I just got myself a new phone yesterday and had been so addicted to it that I have to touch it once every five minutes to stop myself from thinking and missing it so much!
Haha! Well, it isn't some great phone but a phone that looks so elegant and suits me! Love it! Like it!
(Xperia Go - pure white)
Gotta do some homework now! Violet and Helen are coming over to my house in an hour's time! Bye bye
Friday, 31 August 2012
PAWN-part V
My head felt heavy as I opened my eyes. The grass pricked my body, as I got up, my head still spinning. In my clammy hands was the leaf-shaped note, just like it had been before I passed out, in fact everything about me was the same as before, yet—why did I feel so different?
"Blue? Red??? Yellow?? Anybody?" I called out, my voice echoing in the forest, my ears listening out for the reply which never came. I looked towards a tree, thinking that, perhaps, I could climb up and search for them there... I lay my hands on the trunk, almost in desperation.
Feeling lost, is almost like being trapped.
Then, I heard humming, from somewhere far off. Could it be them? I dashed towards the sound, my heart automatically filled with hope. My legs moving with no specific direction, but with one particular goal, as though it was being carried by the humming—and hope. Invisible barriers did not restrict my movement like it did for my friends, thank god! I dashed through the dense forest, weeds and crawling vines constantly tripping me up, and thorns scraping my skin. The music grew louder, closer, my legs moved faster.
Soon I came to a clearing, only to find myself facing a white mansion, standing proud and tall, boasting a view over the forest. A green roof, that seemed to be made of jade, capped the grand house, like a cherry on top. Red decorative lanterns hung on the roof, giving the mansion an oriental feel, an atmosphere of fantasy, magic. I stopped running, and gaped unglamorously, in awe.
The front of the house was a garden, adorned with roses of kaleidoscopic colors and glossy green foliage. In its centre, a fountain that spewed crystal clear water, and a sculpture of a fairy or pixie of some sort.
The humming continued. It's repetitive melody seeming to ring in my ears...
I walked towards the grand mansion, the melody like a magnet pulling me towards it subconsciously...
I stopped at the front gate, and watched. A woman with a perfect face, and brown, curly locks was bent over, tending to the garden. Upon her head was a sparkling tiara. (Perhaps she was a princess, or queen of some sort. That would explain the glamorous house). Under her yellow dress she had a baby bump, (ohh..so..she was expectant!). She was the one I heard, from what was probably miles away—as ridiculous as it sounds. I soon came to recognise the melody, as it repeated, over and over and over again. A broken record, which was still marvellously melodious in nature.
The humming stopped. She stood up slowly, wiped her perspiration, and then rested her hand on her stomach. "My darling child, you shall be the most perfect, precious little child, certainly the fairest of them all..." Then she giggled to herself, and with nimble fingers, plucked the nearest rose, brought it to her sharp nose and inhaled it's fragrant scent. "..Just like all my beautiful, perfect flowers..."
I looked around, and inspected the flowers around me closely. They were identical. The shape, the number of petals, even flowers of the same color were not a shade darker or lighter. Everything. "Oh what's this? A rose with..one..two...three... ...only SEVEN PETALS?!" She plucked it furiously threw the flower to the floor, and stomped on it quite forcefully, crushing it under her yellow flats, then walked away. Leaving behind, a miserable, pathetic mess of a rose.
As she walked away, a black moth flitted past, and as she walked gaily towards the house, her body faded away. I wouldn't believe it if I had not witnessed it myself..but..but she vanished! And in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The mansion—still looked glamorous, but parts of the house, like it's windows, were warped and rundown. In the garden, water no longer spewed from the fountain. The fountain was dry, except for puddles of rain water, the hedges , previously adorned with roses, were now unkempt bushes of thorns and wilted petals. It seemed like all that I saw previously, was a dream...and I had now come back to harsh, cruel reality.
Though the humming had stopped a long time ago, curiosity got the better of me. The metal gate, previously glittering in gold, was now a rusty brown that stained my palms as I pushed it open. It's creaking hinges, a jarring whine. I approached the sculpture, for it had piqued my interest.
The stone sculpture was also the only thing that didn't change.
Carved on its face were a set of lively eyes, and a mischievous smile. Her short, pixie hair, curled behind long pointed ears. A set of wings, like those of dragonflies, sprouted from her back. She wore what seemed like a short dress, and on her upper arm, was a picture of a moth, like a tattoo. Her arms seemed to be positioned to hold something, but whatever it was, it was missing from the whole sculpture. Just then, I noticed a dusty label beneath the sculpture. I dusted it, with my hand. "Fairy...hell...Hell Fairy?" The black moth had begun fluttering around the sculpture, and it rested, quite coincidentally, on the tattoo. I glanced at the Hell Fairy's mischievous smile once more. How apt.
Out of the blue, the humming, in fact the exact same melody began ringing in my ears again, and the moth fluttered away towards the direction of the mansion..
Once again the mansion came to life, to it's previous dream-like form again...my legs moved towards the mansion almost subconsciously... ..
"Blue? Red??? Yellow?? Anybody?" I called out, my voice echoing in the forest, my ears listening out for the reply which never came. I looked towards a tree, thinking that, perhaps, I could climb up and search for them there... I lay my hands on the trunk, almost in desperation.
Feeling lost, is almost like being trapped.
Then, I heard humming, from somewhere far off. Could it be them? I dashed towards the sound, my heart automatically filled with hope. My legs moving with no specific direction, but with one particular goal, as though it was being carried by the humming—and hope. Invisible barriers did not restrict my movement like it did for my friends, thank god! I dashed through the dense forest, weeds and crawling vines constantly tripping me up, and thorns scraping my skin. The music grew louder, closer, my legs moved faster.
Soon I came to a clearing, only to find myself facing a white mansion, standing proud and tall, boasting a view over the forest. A green roof, that seemed to be made of jade, capped the grand house, like a cherry on top. Red decorative lanterns hung on the roof, giving the mansion an oriental feel, an atmosphere of fantasy, magic. I stopped running, and gaped unglamorously, in awe.
The front of the house was a garden, adorned with roses of kaleidoscopic colors and glossy green foliage. In its centre, a fountain that spewed crystal clear water, and a sculpture of a fairy or pixie of some sort.
The humming continued. It's repetitive melody seeming to ring in my ears...
I walked towards the grand mansion, the melody like a magnet pulling me towards it subconsciously...
I stopped at the front gate, and watched. A woman with a perfect face, and brown, curly locks was bent over, tending to the garden. Upon her head was a sparkling tiara. (Perhaps she was a princess, or queen of some sort. That would explain the glamorous house). Under her yellow dress she had a baby bump, (ohh..so..she was expectant!). She was the one I heard, from what was probably miles away—as ridiculous as it sounds. I soon came to recognise the melody, as it repeated, over and over and over again. A broken record, which was still marvellously melodious in nature.
The humming stopped. She stood up slowly, wiped her perspiration, and then rested her hand on her stomach. "My darling child, you shall be the most perfect, precious little child, certainly the fairest of them all..." Then she giggled to herself, and with nimble fingers, plucked the nearest rose, brought it to her sharp nose and inhaled it's fragrant scent. "..Just like all my beautiful, perfect flowers..."
I looked around, and inspected the flowers around me closely. They were identical. The shape, the number of petals, even flowers of the same color were not a shade darker or lighter. Everything. "Oh what's this? A rose with..one..two...three... ...only SEVEN PETALS?!" She plucked it furiously threw the flower to the floor, and stomped on it quite forcefully, crushing it under her yellow flats, then walked away. Leaving behind, a miserable, pathetic mess of a rose.
As she walked away, a black moth flitted past, and as she walked gaily towards the house, her body faded away. I wouldn't believe it if I had not witnessed it myself..but..but she vanished! And in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The mansion—still looked glamorous, but parts of the house, like it's windows, were warped and rundown. In the garden, water no longer spewed from the fountain. The fountain was dry, except for puddles of rain water, the hedges , previously adorned with roses, were now unkempt bushes of thorns and wilted petals. It seemed like all that I saw previously, was a dream...and I had now come back to harsh, cruel reality.
Though the humming had stopped a long time ago, curiosity got the better of me. The metal gate, previously glittering in gold, was now a rusty brown that stained my palms as I pushed it open. It's creaking hinges, a jarring whine. I approached the sculpture, for it had piqued my interest.
The stone sculpture was also the only thing that didn't change.
Carved on its face were a set of lively eyes, and a mischievous smile. Her short, pixie hair, curled behind long pointed ears. A set of wings, like those of dragonflies, sprouted from her back. She wore what seemed like a short dress, and on her upper arm, was a picture of a moth, like a tattoo. Her arms seemed to be positioned to hold something, but whatever it was, it was missing from the whole sculpture. Just then, I noticed a dusty label beneath the sculpture. I dusted it, with my hand. "Fairy...hell...Hell Fairy?" The black moth had begun fluttering around the sculpture, and it rested, quite coincidentally, on the tattoo. I glanced at the Hell Fairy's mischievous smile once more. How apt.
Out of the blue, the humming, in fact the exact same melody began ringing in my ears again, and the moth fluttered away towards the direction of the mansion..
Once again the mansion came to life, to it's previous dream-like form again...my legs moved towards the mansion almost subconsciously... ..
Haikus by Mr Tummyflop Wigglebum
Innocent Evenings
The sky is orange
And it has many highlights
Let us all dancings
Philosophy: Live a life of dancings and never judge your evenings
The sky is orange
And it has many highlights
Let us all dancings
Philosophy: Live a life of dancings and never judge your evenings
Monday, 27 August 2012
When someone...
When someone says you are stupid,
tell them to say that to their parents.
When someone says you are evil,
tell them that you are being evil too when you said something evil to another.
When someone says you are ugly,
tell them that my magic mirror is all I need to be certain of my own beauty.
When someone says you are talkative,
tell them that you are just appreciating that god had given you mouth to speak.
When someone says you are tanned-skin,
tell them that at least it shows that you are exercising on a regular basis.
When someone says you have an unrequited love,
tell them that at least you could love.
When someone says that you are random,
tell them that at least you are not silent.
When someone says that you suck,
tell them that they suck even more when they criticise you this much.
When someone says that he loves you,
just tell him that
I Love You
even though you had criticised me this much.
tell them to say that to their parents.
When someone says you are evil,
tell them that you are being evil too when you said something evil to another.
When someone says you are ugly,
tell them that my magic mirror is all I need to be certain of my own beauty.
When someone says you are talkative,
tell them that you are just appreciating that god had given you mouth to speak.
When someone says you are tanned-skin,
tell them that at least it shows that you are exercising on a regular basis.
When someone says you have an unrequited love,
tell them that at least you could love.
When someone says that you are random,
tell them that at least you are not silent.
When someone says that you suck,
tell them that they suck even more when they criticise you this much.
When someone says that he loves you,
just tell him that
I Love You
even though you had criticised me this much.
Sunday, 26 August 2012
Exams are coming...
Exams are coming! Oh no, stress level is increasing rapidly! Please stop!
Well, I guess you should expect less posts these few weeks as Apple and I would have to prepare ourselves for the 'battle'. (I dont want a pitiful aftermath) Violet would be as busy as us, but she might be able to contribute more than us!
Good luck for your year end examinations. :)
Well, I guess you should expect less posts these few weeks as Apple and I would have to prepare ourselves for the 'battle'. (I dont want a pitiful aftermath) Violet would be as busy as us, but she might be able to contribute more than us!
Good luck for your year end examinations. :)
Friday, 24 August 2012
Tuesday, 21 August 2012
Writing Stories Blog Tips
For those who always plan to write stories on a blog, you might have seen this article from a website about:
8 Rules for Telling Stories on Your Blog
This is a guest post by Jennifer Fulwiler.
For those of us who have diary-style blogs in which we offer readers a glimpse into our daily lives, there are times when we find that we have to write a long post in order to convey a story. However, it can be hard to find tips for creating long blog posts since a cardinal rule of writing for the web is to keep it short.
Web readers do occasionally read posts like this if they’re done well. I believe that the key to getting visitors to thoroughly read a long story is that it first must be scannable. When a reader comes across your blog and sees a long post she is going to take no more than a couple of seconds to ask herself, “Is it worth my time to read this?” Here’s how to show her that the answer is yes:
1. Start with a bang
Writing a story for the web is different than writing a story for print publication. Web readers have much shorter attention spans and will quickly move on if a post doesn’t immediately capture their attention. Before you go into any background details or set the stage for your story, begin with one or two bold, concise sentences that will grab readers’ attention.
2. Identify your take
Sometimes when we sit down to write stories or personal reflections we forget to pause for a moment and ask, “What’s my take?” In other words, why are you writing this? Take a moment to identify no more than two or three salient aspects of your story that you want to make sure readers understand, and structure your piece around those.
8 Tips for Telling Stories on your Blog
Interesting, isn't it?
3. Highlight dialogue
Dialogue is a great way to break up your story and quickly convey the personalities of the people involved — even if the “dialogue” is simply something you thought to yourself. Include snippets of conversation whenever possible, and be sure to start a new paragraph whenever you switch speakers.
4. Include section headers
If your story is more than a few hundred words long and there’s no way to condense it, break it into mini “chapters” by including bolded titles for each main section of the story.
5. Use breakout sentences
“Breakout sentences” — single-sentence paragraphs — are a great way to make your story more scannable. Identify one or two turning points in your tale, and write an attention-getting sentence as its own paragraph to mark this point in the story. (For example: “When I saw the test results, I knew my life would never be the same again.”)
6. Vary paragraph size
A long story that consists of paragraphs of similar sizes looks monotonous. Don’t be afraid to have an occasional long paragraph if you need it to complete an idea, but try to follow it with a shorter paragraph or perhaps a breakout sentence (see #5).
7. Go for authenticity over perfection
Keep in mind that this is not a term paper and you’re not writing for your high school English teacher. Your readers are more likely to read an imperfect story that is exploding with sincerity and energy than a perfect story that dryly conforms to all the proper rules of grammar and sentence structure. Many of the most popular diary-style bloggers interject their tales of everyday life with things like all-caps exclamations and incomplete sentences, and their readers love it.
8. Cut, then cut some more
Re-read your story and edit ruthlessly. Think about your take that you identified in #2, and with every single sentence ask yourself: “Would it detract from the piece or weaken my point if I cut this?” If the answer is no, delete it.
As the rapidly increasing popularity of personal, slice-of-life blogs shows, there is a place in the blog world for longer posts that convey personal stories. By following these eight rules you’ll find that you have no trouble gaining a readership of people who are delighted to hear your tales.
Jennifer Fulwiler is a writer and web developer whose websites have been mentioned in Slate, USA Today and National Lampoon. Her current project isConversionDiary.com
8 Tips for Telling Stories on your Blog
Interesting, isn't it?
Stress Relief
Sometimes, you just have to let go of stress and be happy xD.
Random song from someone:
Piggy you oink up my world like no other zhu, the way you roll in the mud got me overwhelmed, and when you oink you make me wanna shout, you don't know, oh oh, you don't know you're a. Fat zhu
Random song from someone:
Piggy you oink up my world like no other zhu, the way you roll in the mud got me overwhelmed, and when you oink you make me wanna shout, you don't know, oh oh, you don't know you're a. Fat zhu
Anyone can guess which song this is adapted from?
Sunday, 19 August 2012
PAWN - Part IV
Chapter 4
In the perspective of Green
Like a storm cloud, the hand in green leather hovered above me. It was my turn. Being in its grasp was like being in the clutches of a reptile. I landed, just a stone's throw away from were I was initially. And fortunately so, this way I would be close to Blue and she wouldn't feel to afraid and alone. 'SHICCC. zic. SHICCC. zic.' The square tile like shape in front of me grew wider and wider till it became the size of a square table. In an instant, the tile disappeared down below. No sound could be heard that indicated that it had reached the bottom. A green note, in a shape of a leaf floated upwards from the hole as if it was being lifted by something unseen. It tilted backwards and forward till the note faced me. Was it my turn?
In the perspective of Green
Green's Turn.
'H-h-Hey guys, I think the doll just blinked.' Across the board, Yellow said hesitantly, with a tinge of fear in her voice.
' Come on, Yellow. Do you really believe that a doll, a paper one at that, will blink? Grow up.' I scoffed again. I could not believe I was stuck here with a loony. Seriously, a doll blinking?
'B-b-but. '
'Just keep your mouth shut, why can't you?' Red shouted, his voice eerily loud in the quiet place.
The atmosphere grew more tense. All of us were afraid, nervous. Who knows what could happen to us at the next instant? We waited impatiently for the next person to be called. Nothing happened. Suddenly without warning, the surrounding area became darker, like it was night time.
Then......the dice rolled from a corner of the board, showing the number one.
Like a storm cloud, the hand in green leather hovered above me. It was my turn. Being in its grasp was like being in the clutches of a reptile. I landed, just a stone's throw away from were I was initially. And fortunately so, this way I would be close to Blue and she wouldn't feel to afraid and alone. 'SHICCC. zic. SHICCC. zic.' The square tile like shape in front of me grew wider and wider till it became the size of a square table. In an instant, the tile disappeared down below. No sound could be heard that indicated that it had reached the bottom. A green note, in a shape of a leaf floated upwards from the hole as if it was being lifted by something unseen. It tilted backwards and forward till the note faced me. Was it my turn?
' What is it? What is it? What's happening?' Red asked curiously.
Before I could answer, a slanted cursive handwriting started appearing before my eyes.
We won't be mean,
My friend green.
You will know more,
About what you have seen.
Wha-? Seen? What does it mean? I will be seeing something soon? Or was it before?
It was silent again. Noticing that nothing weird is happening. I shared glances with Blue. Blue shrugged and turned away, hugging her chest. Then, out of the sudden, the world was rotating around me, gradually, then faster and faster. I felt light, like a feather, like I could fly, and my feet, they felt like they could take off from the ground...any moment..any moment now....
"Hey Green, you okay?" Yellow asked, with some concern.
"THUD" I fell backwards, on the soft, warm grass, that pricked my skin gently. My eyes, felt heavy, like someone was pulling the heavy curtains of my eyes shut. My vision blurred.
'No! Green! Don't leave alone! Don't....' I heard someone crying from a distance. Blue? I tried to reach out towards her, to comfort her that i would be alright, but my arms felt like lead. I couldn't lift up at all.That was the last thing I heard...
Darkness fell.
Saturday, 18 August 2012
PAWN - Part III
Chapter 3
In the perspective of Yellow
Yellow's turn
I stared at the gigantic dice in front of me. It showed the number four.
"Who's turn is it?" I heard Green call out.
"Not sure. But I bet it's not my turn. I just passed it with flying colours," Red boasted.
"You're just lucky," Green scoffed.
"And I remain silent, listening to their lover's quarrel," I deliberately voiced out. Red and Green are always on logger-heads. Even if they were 10m apart now.
"Shuddap," they said in unison.
I chuckled.
As if to rain on our parade, an ominous shadow was cast over us once more. Seeming to stop, above my head. I could faintly make out the yellow lace it was clothed in.I knew there was such a thing as Karma!
I felt it wrapping around my waist and lifting me up, higher and higher. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and I almost thought I was almost about to cry out 'Mum!'.
Never in my life had I enjoyed the feeling of being in the air... I had serious Acrophobia. I found myself whooshing across, over Green and Blue, over Red, even. The air violently gushing against my face, almost smothering me. I felt myself turn pale, feeling sick to the stomach. Then, almost as quickly as I was being raised, I was put back down. 10 metres away from red, and through the thick foliage and greenery in the forest, I could no longer spot Green and Blue.
"What's happening now, are we all going to be separated?" Blue whimpered worriedly, her voice still clear to my ears. It's a queer feeling, hearing your friends, even when you can no longer see them.
The yellow hand returned, passing me the yellow envelope I was expecting, it was now close to me, and I could see the yellow daisy pattern on the lace. I tried to jump on the hand, to be free and go back to my friends. But I was only flicked away like a meddling ant, forcefully hitting the invisible boundary.
It looked like I would be stuck here.
Opening out the envelope, I retrieved the yellow card, and read it out loud.
"The Warm bright sun,
is a mellow yellow.
Fortune shines on you,
My good fellow."
"Oh my god you lucky bastard." I could hear Red, banging his head on the boundary.
The ray of light shone directly at my face, the only shield I had from it were from the leaves above. A silhouette was fluttering down. A butterfly? A leaf? Then the sunshine dimmed, as though a passing cloud had blocked it, and I looked down. Staring back at me was a paper doll.
"It's...it's a paper doll..."I told them, "Do I keep it?"
"I am sure there's no harm in doing so..." Green said, with some hesitation. As I picked it up, a cool breeze blew by, sending chills down my spine. Then again, can anybody be sure?
I looked at it, as it lay weakly in my hand. It's blank eyes, staring back at me. It was a princess, or queen of some sort, for there was a tiara on her head. And she was dressed in a Yellow evening gown, the only coloured portion of her white body.
Other than that, there was really, nothing out of the ordinary. "ok, then."
"Hey Red, what does your doll look like?"
"Some girl with two ponytails, and a red dress that trails off at the side. Oh and she's totally fair. Even her hair's porcelain white, a great contrast with my fiery red locks. She should totally use my shampoo."
"Yeah, sure, Babypoo Shampoo. That's the kind of shampoo you use right?" Green, looking to annoy Red again.
"Stop arguing you guys, what does your doll look like, Yellow?" I heard Blue chirp, laughing at Red and Green.
"Mine's as white as the clouds can be too. But mine's different..she..she has a tiara and an air of royalty around her. Perhaps the dolls mean something?"
"Stop scaring yourself Yellow, like the poem said, fortune shines on you, so it has to be a good thing right?" Red said, but I could sense some nervousness in his voice.
"I guess..."
It may have been a trick of light, or perhaps the heat and humidity of the forest was getting to me, for as I slipped the doll into my pocket, and glimpsed at its face before it slid in...
I'm pretty sure it blinked.
In the perspective of Yellow
Yellow's turn
I stared at the gigantic dice in front of me. It showed the number four.
"Who's turn is it?" I heard Green call out.
"Not sure. But I bet it's not my turn. I just passed it with flying colours," Red boasted.
"You're just lucky," Green scoffed.
"And I remain silent, listening to their lover's quarrel," I deliberately voiced out. Red and Green are always on logger-heads. Even if they were 10m apart now.
"Shuddap," they said in unison.
I chuckled.
As if to rain on our parade, an ominous shadow was cast over us once more. Seeming to stop, above my head. I could faintly make out the yellow lace it was clothed in.I knew there was such a thing as Karma!
I felt it wrapping around my waist and lifting me up, higher and higher. Butterflies were fluttering in my stomach and I almost thought I was almost about to cry out 'Mum!'.
Never in my life had I enjoyed the feeling of being in the air... I had serious Acrophobia. I found myself whooshing across, over Green and Blue, over Red, even. The air violently gushing against my face, almost smothering me. I felt myself turn pale, feeling sick to the stomach. Then, almost as quickly as I was being raised, I was put back down. 10 metres away from red, and through the thick foliage and greenery in the forest, I could no longer spot Green and Blue.
"What's happening now, are we all going to be separated?" Blue whimpered worriedly, her voice still clear to my ears. It's a queer feeling, hearing your friends, even when you can no longer see them.
The yellow hand returned, passing me the yellow envelope I was expecting, it was now close to me, and I could see the yellow daisy pattern on the lace. I tried to jump on the hand, to be free and go back to my friends. But I was only flicked away like a meddling ant, forcefully hitting the invisible boundary.
It looked like I would be stuck here.
Opening out the envelope, I retrieved the yellow card, and read it out loud.
"The Warm bright sun,
is a mellow yellow.
Fortune shines on you,
My good fellow."
"Oh my god you lucky bastard." I could hear Red, banging his head on the boundary.
The ray of light shone directly at my face, the only shield I had from it were from the leaves above. A silhouette was fluttering down. A butterfly? A leaf? Then the sunshine dimmed, as though a passing cloud had blocked it, and I looked down. Staring back at me was a paper doll.
"It's...it's a paper doll..."I told them, "Do I keep it?"
"I am sure there's no harm in doing so..." Green said, with some hesitation. As I picked it up, a cool breeze blew by, sending chills down my spine. Then again, can anybody be sure?
I looked at it, as it lay weakly in my hand. It's blank eyes, staring back at me. It was a princess, or queen of some sort, for there was a tiara on her head. And she was dressed in a Yellow evening gown, the only coloured portion of her white body.
Other than that, there was really, nothing out of the ordinary. "ok, then."
"Hey Red, what does your doll look like?"
"Some girl with two ponytails, and a red dress that trails off at the side. Oh and she's totally fair. Even her hair's porcelain white, a great contrast with my fiery red locks. She should totally use my shampoo."
"Yeah, sure, Babypoo Shampoo. That's the kind of shampoo you use right?" Green, looking to annoy Red again.
"Stop arguing you guys, what does your doll look like, Yellow?" I heard Blue chirp, laughing at Red and Green.
"Mine's as white as the clouds can be too. But mine's different..she..she has a tiara and an air of royalty around her. Perhaps the dolls mean something?"
"Stop scaring yourself Yellow, like the poem said, fortune shines on you, so it has to be a good thing right?" Red said, but I could sense some nervousness in his voice.
"I guess..."
It may have been a trick of light, or perhaps the heat and humidity of the forest was getting to me, for as I slipped the doll into my pocket, and glimpsed at its face before it slid in...
I'm pretty sure it blinked.
Wednesday, 8 August 2012
PAWN - Part II
In the perspective of Red
Chapter Two
I was lifted, into the air, by a red monster I couldn't see. One moment I was off the ground and the next--I was back on the ground, but further away from the rest. So far, so far that they seemed half their size.
I felt isolated. Alone. Unsafe. I tried running towards them, only to collide—quite painfully—into a wall that didn't seem to be there. But it was. I reached out, and touched it. The cold, strong, impenetrable wall. Suddenly, a shadow was cast next to me. I turned and looked up.The thing that lifted me came back, now I realise that, it's a hand, seemingly 10 times larger than me, clothed in soft red velvet, which i mistook for the blood-stained fur of a beast. Wedged between it's fingers, was an in-proportionally small, pink envelope. For me?
I retrieved it, my fingers trembling as i opened it and removed from it, a card. Before I could even read it, their voices blasted into my ear.
"RED READ IT OUT LOUD!""ARE YOU OKAY?""CAN YOU HEAR US?"
"IDOITS! STOP SHOUTING! I can hear you just fine. Don't shout into my ears." My ears still ringing from the havoc they have wreaked upon my delicate ears.
For their benefit, I read the card out loud. And it was a strange, cryptic message too.
"Alarm,
A bright warning,
Urgency,
Like a fire burning.
Darkness blooms,
Around candle flames.
Are you ready, red?
For the fire game?"
Fire game? The name of the game had unsettled me enough. As soon as I finished reading the card, I heard a faint ticking sound. It was rhythmic, and it clicked, clicked, clicked, almost inaudibly. I surveyed my surroundings for the first time. That's when I noticed it. A brown box. But more importantly, a timer. "04:50"."04:49"."04:48". I was supposed to do something. A timer was ominous enough. But what?
"What do I do?"
"is there anything else you have with you?" yellow asked.
But I had nothing. Except—except the envelope! I checked it again, findings small rectangular box, filled with strange liquid. There was a switch and I flipped it. Suddenly, like a magical burst of hope, fire appeared. The Fire Game!
But what was I to do with it? Trying my luck, I started with the box."04:23".
Running towards it, it appeared to be a box with strange carvings, like hieroglyphics of some sort. Pictures that didn't make sense. And the timer that ticked away,"04:21". I flipped the switch. Fire.
I placed it near the box, I wanted to burn it. Maybe it would end things. Then it happened so quickly. The flame merely licked the corner, when it emitted a piercing light, and a strange force blew me, such that I flew backwards, and knocked into the invisible walls that marked my boundary. It felt as though I as flying, then slammed into a corner.
Obviously, burning the box wasn't the smartest thing to do.
I winced, my head throbbing. I put my hand to my head, in a futile effort to stop my head from spinning.
"Hurry! Hurry!" My friends urged me.
As I put down my hand, my palm landed on something smooth, and slightly oily. I looked at down at my palm.
A candle!
Now this was something I could burn. Scrambling to my feet, I flicked my lighter. The flame of hope reignited once more, and I lighted my candle, bracing myself for the possibility of another blast. The scarlet red candle lit up, it's bright flame, a contrast to its surroundings, making it as though it was the only flame in a dark night.
"Darkness blooms,
Around candle flames"
Was that what it meant? I looked back at the box. "03:14""03:13"
Frantically, I rushed to find another candle. Then I noticed, on every corner of the boundary, there was a similar red candle! Lighting them up, one by one, a strange orange glow began to emit from the box in the center, like a glowing furnace.
The last candle."02:01". With a final flick of the lighter, the last of the candles had been lit."01:59" The timer stopped, the box glowed brighter and brighter, as though it had an orange monster in it struggling to escape."Click!" The box flipped open, and the light died down. It looked like an ordinary box once more.
"What's happening?What's happening?" Blue asked repeatedly.
I peered into the box warily.
"it's...it's a paper doll?"
Sitting contentedly in the box, was a paper doll dressed in a red pinafore. Her porcelain white face blushing with a girly pink. It seemed harmless, the safest thing I'd probably come across in whatever mess my friends and I have been pulled into. Though it's purpose still remained a mystery? A token or key perhaps? Whatever game this is, it was no ordinary game.
"Keep the doll. It may be useful." Green said thoughtfully.
I slipped into the pocket of my jeans."what now?"
As though it was to answer my question, the dice rolled once more.
Tuesday, 7 August 2012
National day celebrations in school!
By Autumn
Today was the school's celebration. Yes, right before National Day. This is the day whereby students finally get their well deserved break after a long term of studies.
10.58am
Yes. We were released that early. I am at the pepper lunch shop thingy at jurong point, and the best thing today is that I met Chong Kar Wei, since then, I knew today will be a blessed day. Sorry, it would be a terrible day, I mean.
I am now queuing. It's a long queue. Too many RVians wanting to eat pepper lunch. Too crowded. Too long. Too tiring. Too sian.
11.05am
So so many people. Yunying, Tzu Chien, Angelin, Kai Ting, Zhi Yuan, Jia Yi, Xin Ying, Elise, Florensia, Wu Hao, Zhou Yu, Crispus and most importantly Kar Wei! Oh wait, Ze Yu, Bryan and Guang Hao the emo bunch coming too. Hmm.
2.28pm
Apple, Fay, Kyle and Kiss came to my house And left just now. Sad to say that my house can't offer them anything cause the arrangement was last minute... No fridge and tv to play, play station is hidden somewhere is bro's room, dog is at grandma's house to accompany her... But the best thing was that... My brother is out! He isn't at home! that's a great relief!
We talked about ghost stories and then Fay was really scared... Should have jump up to scare her all of a sudden! But I know that I will get beaten up by Kyle if I really did that to her. (p.s. I was a bit scared too)
Anyway, that's enough for now.
Hope that you had had a fun day like me.
I wish for an even fun and better day tomorrow!
Friday, 3 August 2012
PAWN - Part I
In the perspective of Yellow
Chapter One
A shake, and a rattle. Almost too suddenly, I felt myself being lifted, my feet leaving the soft cushiony floor of a dark pouch, into a world illuminated by a bright light, and then landing, somewhere...different.
Chapter One
A shake, and a rattle. Almost too suddenly, I felt myself being lifted, my feet leaving the soft cushiony floor of a dark pouch, into a world illuminated by a bright light, and then landing, somewhere...different.
I opened my eyes.
The white light was piercing, and as I readjusted myself, I heard the chatter of red, blue and green beside me. I looked around me, trying to familiarise myself with this unfamiliar new world.
Above me, was a canopy of trees, like a green, stained glass window, to the never ending stretch of sky. Looking down, blades of grass tickled my yellow base, as brown leaves fluttered from the trees--like hopeless moths.
We were in a forest, one unfamiliar to me, one I have never been in before. Anything could happen. Marked out faintly on the floor, we're vague letters.."T", "R", "A", T", S"..whatever that meant.
Around me, red, blue and green were also looking around with awe, and fear. We didn't know what would happen to us, where we were, what we were doing here. Anything could happen, and it would catch us unprepared and off our guard.
Suddenly, green exclaimed in excitement ," hey look guys! Look at what I found!" in her hands, was a tattered piece of paper, yellow and aged. We crowded around green, reading it in utmost silence.
"Rule 1- Welcome to the game! This is a game of luck, of adventure, and of potential mishap! Your goal is to reach the end of the game, and hopefully, remain unscathed! if you reach the end, you may possibly escape! Good luck with the game!
Rule 2- different challenges will come your way, and you shall face them fearlessly. Do not be afraid of death, the only way to die is if your controller gives up on you. But if you decide to team up with someone else then, all hope is not lost! In the challenges you face, you won't die, you will merely be injured beyond measure. Good luck with the game!
Rule 3- Good luck with the game! You will need it. Of course whether luck will help, remains to be seen.
Ready? Let the die start rolling! Red comes first in the rainbow of--"
"rainbow of?" Red questioned, voicing out what all of us had been thinking in our hearts. That part of the note had been torn, leaving a gaping hole.
Suddenly, a large white cube, dotted peculiarly like a Dalmatian rolled across the side of the forest, until it finally balanced on one side, and the side that faced us, had two black dots etched on its side. Was that the die?
A large hand, gloved in a red satin glove, reached down from the sky, and moved Red, two steps ahead. "Wait guys, I found the missing piece to the note!" Green shouted, looking at the small patch of torn paper, found on the floor, next to a crumpled, withered flower that had fallen from an old tree.
It read," Death".
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