was ready to counter attack. Dodging the swipes, he made a tactical movement towards the spiders head creating multiple copies of himself. "Sword Strike: Illusionist Dance!" The attack hit two of the spider's many eyes, and it roared.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battle, the spider that was attacking the Stone Guards had its movement locked by Tako's clutch. Both the spider and Tako looked like they were having a sumo match. One moment Tako was being pushed, the next moment Tako was the one pushing the creature. Both seemed to be balanced in power. But where was Take?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: And the battle begins! I really am bad at naming attacking techniques, there seem to be missing the sizzle. I always wished I could create techniques like in 'HunterXHunter' or 'Samurai X'. Sigh...still a long way to go! Where is Take anyway? Find the answer in the next episode readers. Good day for now. Enjoyyy..!

Shot! :: Cloudy, Cloudy Indolence

"Atmosphere: Humid
Temperature: Warm
Air: Still
Day: Cloudy"

It was the only thing I wrote that day, as I lay upon the grassy field with the notebook on my chest. I stared blankly at the sky; so cloudy, so still. There was no wind blowing their cheerful whisper, and there was no cool with its provoking bites. Nothing. Where was everything?

It mattered not, I'll enjoy this indolence. I've always been too worked out in thinking. This time I'll let it rest, this time I'll let sooth. As the picture of the clouds pour into my eyes, I see its shapes change. One moment a plant, the other time an animal. I did not know what it was, but who cares anyway? I told you I'd enjoy this indolence.

"Brother, brother. It's up! It's up!" cried the little children playing around the centre of the field. I stood up to watch, the end of the pen in my mouth. Ah, they were playing the kite. A sister and her younger brother. It seems the wind had came for them; to make them move about, to make them smile. But why am I still enjoying this indolence? I'm always crazy to write, but not today. I'm always full in my head, but not today.

And the day before today, and the day before that. This indolence all began to fill my heart, ever since you went away. Far, very far precisely. Not long ago we would play out on the field, out in the river, out along the sky. Since then, only this cloudy indolence had been my company. Where are you right now, I wonder.

Then suddenly, mother called out from home. I glanced at my house. My mother was smiling. "Your sister called, she's coming home today!" My heart skipped a beat. Picking up my stuff, I gazed once again at the sky. There was a shape of a duck. My world began to move yet again, away from indolence.

"Atmosphere: Humid but comfortable

Temperature: Warm and cool, mixed up

Air: Still, yet with little signs of movement

Day: Cloudy and creamy"

Now that's more like it!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Err, I wonder what kind of theme this story relates itself to? Maybe a type of 'family/siblings' kind of themes? Haha, tell me what you think dear readers. But my day has really been in indolence. Got to keep up the pace. Thank you Dwane for another wonderful picture! Keep it up with spirit. Enjoyyy...!!

Dwane VS The Enigma: #3

"Right this way ladies and gentlemen," exclaimed a chubby middle aged man towards the gathering people. "My name is Lawrence. Captain Lawrence. Please, if you would step up to my beloved Minerva we an get to our pretty island as soon as possible." With that brief introduction, the man pointed towards a large blue yacht where a bridge had already been lowered. People began to make their way without any further questioning.

Dwane began to make his way too. Ray however, needed confirmation. "Excuse me captain," he asked as he approached the captain. "But is this the ship headed to Riho Island?" Dwane was quite startled when Captain Lawrence roared into a hearthy laugh. "You bet. Not many ship's out on a cruise today see," replied the captain warmly. "Maybe dear Minerva is the only one availabla today. Oh, so that's the island's name is it? We here call it the Ghosly Land."

Even though the captain said in a rather warm manner, something made both Dwane and Ray shiver upon hearing the nickname. "Um," Dwane wanted to ask something but he hesitated. Thanking the captain, they both made their way towards the yacht.

At least 20 people were up on the deck. Everyone had boarded in, and an inmate had already brought up the bridge. Captain Lawrence was now standing at the middle of the crowd, as he was about to notify a few things before they set sail. "Welcome aboard Minerva everyone! Now, I'd like to give out a few safety precautions before we go," said the captain in a deep loud voice. If there's a fire, remain calm and gather here at this deck..." and on warned the captain. Dwane and Ray were both almost at the far end of the gathering crowd as they listened in silence.

With that many people around, Dwane didn't notice that the smiling lady from before was just behind him. "Hello there," the female voice whispered. Dwane spun around in surprise. With a smile, the woman continued, "Out on vacation are we?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm making Dwane get into too many surprises here. Haha, I need to lower the suspense a bit I guess. Well, it's been a while since a new release. I've been totally off track! With a slap on my face, I hope you enjoy this new release. Take care!! =)

Zero Degrees: Five

"Uwaa!" cried Dill as he almost stumbled for running too fast. The two spiders were just inches away from him, he could hear the weird and scary snarling of the beasts as if they were breathing right on his neck. Take and Tako clumsily got on their guard. They had their focus now locked on the spiders, not bothering that Dill had already went past them. "Too...late!" exclaimed Tako when the spiders suddenly made a headbutt towards them, sending the two armoured men flying through the wall. The spiders seemed to wail in triumph.

Dill had ran so fast, that he almost knocked Blaine over. "Uwaa, sorry..." apologised Dill towards his rescuer, breathing rather furiously. "No time for that kiddo," exclaimed Blaine with a smile. "We better get out too if we're not interested in becoming some spiders' lunch." Blaine was right about getting out. The spiders had already had their many eyes on them. Quickly, Blaine lifted Dill as if he were a feather and dashed outside through the already cracking main door.

"Too much energy will be wasted if I fight them there in a small area," thought Blaine to himself when both of them were outside. He tried to think of something as he placed Dill back on the ground. Glancing back at the tower, he saw that the place was crumbling and shaking. The spiders seemed to be stucked inside for a while, but they will manage to get free in a few moments if they continued to ram the tower's wall like that. A hand suddenly grabbed Blaine's arm.

"Mister..." said Dill in a trembled voice. He seemed to be in panic, unable to continue his speech. "Don't worry, it'll be alright," Blaine said assuringly. "What were you doing back there? I think you know that this place is dangerous. Besides, why were you being chased by the Stone Guards?"

Dill, still mustering up his composure, replied weakly, "I...went to take this." As he said this, he held up a piece of cloth. There seemed to be some scribblings on it. "My mother's will...asked me to collect these Scripts, to protect myself," he suddenly blurted out. Dill had finally calmed down as he talked of his mother. "That's why I ran away from the city under their control," explained the boy, pointing at a distance.

Blaine took a glance to where Dill had pointed. Two armoured men was standing some metres away from them, shaking their heads. Blaine grinned. "Ho, so they're still up eh?" As soon as he finished saying that sentence, the tower collapsed.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Battle time folks! Next issue would be my first time trying to write a 'three-way' type of battle, so I would like readers to be prepared with a wavy and confusing presentation. Well, Take's name has been confusing enough! Haha, enjoyyy...don't forget to drop in next time. =)

Dwane VS The Enigma: #2

The sun shone so brightly, that Dwane had to wear a cap to avoid the heat and light. He was at De'luva Port; an exclusive port near his hometown, waiting for Ray to show up. Many personal yacht and cruise ships were lined neatly by the port's huge jetty. Since the summer holiday was near an end, owners of the ships mostly had decided to finish it off with their family at home. A wave came softly, and rocked the boat in unison.

It has been exactly a week since Ray's call informing Dwane about the empty island. He had met up with Ray the next day, receiving some forms needed to be filled in. Dwane had taken a look at the ad himself. There were very few pictures of the place in it, but Dwane seemed to be satisfied. The ad had told him that this is not everything on the island and many unknown places are yet to be discovered. This piqued Dwane's interest, as he enjoyed the thought of an exploration.

Dwane glanced at his watch. Almost 11 a.m. Participants were supposed to gather at the port by that time, where a ship was supposed to take them there. He had been waiting for at least ten minutes, and only six people were there. He didn't take much notice at first but a staring elderly man; bald and casually dressed in a plain shirt and shorts, made him became cautious and uncomfortable. He tried to avoid the stare and think of something else. Dwane thought of the island. He thought of the emptiness. What could have drove people away from such a place? Was there something else that the ad didn't inform? It may just be his imagination, but Dwane was feeling chills.

Shaking his head, Dwane tried to shift his mind into other things. He realised that the man that had been staring at him, was now looking at a young woman in shades. Is this man a stalker? Dwane sighed, and took a glance at the woman. She was wearing shades and and a large hat. She had long hazel hair up to her shoulders, and her white blouse and long skirt seemed to reflect the blinding sunlight. What took Dwane by surprise, the woman was not annoyed or scared at the staring man. Instead, her pink lips drew up a smile.

"Sorry I'm late," cried a well known voice from behind. Ray had finally showed up, just a minute or two before eleven o'clock came. Dwane looked around him, and saw that some people were showing up creating a medium sized crowd. Dwane held his bagpack tightly. "What took you so long?" Before Ray could answer, a loud whistle made everyone there turn their heads. "Welcome everyone to the Minerva Cruise!" welcomed a rough voice cheerfully.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hoho, added in a few mystery styles of Gosho Aoyama in making his manga 'Detective Conan'. All in all, the storyline is developing. Hoorayy...! Now, I can relax as I sip some hard-cold apple juice. Enjoyyy!!!

Zero Degrees: Four

Take huffed irregularly. He had gone all out on his attacks, blasting away at the base of the tower. Dusts were still flying around. Take could only see Tako standing next to him, in a stance ready for any counter attack. A strong cold wind suddenly blew in, clearing the dusty atmosphere quickly. Both Take and Tako stared cautiously in front of them. A human shadow was standing there.

"My, my..." said Blaine, scrapping debris off his shoulders. "So aggressive. But it would've been effective if it hit right?" The floor around him was in a deformed shape. Marks of what looked like huge blades had scarred most of it, only a few parts managed to stay unharmed. Blaine examined the floor. "Well, I pity the floor though. You could've attacked slowly, you know?" He grinned.

"You..." snarled Take, trying to steady his composure. He was always the calm one among the Stone Guards, but somehow he was quite shaken by Blaine's taunts. "What's going on here? The air feels different somehow," thought Take to himself. He was no longer in his battle stance as he stared carefully at his enemy. Only Tako seemed ready for battle. With a sigh, Take said, "Well Blaine, it seems like you're at an disadvantage. You may have a chance in a one-on-one fight, but there are two of us here now. I'd might just let you slide, if you were to leave here quietly."

Blaine took no notice of the threat thrown towards him. His eyes were locked on the stairs. Only he had noticed the rattles that were coming from the stairs. Something...huge was on its way down. He frowned. "I think gentlemen, we may need to change our battleground outside," said Blaine as he pointed towards the exit. Both Take and Tako did not understand.

In an instant, a loud crash was heard. Dill seemed to have stumbled down the staircase hurriedly, hitting his body over the nearby shelf. His face clearly showed deep fear. "R...run! Spiders!" he yelled, running towards his enemies and mysterious rescuer. Another loud crash was heard; this time, two huge spiders were chasing Dill from behind!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I thought of ghosts to chase them, but then I thought that Dill would've been caught in an instant if it were ghosts. Almost entering fifth part, I'm so proud of myself! Hehe, enjoyyy..!

Shot! :: My Cup of Tea

What do you like in life? There are the winding roads of adventure; and an equal amount of safe, straight paths. Some liked to mix and match, while others loved it to be the same all the way. But I know, not all that we prefer are presented to us the way we want it. Life, is not just made up by the way we our own selves choose but it is also created by what others think too.

The way I imagined my road, is a simple walkway with rows of flowers and unknown boxes. Sure I want a peaceful happy life ahead, but my idea of fun is to be curious along the way. Who knows what will pop up next? Maybe drops of rain to feed the flowers, or a strong sun sucking everything out of it. I tried to be prepared for every possibilities; but hey, I'm human too. Like I said, there is not all that we can choose.

Where shall I go then, if my road of choice has been reconstructed? I like it like that, so why can't I just go on? Such a selfish nature of the human beings! Always thinking of one's ownself, not realising how others are building their preferable roads too. People meet, and people part. When roads cross each other, I don't mind having rows of other things besides flowers. I personally like certain things, but that doesn't mean I hate everything else. How I liked curiousity, remember? Even if things go wrong, I can still alter it so that it's good for everyone.

To put it simple, I like it sweet and strong. Perhaps with a beautiful colour, and a dash of herbal scent. Don't need to know the brand just to add excitement. Ah, that seemed to be the perfect one. I took a sip. My, my...it was too tasteless. I put it back, and added in my own portion of sugar.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been 6 whole days since a "Shot!" entry, that's because I still don't really have any real structure in these stories! I'll be more careful not to sound too poetic, so that it would be 'preferable' to everybody. But I won't promise anything, I just write with the flow of emotions. Hope you enjoyed it this time. The moral of this piece is, it's not always laid out the way you want it to be. But you can always modify so things would go right! What's your cup of tea then? ;)

Dwane VS The Enigma: #1

Ring, ring, ring...

"Pass the ketchup..."

Ring, ring, ring...

"No, not that again...zzz..."

Ring...the phone went dead. The caller had probably given up, or perhaps was ready to try again. It was already 2 a.m. Quite late to be expecting a call. The moon illuminated itself upon an apartment room where the phone had rung. Someone, a man was sleeping on a bed; rolling over occassionally, talking in his sleep. The ringing had somehow made him annoyed, as his blanket was tossed aside rather roughly. Then, the phone rang again. This time, the person woke up. He answered the phone groggily.

"Hello," said the man in a dry manner. His eyes were almost starting to close again, when an excited and loud voice replied over the receiver. This made him startled. He was suddenly wide awake. "Hello! Dwane, Dwane. This is Ray. What were you doing just now, not answering my call?" a male voice boomed. Irritated, Dwane replied sarcastically, "Guess."

Ray however, did not realise Dwane's tone and thought that he was joking. This made Dwane even more irritated. He had a very tiring day at his workplace, and was quite angry that his rest was disturbed. Dwane then said to Ray, "If it's not an emergency, I'll promise you won't have any peaceful sleeps for the rest of your lives." His tone was much clearer this time.

His friend remained silent for a while, before apologizing for disturbing his sleep. "Haha...no need to sound mad. This is important. Did you remember that you asked me to find a place with a beautiful and unique scenery?"

"Yeah," Dwane replied. "I thought you gave up?"

"Tsk, tsk. That was before I stumbled up this ad. It says that there was going to be a four-day trip to an empty island, where the view is guarenteed to be breathtaking. They say that the people there had all migrated elsewhere inthe past because something happened. The place had been in Nature's hand for twenty-five years! Hey, there's a unique view for you. There are not many empty towns you can find these days."

Dwane listened with full attention. He paused for a while, trying to decide. Indeed the description Ray had told himmade him interested, but he was afraid that the ad was bluffing. He had always been passionate in photography ever since college, and Ray had helped him find locations for his love for digital art. Ray was a professional when it comes to pick a spot. Dwane had trusted him ever since their first meeting. This time, he would believe in him as well. "Okay. I'm in. Can you sign me up?" Dwane replied with a grin.

After a few short conversations, Dwane hung up. He was quite elated over the news of the trip. He was feeling wide awake now, and noticed the beautiful glow of the moon. He snatched his camera from a drawer, and snapped the picture.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: To all Dwane's fan, here's his entrance to the story! Hehe...ready for more? Wait okay. Just enjoyyy this release first!!

Zero Degrees: Three

"What is there to whisper,
than the whispering chill?,
Land will be taken,
Land will be bare,
Behold,
Be careful..."

The mysterious person begins to sing the lyrics of the tune, and his voice echoed the vibrating warmth all around the insides of the tower. Dill was only able to capture the alluring voice, quite young and serene. "It's a male," thought Dill to himself. Thanks to this guy, Dill had escaped the threats from Take. He continued to listen.

"Who are you?" repeated Take to the still singing guy. The man was quite tall, having an innocent face and perhaps was quite older than Dill in age. A simple attire was attached to the mysterious intruder; wearing a black coloured jacket, dark jeans and a grey scarf. His eyes were glassy, reflecting a bit of the glowing dim light. The man grinned. "Take the Topaz, Tako the Emerald. I know you, but you don't need to know me. Or maybe you already have heard about me? Want to know what happened to Taku the Sapphire?" The man giggled.

Take eyes grew bigger in shock. "Blaine the Razor!" he roared, and blasted his Blade Chop in an instant. The scene was covered in smoke once again. Dill could see nothing anymore, but he continued to hear more blasts from beneath. "Uh, I wish I could help..." he murmured. But then he realised, he could help if only he managed to get the Script. Since he was no longer in Take's attention, Dill got up and continued to scramble up the stairs as quickly as he could.

The sound from the base of the tower continued to get wilder. Dill finally reached a door at the end of the steps, and opened it without hesitation. The door led him inside a room filled with lots of dusty crates. Cobwebs were everywhere, Dill had to wave his hands all around himself to push them away. Something glimmered from within. Dill focused his view. A treasure chest lay almost hidden behind a small crate; golden and untouched by any specs of dust. "It's in here," he whispered excitedly, drawing closer to the chest.

Dill didn't realise, that a loud creak sounded itself from the ceiling.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Totally late in updating! I was really busy and tired with an exciting graduation, added with some official business to do then. All in all, the third chapter of this title is out! Got to focus. Enjoyyy...!

Dwane VS The Enigma: Prologue

Not everyone liked it there.The environment was always bleak and the air was dusty. However, many photographers had gone for a visit at Vallery's Mansion since the scenery was somehow quite unique. This attracted a whole lot of people wanting to get good shots for their ever growing collection of masterpieces. That is, if their collection ever grows after going to that place.

Since 1990, which was five years after the death of the landowner and the mansion was abandoned, strange things began to happen to those who took a step into the area. Playful children who had their own adventure around the mansion's area or even grown ups who took a shortcut through the mansion's lawn, returned home only to have a high fever the next day. People from the vicinity took no notice of such patterns, only acknowledging the happenings as a normality in life.

Only one doctor around that time noticed. His patients wereincerasing, and most would confess having set their foot around the abandoned mansion. Being curious, the doctor decided to investigate. If the area was dangerous it must be eredicated, that was what the doctor thought. He had always had strong believes over spiritual matters, perhaps because he had an experience of his own.

Thus the doctor went to Vallery's Mansion one cloudy morning, with a camera in his hands. Evidence was crucial for people to believe espeacially some physical evidence. The doctor had walked up and down and even circled the entire mansion, snapping some pictures where he thought was appropiate. The sun began to rose higher and higher.

An aide to the doctor was waiting in a car just outside the the mansion's enormous gates.He had waited for more than three hours listening to the radio. He understood the doctor's nature of work, always being precise and careful, so he understood why the doctor was taking so long. He was following a tune in the radio, when a loud scream startled him. It was the doctor! Panicked, the aide stumbled out of the car and rushed inside the mansion. He shouted out the doctor's name, looking around at every inch of the area. Inside the mansion, around the grove. Nothing. The doctor had vanished!

Until now, any photographer would end up missing when they go to Vallery's Mansion for a photo outing.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah, a new title release! This would be one of my 'TESL Production' project, and I've chosen Dwane's part for a starter. I won't add any new titles until late September, so you guys can continue to enjoy "Zero Degrees", "Shot!" and "Dwane VS The Enigma" slowly. Take care readers!!

Shot! :: Teachings of a Homeless

It was already 4 a.m. The journey back home was tiring. The bus was poorly maintained and the roads were crooked. I only managed to doze of for just a brief moment, being wide awake most of the time. Being exhausted, I decided to get home as fast as I could. As always, the shortcut. The dark silent back-alley.

The alleyway was far from normal, as any other usual nights there. The eerie silence seemed to burst my ears, and the waltzing shadows made my heart jumpy. But it is worth the risk. Time, energy; all could be saved. I quickened my pace, someone seemed to be following me. *Pat, pat*... Who could it be on such a night? No more nonesense, time to get home.

Was life during the night as dark as this? All seemed insecure, all seemed lost. I thought I was already used to the dark surroundings, but it seemed to engulf me even deeper and deeper each time I settled down with it. What was incomplete? What was not there? *Pat, pat*... The sound was still there, faster this time. It's chasing me!

Help! My voice was gone. This darkness is suffocating. I thought this was the shortcut I always go to, but why is it taking such a long time. The thing was already behind me, breathing with energy. Am I going to be caught? Then there was a light! Glowing dimly, yet surely. I began to run as fast as I could, forgetting my tiredness.

There under the light, was a man sleeping soundly on the floor. How brave of him, doesn't he know that weird things are happening here? I huffed and halted, the thing behind me was gone. Was it because of the light? My sound and abruptness seemed to awaken the poor man. He looked up to me grogily and said, "Chap, what were you doing in the dark there?"

"I...wanted to get back home through this shortcut," I explained. "And there's something chasing me just now." The man, dressed in ragged clothes, looked up meaningfully. He yawned. "What are you doing? I thought no one in this world would go through the darkness to ease things up. I guess such people do exist. Listen chap, always stay within the light. Eventhough it means sacrificing yourself. Because once you step into the darkness, fear will always come and chase you no matter how strong you are." With that, the man went back on the floor and snored.

I was wrong. No matter how used I am in the dark, it'll always get stronger next time. I smiled. As I made my way towards home, I thanked the man as his figure grew distant and small.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The moral is, don't succumb into the 'dark' ways! Haha...guess I still don't know what I'm rambling here in this story. But I hoped I managed to give a tingle of suspense to you guys. Don't let your fears chase you! If you can't help it, run! Haha...enjoyy.

p/s: Actually, it's not good to run away from your fears. Thank you Dwane for the amazing picture!

Zero Degrees: Two

Dill was only half-way through the tower's stairs when he heard an explosion from down below. He took a gulp, feeling the strong aura emitted from his chasers even though he's quite far away. It was good that he thought to sealed the door and made his way up as quickly as he could. Confronting such strong enemies was useless now. He would be nothing without the Script. "Hope they are still stalling," wished Dill silently, staring cautiously at the flowing dusts below. With a huff, he continued to hop up the stairs as swiftly as he could.

"Not so fast, brat," cried a rough voice from below. Chill ran down Dill's spine. He glanced at the dusty scene below and noticed a glistening ray of a yellow spectrum. An armoured arm was stretched out pointing directly at where Dill was standing. "Dodge," said the voice in a snicker as the hand swayed downwards, making it look like it was cutting air. Dill noticed the killer intent of the cut, and dodged the invisible attack just seconds before impact. Nothing seemed to happen at first, before the few steps in front of him exploded into pieces.

The dust had cleared, and Take stood there at the base of the tower locking his eyes on Dill. "Hehe, I suggest you don't move little kid. I already have you locked on, any move forward and my Blade Chop will hit," the threat sounded shrill, Dill was left motionless. The huge Tako then came into view, and took a look at their trapped escapee. "I guess we got him," said the green guy rather calmly.

"Tako, go and seize him," ordered Take. Tako nodded. He was about to take on the stairs, when a whistling tune made him turn his head towards the entrance. Even Take turned to look. The tune grew louder and louder. It was the tune of the ancients, Whispering Chill. Dill heard this, and tried his best to see what it was. But he was already way up the tower and could see nothing. He only saw that Take was no longer focused on him, but had already turned his way towards the entrance. "Who are you?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Well, it's quite short but I'm satisfied. Hehe...continue to wait for the next episode! Enjoyyy!

Zero Degrees: One

"He is here Tako," cried a yellow armored man.

"I guess so, Take," responded a green one next to the yellow.

Both Take and Tako were in front of Attaqurra Tower. Because of the white snow, both of their attires stood out. Take's yellow armour made of topaz was reflecting the sunlight quite vibrantly, while Tako's huge emerald green armour made him look like a pine tree in the middle of a snowstorm. Their faces could not be seen as their heads were also covered with a unique headpiece, only their human eyes could only be seen. Both of their capes fluttered furiously, following the path of the raging wind.

Tako who was the tallest among the two, took a peek inside through the round windows. He could see nothing in the dim lighted tower base, except for a few tables and the flight of stairs. "I guess he's hiding," Tako alerted Take, who had already circled around the tower once. He too did not see anyone outside the area. "He should already be at the top of the tower," said Take.

"I guess," shrugged the green. He shifted his body in front of the entrance. With his huge hands, he tried to push the door open. But it didn't budge. "Huh?" cried the confused Tako. He pushed the door over and over again, but nothing happened except for a few rattles and creaks. Tako began to get impatient. "Huhhh?"

"It's that brat," said Take calmly. "How dare he defied our orders and escaped from the village when he was supposed to stay put. The officers there couln't even stop a kid, and calls our assistance. We got better errands to do, right Tako?" The green Tako was already rattling the door with both of his hands. "I....GUESSS!"

With a huge roar, Tako unleashed a strong aura from both of his palms and broke the door into pieces. Dust and splinters flew everywhere. Both of the armoured men just stood silently, not bothering to block any peices that were flying towards them. Take then giggled, "Hehe, I wish your personality was as sure as your strength Tako. Lets find that brat." They both then entered into the tower.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Haha, I never really planned in creating these guys so forgive me for the weird and confusing names! But it goes with the storyline, I hope you guys enjoy this new release. So fast right?

Shot! :: Dremless, Colourless

Morning arrived as usual that day, as promised. Not a moment early, not a moment too late. I ponder at the magnificent flow of time; always keeping their track straight in precision. I had nothing to do that day and decided to stroll down the quiet village path on my trusty bike. The clock struck, signalling that it was 7.30 a.m.

It was a soundless, colourless morning. No jolly chirps of the birds, no provocative whispers of the wind, no golden glimmering of the sun. Even the trees looked grey and weak. It might have only been my own imagination; but I realised I had no right to imagine, to dream. What I'm feeling must be real. I pressed on and came to a halt at a pipeline. Some kind of strong urge inside me was telling that I should stay.

Sitting on the pipe, the background grew dimmer. My mind was blank. There was nothing to think about, nothing to do. I'm not much of a big dreamer as I just go with the flow. What was there for me to dream about? My life had been decided, and I never thought of any unrealistic views of the future. What use is there for people to go abroad than what they are capable off. It was foolish, wasn't it?

As I sat there, I saw an old man approaching the pipe. There was a certain shine in the man's face, it glowed with a smile. He stopped in front of me and greeted warmly. "It's such a fine morning. What are you doing here just sitting?" the man aked. Mechanically, I replied, "There's nothing for me to do sir."

"Not even thinking? Dreaming?" the man said rather coolly.

"There is nothing for me to think about sir. It's been decided that I'll be taking over my father's farm, and I accept it. Nothing to think, nothing to dream," I said solemnly.

The man's smile widened. It was so calming. With a pat on my shoulder, the man said, "It's never too late to dream. Dreams are what drives us, dreams are what colours us. With no dreams, our life will be painted colourless. Never lose hope. Humans can actually achieve more than what they are capable off. Oh, and you're lying when you said you were not thinking. Haven't you been thinking about yourself lately?" With this, the man said goobye and left.

He was right. This dullness is the result of being dreamless, colourless. I remembered how colourful it was when I was young, wanting to achieve the things that I want. Eventhough my dreams are gone now, I noticed that the pipe was blue! Time to continue my life with dreams and work hard to achieve it.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I don't know what the hell I wrote about, but I hope the main message is received by you readers! Hehe, I'll improve better on my pictorial stories. "Shot!" will be a part of my writings based on pictures. Right now I'll be borrowing pictures from Dwane's Flickr...so, please Dwane? =P

p/s: Dwane's photos can be viewed at...

[ http://www.flickr.com/photos/ahmad_ridhwan/]

Zero Degrees: Prologue

Crusco Island was freezing as ever that day. The temperature was obviously near 5 degrees Celcius, and snow fluttered around in a sort of twirl. A snowstorm was expected to rage later, thus not a single soul was seen moving about. Near the edge of the beach, almost at the top of a steep cliff stood a magnifecent oak tower. The tall tower glistened under the dim sunlight, radiating a sort of mystical energy.

A violent wind began to blow its way around the cliff. At a distance; a figure began to approach the base of the tower quickly, carefully. The humanly shadow took a glance to its back at almost every second, as if someone was following it. As the figure reached the base of the tower, its physique became more and more prominent despite the fact that the snow was already fluttering wildly. The body was short and quite small, its movement displayed youth and energy. The human wore a simple yet thick white snowcoat, a white snowcap and covered the eyes with a pair of dark goggles. It huffed as it let its gloved hand touch the entrance of the tower.

"It's here. Finally," it was the voice of a young male. The boy then gave its hand a strong push, opening the huge entrance of the tower. He expected the wooden door to be quite heavy and immovable, but he managed to swing it wide open in one push. With a smile of relief, the boy made his way into the tower.

"Well, it's quite warm and comfortable in here," thought the boy to himself as he closed the door behind him. The tower's base was wide and the floor was probably made of some kind of warm stone. A beautiful set marble staircase was located at the edge of the wall, and a few round small windows were arranged all around the tower. The young boy took a quick glance around and shifted his goggles to his forehead, revealing a handsome face with a pair of green eyes.

"Okay Dill, this is it. Lets go look for the Script," the boy mumbled to himself, assuring himself with confidence. Dill then took out a piece of paper from his coat and went through it carefully: 'Attaqurra Tower attic, beware of spiders.'

He stared at the staircase. No spiders were around, and he assumed that it was safe to proceed. As he was about to make his way towards the stairway, Dill heard some voices from outside. He made an annoyed face. "Damn it, they chased me down here."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry for the delay, but my first story for this blog is finally up! This title is under the 'action/fantasy' genre, and those of you who like the scenery of snow would enjoy this piece. I'll try to update this story once a week at most. Do look out for updates at [http://danslinkage.blogspot.com/]! Thank you for reading and enjoyy!!!