Curly Hair
Curly hair, tall, and brown eyes described almost everything that he was right then. There was no exceptional skills to point out he had or anything exciting on his life to talk about. There was nothing to leave behind after it was time for him to leave this Earth. No one was going to miss him, not even a soul to remember him. He always lived on the sidelines of stuff and there was no reason in thinking that people would remember him for being on the side all the time.
The time finally came and he took the knife from the drawer; he remembers when he got this knife as a gift to his mother on an awkward last minute Christmas gift. He remembers how she embraced him and told him thanks. The cold knife rests against his pale wrist and he feels the teeth of the knife just touching him and he feels has if his heart was on his throat as it beats faster and faster. He takes a last look outside his balcony window and watches as cars speed below him and people waiting at the bus stop some listening to music and some others are talking on the phone.
He sighs.
He feels like when he was about to swim on the deep pool for the first time. His body shaking and blood rushing up and down like electricity runs through a wire. That time he had all the support from his Physical Education teaching motivating him to jump into the pool and he did and swan all the way to the other end of the pool. It was one of the proudest moments on his life and he had finally accomplished something that seemed impossible. He is sure that this time around will be the same. He takes a deep breath and presses the knife’s teeth deep into his wrist.
Blood runs down his wrist and then drips into the white floor below. He feels no pain; it was like that time he cut himself playing with his friends when he was just 7 years old. He fell against a piece of glass bottle that was on dry garden and it went so deep that blood just kept rushing out and when he went to get his mother she almost passed out on the way to the hospital. He remembers as he watched the doctors rushing in and out trying to stop the blood and he just looking at them with eyes that made every nurse that was holding his hand cry. He did not know why this was happening and he just wanted to see how the doctors were curing him. His mother passed out on the hall and the doctors had to help her. He did not understand why his mother was not with him in that moment. He screamed for her minute after minute and she did not come. Just as now, his mother is not going to come. He laughs and laughs as he feels his body screaming in pain and getting weaker by the minute.
He closes his eyes and tears roll down his eyes. He almost killed his mother the day he was born. For the last 15 years he has been reminded by her that he is killing her slow and that someday she will be gone not to bother him anymore. He lets out a weak sigh. And he says to himself “well I will be going first then mother, I do not want to continue killing you slowly… what son would want to do that?”
His body falls to side right into the pool of blood besides him. Bubbles of air form on the little pool as he lets out his last breaths. His heart stops. His curly brown hair now is dark red and is half opened right eye is flooded with blood.
When his mother arrives from the store he finds him there on the floor and runs towards him. Tries to revive him but it is too late and she lets out a scream of pain as if thousand swords were piercing her heart and passes out with him on her arms.
She cried
Swords crash amid air and break the silence of the night. Yells come from the top balcony, as guards with their swords on hand rush down to assist their master is in trouble. The cold breeze moves her hair as she points the sword against the "masters" neck and the moonlight reflects from her almost white hair. She looks to where the guards are coming and quickly moves her sharp sword...
The sharp in one clear cut, cuts off the neck of the "master" and it falls to the ground. Before the guards arrive she disappears into the night. Guards look for her but she is nowhere to be found. The sun announces its arrival by painting the surrounding mountains bright orange, devouring the darkness slowly. She reappears at the top of the mountain, and walks towards the edge with her bloody sword...
She drops to her knees and looks up towards the sky with her face still covered in blood. She sighs. Finally the revenge that her father wanted for so long was done, and the "master" was finally dead. Tears roll down her cheeks and she smiles and breaks into a hysterical laugh. The morning birds begin to sing, and at the distance the canons of the loyal army can be heard from the distance...
She knows they are coming for her and she just stays still for a bit, and then opens her arms towards the sky and closing her eyes images of her playing with her father replay on her mind over and over again. The hunting of the wild rabbits, the fishing on the open ocean and yes she can't forget the time her father forged her first sword. A small one with her initials on it. B.V., she remembers playing for hours with it.
One day the loyal army came to her small town and took every men that could bear a sword, and they took her father. Her father ordered her to hide on their secret house on top of the mountains, and she obeyed, years passed and she continued on living on her own. They got desperate because she heard no news of her father. When she asked the loyal army, they told her to f. off and as she continued her search...
On her search for answers she discovered that her father had been killed by the "master" because he did not want to do the corrupt missions he ordered. Many people told her how the "master" just played with him by killing him slowly by dragging him with his horse, then kicking him until he did not responded anymore and to finish it off, the "master" left him to bleed an underground cell hanging from his writs.
From that day forward she decided to train to be strong enough to take on the "master" and when she did, she studied day and night how the guards rotated around the palace and when the opportunity opened she attacked and killed the "master" with such delight that it had to be one of her most happy moments on her life. The marching footsteps of the loyal army are coming closer and she can already hear the dogs.
The dogs bark and run towards where she is kneel down. She smiles and the loyal guards call their dogs. One of the guards tell her to drop her sword but she just holds on to it tighter and arrows fly across the blue sky sinking deep into her back. She laughs and laughs and blood make a small lake around her. The wind stays still as she slowly hits the ground. The crows fly off at the distance, and the sky turns grey.
The Taurus and the boy
Note: Wrote it one afternoon over Facebook it just a very early draft of a long story I am working on. Wanted to share a bit of it, have fun!
There he laid on his back thinking of the many things he had done in his life and there was nothing much to show off his accomplishments as there were not that many. He sighs. He mind begins to wonder off, to a distant place, and he is no longer in the room he was before. He is surrounded by trees and a dark sky. He is confused... he tries to find an exit but there is none.
After walking around for a bit, he find himself face to face with a mystical creature that almost steps over him. It is a big Taurus or something that looks like a big bull. The creature looks down at him and asks, "What are you doing here?" He just stays quiet and trembles in a shock like state. The creature asks him once again, but he just continues shaking... The creature upset now comes so close to him....
It breathes heavily on his face and he takes all that breath into his body. It stinks like nothing he had smelled before, tears roll down his cheeks as the creature now looks more agitated. He finally, lets out a sound and the creature backs up a bit, but still looking down at him. He tells the creature that he doesn't know how he got there, and that he is lost.
A few seconds of quietness pass by but it feels like an eternity for him as the creature just stares at him tirelessly. The creature makes a sudden move and signals him to get on his back. He does as he is told and the creature gallops then slowly the scenery changes to a bright clear sky and green all around, with mountains on the distance and the cold breeze touching his face as the creature speeds up.
The creature with him on its back, ascend fast up the mountain and they get higher and higher. Finally, they arrive at the top of the mountain where he finds himself right in front of a big castle with big walls and guards on top pointing at him with bows and arrows. The creature stops and signals him to get off, he obeys. And when he looks back, the creature has disappeared. The guards let down the bridge...
And a guard cross the bridge and welcomes him. He asks him that what is his name and he tells him that, his name is his name is “Evan” the guard tells him that humans need to register with the human consul before he is allowed to wonder around the kingdom. He agrees and the guard and Evan walk across the bridge.
When Evan, steps inside the castle he is greeted by a sight of unreal objects and interesting characters. From the creatures we can only dream of, to the craziest stuff one can imagine. The guard keeps a few steps ahead of him, and he tries to take all in, but his mind just goes in a state of euphoria and shock at the same time. Something inside him jumps with joy, and wonders why he is feeling that.
The guard leads him through a labyrinth of alleys and bridges before they arrive to big mansion with two guards guarding the doorway. They open the door for Evan and he steps in, the guard that led him here stayed behind. Evan walks on a corridor of stones that is in the middle of a big garden covered in beautiful green grass and trees full of apples and other fruit.
It is a welcomed change by his nose that still wearing off the deep stinky smells of the Taurus. At the end of the corridor he sees an open door with music coming out of it. He walks fast towards it and he steps into the mansion. There he is greeted by a tall and pale woman wears too small spectacles for her big nose and big brown eyes. She asks him for his name and how he came into this world, Evan quickly gives her a quick account of the events that happened and his name. She takes out a brown book and writes down his name and the description he gave him. She scans him once again from top to bottom as if she had infrared eyes. She takes a key from her desk and hangs it to him along with a change of clothes, which look more like the locals he saw were wearing. She leads him to another room, and tells him that it is going to be his room and that he needs to rest. She parts and Evan is left on a big room with big windows where he can see almost everything that is going outside and the sun in setting down...
---To be continued---
Life Moves on and I stay still
Long time I do not post on this site and oh well don't know why... anyways after all this is my personal site. A few updates is that I have been busy and not that much time to write I miss it a lot. I wish I had all the time in the world just to write but that can't happen. I do write at times but thats mostly for my work and not for just the sake of writing and be creative. I shall get back to writing once again soon, I just need to change things a bit so it allows me time to write and to be productive at work at the same time.
A short story follows just free writing and whatever comes to my mind first. Might as well write something now that I am writing this entry.
---- Refrain from Memory----
At times she remembers when she used to be alive. Tears roll down her face as he looks her reflection on the water and the wind combs the tall green ancient grass. There is no more big brother or parents to watch over her. They have been left on the world of the living. She hated her brother and parents at times, but she would trade her life in paradise just to see them for one minute and thank them for all their love and take all in for one last time.
When she parted the living world it was in the strangest way, or at least from what she remembers. One moment she was walking back from school on her usual routine of going up a steep hill when a car out of control without brakes crashed against an electric pole and the electric cables snapped and killed her instantly. The last thing she heard was the electric cable breaking the wind. And it was all over.
For a bit she fell into nothingness; it was all pitch black around her and all the memories slow began playing backward. Memories slowly began erasing from her mind she tried to held a few of her most precious memories but it made her head hurt so much that it was a pain she had never experienced before. Eventually she passed out.
How to Kill a Spider
How to Kill a Spider
By Chelsa H.
First notice the huge brown spider crawling across the ceiling while you are lying in bed with a good book. At first be too scared to move. Spiders have never really been your thing. Realize that if it falls off the celling, it will land on you and touching a spider gives you the chills.
Scream for your husband and jump off the bed into the safety of the bathroom doorway. Watch as he comes running in thinking you were screaming for an actual emergency and try to explain this is an emergency. Bat your eye lashes while he is telling you that you are worthless and good for nothing. Smile when he slides past you cowering in the doorway and grabs a wad of toilet paper heading for the toilet, gone forever with one flush.
Say “thank you dear” as the man you married mumbles something under his breath as he is walking out of the room, back to whatever he was in the middle of before this spider interrupted you. Curl back up in your bed and think to yourself you are not worthless, you are good at getting rid of spiders.