Wednesday, February 14, 2007
The Dusting post for chinese new year
[For the spring cleaning of course...]
Hello babes
Luanie the Great here
Noes u ppl havent been cuming
So im here to revive the dead
pls tag @ least
Let me noe u still noe this is alive
At least re-lived by me
Haha. since im posting on valentines
im telling u ppl
ive got sweets for u as an every year treat
Luv ya!
And happy valentines my dearies
duno how to goet into this account to blog?
please tag @ my bloggy
Or sms me
And i will tell ya how i got in.
*Mucks*
Happy 'v' day again!
[Wobbles]
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4:04 AM
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
MelQ here.
I made some ammendments to the entry. Please stay within your half of the Spectrum when you write. Do not jump into another half and do not do the scenes with Antorell inside them as Antorell is meant to seal up every four chapters, which I will do to keep the story moving along one fixed track.
There's something slightly screwed about the side of the blogskin but we'll try to fix that k. So bear with it.
And do continue writing.
Kisses and slop.
The mod.
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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
By Luanie monster
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Meanwhile, Bonjov!
"She was an interesting girl, wasn’t she?" Hexyl asked. After her back view lightened against the darkness and coldness of the Zircon night.
"Yes.”"Nods in agreement. [Head still buried in the book]
"Do you believe we will meet her again?" Hexyl asked the seemingly 'hardworking' Ketch.
At this point, Ketch looked up from his book and starred at Hexyl. Gave a sigh. Looked back to his book and muttered.
"What did you say? Speak up. I can’t hear you."
"You’ve fallen for that Garnet girl, haven’t you?"
His accusations came fast and furious.
[In the state of denial]
"Obviously not. Who would want a coarse girl like that?"
"Obviously certain?"
“Cross my heart and swear.”
"Well, I think she was more to the fine and dignified side than to use the word ‘coarse’ to describe her. Beware that I tell that on you!”
"What! No! Don’t say a single thing! Plus, I’ve only asked whether you think we’ll meet her again! Don’t read too much into it, Ketch!"
"Well, the fiercer your reaction, the more I suspect…" [giggles]
"No I am not! It is just a combination of a good impression and a strange foreboding. Nothing else to it."
"Really?"
"I am certain."
And for this moment, Hexyl really thought he was right.
But what he was to experience after meeting her was a prelude to a much important part of his future.
*********Meanwhile, at another rural and secluded spot of Zircon, at night.
Shivering at the same spot that she has taken for many, many years in the secluded corner of the abandoned car park, barely sheltered by an abandoned building, in the rare and heavy rains, with a group of people like her, shivering and cuddling with each other in threadbare clothes. To be factual, a gang of girls.
Translated from Zircon beggar slang:
“Sprout! Stop standing over there posing! Come here cuddle! I cold!”
“Me too! I hungry!”
Someone’s stomach growled pretty loudly.
“Shorty! Shut your tummy up!”
“It is all the fault of the rainy season ah. Less people come, less things can steal. Yesterday I almost kena down by that goondu-sama who drives his rich and expensive car cannot see. Our lives cheap meh?!” Sprout lamented.
“Yah lah, sister Sprout. Come here lah!”
Sprout looked longingly at her gang and continued…
“Feed on fleas! I’ll be hooking.” [Means to bring back food]
“Sister Sprout! I wanna go with you for ‘hooking’?”
“Shut up and cuddle. I bring yum-yum things back. Wait me ah!”
With that, this old beggar [in terms of beggar life expectancies] turned away and headed for the rain-washed streets.
Then she tripped over a can and fell.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!”
The girls laughed as they watched her from a suave retreat to a clumsy end.
“Ah dui! Shut up lah!”
All the cockroaches in the can swarmed out and ran all over her. She picked herself up and rolled up a nearby newspaper and started beating the roaches. She dumped them all in that can, then went back to the group and offered the can.
“Nah! Dinner.” [Total gross out: in the author’s point of view]
“Sister Sprout. Thanks!”
The girls thanked enthusiastically.
They started chasing each other for the choicest morsels of [cockroaches]
“I go get some more.”
With that she left the alley for the main street.
The sad life of a beggar on the run.
*********
Once on the main street, with clouds gathering overhead, looking at the hustle and bustle of people of the festival, she sighed.
She took a piece of newspaper on the road, went helter-skelter back to the kerb and sat on the newspaper. She picked up a can she found close to her which was once used to contain the sweets, a stall not so far away used to sell. Stretching out her hands, she got some dirt on the road and placed them into the rusty, smelly can. Then, she stretched out the can and started shaking it:
“Have a heart, sire.”
“Have a heart, madam.”
“Please donate something to me.”
“My sisters are at home starving.”
“They depend on your generosity.”
And that was Sprout’s begging rhyme; crouching on the newspaper, shaking her can, chanting the rhyme, hoping that the sound could awaken someone’s conscience. But nevertheless, no avail. And that was the only understandable few sentences of the language plus ‘thank you’ she could manage, and no other, for an uneducated, undernourished woman like her, it was quite a feat, even by a over age 25 [for beggars, who die early]
As a child of four years old, Sprout was abandoned on the beggar streets of Zircon by her prostitute mother, one whom she only recall as a blurred image who was always in the arms of stinking, filthy men. Drinking, merry-making, and always ended up in a room in which she could never enter at night. She still remembers those times at those places with colorful neon lights and high bar-top tables with girls she played with in the day, dancing on bar-top poles and being touched by men, with provoking music still ringing in her ears.
She has never seen what people so call ‘daddy’ before. She has never seen her own. She can only remember in the murmurs what her mother said as she saw her for the last time. “Your true name is P....... Sprout Owell……, I am going to … … … It is all… … wretched… … … father… … … wife… … … daughter… … … dies…….”
With that, her mother turned around, let go of her tiny grasping hand, and disappeared with the wind and dust of the sandstorms in Zircon.
She did not know for how long she wandered, tired, cold, hungry, injured, till she strived to hang along alive till this day. For that period of time, till she was about 7 years old, she was so remorseful about not grabbing tighter of her mother’s skirt. She was always in tears. Other begging children laughed at her for being a cry baby, but she always said: “I want my mummy back.” Until one day, her first love [a beggar who was ten and she was seven] was about to be adopted by an uncle who always gave them alms, told her:
“I saw your mummy let go of your hand. She didn’t want you anymore.” [Translated]
She beated him, she trashed him; he did not even retaliate; she shouted and screamed, “My mummy will come back!” [Translated]
But somehow or another, she felt that she always knew. She knows he was speaking the truth. It was a very tragic departure. Her eyes were seemed to make of stone, with her long, flowing hair caressing the winds of sand. He let go of her hand, and never returned.
People come, people go. Hence, on her tenth birthday, she snipped off the long and flowing hair that she had so long treasured, with a rusty, abandoned knife, and a bowl on her head. Her hairstyle came to be. Her name ‘Sprout’ actually came from her memory, and of course her hairstyle, and so it was settled.
She was a totally new person. She robbed, she stole, and she ransacked homes before. She was a pickpocket, a robber, a thief, a burglar, a gangster, and anything else. She got into street fights and gang fights. She did everything except murder and prostitution. Reason because she was not at all attractive. She back stuck on her chest [concave], she has fleas hopping all over, and wounds terrorized by maggots and flies, and many other strange spots and dots like insect bites, scars and wounds, and even suspected to have leprosy, plus she stank and was suspected to have Aids. Her teeth stuck out and rotted, her hair was dirty urine yellow, and so were her eyes, downsized by the pile of eyeshit on their lids. Perhaps she has never heard of something called ‘personal hygiene’. Plus she had no one she really wanted to kill.
The sound of notes falling into her can brought her out of her thoughts. She looked up and upon her donor, and was about to mutter a ‘thank you’ when the donor in a thick brown coat hurriedly paced away. Inside the can was a thick stack of thick dollar notes! She tucked the money up her [Er hem] but just in time to see a couple of police [called Ji in her slang] hurriedly chase after. Looking around, the police officer enquired:
“Have you seen a guy with a thick brown coat?”
“Ana your ji?” [What is it? Police?]
“Man. Thick brown coat?” said the officer, pointing to a piece of brown cloth on his hand.
With a blink of an eye, she said:
“Have a heart, sire.”
“Please donate something to me.”
“My sisters are at home starving.”
“They depend on your generosity.”
The policemen had a look of anguish on their faces, searched their pockets and produced a few cent change, put in her can, and hurried off.
After being out of sight of the beggar, they lamented:
“Hiya. Lost another few cents. Why am I so down on my luck lately?”
“Aiya, take it as charity lah. Now the most important thing is to find that big bank robber.”
What they didn’t know was that in the process of taking looking for change in their pockets, their money was pick-pocketed away by Sprout, who was agile and professional in the business.
As they retreated into the distance, she said:
“Have a good day!”
And they did. They caught the robber, but he did not have the money, and refused to confess the whereabouts of it. Little did they know that it was in the pockets of the famous begging legend, Sprout, who treated her girls to good food, and the one the police lost the money to…
*********
To be continued...
By Luanie
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Saturday, July 15, 2006
Hello folks...Tried to open my microsoft word but the thingy hung on me...So I can't get the precious stuff I typed into the entry...Forgive me....Someone else dust this once in a while other than me!The whole thing is getting dusty and boring by me!I've done the profile part.Please log in to edit for your character please...The necessary stuff is in the "message to other authors" column.Help yourself.Make it shortThat is only a brief summaryFor other people's convinence at a scanFollow the formatNot more then 7 lines please...For other comments, please tag at my bog at http://www.luanie-monster-adventures.blogspot.com I will reply to you asapHave a nice read and editing day!
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Thursday, June 15, 2006
“Erm.” <- Ketch “Erm?”<- Hexyl “Oh.” “Oh?” “Uh.”“Uh?” Ketch whipped out his book and curled up beside a shady tree. Silence____________ Sound of crows in the setting sun___________ “KETCH!!!” Author’s advice: “Uh oh…” (-__- lll)********** Suddenly, Hexyl felt many gusts of strong winds and smells he had never smelled before. He whirled around, to see a magnificent dragon behind a couple of trees with wings as big as bridges and body as big as a HDB flat with glowing sparkly golden scales and a magnificent ruby on its forehead, glimmering in the Zircon’s evening sun. The dragon lay flat as a young girl, with fiery hair and a glittering amourish uniform, fell from its back, and landed softly on the grassy patch beside it. She rolled to a kneel, clutching a very spunky, shiny sword (which was a downright beauty, and so was the young girl) that supported her as she got up. Then, almost immediately, she turned to the dragon and said: “Ruby! I told you I wanted to go to Amber. Look at my lips. A-M-B-E-R” She pointed at her lips and repeated the words to the dragon slowly and professionally. “And where are we? Some where really off course right?"“ Sigh. “So are you alright? The barrier just now, did it injure you?” The dragon moaned and licked her wounds. “It’s okay. I am okay. But we seem to have intruded another city territory. I wonder where we are… And if we are really in another city’s territory, where are the guards who protect the boundary? We have to register first. I think they really have a tough job finding us, landing in such an ulu place.” Hexyl dragged Ketch by the collar and showed himself from behind the trees. Awkward silence_______ “Patrol guard?”“Sorry? What did you just call me?” (Offended) “Oh, sorry, who are you?” “My name is Hexyl. This is Ketch. And you are?” Hexyl released Ketch and Ketch bowed. “My name is Kaena from Garnet city, and this is my pet; ruby the dragon.” Kaena patted the Dragon on its face and smiled. “So where am I?” Kaena questioned. “Where do you think?” “Tell me i am no longer in garnet. There are no volcanoes, no forests, but why is it so hot?” “Then I shall enlighten you... Welcome to my home city, Zircon.” “It’s Zircon already!!! That means I have missed a whole patch of Amber!?!” “Ruby! See what you have done? We are already past Amber!!!” The dragon moaned and looked sorry. “However did you miss Amber, Ruby! Ugh! Now we shall be late for that mission!” The dragon whined again and laid itself down. “How could you miss Amber? And intrude Zircon?” asked Ketch. “Excuse me please, but I did not ‘intrude’. I just accidentally got hit by a barrier of some sort, and then fell into another barrier during flying. You know how unpredictable flying in ambiguous areas can be, especially when dragons like Ruby always go over the speed limit and the weather is all strange for flights.” “Oh. But what kind of barrier injured you? There shouldn’t be any barriers which would hurt an ordinary traveler like you...” “Well. I can’t really remember much. But it was kind of dark and cloudy and a little electrifying.” “Then the other barrier I fell into, which I presume is protecting Zircon here was also a little to the darkish side, but all in all I can only remember a few storms and getting injured by all those barriers that I have past while up in the air.” “It must be the rain clouds. Zircon and Amber has been getting a lot of strange storms lately. And you know, Zircon is famous for being super dry, but the volume of rain nowadays makes it able to support a forest, more than a desert, and it has never been so.” “Rain? Whatever is that? Is it your native language?” “No. But Kaena, please don’t tell me you had no idea what has been happening to your neighbor’s nations, and you have never seen the ‘claustrophobic’ rain that has been disturbing us?!” “Erm... No. I have never seen what you people call ‘rain’ in Garnet before; by the way, what is this ‘rain’?” “Drops of water that fall from dark clouds in the sky and shower upon everything that is in the open. Can be cooling and refreshing like a shower, but can also be annoying at times, and some people hate it while some don’t. You will easily fall ill in the rain; henceforth you need equipment to protect you from the rain, such as an umbrella or a raincoat. Going under shelter also helps to keep you dry.” “What about my dragon? Do they sell things to keep my dragon dry too?” “Erm... Our city is not really getting often showers so we don’t really emphasize on a variety of rain-proofing equipment.” “Tell me more about this rain please.” “Well, before the onset of a rain, which many refer to as ‘storm’, dark rolling clouds will gather in the sky, then flashes of lighting will appear, and just all of a sudden, the water just pours or falls, sometimes like a sheet of water, and sometimes like a few drops. It can last for very long, like a whole day, or a few days even, depending on how much evaporation there is in that place.” Upon this, Ruby flapped his wings and closed its eyes. A nearby tree blocking its way got blown off by the strong wind. Uprooted and all. “Impressive pet.” Ketch commented. “Thank you.” “The tree...” (Hexyl’s mutterings) “So what exactly are you doing here? Can we be of assistance?” “Oh, sure, please, tell me how to get to the boundary guard.” “No problem, we will bring you there. We are more than happy to be of help. Right, Ketch?” Ketch was given a nudge. “Um. Yes. Of course...” He replied unwillingly. Ketch squashed out a plastic smile. He was hungry, plus, it was already evening... (Dinner time) Hexyl flashed out his tiny handheld thingy (PDA of some sort and pressed a few things) “Let us have some dinner before you meet the boundary guard. Is that fine?” “Yes, sure. But is there any dragon sanctuary here?” “Well, I am afraid I do not know of such things. We can ask the boundary guards later when they arrive. Okay? Let us go and eat now, you must be hungry, because Ketch looks like he certainly is. I’ll bring you to my favorite food outlet. As for Ruby, can we leave him here? A dragon of such size should be okay around these regions.” “Nah. Ruby and I never leave each other. We’re good friends, plus he can just sit outside the shop while we dine. I haven’t gotten him dinner yet you know, after such a tiresome journey.” “Yes, and both of them has sustained injuries in a foreign land, Hexyl.” “Fine. Let’s go. It’s dinner time.” ********* Outside the shop: “Ahhhh!!!!! It’s a mighty ferocious dragon!!!” (Scrambles and runs for her life) “Run for your life!!!” “Don’t just stone there, silly! Run!!! It will eat you!!!” “I... I... I can’t... I can’t move...” (Trembling) “Agrh!!! Someone save me!!!” (Faints) “Get it away from me!!!” “@#$%^&*” “Daddy! Mummy! Where are you?!” (Cries) “*&^%$#@” “Ugh! I think I am going to faint!” (Collapses) ***Puking sounds Everybody runs away... Except the terrified shopkeeper, who stood at his counter, trembling with lots of fear. “Dra... Dra... GON!!! Help!!! AGRH!!!!” “Sir! Don’t run away. It’s just a hungry visitor!” Hexyl tapped the shoulder of the terrified boss. “Hungry...? HELP!!! THE DRAGON IS HUNGRY!!!” “Please. It does not eat humans. You mean you don’t know? It is a tame dragon from Garnet city! Don’t insult their pride.” “Um... What will you have?” Calls for the trembling waitress hiding in the fridge. “Yes... May I... I... help you???” “I want a roasted chop.” “Do you sell salads?” said Ketch from his book. “Err... Is there any recommendations you can make?” “Well... Not really. Oh. How about chocolate sundae? We imported the finest chocolate and milk from Opal to make this.” “How does it taste like? Is it filling?” “Mmm... It is one of my personal favorites, because the milk and the chocolate are magically tasty and fresh. It is cooling, nicely sweet and quite filling, if you have an appetite for cold food.” “Okay. I’ll have it. To have cold food for a change might be cool.” “Is that all?” “Can I have one chocolate sundae too. It sounds nice.” “And a super big one, for my dragon outside.” “I am not too sure if it is really dragon food.” “Well, if I like it, Ruby will like it too.” A nice evening passed whilst the three of them + a dragon were chatting with the staff. Later... “Oh. How I like chocolate!” “Well, all girls do. It is not surprising.” “Wah. You talk like you know them very well eh, Hexyl.” Blushes= “No I don’t. In fact I don’t get them at all.” “Very funny.” (Laughs) ********* “The border guards are here. Thanks for spending your time with me waiting for them.” The Dragon: Moaw................. “Ruby is saying thanks.” “You’re welcome, Ruby.” “Anyway can I ask why you want to be in Amber?” “Well. I am on a mission for Garnet, and... I am there to look for somebody.” “Oh. Okay, good luck then. You can approach the elders if you need help in any way. And, I am from Amber.” “Really! Wow! To think I will meet one Amberian before I get there. I am so lucky! I will surely reach there then.” “Well, good luck for the journey. Send my regards to the elders!” “I will! Thank you for such a wonderful meal!” Then, the guards led Kaena and the big dragon away. Halfway, she turned back, and screamed: “We will surely meet again!!! I know it!!! Goodbye!!!” They waved and waved at her receding shadows. Yet fate’s strings did not get undone. It was predestined that the next time they will meet in another way and it... By Luanie the great monster =) Edit to your pleasure. To be continued…
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Thursday, May 25, 2006
So sorry this took so long to come up.Prince Antorell HeartsbloodThe Gray HouseDear Son,It has been twenty years since we have last met and you have been isolating yourself from court affairs. Although honestly I am not entirely pleased by your presence, I do not loath it and I do wish to see you again. After all, your mother Lady Kamanev wished for us to be reconciled and I know that you, as who you are, respect her deeply.Sad to say, out plans in Obsidian have somehow been exposed to the people of the rainbow. Fortunately for us, they have not taken action, and while they wait we should change our tactics. Though you may not wish to get involed in our political movements, I have a proposal to make. Knowing that you are a bright, in fact brilliant child, I would like to to aid us in our expansion. Rumour goes that you have created a very special set of weapons but have no use for them, since you spend most of your time on your music. I appeal to you to put your talents to use in the battleground and in return, I shall grant you your freedom.You are the only one who can safely cross the borders into the Spectrum as your eyes do not shun the light of the stars. Take Persephone with you. Although I don't approve of her, she is powerful and most useful. Isn't that why you staked your honour to rescue her?Do not throw this letter away! Read on and consider. How long will you spend your life in the Gray House, away from the rest of the world. The princesses here are waiting for you, so is your mother. Even if this does not move your heart, think about your freedom.Help us defeat the light and I shall reward you greatly.Your fatherThe King of Obsidian"That's it, that's all there is." Persephone laid the letter on her lap and watched the shadows play across the window. Just outside, trees stark and thorny rattled their branches in a wild wind. The Prince was connecting wires to his keyboard, jerking at the cords and snapping as he installed the wrong plug. Finally he gave up.
"That Father of mine is an idiot," he remarked.
Persephone smiled. She wound her spindly arm about the ebony harp placed next to her chair and plucked at the strings. "Oh?" she muttered.
There was a brief period of silence as the Prince turned about. The keyboard was glazed over with a coat of magic muck- it looked ruined. "But the old man got one thing right," he spoke, "I want my freedom, quite a lot. I give him credit for that."
This induced a wider smile upon Persephone's face. "Are you taking him on?"
"Maybe."
He leaned the keyboard upon the wall and paced about the room, his deep purple robe swishing as he moved. He lifted his head, caught a pale beem of moonlight upon his face, a thin pointed picture with sharp features and bloody red eyes. He was thinking about the letter.
"You'll be free you know," Persephone urged him.
"You're only happy if I'm free 'cos I promised to free you after that," he snapped. "And I'll only be free provided that no one catches me and demotes me from a demoted prince into a POW."
Persephone laughed good-naturedly. "You're powerful, you can take them on, I believe that. Even if you're a demoted prince."
"Shut up, I was demoted for your sake."
The skeleton trees outside rattled even harder and scraped the pane of the window. The prince moaned to himself. Horrid noises. He went over to Persephone and patted the frame of the harp. "Play," he instructed, "play that love song for me, whatever its called."
"YOU invented it," the other commented, "and you've forgotten the name?"
"Yes, so just play it."
Persephone shook her head and chuckled to herself. Silly. She touched the strings and pulled the first cord.
"Come away..." she began.
A little spark stirred in the darkness of the room, magic began to gather. Antorell watched it fasinated, staring at the shifting spell. Encouraged, he picked up the nearest instrument, an electric guitar and strummed along with the tune.
Come away, breathDown the muddy wayLove can change deathInto something you'd playThe vultures are songbirdsAnd graves paradiseCome away, breathClose your eyesLie in the marshes and drown in your sleepWhile dreaming of flowers in sun's shining keepBelieve that the dark here is forever dayBut love like your bodies shall soon meet decayCome away, breathThe night's not so stillDeluded wraithsShall cunningly killThe one who thinks all elseIt trusting and trueCome away, breathI love youI love you.By Mel Q
To be continued...
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Wednesday, May 03, 2006
It's night now. We've just reached Emeril of Emerald and I'd have been pretty exhausted physically had I not utterly tire myself out emotionally, thinking of the worst possibilities my husband-to-be could be and dampening my poor spirits.
Tonight, we'll be bunking in a hotel fully sponsored by my "husband" that I have not even seen once. Well, I guess I should feel lucky having a rich person willing to be my husband, but, I'm really not one of that sort... ungrateful as it is. My life revolves around my family and books, and I've immersed myself in the latter so much that's it's not hard to imagine that my husband was going to be one of those prince charming- well, not wearing those out-of-date- suits, of course, I mean, to at least get to have a husband that I actually love and marry out of my own free will. Well, it's all a faraway dream now.
Let's get on to more happy stuff shall we?
The hotel is nice. Really cosy and high class. It's in a tree- I know, you won't believe me. Well, sounds crazy, but here I am, in- inside of- a... tree. No wonder there's an old joke going round : Faries live in toadstools, where do people live?
Trees.
It's not what I would have expected.The trees here are humongous and inside has great lighting and a warm feel. Sigh. How I wish my siblings could be here with me too. I opened a window catch, revealing a previously hidden grand window and glimpsed outside. Surprisingly, the streets were still fairly crowded with people despite the late hour. Seeing a fairly ugly emeraldian guy hurring cross the streets, I couldn't but worry if what my husband-to-be was like that.
It is closing midnight, and yet despite all these comforts, I cannot sleep.
Lerayan was not really cold... but yet I cannot seem to relate to her these knotted ties winding in my stomach. I tossed and turned. Perhaps a night walk will put me in better spirits...
The crowd has not yet subsided much.Not really knowing the place well, I did not wander off in fear of getting lost in this large place. Finally, I decided to go to the hotel's stable to visit Pyro. To my utter horror, I saw two unruly merchants prodding curiously at her magnificent wings! Uh oh, bad move, people. She's flaring up! In one great swipe, she had barely missed clawing the two, but instead went crashing into a medium-sized wood work-house stationed on a branch of a fairly large tree behind the hotel's stable!
Like a great force acting on a piece of wood,the outer plank broke immediately letting the inner contents- loads and loads of sheets-slowly float to the ground. Just as I was thanking my lucky stars that no human pieces were plonking down, a shoe, sports shoe -barely missing my head by inches- came pelting down right in front of my eyes and landed with a sickening thud. I cupped my hands to my face and closed my eyes in guilt, unable to force it open at the thought of what came down with it.
"Are you okay?" A concerned voice coming from above -somehow- asked.
I slowly opened my eyes, to find... no one before me.Argh!! Why is this happening to me? Now, I must be stuck into one of those illusion reality worlds!!
"Here, here!" the voice came again, interrrupting my line of thoughts. " Up here!"
On looking up, I couldn't exactly see a person, just some beach skin in midst of the green. Adjusting my eyes, I could now see a young girl, around 16, or maybe younger clothed all round in Emerald's signature colour, with starkingly green eyes and long flowy brown hair which contained faint shades of both green and purple. She was dangling on a branch of the hurt tree with one hand gripping tightly to a branch and the other holding a book of some sort with a pencil sticking out of it.
"Hold on for a moment, please,"She requested politely, as she swung herself with ease down to the ground beside me. Oops, it kinda just hit me, I did destroy her house, didn't I? Tut tut...
"Hey..." She began, " I'm Tia, pleased to meet you." Her bright eyes smiled at me as she stretched out her hand.
Right...
Is she crazy or what?
I just ruined her house and she's saying she's pleased to meet me...
So much for extremes in a day.
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