He & She

He likes CN Blue. But she likes MCR

He likes blue. But she likes red

He said white. But she'll say black

He chooses chocolate. But she dislikes them

Instead she'll have vanilla. And he agrees to

He doesn't like going to kitchen. But she loves cooking

Feeding everytime they eat, making him want to

He worships Nokia. Her phone is Sony

Both quarrels which one is the best

But end up accepting each other

 The way he looks at her. And the way her eyes glow when they're together

Resembles how much love they're in

Despite differences they have

 There is one thing they see it in the same way

They see their hearts looking at their true soulmate

And it just feels right

To be with one another

It Has Never Rained Before

My name is Adam and I’ll be twenty seven this year.

                   I was walking down the pavement, unsure of where I was going to. Out on the pavement it's very cold and totally deserted. Part of me was elsewhere as I was walking towards an old house at the end of the road, furthest from the neighborhood. The house looked familiar, yet, so foreign. I pushed the front door open and slowly but surely, I took a step inside the house. The air smelled of dust and abandonment. Cobwebs littered at every corner of the house. It felt strange, almost like I've been in the house before.
             
                 Confusingly, I wasn't sure what I was doing there. The furniture was all covered in white clothes. The owner must’ve moved away from the house for about a decade. It was all dusty all over the place and the floor board made a creaking sound whenever I stepped on them. It was somehow nostalgic and amusing as the silence was deafening. Scanning my gaze around the house, my eyes stopped at a particular door in the dining area. The door looked new, even though the house looked like it had been abandoned for years. It was a strange sight to behold. I walked as if in trance, my mind desperately begging me to open the door. I stopped right in front of the door. The nearer I got, the more anxious I became.

                As I touched the doorknob, an electric jolt shot through me.

‘The trouble with people like him is that they can brush off people like me. Like I was nothing. They don’t understand the type of world we’re living in now; all those menaced souls clamouring for attention and recognition. He was a very arrogant young man, so full of himself. 

No longer. Now he’s groaning, blood spilling thickly from the wounds in his head and his yellow, unfocused eyes are gendering around, desperately trying to find clarity, some meaning in the bleakness, the darkness around him. It must be lonely.

Oh he’s trying to speak now. What is it that he is he trying to say to me?

Help. Police. Hospital.

Or was it help please hospital? It doesn’t really matter, that little point of detail because his life is ebbing away; human existence distilled to begging for emergency services.

You pushed me away, mister. You rejected me. You tricked me. I’ve seen you before. Long ago, just lying there as you are now. Black, broken, dying. I was glad then and I’m glad now.

I reach into my bag and I pull out a claw hammer.

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Seeing him coming from terror to that graceless state of someone who knows that he is definitely falling and I feel myself losing my balance in those awkward shoes and I correct myself, turning and moving down the old staircase outside.’

               I opened the door, creaking sound filled the room. There was a body lying on the floor. I should’ve been shocked but strangely, I wasn’t.

It was raining. 
It has never rained before but then it rained. 
Having fallen, it wasn’t rain. 
It was blood.

                My name is Adam. It’s been seven years since they put me here. I don’t know what this place is, it’s all white and lonely. Sometimes I hear people laughing and whispering but maybe it’s just me that laugh about the funny spectacled people in white coat. They talked about stuff that I don’t understand. I know all of this because the walls talk to me; they tell me everything I need to know. I don’t know how much longer they’re going to keep me here.

Should I Tell Him?

 

 

Have you ever wish to do time travelling?

If yes, why?

Do you wish to see your country before our independence day?

Or do you wish to see the world, how good is the olden days?

Maybe you want to watch how was vehicles back then in 17th centuries?

Or

perhaps,

do you want to see someone who will mean the world to you in the future?

 

It all lies within our heart

Our wanting to do something beyond human science

 

As for me,

I want to go time travelling

and my desire to travel to the future

isn't as much as my heart to play back times

to tell him something I should tell earlier

when he's still here....

 

 

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March 14, 1999

I have a new friend today. His name is Darren. He's in my class. I think he's a little cute. But he's too shy to play with us. He only talks to me.

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

April 20, 1999

He asked me to come over to his house. I'm very happy. He has a big house. And he has many toys. We played Scrabble today.

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

June 16, 1999

The other boys picked on Darren. He's a small guy. So I think maybe that's why they can beat him. I went to him and help him out. Poor Darren. I hope I can protect you.

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

May 10, 2000

Darren and I are still in the same class. We're 5 now. But Darren is still short. Hahaha. 

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

July 6. 2001

Our drawing class today is great. Mrs. Wallace asked us to draw our partner. I made a team with Felicia. But then I saw Darren. He doesn't have much friends. No one wants to be partner with him. I took him to be my partner. Felicia got angry. But I can't let Darren alone. He drew beautifully. He truly has a knack in drawing. But I looked away everytime I met his eyes. It's distracting to look at his eyes when he's focusing. And he caught me staring today.

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

January 12, 2004

Today is my 9th birthday. My mom held a birthday party at our house. I asked Darren thousand times to come because lately he always forget things and he's tardy. The party almost over and I'm not happy at all. But then he came. I'm very happy but not without getting mad at him first. He gave me a book I favoured the most in bookshop. Yeay! Thanks Darren.

 

Should I tell him?  

 

 

May 25, 2004

Darren turns 9 today. But his parents don't make a party for him because they're busy. I accompanied him to our favourite ice cream shop. He seemed a bit sad but he ate a lot! What a weirdo.

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

February 5, 2010

It's been a while since I last met Darren. He is always with his new friend, Jessica. Blergh!

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

May 25, 2010

Darren's parents made a birthday party for him this year. I wanted to give him the best book I used to read because he loves reading too. Not really but he'll read if I asked him to. I went there and he just greeted me "Hi, Katie. Glad you made it. Thanks for the present." and he went on with his 'pretty' friend. What a moron!

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

November 11, 2010

He went to my house today and we had a little chat. I can't believe it! He told stories about Jessica all the time! What! You think I care with you guys! Get a life.

 

But I think I shouldn't shout at him just now.

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

January 12, 2011

"Happy Birthday, Katie! Let's hang out together sometime."

Yeah right. Like you still have time for me at all. Go screw yourself with that hoe.

 

I hate you! But should I tell him now?

 

 

February 18, 2011

Got a phone call from him. Jessica dumped him. Serves you right, Darren. Hahaha.

 

But, why suddenly I become this happy? Should I tell him?

 

 

April 2, 2011

He asked me to meet him at Starbucks today. Gosh he's a mess! His hair is a disaster. My handsome friend, I can't recognise him anymore. And he keeps telling about that girl. Damn! Gather yourself, Darren! Tomorrow I'm gonna make sure he has his hair cut and go shopping some new clothes. He needs some time to enjoy I suppose. I will make you smile again. I promise.

 

But, should I tell him?

 

 

April 3, 2011

He looks cheerful and happy again today. God, how I miss that smile. His hair is neatly trimmed and we got some new shirts and jeans for him. And went for a little ice skating for a while. This is my first time and I was a bit scared. Darren played a lot and he's like a pro. Sliding and swinging gracefully in front of me. He took my hands and I tried to walk a little. Numerous times I got myself about to fall down. But he's always there to catch me. Always. His smiles never leave his handsome face. Did I blush? Oh God! 

 

Should I tell him?  

 

 

June 5, 2013

It is our prom night next week. And I've no one to go with. And I asked Darren whether he got his partner and he said no. Well, I used to promise with him to go to this prom night with him as bestfriends if we can't get partner. I never thought I'm still single in my final year of high school!

Am I waiting for someone?

 

Should I tell him?

 

 

 

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Oakleyville , June 11- A tragic accident occur at 11PM in Route 39 involving a truck and a red sedan. The truck driver believed to be drunk and without proper control of his mind, the truck whacked over a sedan by the roadside owned by two newly graduated students after attending their prom night together last night. Both of them were seriously injured and taken to the hospital nearby but the boy, Darren James died on the way there due to severe blood loss. Katie Watt is now under treatment. The truck driver is being interrogated for further investigation.    



 

 

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"Katie, wake up. Can you hear me?", a warm kiss landed on my cheeks.

 

I woke up to a bright light above. Is this heaven? I asked myself. And I looked to the person who gave me a kiss on my cheeks just now. He looks familiar. His smile, his hair and his scent. Everything seems familiar.

 

"Darren!"

 

 He smiled his usual smile, nodded as he was thanking me, and faded away.

 

I should tell him. I should tell him earlier.  



 

 

He Said Things Won't Change

I was preparing dinner in the kitchen. 

Out of carelessness, the knife I was holding left a small cut through my finger.

Blood was dripping. 

I asked my husband if he could help me with the band-aid in the cabinet.

Eyes fixed to the tv and with annoyed face, he said “It’s just a small cut, you can take it yourself.”

I held my injured hand and searched for it in the cabinet myself. 

I wonder how things have changed 

when a month ago he went out in the middle of the night

and searched for every pharmacy in the town just because I had a small cough.

My New Friend

 

 

Have you ever meet someone who you think suits you best?

A friend you feel very close to.

A partner you feel incomplete without him.

A teacher you are inspired with.

Or a stranger whom you met online.

 

 

This is my story. Based on real life experience. Something I don't think quite necessary to put into my happy memories. Something I should've forgotten a long time ago.

 

But I can't.

 

Because he doesn't want me to...

 

 

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

You are online.

 

Mike : Hi, there.

Me : Err..hi. Excuse me but do we know each other?

Mike : No. But I think you're cool.

Me : Hahaha go home you're drunk. Sure dude. Who are you?

Mike : Name's Mike. 16. Living in Kansas. A Kansas High School student.

Me : Dude! We are in the same school! Kevin. Kevin Wellington. Class 7B. What class are you in?

Mike : That's cool, man! 7D. I'm not a learning nerd. Used to hate school very much. Hahahah.

Me : Crap. Who loves school? I mean, getting into class, learning boring subjects, get homework, com'on! We only live once. Why waste many times for that lame stuff.

Mike : You're my man, bro. My man. If you go for school president's post, I'll vote for you like hundred times a day. But yeah, indeed. We only live once....

Me : Chill up, man. We still have time to enjoy. How 'bout we hang up tomorrow after class?

Mike : I want to. But I can't attend school tomorrow. Something's up.

Me : That's okay. We always have time to hang up. Gtg bro. Xbox is calling. Hahah.

Mike : Sure....

 

 

Last seen 2:00 AM, 17/1/2012

 

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You are online.

 

Mike : Long time no see, pal.

Me : Too busy with this History project. Sorry bro.

Mike : Have time now?

Me : Sorry but I really need to get going, Later, dude.

Mike : Sure....

 

 

Last seen 2:00 AM, 24/1/2012

 

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You are online.

 

Mike : How is it going? I  mean, your History project.

Me : Just handed it off two days ago. Ahh shut up! I don't wanna talk about it.

Mike : Hahahah. You got C+.

Me : Are you kidding me?

Mike : Why should I?

Me : How did you know?

Mike : I am not what you think I am. Heheh.

Me : Hahaha go die. Hey, gotta go. If only mom know I use her laptop in the middle of the night, she'll be in total rage. See ya.

Mike : Sure...

 

 

Last seen 2:00 AM, 31/1/ 2012

 

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You are online.

 

Mike : Dude, what's up?!

Me : You're right.

Mike : About what?

Me : My project.

Mike : Told you so.

Me : My mom will kill me. I'm a dead meat.

Mike : Nah, she won't. She'll hug you and bring you to a trip in London.

Me : London? In your dream. She won't even buy me a PS3.

Mike : Sure...

 

 

Last seen 2:00 AM, 6/2/2012

 

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7/2/2012

 

Mom : Kevin, would you tell me about your grade in History project?

Me : Hmm. (Mom will kill me!!!!)

Mom : Kevin?

Me : First of all, I would like to say that I've given my full effort for this project. I made the first draft two weeks before the deadline, and sent it just on time.

Mom : Yes, and then?

Me : Hmm it's just a C.

Mom : *hug* It's okay. I know you've given your best for it. That's why I want to give you a present.

Me : Present?

 

And she showed me a flight ticket to London.

 

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

You are online.

 

Me : Man, you're creepy. Who are you for real? A psychic? Wizard?

Mike : Hahahah. I'm just good in guessing things.

Me : Yeah right. And how good are you in this 'guessing things' thingy?

Mike : So so. Hahah why?

Me : You nailed my life twice. And they hit bull's eyes.

Mike : Told you so. Hahah.

Me : Say, I never see you in school before. I asked some friends of mine but they never heard your name before. Are you pulling my legs?

Mike : It's true. But you won't like it when you see me. You won't like the view.

Me : Rubbish! I've been meeting ugly brats and jocks and I'm not that inhumane enough to deter people away.

Mike : Sure...

 

Last seen 2:00 AM, 13/2/2012

 

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You are online

 

Mike : You wanna meet me? See me at your locker after school tomorrow.

 

Last seen 2:00 AM, 20/2/2012

 

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21/2/2012

 

I waited for Mike at the promised place. In front of my locker? What a weird place to meet. The school was about to empty now but I didn't see anyone going to my way yet. Ten minutes passed, and I gave up. "Maybe he has something else to do." I thought. And I opened my locker to take my bag but there was something caught my attention. It was a book. A thick old book that I could know just  by looking at the yellowish papers and torn out cover. Roughly I thought it's maybe decades old. And I took it slowly. Full of curiosity and terror. How could I never see this book inside my locker before. Who put it and why would he put it. To creep me out. Heh, I don't think so.

 

And meticulously, I opened up the cover, revealing the first page.

 

 

MIKE MORRISON

 1979

 

 

Mike Morrison? As in Mike? Is this his job? And why is it 1979? This is insane. I'm gonna kick his ass for this trick. I'm dead serious.

 

 

I'm not a bad person.

Why did they always beat me up.

I just want to be left alone. With my gadgets.

But why did they disturb me and punch me on my face



I never interfere their business

But why they always tease and call me names

Why? Why is it always me?

Even at home, mom and dad quarrel a lot

Dad beats mom everyday

And I'll be his punching bag

At school, it's just the same

I don't have any friends

If and only if,

Someone would willing to be my friend,

I'd have been happier during my life.

 

 

That was written in the second page of the book. And that's all. No other writings inside the book, not until I realised I heard some scratching sound from the back of it. And it shocked me out when I saw a small portion of the last page was wet with fresh blood. What's more shocking was something that was written there....

 

 

You! You!

Kevin! Yes, you!

You are my friend now!

And I won't leave you alone!

 

 

 

 

 





To Begin With (II)

“Have you heard about the river, a girl and the book?” they asked.

“Tell me about it.”

“Well, you won’t like it if I say it this way but it’s haunted.” 

“It was dated back to the 16th century featuring a young, disfigured girl with a book in her hand.  They called her “The Lady in White”. The girl would be seen holding a book but nobody really knows what is inside the book. Some say it’s a cursed book; pictures of missing children would be in every page as they were turned into a part of the stories in the book. Bad children who crept at night would be chased by her. The people who went there at night were never seen or heard from again. Few cases of missing children were reported soon after the stories got spread around the town. The legends became so well-known that people refused to even go there during the day. At least that’s what they thought."


There I was in my room, staring at the so-called-cursed book.

It was page 6.

                                   *By the time you’re reading this sentence, 

     you’re now out of sight, out of thought, out of everyone’s mind.

“Who on Earth would believe such legends? Hah. This is just a sick joke made by those townfolks. I’m done with scaring myself with this kind of shit.” I closed the book and threw it on the floor.


Forgot about the dinner downstairs, I dozed off into the dreamland.

                       The next day after school, I went to the river again. Like the first time I went there, I was still mesmerized by the beautiful scenery presented. It was really beautiful and peaceful. I spent half of my days sitting by the river and only went home when the sunset. Going to the river had become a part of my everyday routine. I told mom I had a practice at school, she believed. Day by day, I was used to being alone with the calmness offered by the river. I no longer went out with friends and whenever they asked me out, I’d just made excuses. At one absolute point, I felt annoyed with their existence. Friends stopped coming to my house. I lost my only best friend, Jake. I didn’t talk to families anymore and sometimes I didn’t care if they were or weren’t at home. I decided not to bother anymore as long as I had my special place, things would be okay. At school, I didn’t talk to people because…I felt annoyed. I felt annoyed listening to voices of people. 

                        One evening, I went home after spending my time at the river. It was all silence. I could even hear the sound of the fan spinning in the living room and my own footstep. 

“Hello?” my voice echoed through the room.

“Hello? Mom? Dad?” all I heard was the reflected voice of mine.

“Guess they went out again. It’s been a week since I last saw them. *Sigh” decided not to bother; I went upstairs to my room. I saw a book on the floor. It was the book the girl gave. 

“Well hello there, let me read you since I have nothing else to do.” picking up the book, I started to go through the pages. All the stories in there were about missing kids; with names, details and pictures included.

Amanda Striffe, 10, June 12th

Sarah Lane, 14, December 5th

Adam McGaven, 20, February 17th

Alex Hanz, 7, March 22nd

Anne River, 19, August 13th

“The person who wrote this definitely put a good effort into scaring the people in the town. Heh,”

Few minutes of enjoying myself with the short stories in the book, I came into one page with a picture that looked quite familiar to me.

“Anne River, 19, August 13th”

The girl in white dress.

“Wait, this is the girl. The girl I saw near the river.”

I flipped to the next page.

“Sean Jason, 16, April 14th”

The story of a boy who fell into the river.

I dropped the book. 

I tore the page apart.

I went downstairs.

Nobody’s at home. Still.

I went outside and noticed that the cloud didn’t even move. I couldn’t even feel the air.

They weren’t lying.

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                       My name is Sean. Sean Jason. It’s snowing outside but I already forgot how snow feels like. I could hear the kids down the street but I’m not sure anymore what happy is all about. There’s a knock on the door. 

“I’m sorry, stranger. I left the book for you now.”



Opening the knocked door,
“Hello, visitor. I’ve changed the sheet and vacuum the room, do enjoy your stay here."