DANS Original Piece

Singular Sizzle :: Close

2011-08-18T16:20:00.000-07:00

13:40, July 2017

It's hard to trail away from our own memories as one walks through nostalgic grounds. Even though some of the thoughts might not be as pleasing, our brain just jump starts and you'll be having slide shows from the past. At some moments, some may begin to think why such memories still linger.

Summer had arrived. In order to escape the heat, many city dwellers opt to spend their weekend inside a shopping mall. Sophie had her schedule free for the entire day, so she decided to go down to Amazon Mall. She had this sudden calling to come to the mall, even though it was quite a long time since she last came here. Sophie noticed that the parking lot was slightly larger, and the building looked a little different. As she made her way through the entrance, she roughly calculated that there may have been a gap of two years. It was not like the place was far from her home; she just didn't have the usual company she always had two years ago.

Walking through the ground floor was already a stroll down memory lane for Sophie. She remembered how much she and her usual company would stop by the candy store to get some jelly beans. Then she would have to wait for that person to browse for magazines as they came across a bookstore. Finally before going up to the first floor, it was that person's turn to wait as Sophie had to try on some new set of beauty products.

As she rode up the escalator, her lips curled up into a mini smile. Nobody could have noticed, but Sophie knew that the recollections she was having made her feel less lonely. And somewhat relieved. "I'm glad I came here after all," she mumbled as she headed to a favourite place that belonged to her and her long lost company. The place was called The White ice cream shop. She remembered how much that person begged her to have some ice cream there the first time they met. And once she had a taste, even until today, Sophie thinks that it was the best place ever to get some cold treat.

The line at the counter was long as usual, so Sophie decided to wait a while at a vacant table. Her mind began to wander a bit; thinking how much she misses this place and how she kind of misses that person too. "I wonder where he is right now?" she thought.

Some people say that words were prayers. And most believe that sometimes it is answered immediately. Sophie had a shock when a hand waved right in front of her dreaming face. "So it was really you Sophie. Remember me?"

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17:35, February 2015

"So Darryl, tell me about your dreams," Sophie asked as they sat down with their large scoops of delicious ice cream. Darryl scratched his head a bit before answering. "You mean last night?"

Sophie rolled her eyes. "No you silly. I mean your hopes, your future prospect or whatever else people call it."

It was a chilly weekend. The area had just finished a massive downpour, and despite the cold Darryl still insisted that they go out for ice cream. "It's more interesting this way," he explained. Not that she really understands what that means, but Sophie too had the urge for some cold bite.

"Dreams, let's see," Darryl began to think as he licked part of his vanilla flavoured scoop from his spoon. "Well you know I like arts, so my dreams are kind of along those lines. Probably my dream is to dream a lot everyday." Sophie who was listening wiped a bit of her strawberry smudge from her chin. She sighed and answered, "I don't even know if that makes any sense."

They both laughed. The topic ended there, but Sophie knew that Darryl was far from finished. She knew that he was somewhat still thinking about it. That night she received a text from him that went: "If there are ever dreams worth anything; I want you to be a part of it."

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14:18, July 2017

Sophie could not believe it. Here she was, eating ice cream again with Darryl. It was almost two years since they really talked to each other, and now that they are face to face words seem to fail them. They had small talks about their life progress, work, family. At certain point they would remain silent, immersed in their own thoughts, smiling discretely.

"What happened with us?"

"I don't know. You suddenly went far."

"And you suddenly weren't as close."

"I wonder where all the magic we had went."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: After watching '500 Days of Summer', this sort of inspiration was born. I always believed that every meeting and relationship with someone (be it with families or friends) is magical in it's own ways. Let us pray that the path we're on are the ones we choose, leaving no regrets. Take care!

Poetic :: Take Care (Times Three)

2011-07-09T17:06:00.000-07:00

Take care,
From the gleaming sun
And the frigid breeze
From the hazy dust
And rain that will make you sneeze.

Take care,
From physical strain
To any mental stress
From emotional mix ups
And other stuff I might not guess.

Take care,
From whatever it may be
So be gentle and be kind
And be firm and be strong
I'm sure life's going to be just fine.

Here are prayers times three,
For you,
For me,
For the whole wide world.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: For all of those who are starting something; be it something new or something that was left aside before. Hey like I always say, take care readers! :)

Poetic :: Rhythm of Friendship

2011-05-29T06:07:00.000-07:00

This is for you my friend
A bright star fallen from the sky
Giving warmth that knows no end
No matter when I smile or cry

This is for you my buddy
A soothing drop of potent potion
Reminding me to stay strong and steady
And shout my troubles out to the ocean

This is for you my ally
An everlasting memory in my mind
Just so you know I'll always try
To never ever leave you behind.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: An urgent request from a best friend gave birth to this simple piece. Simple as it is, I still think this looked good. To all readers and friends out there, let's cherish all the simple moments that we have faced and take some rest from the various complexities we are facing. Until next time (wonder when that is), take care!

Poetic :: Long Live Roxanne! (Days Without You)

2011-02-20T19:33:00.000-08:00

It is here,
My days without you,
Where things in place,
Are not entirely exactly,
Where stuff are said,
Are not entirely exactly,
For I am a trapped haiku.

"The blaze surrounds me,
The thump grows louder again,
I am alone now."

Long live Roxanne!
Long live Roxanne!
They would hail all night,
While I am there outside the lines,
Praying,
That the flame of memory and resolve,
Shall never fade.

Long live Roxanne,
I will whisper and wave,
And smile and cheer on,
And walk away.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a hectic week, but I finally managed to materialize my part of the activity (sorry for the delay Kak Zaty). Anyways I'm not that good with a haiku, so instead I decided to merge it with a normal form of poem. It was difficult but I hope I pulled it off. It felt like forever re-drafting this one since I kinda felt so apart with this title, but somehow what I'm feeling now is in sync with this piece and I'm happy it turned out the way it is. Enjoy readers, see you guys again! Sorry for blabbering, ciao~

Singular Sizzle :: Rain Diary

2011-02-04T09:21:00.000-08:00

22/8/93 – With the curious mind of a 4 year old boy, I stared blankly at the falling water coming from the sky. Mom seemed to call this event as ‘raining’ and would never let me outside. So there I was hands gripping rather loosely upon the grill door, forehead leaning gently against the cold steel, looking up at the sky and wondered who was pouring so much water from such a high place. It looked a lot like the shower I always take; only this so called rain falls on a wider area. I want to go outside. Why can’t I go outside? Mom who was watching me dangling at the door this whole time suddenly said; “Do you want to go outside and play in the rain?” My heart lighted up and quickly nodded to the offer. Mom unlocked the door; I slide it open with all my strength and dashed towards downpour. As countless drops pattered on my little body, I could only exclaim a wow and giggled all the way.

16/6/00 – This was the first time in my life I have ever let someone down. Guilt seemed to manifest wildly from within, and I was forced to bear the silence that evening. Today at school I made a promise with my close friend to walk home together. I was supposed to wait at the gate after school. I was supposed to go there directly when the bell rang. But I forgot and took the bus home instead. To make matters worse, it began to rain that entire evening! I still haven’t noticed that I forgot such an important thing; not until I met him that evening at a tuition centre. He was moody, and he was certainly not talking to me. When another friend told me what happened, my heart sank. Not only did I left him alone to wait, he was also forced to walk back home alone under the rain. I made a mistake, a huge mistake. The continuous heavy downpour from outside seemed to be drum rolling the guilt I was dwelling, so much that I could not focus on other tasks. The only thing I could do was say sorry again and again. Oh rainy day, why did I forget?

1/6/01 – Being at a boarding school doesn’t seem so bad. I’ve been away from home for months now and the experience so far was great. But today something interesting happened. It was raining heavily that evening, and my friend and I had to come to our classroom to tidy up a bit. The wind was extremely cold, the atmosphere was damp and we were quite lazy to do any form of sweeping. Feeling bored inside an empty classroom, my friend decided to go check out the other classrooms to see if there were others present within the academic block. I was in no mood to move about, so I let him go on his own. So there I was alone at the back of the classroom staring out the window at the beautiful falling pallets, when she suddenly entered. Of course I knew who this ‘she’ was, but it seemed like I just noticed her existence today. She had a cute frown on her face and she mumbled something as she closed her wet umbrella. Her red dotted kurung matched her red sling bag, and somehow I really like the colour red. There was a magical aura surrounding her as she sat at her seat completely ignoring me, almost like a grumpy fairy suddenly bursting out of nowhere from the mysterious pouring rain. Hey, is this love?

20/10/05 – Ah the last day of school. The time when you are ready to pack all those memories in the heart and go back home. But wait, my friends and I still had another memory to take back on that day. On the spur of the moment, we decided to take one last tour around the school and get ice-cream as the final goal. So thus we began our journey on a windy afternoon. We climbed through all the stairs, peered through restricted areas and went into almost every classroom. By the time we were satisfied with the academic block, we decided to take a stroll around the wardens’ houses which were located near the female’s hostel. Our intention: to make the girls become aware and look at us. But luck wasn’t not on our side. As we made it halfway through the road, it began to rain hard. Within seconds we were drenched and we had to dash towards the nearest cover. The four of us huffed and puffed and tried to take our breath before all of a sudden; all of us burst into laughing. Like they say, cheeky intentions always come with a price. But we still got our ice-cream despite the freezing downpour, so mission accomplished explorers!

2/1/11 – I don’t know why, it always seemed to rain whenever I wanted to see you. Last time you were soaked when you came down to see me. Today when I wanted to pass something to you, the clouds grumbled and churned louder than my nervous heart. I could even feel a few trickles of water as I zoomed towards where you were. But I’m not having any cheeky intentions here; I just wanted to see you. So why must the rain always be there as if stopping me from ever reaching you. Well who cares if I get wet or soaked or get a fever the next day; as long as I get to see you. But when I think about it carefully now, the rain was probably there to always calm me down. Yeah that must be it. I was always flustered and worried and anxious whenever I wanted to see you. Probably, just probably; the rain was always there to wash those feelings away to make room for confidence. And that’s probably why we got a chance to actually meet.

Dear rain, you have always been there at important moments of my life. You have always been there to make me feel more alive. Please continue to be there. And I’ll promise to always watch you by.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while since I wrote something. Thank you to Kak Zaty for wanting to participate in this little activity of writing something under the theme of rain. For me, rain is the best weather there is. I love water, rainy day looks romantic and things seemed to slow down when it rains. My perfect rainy day activity would be sitting by the window eating ice-cream! Haha, anyways hope you guys enjoy this latest piece of mine. I'm a bit rusty lately, so please do bear with me as I try and get my composure back. Until next time readers, take care!

Singular Sizzle :: The Card for Everyone

2010-09-09T05:48:00.000-07:00

It was recess at Sekolah Kebangsaan Kampung Bayam. As it was during the fasting month, all of the Muslim students remained in their classroom including Maisarah. She was busy doodling something on a piece of paper, trying to let her mind escape from thinking too much about the surrounding heat. Lisa, the class monitor, noticed that Maisarah was drawing something and decided to have a look.

"You know Mai," commented Lisa as she glanced the half-finished picture. "You've got a lot of talent at drawing. It's really beautiful." Maisarah stopped her hand from moving and joined Lisa in admiring what was on the piece of paper. "Yeah, I think so too," she winked and wiped her sweaty forehead.

"Hey, I've got an idea!" Lisa exclaimed, dragging a wooden chair over to her friend's desk. "Raya is in two weeks time, why don't you make your own card and give it to everyone? I'm sure it'll be delighful!" Maisarah had continued her work, and gave a thoughtful look. She mumbled something about the picture, before replying, "Yeah, maybe I will. But I have to get materials later then, and it's been so hot lately that I think I will melt sooner or later if I go outside." Both of them laughed as the bell signaled the end of recess.

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Zaid's heart fluttered as he cycled back home. Maisarah's going to give away cards to everyone. Everyone including himself! "Maybe the gang of bully won't get any though," his mind wandered as he swayed from one side of the road to another.

Zaid has always been a fan of Maisarah's artwork. Every time he noticed Maisarah had drawn something, he would take a look at it when she's not around. It's not that he was afraid of her; the fact was that he was shy because he too was a fan of Maisarah herself. Zaid realized that he would be numb struck if he were to approach her directly. Many times he to to talk to Maisarah about her art, but that many times ended with no success.

"But this time I'm definitely going to have a talk with her!" he shouted as he let go of his bicycle's handle and spread his arms wide. He can't wait for Maisarah to give him a card.

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This was it. Today's the day she had decided to distribute her handmade greeting cards before the holiday began. Maisarah had came to class with a plastic full of colourful papers. Lisa had a grin on her face. The teachers could only shake their heads with a smile. Zaid had a time bomb planted in his heart.

"So that's it for today's class," Cikgu Aliff finished off his Science lesson for the day. The classroom went into a sort of frenzy. The holiday has begun! Maisarah went up the teacher and handed him a card. "Thank you Mai," said Cikgu Aliff warmly. "It's very beautiful. Okay class, Selamat Hari Raya now!"

Zaid didn't even take the energy to respond to his teacher's wish. He was trying to keep his cool as Maisarah began to distribute her cards. "One for you...one for you..." Those who have received the card kept praising at the nicely made cards. It was full in colours and details, many wondered when did she have the time to make them all. "This one is for my best friend," Maisarah exclaimed as she handed a card to Lisa. Lisa yelped in excitement and hugged her friend.

This is it, Zaid thought. She's going to skip those bullies, and it's going to be me next! He closed his eyes in anticipation and waited. And he continued to wait. Huh? He opened his eyes and realized that Maisarah was already packing her bags. She indeed have skipped the bullies, but he never thought that she was going to skip himself. Everyone began to disperse as Zaid's heart sunk deep.

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His bicycle seemed heavier than usual. Zaid was so distressed that he was making an effort to actually go back home. He kept on sighing, wondering why he did not receive the card. As he approached the gate with his head hung low, someone called from behind. "Zaid!"

Zaid stopped but kept his head down. "What is it Lisa?" he shrugged, not having the energy to turn around. Lisa gave a giggle. "What are you so sad about? Was it because Mai didn't give you a greeting card?" she asked. Letting out a sigh, he replied, "Yeah...."

Again another giggle. "And do you know that Mai is right behind you right now?" Huh? As quickly as he could, Zaid turned around. He saw Lisa, and next to her was Maisarah! "M...Mai?" he was out of words. Maisarah scratched her cheek that was turning red.

"I'm sorry Zaid," said Maisarah as she walked towards Zaid. "It's not that I haven't prepared anything for you, it's just that I thought you wouldn't care about it. You've always been kind of distant with me. You've never even talked to me. But I guess Lisa was right, you are really down for not receiving anything. Here you go, this one's for you." Maisarah handed out a card to Zaid, which he took with a simple reply, "T...Thank you Mai."

A few long seconds went by without either of them saying anything. Then Maisarah turned to Lisa and said, "Let's go home Lisa." Lisa huffed in anger, and Zaid came to his senses. "I'm sorry. Can I accompany you guys home?"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A special piece of work for a celebrating occasion. I always wanted to be like Maisarah creating my own greeting cards and distributing them to everyone. But as always, I never find the time and space to do so. Besides, it's not like everyone cares. Haha, okay readers, thank you for reading. To all Muslims out there:

"Selamat Hari Raya Aidilfitri, maaf zahir dan batin!" (now, let the creative mind continue to rock)

Shot! (special):: Kay Kay Bee

2010-08-19T14:44:00.001-07:00

Once upon a time in a land called Kay Kay Bee lived a group of young teenagers. They were all energetic, hot-blooded and intelligent. However, not one person had the same personality as the other person. Everyone was unique in their own way. And their uniqueness was what brought them together for many years as they moved towards a bigger goal and vision.

Life on the land called Kay Kay Bee was sometimes sweet, another time it was sour, and only a few moments were considered bleak. This group of people never escaped the great essence of attaining experience; especially new ones. Some experienced the tingling feeling of being far away from their homeland, and some experienced the excitement of lurking in the dark. Some got to know love closer, and some got to know themselves better. But what all of them shared in common, was the experience of close friendship.

Remember that one time when all had to gather at the dining area and do additional maths? Remember that one time whenever history paper was on the next day it would black out? Remember that one time when there was that delicious nasi lemak and fried rice sold every night? And remember that one time when some prayed on tar?

Despite the great things that were there, life on Kay Kay Bee was never meant to be forever. Some wished that it would go on for just a few more moments, but there’s a greater journey ahead for all of them. Packing their way towards the unknown future, the heart feels heavy to leave. What would life be when all are separated? One thing’s for sure; one day they’ll meet up once again somewhere along the way.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: InsyaAllah we will meet again someday! I know it's already been a month since the grand gathering at Penang, but I've only received some inspiration to write about it today. First and foremost thank you to the organizer (Abang) and the main committees. Thank you also to all who participated, you guys rock! Hope next time many more will join in.

Finally, whatever has happened I still love all of you from high school. You guys are my inspiration. Thank you for reading, happy Ramadhan! =D

Shot! :: Pick Me Up

2010-06-30T04:20:00.000-07:00

What treasures will you find if you delve deep, deep into your family’s storeroom? Or stalk around your family’s attic? Surely dust will fly around like haze, blocking your sight ahead. Surely the different smells will rise like the result of a failed chemical experiment, warning you that something ugly might be lurking around. Being the brave person you are, you still continue to explore with the hope of finding something unique to keep.

There on the floor was an opened photo album, probably from half a century ago filled with interesting old pictures with fascinating stories behind them. There on a rotting shelf was a rather heavy metal box, and as you opened the lid you saw a handful of trading cards probably belonged to your father. And there beside a large mirror was a chest, inside it a huge collection of clothing. Despite the dust, you tried something on and it fits you just perfectly!

But what will you keep? What will you take back? There’s just too much your little body could take. Even if you were able to take all, nothing would be left to explore another day. As you pondered about, you hear something. It scared you at first, but you realised that the voice was speaking directly to your heart.

Pick me up! Pick me up!

You turned around towards where the voice was coming from, and saw a guitar. You remember this guitar. You remember it so well, that your heart skipped a beat as you glanced over its filthy body and strings. It was your guitar, a guitar that had been your company in the past. You never seemed to realise that it has been forgotten, and was left here in the dark. What kind of memories have you made with this guitar? You picked it up, smiled, and decided to take it back to reconcile with its melodies. Perhaps it will help you remember.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: In our life, many things come our way. Sometimes they are kept close with us always, and at times some are locked away to be forgotten. And some may have been thrown away, never to be retrieved again. This doesn’t apply to items or stuffs we have, but also our memories. If you delve deep into your heart, what kind of treasured memories will you find?

I didn’t really like the ending of this, but I don’t know what change to make. Oh well, hope you enjoyed it. The picture is taken by one of friends Rafi, and his other works can be browsed at the following link: [ http://www.flickr.com/photos/muraw/ ]. Thank you Rafi for letting me use this picture, and I hope I can borrow more later. Haha, until next time, take care readers!

Poetic :: Puzzle Dearest

2009-10-09T22:30:00.000-07:00

To my dearest Puzzle,
who is ever so mysterious,
and ever so inviting,
I present to you a bouquet of warmth,
and a series of gratitude.

To my dearest Puzzle,
whose presence is a morning glory,
whose smile seems an eternity,
whose convictions are steel,
whose words are alluring and funny;
I ponder,
in what light
does your eyes cast upon me?

Then came times when there was doubt,
came times when there was confusion,
but you always came at the precise moment,
and melted my heart,
making me think,
making me feel,
making me wonder,
for you are a mysterious Puzzle,
whom I'd like to call
my companion,
my beloved,
my dearest.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: A special dedication. It's been a while since I wrote something, especially poems. Trying my best to achieve the best. Thank you for reading! Take care... ^^

Singular Sizzle :: Urban Legend (#1)

2009-08-06T10:48:00.000-07:00

Rumour has it that an urban legend lurks around the peaceful Pinnacle Town. It is said that it would all begin when someone receives an unknown number, and decides to call it. Of course, I never knew about this urban legend until it occurred to me one fine day.

That evening could have been the busiest moment of my life. A dance was going to be held on Saturday at the school’s main hall, and I had volunteered to help set the place up. Let me remind you, I am not a very hardworking person. The real reason behind me wanting to help up was just so I could be with Diana that evening and eventually ask her out to the dance.

I never imagined working to get a place ready was hectic. Huge banners needed to be hung up, fancy decorations needed to be placed in order, while the tables and chairs had to be carried from the classrooms to the hall. Many had shown up to lend a hand, so the place was quite full with movements and chatters. As I was bringing some chairs inside the hall, my eyes darted around in search for Diana. She was one of the head committees for the event, so she was supposed to be there to make sure everything runs smoothly. Since there were quite a number of people inside the hall, I did not manage to find her.

Disappointed, I slumped the chairs I was carrying into a corner with a huge sigh. As I lazily set the chairs apart, a tap on the shoulder made me turn around. “What’s with the long face Danny?” a girl’s voice greeted me. It was Diana! My heart skipped a beat. Was this fate? I had almost given up on meeting her today and planned to continue my volunteer work half-heartedly. With her suddenly approaching me like that, I got energetic and hardworking again.

“Wow, aren’t you a hardworking guy?” Diana said with a chuckle. Diana had just transferred to my school recently, and she turned out to be the person sitting in front of me in class. So far she has been a very friendly person to everyone. Her short dark hair and those sparkling blue eyes were what made me attracted to her. I began to leave my chair arranging work aside and began to chat with her for a while.

“I’ll see you around then. Work hard!” she waved goodbye when a teacher had called her up to the office. I waved back, grinning as I watched her disappear among the crowded hall. My heart fluttered with content and happiness. This feeling did not last though, since I had forgotten my main purpose of wanting to meet her today. I did not meet her again that day as I continued my work slowly with a frown.

Evening grew late, so the volunteers were allowed to go home. I looked out one more time for Diana before I decided to go back home with frustration. It was a pretty long walk between my house and the school. I usually take up only 15 minutes to get home, but since my pace was rather slow that day the sun was already beginning to set when I reached my house. A cold wind swept by as I opened the gate.

“Mom and dad should be home already,” I murmured as I slid in the key to the door. As I was about to enter the house, I noticed that something was in my uniform’s pocket. Curious, I rummaged my hand inside it. To my surprise, I fished out a piece of paper that was folded neatly. What could it possibly be?

After greeting my parents, I rushed towards my room and started to unfold the paper. Nothing was written on it except for an unknown phone number. I thought this was weird, since I could not remember anyone that could have placed the note inside my pocket without me noticing. At that moment, optimism hit me. Could it be that Diana had given her number to me silently? To be honest, I was not really paying any attention to her actions when we were chatting earlier as I was totally mesmerized by her beauty. I could not even remember what we had talked about.

Without any second thoughts, I dialled the number. My heart raced faster when there was ringing, and I was determined to ask her to the dance this time. When someone picked up, I held my breath. “Hello?” I stammered. There was no reply. “Hello? Who is this?” I said again, but I could only hear silence at the other end. It was rather scary not hearing anything at all, not even breathing. Then, the other end hung up. That’s when things start to get creepier.

As I was heading down for dinner feeling confused over the matter, I could not help getting the hunch that someone was following me from behind. When I turned around, I could only see an empty staircase. During dinner, the lights in the kitchen seemed to flicker crazily for one moment and remained entirely calm the next. My parents took no serious concern over the matter, saying that the house was old and that my dad needed to call the electrician tomorrow. When I headed back to my room after that, I again felt that someone was following me from behind and this time I seem to hear an irregular breathing. Without checking this time, I quickly dashed to my room and locked the door.

For some reason, it was a really silent night. As I was lying there on my bed, I could only hear the sound of the clock and the sound of my heartbeat. It was beating in an irregular manner now. Nothing weird was happening at that moment, but I was still feeling very scared of what had just happened. I thought that the night was still early. When my eyes glanced at the clock, I was very surprised to see that it was almost midnight.

Then, it happened. Just when the clock struck midnight, all the lights went out. I gave a soft yelp of surprise and froze. As I was adjusting to the darkness, I noticed that the lights at my neighbour’s house were also out. There must be a power outage within the area. Finally after I few seconds, my eyes could see the surrounding much more clearly. Then I noticed something weird was moving around on my side.

I held my breath and took a look. It was something black, and it looked like a hand. A hand was creeping itself up on my right arm! I turned my face around, with my heart almost bursting inside. What was that thing? My question was answered when a cold and shrill voice was whispered into my right ear. It goes; “You called me? You called me right? You called?”

I was so scared and surprised that my voice was stuck in my throat. That thing was from the number that I called earlier. That must be it. It must have come because I called it. I never once turned around to see who or what was whispering in my ears. The thing kept whispering and rubbing my arm for a while, when it all stopped when the lights went on again.

I breathed really hard. My eyes were hurt by the sudden blindness. I turned to my side. Nothing was there. Was it still there? Will it come back? I could never know for sure, but one thing is for certain. I could not sleep the rest of the night.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while! A piece written on behalf of Kikuri's request. Getting some urge on understanding more urban legends out there. If you have avy good ones, do tell me okay? Take care now!^^

Singular Sizzle:: Dreams

2009-05-11T09:29:00.000-07:00

Can I make a request to the Dream-maker tonight? The lights were out. The stars were not glowing, and the moon was not its usual self. No music were coming from the mysterious garden below, no whispers were coming from the unseen above. Then I shall ask for a dream, for humans must have dreams. For dreams is what builds us into a better person. Can I?

O’ Dream-maker, can you give me a dream? I want to be a hero that saves this world from whatever is conquering it. Provide me with a weapon and a shield, and then put me where it is most dangerous. Do not yet end my dream so quickly, for a hero must not see his end when a different end is still far away. I shall dice and slice all evil, and taste sweet victory as a new dawn arises. I will be a person with pride and strength the next day. Can you?

But wait, I see a boy smiling in his slumber. What is this, Dream-maker? It seems the boy had a more interesting dream. Give me that one instead. I want to be a gentleman that craves for the love of his heart. We are separated by rigorous mountains and vicious seas and extreme thoughts. Make it look almost impossible for us to be together. But make me then, the one to traverse such harsh troubles with a body strengthened by love. By the time I meet her I shall grasp her in my arms, and bring her away to a place where separation only comes when I must return to where I belong. I will be a person filled with love and determination the next day. Can you?

I must get going, but what are these sobs I’m hearing? Dream-maker, a teenage girl is crying with a smile and with her eyes closed. Perhaps it is something good from you. Give me that one instead. I want to be a young maiden in a small room, living with parents who work hard for me. Hunger is my friend by day, and cold is my blanket by night. Fill me with hope, for I am doing my best to change what can be changed. When the turning points finally come, I shall shed tears of joy and hug those who have shared them with me. I shall shed tears of joy and embrace those who have helped me thus far. I have succeeded! I have succeeded! May my shouts does not wake me. But if I do, then I will be a person filled with patience and hard work the next day. Can you?

Silly me, the hours are etching. I must have my dream now. Yet, I am distracted by a man’s laughter. Have I not make up my mind still? I think this is fun, Dream-maker. Give me that one instead. I want to be a man, whose life is dedicated to his arts and to his wife. The stories I write shall amuse the passing citizens. The poems I construct shall quiver even the hearts of kings. My name will rise from one region to another, and let there not be jealousy but inspiration. As dusk drew nearer, make me meet my wife standing by our door. A kiss will be given. A tale shall be told. We would laugh at each other; listening to things we call living. Let it end with us going to bed, only to find myself up with reality. I will be a person filled with dedication and responsibilities the next day. Can you?

I guess that shall be it? No, I think it is not just yet. O’ Dream-maker, you are showing me a woman who is talking in her sleep. I hear her tone, and noticed that it is a tone of contentment. This must be the peak. Give me that one instead. I want to be a mother of two with another one almost coming. Paint a scene of a clean house where I could see the husband sitting on his favourite chair with the children surrounding. “Papa is going to tell you a story, a story about a happy family.” They would listen. I would listen. And I think he is telling a story based on a true event, a story about us. “I think, this is a happy family for me.” Please do not make the dream so clear, for I wish to explore its meaning on my own. Just make me retain that feeling, that I will be a person filled with happiness and satisfaction the next day. Can you?

My nights are left with just a quarter, can I still dream? There is a last something I must recognize, Dream-maker. This person of an elderly state is dreaming with a face of wrinkles and peace. The breathing is slow, yet it sounds alive. Give me that one instead. I want to be an old person, pondering by itself upon the tiny sandy beach which connects with the wide bustling ocean. The stars are bright and the moon is beaming. Make the tunes of nature available; for I shall want to stay there just a little while longer. Make the adventures of humans tail me; for I shall want to see what road have I taken along the way. No, there will be no space for regrets. What done is done, and I’ve done my best. As the last siren from the jetty makes its call, I’m at completion to head on to another adventure. I always know I am not alone; there are things that will follow me then. When the siren ends, let the dream ends as well. I will be a person filled with harmony the next day. Can you?

That is all I think in my request to you, Dream-maker. Let me lay down my head, and I will let you weave your magic. I shall have my sleep and I shall have my dream. I wish away from nightmares and I wish away from night bugs. Without moving an inch, I am drifting away towards my dream...
Cock-a-doodle-doo!

What? The cock has already given the signal. I did not get my dream, for dawn had come. Then what am I today?

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Indulge in my assignment for the subject EDC1206 (Introduction to Literature)! I've sent this as a short story, but madam said it's better as a poem. Haha, anyway...I'm quite satisfied with this piece. Hope the issue in this story can be understood. Enjoy and take care readers! ^^

Dwane VS The Enigma: #9

2009-03-13T00:23:00.000-07:00

The person that had knocked over Mr Oliver stumbled towards the carpeted floor of the dining hall. It was a figure of a small boy, and Dwane realised it was the same kid that had bumped into him earlier that day. The boy was now rubbing his head in a rough manner and cried, "Ouch, that's the third time today." As he did this, he remained seated on the floor and stared at all the guests in he dining hall that was looking at him intently. The boy blushed.

"What are you doing running around for Joshua?" an angry voice of Mr Oliver cackled from the doorway. Joshua gulped at this, making an apolegetic glance at the cartaker of the hotel. "You should've known better not to run or skip or skid inside this hotel," Mr Oliver's lecture continues as he picked up Joshua from his back collar, like a stray kittten. Joshua tried to break free, but to no avail. "It was good enough of me for letting you stay here boy."

Dwane did not approve of this action of Mr Oliver. He stood up and said politely, "Mr Oliver, I think he has learned his lesson. Maybe you shold let him go, he looks like he's being strangled." Sara also gave a warm look at Mr Oliver and nodded in agreement with what Dwane had said. Staring at his guests, Mr Oliver let go of Joshua. As soon as his foot was on the ground, he quickly made a dash away from the angry old man. Mr Oliver huffed. "Well, where are your manners Joshua? Introduce yourself to our guests," he urged the boy.

Joshua stood still in front of everyone in that hall before giving a bow. "My name is Joshua," he exclaimed in a cheery voice. "I used to live here in this island, and I really like it here. So, I help out once in a while here in the hotel. I am in your care everyone." As he faced forward again, he received a lot of warm smile from the guests and he blushed again.

When everything was in order, someone came into the dining hall with his hand holding his back. It was Ray! "There you are," Dwane exclaimed. "What happened to you?" Ray gave an irritated look. "A kid knocked me down at the stairs, and I think I hurt my back," he answered. The hall then was filled with laughter. Josha blushed even more.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's still early, but I think the story is going somewhere. May guidance come in its best form. Thank you for reading. Take care!

Shot! (special):: Then, They Went Far

2009-02-21T21:50:00.000-08:00

The cool breeze of air swept past my cheek, sending shivers down my body. The clouds showed signs that it was about to rain, yet I still remained where I was. Trying to keep warm, I shoved both of my hands into my pockets. I glanced around at my surrounding. One hour had passed since I stood there.

From a distance, I could hear the growls of thunders. From afar, I could catch a few glimpse of flashing lightning. As I continued standing there, drizzles of light rain had fallen on my body. It was chilly. I wanted to find shelter, but my body won’t respond as if time had stopped. Did time really stop? No. Five minutes had passed.

Help, I have probably gone insane! But was there still anyone there among the rain, which could hear my voice? Was there still anyone there, who could pull me back to where I am supposed to be? The rain grew heavier, like piercing ice. Yet despite the pain, despite the agony; nothing changed. I continued to remain there. Seconds passed by.

Deep within my thoughts, I knew. Time really flew by quickly, and it shall never turn back. It was then I realised, they went far away from my grasp. They shall never see me cry as I stood there under the pouring rain. Time goes on.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: People continue to meet with the risk of being apart. Time shall tell when I will meet them again face to face. Perhaps at that moment; we’ve reached the peak. Goodbye Anisah. Goodbye Hajar. Goodbye Hana. Goodbye Odi. Goodbye Amirah. Goodbye Dzaf. Goodbye Zatil. Goodbye Bee. Goodbye Lala. Goodbye Fafa. Goodbye Hani. Goodbye Tasha. Goodbye Sya. Goodbye Dayah. Goodbye Moon. Goodbye Farah.

Zero Degrees: Thirteen

2009-02-13T05:03:00.000-08:00

"T...Test of Hearts?" stammered Dill. Blaine who was behind gave a chuckle, went near large tree and sat down. He looked at Dill intently. "Didn't I tell you," he said with a smile. "The path splits here, and one must make a choice in which path to choose. You will choose the easiest path if you have a strong 'determination' in your heart." As Blaine finished explaining this, he stretched his arms and laid his back on the tree. Dill did not understand any of Blaine's actions. "If we have to choose, then why are you relaxing there? Shouldn't we focus or something?"

The elderly pixie twirled itself across Dill's face, looking intently at Blaine who began to sit down comfortably on a large root. Blaine yawned and drew a smile on his face. "Listen Dill. I've been to forests such as these countless of times," he said cheerfuly. "This time, I'll leave all the decision up to you. Perhaps I can also see how strong is your heart's determination." Dill listened to this with mixed feelings. He didn't know what Blaine meant by saying that, and he was certaily feeling some sort of heavy burden weighing on his back. What if my choice is not right? What if I pull both of us into more trouble?

"Dill!" Blaine's voice snapped Dill from his thoughts. "I'll go along with you no matter what the path is," he said with a grin. The elderly pixie who had been watching this whole time tapped it's tiny hands on Dill's shoulder, and said, "Your friend trusts in you young man. Make your choice calmly, and show your determination." Hearing this, Dill began to relax. He then turned his sights upon the many forked roads that lay ahead.

"Right," he whispered to himself. "Here goes." Dill began to close his eyes slowly. He began to recall that in the past, an old man had taught him that determination comes from the heart. The Test of Hearts. Breathe in, breathe out. I am determined to head to Rhodean Town. I am determined to find more of the Script. I am determined, to follow my mother's will even if it will cost me my life! Despite having his eyes closed, Dill could see a faint light in front of him. It was on the left, very far off to the left. "It's there!" he exclaimed as he opened his eyes, and pointed towards the direction where he saw the light. A dirt road was there, stretching deeper into the forest.

Blaine began to get up, and laughed heartily. "Thus our adventures will continue on that road," he said. Dill looked at him and gave a smile of satisfaction.

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It had almost been an hour since Blaine and Dill left the fairies at their place. All of the fairies were singing excitedly, when all of a sudden a huge green armour emerged from the forest's entrance. The place was silent again, an the elderly pixie moved towards the frosted body. "My, my," the elderly pixie said. "You still can move under such conditions. What...drives you?" The armour shook and shouted, "BLAINNNEEE!"

Dwane VS The Enigma: #8

2009-01-23T06:40:00.000-08:00

Evening approached rather quickly that day. Dwane felt that he had only just lay on his bed for a few minutes, but the sun was already setting. Still feeling tired, he forced himself to wake up and head for dinner. A delicious scent was hanging around the corridor as he reached the dining hall, and his tummy began to grumble. "I just noticed I didn't have much for lunch just now," he sighed to himself.

There were only a few people there inside the hall. Dwane noticed Mr Kitaro standing near an open window, intently observing the outskirts of the hotel. He could still feel the tingle of the serious warning given to him that day. He could feel that something bad would happen. Jibakurei. "My, my. You're deep in thought Mr Dwane?" a young woman's voice greeted him from behind.

Dwane came back to his senses and spun around. It was Sara, dressed in a pretty white gown. Her pink lips were more profound without the sunlight around, and her faced seemed to glow even more under the chandelier. She smiled. "Good evening," she gestured. "Good evening," Dwane replied with a smile. "And please don't add 'Mr' while addressing my name. It makes me feel old." Both of them laughed.

"Well, Dwane, it seems like we have a very talented chef in this hotel. The smell is just wonderful," Sara exclaimed as she glided her away towards an empty seat at the dining table. "Would you care to accompany me in dinner?" she asked with a sweet smile. With short bow, Dwane uttered, "Of course." Both of them then took their seat side by side. As they chatted while waiting for food to be served, Mr Oliver came into the hall.

"Food will be ready in five minutes," he announced to everyone. Dwane glanced around. Ray was not yet there. "Did he overslept? Maybe I shoul check up on him," he thought to himself. He then gave his focus towards Mr Oliver who was about to give a short briefing. "For tomorrow's agenda...owwwwww!" he cried in pain all of sudden and fell down. Someone had knocked him from behind. "Joshua!" Mr Oliver roared.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I guess I am really influenced by the 'classical English' style while writing this. Trying to develop as much as possible with the storyline. Well, hope this is enjoyable!

Zero Degrees: Twelve

2009-01-23T05:39:00.000-08:00

Illurra Forest was just like any other forests you can find in that world. It was filled with thick green bushes and tall trees, and some bleak coloured flowers sprouted randomly across the land. Dill wondered how these plants could grow prosperously despite the very low temperature of the climate. Perhaps there's some kind of magic behind it, he thought to himself. As Blaine and Dill moved deeper into the forest, the tune they had heard earlier became more profound. "We're almost there where the path splits up," Blaine voiced out. "We're going to meet the Forest Pixies."

Dill's heart drummed with excitement. This is his first time meeting the illusionary creatures. After a while, Blaine who was in front came to a halt. "Here we are," he exclaimed as he moved to the side. Dill could not believe his eyes. In front of him were what seemed to be hundreds of little pixies fluttering about, singing the music that they had heard at the entrance. The pixies that he saw were little; perhaps only a few inches tall, and they had two butterfly-like wings growing from their back. Other than those similarities, the pixies seemed to have different their own unique appearence. Some had hairs of diffent colour, some even had muscular arms and legs.

When some of the pixies noticed their arrival, they seemed to tune out some kind of signal towards the others and it became silent all of the sudden. Now, hundreds of eyes are locked on Blaine and Dill. Panicked, Dill shot a confused glance at his companion. Blaine just replied with a smile and a gesture that means "all is fine". The sudden silence almost made Dill choke. He saw an elderly pixie fluttered to the front and suddenly boomed, "Welcome!" All the other pixies then began to cheer welcoming gestures and whistled. Dill only managed to reply with give a friendly laugh. It began to get lively again.

"I am the High Pixie of Illurra Forest," the elderly pixie. "Lets just cut to the chase, I sense an aura of urgency among you. Come, this way." The High Pixie then urged both of them deeper into the forest. As Blaine and Dill followed, the other pixies started to sing again. They walked for a few more minutes, before they reach a path that split into various directions. "Let us begin. The Test of Hearts."

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Question. Does pixies have different genders? I'm feeling confused about that point. Anyway, good luck to all who are having their tests! Take care. ^^

Zero Degrees: Eleven

2009-01-07T20:52:00.000-08:00

The road to Rhodean Town was a long one. It would take almost a day if you plan to travel by foot; since it's not a straight forward route and not a safe one either. To get to the town from Crusco Island, one must walk their way along Sanki Beach for about half an hour until they reach a rocky pathway leading into Illurra Forest. Inside the forest, one will be magically given a set of path to choose; all leading to the same destination he or she wishes to go to. Having a strong 'determination' in the heart is the key in making that choice; either the route would be an easy one, or filled with numerous obstacles those following the route must face.

Both Blaine and Dill had already left Crusco Island, and they were now walking silently along Sanki Beach. It was not that they had nothing to talk about, but the sudden drop of the temperature and the slight snowstorm that had came made them focused entirely on getting to the forest immediately. There was no room for any energy to start a conversation. Blaine kept his pace in stealth, while occassionally keeping a careful eye on Dill who was having trouble keeping up with him. Dill on the other hand made rough movements in his steps, and was trying his best to breath and look up ahead at the same time. The snowstorm began to rage stronger.

"We're almost there!" yelled Blaine as he pointed up ahead. Dill stopped in his tracks, took a deep beath, looked up, and saw a huge green forest in the distance. He would not have been able to see the forest so clearly if there weren't any light shining from inside it. Must be fireflies, Dill thought. I'm sleepy.... "Dill!!" Blaine's voice boomed, making Dill snap back to his senses. Blaine was standing in front of him, looking worried.

"I'm okay! Come on!" Dill said with much energy, and began to head towards the forest entrance with Blaine. As they reached the entrance, both of them could notice a faint tune blowing their way. The melody was harmonious, and invited a certain warmth inside them. Blaine gave a smile of relief. "This is the Pixie's Melody," he said to Dill, who seemed to be searching for the source of the sound. "Haha, stop looking around. We'll meet the singers once inside." With that, Blaine and Dill made their first step into Illurra Forest. They did not notice the huge shadowy figure who seemed to slowly drag it's body following them. "B...BLAINE!"

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Ah, it's been a while. It took me quite some time to construct this, since I was writing it with pretty much distraction. Sorry! Hehe, at least I produced something today. The story begins to develop, so await the next entry for this title. Until then, take care!! ^^

Shot! :: She Asked "Why?"

2008-12-31T22:16:00.000-08:00

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)

2008-11-10T07:45:00.000-08:00

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

2008-11-10T07:09:00.000-08:00

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...

2008-11-02T22:50:00.000-08:00

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

2008-10-31T09:53:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-09-29T15:34:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-24T15:45:00.000-07:00

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)

2008-09-21T05:38:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-20T15:28:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-20T08:10:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-17T06:42:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-09-13T15:16:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-13T14:38:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-11T05:52:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-09T06:16:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-09-09T05:34:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-09-04T15:16:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-09-03T05:34:00.000-07:00

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

2008-09-03T02:52:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-31T14:51:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-29T09:02:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-29T07:44:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-08-25T22:21:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-25T08:53:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-25T06:37:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-20T08:43:00.000-07:00

"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

2008-08-20T07:44:00.000-07:00

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

2008-08-18T07:11:00.000-07:00

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!!!