Week 25
Being Bullied
(Adapted from bullied by JirQUEST)
“No………. please ……….. no. I don’t want to play anymore. Please. Let me go. Please ………. I don’t like it at all. Let me go. I will do anything that you want. Please…………… the boy was pleading by now. Literally begging. But his cries were in vain.
“Please………….. no. Why are you doing this to me??? I hate u all. You all are bad. Let me go!!!”
He made a puny attempt to struggle. That did not work. The teenagers only just strengthened their grip on his arms, dragging him along the ground while bellowing with laughter. He felt pain searing through his butt as the small rocks, tiny particles of stones and debris prickled him without mercy. Just like the group of teenagers dragging him. Just like their merciless and dreadful laughter. True fear erupted out of him.
He only remembered once when he got so shocked and petrified. It was when he was 8 years old. He had provoked a group of dogs when accidentally stepping on one of the dog’s tail. The 4 huge German shepherds barked ferociously as he scurried of, running for his life while they hounded madly after him. The chase finally ended when a few passer-bys came to aid him. Realising that they were outnumbered, the group of canines dispersed. By then, He was doddering like an old man, for weeks due to fear. That was the scariest encounter he ever had. Until this gang came along and picked on him because of his tiny frame. Because he could no fight back or resist.
Hot tears clouded his vision now. He could not wipe his tears away. The bullies were pulling his arms and dragging him along the concrete ground. His tears flowed freely like badly damaged floodgates beyond repair. Yet they continued, immensely indulged in their activity to notice his tears.
His incessant pleas were drowned by their laughter and taunts. They mocked at his plight as he continued crying. Like nursery rhymes they continued to chant and cheer. They were having fun, tremendous fun. But to him, it was not funny at all. No it wasn’t………
He had almost slipped into unconsciousness. All the pleading and crying had made him lethargic, too tired to even move an inch. He felt like a dead carcass, so lifeless...
Why? Why are they doing this to me? Please stop! I don’t want play anymore. I will no tell anyone. Please let me go.
He thought vaguely. He could still recall countless times of his constant pleas for help and mercy. Almost every day they bulled him, paying no attention to his bawling to stop the attacks. Everything felt so unreal.
Excruciating pain seared through him. He grasped to awful truth that his head was throbbing with pain and must have been bleeding pretty badly.
The dragging stopped abruptly. Then he heard echoes and a whiff of odour became apparent. In an instant he knew where he was. A place he had always hated. His attackers had deposited him in a garbage dumb without much leniency, without even using their thick heads to think. He yearned for someone to release him from his agonizing ordeal.
I want my mama…
“Helpppp! Help meeeee! Pleaseeeeeeeee??!!!”
He hollered hoarsely. No response. Only the rueful chirping of the birds replied him.
He tried moving his arm but it refused to respond. He could not muster all his strength and courage to move it . He was horrified of the pain.
My arm……… is broken.
“Mama!!!!! Help me!!!! Save Me!!!! Helpppp !!!!!!!!!!!”
But no one helped him despite his anguish cries. No one. And he felt himself slipping deeper and deeper into unconsciousness as he slipped slowly but surely into deep abyss. He had lost all his hope.
Wayer was never saved.
(632 words)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Friday, June 19, 2009
Week 24
The Mind Reader
(Adapted from the mind reader by JirQUEST)
He sat there pondering. Concentrating, not at his personal thoughts but hers. Placing his index finger on his lips and his thumb underneath his chin- a perfect portrayal of a man in deep thoughts as his eyes intensified at a girl 2 tables away. He was slightly amused at her jumbled thoughts, unlike may others. One moment she thought of her mother’s birthday, and the next second, about her plans for the weekend, her mind never finished its first plan before heading to the next, just like a car bustling through without brakes.
He maintained his gaze on her as he admired the sweet curves of her body and the angelic smile. Her beauty indeed was a bore of the first water. She suddenly deviated her attention to him and flashed him a smile with her thin lips. He gave an awkward nod of his head and smiled back
He’s cute…
He made a mental laugh. Someone actually finds me cute, he thought cheekily. It seemed bizarre for a person like her to even be a little interested in him. Back to reality, he found her giving him a head-to-toes scan.
Not bad… tanned… and cute. Should I approach him?
Of course u should, he replied in his head.
Wasting no time he scanned though her thoughts once more. Only this time he searched for her mind for her name, likes and dislikes. In a split second he had all the information he needed. Born in 1989, she was named Sarah, loves to eat, and is glad that no amount of food could bring out the flab. She was the daughter of a millionaire, who got down her high horse (act like an ordinary person), much to his glee on becoming rich. Every morning she would indulge herself in pop songs, and listen to classical music when she feels down. But his favourite would probably be the fact that she hates hunky guys, for he is not one.
Perhaps he should approach her? As he propounded over an already obvious answer, he suddenly felt the temptation to read her subconscious to find out about her life. It was really tantalizing, for doing it would help him find out what kind of person she really is, and just might affect his decision to approach her. It was widely accepted by the organization that the powers of mind reading be kept to good use and most felt that abusing the use of mind reading should be prohibited.
Suddenly he found himself caught in a dilemma. Just once? Just to find out her personality? It could secure his future with this lovely girl. Should he, should he, should he???
Finally he caved in. Glazing into her eyes, he plunged into her mind, found her memory, her darkest secrets.
This was bad. It was imprudent to do so. He wished he had never done it. For her darkest secrets was a living hell. The scenes of her committing murder, torturing her ex-boyfriends in cold-blood, slashing them all over, cutting them a thousand times when they are bounded and vulnerable before gouging out their eyeballs. His blood literally went to sub-hundred degrees chill enough to make him shrink back in horror. He was so taken back by the evil force that he jerked his seat back in a screeching motion.
Knocked back to reality, he looked at her again, with sweat slowly dribbling down his temples. She smiled once more, wider this time.
Oh shit no… you stay away from me… oh please, don’t ever come near me… you… you… demon.
But she did not listen. With a graceful sidestep from her seat and she was fast approaching him. He sunk back in repulsion.
“Hi… My name is Sarah,” she gave him another smile. “Can we be friends?”
(630 words)
(Adapted from the mind reader by JirQUEST)
He sat there pondering. Concentrating, not at his personal thoughts but hers. Placing his index finger on his lips and his thumb underneath his chin- a perfect portrayal of a man in deep thoughts as his eyes intensified at a girl 2 tables away. He was slightly amused at her jumbled thoughts, unlike may others. One moment she thought of her mother’s birthday, and the next second, about her plans for the weekend, her mind never finished its first plan before heading to the next, just like a car bustling through without brakes.
He maintained his gaze on her as he admired the sweet curves of her body and the angelic smile. Her beauty indeed was a bore of the first water. She suddenly deviated her attention to him and flashed him a smile with her thin lips. He gave an awkward nod of his head and smiled back
He’s cute…
He made a mental laugh. Someone actually finds me cute, he thought cheekily. It seemed bizarre for a person like her to even be a little interested in him. Back to reality, he found her giving him a head-to-toes scan.
Not bad… tanned… and cute. Should I approach him?
Of course u should, he replied in his head.
Wasting no time he scanned though her thoughts once more. Only this time he searched for her mind for her name, likes and dislikes. In a split second he had all the information he needed. Born in 1989, she was named Sarah, loves to eat, and is glad that no amount of food could bring out the flab. She was the daughter of a millionaire, who got down her high horse (act like an ordinary person), much to his glee on becoming rich. Every morning she would indulge herself in pop songs, and listen to classical music when she feels down. But his favourite would probably be the fact that she hates hunky guys, for he is not one.
Perhaps he should approach her? As he propounded over an already obvious answer, he suddenly felt the temptation to read her subconscious to find out about her life. It was really tantalizing, for doing it would help him find out what kind of person she really is, and just might affect his decision to approach her. It was widely accepted by the organization that the powers of mind reading be kept to good use and most felt that abusing the use of mind reading should be prohibited.
Suddenly he found himself caught in a dilemma. Just once? Just to find out her personality? It could secure his future with this lovely girl. Should he, should he, should he???
Finally he caved in. Glazing into her eyes, he plunged into her mind, found her memory, her darkest secrets.
This was bad. It was imprudent to do so. He wished he had never done it. For her darkest secrets was a living hell. The scenes of her committing murder, torturing her ex-boyfriends in cold-blood, slashing them all over, cutting them a thousand times when they are bounded and vulnerable before gouging out their eyeballs. His blood literally went to sub-hundred degrees chill enough to make him shrink back in horror. He was so taken back by the evil force that he jerked his seat back in a screeching motion.
Knocked back to reality, he looked at her again, with sweat slowly dribbling down his temples. She smiled once more, wider this time.
Oh shit no… you stay away from me… oh please, don’t ever come near me… you… you… demon.
But she did not listen. With a graceful sidestep from her seat and she was fast approaching him. He sunk back in repulsion.
“Hi… My name is Sarah,” she gave him another smile. “Can we be friends?”
(630 words)
Week 23
“Ouch!” Charles cried out in agony, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to step on your feet.” Exclaimed Harry anxiously. Having a neurotic personality, Harry tried to excuse himself but Charles blocked his way. He shoved Harry hard on his shoulder and taunted “ do you think just an apology will help you get away? Coward! ” It was apparent that Charles was looking for a fight. After being trusted at for the fifth time, Harry got his back up and answered back at Charles. As their argument became increasingly louder every second, I cowered at a corner, experiencing a gamut of emotions: shock, confusion, disgust and annoyance. Always on the qui vive, Mr. Sloane virtually appeared out off nowhere and approached them. Only then did I realise that the incipient fight would be neutralised.
(132 Words)
(132 Words)
Week 22
Raising his arms in a gesture of supplication, William took an a deep breath and approached his mother for approval to accompany his friends for a game of soccer. He started to fabricate a tale, promising he would work hard and improve his results. He reasoned that all work but no play would cause potential problems, such as laziness and sloppy work. William’s confident and beaming face was changing to uttermost disappointment when his mother acknowledged with a shake of her head, chiding him that no amount of flattering and apple polishing which delude her on agreeing. Dismayed that his plan was demurred again, William retreated back to his room.
(110 words)
(110 words)
Week 21
Week 21
The assassin crept through the silent, dark alley. Silhouetted against the sky, he mumbled out a curse as he continued stalking the opulent prey. The prey abruptly stopped walking, as though apprehension was scratching like a fingernail at the back of the neck. The assassin gave a sinister glare boring belligerently at the prey, clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. This prey, the scion of a wealthy businessman who had some thirty million dollars in Texas oil, caused all his misery and destitution. Pondering no more, he launched forward, and with quick nimble movements stabbed his dagger deep into his victim’s chest. The victim gasped as blood trickled down his pale quivering lips. “Brother?” He blurted out incredulously. He fell over with a thud, his eyes still opened, muttering a fulsome apology, Teh assassin triumphantly roared in laughter. He was the only sole heir to his father’s wealth.
(153 words)
The assassin crept through the silent, dark alley. Silhouetted against the sky, he mumbled out a curse as he continued stalking the opulent prey. The prey abruptly stopped walking, as though apprehension was scratching like a fingernail at the back of the neck. The assassin gave a sinister glare boring belligerently at the prey, clenching his fist so hard that his knuckles turned white. This prey, the scion of a wealthy businessman who had some thirty million dollars in Texas oil, caused all his misery and destitution. Pondering no more, he launched forward, and with quick nimble movements stabbed his dagger deep into his victim’s chest. The victim gasped as blood trickled down his pale quivering lips. “Brother?” He blurted out incredulously. He fell over with a thud, his eyes still opened, muttering a fulsome apology, Teh assassin triumphantly roared in laughter. He was the only sole heir to his father’s wealth.
(153 words)
Monday, March 23, 2009
Week 20
Week 20
Lugubrious music soothed the diners at the hotel buffet as they savoured their mouth watering food accompanied by the rich, inky, redolent wine. The tranquil environment was distured by a ear-piercing cry. “Arghhh! Helpp!” Lily yelped in terror, dropping her spoon onto the carpeted floor. Pointing a tremulous finger at the bowl, she stammered, “ Please takk…ke that… horriddd..ble bowl… out of my sight…immee…dia…tely!” Startled, the manager previously in repose, sprang out of his chair, and approached her without hesitation. “ Madam, is there anything wrong with this dish?” “Wrong? Look what’s in my bowl of porridge!” she gesticulated angrily. Irritably, he stared into the bowl , to be greeted by the unnerving sight of a cockroach swimming feebly about. With his tongue in his cheek, he apologised to her, annoyed at troubling him with such a pesky problem. Excusing himself he hurried towards the kitchen, instructing the unfortunate waiter to attend to the distraught lady by serving her a complimentary meal and apologizing to her again. With a snigger on his face, the irresponsible manager left the hapless waiter holding the bag…
(183 words)
Lugubrious music soothed the diners at the hotel buffet as they savoured their mouth watering food accompanied by the rich, inky, redolent wine. The tranquil environment was distured by a ear-piercing cry. “Arghhh! Helpp!” Lily yelped in terror, dropping her spoon onto the carpeted floor. Pointing a tremulous finger at the bowl, she stammered, “ Please takk…ke that… horriddd..ble bowl… out of my sight…immee…dia…tely!” Startled, the manager previously in repose, sprang out of his chair, and approached her without hesitation. “ Madam, is there anything wrong with this dish?” “Wrong? Look what’s in my bowl of porridge!” she gesticulated angrily. Irritably, he stared into the bowl , to be greeted by the unnerving sight of a cockroach swimming feebly about. With his tongue in his cheek, he apologised to her, annoyed at troubling him with such a pesky problem. Excusing himself he hurried towards the kitchen, instructing the unfortunate waiter to attend to the distraught lady by serving her a complimentary meal and apologizing to her again. With a snigger on his face, the irresponsible manager left the hapless waiter holding the bag…
(183 words)
Week 19
When king Andre was afflicted with megalomania, A legion of people suffered under his rein. My villagers loathed the mendacious king and wanted to murder him. King Andre tried to play possum by ignoring the villagers furious protests Under his profligate rule, the empire slowly fell to rubbles. (DRAFT)
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