Dragonica (Part 1)

The three of them never expected to meet a body sprawled face down on their way to school. It was raining quite generously that morning, and the body was wet and muddy. It looked like a man wearing a heavy black coat, and not far ahead they could see a cap and a scarf soaked in puddle. The three of them grasped their umbrella in a nervous manner. This was certainly a shock. For a few seconds, they just stood there staring at the cold body.

"So is it dead?" asked Carlos, trying to sound calm and sort the situation out. The idea of death made his body shiver. Aileen, who suddenly snapped out of her suprised state, edged away towards Carlos. "Wh...what should we do? I think I'm going to be sick!" she shrieked. She closed her eyes and began to chant some comforting words to herself over and over again. "This must be a dream. This must be a dream."

Val who was the tallest took a look aroud the area. No one else was in sight. It was usually only the three of them who cut through the park early in the morning "Damn, there's no one around too," he sighed. "Can't get help either." The three of them continued to stare back at the body in front of them. Val gulped and began to take a few steps closer towards it. "I'm gonna try and check." As he held out his hand to touch the damp clothing, the body gave a shudder.

Aileen shrieked louder and went behind Carlos for cover. She had let her umbrella go and grasped the back of Carlos' shirt. Carlos held tightly on his umbrella, ready to make use of it as a weapon if anything were to happen. Val on the other hand was the most surprised among them and took a sudden jump to the back. A body who was assumed to be lifeless had suddenly made a move.

The three of them froze as the body began to move more dramatically. At first the hands were trying to support the body up. But whether it was due to the rain or the weak condition of the person, the hands slipped and the body fell again. There was hard grunt and a yelp of pain. Slowly the hands began to push again, and this time the person was able to kneel weakly. The stranger's body was shuddering rather violently, and blood mixed with mud was flowing out from the mouth.

"Geh!" the mysterious man spat to the ground, leaving trails of bloody liquid in front of him. He looked up to see three frightened teenagers huddled together looking scared and confused. The man gave a hearthy laugh. "Haha just my luck to stumble into kids the moment I set foot here." The weak hands began to push even harder for the body to stand up, swaying from left to right as if it was following the blows of the chilly wind. The three of them just gulped at what seemed like a zombie being raised up from the dead.

"Sir," Carlos managed to utter a speech. He looked carefully at the man. "Who are you? And are you okay? Do you need help?" A lot of questions were racing through his head, and he wanted to let it all out in one go. A cold loud laugh from the man made his questioning stop midway. "Hahahaha! Kids! Always asking the obvious," the man exclaimed excitedly. One of his hand was holding his chest rather tight as if bearing the immense pain he was feeling from the good laugh. "Ah, can't waste energy...with my laugh...anymore.." The man coughed and more blood splattered on the ground. Aileen couldn't bear to watch and shoved her face on Carlos' back.

"Come here you," said the man as he pointed towards Val. The three clenched their hands tighter. What does this man want? "Don't worry kid," the man smiled. "I'm in no condition...to bite...geh!" He let out another painful laugh. Val was hesistant at first and exchanged glances with his friends. Carlos and Aileen were uncertain themselves. Val took another look at the man, and inched slowly towards him. The man smiled again and took out something from his pocket.

"Careful, yet brave aren't you?" the man held out his hand forward. "Take this, and keep it safe. And whatever you do, avoid the person called Drake." Seeing that Val was not getting any closer, the man threw an item towards him. Surprised, Val caught it. It was some sort of flat metallic pendant. It was covered in mud, but Val noticed that it had engravings on it. Confused, Val asked, "What is this?"

The man gave another laugh. "So little time, kids," he exclaimed. This time his body was beginning to emit a weird black smoke. Seeing this Val took another leap backwards. The three of them were horrified at what they were looking at. The man just smiled. In an instant, the mysterious person began to crumble and disappeared, leaving trails of ashes with the rainy wind.

Poetic :: I Believe

I believe with my eyes
The beauty of wonder
Splashed and dashed
With the most amazing of colours
The artistry of space
Arranged and sorted
With the most dynamic of positions

I believe with my ears
The melody of nature
Hummed and whistled
With the most harmonious of sounds
The words of wisdom
Uttered and cried
With the most intelligent of voices

I believe with my mind
Of the plans that are laid out
Of the choices that have been made
And I believe with my heart
Of the life I am living
That everything will be just fine.


AUTHOR'S NOTE: One of the ways people move forward is to believe in yourself. The actions and the future may scare us, but you and I know that we did our best. So get ready to reap the most amazing of rewards. It's been a while readers. Take care and believe in yourself everyone. If you won't, then who will?

Singular Sizzle :: Close

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)

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

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)

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

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

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

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

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

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)

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

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

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

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

"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

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

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

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?"

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...!!