Friday, November 27, 2009

2012: Fear Strucked (The Unofficial Story)

It was so freaky. And creepy. He remembered he saw his friend got swallowed up in to the cracking earth. The magnitude of the earth quake was almost immeasurable, even though the Richter scale said the magnitude was ten point four and climbing. He ran off in the other direction, but to his horror the same thing was happening around him. He saw people flying up in the sky while the underground pipes and gases lines explode because of the earthquake. He saw a red Nissan skyline flew over the house to another on coming car and the driver was still strapped onto his seat. "Not much of a safety belt" he thought, in the middle of the havoc. The red Nissan skyline crushed the other car, which was a normal, BMW Three series. The crash lead on the a pile up all the way to the back of the street. People were rushing in and out running almost aimlessly. All he could do was held onto the street light pole and pray. Then he saw a car parked at the side of the road smashed into a man which was running away, he saw the horrific incident which made his stomach sick and twist. The car slammed into the man with such force that the man, together with the car, flew onto an oncoming cement mixer truck on the other side of the housing area, slamming hard onto the front of the truck and the truck, with that much force, overturned and crushed the car, with the man still stuck, in between the truck's front steel crash bar and the car's right side doors. He saw the man's hand jutting out from the car window, while blood splattered all over the place. He closed his eyes.

He heard numerous screams and so many sounds going on that it was too fast for his ears to capture, he felt as though he could faint. But he held his position strong. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes. What he saw did not comfort him at all. The entire housing area was brought down to nothing but piles of rubble and fires and smoke. He saw some people badly injured, a lady, in her forties, lost both her legs when a truck crushed her while she was running away. He saw blood all over the area, there were so much fear and havoc, nobody dares say a word. Fear has struck them all. They remained silent and looked at each other. Nobody did anything for the past few minutes. The horrifying event ended in just a few seconds, injuring almost hundreds and thousands of people, while killing a number which was increasing rapidly. Even the fire brigade, the ambulances, military, polices, could not do anything. Everyone went into a state of shock. He couldn't believe his own eyes, what he saw was devastating... All he could do was close his eyes.

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Gazing at the sky Jonathan's son asked him, "Dad, why is it snowing here?"
Jonathan stood and said nothing. This was a bizarre situation, everything was changing. Aeroplanes scheduled to arrive in Japan reached Afrika. Ships set course for Hawaii ended up at North Pole. The whole earth was changing. Everything on earth did not matter but close friends, families, relatives, girlfriends, boyfriends, brother, sister, enemies and everyone. It wasn't a time to decide on who to argue with, or who to kill because of all this crap, or who started this shit, nobody to blame. The main objective was to save themselves. Save yourself, or save your family. Some people tried to save as many as they can. But it was all in vain. Thousands of people died, millions across the globe as news covered entire countries to cover this kind of bizarre stories but most of the journalists ended up dying. Jonathan and all his families and relatives scrambled to hide. But it was no use. Staring at the massive destruction caused by the earthquake and it made him tremble. Then he saw something that made him stiff, like a solid rock. He didn't move. He couldn't move. He felt his stomach twisting and his heart beat faster. The roads cracked inwards. He saw earth swallowing up everything in front of his eyes, but something was amiss, it was heading his direction. It was like approaching him at speeds of Mach and it was like reaching light years. He raced the other way, trying hard to escape. It was all in vain. He screamed his way down into the depths of the earth's crust. Then silence.
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The sounds of sirens and creaking metal was in the air. There was no joy, no smiling faces, nothing. It was emotionless. Meanwhile, back in Japan, Tokyo, Japan Airlines pilot, Captain Ichimaru Takaeguki was leaving the airport to meet his family when he saw his company's aeroplane, JAL 778, which was scheduled to land in Japan at 04:00 hours crashed right into the airport. Ichimaru couldn't say anything. He felt the earth shook and the next moment he saw explosions everywhere around the airport, apparently the gas lines where detached and a little spark caused a chain of explosion. Scrambling to search for a car, Ichimaru found a car and sped off in it, the only thought he had was heading home, to be with his wife and his four year old daughter. He sped off in the direction he knew was the shortest. The roads were cracking and opening up. Still, his car meter did not touch below seventy miles per hour. He reached safely to his home. The cracking stopped. Strangely. He told his wife to pack up their things. They were leaving. But to where he did not know.

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The world's in a dilemma. It wasn't the environment or the mother nature. It was a dramatic change in the universe. A once in thousands of years occurance. The shift in which, would cause catastrophe like the earth's crust breaking up, swallowing up cities and everything in it. Millions of people died, millions others displaced. The shift in the earth's crust causes the ocean depths to change and thus creating tsunamis, waves which reaches heights you have never imagined. The shift in the crust caused a stir and havoc throught the entire world, changing the north pole and south pole, affecting the magnetic force of the earth and shifting countries in miles of distances. The world wasn't prepared for this. Only the billionaires had money to take special spaceships. Ships which they called Saviours. The massive millions of tonnes ship costs billions to produce. It could accomodate unimaginable amounts of people into the ship, survivors, high rank officials, presidents and military advisors. The events took place almost consecutively, one after the other. Places which were badly hit were places which are near to coasts, like Japan, Phillipines, California, Canada, North Pole, South Pole, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, all the vulnerable spots were gone. Millions of life lost and killed. There was no time to do anything. The ships were just mere plans for humanity to survive. Various places around the globe suffered tremendously, especially poor countries like India, suffered terrible economy as the world plunges into chaos. People looting, killing other for themselves to survive, stealing, robbing, and hijacking almost any place left with resources for humanity to survive till who know's when. There were millions of refugees, running from one place to ther other, seeking for new homes to stay, but all was turned down by bizarre weather, bizarre happenings. Nobody could be a hero, nobody could be saved, the reign of humanity stands at the edge. Will we survive for the next few years to tell of this amazing story? Will we survive to tell the tale of 2012? Will we- There's nothing left to say but wait and pray. There is nothing as much as creepy and freaky as what would come in the days when the day begins. It could be earlier, it could be delayed, it could not happen, who knows? But what if it did happen? People whom you care and love, pray in your own religions, for what we know of the future, for what we know that would come before us, is all up to God. And after the events, it was truly and deeply traumatising, affecting humans physically and mentally, shocking to other people, but if so, then we would all be fear strucked.

*Note: The story above was inspired by the movie 2012. Do find somethings familiar with the movie. But not all. :D Thanks again for reading! Wait for the next title to appear! 2012: Aftermath (The Unofficial Story)! :D Thank you again for reading.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

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Two Thousand Twelve


In conjunction with the release of the apocalypse movie 2012 directed by Roland Emmerich, I would like to state my opinions on what would happen on earth when twenty first of December two thousand and twelve appears. Obviously, the movie has been a great hit. I would write a sequel, if I could, to tell the tale from my point of view. Enjoy the upcoming 2012 story, made up by me. :D


*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

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Thursday, November 26, 2009

I

Her wounds are still fresh, her hurt is still new, her sorrows are building up, her love is growing less,
and yet I made another cut in her heart, and yet I made another bruise in her heart, and yet, I made her sorrows and hurt more, and yet I made her cry in her silence, and yet, I'm no extraordinary man, and yet, I'm here to change what I have done, and yet, I'm here to begin a new chapter with you, and yet, our story ends before it started.

For now its a new book, for now its a new title, for now I'm just gonna be..... me.

For now I will alter my heart, for now we will make a new start, for now i will hold your hand in the crowd, for now i am desperate to reach your heart, for now love is just an art, for now my love is like a dart, and for now I will fully take part, for now I will touch your heart.

Because everything that you do, makes you solidly beautiful, for everything you do, makes you pretty cute, for everything that you do, you are unique one to two, for now that did i tell you? I will love you no matter what, I'm here to stand by your side, in every trouble we'll find a way, and yet we are on restart, and yet now that you have a fragile heart, and now I will keep it safe and sound, and now I will put it, close to my heart.

For everyday is a new day, for everyday is a special day, for everyday I am thinking of you, for everyday I am going crazy for you, for all that I know, I am intensely in love with you.

I now want to treasure your heart, I'm sorry I made a scar, I hope it recovers soon enough, for now I am in my car, i am lots of dough, I would take you on a row, with movies and snacks and a lil romance, i hope we achieve where we start.

And I hope to treasure your heart, because its fragile and hard, i will soften it when its right, when the time is right i will spill, and when the time is right i will kneel, and when we're finally adults, i would give you a surprise, with a glitter of sparkle, and no more linger, i hope we marry and know that we are right!

Simple logic, simple plan, simple pimple, simple dimple, sweet sweets, sweet smile, radiant beauty, perfectly elegant in every direction!

A lil thought a lil peace, a lil kiss would make you miss, a lil hug by the car, a lil make out in the bar, a sweet picnic and a romantic dinner, you are definitely slimmer, with nice curves and cute poses, just like lil red roses, stuffed with pudding and wine, tastes like sweet lime, walking through the line, makes you officially mine, in a simple display of mime, i hope that loving you is alright.

Sorry for my mistakes, sorry for my accuses, for for making you angry with curses, silently I regret my words, openly I smile with a heavy heart, silently crying myself to sleep, its something I deserved for what I said.

Please forgive me and do help me, for you are the one person who makes my heart melt like ice, who made voice sweet and nice.

Thank you for forgiving me, i hope God bless you everyday, now that I'm seeing you again, i hope there is chemistry.

Thinking of you every single day, hoping to be with you in a day, praying to marry you in a year, getting kids is what we deserve. :)

Writing this down I have, sending this I haven't, I will explain when I send, if I see you in the next cycle! :D

Notes: Story-poem varies from the original collection. Done by bwyc©2009. Thank you for your cooperation. Have a nice day.


*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

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Sunday, November 22, 2009

At The End of The Galaxy

"Settings set. Location confirmed. Setting course to Planet NMZ, location Honeymoon Sector 7, Quadrant Zetha. Cruising range set. Powering up primary and secondary engines. Third and fourth engines powered up. Standing by engine five and six. Fart* holes fully operational. All systems check. No configuration files malfunction. Systems fully operational. Undocking sequence initiated." the A.I on board the ship speaks as the green screen scans for malfunctions throughout numerous systems and operation.

"Undocking sequence part one enabled. Releasing power cables."
"Power cables released. Locking hatch."
"Hatch locked. Releasing hatch."
"Hatch released. Engines five and six powered. Reversing thrusters."
"Undocking sequence part two enabled. Mechanical arms operational. Five meters from dock. Fifteen meters from dock. Thirty five meters from dock. Distance safe."

The ship jerked a little while the mechanical arms detached from the ship. The ship was moving slowly, very slowly. I sat at the cockpit and waited for the A.I to prepare for hyper drive mode.

"Whoa. My first ever romantic dinner with my girlfriend of five years. I mean not to say that we haven't gone to any romantic dinner before. But yeah. Anyway, it was all, well, as you know, down to earth. Haha. But well. Now's the first time ever we are having our dinner somewhere else, the mark of our sixth anniversary. It was in the month of September. September 15th 2045. Our most memorable honeymoon was a trip to Europe. That was three years ago. Then we stayed back at Florida, Miami, to be more specific. Well our relationship has gone through a lot of dilemmas. And I'm telling you, a lot. But, so. The day Stokes Corporation launched their first Spaceship, the Cruiser. Which could travel to Mars in a week and then travelled to Pluto in the following five months. That was technology. That was the breakthrough. But that happened like fifteen years ago. Since then, the economy raised. Conversion of currency became so large that every two years there would be a recession. Stokes Corporation made the world economy imbalanced. But that was then. Now it is balanced. But before that it was expensive to travel in space. It was worthed about a few thousand dollars to travel just to the moon. But still, marriages were made up in space during that time. Anyway. Back to this. She's the most unique girl I've ever met. She would go crazy with her friends, everytime she is with them. She can become as sweet as sugar at times and as bitter as medicine at times. She just have the perfect balance. Anyway, this is a surprise for her so shush it! And oh dear, she's here. Bye-"

"Where are we going Rod?" Samantha asked while clutching her waist.
"Er. Somewhere you haven't been to honey." I answered, looking away.
"Really. Where did you get this ship anyway?" She questioned me like an interrogation officer.
"Erh. Its, somewhere behind my backyard. So. You know."
"Oh. I forgot. You stay in a ten million dollar mansion."
"Its not ten million dollars, seven million."
"Right. So where are we going. You haven't answered. Don't go bla bla blah on me."
"Erm. Okay. Heading somewhere. Oh come on. Don't you know what day is it today? Its twelve forty in the morning. You need some sleep. Go take some rest. We'll be there by morning."
"Oh. Right. Right." she answered snapping her index finger and thumbs together, creating a snapping sound. "I'm sleeping now. Night dearie. No naughty dos."
"Yes dear, I know you for so long." I said with an expression on my face.

I stayed in the cockpit while she went into the room to sleep. There were fifteen bedrooms, thirty five bathrooms and six jacuzzis. One massive kitchen, one large guest room and one entertainment room. The entertainment room has fifty percent of movies that are played in cinemas around the globe. It has a ten player PlayStation Seven version 7.8 and thousands of games. There is a place for karaoke and a small garden with the size of a house to play with. There was a playground, size of two houses. The ship's name was Cruiser. It was about four football fields in length and three football fields in width. It was massive. The engines are so huge that if you stand next to it, its like you are standing next to a four storey buiding. That ship was a present from my father to me. It still runs, for one decade. With nuclear engines. It was worth a few trillion of dollars to built, but lasts for about five decades. Still new.

It takes the entire night to fly from Earth to the destination. Trust me, its superbly awesome. I can't tell you know, you know. But. I'm pretty sure I would snap some pictures of us together. And there would be more surprises for her! I know how much she loved surprises. Anyway, the time now is one fifty five in the morning, Miami time.

I remembered the days when we were together. Holding our hands, and I'm gona tell you, her hands are smoother than any surface you have ever touched. Her heart can be very sensitive at times, but she's normally herself, which I totally loved. She has the best smile any other girl didn't have. She has the most beautiful eyes any guy has ever seen, and she has the most amazing voice any other girl would have. She was beautiful, elegant looking, standing about four feet a few inches tall, perfect body line, has the smoothest palms, a sweet smile, nice personality, even though she can be quite demanding at times. But oh well, she has everything balanced out, perfectly. And oh, did I mention she has the sweetest voice too? My, the first time I heard her voice, I remembered I fell and broke some bones, but it didn't bother me because her voice was like glued to my ear. Still, it took me months just to get a girl like her. Besides, did I tell you? She's way younger than me. The journey there was kinda fast. You'd see stars on your left and right. You'd see revolving blue lights, it can reach seriously far away, detected by astronomers in the year 2000 till 2010.

Anyways. It's like four in the morning now. I'm gona catch some sleep while the A.I takes control.

"Autopilot set. Default settings applied. Goodnight Captain Rodney."

It suddenly became bright. I felt a little heat on my face. Waking up from my slumber I looked out the reinforced window panes which are locked with reinforced titanium hull, to with stand the pressure. Looking in front of me I saw a huge docking station.

"Approaching No Military Zone Honeymoon Space Station Dock(NMZHSS). Speed reduced by ninety percent. Reducing power output to all engines. Shutting down Nuclear engines. Setting up fuel cell battery pack. Fart holes enabled. Six thousand meters."
"Five thousand meters"
"Speed reduced by one hunderd percent."
"Four thousand meters."
"Three thousand meters."
"Two thousand meters."
"One thousand meters."

"Cruise ship Rod at number 377587, dock at luxury VIP port. Welcome Sir."
"Thanks operator."
"welcomed sir."

The A.I spoke, "To all crews of Cruise Ship, please be notified. Docking sequence in T minus One."
"Docking sequence initiated. Part One commenced."

"Cruise Ship 377587, you are cleared to dock. Hangar doors are opened. Standard procedures commenced."
"Roger. Thanks for the info." I replied through the Data Transmission Booster or normally known as DTB.

"Entering Hangar Sector 1, docking number 377587. Three meters from power cables."
"One meter from power cable."
"Ship stopped. Power cable attaching in two seconds. Mechanical arms deployed. Commencing de-pressurization."
"De-pressurization complete."

While the machines were doing their job, I did mine.

"Samantha! We're here!" I called out to her from outside the door.
I heard grunts and she said, "Coming in a minute."
"Okie dokes. Hurry! We've docked!"

A few moments later she came out. The moment the door open, my jaws hung out. She looked superbly beautiful in her pink and purplish dress. Her hair isn't tied, as always. But her fringe was pushed back, so it made her look beautiful. Stepping out of the door she said, "Where are we dear?"
Stunning for a moment, I caught my breath and said, "Oh. The place you've always wanted to go."
She looked surprised and said, "The restaurant at the corner of the galaxy?!" almost screaming.

By then, if you did not noticed her gleaming eyes, you're definitely a noob. Her eyes were glittering and sparkling. She hugged me and said, "Thanks! I love you!"

"Er yeah. We are at the restaurant at the corner of the galaxy." I said, still stunned by her appearance.

We exited the hangar and went to what we call space taxis. They deliver you to where you want to be. The fares isn't cheap. But oh well, for love, money's not the problem. We went into the taxi. It was the size of four massive trucks combined together. It has compartments for almost fifteen people and a cargo hold for all your items. The time was six thirty.

"Destination sir?" the driver asked.
"Erm. Where to Sam?" I asked her.
"Erm, I don't know. The restaurant at the corner of the galaxy?"
"Ahh, the Honeymoon restaurant." replied the driver. "Set. We're moving. Put on your safety belts, rough atmosphere ahead."
"Yeah sure." we replied, almost in sync.

The journey took a few hours. Planet NMZ isn't what you think it is. It has so many destination for couples, a Planet usually called Hollywood Two or the Honeymoon Planet. At eight thirty we arrived in our destination, a restaurant, floating on the edge of the Milky Way. We do not know, but that planet is located at the edge of our solar system. Manufacturers took almost two decades building the restaurant. The restaurant was awesome. Everything felt like on Earth. The restaurant looked like a huge cube floating in space, but its actually moving, with the gravity of Planet NMZ below. The restaurant cost a massive quadrillion to built, but with the recession on during that time, it went down to trillion of dollars to build. And now, it seems so majestic.

Amazed at the restaurant, Sam hold my arm, the look on her face said that it was impossible we are there, at that exact moment. It felt as though it was all a dream, but, it was not, just a dream. It was a dream come true for her. I've saved every dollar for the trip to here, for five years. We stopped at the door towards an escalator leading all the way to the restaurant. Below the restaurant was like a dock or dropping off station, where space taxis drops off passengers. It takes about a few minutes to dock and get the passengers out. So we waited.

After it was complete, we were inside the restaurant. Holding hands we looked at the glass door infront of us. It was five inches thick. The windows were made out of reinforced plastic and glass, like bullet proof windows, but inserted with a kind of substance which made it ten to twenty times stronger. The waiter looked on at us and smiled.

"Welcome to the Restaurant At The Corner of The Galaxy. Today we are directly at the edge. So enjoy your moments. Which location do you want sir, miss?" he said with an Indian accent and bowed as a sign of respect.
"Maybe we should take the one facing the entire universe." I replied.
"Sure thing. Here, let me show you your table."

We followed him to a location with nothing, but just glass all over. It was rather cool and there were love songs playing from the nineteen hundreds to the twenty first century love songs. We sat, facing each other. Looked at the menu and she gasped. I smiled and told her, "Relax. Its not that expensive as I would have thought."
She smiled and said, "That's sweet of you dear."

I smiled back. We had our lovely breakfast with other galaxies overlooking us, the nearest was Andromeda, could be seen with a telescope from the restaurant.

"This is so beautiful." she said with a smile on her face. Gosh, that smile melted me heart.
"Yeah. And so are you." I replied.

She then gave me a sweet look and said, "So, is that all?"
"Haha. Nope. There's more to come. Relax. Our time's not in yet right?"
"Oh. What time is it?" she asked.
"Nine fifty."

She smiled. "Okay. What's your surprise now?"

Looking around and looking at my watch, it displayed ten o'clock sharp. With my heart racing faster and faster, my nervousness came into me, making me stammer a little bit but soon I gained control of myself and asked her the question, "Samantha James Morrison, would you marry me?"

The exact day, exact time and a romantic location is where we got married. Three years from then on it seemed unbelievable. I was only twenty eight and she was twenty three when we got married. And at the end of the galaxy was where I proposed to her. It all seemed so romantic, a blue revolving light a few million light years away, could be seen from the restaurant. It was magnificent. And after all, the most romantic place to be was at the end of the galaxy.

*Fart holes: Fart holes are tubes which are located at the front, on both left and right of a spaceship to even out the center of the ship, it basically makes your ship travel from A to B, not A to C. Get the meaning? Fart holes are propelled by nitrogen gas, some by carbon dioxide, and ignited with ten spark plugs to produce a small jet or jerk to the ship to move from one side to the other. It was like steering left and right in a car.

*Note:The above story is absolutely fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive. The story is 100% copyrighted and should not be reproduced in any form by any means possible. Thank you and enjoy reading.

Regards, the Author

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Sunday, November 1, 2009

Memories

I hear murmuring. I listen to the silence when it gets darker. I see lights, not bright, it was dimmed, it was so silent. I couldn't stand it. But I could not move a muscle. I felt so tired and lifeless. I felt sharp pain on my hands, I felt a plastic surrounding my face, covering me with fresh air? I sense my heart rate was fast and irregular. I get nervous when the murmurs stops. My heart rate would increase almost unsuspectingly. I feel so lazy to open my eyes.

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Memories. All that's left was memories. Between you and me. Just memories. Nothing else. Memories of us together here and there, laughing and kidding. I missed those days. Memories of when you told me what had happened, I felt moved, touched, did I mention deeply? Yeah, deeply moved. But its all just lingering in my mind. Nothing else. Just the picture of you, the largest portrait ever found in my few kilograms of brains. Its all just...memories. oh how much I dread being in my mind so much, I can't focus, I can't concentrate, I can't... Wait. To be with you. If.. If.. If only I was conscious during our times together, I would have noticed, but it was wholly, entirely, massively my fault. No one else. I should have noticed every single inch of you that is pure, kind, loving, sweet, cute, caring. Every single- but its too late. I should have treasured you, known you more, but I did not asked a question about you. I did not. I was being selfish. I was being- oh gawd. I'm stuck in my own self regret. I regret for everything that I have done. I have never said this before but, I regret. I regret! But I didn't know your family was a in a dilemma. I did not know. Even though I knew I thought it would end quickly, but it seemed not. I made you angry. I made you mad at me. I made you... Sigh. Hate me. Sigh.

You don't know how thankful I am to know you. You don't know how thankful I am to have known you five percent better. That's better than one percent for me. I know you are mad. If only you gave me a chance. How sad your life is I didn't know. I was indulged in the idea that you loved me. It is true. I'm telling you the truth. But now that I know, it is too late. It is already insignificant for me to say anything. But I say it anyway. I want you to know. I want you to know how much I think of you everyday. Every single day, every single second. But you left. You left me. You left me speechless, you left me with a part of my heart. I made you angry. I made you leave me. I made you angry.. I made you... Hate me.

In my memory we smile. In my memory you disturbed me a lot, you wanted my attention. I didn't give you any- or I did gave you a minimal attention. I do not know. In my memory we are happy. In my memory we are friends. In my memory, you were everything to me. In my memory was my ego. My ego was so massive.

But but what am I doing here?

I gasped. Everything around me seemed weird. "I am not in heaven right?" I asked myself, staring at things which seemed familiar, but I didn't know what it was. I had no clue what they were called. I glanced around. I see nobody. I looked at my hands, I see a wrist paper written, 'Patient: Benjamin Douglas #53' I relaxed on my bed. I looked around me again and again. I saw a window. I got up, suddenly my heart felt pain. I sat back. Unable to move. Just then, I heard a fast beep tone. I looked to my right, looking at it the word read, 'Emergency', was blinking. I sighed without knowing. I lied down. A lady in a uniform came.

"Hello. How are you doing Mr. Douglas?"
"I'm fine Miss-" I was staring hard at her name tag. "Miss Sandy."

She smiled. And then told me, "Relax sir. Your heart isn't perfect yet. Doctors did a by pass. Don't worry. You'll live for longer years. We'll monitor you."
I smiled back. Understanding half of what she said. I sat back and was soon asleep. I felt so tired. This was where my dream came in.

I was standing with her. Just us both. We held hands. Our background was a huge cake, together with a man with a tux suit and a lady in a white gown. The gown made the little model so pretty, it was her face. Staring back at her, it was the same person, looking at the male model shrieked me, it was me! It wasn't really a nightmare though. I smiled at her. Then we kissed. And cut. I suddenly was awaken by my own nightmare. I looked up into the white ceiling, thinking of this girl. I sat in the bed for a moment. Then I looked around. I paged for a lady with the uniform. I waited, I pressed the button, 'Emergency' and calmly waited for her. Another lady entered the room. She looked at me and asked me,"Are you okay?"
"Yes. Can you explain what happened to me?" I quickly get into my topic.

She sighed and said, "You fainted on floor two, room i-5509, clasping your chest. We quickly rushed you to ER. Your heart beat had stopped for one minute. We still have chance. Then we did a by pass and now you are here."
"Oh." I said shortly. "How long do I have to stay here?"
"Depends. If your heart is strong, you can get off within a week, or else, months."
"Oh." I said again, putting my head in a sulking position. "Okay. Thanks."
"Welcome." came her reply and she walked off.

I sat in the hospital for a few days more. Then I was what they called, discharged. I did not know where to go. But I had a house in my mind, I'm not sure who's house, but I wanna get there as soon as possible. I paced to the bus stop. Sitting there I wandered about so many things. I sat still. Suddenly a rush of memories lead me to her house. Instantly like a robot, I got up and walked, and walked. And walked. I never stop, I just continued walking, the girl's image portrayed in my head, the biggest portrait ever. Her face was cute, she had a nice and sweet, warm smile. She has two dimples which made her cute when she smiled, her eyes sparkle every time she smiled, her fringe was down from her top middle down towards the right, her hair was shoulder length, tied back, she looked like an angel to me. I never knew who she was. She just randomly appeared in my dream. I kept walking, keeping her image in my head. Never wanting it out. After a few hours of so called hiking, I reached my destination. I stood in front of the house. It felt somewhat awkward and the feeling of strangeness? Staring at the house was a stainless steel gate, coated in silver, the fences was made out of bricks, I saw two altars at the right, I heard water pouring out, a small fish pond. I saw one Toyota and one Naza car. I saw the grill tinted with silverish-grey, the door was brown, the windows was about human height. I stared. Trying to get the haywire and traffic jam out of my mind. I can't, it was as though it was blocked by a firewall or an access code.

I then saw a small button. I pressed it. After awhile the door opened. I saw a lady standing at the door, staring at her and she staring at me she said this, "Nanti, saya panggil ma'am"
I stunned. I didn't know a word she was saying! The another lady appeared. Now she seemed familiar I thought to myself.

"Hey Benjie. What are you doing here? How did you come?"
I stunned. I didn't know what to say. "I..er. I don't know. May I know who are you?" I said stammering.
"Oh. Yeah. Your sister is not here. She's on her way home. She just left."
"My? My sister?" I said. "Who's she?"
Letting out a sigh she brought me in. The house seemed all familiar for me. I saw a 50 inch Plasma TV, whatever it is called. I saw the white tiles, and something caught my eye, a pink colour decorated handphone. It was switched on. Slowly I picked it up. The lady stopped and studied me. I stared at the phone and said, "This looks familiar."
She smile and replied, "Its my daugther's. You remember her? Amelia?"
I stunned at her name. Slowly I read the contents of the phone. Slowly I went through her messages, her inbox, her files, musics, contacts. Everything till I reached the file named 'Picture'. I opened the file. I stunned as it was the very girl I see in my dream. I sat back and stared at her pictures. Slowly and unknowingly my tears flowed out. I didn't know why. I just sat and the tears came out. Just flow out like a river, like rain, raining down on earth. I just cried. I guess I really wanted her. I looked at the nice lady, she looked at me, her eyes are red, I see water running down her eyes, I didn't say anything. Then I noticed a boy standing about a few feet away. He looked at me and said, "Hi."

I stared at him and replied in a sobbing voice, "Hi."
"You remember me? I'm Kenny."
"Yes. I think." I replied. Slowly remembering his face somewhere near my house, where was my house?
Then the nice lady said, "Its okay Benjie. Its time to show you, where she is."
"She's here?" I asked quickly. "I wanna see her. I need to tell her something. I need to tell her urgently."
"No she is not Benjie. She left."
"She left? How can she run away from home?"
"No Benjie, not run away. She's not here anymore."

I felt the pressure on my chest. I can't believe what she was saying, how can she say her own daughter is what I feared most? Dead? No. That's not ncie to tell someone about your daugther. I looked at her and said,"Impossible. She's here. She's somewhere here! I know she is! Sh'e in school right?" I sort of screamed. I ran up to her room, it was packed nicely, a picture hung on the wall. I broke down. Completely broke down and cried. I can't believe she's gone so fast. She's only 18!
Stammering I asked her mother, "What- What happened?"
"She had a fall and she had a blood clot in her brain. She didn't fight. But she did left us all a note."
I quickly looked at her and asked, "Where is it?"
"There." she pointed out on her pillow.
Quickly I took the note, it read;

Nothing. Just a picture of her.

"Whats' the meaning of this?" I demanded.
"In memory of Amelia. This one's for you. I hope she forgives you."
I didn't say anything but just cried. The entire day I stayed in her room. I couldn't believe it. Then the very next day I woke up in her room, on the floor.

"Its time Benjie. We're going to see her."

Quickly I woke up and rushed behind her mother. We drove to the cemetary. When we reached there I calmed myself, thinking this was all just a sick lie and a very deep sick joke. I followed them. Then I saw a carved stone with her name on it. I knelt down and instantly wept. Nobody said anything, they watched me throw the grasses around, fling myself to the tree, throw the dead branches, throw stones. They watched and silently cried.

"There is nothing left to say when someone leaves earth. There's only memories left. So treasure everyone you love, for you do not know when they might or will leave earth."

Only memories of her. Memories...


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Friday, October 30, 2009

Reminder

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A little Introduction!

Quickly I grasped the button with the word written 'Emergency' and pressed it numerous times.

Haha. Yeah, you might think I'm just one desperate old fool. Ha. You got that right. I admit. Fine.

Whispering a prayer of condolences I shot my target. He dropped and fell instantaneously. Like a vegetable stalk being let up vertical. The body was lifeless. I kept watch as the whole place turned haywire. I backed away...

And there you go! The latest read, Silence! :D Enjoy reading~ :)




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Silence

Staring into her beautiful eyes I sighed. I knew all my past was my fault. I knew all my wrong doings was well, my fault. But..But. This is sudden. This is something I didn't know which could end up like this. I didn't know it would end up in a way, like this. In this frikking condition. I blame myself. Really. I blame it all to me. All, just focus your darn lights at me, its me. Yes me. I knew I shouldn't have hurt her. I knew it all along, but boy was I sucked into my own selfish world. Yeah, now I know how much it hurts. It hurts me so bad, even the happiest song made me cry. But. I didn't know. I didn't. I... Didn't... Know.. That it would end up like this. Holding her smooth palms I looked on her face. I see her eyes closed, the plastic thing fits just nicely between her nose and mouth. She was breathing, duh. I stared blankly at her and did not notice my eyes was beginning to be watery. I sighed with a deep sigh and cried. It was quiet. The entire hospital was quiet. Thank goodness I negotiated with her mum and let me stay her to accompany her. The hospital was dead silent. I glanced at my watch, it was three in the morning, right. I sat there and cried and cried without stopping, I was hoping to drain out all my tears. No, I can't hold it back any longer. No, I can't. I did not notice anything, but then I dozed off, I think. I woke up to find the dark skies are slowly clearing. It was five forty in the morning. Nothing in my life was ever that special and precious. Nothing. Except when she stepped into my life and made a difference. She made a whole new me. A whole new me. I'll say that again, a whole new me. I lied down beside her and closed me eyes. Hoping for her to wake up. she did not move an inch. Still, I put all my hope in her, hoping that she would wake up sometime soon. But it was all to no avail. I lied down, and instantly my mind shifted into a moment when we were not even together, we were only friends. I know, but I still loved her no matter what. She made me loved her. We were doing good together, but weren't that close enough. I wasn't thinking of asking her any sooner or later, which I sighed I didn't. At least if we were couples it would make a slight different, but the slight different means so much to me. I was being myself, dumb, silly, wacky kinda person, lame, and laughing with an accent. She was being herself. Complaining to me about guys telling her they loved her. Complaining this and that to me, strangely, I enjoyed listening to them. But everyday, my love for her doubled, doubled, tripled, quadrapled. You name it, I don't care, cause love can't be measured. Can it? But I remembered that dreadful day, that cursed day of my life. I knew after that she was okay. But I was being dumb and naive and also, childish. I asked you the wrong questions. I asked you the wrong topics. It was like I was trying to hit a jackpot in a 4D game, biut instead I dropped to just consolation. I never did hit the jackpot. Did I? I felt dumb founded and speechless. She was the hardest girl I'm going to get, but I will get her anyway, even if it requires my life. You see, my life ain't that important. Its just, nothing, I'm like a servant, slave during the Egytian times. Nothing, like dust. I guess that was why I was in love with military too. I needed love, but all I got in return was hurt, anger, depression, desperation and sometimes I leaved myself alone. I would indulge myself in military machines, weapons of mass destruction, missiles, torpedoes, attack helicopters, jet fighters, guns, games anything that could cure me from my all my downside. I wouldn't mind being Punisher someday. Haha. Yeah, you might think I'm just one desperate old fool. Ha. You got that right. I admit. Fine. What's the point to acting when you aren't that kind of person at all? I do not like that. Oh yes, I'm a sadist. I picture myself with a sniper rifle in my hand, gripping the handle tight, I kept my eyes on my target, setting them into my scoping sights, aiming just nice on the forehead. He didn't see me. He can't see me. We're invinsible. Whispering a prayer of condolences I shot my target. He dropped and fell instantanously. Like a vegetable stalk being let up vertical. The body was lifeless. I kept watch as the whole place turned haywire. I backed away...

But really, honestly I did not know she would end up in this manner. I did not know, but I'm sorry, she would end up on this hospital bed instead of me. I was hoping for myself to get an accident and just lay there and die. I asked my sisters for forgiveness already. Now's my parents. But I know, I wouldn't mind dying, that's the best way to cure myself from loveless, though I know God's there. But anyway. it was her- why wasn't it me? Why is this world so unfair and vice versa??! I wanted to be the one who forgets her and be on the bed and slowly die a torturing death, nah, kidding. I would like to die as fast as possible. No delays. But honestly, I have becomed a straight forward person, although I'm not one hundred percent straight. But I do not like to jump around the bush, you know what I mean? lol. But just in a series of unfortunate events it became like this, what hell. As I lay there, I remembered the questions I asked, the hurt I felt when she answered me, but I took the courage to forget it all, I know I shouldn't have asked her to read my blog. I knew it. But I was being such an ignoring basterd. I ignored my feelings and thought positively, "Hey! She's gonna like this." But in the end, it doesn't even matter. She's gone now. Away from my side, not dead. Don't think wrong. She's away from my side, dodging every possible way out of my sight. Even the closest, tinniest hole, she would fit just right in. I remembered she praised me, saying I was perfect. I guess she took it all back. *Chuckles8 I know she would never enter my blog ever again, I wouldn't be surprise if she deleted me from her account. But that is too much. I don't know. I'm feeling so regretful now. As the old saying, the rice has turned to porridge, meaning there is no way to turn that porridge into rice, there isn't. This is what I call a dead end. Recently I replaced my wallpaper to her. It's just so painful, I wished at that spot I would just frikking get heart attack and say goodbye to everyone. haha. If only. But no, I know I live for a reason. I know I have my chores and points in life. But, I'm still searching it out. But really, looking at strangers I kept thinking in my mind, nobody has ever met a girl like her before. She was the cutest, sweetest thing you can think off. The perfect girl for me. But, I guess I just disqualified her. But really, no hard feelings. I'm not mad at her at all. No. In fact, I am telling the truth now, I'm embarrased. I'm totally embarrased. One quadrillion times, maybe infinity. I wanted to do something about it. I consulted my sister, she asked me to tell her mother. That's the only way. But try being in my position, hey, I have feelings too man! I'm not a rock solid robot! - How I wish I was an animal. Just live, eat, sleep, mate, die. That's it, all fair and square, but, thankful to live in this world without peace and a lot sins. Haha. Really. Now I know why she hated the world so much. But still. I am beginning to hate this world too, imaging it to be something dreadful like partial hell or something. I don't care whatever she thinks of me. I just want her. Sounds desperate to you? No? You're weird. Or maybe you are like me, emotionless. But then. I suddenly jerked up, I heard a low beeping of sound. My eyes widened. Quickly I grasped the button with the word written 'Emergency' and pressed it numerous times. Immediately a nurse and doctor came rushing into the room and by her bed. The nurse asked me out, quite rude, but I was feeling dumb, numb and speechless. I was praying for a miracle to happen. A really real miracle. The doctor and nurse was in there a few minutes, then more and more minutes, I started to worry, I contacted her mum, and asked her mum not to ruch to the hospital, they're doing all they can. She just said okay and hanged up. I felt sorry. I felt so many things in my mind. I do not want her to go away so fast. She's so young. Silently I prayed a prayer. A few minutes later, the doctor came out, her mother was pacing, I could hear her footsteps. He came to me with a relieved face and said, "She's fine."

I sighed and tears begun to run down my cheeks, her mother, looking at my tears, cried. I looked behind, not noticing her, then I told her, "She's fine." And put my hands on her back to calm her down. Her mum replied, "Why did you cry?"

"Tears of joy." I said. "Tears of joy." I repeated. Her mother smiled and sighed. I walked into her room. Looking at her in bed with the transparent tubes, the water pack hung on a vertical point, a transparent tube was inserted into her wrists, I saw two injectors with a bright red colour filling up on her left hand, I see a white tank with red letters bearing "Oxygen, O2". I looked down at her. She wasn't moving. Her chest was going up and down, up and down. I sat by her bed and held onto her smooth palms and whispered, "I'm really sorry about what I have done. Please forgive me. I know you hate me for whatever I said in my blog, but please, that was sometime ago, please just let it go and forgive me. I promise you I would be another man. I promise you I would be someone you'd want, the guy or man of your dreams. I promise. I'll promise to give all the love that you want, all the things that you want. Anything. Just don't leave me now, don't leave us, your parents, family, friends, please."

Then I felt a sudden jolt. It was a sharp pain stinging my chest. I grabbed my chest, but my chest was flat, so I pressed my chest to calm the pain down. It was no use. I let go off her hands, that was where I felt a grip. I stared at her, her head moved slowly, her eyes were trying to open, I stared at her eyes, my eyes were in such pitiness what I felt tears coming down again, I was crying, then I let her palm off, I saw water coming out form her eyes, I dropped to the floor, I went unconcious. I didn't feel anything.... No. Nothing. All I felt was a cold chill. And all I heard was silence.....

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Thursday, October 29, 2009

Apologies

Staring into the wall I sighed. My room's posters was replaced by her pictures. I feel like tearing it all down. But I can't. She's just too dear to me. We barely knew each other. But I fall head over heels for her. She was my world. She was my everything. She was my inspiration, she was my destined wife. She... is my fantasy. But I blew it all out. Stupid me. I did not think. I wrote and wrote. I felt anger in my heart, little did I know, that was the devil's plan all along. Now its up to me to solve it. I have to gain her back. No matter how hard I tried, how many years it takes, how many days of my life I think of a plan to get her back, I won't care. All I would do is try to get her back. First. It seemed hard. I thought she was someone different, which she was, but I tried to understand her by asking questions, till I hit the wrong topic, but I wanted to know the answer desperately. After all, I am, desperate for her. I'm serious. I'm so desperate I could do crazy things. She might be smiling now. She might be happy with her friends, but not me. Somewhere, someone in this world is feeling so lonely and rejected. Somewhere, someone in this world is feeling hurt, somewhere, someone in this world is crying. That would be me. I'm thinking of ways to approach her to start a new. I hope to start a new, after knowing what hell she have been through. I should have known, she's always more sensitive than me, after what she has gone through, I couldn't imagine breaking her broken heart. I really- can't. I wanna try to make it up to you. I hope you cool down and relax when I say all this. I hope you are prepared for the truth. Don't worry. It won't hurt a bit, I promise, and I promised you much more than that but I broke it. I'm now indulging in my own desperation. I'm now sulking in my own sadness, not anger. I'm so stupid, why? Why did I ever hurt you like that? Why? Why have I done this wrong to you? I am such a fool. Not you. I take back all my curses and angers against you. All of it. I do not hate you, I loved you too much. Words can't describe this feeling. This feeling of desperation and anxiety creeps up on me like an enemy. I wanna counter it, but I'm not strong enough without you. I know you have liked me first, and you've had success in getting me to love you back. Haha. Nice one. Its easy to love me. Really. You really wanna know? Just tell me you love me, once a day, tell me you miss me once a day, you'll send me sky high to Pluto. Hehe. Do please also listen to this song, What Makes You Different - Westlife. I will sing it to you if you would not mind. I would change my entire life just to be with you, that's how love can change me. Love has a deep meaning for me. When I say I love you, I mean it. When I say I miss you, I mean it too. Its okay if you don't really miss or love me. As long as you have feelings for me, I'll accept you. Now I know, I do not care. I want to be with you no matter what. I know you hate me for what I wrote. I know you hate me because I said bad things about you. I'm sorry. I did not mean it. I said it out of anger. I'm sorry, please forgive me. I know you are very sensitive, just like me. But, you are a lil more sensitivier than me. lol. :D But its okay. I like sensitive girls. :)

And as I write this things down in my journal, I hope I would put some note in every single boy, guy, man and all men around the world, treasure every girl you get, they are all different. And now all I have to do is get her back. I know it'll be awkward, I know you'll feel really weird and I know, you'll feel annoyed quickly when you hate someone. But I don't care. As long as my heart beats, you'll always be in my mind. So now I'm gonna say this. And I'm gonna repeat it many times.

I'm sorry for making you sad. I'm sorry for hurting you. I'm sorry for being a jerk. I'm sorry for being such a stupid person. I hope when you have cooled down you would take a look at this. I'm sorry for what I've done to you. I know you care for me, but you just did not show it, that is fine with me. When my heart melts, I would be fine with everything. I am now, fine with everything, just don't turn your back on me, please. I'm sorry I do not know how to make you happy. Maybe if we went out more often I would. I'm an observant person. I look at you, and I know if you're annoyed or sad, happy or cute. I'm sorry, but I need you in my life. A part of my heart left with you. A part of me was gone with you. Now certain things I do, I can't focus. I can't focus on my work, I can't focus in my sleep, I can't sleep. I dream about you. I was jogging to your house. I stood outside and noticed you were already asleep, but then your grandmother saw me. And I ran away. I ran and ran. And suddenly a car stopped me and I woke it. It was 10.30 a.m local time on the 29th of October 2009. I'm sorry for everything my dear Cindy. Sorry.

Although I know you wouldn't wanna read my blog anymore, but please. Make this your last view. All my life was revolving around a circle, now that circle is replaced by you, but you took it off. I send my apologies to you. If there is a chance for me to say I'm sorry, tell me. No matter what you would want me to do. I wouldn't mind if it is for you. No song could make me sleep except your voice, no one can make me smile or laugh except your smile, no one can change me except you, no one can make me this as except you, no one can make happy except you. I'm so sorry for everything that I have said and done. I am so sorry for all that I have said to you, I know I doubted you. It was always with me. I changed my personality. I look at you differently. You are someone different. I want to make you someone even more special than special. But you are still special to me no matter what. Do not ignore me for what I have done. I know I have done terrible things to you.

From this moment on I'm changed. I will be better for you. I will be someone you want me to be. Just say it and I will follow. I will be your number one fan! haha. :) And truly madly and deeply, I am in love with you. I know you still like me a little bit. For all that I have said to you, I am a stupid idiot. I didn't understand you well, but what do you know? Sometimes people learn the hard way. And now I did. I'm sorry. My deep apologies to you. Please, Cindy, give me a second chance.

P.s; I almost cried writing this down. I know you wouldn't care. But as information to other people, think before you talk is a powerful sentence. It can differentiate between right and wrong. I have done it the wrong way. Please forgive me and I will be someone new, someone you never knew before. And with all this, I promise I would be superbly duperbly nice to you. That's a promise.

"And most of all, I love you still Cindy. You know who you are. I hope one of your friends reads this and pursuades you to give me a chance. I really pray to God that that will happen to you. I pray to God that He'll ease your heart. I pray to God that He will make you give me a chance. I pray all this in Jesus Christ's name. Amen"

"For all you know, I love you my dear. I love you so much."
-Benjamin Wong, 2009
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Dear readers,
As of this moment, the story title "The Boy in The Man" and "Naive" has been banned. :) I now know why. I'm sorry girl. Sorry. I was angry, she didn't understand the story too. The ending I was talking something good about her. But anyway.. :D have fun reading! A few more titles coming up! :)


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Dear darling readers,

Sorry if I offended any of you guys in the first two stories. It was honest, yes, but. I guess I was trying to pull out the good side instead of the bad side of that somebody, even though I know she won't read this anymore. LOL. but anyways. Sorry! And please do understand the story before jumping into conclusions. :D don't worry. If thats the case, byebye story, its not important compared to you. haha. shit. crapping again. anyway. LOL! omg. I'm so sorry if I offended her about with the story.. :( xD sorry..hehehe. damn. xD lol!. i know i shud have not asked her to read while posting "The Boy in The Man." xD LOLOLOLOLOLOLOL... SORRRYYYY!!! OMFFG. this is frikking screwed up. lawl. xD anyway. sorry. if she or her family ever reads this ever again. lol.. haha. its like a nigth mare to her, my hairs are creeping up. lol. shit. f***.. lol.sorry mates. sorry. I'll delete that post. :)




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Thursday, September 17, 2009

Baby Cries.

Dear Fellow Readers,
In conjunction with my birthday, I am proud to release to you, my dear readers the story of my life. :D it will be released a week or two after my birth date. So watch out for it! And please do remember do post comments on whether you liked the story or not. I do not only write science fiction stories, I am thinking of love stories too. So I will keep myself posted on this.

Have a great day ahead readers!
Author.

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Coma

I felt her hand touching mine, it seemed weird, I tried to open my eyes but I can't seem too, no matter how hard I tried I couldn't. My head was throbbing so hard I could almost faint at the spot. There were so many things running in my head. Where am I? What am I doing here? Why isn't my body moving when I wanted it too? Why? There were so many whys. All I could ever hear was her sweet voice. She was whispering to me, kind of like talking. I heard murmurs around. I heard someone sobbing. I heard so many voices around. It was as though I was going to die. But no. I could feel a little of my heart beating. I could not move a single muscle. My brain directs my hand to clutch hers back, but so many times I tried, it failed. My head was throbbing so hard I could not think properly. But somehow I managed to gain control of my brains and direct it to focus on something I was thinking. I could hear her voice saying, "Rod, you'll be alright. I know you would. Please open your eyes, I know you could hear me. Please. You have to. I don't want your life to be wasted. Please. Just open your eyes, look me in the eyes and say you are alive. Please?" She kept on repeating herself and I was trying so hard to open my mouth to speak back but it was all. Failures. I felt something covering my mouth up to my nose, it felt like plastic, just a nice fitting around my mouth up to my nose. I felt little pain on my arms, I couldn't see anything, my eyes was refusing to open, even though I have tried numerous times. I lied down, that was what I knew. I was lying down, somewhere, but I couldn't make out where. As I was thinking of all this, I heard a lot of voices, I started to panic as her voice has long stopped. My heart starts to beat rapidly, my eyes was moving around in darkness, trying to seek out the girl with that sweet voice. Who was she? Where did she went? I started to open my mouth a little bit. I heard beeping sounds to my left. It beeped. Beeped. Then suddenly the beeping increased into a motion of irregular beats. I could hear so many things going on. But unable to catch or imagine what it was like. I could hear the rumbling of what was that called. Thunder? Wait. What is my name? Did she said Rod? Rod? That's my name? Oh god, this headache is killing me. I remained still. I didn't know whether it was dark or bright, I did not know whether it was still in the year 2009 or was it 2015. I did not know. So many people had come up to my ears and say all kinds of things. I felt so weird. I felt as though it was all a torturing dream. Some evil demon might have brought me here once I was dead. Wait. Dead? Am I really dead? Then why aren't I seeing God? Or Heaven? Or the worst ever, Hell? Why is my eyes closed and I can't even open them up? I was some what terrified. I can't move a single muscle in my body. I felt so warm at times and sometimes I felt cold too.

I was too tired to think and I think I fell asleep. Suddenly I felt someone touching my palm, holding it tightly. I heard her voice again. It seemed so familiar to me. But I have searched again and again inside, deep inside my brains and I have found nothing related to her.. She started to mumble about us, what we have been through, what we have done together it felt weird, I didn't understand half of her story. I did not even understand what she was talking about although I knew she was speaking English, it felt like she was speaking some other language. An alien or something. Then she told me this, "Do you not remember? The day you came into my apartment and brought a bouquet of flowers, with the sweetest poem I have ever known? Do you not remember Rod?" she was saying with a sob. I was wondering why she was sobbing. "Do you not know Rod? How much I loved you?"

I stunned. Who is this lady saying she loved me? Where the hell am I? Dream world? With what she said I struggled to gain control of my entire body. I struggled for a moment to open my eyes. I couldn't at first but I kept on trying. And kept on trying. Her voice was still lingering around my ears. I struggled again. I shrug and tried to move my fingers. I felt them moving a little. She was still next to me, whispering this, "I have to go now." I did not really understand that, but it seemed like she was going to leave to somewhere else. I tried even harder. Suddenly I felt a burst of adrenaline rushing into my entire body, my eyes flung opened and my fingers stretched itself and I felt my whole body was moving and my heart was pounding hard on my rib cage. I looked around, there were no ceilings, all I see was beds, curtains, strange things all around me and I saw a lady next to me, she was staring me in the eyes and not saying a word. I stared back at her and she started to have water coming out of her eyes. I did not know what to say. I kept staring at her in her eyes and that was where the flash back starts.

It started when we were friends and we met at our work place. We were fast friends and we went out so often. I remembered I use to dream of her every night, and in every dream in every night it was so romantic and sweet. I remembered the time when I asked her to be my girlfriend when we were about twenty five years old- she was the same age as me, and how our relationship started for five years and did not end just there. We got married when she said she was getting older and older. So we got married and then we continued our relationship as husband and wife till today. Every moment we kissed it send chills through my spine and everytime we hold hands I felt our love is unbreakable. Then I remember now, my name is Rodney Jackson. I am 36 years old and I am currently CEO of Biogen. Biogenetic engineering. My corporation has developed so many new types of biogenetics and we have successfully cloned animals. But it wasn't for humans. For five years now, inspired by the novel written by Michael Crichton, Jurassic Park, we were making it a reality. The DNA was bought for five billion dollars. My corporation was making millions every year and almost thousands every month. Then an accident left me at the hospital bed for few months, then years..

I am now still in my company and we have now officially opened Jurassic Park.


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Friday, September 11, 2009

Clash of The Ancients.

The silence in the woods kept me awake, i heard no crickets, i held onto my sword, a one and a half meter long sword. i lay down in the silence of the forest, the fire burning right next to me. I kept silent, holding onto my sword i lay perfectly still waiting if there is any ambush. Silently i closed my eyes, just before i closed my eyes i heard the dead leaves rustled. I sprang to my feet with my sword drawn. One hand I was holding a sword, strapped to my back was my Bow, my other hand was holding a light armor shield, made out of one hundred percent iron.

"What do you want?" I questioned him.
He was wearing a ninja suit, covered all till his eyes while I was just an average swords-bowman. He kept silent and took out two one meter length daggers. I froze. He jumped up and pointed his dagger at me, I felt small but somehow I raised my shield above my head. I heard the clash of steel on iron. Sparks flew out. I pushed back my shield on him, he jumped backwards, withdrawing his dagger and looking at it, it snapped, a small piece of his dagger. His eye brows went to angry. He threw the broken piece of dagger and took out stars. Five pointed sharp ends that could, if thrown in a special way flew and could stab somewhat two inches deep. I got back to my senses just in time when he threw four at me. I ducked and jumped. One sliced threw arm. I screamed.

"Ahh! Shit!" I shouted.
Dashing at him with anger and hatred, I ran, zig-zagging my way through and finally reached him, he was shocked and surprised. But it was too late for him, my sword dashed into his chest. Blood came out from his chest and then his mouth, his suit was bloodied. His lips poured fresh red blood, his suit covering his head becomes red. His eyes bloat with surprise, he drops his dagger and falls dead on the ground. I breathe heavily. Gasping for my breath. That was adrenaline pumping. That happened six days ago. My first kill while guard dutying. Now, with hundreds and hundreds of soldiers, armed swordsman and archers, battering rams, knights, phalanxes, trebuchets, magnoels, elitespearman and hundreds and thousands of allies. I stood in front of my battalion. I was an elite spearman. I like hand to hand combat, and sometimes i like ranged attack. Fifty yards away from us lay thousand and thousands of enemy soldiers, the Saracens tribe. Their camel mounted infantry made them the most fearsome enemies of all. Inspired by Spartan lengedary, King Leonidas and his 300 men defeated hundreds and thousands of Persians before they perished in battle, we took the legend as a morale effort to raise our armies own morale. And now, standing before the enemies who assassinated my father, the King of my tribe, the Crusaders tribe. "We fight for honor and freedom. We fight for what is ours and what we share. We do not server anyone but our King. We are now official crusaders. We are the guardians of freedom and honor and peace." I gave a morale boost to my soldiers.

A camel mounted soldier approached us, he took out a scroll and read it out loud, "We, the Saracens of Earth, boasts of our pride in camel warriors and in massive quantities of militia. Surrender and we will provide you with all the wealth you need. We will spare your families, we will spare your kind."

"We do not serve Persian-wannabes! We do not want your wealth. We do not need your wealth. We need our honor and freedom. Nothing else." I answered back. Just then, a spear flew from my massive army and struck the man on his chest. He drops dead on the field.

"Yeah!" we all screamed.
"Today is where we gain victory lads! Today is where we fight and win!"
"Yeah!" my soldiers screamed.
"CHARGE!!!!" I screamed, running towards our enemies. It was five to one. They have millions of armies, we have thousands, but we have the courage and skill, they have the numbers.

The sound of iron on iron clashing, the sounds of arrows whizzing, the sounds of screaming soldiers towards death. Spears flew past us and stabs our men, arrows flew and stab a soldier in his head. Another arrow stabbed my men in his eyes. A spear hit another soldier's skull, it pierced through his skull and stuck to the ground. He never had the time to even scream. We clashed and clashed. The remaining thousands of enemy soldiers retreated. The camel mounted soldiers flee the deserted battlefield. We stood and sighed in relief. We won the battle. The battle which involved millions of soldiers. We lost thousands of men, but before they died, they brought down more with them. It went from five to one, ten to one to fifteen to one. I myself killed almost a hundred enemy militias. It was the most spectacular war ever. We thought it was over when the remaining enemy militias fled the battlefield, deserting their weapons and shields then ran and ran. We stood there with victory in our hands. Victory by killing thousands of enemy in our hands.

We thought we won. We thought they ran back to their king begging for reinforcements. Then suddenly we saw, magicians, sorcerers, archers with bows which looked rather larger than them. Infantries with spears and half length shields, they were what we call them, Elite Magespearman. They not only use their spear, but with magic and sorcery, they could make the spear filled with damages, and not just any damages, it was filled with bolts of lightning. Some were fire. We regrouped after seeing their magicians. Slowly we back, slowly we retreated. I summoned my own priests and archers, archers which shoot arrows with fire, which blesses the arrow with death. Which equips shields with blesses that would protect the holder. Our magicians could summon thunderbolts of thousand times. Each time they summon a bolt it could hit a maximum five hundred times. Instantly killing the enemy.

They stood in front of each other. One of my magicians whispered a saying, "Spimakriataliousshicktadobumareasun!"
Suddenly there were lightning bolts coming from the skies, in massive quantities, the enemies magicians screamed for their magical protection but it all failed. Just then, we heard arrows whizzing. It was too late, we watched in horror as our magicians covered themselves with arrows.
"FIRE THE ARROWS NOW!" I screamed.

The arrows flew past us, we delivered a lethal shot to them, it was deadly. They didnt have the time to run nor cast any spell. Both side of magicians died. That was where the magicians, the last kind of magicians died and their legacy was not continued. It has never been written down in history, nor has any of our soldiers said a word. It was the clash of the ancients.



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Sunday, August 30, 2009

Highlights!

Dear readers,
The highlights of the blog for the following month is Man, Lady In the Green Skirt, Matter, Havoc: Episode 1: The Introduction, Colonel Seiss and Alone.

To view each of the stories, just simply look to your right, under the "Blog Archive" tab, choose your desired title and click it.

Thanks for reading readers. :D




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Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Smoking.

First of all, this story is rated PG 18. Thanks for your viewing.

"This isn't a romantic movie at all. No. This is about what happened to me, really. No fiction at all. No. Shall I begin?" he asked.
"Okay. Here it goes." he said and stared on the audiences, clears his throat and blinked his eyes, trying to speak. Then he clams down.
He took out a piece of paper and said,"Well. Hello everyone. Surprising seeing so many people here. I'm gonna get into the point. Today's speech is about smoking. As we all know, smoking is hazardous to health, so hazardous to health that it could take lives, it was like an angel of death, awaiting the person to fall ill and then instantly grasping hold of the soul and leaves earth without much word. Smoking are influenced by peers, mates, buddies, friends and what more best friends. So as we all know it, smoking actually causes cancer, and to most of you, not only lung cancer, it could cause lips cancer, bone cancer and more other types of diseases." he said and chuckled. "I'm standing here today to tell you a story, it isn't the kind you would get at ordinary bookshelves. No. Absolutely no. If you ever find one tell me. I'll sue the writer. Okay. I'm telling you this because it is very important, quit smoking. Its not a good way of health. It bad. Its really bad when you smoke with your friends. I'm sure you all heard about second hand smoking? Yeah. That's even worst than smoking. Well, my first question for today! Show me some hands who smokes, no seriously, nothing would happen, no harm done, promised, cross my heart. Really."

"Oh wow. That's a lot. Okay. So, this story is not about you guys kay, here's the story." he said and paused for a moment, took a deep breath and finally told his story. Here's how it goes.

"I was at the age of sixteen or seventeen. I skipped school much, preferred to stay as a lazy boy. I hung out with friends and all, skipping classes, schools, went to parties, malls, cyber cafes, and guess what, I'll beat you in Dota. Seriously. Well, as you know we smoked, the four of us. While escaping one day, we saw three girls skipping school. So we decided to follow them. James, not his real name aight, was the one who introduced to us the word and thing called cigarette. He had a negative background where his father was did illegal smuggling and trading. James told us that it clears our mind, he stole one from his father and smoked. And he said it helps us clear your mind from your problems and makes us all feel invincible and as though heroes. And Dicky, not his real name too, took the first shot. He inhaled it in a few seconds and coughed it all out, we all laughed. Dicky too had a bad background, his parents are divorced. Jackie, not his real name either took the second shot and the same thing happened to him. Jackie's family was torned apart. His father was a wanted criminal, his mum left his father when he was seven. And now this. His dad became aggresive too and that was one of the reasons why she left him. Me? I took the last shot, I knew it was wrong, but who gives a shit? My mum works all day, my dad comes home at one a.m. My mum works till eleven and guess what, I'm getting an allowance of six hundred per month. I do not like it. Nope, not at all. All I want was some attention, instead they treated me with something else. I took a smoke and inhaled it deeply, being a novice, I choked and coughed it all out. I felt a little warmness on my throat, it tickled me and I blurped it out and coughed. We laughed at each other and since then after school we started smoking, even when we could find free time we smoked. And we met with four hot girls from our school, well they seemed pretty to us. They were Jessica, Veronica, Melody and Christina. We don't really know Christina, she did not like smokers so we didn't really bother her much. But the three were hot. Chics. Really." he said and smiled to himself.

"Oh sorry. Drifted away. Anyway. Well you see, the seven of us smoked like a hell lot. Like hell lot. We could smoke four to seven times a day. Yeap. One box in one day. Cigarettes ain't that cheap anymore you all know right? So yeah, we turned to robbery. We robbed a 'mamak' first. Yeah. The seven of us. We robbed the 'mamak' of its cigarettes and one thousand cash. Obviuosly we sold half the cigarettes for a lower price but we still got profit, its not ours. We would take walks in the night and visit restaurants to sell out cigarettes. After that, we would buy new cigarettes. We were couples, obviously, I found eye contact with Jessica. Oh, that pretty lady. Well, as negatively brought us teenagers, we indulged in you know what, sex. Yes. I'm not afraid to say it, its the past. I'll admit it. Really. But seriously, do not try this. Really. Keep your religion and do not try this. Never. Till you get married of course. Well. So we did. It was fun at first. We went to James's house as his parents aren't always home. They're always out, working. We skipped Fridays, soemtimes. And we would have done it by noon. So yeah. I'm not gonna explain in detail but yeah. After doing that we smoked and it went from once a week to a few times a week and to regularly. James, being a pornographic watcher told us about ways to have sex, so it became more fun for us, you know, sixteen year olds. Yeah. And we all dumbly believed him and followed." he said and sighed.

"Well. The bad news came in one day. Jessica was pregnant, I always thought of what are the odds of her getting pregnant. Well, it was answered. I went into almost shock. I couldn't believe my ears. I finally told James, calmly he answered me and said, oh just get an abortion man! I was like okay. I decided not to do an abortion. I decided to take responsibilities. I decided to keep the baby. Jessica being herself knows how to cover it all up. Yeah, she covered it for six months. And on and off she went to school after that, I was always with her. Her parents did not know of anything. Yeah. Nothing. After she was pregnant, I started to fear sex, yeah. haha. but we didn't stop smoking even though I knew it was bad for her. I tried to stop her from smoking but she keep insisting that she wanted to follow me smoke, or accompany me to smoke, even though I strongly objected it, but oh, after one hour of argument I shunned and kept silent, she won. I loved her. Didn't want to break her heart. Finally, when we were nineteen, Jessica passed out during work, her employer admitted her into the hospital. We have already expected our baby, thanks to James's father. She was rushed into the hospital and she dialled my number as an emergency number. I rushed to the hospital." he said and stared at everyone, all attentively listening to his story and paused. "You all need a break?"

"No.." came the answers.
"Okay. I went to see the doctor and he was a nice man. A very nice man. The doctor told me the hurtful words. I'm sorry, she's diagnosed with lung cancer, ovary cancer, cervical cancer, leukemia, breast cancer and brain cancer. I'm sorry. The moment I heard those words my world fell. We were saving up for an apartment where we could live together and probably get married the very next year. The doctor also said that her lungs weren't functioning at a hundred percent, but merely ten. My eyes turned red, my body felt like it was aching, my head was spinning, I felt awkward. I passed out. All I remember was I loved my girlfriend and wife very much. The doctor told me also that thank goodness our daugther was not diagnosed with diseases. Yeah, thank goodness. Finally she passed away at the age of twenty, seven days after her birthday, and fighting to survive for a month. I cried non stop for months and months, day and night, my daugther didn't know as I cried silently in my room, silently I regretted smoking with her. I regretted having sexual intercourse when we were so young, but I felt thankful for my daugther. My world plunged into a world of misery and hopelessness, useless. Then one day when my daughter went to kindergarten, I stared at the cigarette box and threw it all around the house. I was pissed. Pissed at cigarettes who caused the death of a loved one. Then suddenly with tears I collected them, memories of Jessica and me flashed back. I packed the cigarette boxes and then sold them all for a heavy price. With that money I paid all I owned to James's father, but being so close with them, he gave me a 50% discount, another nice man in an evil body. I bought food and clothes and toys for Sara. She was 2 years old. Oh yeah, she is a girl. I rented the apartment that Jessica and I had already rented a year ago. I worked my way up from there. And now, I;m telling you, cigarettes ain't my friends anymore. They're my enemy. They ain't here to clear your mind of problems, no, they're here to unleash another hell on you. Its a slowly murderous murderer. Get what I meant? Yeah, but you know, I love Sara a lot, my daugther. She looks exactly like her mum don't she? Everyone says she's beautiful, yeap, I agree, definitely, her mum's beautiful face. I'm thirty nine now and she's nineteen. Ain't kids beautiful? They are if you treat them with what they are like themselves, do not force them no matter what. Stay healthly people. Stay away from cigarettes. It could cost not your life, I quit smoking. It was hard at first but yeah. I did that the hard way you know? I worked all hard while Sara was playing by herself at the corner, I still remember. I'm still young. One last point, do not take cigarettes. It kills. In behalf of my wife, I'm saying this. Stay away from cigarettes at all costs. If you have already been addicted, try the rehabilitation centres and you wouldn't regret. You don't want to watch your loved one die do you? Don't be me. Stay as healthy as possible and live happily ever after, yeah they do exist."

"THANKS! I LOVE YOU DADDY!"
"Yeah I love you too." he said and smiled.


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Friday, August 21, 2009

New Update!

This story revolves around a serial killer. Here's some insight on the story! :D
"Stalking his prey or his victim for hours in a day and probably in days, following every inch his victim was walking through, he selects his victims and preys as he desires, eyeing his victim wherever his victims goes, carefully and silently he stalks, as though he was an assassin, like a predator, locking on his target like an Apache AH-64D helicopter hovers and locks on its target miles and miles away, he stalks his prey within meters away, to not lose track of his victim. When the time was right, he strikes, with a deafening and silent blow, his prey falls, that's not the end of it....."
WELL! I have said too much. xD Read it and be captivated by the mind of a serial killer.
Step into their minds and see how they are picky, ruthless, mean humans on earth.

Most of all, enjoy reading! :D
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Sunday, August 16, 2009

Update

I'm sorry to inform that the title "The Truth" is canceled. :( xD Anyways, enjoy reading! :D

Edit: As you can see, new stories are UP UP UP! :D The New Stories are Havoc-Episode 1: The Introduction, Alone and A Lost Friend?. :) Again, thanks for reading and my apologies to The Truth. :p

Edit II: The first post was 'Sister'. In the post 'Sister', I said that the name of this blog is [Scriptures in My Life' and I'm here to announce the new official name for this new blog. I hereby declare [Stories] an official blog. Thank you reader for reading my blog. :)

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Havoc-Episode 1: The Introduction

"Hello this is 911, may I help you?"
"Yes! Yes! Help me. I need an ambulance right now, something's wrong with my father, he's turning pale, his eyes are turning red, please I need an ambulance now, my mother is out, my sisters have gone to dance class, please!" the girl's voice screamed through the phone. All the operator heard after that was just pure horror, the girls' voice screaming for help saying this, "Dad, don't eat me Dad, no, please, argh! Dad no." and the screams then silence.

Within minutes, SWAT team, Fire Department, Ambulances and the military arrived at the scene, all they heard was low growls and the house was in a mess. It was in the night of July in the year 2012. As the SWAT and military secures the house, the house suddenly blackouts. The soldiers and SWAT teams used their flashlights.

"Team Bravo, move left side, cover our flank, Team Charlie, move forward, prepare for bust in, Team Delta, back up Charlie, Alpha, cover house perimeter."
"Roger."
"Roger that."
"Affirmative."
"Lock and load sir."
"Okay. Operation Rescue is a go. Prepare for action gents."
"On my mark, three, two, one, Charlie go go go!"

The sounds of the door breaking and a low growl shrieked. Followed by sounds of machine gun fire and sub machine gun fire.

"Sssir, need back up sir. Right now. ahh. Help me. Argh!!"
"Just calm yourself down Mr. Jones, we can help you. Sir, stand down or we will shoot. Sir?" the SWAT officer's final words, "Ah no, Sir, get away what the fuck? Oh my gawd. Alex! No not Alex! David cover me while I get Alex, ah fuck its on me. Shoot it gawddammit! ah fuck! ah shit. ah ah." And the echo sounded.
"Back up sir! Back up! I repe..ahh"
"Holy shit, Jameson! Chuck? Ah.. what did you do to Chuck? Mr Jones? Holy FUCK! Ah.. Jessica Jones stop it, ahh.. shit. fuck. fuck. oh man no. not me.. Ssir, ne..need...ba..ckk.upp..sirr"
"Bravo move in, Delta feedback."
"Bravo here, I think we lost Charlie sir. And Delta needs immediate help."
"Alpha here, nobody escaped the perimeter. They're still inside."
"Roger. Get me Commander Luc. Now. Double time soldier."
"Affirmative sir."
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"Holy shit. Sir. Bravo here. We need ambulances this instance, Charlie and Delta down sir. I repeat, Charlie and Delta down. Kim and Dave, check the upper floors, Derek and Justin, kitchen. Donald and Jean secure front door, Jason and Pete follow Kim and Dave. You, Sean, follow me, we're covering the entire house. Move it."
"Sir yes sir."
"What the hell happened here man, all I heard was gun shots and screams, shit, this house is full of blood. Any idea what's going on here? Sean? Sean?"
"Yeah."
"Where the hell you went, cover me you asshole."
"So..Sorry sir. Yes sir."
"Aw shit. Jessica Jones. What the hell? Why's there blood on her mouth? This family's cannibals eh?" Jerry said and chuckled.
"Okay. Let's get the fuck out of here. Everyone, pull back. I repeat, pull back, retreat back into the truck."
"Sir, I'm rescuing Chuck. He seems alive. And Jameson too. Together with ahhh....Oh fuck why the hell you did that. Ahhh. shit noo."
"Kim, Dave, Jason and Pete, get down ans assist them now! GO!"
"Yes sir."
"Ahh shit. Derek? Justin? You guys there?" Dave shouted. No answer. "Hello?"

Absolute silence. The remaining SWAT members were not found. The next morning investigators, FBI, CIA, police, army, SWAT and teams of merceneries were at the house. No bodies were found.

"Welcome to NewsNetworks. Today, what we see here in the housing estate of Beverly Hills, we witnessed a horrific crime that killed twenty five SWAT members and two civilians. The bodies were never found. Authorities today said that Beverly Hills is now closed until further notice. No reporters were allowed into the house, but what we see here is probably blood, and there are lots of it. News reporter Helen McGal today said the scene of the murder was horrific, there were blood all around the house, drag marks and blood stains all over the house. There were no signs of foul play and authorities ruled it to be the worst murders ever in history. The bodies of all twenty five SWAT members and the two civilians, Mr Jones and her youngest daughter Jessica were not found at the scene. It is believed that all twenty seven of them died and some else took their bodies away. Folks and people fo Beverly Hills, please be aware of your neighbours. This is NewsNetworks reporting., Thank you."
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"Commander Luc? Lieutenant Banks here. Did the R-virus escaped? How could this happen? I thought you had the R-virus contained?"
"Yes. But you see, sometimes people get greedy. Like Mr Jones, that selfish bastard, who wants the R-virus for? Money. It can be sold at millions of millions of euro my friend. And we've sold one to LifeSavers Corporation for a whopping sixty seven million euros. See the cash flow? Next, China's gangsters have placed sixty one million euros for one of it. Next is SSIA. Yeap. Security Surveillance Intelligence Agency. They wanted it for a remodelling of their latest camera systems and required the R-virus to reanimate the scenes in HD mode, yes, High Definition mode. LifeSaver's Corporation wanted it to cure cancer. Well you should know Lieutenant. Dr. Isaacs invented it. So there's nothing you could do. Soon, the entire world would be reanimated. But we have a containment centre, don't worry, its a secured base far off the Nevadas. Hahah. Yeah, high tech security systems, day and night monitoring, advanced robotics to do the security and all those shit. Hahah."
"No. It was written in the Terms and Condition, it stated clearly, NO FOREIGN OR DOMESTIC TRADE OR WHATSOEVER!"
"Didn't you receive the latest update Lieutenant? It was taken down by ASRL yesterday and said that the virus was stable. For the moment." Commander Luc answered and laughed.
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Zombies covered the entire region of New York City, several states and some countries like Europe and the Middle East. The sound of gun shots and grenades could be heard from a distance. Jag, Dick, Adam, Tracey, Amy, Jane, Charlie, Benjamin, Muthu and Serenity were on their way to college on the bus when they reached college to find everyone running away. They exited the bus and to their horror they see people with blood on their mouths were running towards them, Dick, his nickname, his full name is Dickson, Dick quickly asked everyone to run away. Muthu being too afraid stunned there and did not move. He tried to run away but failed, all he said was, "Hel...helpp..." and then "Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Muthu was eaten alive by the zombies. The rest of them hopped into someone's car and drove back to Jag's house. Jag took out weapons and ammunition.

"What the hell is this Jag?" Amy asked.
"Well, you don't wanna die a virgin do you?" Jag answered smiling.
"Urgh no." Amy replied.
"Gear up people. We have incoming." Adam said. Gun clocks.

*Note: The story above is totally fiction and does not involve anyone, dead or alive and the cities involved are fiction and does not apply to real life.


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Colonel Seiss.

"Make use of your weapon or fall prey for it." The sentence kept replaying in my mind. "Yes I can do it!" I screamed and my friends looked at me. "Whoops." I said, shyly.

"Alright people. Today's the day. Battle day. Get your weapons and be here at zero five hundred hours. I want them cleaned up, nice and shiny, no oily sticky shit on it, no, nothing, you understand me?!"
"Sir, we get you, sir!"
"Go, go, go ladies." Commanding Officer Jake shouted.

The sound of boots thumping on the tarred road, the sound of magazines clipping and guns clocking. I looked at my team and wondered, what if we won? What if we were the best battalion? What if we were the best infantry squadron? What if we were promoted to Robotics and Reconnaissance? That would be cool. Two years into the terrorist war we earned ourselves each, an honor badge, we took down ten enemy hideouts, over two hundred dead terrorist, over one hundred captured and we have gotten six of their most wanted terrorists. That badge gave us an extra load, we are now an elite sniper team. We are elite sniper team, elite weaponry division, elite anti-terrorist squad, elite hunt-n-kill team. That goes with our team name, Team Alpha Wolfs.

"Sir! Team Alpha Wolfs, 136th Infantry Battalion Army, reporting for duty sir." I registered myself.
"Welcome Corporal Seiss. Do you know why you are here?"
"Erm, with this people, no sir."
"That explains all. You all are here for an extensive practice so that you all, after the completion of this course, would get you a rank, Colonel."
There were whispers.
"Now SILENCE soldiers. You are not in a political meeting, you are in a formal military meeting! And as you know, serving as Colonel, you would get yourselfs an extra pay of 40% higher and a home to stay at the Ex-military housing estate, where soldiers with the ranks Commander, General, Colonel, Level Three Pilots and more higher ranks to stay there. Well. Good luck for your test. Dismiss."

Oh shit. The training was torturing. What I liked most was the shooting trainings. It was down to earthly freaking fun. I'd prefer an M4A03. A sniper rifle. Classic military style. Still. That was then. Now is now.

The explosion almost made me deaf. I ducked down an through a small hole I saw the enemy advancing, they look as though they were invincible. I looked to my left and my junior, Private Hanks was shivering all over. "Get your nerves straight soldier and get back into battle." Looking to my right I saw Sergeant Hicks, "Sergeant, machine gun, here now." He looked at me and said, "Sir, yes sir." I got hold of his M249 machine gun, dubbed the 'Para Machine Gun'. I fitted it in through the hole and fired aimlessly. All I heard was the machine gun fire and people screaming in pain. The I told Private Hanks, "Private! Grenade! Now!" He looked at me and shiveringly took his M67 grenade and threw out of our bunker. All we heard were an explosion and sounds of blood splatter. I removed the M249 Para and peeked, nobody left, all there's left were bodies, weapons, bones, flesh, fresh blood, hands, legs, torso, everything you could see from a human, its as though it is an encyclopedia, but torn off? I looked up at my soldiers faces and laughed. They looked at me as though I was a lunatic, somewhat crazy psychotic man killing enemies for the laugh of it. Then I turned to them and said this, "Its over boys, let's go. Job done. Mission accomplished. Well done." And smiled.

That was at the Middle East. We were transferred to somewhere North, the location, classified. We were at the houses, camping and so-called spying on our target for a week plus, possibly two weeks or more. The thirty man squadron was controlled by me. I was the one in charge. I sent one squad to cover our asses in case of an ambush, one squad of ten men. Another ten was watching the enemies as they go on their daily activities. Two men with AK-47s, walks out and in, and out and in, they were on guard duty. A few men were seen on strategic locations for anti-tank positions, on window panes, and we see a few people on the roof, probably with a SATCOMs to receive orders from their superior.

Finally after two weeks of monitoring the enemy we attacked, we actually ambushed them. I crawled nearby where the enemies were guarding and threw a flash grenade. All I heard was "poof" and then "tiiiiiiiiiii." Yeah, deafening, after I did that, I jumped in and opened fired, followed by my reinforcements of Privates, Corporals, Sergeants, Sergeant Majors and Officer Cadets. We, the thirty of us barged in and fired on any enemies we see. Suddenly I heard a familiar sound. It made me think back of my past, where it haunted me till now.

-Two years ago-

"Jack! Move it Jack! Clear off the place!"
"What? I can't hear you? What? Seiss? Are you there? Seiss?"
"Get off from there! NOW! HURRY UP!"
"Oh. okay."

It was too late. I heard the sound of the barrages of missiles coming, louder and louder, and then right before my eyes I saw Jack, my best buddy in the army, I had known him since high school, we were close friends, and the sound of artillery warheads flew past my head, I saw everything in slow motion, the seconds the artillery warheads flew past me, the seconds I saw the building crumbling, the seconds I saw Jack trying to run out, and the seconds when it detonated, right after he left the front door of the United Nations Building in the Middle East, and then all I saw was bright lights and I saw my best mate, Jack, looking at me horrifically and the I saw him blast to millions of pieces. I was Corporal. He was Sergeant Major, due to be 2nd Lieutenant after our easy mission, to clear out the UN Building at a classified location. I saw him with my very own eyes, I saw his girlfriend, Jessica flashing back into my mind, I broke down and cried on the very spot. The whole building crumbled. The explosion was so powerful, I was standing 20 yards away and was thrown off for almost another 27yards. I landed with a crash and from 47 yards all I see was fire, smoke, debris, pieces of Jack, pieces of Martin, pieces of Adam and pieces of Captain Dick. I could not help myself but sobbed. And till this day, I felt regret as I did not dare to move in to pull Jack or my other friends away, but Colonel Buck said this, "Its not your fault Seiss, we serve in the army and this is what we are prepared to do. Its not your fault. Don't blame it on you. We have lost four most important soldiers in your command, you are next in line soldier, make it your best squad."

And from that day on, I was sent to Operation Col. Which simply means Colonel in short. I was selected, finished the entire course, and now I'm a Colonel. Together we had a lot of missions, one by one I took out the enemy out of revenge, I stayed at the Middle East for another three years.

And now here.

As I heard the artillery shells coming, I commanded all my soldiers out of the enemy building and get a 50yards shelter right now. I selected Private Hicks, Private Hinton, Private Nick, Corporal Sean and Sergeant Doc. The six of us went in and took out as many enemies as we can, and suddenly I felt the entire building shaked. We tried to run, I heard explosions, my mind raced for an escape route, I found one, the front door.

"THE DOOR! THE DOOR!" I screamed. The five of them ran past me, looking behind I saw three enemies running towards me, weapons on their hand but not firing, I turned and ran. We escaped. All of us suffered serious injuries, the three enemies were captured, one of them asked me, "Why didn't you shoot?"
"I looked at him and said, I have no heart, you weren't gonna shoot me. Why should I open fire?"
"Well, you did ambushed us." he replied.
I was amazed by his language. "How did you know English?"
"Oh I'm a translator."
"Ah." I said.

I had serious injuries and was decomissioned. But it was all worth it. There were less battle already, my squad became a testing squad, we tested new weapons, vehicles, ammunition, missiles and more. Now the challenges I found is at the Military College. Where I teach tips and tricks and how to be alert of different kinds of sounds. It wasn't that bad. I had my leg completely amputated by the explosion, I had an artificial arm, and two of my ribs are replaced with titanium, to avoid rust.

"And that's how my father, Seiss McWoods been through in his life. Thank you."

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