kerawang perak

Old friend

2011-12-13T14:57:00.000+01:00

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There were three knocks.
Once, and twice followed shortly.
The door opened and a man stood at the entrance.
"How can I help you?" the man asked.
"I was searching for a friend of mine who used to live here but it has been a long time since I have heard anything from him," said the visitor. "He is about this tall, though he seemed to grow taller everyday. He has scruffy hair but he also has the most curious eyes and brightest smile. And his laugh, his laugh," at this point the visitor begin to laugh himself, "his laughs are the most infectious things in the world. You cannot see him laugh, without you laughing yourself. He also has lots of scabs on his knees, from falling. He falls quite often, most of them during his adventures with me," the visitor, ending his descriptions with a smile. The man at the entrance listened closely, in silence.
"I'm sorry, but the boy died," the man said.

The visitor was shocked by the news. Only after a minute did the visitor managed to compose himself.
"How did he died? Are you his father?" the visitor asked.
"Who are you?" the man questioned back.
"I am Hope. Are you the boy's father?"
"No. I was him."

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nasihat jiwa

2011-10-26T01:48:00.001+02:00

kalau tengah membuat tapai,
jangan dijaja seluruh kampung;
kalau sudah hasrat tak sampai,
jangan jiwa dibawa berkabung.

Turn off the espresso machine

2011-09-05T06:33:00.000+02:00

The surface of the coffee ripples as the waiter put it onthe table. He glanced once at the retreating waiter before focusing back on hisportable computer in front of him. With his cheek resting on his left palm,posed in a statutory position, his right hand scrolls down the page as heperused the football ‘news’. After a while he stopped and looked at his leftwrist out of habit, forgetting that he didn’t wear any watch that day. Helooked at the lower right side of the monitor. It showed 1435.

“Alamak, dah lambat,” he said to himself. He quickly closedhis computer and the books around it, piling them on each other and was aboutto stack the lose papers when a draft blew across the room. Someone steppedinto the shop just as he was picking them up. The person was standing over himas he finished. He looked up and smiled at her and she smiled back.

“Sorry lambat, jam tadi,” she said, her smile slowlyvanished.
“Takpe, aku pon ralit tadi,” he said. He pulled her a chair, before sittinghimself in front of her. “Pergi mana tadi?”

“Tadi pergi cuba baju. Lama jugak. Dekat pukul dua belasbaru habis. Penat lah. Lepas tu pi lunch tadi sekali dengan kawan firm.”
“Oo, yeke. Baju warna ape?”
“Warna purple. Yang belah sana warna kuning.”
“Oo, sapa yang pilih. Hang ka dia.”
“Dua-dua aku pilih,” she said. They both laughed.

“Susah la kawin dengan hang, semua nak atur. Nanti rumahpon, hang buat sendiri, tak bagi orang lain buat,” he said.
“Manaa ada, tak susah pon lah. Aku pilih baju ja. Yang lain mak aku semua buat.Aku tak gaduh pikiaq apa pon,” she replied.
“Habis tu belah sana tak buat apa pon ka? Hang tak tinggai apa ka kat mak dia?”
“Mak dia dah takdak,” she answered. There was a brief silence. He apologized.
“Takpa, aku pon taktau. Baru ni ja aku tau,”
“Dia tak pernah bagitau ka?” he asked. She shook her head. He nodded his headand reached for his cup, before he stopped. “Eh, lupa pulak. Nak minum apa?Kopi ke teh?”
“Kopi lah.”
“Cappuccino is it?” he said, smiling.
“Hang ingat lagi,” she smiled back. “Tapi tak mau la, rasanya ambik espresso lakot. Mengantuk ni, sat lagi ada lagi nak kena pi cari kasut pulak.”
“Tak cukup tido ke. Nanti jadi panda lak, mata penuh eyebag. Habis gambarkahwin tak elok,” he teased, pulling his lower eyelids.
“Hish, buruknya! Tapi aku tak pa, orang lawa pakai apa pon lawa. Eyebag tu ponnampak lawa,” she replied.
“Sama la macam aku.”
“Apa yang sama macam hang?” she asked, her face puzzled.
“Pakai apa pon lawa,” he said. They both laughed at that, he openly while shecovered her mouth. When the laughter recedes, they both looked at each otherand smiled. The waiter then came with her drink and left. They both drank theircups and in between the sips they talked about old friends, forgotten memoriesand future plans. Time walked by as they talked. Suddenly her phone rang. Shepicked and talked for a while before letting out a sigh.

“Kenape? Sapa call?”
“Kak aku call. Dia dah marah-marah aku.”
“Yang mana? Sebab apa marah hang?”
“Yang doctor. Hang pernah jumpak rasanya. Dia marah sebab kena tunggu lama. Akujanji dengan dia nak pi beli kasut.”
“Hang tak payah beli kasut la, pakai yang aku ja,” he said.
“Hish, hang mengarut apa? Ni kasut bersanding nanti ni.”
“Ala, dulu hang pakai kasut aku, hang lupa ka?”
“Bila masa? Kasut hang pon aku takmuat.”
“Hang lupa dah la tu. Ada selipar dulu, waktu raya. Hang pakai sebijik macamaku punya. Tiru aku pulak tu,” he said. She seems lost for a second beforeexclaiming loudly, “Oooo, yang tu ka. Yang tu, hang yang tiru aku. Ada ka pakaikasut selipar perempuan. Mengarut la hang wei. Ada ka kata adik hang pi belipon, awat dia pi beli yang perempuan kat hang.”
He laughed embarrassedly. “Tak kira, hang tiru aku. Ni nak aku hantaq ka?”

She shook her head. “Tak payah, tak payah. Satgi dia nak maiambik aku.”
“Dia tu kak hang ka, dia,” he said, making a quotation mark in the air.
“Dia tu dia la,” she said sheepishly.
“Aha, okaaay. Bila nak mai ambik ni? Tadi kata lambat dah.”
“Hm, tak tau la. Sepatutnya dah sampai tadi lagi. Dia memang selalu lambatsikit. Dah cakap banyak kali pon sama jugak, jadi tunggu ja la. Cuba kalau akulambat, siap la kena berlet..” she stopped when she noticed him looking at himclosely.
“Ada apa ke?”
He didn’t answered directly, instead leaned back into the chair, his eyes stillon her. He then spoke, “Boleh dak aku tanya satu soalan?”
“Tak boleh. Soalan apa? Tanyalah.”
“Why did you choose him?” he asked her. She was silent for a while before shereplied that she didn’t know.

“There’s lots of things about him. Hang nak aku sebut satu-satu ka?”
“Okay okay, aku ubah soalan. Why did u not turned off by him? Why didn’t heturned you off?”
Her eyebrows knitted in a furrow when she heard the question. “Why should Iturned off by him?” she asked back. “Why should I?”
“Because he’s late.”
“He’s late? Takkan sebab tu pon nak sampai macam tu.”
“Well, yes. Dulu hang cakap sapa yang selalu lambat ni major turn off.”
Her eyebrows relaxed as she laughed. “Come on Asrul, that was years ago. Akusekarang dah tak kisah sangat benda tu, plus dia bukannya lambat sepanjangmasa.”
“Tadi cara cakap, macam selalu ja.”
“Okay lah, dia kadang-kadang lambat. Tapi bukannya sebab tu pon nak jadimasalah. Aku tak kisah pon benda tu.”
“Dulu hang cakap hang kisah.”
“Tu dulu,” her voice rose slightly. “Come on Asrul, why are you bringing thisup?”
“Okay, kalau baru, sebab apa dia merokok tu bukan turn off? Dulu, silap. Tahunlepas ja baru kata, tak suka mamat ofis tu, sebab dia merokok. Major turn offyou said.”

“He is quiting now,” she said curtly. He laughed quietlyinstead. “Why are you laughing?”
“You said once, yang smokers always be smokers. You don’t believe they canquit. Tak ingat?”
“Now I believe they can. Why you suddenly ungkit this all up anyway?”

“You said you didn’t like men with long hairs. Your daddy hates it. That guyrambut panjang, you ingat tak? You cakap sampai mati pon tak teringin orangserabut macam tu? Tapi yang nak ambikni, rambut kalah Akhill Hay kot,” he said, jutting his mouth disapprovingly. “Okaylah, maybe those characteristics are not that important, those major “turn off”are not that major, but can you tell me why you choose him? Sampai tak nampakdah benda yang kurang, turn off yang dulu hang tak suka sangat.”

The girl didn’t say anything and just sat there, flippingher phone in her palms. Without looking at him, she said, “Maybe because heloves me.” Her sentence was between an answer and a question, as she looked at him. He smirked back inreply.

“He, loves you? Berapa puluh orang suka kat hang dari dulu.Berapa banyak orang. Aku po..” he suddenly faltered, though he quicklyrecovered, “Aku pon tau ramai yang suka.” He stole a glance at her. In theglimpse he saw that he had already said too much, so he stopped himself andlooked away in pretense. They both sat in silence. After the waiter came forthe bills, he finally spoke to her.

“Sorry.”
“Sebab apa?”
“Entah. Tak dak apa,” he mumbled. He then took the spoon next to the cup andswirled the drink, making the pale coffee murky again. He tapped the spoon onthe edge of the cup before adding, “I guess your major turn off is not trying.”

She looked at him, puzzled and was about to ask when her phone rang. After thecall she reluctantly excused herself. “Sorry, aku tak paham part last tu. Tapini dia dah tunggu kat luar, aku pi dulu na?” she asked. He nodded inunderstanding and watched as she left and walked out of the door. For a whilehis gaze was focused on nothing before he moved his books into his bags andopened his laptops. Slowly at first but faster as he continued, he began totype.

The surface of thecoffee ripples as the waiter put it on the..

"Falling for someone is like an appetizer. If you missed the moment the first time around, better don't serve it at all."

Dandy lions

2011-08-15T18:59:00.002+02:00

Yesterday, hundreds goodbyes ago, I held a picked dandelion.
Its stem in my hand,
the flower bobbed and swayed,
to my delight,
to every breath and word I said.

As my face grew closer, my heart grew fonder to the flower.
Suddenly I sneezed and blew most of the petals away.
The few that were left, I cupped from the wind though I knew they wont likely stay.

Today I whisper goodbye to the wind,
for I cannot go where the dandelions were blown;
my path is land, yours is the sky.
my heart mellows and bellowed goodbye.

I will always be jealous of where you land,
still I let it go as the wind might be a better friend.

"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"

Judicious Judy

2011-06-08T05:59:00.000+02:00

There was once a girl named Judy,
Who one day went off on a journey.

She met a frog
which instead of a long tongue,
could breath fire to flies;
instead of eating flies wet and juicy,
it boasted eating them fried and crispy.

Other frogs were green with jealousy,
but the fire began to grew;
the flames left the skin dry and waterless,
stopped the breath, left it lifeless.

Thus the girl named Judy,
continued on her little journey.

Deep into the sea she then went,
into a school of octopodes;
where one got a cold and sneeze,
and flew out of the water unto a beach.

Wrapped by a tentacle was Judy,
who finally end her journey.

"What did you see? Where did you go?"
asked the esteemed adult,
but when told of the fire frog and the sneezing octopus,
their heads were shook, said it was nonsense and bogus.

They smiled in disdain.
For how can such weirdness exists,
such absurd notions;
they had need not travel, they gloated,
to claim such creature never existed.

Thus the girl named Judy,
in silence went off again on a journey.

..

octopode's meaning

"I want everything"

2011-05-23T01:02:00.001+02:00

If you want everything,
you'll end up with nothing.
If you want the world, you'll never have the girl;
If you want power, you'll never have love.
If you want all the gold, the days will be lonely when you're old

but if you want happiness, then have what you have now.

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You got me at....

2011-04-28T01:16:00.003+02:00

Hachi! Hachi!

Her sneeze cut through the silence, followed by the rhythmic sound of falling raindrops. She felt a touch at her elbow, which startled her and caused her to turn around.

"Do you need a tissue?" the man asked. His eyes were looking straight into hers, when she suddenly sneezed.

Hachi!
She expected him to laugh, as most people when they heard her sneeze, so she was surprised when he was looking calmly at her. "Do you need a tissue?" he repeated, as if the sneeze wiped her short-term memory. She grabbed his offer, took the plies out and clumsily gave the rest back. She wiped her wet hands with her back to him, away from the man, for she was embarrassed of herself. After she dried her hands, she sat up straight and looked towards the road, as if nothing happened. Suddenly she remembered her manners and turned to thank the man. Her gratitude however stopped halfway, as her books fell off her knee in her rush.

She quickly picked them up before he could even react, piled and sat them back on her laps. She didn't turn to him, instead stared straight into the road and stuttered her thanks.
"T-t-thank you. Thank you for the tissue," she said while her mind cringed, 'hey, they rhyme!'

"You're welcome," the man replied. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a thin smile on the man's face. The smile slowly fades out and the silence began to crept in. The awkward silence, the one which is filled by an OST in the movies. However, he suddenly spoke, to which she was grateful.

"You have quite a lot of books," he said. She nodded, eyes facing the road, "I worked at The Borders."
"Aha, I see. I always wanted to work in a bookstore," he added. "It's fun," she answered stiffly.
"That seems like an interesting book," he said, his eyes pointing at her stacked books. Her eyes followed his as she dumbly read the titles.
"Oh, this. Yes, it's quite interesting."
"Quite? 'The unicorn who yelled curry!'" he read it out loud. "The title isn't really something you might say quite interesting, right?"
"Well.. well, it is VERY, interesting," she answered as he turned to him.
He smiled at her and asked, "What is it about?"
"Urm, it's about.. the book is about a unicorn.. this unicorn sells apples in a market, so one day he went to the market to sell his apples. I think it's his, because it doesn't say what the unicorn is. Then..."

Then she sneezed.
Hachi!

Promptly a pack of tissues was offered to her and she was about to take it when it was pulled away. She looked up and saw him standing, looking at a bus coming towards their direction. He waited until the bus was closed enough to read the numbers before sitting back. A few passengers got off the bus but they quickly scampered away into the rain, leaving them both alone as before.

"Oh, I'm sorry. Here's the tissue." She took three plies, stopped, and took a few more just in case, and returned them back.
"Thank you." she said. "Anyway, where are you going?"
"Oh, I'm going to Shah Alam."
"Then why didn't you take that bus?"
"The bus wasn't going to Shah Alam."
"Yes it was."
"No it wasn't. It says going something jaya, not Shah Alam," he said seriously. She however, began to laugh.
"Sorry for laughing. Of course it didn't say," she stopped to breathe, "because there is no bus that goes directly to Shah Alam. You have to change to train and trams."

She smiled and he blushed.
"There. Here comes a bus. This bus can take you there. It's my bus too."
"So, why are you going to Shah Alam anyway?" she asked him as they sat in the almost empty bus.
"To visit my mother."
"So, your mother also came to Malaysia?"
"Came? What do you mean, came? She lives there."
"Urm I mean, did she came with you to Malaysia?"
"CAME? She never left Malaysia."
"You mean she's born in Malaysia? She's a Malaysian?"
"Of course she is! She lives there all her life," he said, to which the girl laughed.
"I honestly thought you were not Malaysian, plus you didn't know how to go to your own hometown and when you speak..." she stopped as she saw his face.

She puckered her mouth and stared straight forward. It was he who spoke again.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be mad at you. It was a normal mistake."
"No, no. I shouldn't have laughed at you. I.. oh no!" she said as she pushed the stop button. "It's already my stop, got to go. Don't forget to take the number 34, okay. Bye."

She rushed down the bus with her books in her arms and sneezed as she climbed the building's steps.

Hachi!

****
"Awal balik hari ni."
"Yala, takkan nak balik lewat lak, birthday papa kan hari ni," she said as she smiled to her father.
----
"Kenape sampai lambat sangat?"
"Tadi tak reti la nak naik bas, tunggu sejam sebab dunno bas mane nak ambik. Next time, mak suruh la adik g ambik I balik kerja. Bagi rosak kereta orang reti."

*****

"Where are you going man? Don't want to eat with us a?
"Haiya, he want to go to borders again la, you don't know?"
"Which borders? Why? Got cun one cashier there?
"Which borders?" he suddenly chipped in. "You mean there's another borders?"
"Yeah, the one in Tropicana. You tak tahu?"

----

"Jom, tinggal lah buku tu dulu. Hari ni hari last kan?"
"Aah, sedihnya rasa nak tinggal tempat ni, kak, " she said.
"Nanti bila dekat negeri omputih tu, ingat-ingat lah kami kat sini."
"Tu lah, nanti bawak la boipren omputih sorang untuk aku."
"Bawak balik untuk ko buat ape, die mesti cari untuk sendiri dulu, ye tak?"
She laughed and replied, "Pandai lah akak ni. Dah la, jom kita duduk. Ambik seat belakang pokok tu. Hari ni I belanje."
"Wah, seronoknya orang nak fly, belanje!"

----

"This group behind us so noisy lo, from we came until now, still talk talk talk."
"Of course la, pompuan ma. What do you expect. Many also."
"What do you guys want to eat?" he asked.
"Wah, you want to belanja us eh?"
He smiled and was about to reply, when his friends cut him off, "Mesti lo. He forced us to come and eat all this way. Went searching in the book store for what book I don't know. Now mesti belanja lo. So penat come all this way."
"Okay, okay. Sorry guys, I led you guys to a wild chase. Wanted to find someone who I think, works at Borders," he said. One of his friends said, "There's another one in Penang.."
He laughed. "I don't think she lives in Penang and commute to KL."
"Sheee.. No wonder la this guy act like this. Awek loo. No wonder so angau."
"I thought already awal-awal. Awek borders nia."
"It's not like that," he said with a smile, "she was just some girl I met at a bus stop. It was raining and she.."

Hachi!

He stopped, stood up and went around the decoration plants.
"Do you need a tissue?" he asked with a smile.

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The blinding shadow

2010-10-10T20:52:00.001+02:00

Marion was a little child who live down the road. One day Marion went to pick the cherries in the bushes, where the blueberries scattered among the leaves like freckles on a lovely smiling face. As the basket was getting full and the picking began to tire her, Marion sat beside the little spring nearby. A rabbit passed by, looked with its dolly eyes, and went away. A refreshing breeze blew but with it the clouds were dragged along, exposing the ground to the open sky. Marion edged herself to a nearby tree, when she noticed a man standing close by. He was sweating under the direct sun, that Marion asked him whether he would like to come under the shade.

The man declined. "Oh how I wish I have a shadow, so I can sit with you in the shade," he lamented.
"What happened to it," Marion asked. The man sat cross-legged and began to unfold his story.

"It began a long time ago, when I was only a boy, slightly older than you. I was like any other boy of that age. Our life consisted of playing in the day, sleeping in the night, and eating in the lapse of time in between. My life was simple and if anyone asked me then and there, what would I want to be when I grow up, I would straightly answer a policeman. The uniform held its magic to me like any boy and to add to that, we always played hide-and-seek, pretending one was a policeman catching robbers. And on one of this games when I was the one who had to seek the others that my world changed. In the excitement of the moment, I had already caught two of the robbers and I saw another one running into the crowd at the market. I took a route between the stalls and jumped onto my friend, rolling ourselves on the ground. I stood up laughing when my voice suddenly stopped as I noticed the person lying on the ground was not my friend. What's more it was not alive. Only a black shape lying on the ground."

"My body began to shake with fear and I began to run away. I heard a voice cried, shouting after me. I looked back and I saw an angry man with a very large nose and eyes burning furiously, cursing at me. He chased after me but I was faster. I was losing him and was just about to cross the bridge when something tugged me sharply. I looked back and saw the man holding a crumpled black cloth in his hand. My body felt cold at a sudden, knees trembling that I had to grab the bridge to prevent myself from falling. The man pulled the cloth sharply which caused my body to jerk backwards. Only then I realized the man was holding my shadow by its neck and pulling me to him bit by bit. "Come to me, boy!" the man's voice echoed hoarsely. He continued pulling the shadow, tugging hardly. I clawed hardly at the ground, frantically pulling myself away.

""Come to me booooyyy!" he shouted again. His eyes was blazing and foams are coming out of his nose and mouth, dripping all over his beard. I do not know what would happen if I didn't run, but I ran. I stood and with all my might I took a step over the bridge. And another. And another. Suddenly the force pulling me back snapped, sending me stumbling over the bridge. I didn't look back as I heard the man shouted and for that few days I walked without stopping. That was 14 years ago but I still remember it clearly like it was yesterday." There was a short silence as he finished his story.

"You don't have a shadow now, do you?" Marion asked.
"Yes, I lost my shadow to that man. I wish I have it back. Now I can't stand under the shade, fearing my shadow cannot find me when it escapes, or worse, if a wild shadow comes to me."
"That is so sad," Marion said, "can't anyone help you find it back?"
"Well yes. You can help me, if you want."
"Really?!" Marion dusted herself and stood up.

"Yes. It is quite simple. I just need you to stand over there. There. There, not under the shade. Come away from the shade. A bit further so your shadow will appear. Right there, brilliant! Now, walk to me. Come to me now, closer. Closer. Come to me now, girl...

thy or thee -Part 1

2010-09-25T20:38:00.002+02:00

Apathy empathy sympathy,
I can't ever discern one from the other.
All I know is what they've told me
They said I have neither of the three
I'm inhuman, heartless
A human without sympathy.

.. .

"If you had not...."

2010-05-13T02:45:00.011+02:00

There was once a time, when Humpty Dumpty was running around. Faster and faster he went with his laughter filling the air. He was very happy running around.

Humpty however forgot that when one ran too fast, he was bound to fall. Thus Humpty fell and hurt himself. There was a small crack on him which ran just above his chest. Fortunately Potsy Potter came along and had with her a patch of bandage, which she applied while saying how clumsy Humpty was. “I’ve told you before not to run around,” she said.

After that they went to the park, for Miss Potter had some errands to do. Along the way they spotted a dandelion, alone by itself as the others were already blown away by the North Wind.

“How lovely that dandelion is. It is dancing happily, that one can hardly stop oneself from swinging along to its rhythm. How I would be so glad to plant one,” said Miss Potter.

Therefore Humpty went to pick the dandelion when suddenly a gush of wind blew it away.

“Run for it Mr Dumpty, run!” Humpty ran but he was too slow. The dandelion was already far away, a tiny speck. “If only I had not fallen and cracked myself,” said Dumpty as he pointed to his chest, “I am sure I would have caught it.”

“If you had not run stupidly around, then you would not have fallen in the first place,” said Miss Potter as she stomped off angrily. Suddenly Humpty saw another dandelion and quickly pointed to Miss Potter. She however coldly replied, “I dislike dandelion. There are always so flimsy and waving around, one can only wonder when they are going to be blown and fly away.” So they continued walking for a while in silent.

The road came to a bridge and below this bridge flow a pristine stream. As they crossed over, Miss Potter looked down into the river and saw a water-lily, with its blossoming flower in pink. “How lovely that flower is with its petals poised at the verge of blossom. Its colour reflected on the river, like the cheek on a young girl. I would so very happy to have one.”

Upon hearing those words Humpty eagerly reached towards the flower. He kneeled on the bridge and stretched his hands but it was a grasp to short when suddenly the root of the water-lily snapped. The flower and its pad were taken away by the flow, followed by Humpty’s disappointed eyes. “If only I had not fallen and cracked myself,” he said, “I could have lie on the bridge and reached for the flower.”
“If you had not run around, you would not have fallen,” Miss Potter said, as she walked away with Humpty following sadly behind.

Shortly afterward they finally arrived at the park. Around the park ran a wall and on that wall grew vines and vines intertwined. Miss Potter eyes’ happen to rest on a morning glory which was full-bloom on the wall. “It is almost afternoon yet the flower is still in bloom. It is said that a morning glory plucked full bloom at noon, will bring such good fortune,” she said. Thus Humpty quickly climbed the wall towards the flower, plucked the flower and showed to her. Suddenly the crack on his chest began to widen and Humpty lost his grip and fell. He broke to a thousand pieces and even all the bandages in the world couldn’t put him together again.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,

Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.

All the king's horses and all the king's men

Couldn't put Humpty together again.

Poor Humpty. If only he had not ran around. It doesn't matter what you do afterward Humpty, it's the fact that you ran in the first place.

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It all began with a tick

2010-04-22T18:14:00.004+02:00

It all began with a sound, a soft tick that came somewhere near him. He was looking around when her wife asked her what it was. “Do you hear any sound, a tick like a clock, or maybe a bomb?” he asked. Her wife said no and living in a time when terrorism was not yet a word, she dismissed the question without a second thought. However the ticking did not stop, so he decided to go and see the doctor.

“Your ears are fine and there are no injuries whatsoever,” the doctor said as he stowed away his tools, “and you are quite young to be experiencing any hearing loss. There is probably nothing wrong so I suggest you get some rest and a good sleep tonight and soon you will no longer hear the sounds again.” The doctor sent him off with a cheerful smile on his face, bidding him to come back if anything happens. He went home and followed the doctor’s advice with a bit of doubt, doubting whether the ticking would go away. The doctor’s words happened to be true; the ticking was no more by the next day. It was instead replaced by voices.

At first these voices were like mumbling and no coherent thoughts could be heard from them, but after a few days they began to take shape. It was as if the speakers were talking in a ballroom and only now that they noticed a newcomer and began to address him. However the voices were in some foreign language, some were guttural while others hissed and not to mention the few that shouts unexpectedly in random intervals. The man was able to identify only a few languages from the lots of speeches and surprisingly the number began to dwindle as if the speakers were fed up speaking to the man, who didn’t understand a word they say, minus the few. This few consisted of two men’s voice, one with a sonorous voice, the other was slow and becalming, and another voice was a woman’s, laced with a French accent. The woman’s voice however disappeared as soon as he told his wife about them. “Maybe they are people in your head?” her wife replied.

It was not a comforting thought, having peoples in your head, so the man soon began to feel agitated and restless. He began to pace to and fro in his study room, when one of the voice spoke. It was the one with the becalming voice. The voice asked him to sit down and began to talk, though the second voice quickly began to facilitate the dialogue more often. Soon enough only the second voice could be heard, though the man knew the one who initiated it was still there. The man knew but he did not actually see them. He was once asked how he could manage to talk to people without seeing them, he answered, “It is like hearing voices from a friend of yours who is sitting on an armchair near you, while you are writing a letter to your aunt. It is not exactly difficult, since a letter to an aunt contains much the same every time but you need to look at it anyway in order to write it.” It was understandable then that soon enough, there was a whole lot of papers documenting his dialogues as he had taken to writing while they took place and as he quickly ran of aunts to write to, he began to write the conversations on paper.

The story of how it came to published was never certain but it was said through various mistakes- the wife taking the wrong letters and posting it, the aunt leaving it on the wrong place, the maid mistaking it to be posted again- that the letter arrived to the editors of a newspaper company who decided to published it, which received great interest from the public. They demanded more.

The writer was seek out and upon discovery of his abundance of notes, they were all pressed for the public to read. The man soon became a household name and the name Sir Richard Bradsworth was stamped in history as a famous writer, with his Tales of Lost Voices. Although no one ever knew if the Sir Bradsworth actually sent the letters themselves to the editor or not, but when asked about how he came to write it in the first place, he always started by saying, “It all began with a sound, a soft tick.”

Clearly style of writing influenced by Susanna Clarke in her book Jonathan Strange&Mr Norrell.
Thanks for reading..

Lambung ombak

2010-04-12T21:41:00.008+02:00

"Ku kayuh ke kanan, teroleng-oleng,

di biar diam, terambing-ambing.

Arusnya pusar, kocaknya tiada.

Gunung di dasar, puncaknya tiada."

"Laut mana, wahai nakhoda?"

"Bukan laut tetapi lubuk."

"Lubuk mana, begitu rupa?

Dalam hingga terbenam puncak."

"Lubuk di dalam manusia, lubuk hati"

khilaf kifarah

2010-03-17T02:29:00.009+01:00

Ku insan yang lemah
Penuh kelah dan kesah
Membentak mengadah
Lantas kau hadiahkan kifarah
Menarik ku yang telah
Hanyut dalam dunia indah

Ku kini mencuba
Medekatkan diri mendamba
Cinta yang tak kunjung tiba
Walau kejang tangan di dada
Menadah tangan ku berdoa
Rindu itu masih tiada

Khilaf dari insan
Ditenun jadi perhiasan
Doa jadi permainan
Bagai mengherdik Tuhan

Ku adalah makhluk
....

Kias kata

2010-03-13T14:29:00.014+01:00

Ku kias kata,

Menyelindungkan cinta

Walaupon belum kita

Pernah bertentang mata

Ku rasa iri,

Terasa sendiri

Bisumu ku tak erti

Gundahkan hati

Aku malu mengaku tak mampu

Rasa rendah diri yang mengungkit

Bicara lalu datang satu-persatu

Namun hati mudah kembali sakit

Tawarkah hatinya

Bencikah dia?

Kabur keindahan dunia

Bila hatiku tertanya-tanya

- -

2010-03-06T00:11:00.001+01:00

Wipe these dreams, they are not my own
My eyes burn, burn as they run dry
They say tears can drown your thoughts
They forgot the heart lies in sea of thoughts

Snow White, this is a mirth
Yellow won't break my courtesy
Words won't scath my
It's the gaze that drove doves in droves

Over the sea,they say a sea monster lies
Who can say it's the truths or a lie
But if in a lake the sea monster lives
It's a lake monster it be, if it exist

I scry the wind, but winds ran from me
I blew the ray, but it broke in half on the way
I drank it, the smell of history
He told of it, a fable and a gist

Why, why the words don't always rhyme
The thoughts never stand
The phrase never blends
The ends never ends

Why, why the dreams are chased
The fears they come near
troubles then appear
Tragedy runs forever

In this deafening light
The shadows began to talk
It is such a frigtening sight
When thoughts began to walk

First they linger and sniff the
"what have I done?!" said he
From the past the will they muster
To answer the rough riff from thee

*copied and pasted from my ipod. don't know what I was thinking at that time and don't want to know why. must be psychotic on that day. truth be told, it's scary reading this and knowing I wrote it*
Imagination overload

Of how my dreams are alone

2010-02-27T15:22:00.000+01:00

I sat on a bough and gaze far away
I said to myself, this is the day
The day, the moment all to unravel
My legend and all of my fables

But I waited still
I dreamt on more
At the end of the day
Everything's like before

How my dreams are alone
How my wills they whither
All the ideas I conjure
were never written on paper

Yet I dream of galore
Of how the readers adore
Every work, every bits(beats)
Every words a masterpiece

So I muster my will
I wield my heart
My wisdom and wit
And began to start

Of how my dreams are alone
of how these dreams are my own

2010-01-27T22:59:00.000+01:00

"He waits at the back of my house."
"Who?"

"Winter"

The beginning

2010-01-24T05:49:00.001+01:00

Every memorable romantic story usually have an incident, something that struck out as different, albeit the smallest detail. A coincidence where the girl's character links with the boy and that moment will be accompanied a lovey dovey song and the scene will be played in slow motion. If one were to describe a story, the words would be, "Do you know the story where this girl..." and they will fill the details from the scene, right to the moment the wind blows the girl's hair languidly.

Well, here is my story and the scene did began with the wind blowing at my face. Hot winds of summer.The hot gust worsens the dry atmosphere of my room, when I decided to close the window. Incidentally a friend of mine decided it was a good day for her plant to get a dose of sunlight, where she decided my windowsill as her best option. Only after I closed the window did I realised the suddenly missing pot. I quickly open my window and there the scene played slow motion, as I watched it fall, and much to my horror a person walking three storeys below me.

Maybe it would have turn out differently if I didn't gasp. Oh, well.

***

To make it clear, let me start from the beginning of the beginning. Well, not really that beginning, just early enough to help me write. There is never enough detail for me to describe about myself, not that I can't think of any of those but simply I think that they can clearly be seen in a sweep of an eye. Just the normal. Female, young adult, Caucasian etc. Other than that I find nothing of interest about me that relates to the story, other than details of my background. My apartment is

?

Lirikan lalu

2009-12-28T02:44:00.000+01:00

Dulu...

Dulu kau, dulu aku
Sekarang I and you.

Dulu pantang bertegur sapa,
Pasti ada yang tak kena,
Pasti ada yang nak dikata;
Tapi sekarang pantang berdepa,
Terus ditanya tadi ke mana?
Manis pula kata-kata.

Dulu hujahnya tajam,
sindirannya sentiasa menikam;
Tapi sekarang lain ragam,
Rupanya manja dalam diam.

Yang dulu kini ditinggalkan,
yang sekarang didahulukan,
Larian masa takkan dapat diulang;
Pikir pula ke depan-depan,
apa guna ditenung mendung awan,
Tarian hujan takkan dapat dihalang.

Lalu...
Dulu benci dan luat,
kini benci semakin kuat.

p.s. haha..wanted to write bleumond/akmar, but got stuck.

Cressent

2009-12-14T12:18:00.001+01:00

If I were a water spider,
I'd skimp over the ripple, fleet over the water,
And when you flow
is where the spider will go.

If I were a doctor, a would-be doctor
Wouldn't life be so much easier,
The pills for health, the title for your hands
Blessings to their daughters, the parents would lend.

But if are ifs and I am neither,
Only a lad with dreams and half-sided grin,
If sulks and smiles, you never tire
Then let there be no doctor, nor spider,
only a lad with a grin.

Kias kelui

2009-11-23T14:31:00.000+01:00

Pipit sama pipit,
Enggang dengan enggang,
Pipit, pipit serindit,
Enggang jalan seorang.

Enggang pergi ke dalam rimba,
dahaga di hati inginkan air;
Mencari perigi ketemu timba,
raga ternanti hingga ke akhir.

Pipit terbang lada bersulah,
Nasi disenduk sambil bernyanyi;
Andai tangan bertepuk sebelah,
Kucing bertanduk pun tak akan berbunyi.

Pipit tuli memakan jagung,
Mata terkebil, ditelan sangkut;
Walau berkali berulam jantung,
Hati dipanggil tetap menyahut.

Bukan mabuk di enggan lalu,
Tepi jendela pipit berbuat sarang;
Bukan tertunduk tersipu malu,
Tapi sedar pipit yang angannya panjang.

I'll make bread!

2009-11-15T05:42:00.003+01:00

"Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could eat something else beside mice, Big Brother?"
"What would you want?" Big Brother hooted.
"Well, I don't really know," Small Brother answered. He flapped his wings once and flew to another branch where he perched silently. After a while he blinked his big eyes and suddenly said, "I know, I know! I want to eat Bread!"

"Bread?" Big Brother turn his head a half circle, looking backwards.
"Yes, Bread! You know, the one like in the story. Where the hen plants wheat in the field. She then tends them for many days, which is hard work from what I've heard. However I am certain the food will taste better since the effort poured on it is considerable. It sure is more interesting than catching mice. Those little rodents are so stupid and always surprised that they're dead. It is so boring eating them, don't you think so Big Brother?"
"Hmm," he hooted non-commitally.
Upon the lack of response, Small Brother continued, "And after the wheat is grown, the next process is to harvest and mill. In the story, the wheat is turned into flower. Fancy that Big Brother. You get a flower. A flower from wheat!"
"Uhum."
"Anyway the flower is then dried in the sun before it is next used for the baking of the bread. The smell of baked bread! The story always say that the aroma will make your mouth water. Delicious! Wouldn't it wonderful to eat bread? Well why not? In fact, I am eating bread from now on! I'll start to plant wheat tomorrow. Isn't that a great idea Big Brother?"

"Yes, it is. Only one thing."
"What is that?" asked the small owl.
Big Brother turned his head from the back to the front, and said, "You must wake up in the morning," before he flew away and caught a mice.

The end

Owls can turn their head ~180°. Cool. Hoot, hoot!

Aku bukan Usman Awang mahupon Shakespeare

2009-11-10T01:25:00.002+01:00

Aku tak reti sastera,
tak pandai buat ayat bunga-bunga,
kalau cakap kat depan, mesti gagap-gagap,
kalau sembang intelek, mesti lambat tangkap.
Dulu karangan kat sekolah markahku slalu rendah,
perkataan pulak tak pernah cukup patah,
kalau tengok kat kertas tanda merah merata,
Cikgu kata bnyk salah, kurang kosa kata.

Aku lagi tak reti Bahasa Inggeris
ejaan pelik, berbelit-belit, berlapis-lapis,
paling susah bila terjumpa orang putih,
setakat 'yes' 'no' pastu tersengih-sengih.
Agaknya sebab tu mat saleh kata kita peramah,
bila ditanya, tegur, senyum panjang tak bermadah,
yang aku maksudkan begitu pengguna sepertiku,
yang kantoi Inggeris, dunno bahasa baku.

Jadi bila menulis, tulisan ku lemah,
bila bertutur, kataku tak petah,
kadang-kadang mesej aku tak sampai,
selalu orang panggil aku lampi, tak pandai.
Tapi bila salah janganlah gelakkan,
senyum sinis pon kalau boleh jangan,
Tegurlah kalau mahu, cuma jangan bagi aku malu.
Apa guna sombong ilmu, diusung ke hilir ke hulu

Aku bukan Shakespeare
Ceritanya di sanjung, diperhati, ditelaah di institusi.
Tapi siapa pasti pula, pendapat ku sampah tak berisi?

Dan aku bukan Usman Awang,
Beliau ramai orang kenal, digelar tongkat Waran,
Aku tiada yang kenal, aku hanya seorang insan.

Dictator wishes

2009-11-09T02:05:00.003+01:00

There are three things I wish more
First of the three is gold and money
To spend on the world and its galore
Pave the path to anywhere my heart's glee

Next I wish for more power to hold
This I weld and drag behind my heels
Allies adores while enemies behold!
For those who oppose will be killed

Of the three I wish more of the last
More than the two I wished before
I wish to forget bloody deeds of past
Which my tainted hands threw my peace obscure

The Rhabit

2009-08-12T16:34:00.005+02:00

It was a cloudy morning in May, as I walked over the country. After not a while, to my surprise I saw a rabbit scuffling slowly across the ground. It was white in colour, a peculiarity where the norm is brown, the rabbit turned as it heard my footstep and began to distance itself from me. Though what is more peculiar is it only went just a few meters away and when I came close, it ran away again, maintaining a constant distant from me.

This behaviour persisted so I followed as it evades me, when suddenly I tripped over roots and about to fall. The rabbit must have occured to its little brain that I wanted to catch it, that the white creature bolted away. I regained my steps and followed it, where I saw the rabbit crossed the road(for we were leaving the fields) and a car came. The driver probably barely noticed except a slight bum, the left tyre, as the car sped away blissfully.

I ran and prepared myself for the worse.
The rabbit was dead, or so I thought. However it suddenly talked, I musn't be dead then, I amended my thoughts. Then again, it couldn't be a rabbit then, if it happened to talk. Nevertheless it spoke.

To be honest I had believed the voices to be mine, except for the fact that the mouth of the white rabbit was in sync with the voice, while my mouth, I noticed, was dry and agap. What the rabbit said was even surprising, something you would not expect to be said by a ran-over rabbit, if they could talk at all. Still, what it said was something like this.

To die insignificantly or;
to die beautifully.

To this I had no response, as I now feel it was not a question. Even if it was, I wouldn't be able to provide an adequate reply at that time. The rabbit further said.

If a rabbit were to furrow a burrow,
would it simply be something that resembles one.
If a rabbit were to die and not see tomorrow,
would it matter what it left behind and done?

with that the rabbit stopped. Its words stopped with its breath. A friend of mine asked, "Why do you tell about this sad rabbit then?"
"I do not know. It's a habit."

A Rhabit. The end.

I once went to an island

2009-06-30T03:48:00.008+02:00

The verses somehow related to this video/song.
Watch it first, or later, whichever suits. I recommend the former.
Owh and the writing below is not lyrics for the video. It just relates in a way. A bit.

I once went to an island

Mirabey

2009-05-21T01:00:00.003+02:00

A new way of story telling that I was trying.
Unfortunately blogspot makes it quite hard to upload a succession of story.
So instead the pictures are uploaded to facebook.
Yes, the story is pictures

here's the public link
http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=1945775&l=c93c80ece7&id=706717262

Pisces

2009-05-19T03:05:00.006+02:00

There was once two salmons swimming in the sea.

They were swimming happily when he asked her, when would she be going back upstream.
She just kept quiet so they continued swimming silently.
The next day he asked her again,when would she be going back upstream.Again she didn't answer and again he accepted it quietly.
The next day he asked her again, and this time she answered.

"I do not want to go upstream. I love the sea and I want to swim in it for all my life"
He laughed.Yes, fishes do laugh and when they do, small bubbles came out of their gills.

"Why are you laughing?" she asked.
He answered that he didn't believe that she wouldn't go back upstream.
"We will see and wait. Then we will swim back together," he added.
"I am not going back."
"Then I have to swim with you for now," he said.
"Will you swim with me, as I explore the depth of the sea?"
"I will not be here forever, but I will wait upstream until whenever."
Thus they swam together onwards for some time.

Then as the last call came for the fish to return, as the last tulip bloomed, he left her in the sea and swam upstream to the place it all began. There he waited and in his waiting he saw how others grew red and how they left behind new eggs.
Even when they began to hatch, he was still waiting with his skin the same shade as before.
What happened to her, he never knew.
What happened to him was he never changed his scales and in his young body he died of old age, waiting for the salmon who fell in love with the sea.

Oh foolish fish, a silly salmon he was, waiting for something that never was to come.
Death In Vain.

The end.

Tap-here (Tapir)

2009-04-25T02:41:00.006+02:00

The Tapir Tahir

There was once a tapir,
or was it a tahir?
Anyway he was our class leader.
A fine one said the other members
Drove a car light blue in colour,
"Jambu gila" some would mutter.
But really it doesn't matter,
Cos with the car,to Jusco we could wander!

Now it made me ponder
What on earth am I starting to blabber,
Owh about our class monitor
who wants a story about her
eh it's a him,not her!
egal, as long as he's a character
in any story that appear
on my blog,blog blogger~~~

though this aint one for that matter,
simple proses hacked together
run around,run little letters
be a poem,be a prose,or whatever
well,at least isn't it better
than only a key-chain peddler?

There was once Tahir,
or was it a tapir?

Bléumond 1.5

2009-04-23T17:09:00.006+02:00

The fifth part of the 1st chapter.

The person sitting on the floor was tired as he looked back at all the people staring at him. Lord Farquar ordered Links to tie him up while he held Bléumond.
"Instur? Is he your master?"
"No no," she quickly replied, her mood lifted seeing the handicraft man."I am not his slave. I just call him Instur."
"You don't make any sense," he said. He was about to ask when Morlai entered the room."You used the ring?" Morlai said accusingly. After noticing the tied up prisoner he added, "I see. It's him."
"You know him too?" Lord Farquar said irritated.
"He was someone the girl met before," said Morlai.
"Why didn't you kill him?" Lord Faquar's words froze Bléumond.
"I had no need for that."
"You could avoid this," Lord Faquar snarled.
"I will check outside to see if he is alone," Morlai replied."Guard him. The skin is magical. Do not touch it."
"Enough,” Lord Faquar growled as Morlai left the room."Guard him Links, and you hold her," he said as he too was leaving the room."I still have to question them," he added.

The room's atmosphere changed as soon as the tow magicians disappeared and Links even went to the extent of mimicking Morlai's actions. Bléumond had found it funny at first but then she noticed the tired face of Instur, who was concentrating on the three guards. He then suddenly spoke, "Links, can you give me some wine, eh?"
Links was surprised the prisoner spoke, let alone asked for some drinks.
"Why should I give you some?"
"Now, now. Why wouldn't you? Just because that man told you so?"
"What do you know bout that man eh?" Links said. He then poured the prisoner some wine from a cask.
"I don't know a lot but anyone can see he is a no good person. Right eh?" said Instur, before adding, "Pour me some more wine please."
"Good person he sure not is," chipped Port."You know, he is sure wicked. Worst than any mortal can be. If I live to be a hundred, I'll never be a hundredth as wicked as him"
So the room went lively with their chatters, the three guards talking to the prisoner. If it were not for the tied hands, Instur would pass as the others himself. During all this while Bléumond noticed Instur kept drinking a lot of wine, triple than the guards altogether but instead the drowsy looks on the others, his eyes maintained a concentrated look on his tired face. She also noticed his stomach was bulging.
"Is your skin really magical?" Filip was asking.
"Of course it isn't," Links butted in, “aint I'm right, eh?"
"But what's that bulge there?" Port began to notice." You know my uncle once had a belly as big as that until one day, he.."

Unfortunately no one ever knew what happened to Port's uncle because at that time the door opened and Morlai entered the room. He was infuriated seeing the prisoner given wine."Fools. Don’t give him wine. Don’t give him anything."
Intoxicated by the wine, Links bravely stood up to Morlai and started to shout back."I'll give him whatever I want. You think you are so high and powerful, eh?"
Meanwhile Bléumond saw Instur taking the top of the cask by his mouth and gulping it all in. Things then went very fast.

He threw the cask with a swing of his head and it broke near the lamp. A small fire erupted. Instur took a deep breath and as the guards and Morlai turned around to face him, he let out a gush of water from his mouth. It caught fire and the room was ablaze. Instur blew forth fire, burning the walls and the guards, forcing them back while he came close to Bléumond. She shielded her eyes for the heat blinded her as he came closer. The flame slowly grew smaller before suddenly it suddenly stopped.
"Hop on my back," urgently said. Bléumond followed obediently. She turned around and saw Lord Faquar emerging from his father's study room, leaving a gap in the translucent wall, through which Lenna's face was staring straight into her eyes, scared. She shouted Lenna's name, when Instur's tied hand pushed her closer to his back. Instinctively she put her arms around his neck. He said something but she was focused on Lenna's frightened face that she didn't heard it. Lenna called for Bléumond when Lord Faquar pulled out his hand, again sending a spreading wave closer to her eyes. Just as it was about to pass her, everything became a blur of shadows. The voices were gone and replaced by silence.
Bleumond's heart thumped, her lungs pricked as if hit by a thousand needles, her eyes blinded by spasms of light.
And it all suddenly stopped as sudden as it began.
She fell from Instur's back, vomiting and sick on the bare ground. Instur was lying a few feet away. After a few seconds she heard Instur's voice, „I told you to close your eyes and mouth. You didn't listen and kept shouting."He then said softly, „Are you alright?"
Bléumond couldn't answer him. Quietly he left him.
Only then did she notice she was crying. Lenna’s face came to her mind. Suddenly the thought that she didn't cry before for her parents, made her hate herself. Then she cried even more, rocking herself to sleep, closing her wet eyes. In the middle of her sleep she felt someone wrapping her in a blanket, carrying her away. Thus she called out, „Father?"

The voice answered yes.
Bléumond closed her eyes tighter.

Bléumond 1.4

2009-04-23T08:55:00.004+02:00

The fourth part of the 1st chapter.

Bléumond walked silently in the already dark woods, although scattered rays from the setting sun touched the damp earth here and there,enough light for Bléumond to follow the man who appeared recently.The man was wearing a robe,a hood covering his face from being seen even when the canopy broke and they were in the open.Bléumond had been following aimlessly before that,her thoughts occupied,until she realized they had reached the river.
"Where are we going?" she asked.
"To your home," he answered as they walked along the banks.The word home lifted her spirit although he said in a rather indifferent voice.Flat.And it sounds faraway,the way sounds echo in the woods.Hearing his voice reminded Bléumond being back in the wood,reminding her of the handicraft man,or Instur as she called her.She finally asked the hooded man.
"Is the man dead?"
"No.I have no need for that," he replied plainly.Other people would stop when he used the word 'no need',but Bléumond obliviously didn't.
"But he said that we were poisoned,the way cubs are taken from their mother.And he also said that she is normally killed.I wonder if he was only lying to me.Wasn't he?" Bléumond asked rather to herself but she turned towards the man nevertheless.For once since they walked,the man turned to her.Her heart skipped a bit.
It was just a glimpse.His face was shiny and skin taut over them,his hard skull as if protruding from within.It was as if they were made of wood.Suddenly however his face smooth out and left Bléumond wondering whether her eyes was tricked in the dim lighting.She then looked at his eyes and notice they were faraway,as if pondering a decision.
Bléumond heart stopped once more when she remembered her question and realized that Instur's life was in danger,as her question triggered the hooded man to reasses his own action.
After a pause he finally said,"The horse is over there."
Together they rode with her in the front saddle,towards her house,leaving the forest behind.Bléumond was scared to look back,though she managed to steal a peep from under the arms of the hooded man holding the reins.She then exhaled quietly,relieved that nothing happened to the handicraft man.

******

Bléumond was tired by the time they reached her home and it took a while before she noticed the house was different.
"What happen?Where is the light?" Bléumond jumped off the horse and went inside."Why isn't Wok putting up the lights?" She was searching for the house servants when she a stranger blocked the corridor.She looked up and saw the man had a menacing face and wore a grin with a blotch of birth-marks on the right of his face.He spoke and it instantly reminded her of the bull she saw with a patch of red skin on its back.
"So this is the young girl,"he said."You did manage to bring him,eh?"
The last words were directed to the hooded man,who ignored them.Instead he said,"Keep her in this room.I'll be waiting in the next room until the seal is finished."
The man with the blotch on his face followed the orders a bit reluctantly,his dislike for the hooded man clearly shown as he muttered words under his breath.He was about to hold Bléumond when she noticed that his father's study room was open and to her surprise her cousin,Lenna was sitting in there,scared.
"Lenna!You came!" she shouted to Lenna,though she didn't seem to hear.Before the blotch-faced man could react,Bléumond was already entering her father's study.She stepped into the room when instead of her cousin,she saw the back of the hooded man and the blotched faced man coming towards her.She looked to her left and saw her right leg,which cause her to let out a gasp.The hooded man turn and before Bléumond could figure out what was happening,he caught her by the shoulders and pulled her out from the room,holding her tightly and preventing her from going back.
He spoke angrily to the other,"Look after her,now."
He then turned away into the opposite room.
Bléumond felt her hand pulled by the blotch-faced man,who was still muttering under his breath.He dragged her to the living room,from which Blèumond could see Lenna sitting alone scared.In the living room she discovered two more strangers.
"What are you mumbling Links?" asked the first.
"The monster.Thinks he can order us around,eh.Just because he's a magician.Give me some wine,Port," said Links to the second stranger.
"You shouldn't drink in front of the lady,Links.It's bad manners," the first stranger chipped in.
"You and your manners.You thinking yourself some kind of noble,eh Filip?" Links replied.
"Maybe he thinking he's some kind of magician.You know,like the monster next door," jest Port,followed by Links' laughter.
"Is he really a magician?" Bléumond asked,cutting the laughter.
"Well the lady is asking herself," said Port."You know,he's not really a magician,he's a monster.Isn't that the right manner to say it,Filip."
"I don't know.Sometimes he seems good enough.Better than Lord Farquar most of the time"
Suddenly Links slapped Filip,leaving him speechless."You stupid.Lord Farquar is our master," said Links,followed by a few seconds of silence.He then took a sip of the wine and said in a better mood,"Besides,the monster only behaved because he has his intentions."
All this while Bléumond watched as her three guards talked about the hooded man and their master,a man named Lord Farquar.Occasionally she would asked a few questions and due to the liquor,the men answered them uninhibitedly.Through them,Bleumond also discovered the hooded man was a magician,and so was Lord Farquar.Morlai,for that was the name of the hooded man though they called him monster, was a man the guards hated much mainly because for his attitude,but also for his weird ways of 'magic'.Links was describing how Morlai set up the walls surrounding the study room,one that interested Bléumond so much that she forgot Lenna was actually kept caged in there,when suddenly the living room door opened.
The manner the guards changed,suggesting the incomer was important, in which he then voiced his authority.He was Lord Faquar.
"Links,grab her.You two stand up and ready."
Pulled to her feet,Bléumond saw Lord Faquar held out his hand and on his finger glittered a ring.The ring sparkled as she looked,creating an expanding blue wave that came closer to her eyes,before they passed through her eyes and vanish beyond her body.
Then there was a thud.The five people turn towards the sound,where a body was lying convulsing on the floor.There was only 2 lamps in the room and by the meek lights they provided,Bléumond saw that the body had scaly and glistening skin.Port and Filip quickly grasped the body upon Lord Faquar's command.They pulled him upright and under the light Bléumond gave a gasp.
"Instur!"

einter-lyrics

2009-04-02T17:30:00.005+02:00

Beep Beep! The Ice cream truck

2009-01-07T05:19:00.004+01:00

Since I am so lazy,I'm still procrastinating(is it spelled right) to write Bléumond.
So here's a light piece.

"You're late to school!Quick now Dori," said Mrs Smith.Ushering his son out of the house,she gave him the lunch pack."Don't forget this Dori and come back home directly after school."
"Ok mom."

Theodore is 8 years old.Yes,his name is Theodore and only his mother called her Dori.At least until one day she picked him up after school due to an emergency,that she forgot and called him Dori in front of his class.Case close.Thus he was known all through his 1st grade as Dori.Dori!What a peculiar name,teachers used to ask.
But that was last year,almost at the end of the year.So last night before he went to sleep,Dori hoped people would forget the incident and called him Theodore,but right then he wished fervently he wasn't too late for the bus.The first period was Mr Hankins, and you wouldn't like to make him mad,as he would be all red and puffy.People said if water is poured on his angry face,it could steam a bun!
Of course not one of the pupil knew if it was true,as clearly no one ever tried.
Focusing the story back to Dori,who was rushing to the bus stand,fervently hoping it was still there.
Dori had missed the bus.

*****

Mr Hankins was signing his big ominous Teacher's book,with big curly letters spelling his name on it,when Dori arrived at the door.The class was silent and only the scribbling handwriting of the students were heard,which stopped when the class began to notice Dori's arrival.Noticing the peculiar silent,Mr Hankins looked up and was stumped.He was so shocked that he forgot to be angry."Why are you late?" he asked monotonously.
"Well,I missed the bus and then there was this big ice cream truck that stopped in front of me and asked if I wanted a ride,but I said no because mother teached(taught?) me so.And the driver said,would I like some ice cream.And I said yes,and he asked what flavour.And then he whispered to me there is a magic flavor ice cream,that if you eat you can see invisible things.So I said ok and ..then.." Dori slowly stopped when he realized Mr Hankins was quite and sure enough when Dori looked at his teacher's face,it was deep red and puffy,like a steam engine train stopped head on by Superman.
Mr Hankins was quite for a while,quietly before barking at Dori,"You came 1 hour late,all haggard and dirty and I expected a logical explanation and you spin all this bullocks!"
He took a deep breath before continuing,"Now go stand outside,I will bring you to the headmaster,PERSONALLY."
Once Mr Hankins brought a bully PERSONALLY to head's office and through unknown contraption and plans,the boy was transformed and by the end of the year was the head prefect.
Dori gulped hearing that,turned and slowly walked to the door.
"Wait!" Mr Hankins suddenly barked.Dori's heart beat wildly.Maybe Mr Hankins is not mad anymore,maybe he knew I was telling the truth and he wanted to hear my story again,thought Dori.
"What is your name?Full name," asked Mr Hankins.
Dori turned and answered,"Theodore Smith."Now can I sit? he asked in his mind.
"Smith..Samuel..Skyparsky..Here.Smith,Theodore," mumbled Mr Hankins to himself,before addressing Dori, "Now go stand outside."

******
To Dori's surprise,there was already another pupil standing outside.Raymond also camea bit late (about three minutes) that day,so he had been standing there for about an hour by that time.
"How big is the ice cream lorry?" Raymond whispered.Dori took a while to answer,so he said," You didn't see any ice cream lorry,did you?"
"Yes I did!"
"Shh..He can hear you.Don't talk so loud,or he will come and tell us to stand away."
"Ok ok..But I did see a lorry ice cream!It was so big,it was like a contena.It had lots of wheels and very long,with boxes with different types of flavors,in the back."
Raymond was in awe,but managed to ask,"How come you know there are.You said your mother said don't take rides with stranger."
"The driver told me.Besides,they were painted on the side of the back.Chocolates,vanillas,strawberries, and lots more.It even had those yucky yam flavour and others that I don't know."Seeing Raymond drooling,Dori continued,"But I was in a hurry,so I didn't have the time to taste,and then the driver asked why I was in a hurry.After I explained,he gave me the magical flavor ice cream,so I can see invisible things."
"Why would he want you to see invisible things," Raymond suddenly broke out of his awe and interrupted.
"Umm..I don't know.But he gave it to me.It was like white,like yogurt." (Dori wanted to say it was cream in colour)
"Was it good?"
"Hmm..it didn't really taste anything.But i eat it all anyway.Nothing happened so I walked to school."
"What about the lorry,the big ice cream truck?Where did it go?Did it went towards Crab Hill,because my father told me there was a big factory there."
"Umm..I don't think it went there.But the driver said he went to find old bikes.Yep,old bicycles."
"What for?!"
"Hmm..you know big trucks have tires in the middle,those are bicycles tire,that's why the tires dont touch the road,cause they will break if they do."
"Owh,I see.But Dori,why do they collect bicycles tires?Not trucks?"
"That's because when a bicycles punctured,and the people have to push the bicycles back home instead of riding them,the ice cream driver can help and give them the old spare bicycle tire.You see,trucks don't need spare tire.Have you seen a punctured truck?No?See."
"That is jolly good of that driver,"said Raymond,"he gave you ice cream and he help cyclist.I think my father once did tell when his bicycle had flat tire and OUCH!"

Raymond's story stopped immaturely,followed by Dori's exclamation as his ear was boxed too.
"I sent you to stand here,not to spun your bullocks,"barked Mr Hankins."Follow me,Theodore!You,go back into the class."

Unwillingly Dori followed Mr Hankins and through the corner of his eyes he saw Raymond went quickly into the classroom,relieved.

To be continued

Bléumond 1.3

2008-12-10T03:16:00.006+01:00

The third part of the 1st chapter

The third part of the 1st chapter.

Bléumond was calling after the handicraft man and was catching up to him, who was by that time taking a turn into a small path through the wood.
"Wait, pea...Wait seller. Sir! Wait, please," she called out, but his shade was already hard to see behind the bushes and the dense overhead canopy cast shadows as if veiling the man. Bléumond stood at the edge of the forest, hesitant of stepping into in. Although she had heard what the handicraft man said that it was all Joha's fabrication, she still could not forget the stories she heard. Image of monsters pouncing on her, made her wait for a few minutes on the path, pondering.
Finally she called one last time to the handicraftman, although she knew he would barely hear her, let alone respond.
"Why does he have to go in there?" she sighed to herself, before taking a deep breath.
Thus Bléumond ran on the path all the while shouting after the handicraft man.
A loud "Sir, wait up!" was heard repeatedly but soon diminished as well as her silhouette was no longer seen from the river.

****

In fact Bléumond ran for only a minute, a few hundred steps, but her imagination was playing trick on her that she felt it was a long run until she saw the back of the handicraft man. She was then so delighted, that she rushed to him.
"Sir! Sir!"
The man was startled and turned around. He was slightly puzzled, she could tell, but then spoke with irritation, "Didn’t I leave you at the bridge?"
"No, I followed you. Why didn't you stop when I called you? Where are we going?"
"Peasant," he said bluntly. He then turned and continued walking.
"Peasant?" she replied."I did not say peasant. I didn't...near the forest that is...and after the bridge. Where are we going?"
"You said pea, then you changed to sir."
"You did hear me! Why didn't you stop?"
After waiting awhile to no answer, Bleumond asked again,
" Where are we going...“ before adding "...sir?"

The man turned, amusement on his face.
"I see that you called me sir."
"Yes I did. Where are we going sir?" she repeated.
The man ignored her question but instead asked, “ Why are you following me?"
"Because...because I saw you did magic," she said "and I would like to learn...“
"Aha!" He clapped his hands, which startled Bléumond this time around."I knew you had some plan. I see that your courtesy was a manner you adopted. Quite interesting."
"Will you teach me then," she asked hopefully and had almost forgotten, before adding,“ sir"
"No," he said and walked away.

"Why not?" Bléumond asked.
"You have dropped sir."
"Why not sir?"
"Stop calling me sir. It is annoying. If you still want to continue with your pretense of demeanour, why don't you use something else. Master,or something to that extent. Instiur would be fine."
In truth, Bléumond doesn't know what pretense, demeanour or Instiur meant but the word master provoked her, " I am not your slave, to call you master!"
"I see. Don’t call me then."

Bléumond was silent for a while as the man began to continue walking.
"If I call you Instiur, would you teach me magic?"
"No."
"Argh!I despise you! You stupidd..peasant."
He turned around and said,“ I see that you are back to normal. Now. Go. Home."
"I don't know the way back."
A smile flickered across the man's face. He walked back towards the 10 years old child, closer to see her face. He finally squatted and peered into her eyes and asked,“ Are you scared, Maise Bleumond?"
"No I am not! I just don't know the way."
The man smiled again."It's just over there. Follow that path, keeping the sun to your left and you will reach the river. I am sure you can find your way after that. Owh, the sun has almost set. You must be quick and better go home now," he said condescendingly with a tad of amusement.

Bléumond hated the man at that moment but she realized that it was almost dark like he said. She looked at the road and looked back at the man, who was watching expectantly.
"Go on now."
Thus Bléumond decided to conquer her fear and maintained her pride, and walked home. Occasionally she would throw a few glances and see that the man was still sitting there, watching her go. She was starting to feel comfortable when she caught at the tail of her eyes that the man was gone, so she turned around quickly and ran back searching for the man. She searched frantically around but saw nothing. Instinctively she called out.
"Instur!"
She didn't know why she could hear the fear in her voice.."Instu.." she was cut short as someone pull at her leg, so she automatically kicked away.
"Stop it! Lie down,"
To Bléumond's relief, the handicraft man was hiding below the bush, motioning her to hide too. But then she realize she acted coward for running back and hated herself for that, but she hated the man more for making fun of her. As they were lying on the earth, Bléumond wanted to hit the man but almost stopped when she saw his face, concentrating instead of lines of smiles. However she had already threw her punch, which was fortunately caught in mid-air.
"I don't have time for this. Be silent, let me listen," he said earnestly, facing Bléumond.
Quietly she nodded a reply. He stills her hand but she let it be, afraid to break his concentration. So they were side by side, as if they were daughter and father on a walk while holding hand, except they were lying on the ground.
It was uncomfortable on the hard ground and after long minutes passed, Bléumond was wondering how to tell the man, when he suddenly turned to her.
"I need to ask you questions," he said with a sense of urgency, in which she just nodded dutifully.
"Sit up. Now, did anyone follow you from the river? No. Then do you have any guardians?"
She was about to ask but he cut her,“ I mean, is anyone following you around, like a maid?"
"Yes," she said,“ but I left her at the market."
"Is there anyone else?" he continued asking,“ A man? No. Did your father had guardians? How many were they in your house whole?"
The man continued to bombard questions and Bléumond tried to answer them all. She was however getting tired and her eyes were sleepy that the man had to shake her from sleeping. She managed to answer a few more questions, telling that her relatives were on their way to Kyushu, before the drowsiness crept back.
She almost fell asleep, vaguely hearing the man's voice but as her eyes were about to close for good, she felt a sudden prick and pain. Looking into her hand, she discovered her middle finger covered with blood and in the man's hand was a stained knife.
And he thrust it into her hand."I want you to listen carefully. I want you to watch in my eyes, and when my eyelids almost close, stab the knife below my fingernail. Any fingers, does not matter but below the fingernail. Do you understand?"
The knife dropped from her hand and she stared at her wounded finger incredulously.
"Do you understand me?" he repeated.
She finally spoke," What did you do?"
"You..We were poisoned. A sleeping powder. Used for catching cubs. Mother tiger killed," he answered between nods,“ Not much time. Someone will come. You must wake me. Below the nails. Remember. Only when eyelids almost closed, not..."
The sounds that came from him now were mumbles, that she shook him.
"Wake up..Wake up. Can’t I just let you sleep? I can wait for you. I will wait for you, I promise I will. Instur!"
He opened his eyes wearily for the last time, slowly put the knife back into her hands and said,“ You are the cub."
Thus Instur fell asleep.

Bléumond tried to drive the knife but the child was scared to her wits and the knife was lying motionless in her hand. A sound started her, she turned and saw the brambles move. A person appeared and stood near a tree, his face in the shadow. He just stood watching the poor child staring frightened.
"Will he die?" she asked.
"Will you come?"
"Will he die?"
"Do you want him to live? Then come."

Wearyingly she followed with a heavy heart, thinking that maybe, maybe sometimes the mother cubs are spared.

Bléumond 1.2

2008-11-03T01:07:00.004+01:00

The second part of the 1st chapter

The second part of the 1st chapter

The crowd was closing upon Bléumond, causing her to be a bit apprehensive, that she began to notice the crowd for once. Their faces seemed uncertain and anxious, and they were looking and jostling at each other, until one of them, the butcher stepped reluctantly forward to speak to Bléumond. He was just about to speak when she rushed through the crowd, for the handicraft man was leaving the market with the seller. The crowd just looked at her and frowned at the butcher.
"Why didn't you tell her.."
Bléumond heard whispers and looked back at the crowd.
"What did you say?" she asked. The crowd fell silent.

Thus she turned her attention back at the handicraft man and the seller, who was already a distance away.
"Wait! Wait!" she called. She paced faster after them but she couldn't catch up with them. The seller was walking with his eyes fixed at front, while the handicraft man was looking back from time to time. Bléumond was sure he noticed her, as he then whispered to the seller, as if urging him to walk faster. They were sure to lose her, if not for they had taken a turn near a building, and Bléumond saw the seller face. He was the man who supplied vegetables to her house, and she knew her.
"Fallar! Wait. Wait Fallar!" she called. To her surprised he stopped.
It surprised her even more when Fallar turned, as his face was white and his eyes were hazy. Slowly colour returned to his face, starting from the chin up to all over his face. It was as if blood was drained from him, and now it was given back. Recognition came to him, "Maise Bléumond?"
Maise is a term of respect towards the daughters of landlords.
"Yes, didn’t you hear I called for you to wait?" she asked.
"I..I don't know.."
"Doesn't matter," she said."Where are you going? Wait!"
Bléumond was addressing the handicraft man when she noticed Fallar was already running back to the town. Bléumond pursued the handicraft man and said, "Wait seller. You have offended me yesterday. You owe me...Wait!" she commanded but the man just continued walking on. They were crossing the bridge when Bléumond put a hand on his robe. She said,“ Stop peasant."
And to her surprise, the man stopped.
He turned towards Blèumond with such a fierce glare, that she was shocked and retreated a few steps back. The anger was however quickly concealed as fast as it appeared, replaced by solemnest and politeness.
"Yes Maise Bléumond, how can I help you?" he asked with such courteousness and deferential, one cannot determine whether it was genuine respect or utter contempt. The man deferential attitude and actions left Bléumond befuddled, that she even blushed.
"I..yesterday..at the market..I.." she stuttered finding words, which failed completely when she looked into the man eyes.
"Now Maise, why don't you go quickly home, as people might be worried about you. Run along now," he said sending her off. Obediently she went away and was about to cross the bridge when someone from across the river shouted her name.
She looked up and saw it was Fallar.
She turned around and saw the handicraft man.
Suddenly she felt very angry.
"How dare you trick me! How dare you peasant!" she screamed at the handicraft man, who coolly stood ignoring her. Meanwhile Fallar and two other men were shouting for Bléumond to get away from the man, as they themselves were fast approaching him.
Finally the handicraft man spoke,“ Be still Bléumond and watch."
"How dare you call me by that. Maise! Call me Maise Bléu.."
"Hush," he replied, quieting her. He then took out a glove and wore on his right hand, before picking up a stick from the ground. With the stick in his right hand, the man drew a line from the end of the bridge, ending a few distances away from the river. He stabbed the stick into the earth. The result was a snake-like trail with its 'tail' at the bridge and the stick as its 'head'.
Bléumond who was watching intently was about to question the man, when Fallar arrived. With him were the butcher and the town elder, Joha. Bléumond promptly bowed towards Joha, in which the handicraft man irked a smile.
"I assume this is a man of importance that even the Maise greeted with respect. However I wonder, why does a revered man doing so far out of town. To what do I owe this visit?"
"Maise Bléumond, come here. This man is evil, you must not go near him," said Fallar.
"Come here Maise, I will protect you," said Joha. Thus Bléumond walked towards them. As she approached, the butcher spoke quietly to him, "Maise,the people wonders if we may stop giving you present today, instead of a week. That is if you agree."

Before she could answer, the handicraft man spoke.
"You wished to protect her, revered old man? Like you protect the village and say there is a demon, so that only you could go and pick the plants in the woods?"
Joha's face turned red.
"And you,“ addressing Fallar, "you who bought, or rather stole my crafts."
"I did not steal your 'things’," Fallar replied.
"They are my crafts, handworks. Not 'things’. It was your wife, but all the same, you should pay or give it back."
"I will not pay for nothing," said Fallar.
"They are NOT nothing," said the man angrily."And I would have taken the money my own way, if it were not for this child," he said addressing Bléumond.
"What did I do?" she asked perfunctorily.
"You called his name, you broke my spell."
Hearing this, Joha the elder jumped the gun."There you hear it. The man is really playing the devil. Stay close Maise, I will protect you."
Those words angered the man greatly."Swindler, liar," he said. He then pulled the stick out. With the end of the stick touching the line, the man swung the stick to the right and left. Additionally, the line he drew on the ground swung in accordance. So did the three men who were stepping on the drawn line.
Bléumond watched with astonished eyes at the sight but she was knocked to the side as the swinging became faster and wider. The three men meanwhile were screaming for help, for their feet appeared to be tied to the trail on the ground.

"Can you even protect yourself, old man? Can you?" said the man before throwing the stick into the river.
"Swim you swine."

The men were released from the spell, as soon as the stick lifted from the earth. However the force of the swing causes them to be thrown into the river and it took a while for them to get to the bank. Bléumond who was very fascinated with the display of magic, followed after the handicraft man. Joah's forebode her but it fell on deaf ears. Or perhaps not, for she turned and said towards the butcher, „Continue to give the offerings. If I am not to collect, my servant will, or you can send them to the House."

Thus Bléumond walked away, catching up to the mysterious handicraft man.

Glavius

2008-08-19T20:08:00.012+02:00

Play/pause the song.It is a part of the story.

If You Want Me - Marketa Irglova

There was once a fisherman who fell in love with a young maiden,a belle named Glavius. She was so lovely that the young fisherman was willing to do anything for her.In her heart Glavius was glad of the fisherman's infatuation,for she also had feelings for him.Her words however portrayed the opposite.

"I have heard countless men uttering those meaningless words.How they love me and adore me."she said."What could be different of you?"
To this the fisherman didn't answer,instead he gave her a wreath of flowers,tied together into a shape of a crown with little buds as ornament."Here is a gift for you."
Glavius took the crown-like flowers congregation and was about to put them on her head,when an idea suddenly struck her.As if it was an accident,the wreath flew from her hands and went into the sea.
"Oh the wind is so strong.The flowers are already in the water.Oh well,there goes your gift."
"Don't worry Glavius,I'll get them for you."
"Be quick then," said Glavius haughtily,though she felt secretly happy upon the fisherman eagerness.

The fisherman ran towards the sea,but accidentally brushed against an old man who came out of the sea all of a sudden.The old man weakly fell back into the water,so the fisherman quickly helped him and apologized.
"I am so sorry dear old man.I did not see you,as you suddenly appear.Are you hurt?"
"Where are you hurrying to?" asked the old man instead.
"I want to bring back my love's wreath of flower.Are you hurt old man?For I am now in a hurry."
"Why hurry?"
"To bring back my love's wreath,I said," a trace of impatient in his voice.
"To bring wreath,or are you afraid of her wrath?"
"Old man.What are you trying to say?That I do this insincerely?If you are trying to insult me,I have no time for this" retorted the fisherman,before he turned and jumped into the water.He however did not heard the old man reply,"Such foolishness."Nor did he saw the old man sinking into the water,disappearing mysteriously.

A distance away,Glavius waited impatiently as her suitor halted by an old man.She was looking upon the horizon when she heard a scream.Turning her head,she saw the fisherman laying on the beach,screaming in agony,and on his legs were marked with jellyfish stings while his hands grasping the wreath to bits.

Medicines were sought after but the stings took its toll on the fisherman.It rendered him impaired by pain,unable to move,let alone to go continue fishing.Thus the neighbours took pity on him,giving him food.A beggar and a cripple he became.His spirit was lifted however every morning when Glavius would come visit him as early when the dew still hang and stay until the sun almost set.Feeling guilty,she took care of him and stripped herself of her pretentious nonchalant attitude towards the fisherman.
She returned the fisherman feeling and was almost all the time by his side,attending to the fisherman,so tentatively that she grew weak and fell ill.After having recovered from fever,her family forbade Glavius from visiting the fisherman,thus what is left of his life joy gone forever.
The fisherman lay in pain,in his body and heart.

"Would you like to be well again?" asked a voice one night.
The fisherman turned towards the voice and saw the old man he saw nine full moons before.
"You are the old man at the sea,"he recognized."But how could you help me?Countless healers had tried.All were futile,and I will slowly die of this.Please leave me alone."
"All I ask is of you to forget the foolishness you called love,and to follow me as your master.Would you like to be well again,I ask you," asked the old man again.
"Hah.Try all you like," sneered the fisherman.

To his astonishment,the old man put his hand on the stings marking,before the pain slowly receded and finally vanished.He was about to thank the old man when he comprehended that the jellyfish was the old man.
"You tricked me!You evil creature!You were the damned jellyfish that stung me," exclaimed the fisherman.
"You promised to follow me as your master," said the old man calmly.
"Silence!" shouted the fisherman as he stormed out of his house,running towards Glavius'.
The old man was left alone,silently watching the fisherman ran.
"You promised," said the old man to himself.A spell and a reminder to the fisherman.

Almost reaching Glavius' house,the pain in the fisherman's leg came back little by little but growing ominously terrible the closer he came to his heart's desire.Mustering all his strength he stood outside the house,he shouted,"Glavius!"
His voice was heard clearly,causing the whole household to come out and see.However see they could not,for the fisherman was almost transparent as water,truly invisible in the night.Glavius' family search for the source of voice but couldn't find it.Thinking that some brat was playing a trick,Glavius' family members lost interest and went back inside one by one,leaving Glavius staring at the empty space.
"Glavius.." said the fisherman,his voice now barely a whisper.
"It is you!Where are you?" said Glavius.
The fisherman was about to answer when the old man suddenly appeared,"Leave her,keep your promise,your pain gone and she will be safe."

"Where are you?!" Glavius asked urgently.
"Answer me please," she continued.
Silence.
"Please."
There was still no answer,even when Glavius repeatedly called the fisherman's name.
Slowly she doubted herself.
"Are you really here?"

Note:Play/replay the song again at this point.Story~song.
p.s. The song is as you can see is sung by a talented Tsechische(czech) artist.

Bléumond 1.1

2008-08-09T00:13:00.002+02:00

The first part of the 1st chapter

Near the city of Chandelion lived a landlord with his wife peacefully ruling a small town in the middle of Khoysu. After four years of marriage the landlord finally had a child, a daughter named Bléumond. A beautiful daughter she grew up to be under their love and guidance, that is until she reached the age of 10 years old. It was a stormy night and thunder clapped through the darkness as lightning tore through the sky. Bléumond was afraid of the sound, so she called for her mother but she received no reply. Thinking that her mother didn't hear her due to all the sounds, Bléumond went cowering back to sleep, crying believing that her mother didn't loved anymore. How wrong she was, as she woke up the next morning by the scream of the house servants. Bléumond ran to see what the racket was all about, only to be prevented from entering her mother's bedroom and his father's study room. It was soon however clear that her parents were killed the nights before by robbers and only by luck that they missed her room.

Thus Bléumond was orphaned at that day. The funeral was silently done and Bléumond continued to live alone under the care of the servants as her distant relatives were far away and were still on their way to pick her. On the first day, Bléumond sat alone and was in grief but she never cried, a thing she could not explain. So she sat all day long alone, except that is when she went to the market in the morning, for it was a custom for the peasants there that when a parent dies, the people at the market would give food to their children. Every morning for a week normally, the newly-orphaned would circle the market collecting offerings. Although Bléumond didn't exactly need the consoling gifts, it was a tradition she had to upkeep as the daughter of landlord, or so she was taught to think.

With a black scarf on her head, Bleumond dragged herself through the market, carrying a basket in her hand, while following behind her back was a donkey-cart. Fruits and vegetables, potatoes and many more were put into the cart by the town-people, while Bléumond collected flowers ahead of it. So she walked through the marketplace until she arrived to a little stall selling not the usuals but instead handicrafts put together from leaves and stones. hats more the seller was a man, a peculiarity in the market. Thus Bléumond stopped and peered at the seller while waiting for his offerings, in which she had to wait a little while, until that is she was impatient and could not wait anymore, she coughed.
The man turned around and faced Bléumond.
"Hello there. I’m sorry I was busy making a new piece," said the man pointing to a stone arranged to resemble a grazing goat."And what can I help you?"
"I'm the daughter of the landlord."Bléumond paused.
"Yes, I knew that. With your scarf and all. I’m sorry for your lost. My greatest condolence. However I was asking if you were interested in any of the pieces and would like to buy them."
"My parents had just died,“ she said and waited.
"Yes, I knew. My condolence. Now, would you like to buy anything?"
"But..I. You haven't given me anything."
"Must I? I’m afraid I won't give anything."Clearly his cordial voice was no impatient for a second, before he kept it back in check, „Would you like to buy anything, may I ask?"
Bléumond was lost of words and was about to move on when she spoke in such a calm manner, „It is the custom here when a parent dies, the seller in the market to help ease the burden."

Expecting to receive gifts from the man, Bléumond was disappointed as she turned and discovered the man preening at his handicraft obliviously. Then he said, „It is the custom here when a peasant dies. My condolence for you, but even as a stranger to this town, I know the custom and I will not give you any gifts."He added, "Now if you would move as the lovely madams behind you would like to buy my piece."

Bléumond was stunned thus continued walking as prompted, bringing with her the curious women observing the scene. After a full round through the market, Bléumond headed home. As if under a spell, only when she put her foot on the doorstep did Bléumond felt angry towards the man at the market. She felt a sudden surge of contempt that she began to utter comments and retorts she wanted to say before to the man, all in a single breath. She spoke so fast that the servants thought the young child had lost her mind to grief and began to console her. Bléumond finally settled outside on the lawn, scorning the man in her thoughts. All day long she was with her thoughts and thus she passed the night without thinking of her dead parents that day.

Prepared to confront the man, Bléumond went to the market the next day eagerly but to her disappointment the man was not to be seen. She went around the marketplace but only in vain. All the while however she noticed some of the other sellers also began to not give any gifts and some of them were whispering behind her back. Bléumond was intrigued and was about to command them to speak up when she noticed the handicraft man, arguing with another seller. Quickly Bléumond walked towards them but suddenly a crowd of people blocked her way.
"Excuse me peasants, let me through."
The crowd began to close upon her slowly as she muttered those words.

The Missing Emon . . .

2008-07-17T16:27:00.006+02:00

A story dedicated to Tahir,depicted in the story as tapir. ^^
If it doesn't make sense,don't feel left out.Nonsensical as it is.
Emon is by the way a character from Stray ii.

Emon the bear is missing!
Such a mystery.
Thus an investigator was hired to search for Emon's whereabout.
"I, detective Dodo,which can even find an extinct animal wouldn't have any trouble finding this Emon you fail to spot," said the cocksure Dodo.
"I assure you it is easy to spot her,but the problem is she have been missing!"
"Yes,she went missing for quite a time now.The house was empty and we couldn't simply find Emon anyway," said a second voice.

The Dodo detective and entourage therefore went to Emon's house to search for clue.What met them as they opened the door was a wreck as papers littered all over the floor and things were scattered about.Crumbs trail of the table,where a few pieces of bun and pastries left untouched.The 1st voice meanwhile picked one of the paper and exclaimed.
"Look at this!"
"What?"asked the second voice,"Let me see it.Oh,it's a receipt."
"Yes it is.10th of July!Now i remember.I know the answer to this mystery.It is clear to me now."
"What is it sis?" asked the 2nd voice.
"You'll find it soon enough.Dodo,stop eating that bun!Quick,follow me."

The trio then went out of the house,walked pass the Singing Cliff where the mermaids usually sing.
"No wonder the mermaids are quiet lately.It has to do with this mystery."
The others were perplexed but instead of explaining,the 1st voice quicken its pace.
Over the hills they hiked,through the bushes they walked.Quietly until the 1st voice spoke again,
"It's not far now."

True enough the bushes gave away and in front of them stood a building.
J-j-j-jusco!
As if on cue,Emon suddenly stepped out of it with hands laden with purchases.The sisters quickly ran to Emon,hugging the perplexed bear.They broke into chatters,watched by the Detective Dodo who grew bored and later went to buy a Happy Meal.

"Why are you guys acting like this?" asked Emon."It's not like I went missing or something."
The 1st voice and 2nd voice looked at each other and smiled.
"Oh,it's nothing," said the voices.

Faraway in the background,a tapir could be heard selling his merchandises. "Key-chain,key-chain.Buy 1 get 1..."

The end

fly Ryan

2008-06-30T23:11:00.013+02:00

Seriously,don't read this if you have something else to do.
Forewarned is forearmed.

A fly suddenly plunged into the pile of garbage,dispersing its flies friends away from the garbage can.The group of flies slowly returned to the pile,gathering around the fly that had just recently crashed by.Removing its head from the pile,Mas the fly burst into a shout.

Mas :Everyone,Ryan is caught by a monster!
Fly 1 : Oh no!What must we do?!
Fly 2 :We must do what we always do.We let the death fly by.
Fly 3 :But he might be still not dead.We must go and save him!Let's go.
Fly 4+n! :Let's go!

So the flies spoke in unison,agreed to save the fly caught by the monster.

Mas :Wait!We must have a plan.This is not simply a human,but it's his monster.A VACUUM MACHINE!
Fly 4+n! :A VACUUM MACHINE?!
Mas :Yes.Even at our speed of 8 km/h,we wouldn't be able to beat this monster.It can suck all the air around it,and with the sound it creates,it will send fear to your spine.Or rather thorax.The mere sight of it would make my my basiscota weak and my wings beat haplessly,turning into fragile papers.I swear if you..
Fly 5 :Excuse me Mas but..
Mas :What?!Don't interrupt me when I'm storytelling.
Fly 5 :I'm sorry but I think we need to save Ryan.I already have a plan.
Mas :Fine.Let us hear the plan.
Fly 5 :Here is the design of the monster.It consist of three different parts.The first part is known as the engine.It is basically the part that supplies energy to this monster.The second part is the container,also known as..

So the flies listened.Or so it seems.

Mas :You there!Don't sleep.I saw you close one of your eyes.
Fly 10 :I was not!
Mas :Yes you were!
Fly 10 : Damn wrong I was not.Besides,I still have a lot of eyes left.
Mas : See.You just said you did it.
Fly 10 : No I didn't.Shut up maggot!
Mas : Look who's talking.I'm older than you,maggot.
Fly 10 : Older?1 second that is.
Fly 5 : Flies,please don't brew storm in a teacup.
Fly 1 : Did someone said something about food?
Fly 4+n! : Food!
Fly 2 : There's enough food here.Let us eat.
Fly 4+n! : Let's!

So the flies continued to eat in the garbage can as Ryan was stuck in the vacuum cleaner,trying to figure why it was so dark and dusty.

Fly 1 :Listen people.I can hear something.But I can't remember what it could be.
Fly 5 : I have a plan of it here,describing about the thing that make the noise but I can't remember what it is.
Fly 3 : Hmm.I think we must save something from this sound.
Mas : I think I've seen it before,but I can't remember it too.Look!My wings looks like an origami paper.Wow,cool!What can this sound be?

Fly 2 : Oh that.That is the VACUUM MACHINE you've all been talking about.
Fly 1 : VACUUM MACHINE?
Fly 5 : VACUUM MACHINE?!
Fly 3 : VACUUM MACHINE?!
Mas : VACUUM MACHINE?!
Fly 4+n!: VACUUM MACHINE.Yea!Let's!

And they were all sucked into the monster.
Ryan :Hi guys.What's up?

The end.

Snow White

2008-06-24T21:04:00.003+02:00

As requested by Ibtisam.There are two version of these,but in the end it was decided that this one was to be published.

"Once upon a time a Queen gave birth to a baby girl in the middle of winter,a very fair child with skins as white as snow and lips red as blood.
The king was suffering from frostbite when the baby was born,thus decided to name his first newborn Snowbite.The Queen however didn't agree with the name and only called her daughter by the name Snow.That is until Snowbite was three years old when the Queen suddenly fell ill to an unknown disease.Lying on her deathbed,the Queen requested the King's favor.

"For my dying wish,I would like our daughter name to be changed to Snow White.Will you do that,love?"
"..." mumbled the king.
"Pardon?!I could not hear you."
"I will try."
"Thank you.That is better.Now I can rest in peace."

A man of superstition,the king abidingly changed her daughter's name and by Snow White was she known hence after.Growing up without a mother,Snow was lavished with attention and devoted love by the King, and she consequently grew up to be a spoiled little princess.One that whims have to be satisfied at no condition,only second to the King.Her pampered life however took a change one usual evening.

The King held a ball to celebrate Snow's 14th's birthday and invited all the nobles and aristocrats to the function.On this fateful occasion,the King happened to see a very beautiful young lady,a daughter to a lord,so stunning that the King instantly went gaga over her.A few days not long after the new Queen was announced to the people,thus Snow finally had a step-mother.With a beauty at his side,the King's attention to her daughter began to wane,little by little.What's more,the new Queen had such nice manners that the servants cannot help but to compare Snow White to her step-mother.Although Snow's command were followed to the dot,it was then done with such repugnant faces clearly implying their new adorement to the Queen and their dislike of the Princess antics.

Snow White was a pariahdom in her own kingdom.

Thus Snow White had less and less people to play with,that one day she went to the Queen's room out of boredom.Her stepmother however was not in the room,only her old dog was to be seen.It was rumored that the dog was her Majesty's pet since the Queen was a little girl,one that man could not doubt by a taking a glimpse on the dog.The elderly dog was the Queen's closest companion,so it was a natural reaction when the Queen was enraged when she came to her room and saw Snow White riding the dog like a horse,with its stomach on the floor and its front leg pulling its body helplessly.All the while Snow White shouted for the poor dog to move faster and faster," Giddy up!",when suddenly she felt a hot pang on her left cheek.
(Haha.The brat got slap!Oh wait,I'll change the tone back.)

Snow White was stunned being slapped that she rushed out of the room,down the stone steps and out of the castle where she cried.However it was not long before she reasoned the Queen was at fault,followed by Snow White scheming to get back on the Queen.
"It's not my fault.That dog really look like a horse.In fact,i think it's probably a horse,or maybe.Wait till I get to you,"she muttered to herself when she suddenly saw a cow.
"A cow!Wow!Wow a cow!"
Again she rode the cow like the dog but this time it ran very fast.She was having fun when suddenly she turn around and saw farmers running towards her that Snow White shouted,
"Faster,faster!You don' t want to be a sausage do you cow?"
But the cow instead slowed down and stopped.It fell and threw Snow White of its back,before lying on the ground motionless.

The farmers were simply furious so Snow White ran for her life.Shortly she arrived at an apple orchard,where she quickly hide up in an apple tree.The apples were ripe so Snow White plucked one and it was simply delicious(stolen food,simply so),that she finally ate a whole lot of them.Even long after the farmers were gone she didn't stop,not until her stomach ached so bad that she couldn't climbed down from the tree.In the end she fainted and fell safely(damn it!) from the tree.

Meanwhile the kind-hearted Queen was worried sick that she finally used her magic mirror.
"Mirror,mirror on the wall;
Where's the little naughty gal," said the Queen.(Fine!I changed it a bit).
As a conclusion the Queen found Snow White by my help and took her back to the palace.Afterwards Snow White seem more well-behaved and reserved.One would say she learned her lesson,that she was then a grown princess with perfect demeanor and fine character.
But NO!
When her father and step-mother went to live peacefully in the mountain,there she went making up a cock and bull story of her and the seven dwarfs.Every bit of it is a lie,even the little men.
Everything except one thing that is.
And how would I know all this?
Well I'm that one thing that is real from the 'original' Snow White story you have been corrupted with.

So who am I?
No.No prize for correct guesses."

Pra-siar

2008-06-02T02:32:00.009+02:00

It's in BM!Forgive me for all the stupid 'tatabahasa' mistake.And it isn't exactly a 'kerawang' either.
By the by,this is a parallel-story-to/ending-to a not yet written story.It wouldn't make any sense,but I'm afraid it would take too long until i write the whole story,so i wrote this part that I was afraid I was going to forget.

Tiga orang budak bertenggek di tepi kali,tapi seorang saja yang mengail.Naim yang paling kecil memegang kail,kail yang hampir sama tinggi dengannya,kemudian dia lontar umpan ke dalam air.

"Bosan la Naim," kata Amir.
"Agak a Naim.Aku dah lapar ni,"
"Ahh.Kau tak habis-habis makan Mat.Aku bosan bukan sebab tunggu ikan,tapi bosan asyik-asyik Naim yang lontar kail."
"Memang la.Dah aku punya kail," jawab Naim."Itu la,aku dah ckp jangan ikut.Aku dah agak nanti mesti kau bising."
"Aku tak kisah tunggu ikan,tapi bagi aku cuba lontar umpan pulak."

Naim menarik tali kailnya untuk meletak umpan baru,tanpa diendahnya ngomelan Amir.
"Weh.Buat tak dengar pulak.Kau jangan la berlagak sangat,kail rotan ja pon," Amir menambah.
"Kalau rotan saja pon,kenapa kau tak buat sendiri!?" Naim meninggi suara."Kau yang berlagak!"
"Ahh.Aku tak tahan dengan kau ni."Amir yang berbadan lebih besar mengambil kail Naim darinya,lalu di lontarnya mata kail ke air.Mat yang sebelum itu berbaring di atas tanah bangun dan melihat umpan itu pergi dan jatuh.Tepat di dalam rumpun pokok di tengah kali.

"Bodoh!Tengok apa kau dah buat!Mata kail tu dah sangkut.Baik kau pergi turun ambik."
Amir memalingkan badannya,melangkah meninggalkan dua orang budak itu.
"Bukan salah aku."

"Bodoh!" jerit Naim.
"Bukan salah aku" ulang Amir dari jauh.

Setelah di sumpahnya Amir,Naim cuba turun ke dalam kali.
"Mat,tolong aku kejap."
"Tak boleh la Naim.Mak aku suruh pergi kedai tadi," kata Mat sambil mengesat debu dari baju.
Naim mengeluh dan turun,diperhatikan Mat yang berdiri tetap di tepi tebing.Naim meredah perlahan-lahan,lumpur di dasar terkocak mengeruhkan air.Langsung tidak nampak kakinya,mahupun makhluk-makhluk di dalam air.Sedang Naim terpikirkan cerita tahyul dan tipu,terdengar dia suara dari tebing,lantas dia berpaling.
Mat masih berdiri dan menoleh serentak ke belakangnya.

Seorang lelaki kusut masai berdiri tegak.Badannya tegap tapi tidak terjaga,mukanya hitam dek berkeliaran di tengah hari tanpa keruan.Dia pun berkata,
"Tiada dapat ku kudap,namun apa kau mamah?
Biar di saring bagaimana,mana mungkin kita seiring langkah.
Patah buluh darahnya,baru disambung tali saudara"

"Okay la Naim.Aku balik dulu," cepat Mat melangkah menjauhi lelaki tersebut.Ikutkan hati,mahu saja Naim naik ikut tebing di hadapannya,tapi barangnya tertinggal di atas tebing di belakangnya,bersebelahan lelaki itu.Naim meredah balik,memanjat naik dan lelaki yang tadinya galak bersajak senyap sahaja.Melihatkan Naim susah untuk naik,lelaki tersebut menyuakan tangannya.Naim sambut pantas tapi cepat dia melepaskan tangannya dengan terkejut,hampir-hampir dia jatuh ke dalam kali.

"Mana jari kau?"terpacul soalan tersbut sebelum sempat Naim berfikir.
Lelaki itu merenung jari sendiri,kemudian perlahan-lahan riak muka dia berubah serius dan matanya kembali fokus.
"Aku hilang jari ni setahun dulu,tapi hari ini aku hilang lebih dari itu," jawab lelaki tersebut.Dilapnya muka sendiri,lelaki tersebut segera berjalan ke arah kampung."Aku pergi dulu."

"Kesian.."cakap Naim sendirian."Dah la gila,tak ada jari plak tu."

Naim tiba di rumah dan melihat emaknya tergesa-gesa bersiap.Ayahnya sudah lama siap dan pergi ke masjid.Namun selalu emaknya akan tinggal di rumah.Hanya kalau ada keramaian akan dia tinggalkan rumah,itupun di rangkainya Naim untuk ikut bersama.Lain pula hari ini.
"Naim.Nasi ada bawah tudung," emak Naim bercakap sambil bersiap.
"Tapi mak nak pergi mana?"
"Baca Yasin.Jangan lupa kunci rumah," pesan emaknya sambil menutup pintu.
"Baca sebab apa?" soal Naim,tapi soalannya itu tak terjawab,tidak sehingga dia teringatkan kata-kata lelaki gila tadi.

Cakecrumbs

2008-05-26T22:23:00.007+02:00

An alternate continuation of the story(i can't remember the title) where the hen found wheat grains and decided to make into a bread(cake in this story).The hen asked for help but the animals(cat,dog,pig,mice) refused,only wanted to 'help' the hen eat the bread in the end.The hen was then supposed to decline the 'help'.

So Hen said to them,
"All of you said that you were busy when i asked for your help but now you want a piece of my cake.Naturally i would not share it.Fortunately however the cake isn't fully completed, thus you all still have a chance to redeem yourselves.Find me the Frozen Strawberry for the topping,and half the cake is yours."

Thus they went on a journey to search for the Frozen Strawberry,a type of berry that only grew in the coldness of the mountain,thus earning its name.
Under the sun walked the 4 creatures with Dog in lead,Cat in tow followed by Pig and Mice at the end of the trail.However Mice was soon tired and could walked no more.
Cat offered a lift in his mouth,which met no approval.It was then decided Mice would sit in Dog's ear.Their journey then continued until they finally arrived at the top of the mountain.
"Look there,it's the berry," pointed Dog,followed closely by Cat and Pig.They were about to take the Frozen strawberry and went back when suddenly out of the ground came a net and swoop all of them up in a pile.
They were surprised to be caught hanging by a net when a man came out of the bush.
"Well,well.I've always heard these berries attract many kinds of animal but I never thought I would catch a dog,let alone with a cat and a pig," said the hunter.

The hunter then brought home the animals along with the Frozen Strawberry,which his wife was to cook the former and made jam out of the latter.While the hunter's wife was heating water in a pot for the jam, Pig was pacing to and fro in the cage they were kept.
"Cat,what should we?What should we do?I don't want to be a sausage.Oh Cat,we must get out of here,we simply must.I think I will slam this cage's door open.Wait,what am I saying?Pigs don't think!I'm slamming the door right now."
Cat tried to stop him when Mice woke up and jumped out of Dog's ear just in time to stop Pig.
"Wait!" said Mice,"I will go and get the keys."
So Mice skimped and searched for the key to the cage,running on the sills when the hunter's wife saw him.
"A mouse!In my house?"
she said before quickly swinging her knife at Mice.Mice avoided just in time,only to accidentally fall into the pot of water.

"Oh no.Cat!We must help Mice.We simply must!I'm breaking this door now," said Pig.Without waiting a reply,he ran.Bam! Pig slammed at the door but it didn't budged.He tried and tried but nothing happened.The hunter came as he heard the noise,so did her wife who was searching for the mouse.
"See what you did Pig,"said Cat, "Now just stay put and take a deep breath.And take your tongue in Dog."

The hunter and his wife approached the cage slowly and saw Dog closing his mouth while Pig was standing still, taking a deep breath.Pig however took a very deep one,too deep that he was soon expanding and pushing Cat and Dog to the side,filling the whole cage which slowly began to lift from the floor.They were soon floating watched by the hunter and his wife who was rather quite stunned,seeing the animals passing by their face,with Cat letting his tail down for the Mice to grab.They continued to float,pass the table where the Frozen Strawberry laid,through the window and out of the house.The wind was kind and they were blown to the farm where Pig finally let go of his breath.The cage fell and broke,spitting the animals as Hen came to them with her chicks behind.
"So I see you have redeemed yourselves.No,I don't want to hear your story Pig," said Hen."Your part of cake is in the barn.Now if you would excuse me,I have to brood."

So the 4 creatures gave the Frozen Strawberry and took their part of cake,eating happily together.And they lived contently and sated for a day after,except for Pig that is.

"Cat,do you think we can asked for a bit more from Hen?Only a bit,not much.Just enough for a bite or two."
"Shut up Pig."
"Alright then."

Stray II

2008-05-18T02:20:00.006+02:00

Dedicated to Afiq and Muaz.You can also read the other version of the story,Stray.
Anyhow,you can stop reading when you reach the happy ending.
Disclaimer:The story is fictional and has no reference to real life,especially the name of the 3 Bears.

There was once a boy who had a cat, one that was very playful and funny that it always make the boy happy.

One day, the boy went for a hike in the mountains with his cat in tow.As he passed a giant mulberry tree,the boy tripped over the tree roots and almost fell over the mountain.Upon seeing its master clinging for his life,the cat jumped and pushed his master away from the edge.The cat however, fell into the ravine.
The boy was very sad and burst into tears.Suddenly a man appeared beside the boy and asked,
"Why are you crying boy?"
"I've lost my cat,"said the boy before bursting into another loud wail.
"Now,now,don't be sad.You're cat is still alive,"
"Really?" The boy abruptly stopped crying.
"Actually he is now in the Land of the Bears and I'm afraid he won't be safe there for long.
"But,but it fell into the ravine.How could he,it,be in the Land of the Bears?"
"Your cat fell and landed in the Dark Forest and later was taken by one of the Bears.Now, it is no use of you asking me questions because I am afraid that your cat could be in danger in the hands of the Bears.Now,if you would go now,you could still save him.

The boy's sadness was replaced with bewilderment and incomprehension,trying to understand what the man was saying,while at the same time the man was slowly guiding the boy the edge of the cliff.
"Now,jump."
"Pardon me sir?!"
"If you want to save your cat,you must jump."
"But..but what happens when I fall?What should I..."
The boy left the sentence in mid-air,as he turned around and saw that the man had vanished.

The boy turned back and jumped.

*********

He opened his eyes to find his whole body covered with white,sticky jelly.A pool of them actually and he was right in the middle.Slowly the boy waded the pool and climbed out of it when suddenly he heard a voice.
"Is anyone there?" said the voice.
The boy looked around and saw no one,no one that is except a snail.
"Is anyone there?I'm certain I heard someone.Oh how I wish I could simply see,"said the voice.
It was undoubtedly from the snail,so the boy introduced himself to the snail,in which the snail requested the boy's help.
"I'm afraid I'm in quite a hurry right now.I have to go find and save my cat," declined the boy.
"A cat eh?I heard one a few hours ago,and I could tell you the way to the Land of the Bear,if you would lead me to the nearest mulberry tree," bargained the snail.

The boy considered so he looked around and saw a mulberry tree just a few feet away,thus he agreed to help the snail.Not wasting any time,the boy picked up the snail and was about to take a step forward when a loud screeching scream came from the snail.The boy was so shocked that he let go of the snail immediately,letting it fall to the ground.

Only after a few seconds did the screaming subsided,and the snail spoke,
"Do not ever pull me off the ground again!I said you were to lead me,not to pick me up!Now,slowly walk to the tree and I will follow the sounds of your footsteps."
The boy then followed the snail's bidding but apparently the snail was so slow that even if the boy was to move on his stomach,he would still lead the snail by a mile.In the end it was already dark when the snail finally arrived at the mulberry tree,led by the boy who was waiting patiently.
"Now that I have helped you,will you tell me the way to the Land of the Bears."
The snail yawned and said,"Yes, yes.It is quite easy actually,or so I heard.You just follow the setting sun."
"But the sun has already set!" said the boy the snail.
However the snail was already asleep and only its snores were its reply.The boy was frustrated that he wanted to squashed the snail but stopped.He thus sighed and sat down leaning on the tree forlornly.
"Now i will never find my way to the Land of Bears in time."

Illustration of the snail done by Kiambang.

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Suddenly a bug dropped on the boy's shoulder.It was a beetle with a lighted end,just like a firefly,which flashed repeatedly as it flew in front of the boy.
" I know the way to the Land of the Bears," said the bug with a happy voice.
"Really?Can you please tell me then?" asked the boy eagerly.
"Absolutely.Just follow me.By the way my name is Cheerio.I was just sleeping on the tree when i heard your voice,so I came down to see you.In fact it was not the first time.I still remember the first time,and that was when I was still a small beetle,barely changed my skin,still wet behind my pincers,that one day...."
Thus the boy walked through the Dark Forest in the night guided by Cheerio's light and chatters,taking strides after strides,forcing his exhausted body to go on.
"....so suddenly a bird came swooping down.Oh!We're almost there.Just watch out the slippery bank."
The boy was about to ask when suddenly he slipped and slided down the bank,into a flowing river,bobbing up and down,barely able to fight the current.
"They never listen," said Cheerio."Oh well,goodbye then!"

********

The boy was unconscious when Eman the Bear took the boy out of the river.Eman quickly brought the boy home and showed it to his son.
"Look Edin,I found you a doll.You can play it with your cat."
The boy was however still wet so Eman asked his wife Emon to dry it by the fireplace,but Emon being a clumsy bear,accidentally let the boy's shirt caught fire.The boy was then shot wide awake that he screamed out aloud,startling the 3 bears.
"He's alive!"said Emon.
"He's alive?"said Eman.
"What's alive?"asked Edin.
"My master!He's alive!" said the cat as it ran to its master.
The boy finally managed to put out his burning shirt,as he hugged his cat.Edin tried to take the cat back and pulled its by the tail.The poor cat screamed in agony as it was tugged in two directions when suddenly pop! The cat's tail snapped.

The boy quickly took the chance and ran away with his cat.The 3 Bears however was also quick in pursuit riding on their horses.Eeeeee sounded the horses as the Bears cornered the boy at the river.Running out of choices,the boy jumped into the river.However luck was on their side as that moment a tortoise came by and the boy and his cat landed directly on its back,all safe and dry.The Bears just watched from afar angrily,before returning back to their home.
The tortoise took them back to the boy's village,where they lived happily ever after,except sometimes when the cat felt sad having a short tail.

End of happy ending.
********

"Hey father,look here."
A body of a boy was lying on the rocks with its face downwards,or what's left of it, with blood splattered ,as if the boy had fallen from the sky face-flat.
"There's another one there.Only a cat though."
"The boy must have been pushed or something.I wonder what devilry is this."

The end

Rumpelstiltskin

2008-05-11T20:56:00.010+02:00

A parody of the Rumpelstiltskin,as requested by Izzati(mon~mon).
Voice:One who wins writes history.

"Dear mister,can you spare me a coin?" the boy asked hopefully.
The man just took a glimpse at the boy before he went back on his way.The boy meanwhile continued begging,asking passersby a dime or so,intending to collect enough coins to buy him something to eat.Perhaps a loaf of bread,perhaps a ring of donuts. He had been on the street since past dawn,but all he could get by noon was 3 pieces of gold coins.It was not enough but he was too hungry.So he ran to the bakery,waited until the baker's wife was on the counter,before running in to buy a loaf of bread.Like any other day,the baker's wife would sell to the boy at a very cheap price.In fact she would have feed the boy gratis,if not for the boy reluctance,afraid to be accused of stealing.So the boy walked away with a loaf of bread everyday,donuts on exceptions.

However that day was different,as the baker was back to the shop early.He spotted the boy walking with a loaf of bread, quickly grabbed the boy by the collar,before shaking the boy roughly that the boy dropped the bread he was about to eat.
"Thief!How dare you put your dirty hands on my breads.Why i would like to feed you to the hounds,if not only for my good heart."
"But I bought them sir.Honest!"
"Oh now you are lying eh?How can you pay?With your lice?"
"No,honestly sir.I bought it.You can ask the the missus."
The baker called for his wife,who came out ascared.By that time a crowd has gathered to watch the boy interrogated.
"It's true.He paid for the bread," she said.
The baker stood dumbfounded,slowly letting the boy go.The crowd began to lose interest and disperse when the baker suddenly said,
"Bring me the money."
His wife showed him the money,before he shouted,
"Aha.You wicked urchin.You tricked my wife.This is not enough to buy a bread."The baker picked up the fallen bread,cut it into halves and gave it to the boy."I pity you,so you can half a half of it.Now go."The boy scurried quickly from the distrustful eyes of the crowd,people continued their work and the baker went back into the bakery before throwing the other half of bread away.

The boy was finally about to eat the bread when someone punched him in the face.A group of children stood in front of him and their leader spoke,
"You stupid.Now everyone hates orphans.All because of you.It would have been better if you stole the bread,instead of making an attraction of yourself."The leader walked to him and took the bread from the boy.
"You want to eat it?"
The boy nodded.
"Then you must do us a favor.Nego here said he saw someone near the bridge.Go asked if he is him."
"You don't mean it's the monster,is it?!No,no,please!I don't want to be eaten."
"Shut up!Do you want the bread or not?"

********

The boy peered over the bridge but he saw no one.He was about to disclose it to the other children when suddenly they shoved him over the bridge.A bush broke his fall , but the boy was paralyzed by fear when a figure started to move from under the bridge,approaching the boy. The group of children watching from above the bridge scampered away as they saw movement below.The boy was left alone,trembling with fear but the figure move as sudden as he appeared back into the shadows of the bridge.The boy was relieved and was about to ran away when his curiosity took the best of him.Slowly he approached the figure,until he saw that it was actually a man,a short man that is.Not more than four feet high.

"Are you..are you Rumpelstiltskin,mister?"the boy suddenly asked.
"So now all the people knows me by this name,is it?"
"Then you are Rumpelstiltskin,aren't you?"
"Sit down and silence your stomach with this sandwich."
The boy suddenly remembered he hadn't eaten all day,so he sat down under the bridge,munching on a sandwich while Rumpelstiltskin told a story.A story about himself.

It all began when a young king came along a road when he heard a cry and saw a baby in a basket lying on the side of the road.The king took the baby home and saved it from frozen to death.Although the baby was deformed,the king raised him well without any trace of disdain.The baby grew up and was named Rupert and only known as Rupert to the king.It was however an open secret that the servants called the boy Rumpelstiltskin behind his presence,as they were afraid that the king would punish them if his Highness was to overhear.Thus everyone would call him Rupert,even the king's newborn son, the prince.

The prince grew up under Rupert's tutelage and later when the king was on his deathbed,his highness asked that Rupert would advise the prince on his way to become a just and loving ruler.The sad Rupert held his promise and the new king reign wisely until one day the new king went for a ride.Then he came upon a road,the same road his father went down years before, and his highness met with a miller.The miller claimed that his daughter could spin gold out of hay,a highly unbelievable story.The new king was interested thus the miller's daughter was shut in a room full of hay and was asked to spun it into gold.Upon the miller's daughter saying that she did not knew how to spin gold,the new king replied,
"You must,or your father will pay."
Upon hearing this she expected the worst would fall upon her father that she began to cry in despair.Rupert who was observing from afar felt sorry for the girl that he begged the new king to let her go,but in vain.Rupert then decided to help the girl by throwing the hay away and replacing them with gold that he obtained from the Royal treasury.The girl was surprised as she woke up and saw the room was full of gold.Moreover the king was perplexed that he moved the miller's daughter into another room full of hay.Again Rupert pleaded for the girl release but also didn't succeed.Thus Rupert helped the girl once more by filling the room with golds.
The next day the king was still surprised,so the miller's daughter was moved to yet another room full of hay.This time however she said,
"If I were to spin all this hay into gold,would it be the last for me?Furthermore i beg Your Highness to grant me a wish."
"If you were to finish it,and that is only if,then I will release you and I will grant you any wish you desire," the king replied.

Alas the miller's daughter had conceived a plan and she knew that Rupert would help her as it would be his pleasure to finally see the girl released.As expected,the next day the room was full of gold and the girl was free to go.She however didn't went back home,not before asking the king to fulfill her wish.
She wished to be queen.
Rupert was all against it but the king agreed thus a grand wedding ensued.
Thus the miller's daughter became queen.

The new queen loved to hold balls and dances, and during these occasions the queen would somehow asked Rupert for favors such as mending the curtains in the Royal room or fixing the broken cellar door.It was soon clear to Rupert that the queen was irked by his presence that he stopped to attend any functions whatsoever.It was also clear that the servants had lose respect,or rather their fear,that they are seen sneering at Rupert even when he is in sight.The final blow came however when the queen had a baby.

The whole kingdom was overjoyed at the newborn baby and so was Rupert.As the baby boy aged three months old,Rupert one day walked into the baby's room to take a glimpse of the him.The baby was fair and comely that Rupert was impelled to take into his arm.Suddenly a scream almost made Rupert drop the baby.Thus Rupert turned around and saw the queen frightened face,who quickly snatched the baby from him.Shortly the king arrived.Before Rupert could say anything,the queen accused him of harming the child,one that he defiantly denied, but the king was not in his right mind,that he said,
"Silence!You ungrateful being.You Rumpelstiltskin."
Never was he disturbed called by that name but that day he felt dejected.So he went away and never to be seen again.

*******

"But didn't you asked the miller's daughter's ring?" asked the boy.
"Actually no,I didn't.It isn't true," Rupert answered.
"Were you..uhm..going to eat the baby?"
"Haha.I'm sure the sandwich you ate taste better.Now that is enough story for you.You better go home now."
"If you don't mind, may I sleep here with you tonight?"

Rupert didn't reply so the boy laid beside him.It was not long before both of them were sound asleep.

Their sleep however was disturbed when a hand suddenly grabbed the boy.Rupert woke up but before he could get up he was knocked on the back.Sprawling on the earth,he looked around and saw a whole crowd of people gathered,an angry mob carrying torches and forks and one of them was holding the boy tightly.
A person from the mob spoke and it was no one else than the baker.
"You monster!You tried to steal the Queen's child and now you tried to steal one of our children?"
"No he didn't.He is a nice person.He didn't..."the boy was cut short.
"Shut up!Bring the child away!"said the baker."Now people,will we let this devil go away for his act?"
No replied the mob in unison.
"Then let us condemn him back to the hell he came from so none of our children would fall victim."
Fueled by their fear by the unknown and unfamiliarity,flamed by their insecurity, the mob began to persecute Rupert.He was kicked down as he tried to get up and when he couldn't get up anymore he was stepped on upon.

Rumpelstiltskin in his rage drove his right foot so far into the ground that it sank in up to his waist; then in a passion he seized the left foot with both hands and tore himself in two.

The End.

Illustration done by Amir Safwan Shuib

Stray

2008-05-06T20:30:00.009+02:00

I've written this a while ago, but only after watching Oz last night that i decided to dig it up back and type it 'down'.By the by,this is not a request.

Once upon a time there was a boy who had a cat, a cat that was very playful and funny that it always make the boy happy.

One day, the boy went for a hike in the mountains with his cat in tow.As he passed a giant mulberry tree,the boy tripped over tree roots and almost fell over the mountain.Upon seeing its master in calamity,the cat jumped and pushed his master away from the edge.The cat however, fell into the ravine.

The boy was sad and cried on his way down the mountains.His tears and sobs were so loud that it woke up an old man who was sleeping under the mulberry tree.

"Why are you crying boy?"Asked the old man.

The boy was surprised,as he didn't notice the old man before.

"I am sad," he managed to answer between his sobs.
"Why are you sad then?"
"My cat fell over," he said pointing to the ravine.

The boy had actually stopped crying as he was perplexed by the appearance of the old man.His clothes changed from brown,the color of the bark, into black velvet, the color of the dark sky at night.
The color however reminded the boy of his cat,making him sad again.He was on the verge of crying when the man asked,

"Would you like to never feel sad again?"

The boy just nodded.Thus slowly the old man pull off the hat that he was wearing,a black pointy one,and put it on the boy's head.True to his words,the boy didn't feel sad anymore,so he started on his way home.

Along the way he met with Farmer Bauer.

"What happened to your cat,boy?"asked Farmer Bauer.
"It fell into the ravine,"said the boy.

Farmer Bauer felt sorry for the boy,so he invited the boy to tea,serving him the best cornbread and honey that the Farmer had.The boy ate silently,thanked the farmer impersonally and was soon on his way home.All the while the boy was sucking a barley mint,a present from the Farmer Bauer.

As the boy crossed the bridge,he met Lukas,the city jester.

"What happened to your cat,boy?" asked the Lukas.
"It fell into the ravine," said the boy.

Lukas pitied the boy so he presented his puppet show,the most famous in the city.The boy watched silently,thanked Lukas in return and was soon on his way home again.

Walking around the street corner,the boy passed Ian the cobbler.

"What happened to your cat,boy?" asked Ian.
"It fell into the ravine," said the boy.

Ian also felt sorry for the boy,that he decided to give the boy a new pair of shoes,one that was fit for a prince,with its tapered sides and silk lining.The boy wore them perfunctorily,thanked Ian the cobbler, and the boy was soon right on his way home.

Along the way the boy also met Shopkeeper Grouch,Carpenter Woody and Tailor Tim,who all felt sorry for the boy.Thus they all accordingly gave him a bags of the best licorice,a new and shiny wooden flute, and a magnificent coat.
The boy thanked all of them perfunctorily and continued on his journey home,steadily carrying all the presents and gifts.
The boy was apparently no longer sad,but he wasn't happy either.

As he arrived home,his mother asked,

"What happened to your cat,son?"
"It fell into the ravine," he replied.

So his mother gave him a new cat,to be exact still a kitten.The cat was with black spots,a very clumsy but adorable one,one that would to be to the liking of anyone that happen to fall eyes on it.The boy thanked his mother and later went for a walk with his new pet.

After a while they came upon the mulberry tree on the mountain when suddenly his pet clumsily and almost fell over.The boy bent over the edge to grab his cat.
The boy managed to save the cat but all of his presents and gifts fell over.His flute and shoes,coats and sweets,all fell over,followed lastly by the hat.The boy suddenly felt all the sadness came rushing back to him.
The boy sat there,feeling greatly sad upon losing his presents,devastatingly sad of losing his black cat, but the most sad of not being to be happy.

The End.

Illustration done by Amir Safwan Shuib

Dream on Beauty!

2008-05-02T03:01:00.011+02:00

This is one of the alternate ending for the story Sleeping Aurora.Read the main story first,if you came to this by accident.

So the princess pondered everyday how to be with the man of her choice,that one day she decided to tell the Queen about the stable-boy.
The Queen was so appalled upon hearing the princess' story and strictly commanded her to behave properly and forget the stable-boy completely.The princess however couldn't bear it,thus she cried her heart out.

Suddenly a fairy godmother appeared and spoke,
"Why are you crying princess?"she asked.
"Oh godmother!Please help me.Oh! do help me," pleaded the princess.
"Dear princess.I've helped you before,but it's beyond me this time," replied the fairy.
And the princess cried hopelessly,mourning the days till her birthday.

The princess´ birthday finally arrived.
The whole castle inhabitants was full with excitement and anticipation as everyone was waiting for the engagement.Everyone except the princess,who walked heavy-heartedly down from her room,covering her face with a veil as it was the engagement tradition.Sadly and slowly she walked into the room when suddenly poof! Smoke filled the room and from the smoke rose the fairy godmother,before waving her wand and chanting.
"She will have beauty and courage,
wisdom and knowledge,
but most of all she she will be just and happy
to the end of her life."

The crowd cheered at the wish,toasting to the princess' health before suddenly smoke filled the room once more and so did another fairy appeared, a dark,ugly fairy this time.Enraged at being not invited to the betrothment,the dark fairy cursed everyone to their death.
"Die as you watch me,
for you all before ignored me."

However the fairy godmother intervened and the whole castle was instead put under a slumber sleep.One that was woken when a prince came into the castle and kissed the sleeping princess.The princess opened her eyes and to her delightful surprise,the prince was the stable-boy whom she fell in love with.The rest of castle woke up and the betrothment proceeded as planned.Not long after the princess was married and she live happily ever after.
Everyone of them.
Even the dark fairy.

******
"so it's me who always does the dirty work eh?"
"calm down sister.I promise you,the next time you can be the fairy godmother."
"fair enough i guess.by the by,what happened to the real prince?"
"oh he just left,seeing all the people sleeping"
"aha!anyway nice apparel you found for the horse-boy"
"it's stable-boy.and I thank you for the compliment"

The End

Wake up Beauty!

2008-05-02T01:58:00.010+02:00

This is one of the alternate ending for the story Sleeping Aurora.Read the main story first,if you came to this by accident.

So the princess pondered everyday,mulling ways of how to be with the man of her choice.One day as she was sitting at the window, she heard a loud commotion in the castle hall.Later she discovered that a group of actors in caravans had arrived and is promoting their show.The princess was then struck by an idea,before conceiving a plan to fulfill her heart desire.

The princess´ birthday finally arrived.
There was such joy and excitement in the castle,as people were bustling about,perfecting the last minute details for the princess' birthday party and betrothment. The princess then descended from her room,covering her face with a veil as it was the tradition.As the betrothment commence and the Prince was to unveil the princess,when suddenly poof!Smoke filled the room and from the smoke rose fairies,three of them.Swaying their wands in unison,they chanted spells in chorus.
The first fairy wished, "She will have wisdom."
The second fairy wished, "She will have beauty."
The last fairy wished, " She will have wealth."

The last fairy then requested a toast to the princess.Everyone was spellbound by the fairies appearance, but as soon as they drank their toast another fairy appeared.A dark,ugly fairy.
"How dare you all didn't invite me to this.For this you shall all perish!And I will turn the princess into a maid," she said.
"No you shall not kill them.Instead they will sleep a long, undisturbed sleep,"the three fairies replied,but their voice was not heard as everyone in the hall had fell asleep.

The whole hall woke from their deep,slumber sleep a few hours later,puzzled and confused.Still the party proceeded and the princess was unveiled,revealing the princess' maid instead in her place.However no one said anything,remembering what the dark fairy had done.Thus the 'princess' was betrothed and a few months later was married.Years later the 'princess' became the Queen,helping the King to rule the land with wisdom,gaining wealth and never even to her late age did her beauty fade.

The real princess however had eloped with the stable-boy and lived a quiet, wonderful life.
They live happily ever after.
Everyone did.
Even the actors.
They became well known for their "Magical sleeping potion" and arrays of fancy fairy costume.

The End

Sleeping Aurora

2008-05-01T13:42:00.007+02:00

An alternate story to Sleeping beauty with alternate ending,as requested by Azra Atiqka.

In a kingdom far away lived the Queen and King without a child, until one day the Queen bore a baby girl.On the same day another girl was born,a child to the Royal cook. Both children grew up separately but at the age of seven,the cook's daughter was made personal maid for the princess, and later they became good friends. Years pass by as they grew up beautifully and appeared frighteningly similar to each other day by day,up until the point the Royal subject could never tell them apart except for their garments. Everyone noticed the resemblances,though no one ever said it aloud.

The princess would sometimes take advantage of this,such that she would persuade her maid to take her place for lessons.The maid would always decline,fearing for her life.The princess however was a very persuasive and stubborn girl and would always get her way.In the end the maid would sit trembling,bearing herself to sit through the etiquette and various lessons, all the while wishing no one would discover the princess' stratagem.Meanwhile the princess would take a stroll,sometimes outside the castle,but mostly in the park.

Thus it happened in one of her amble,she heard a very beautiful voice singing in the park.As she came around the bush, she saw the owner of the mesmerizing voice,a boy,who was tugging along a gentle old horse.
"Who are you?" asked the princess.
Quite surprised at the sight of a pretty young lady,the boy took a few seconds before replying.
"I am the stable-boy.And may i ask who are you?"he asked in reply.

Instead of answering,the princess however turned around and ran in the direction of the castle,leaving the stable-boy perplexed and wondering to himself.
As soon as the lessons were finished,the princess quickly relate to her friend,the maid, about her meeting with the stable-boy.It was then decided that the maid was to convey the princess' message to the stable-boy.The boy received the message gladly,pleased that he was to meet her again.Date was set and rendezvous took place.Then it was not long before the princess and the stable-boy fell in love with each other.

However it was also not long before the princess' 17th birthday,in which she was to be betrothed to a prince from a neighboring kingdom.This prospect was not so enlightening to her as before, as she had fallen for someone else.

The story now diverges into two endings.Choose any ending you may.
the first ending-Wake up Beauty!
the second ending-Dream on Beauty!

Fonté

2008-04-22T16:27:00.004+02:00

a story about a unicorn,requested(in a way) by asma'.

in Chipwood Forest once lived a young,white unicorn,
young he was,but white was not his horn,
it was neither black nor grey,as it's colourless.
thus others would not see it a unicorn,rather a horse.

one day Fonté walked through the wood,
as he was hungry,searching for food,
when suddenly he heard a voice,
one he couldn't find the source,
not until he looked down,that is,
that he saw two little bunnies.

"hey there you white horse,
move away you smashed our house."
the bunnies were clearly angry,
for Fonté had stepped on their burrow's entrance,
something Fonté haven't done intentionally,
but hearing called a horse,he replied in an instance.

"how dare you!
can't you see i'm a unicorn,
you stupid obnoxious vermin,

by the by,
it's not my fault i stepped over it,
you should have made it elsewhere,stupid!"

"hey, hey stop calling names,
since its not us to blame,
we didn't notice your horn,
as it looks rather pale,
otherwise i'd call u unicorn,
so now would you move away?"
said the first hare.

"i'd gladly move quietly,if u noticed that before,
but i guess little vermin don't know more."

the unicorn move away he did,
but not before stamping its feet,
oh how the shocked the bunnies were,
so mad,they can't take anymore,

they were furious and angry,
that they bite the unicorn's legs and knee,
Fonté howled and screamed in agony
and he tried to step on the bunny

hopping and jumping,
bunnies and unicorn both,
but the bunnies escaped to their holes running,
leaving the unicorn foaming mouth with froth.

but Fonté can't accept defeat,
upon the burrow he kept stead,
thinking of ways to avenge;
but wait as he would,
till he not anymore could,
still he cant avenge.

thus Fonté left.

only then the bunny came out,
to think it was safe all about,
to realize their hole blocked,
with something of a smuck

poop Fonté left.

three days later
Fonté went through the wood,
again hungry for food,
absolutely forgetting what he'd done,
that is until he heard a voice from behind.

"so this is the unicorn,is it?
or rather a horse,better it fits.
i wonder why u mashed their place,
those nice little hare,
i agree,ur really a disgrace,
unicorns,horses and all mare"
said a tortoise,
disapproval on his face.

vain was Fonté thus scorched was his pride,
fuming with madness,crushing the tortoise with all his might,
in his anger and incense he forgot,
that tortoise shell's hard as rock.
instead of the tortoise,
Fonté was in anguish,

at sight of such,
the tortoise began to laugh,
angered Fonté more and much,
that Fontè aim for the tortoise mouth.

alas the tortoise withdrew,
just by an inch Fonté's foot flew.
laughing harder the tortoise at Fonté,
thinking he's safe,all tucked away.

however it was short-lived,
as Fonté kicked and kicked,
unintentionally sending the tortoise spinning,
upside down with its belly showing,

the tortoise flail its feet in the air,
but Fonté feet was flailing too,
and CRUSH!
past the tortoise it went through.

Fonté sat and stared at the still tortoise
one that he had incised,
for a moment he was stupefied,
but shortly he brushed it aside.

"its not my fault he died,
if only it hadn't insulted me like it had,
undoubtedly i won't run amuck,
oh well,it's just his luck."
with that Fonté walked away,
searching food for the day.

walking with a full stomach home,
happy no more hungry,he slowly roamed,
when a cat jumped out of nowhere suddenly,
surprising Fonté,before cursing vehemently.

"foul horse,"it hissed,
enough for Fonté to be piqued,
so he chased the cat amuck,
but before he knew,in a moor he was stuck,
for the cat was baiting Fonté into a quick-sand,
something the cat was planning beforehand.

"vile unicorn,u've gone so far,
u killer!ur race u've marred,
see how u wud feel now then,
to be helpless,waiting for ur end.

so the cat sat upon a stump,
waiting and watching Fonté sink,slump,
just as only Fontè head was above,
that the cat began again to move.

"i'll leave now worthless creature,
leaving u to ur death,it's near.
i wonder though y ur so heartless,
maybe thats why ur horn colourless."

the cat was leaving,
when he heard Fonté's word ringed.

"come closer and u can see,
there's colour in my horn,come and see"

without a thought the cat approached the unicorn,
squinting its eyes,peering at the horn,
before suddenly!
Fonté swinged his head swiftly,
piercing through the cat's body,
limp and lifeless,killing it instantly.

"haha.u gullible fool,
there's no color in my horn,no!
oh u r such a fool.
oh such a death fits u,oh i do think so."

in that Fonté was mistaken,
as he slowly sinked to his end of existence,
for his horn was colourless no more,
as it is red,blood red as Fonté dies in the moor.

The Purple Flippers

2008-04-13T19:41:00.018+02:00

There was once a turtle who couldn't find his flippers.(Oh yes,turtles can pluck theirs flippers out,leaving their short,knob-like stubby hands).So Penyu had lost his flippers and without them he neither can swim properly,nor can he play with his friends.Moreover he can't go to the Seadium,for there was a great Sea-game that day,a big match between the Sharks and the Jaws.

However Penyu still couldn't find his flippers,so he asked for his friend's help,Cloowney the clownfish.
"Cloowney,have you seen my flippers?"
"What flippers?oh,those flippers.You always leave them everywhere.Now you've lost it,again"
"Can you please help me find them then?The game' s about to start."
So they searched for Penyu's flippers,among the corals,through the anemone,in the sands and even in the oyster clam,everywhere,in vain.Thus at the end they decided to seek Penyu's uncle's help, Old-turtle Jim.

Fortunately Old-turtle Jim had a few pairs of old flippers,so Penyu tried them one pair after the other,until at last a purple pair fit him like a glove(or rather like flippers).
Though he was embarrassed to be seen wearing an odd-looking pair of flippers,Penyu had no other choice,but to swim with them to the Seadium.As they were leaving,Old-turtle Jim said,
"I can't really recall about those flippers.I actually don't think they're mine.Just bring them back right after the game."
With those words they left Old-turtle Jim's and arrived at Seadium just in the nick of time.It was a spectacular sight as thousands and thousands of sea creatures and cretins gathered to watch the game.It was a sight indeed as fans shouted and applauded to their favourite team.

Unbeknownst to the the spectators,there was a Leviathan sleeping in a nearby underwater cave.However, asleep he was no more,woken by the commotion and racket caused from all the cheering and jeering.Oh my, a leviathan is not a friendly creature,not even in its best mood,let alone when it's disturbed from its sleep!

Thus the Leviathan marched to the Seadium,stamping its feet along the way,crushing stalls selling hotblobs and bloopcorn(for they bloop! instead of pop!), and also creatures that weren't fast enough to get out of Leviathan's way.

Penyu was about to be smashed too, until at the last moments he flapped his flippers very hard,that the Leviathan missed him just by a scale.Unfortunately Penyu had flapped so hard that one of his flippers came of , and however hard he tried he couldn't put it back again.Penyu was then so frustrated that he threw the purple flipper.Amidst the calamity and chaos,among the fishes swimming and scampering,Penyu's flipper magically hit the Leviathan's head,before returning back to Penyu.

So Penyu threw it again,hitting Leviathan's head before returning to him just as before.Penyu then threw both of his flippers,which both came back to him.

The frightened creatures that were swimming for their lives suddenly stopped and stared at Penyu.It was not long before every creature threw things at the Leviathan.Crabs threw their claws,sharks threw their teeth(for sharks grow new teeth),prawns threw their skins and the last and most of them were the turtles who threw their flippers.Naturally only the flippers came back like a boomerang.There was so many flippers hitting his head en masse~poking his eyes,prodding his nose~that Leviathan could not stand anymore and finally was forced to run away,never to be seen again.

That day Penyu was hailed as the hero,a story about how the purple flippers saved the day.

The end

Old-turtle Jim

Penyu as a laughing stock

Illustrations done by Amir Safwan Shuib

eR-eR-Ha(RRH)

2008-04-07T20:17:00.000+02:00

amir safwan shuib might remember this story,a (nonsensical?) parody of the fairy tale Red Riding Hood.

Once upon a time,there was a boy who wore a red hood.thus he was called a Red Riding Hood.one day Red Riding Hood went to visit his friends who lives in the forest.along his way,he met a she-wolf who disguised as an old woman.

"little boy,where are you going," she asked.
"i'm going to my friends house,old woman,for they are giving a party."
"what are you carrying there?"asked the old woman as she pointed to a parcel he was holding.
"oh, this.this is an album,with my picture inside.

the she-wolf bid thank you and went away.she knew a short-cut to Red Riding Hood's friend's house,so she was there in a jiffy.then she ate everyone at the party,before dressing up as an old woman.patiently she waited for Red Riding Hood.

"hello,is there anyone home?"called Red Riding Hood.
"come in Red Riding Hood," replied the she-wolf.

Red Riding Hood went into the house and looked around.it was exactly the same situation as his sister,the old Red Riding Hood,that he noticed instantly that his friends were eaten.

"so hungry wolf,i suppose now you want to eat me,"said Red Riding Hood.

to this the she-wolf replied,
"no, my dear.i just wanted to see your pictures."
"what?!my pictures!.you have eaten all of my friends but you want to left me untouched.yet you want to see my pictures.i am all alone.my sister is so absorbed with her fairy tale.my friends were eaten.boohoohoo.please eat me too,"Red Riding Hood said as he started to cry.

"there,there.please don't cry.i can be your friend."
"i don't want you to be my friend.i want you to eat me,"Red Riding Hood cries turned into wails and howls.
"please don't cry Red Riding Hood.let us both look at your pictures."

Red Riding Hood cries turned into sniffs.they both looked at his album.after they were finished,Red Riding Hood went home,rather quite cheered up.in fact the next day he came back and played with the she-wolf.he started to like the she-wolf.
the she-wolf however was starting to get hungry again.one day she said,
"Red Riding Hood,i cannot be your friend anymore.i want to eat you.please run away."

Red Riding Hood was confused by the change.women are complicated,he thought.however Red Riding Hood didn't ran.he protested.a nearby hunter heard them and thought Red Riding Hood was in danger so he took aim and shot.

BAM!!

unfortunately the hunter can't aim very well and had missed.instead the bullet hit Red Riding Hood on the leg.the hunter tried to shoot,and again he missed.(what a stupid hunter.better if he goes back to the village and becomes a farmer,planting corns used to make flour.)
anyway the second bullet hit a lantern,causing it to fall and broke.soon the house was on fire.
the hunter was then forced to retreat.Red Riding Hood couldn't move,but the she-wolf couldn't simply left him behind.thus in the end there were both trapped in the house.

the hunter?
he ran away.the last anyone saw him was when he was buying corns' seed.

The potelé monster

2008-04-04T02:51:00.004+02:00

this story was requested by Izzati(mon~mon),written with two alternate endings;
a happy and a sad one.

Garcon and his grandmother live in a humble abode on the outskirt of Persepia, a town on the north of Mount Esig.His grandmother was old,so Garcon had to worked at a young age for the landlord,a man named Master Slardar.
everyday he would take a piece of bread and start his walk to work with his grandma goodbye.
he would eat half the bread along the way and the other half at midday,but he was always hungry as his job was hard,carrying bales of hay from the storehouse.
certainly not a light task.
and the fee withal was meager-Master Slardar was a very stingy man-that when Garcon spend the daily wages to buy sundry along the way home,there was hardly any gold left.
he would reach his home tired,but he would conceal his lethargic face as his grandma was always sitting by the window,knitting,ready to greet him the moment he arrived.

"Garcon,my grandson.come here and see what i knit for you," she would always say.
even with her trembling hands,she would knit pairs of them;
one sold at the marketplace every weekend,the other she kept for Garcon.

and they lived their lives day by day.
until one day,
a Pyrocannon arrived from the city.
the cannon was a grim sign,for it was associated with the monster who live on the Mounts of Esig.
this monster had terrorized the land,hunting the villagers before eating a few of them alive.
so the wizard were called to council and thus they came with a plan to appease the monster by sending a child every 3 months.the question however arose :who should be sacrificed?
conclusively the Pyrocannon was created,one that will fire a Pyro-mark into the sky,and the house that it fell on to,have to give their child as sacrifice.

and that day,
it fell on Master Slardar's house,who had a young boy at the age of eight.
the mother was hysterical as she received the ill news.furore proceeded and the house was in chaos.everyone was grieving,waiting agitatedly for the Pyro-army to take young Master Jabar away to be sacrificed.

then an idea struck Master Slardar.
he took the Pyro-mark and called for Garcon.
hastily he asked Garcon to replace his son's place.
something one would insanely accept.
Garcon was to reject the deal,
when he saw the boy's mother running towards him,tears running over her face.
she plead and beg beseechingly,until Garcon cannot refuse no more.
thus when the Pyro-army came and asked,he answered,
"ai.it was to me the Pyro-mark fell to."

Garcon was given the chance to pack his things before going up Mount Esig.
as he arrived home,his grandma was surprised,
"you are back early today,Garcon.was there a problem?"
"I'm just back to take a few things grandma.i'll be going back now."
"did something happened?"she persisted.
but he kept quiet.
"will u be back this evening?"she continued.
to this,Granco kissed his grandma's cheek and answered,

***********

"i wont grandma,i got the Pyro-mark.
but i promise u i'll be back,"
he looked into his grandma´s eyes before saying goodbye.

"i will,"he said.
he smiled and looked into his grandma´s eyes before saying goodbye.
a fake smile and the last goodbye.

the story ending differs accordingly to the dialog u choose.
u came this far,so do pick one!click any of the above dialog.
i recommend u to read the 1st link,even if u wish to read both ending.

Potelé ~ triste -sad

2008-04-03T15:10:00.000+02:00

this post is a continuation of The potelé monster.do read it first if u haven't.
as stated,this is the sad ending to The potelé monster.i would suggest u to read the happy ending 1st.i would also strongly suggest u to avoid reading this altogether if u hate sad ending.

Garcon climb the mountain,watched closely by the Pyro-army.they was keeping an eye on him,camping on the foothill,preventing the sacrifice from running away.
after seeing Garcon arrive 'safely' to the top, the army would then 'vanish'.so would any chance of escaping for Garcon,for as he reached the last climb,he was hauled up by a giant hand.

holding him was the monster, and he was blue.blue azure.
the sunlight shined upon the scale on its skin, casting a bright blue reflection.
something that struck Gorcan as wonderful,mesmerizing.
and the monster spoke.
"hungry.."
what caught his attention was not what it spoke,but rather the voice.
the voice was somewhat unsuitable,a voice unbefiting for a monster,Gorcan wondered.
until he realized,
it was the voice of a boy!

almost eaten,Garcon screamed;
"stop!"
apparently he was never ordered before,so the monster stopped and looked wonderingly at Garcon.
"let's play a game," Garcon said.

amazingly the monster put him down and listened.
quickly thinking,Garcon drew a t-shaped box on the ground.
slowly he tempted the monster into playing 'teng-teng' with him.

the monster was interested and thus forgot his hunger,but not for long.
he was about to eat Garcon,but every time he wanted to,Garcon would introduce a new game.playing till it was tired,Garcon managed to survive the day.
however still,Garcon was running out of idea on the second day.
oh how he wish he had marbles,for he knew dozens of game using them.
as he was about to be eaten again,Garcon desperately asked the monster if it had any marbles.
it stopped and pondered before plucking its scales, throwing it to the ground and said
"potelé!"
its scales turned into marbles,blue gem-like-marbles.
the monster can turn his scales into anything that is round,by just saying potelé.
Garcon cant believe his eyes,and picked up the marbles.
as if an act of display,the monster did it again,
potelé!
but this time by turning itself into a marble!
a big blue sphere,with only the protruding ears betraying its origins.
round and round,
the ball began to roll,amusing itself by chasing Garcon.
alas,by chance the monster accidentally bounced OF the mountain,going over the edge.it was tumbling downhill,picking speed along the way.

quickly Garcon raced after the monster,trying to stop it reaching the bottom.unfortunately he tripped and fell.by the time he stood up,the monster was already gone and out of sight.
Garcon was just about to walk back home when he realized he was standing on a tablet.
a broken tablet with words written on it:

"only a boy shall be chosen,
gems thief from the cave to fend,
for this he'll obtain the power potele,
but after a week,a cursed monster he will stay.

to lift the curse,to restore peace,
remove the monster,with another boy to replace.
thus..."

the rest of the tablet was not to be found,
for it was an old one,
one that is written a long time of yore,
a time when Mount Esig was widely known for its gem cave.
a time before when there was no Potelé monster,let alone the Pyrocannon.

with the tablet Garcon ran home.

**********

Garcon reached his home,but his grandmother was nowhere to be found.thus he searched throughout the village,in vain,until he saw a large group of people at the graveyard.upon his approach,everyone was dumbstruck and petrified.
Garcon saw the mound of earth and asked,
"who was it?"
the people staring at him suddenly averted their eyes.
"i asked,who was it?who did you buried?"

silence.

a man stepped forward and said,
"your grandmother was found in the woods near the mountains foot.she fell.she couldn't survive it at her age."

the words took moments to sink in, before Garcon wailed suddenly and screamed,
"how could this happen?you killed her.you all kill her.all of you."
rushing towards the news-bearer,Garcon gripped the front of his clothe,looked into his eyes and said,
"why didn't you look after her?how could you do this to her?"

staring back calmly,the man replied,
"she didn't believe us that u got the Pyro-mark,so she went searching for you.she said u told her that you would be back that night.she said her grandson wouldn't lie."
the man slowly removed Garcon's loosen grip,gulped and said,
"you did it yourself.you,Garcon."

Garcon slumped to the ground and laid near the mounds.long after everyone left,Garcon stayed by the grave with his hands holding the blue diamonds,as if offering them to his grandmother.

.......

the tale of Garcon's return surprised everyone,but what intrigued Master Slardar was the blue gems and the remnant of the tablet that Garcon brought back.he then conceived an idea to mine the riches for himself.together with his son,they climbed Mountain Esig.
there he found the cave mentioned in the tablet.
the entrance however was too small,only enough for a child to go through.
Master Slardar commanded Jabar to crept through.Jabar was to collect the diamonds for Master Slardar,passing them to his father who was waiting at the entrance.
the diamonds were abundant but were mostly half-buried,consuming a lot of time to extract.

thus 3 days had passed.
however,after noticing his changing skin,Jabar wanted to stop,but his father insisted on wanting more.Master Slardar observed his son was getting stronger,that even after having little sleep and food,Jabar was able to dig more after his skin changed blue.
consumed by greed,he forced Jabar to continue,fearing that if he stop,someone else would stumble upon the cave,for Master Slardar wanted it all for himself.

thus a week had passed.
Jabar's mother was worried as the servant who was to send the daily food to Master Slardar didn't came back.therefore she sent another one.
but he also didn't came back.
short of servant,she sent the gardener,who also didn't came back.

in the end,she gathered the whole household,and together they climbed the mountain Esig.
what was to greet to them was horriyfying.there were blood all over,and more as they approached the cave.a sight of Master Slardar at the entrance,with his skull opened sent fear down their spine.the women screaming brought a monster out of the cave,his body was blue azure,but his hands and mouth were red blood.
he was carrying the gardener in his left hand.

gruesome bloodshed ensued,and all except a few were killed.those that barely escaped frantically ran downhill.among them was no other than Jabar's mother.
she was never the same after that.no one who escaped was.
but she lost her sanity when she saw her husband dead,killed by her own son who turned into a monster.
people saw her walking around the town with empty eyes,wandering aimlessly,and sometimes mercilessly taken in by beastly men,before in the end she was found dead behind Croaking Inn alley.

.....

the sun was setting down when a boy crept weakly from under the bridge.
he was pail and frail and his body was shaking wildly from the cold.a few passerby ignored him,trying to finish their business before the day goes out.
hungry and athirst,the boy extended his hands and stopped an old man crossing the bridge.

"food,"
his voice was merely a whisper,
drowned by the sound footsteps of people walking by.
the old man only turned when he felt a tug at his heels.
he kicked the boy's hand away and said in contempt,
"don't touch me beggar.what do you want?"

the boy raised his head and was about to speak,when the old man cut him short.
"by god!the boy's blue.he must be infected.get away from me!!"with utter disdain he kicked the boy in the gutter,sending him sprawling over the cobbled stone.the excitement attracted the passerby,prompting them to stop and stare.soon enough there was a crowd around the boy.
the old man distanced himself from the boy,before picking up a stone and throwing it at the boy.
"go away,monster.go away!"
and the crowd followed,
all the while cursing and shouting.

terrified,the boy mustered all the energy he had left and dragged himself back to the river,taking shelter under the bridge.the crowd had no courage to follow,thus the boy was left alone.

his stomach hurt and he cried.he tried to wipe the tears away but instead smeared blood on his face from the bleeding hand.
the blue boy spent the last seconds of his life by the riverbank,gazing into his reflection,
all the while wishing the shade would go away.

Potelé~heureux -happy

2008-04-02T23:32:00.000+02:00

this post is a continuation of The potelé monster.do read it first if u haven't.
as stated,this is the happy ending to The potelé monster.

Garcon climb the mountain,watched closely by the Pyro-army.they was keeping an eye on him,camping on the foothill,preventing the sacrifice from running away.
after seeing Garcon arrive 'safely' to the top, the army would then 'vanish'.so would any chance of escaping for Garcon,for as he reached the last climb,he was hauled up by a giant hand.

holding him was the monster, and he was blue.blue azure.
the sunlight shined upon the scale on its skin, casting a bright blue reflection.
something that struck Gorcan as wonderful,mesmerizing.
and the monster spoke.
"hungry.."
what caught his attention was not what it spoke,but rather the voice.
the voice was somewhat unsuitable,a voice unbefiting for a monster,Gorcan wondered.
until he realized,
it was the voice of a boy!

almost eaten,Garcon screamed;
"stop!"
apparently he was never ordered before,so the monster stopped and looked wonderingly at Garcon.
"let's play a game," Garcon said.

amazingly the monster put him down and listened.
quickly thinking,Garcon drew a t-shaped box on the ground.
slowly he tempted the monster into playing 'teng-teng' with him.

the monster was interested and thus forgot his hunger,but not for long.
he was about to eat Garcon,but every time he wanted to,Garcon would introduce a new game.playing till it was tired,Garcon managed to survive the day.
however still,Garcon was running out of idea on the second day.
oh how he wish he had marbles,for he knew dozens of game using them.
as he was about to be eaten again,Garcon desperately asked the monster if it had any marbles.
it stopped and pondered before plucking its scales, throwing it to the ground and said
"potelé!"
its scales turned into marbles,blue gem-like-marbles.
the monster can turn his scales into anything that is round,by just saying potelé.
Garcon cant believe his eyes,and picked up the marbles.
as if an act of display,the monster did it again,
potelé!
but this time by turning itself into a marble!
a big blue sphere,with only the protruding ears betraying its origins.
round and round,
the ball began to roll,amusing itself by chasing Garcon.
alas,by chance the monster accidentally bounced OF the mountain,going over the edge.it was tumbling downhill,picking speed along the way.

quickly Garcon raced after the monster,trying to stop it reaching the bottom.unfortunately he tripped and fell.by the time he stood up,the monster was already gone and out of sight.
Garcon was just about to walk back home when he realized he was standing on a tablet.
a broken tablet with words written on it:

"only a boy shall be chosen,
gems thief from the cave to fend,
for this he'll obtain the power potele,
but after a week,a cursed monster he will stay.

to lift the curse,to restore peace,
remove the monster,with another boy to replace.
thus..."

the rest of the tablet was not to be found,
for it was an old one,
one that is written a long time of yore,
a time when Mount Esig was widely known for its gem cave.
a time before when there was no Potelé monster,let alone the Pyrocannon.

with the tablet Garcon ran home.

..............

Garcon reached his home tired,only to see his grandma sitting by the window,knitting,like it was a normal day.
"Garcon,my grandson.you came back!come here and see what i knitted for you," she said.
"they're beautiful,grandma.beautiful.
now look what I brought."

.....

Master Slardar was surprised upon Garcon's return.
moreover,he was intrigued by the wealth Garcon had acquired.
through constant inquiring and pestering,he discovered about the gem cave.
consumed by greed,he brought his son with him to Mountain Esig.
true enough,there was a cave full of gems.
the entrance however was too small,only enough for a child to go through.
thus Master Slardar commanded Jabar to crept through.
the cave was full of gems,but the biggest was at the center,a sparkling gem-crystal, making up the pillar of the cave.
Jabar was ordered to take the pillar down,but tried as hard as he can, the pillar didn't move an inch.
Master Slardar then threw a rope,which Jabar tied at the pillar.
they pulled and pulled,so hard that the pillar move,but without the pillar as a support,the roof began to fall.Jabar quickly ran out and managed to save himself just as the roof caved in.
eventually the Master Slardar went home empty handed,
perusing the wealth he had 'lost',
forgetting he almost lose his son.almost.

......

the sun was setting when the fishermen found a boy lying clothesless on the riverbank.
the boy was pail and frail,and his body was shaking wildly from the cold.barely conscious, the fishermen took him home.

after days of resting,the boy was finally up and running again.named Quasi and raised by the fisherman as his own,he grew up healthy and strong.Quasi became a fisherman himself and spend the rest of his whole life by the river.

he would never stop wondering about himself,as he had no recollection of his past,only up until the time he was saved by his adopted father.
Quasi would sat by the river every evening,pondering.and sometimes,sometimes his skin would appear a shade of blue,a light blue.his father would always dismiss it and say it was only the reflection of the water.
Quasi smiled a reply,and the shade would vanish.

Flár

2008-03-30T23:58:00.001+02:00

a story about a dragon named Flár.

once upon a time,there was a dragon who was not able to breathe fire.
how ever hard he huffed and puffed,
nothing came from his mouth.
not a single flame.
not even a wisp of smoke.

at first he was a little worried,
but his parents told him it was not so bad.
"you're still young,no need to fret,
soon it will come,and you'll be glad!"
but his worries turn into sadness,
as the other tease about his strangeness.
worst was his brother Grath,with his friend Clob and Writh.
together when they were bored,they would make fun of Flar,
oh! pity him.

"watch Feuerne!how we burn this tree,
u couldn't ever do it,not even in a century."
they called him names,as a Feuerne means a dragon that is weak,
such as that cannot fly or breathe fire,and many more so to speak.

Flár was very sad,and wished that he really could,
breathe a flame of fire and show his brother,
that he can do it too.
so he tried various ways,methods to enable to breathe fire.
but all was in vain,
until one day,his brother spoke in disdain,
"Feuerne fool,all your methods are doomed to fail,
only i know how to remedy your state."
so Flár asked Grath,what could it be,
for he was at his wits end,
and would follow every advice,
as long as he can be like Grath and his friend.

"you must fly over this mountain,into the woods,
there's a small water pond there.drink from it you should."
not wasting a moment,Flár arrived at the pond,
where the water was so clean and clear,
that he can see in it,his own horn.

a gulp,
and suddenly!
out of the bushes jumped Grath,
followed by Writh and Clob,
bursting with laugh,
rolling on the earth,they could not stop.

"Feuerne certainly you are Flár,
havent you heard the story ever?
the Esig lake that turns the breathe cold,
preventing even the Elder from breathing fire,
you should have wait you little dole,
but now it shall come to you never.
you'll never breathe fire,
never Flár,ha ha ha..

they was laughing,but he was crying.
tricked and humiliated,he flew away,
away until the jeers were only whisper.
he flew away,until his wings can bat no more.
so he land near a river,to rest his beaten wings.
tho he did flew away,
the tears didnt stop to pour.

suddenly a soft voice spoke to him
"why are you crying?"
so Flár turn to see who it was,
to his surprise it was not a dragon,
initially appeared like a dwarf,
but actually it was a human son.
"why are you crying?"
again he asked.

prompted,Flár told the boy all,
and the boy told him his story,too
that they played along the river,
but the other boys ran home,
as they saw a dragon came from the sky.
limped as he was,the boy was left behind.

"but why was you crying?
even when you lost fire breathing,
you can still fly,
cant you?
obvious i think,
for a reason u cant cry."

spurred,Flár jumped and hovered,
he twirled and swirled,
circled above the lad,
before finally landing with a thud.
the boy laughed to see such sport,
it invoked the dragon thought,
forgetting his sadness
turning into bliss happiness,
when suddenly..

Grath came forth,
out of nowhere he appeared,
furiously he bellowed,
"how dare you Flare!
we searched for you everywhere,
but here you are,
playing with a humanling,
one that has killed our kind for nothing,
one that drove on our death for glory,
one that..
but here you are,
sitting with them,being merry"

with those words,Grath approached menacingly.
"i'll let you eat him then,
and u shall be forgiven,
for to kindle our breath,
it's said their heart we must have."

"NO!!i will not,
he comfort me,he had,
something a brother should do,but you did not."

enraged,Grath blew at Flár,
who cowered and crouched,
to protect the boy,his wings spread.

"how dare you say that,
you'll burn here,of your arrogant act.
Writh!Clob!
blew until your flame scorch."

though his scales were thick,
the flames did the trick.
hopes fail,whispered Flár to the boy,
"forgive me to cause this,
a death of fire..

but the boy answered
"falter not Flár,
you are a dragon still,
fight them,blow them,
flight and twirl,
i know u can.."

so Flár jumped,and twirled,
escaping to the open sky.
alas.Writh was faster,
for quickly towards Flár he jumped after,
he gripped Flár's foot,
and the rest quicken to grab his wings.

Three dragons chasing one,
one with a boy in his care,
he turned and tried,
futile as it seems,
blew as hard as he could,
not even a smoke brewed.
but he blew ice instead!

Three dragons chasing one,
three were frozen,face aghast,
fell to the ground,breaking to bits,
the last tale of Grath,Clob and Writh,
death brought by their bad deeds.
instead Flár's,it was theirs instead.

so Flár lived and the legend exist,
instead of burning he can freeze.
wide and far,famous for his feats.
and there was the boy;
who cant walk without a limp,
let alone run,so he tried,
but when the sun began to dim,
you can see him riding through the sky.

a silhouette of Flár,
the ice dragon
who huffed and puffed,
and no fire came from his mouth.
not a single flame.
not even a wisp of smoke.
only icicles.

the end

illustrations are work of Amir Safwan:

artist's imagination of Flár

artist's imagination of..the chase?