Whenever I need to go somewhere far.
In the heavy rain.
I bless my luck and smile out wide,
For then I use the train!
Sometimes I just stare at it,
Thinking how it can take someone's life
Slicing people wide open,
As easily as a knife!
It's no wonder it's so fast,
It blows away everything by it's side,
But it can't go wherever you want.
Cause the railways act as it's guide!
Even though it has so many adventurous ways,
It never gives the people much pain
The people live happily with it.
So that my friends, is the humble train
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
The Tiger
The throne keeper of the forest
The best prowler of the rest
The preeminent carnivore of the jungle
The concrete calculator between the bungle.
Nose kept sharp, ears wide open
No one shall escape its mystical powers
Its amber gleaming felonious eyes' prowess
Revealing pure vileness and corruption
The hunter of the jungle
The man eater of the jungle
The wilderness grunt in terror
When judged by the dictator
Body sleek, wearing golden coat
With black stripes to complete its overcoat
Dappled face with black spots
As he searches for feasts on spots
Tail swaying, as it's in contemplation
Lacerating with its completed claws
In harmony for the wait
The wait to stop to lacerate
As the silky blood oozes down its throat
And satisfied with meat, on he trots.
The best prowler of the rest
The preeminent carnivore of the jungle
The concrete calculator between the bungle.
Nose kept sharp, ears wide open
No one shall escape its mystical powers
Its amber gleaming felonious eyes' prowess
Revealing pure vileness and corruption
The hunter of the jungle
The man eater of the jungle
The wilderness grunt in terror
When judged by the dictator
Body sleek, wearing golden coat
With black stripes to complete its overcoat
Dappled face with black spots
As he searches for feasts on spots
Tail swaying, as it's in contemplation
Lacerating with its completed claws
In harmony for the wait
The wait to stop to lacerate
As the silky blood oozes down its throat
And satisfied with meat, on he trots.
Deadly Confrontration - Henry Face To Face With The Creature
Every single tree looked identical to the rest. As Henry, ran through the jungle, thumping his way on the damp soil. He seemed to arrive at the same place, no matter how much he kept on severing his different paths. His pace retarded into totters, he lost falter as he hopelessly wandered around the evergreen forest. His feet were burning him to the bones, his feet were no longer one with his mindset as they betrayed him. He had always come to love the nature. It was the thing that he loved, made him to suffer at the moment.
He was definitely doomed, he was lost. Completely lost in this complex vast ecosystem.
'ANYONE?! ANYONE OUT THER-!' His other responsible half stopped him short. For heaven's sake! What the hell was I pulling up? He scanned the horizon for any sign of any alarmed carnivorous attacker. He was able to convince himself, the reason to keep a low profile. He had already seen for around thousand times in movies and educational programs, that noxious carnivores, lay their eyes and ears open for fresh meat in thick jungles like this one. Among them the tiger was the most unpleasant beast.
The evergreen trees towered the soil, blocking the sunlight to enter. Birds were chirping away on the thin thick twisted branches , bearing a few leaves. The trees' body were quite cracked and clawed from the animals' presence and they also reeked of age. A few mongooses ran to a hole near the huge buttress roots of the forest's buildings. The jays were screeching away.
A few low leveled trees with distorted trunks, and a few thin weak branches, were by the corners of the jungle. Mushrooms grew under the shade of the skyscrapers. Henry was dazed by the opulence of the jungle. A few wild flowers dancing with euphony, were pulpy and suede. The wind deadened through the glades of the forest, the gentle grass dancing in union.
Henry couldn't think of anything, just what you would expect from a 12 old year boy. He just kept on panting, while his other half stayed alert. He had no tools with him to create a safety for the time being. He was totally bared from tools or extra type of materials.
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Night was dawning on him so was cold, the light faded long ago allowing the darkness to come to life as shadows took place on the soil. The leaves and the patches of grass glimmered in the darkness as Henry sat, supported by a tree. Bitter wailing wind flew between his dark wavy hair while piercing his skin, only but making him feel the chill of darkness. Animals seemed to have come to life as keen eyes looked through the holes of the tree trunks. The spectral mist coiled around the skyscrapers' top , filtering the golden moonlight which happened to tend to drive the dancing shadows away. The stars looked like glittering asters preventing darkness from wrapping the sky.
Ruffling noise of alive feet resounded through the vast trees and leaves of the soul-enriching jungle, alarming Henry every few seconds. He survived the daytime hunting a few fruit bearing trees, with his bare hands by griming them to coal along with his blue fabric jeans. He also manage to come across some windfall apples, which tasted sweet as honey perking Henry. He somehow managed to spark a fire with the help of a few fallen branches. The fire in front of him crackled keeping the air alive with more sound.
He had walked on a few kilometers from his initial place during the light. He was looking for any exit for the moment as he wasn't much experienced in this 'survival stuff'. His tired eyes told him it was probably bedtime. But the crunching sounds of silhouettes of ghosts kept him alive from dozing off. The air around him was woody and smelt of peppermint and animal droppings.
Suddenly from darkness, over the blazing fire, a silent black silhouette leaped, right a few centimeters above Henry's head. Henry alarmed, along with his reflex, rolled himself over from his sitting position and jumped by using his hands as a springer on the ground, over the flames half somersaulting and half flying in the midair. The wind seemed to stop it's running track, as if it was watching a drama scene. Henry landed on the damp ground almost sliding, causing his right leg to limp in pain. His muscles ached from the sudden reflex action. The creature marked his claw on the tree's trunk, killing through Henry's aura only. The creature finally faced back to Henry, mad at his unexpected failure. The two were now just face to face, the fire blocking their path. The light finally gave out the creature's mysterious identity to being the renowned Tiger.
The creature's body little feral, elegant,glossy and sleek with powerful muscles pounding beats on the padded leg, which served as its powerhouse as well as making slinking movements with balletic grace. The muscles and ligaments were so well developed that it allowed him to pounce about 32 feet across. The undeniable, beautiful, graceful tiger wore a rich auburn gold coat with intense black stripes which ran across its width. The transverse black stripes followed to the tail from its head.
It's underside looked quite grayish to white, similar to the spot on the rear of its ears which served as false eyes. The golden coat allowed him to keep his pride and made him look the most indomitably courageous compared to the ghostly trees and the glimmering eyes from the tree trunks. The aura of failure an phantasmic lingered on near the tiger, as he smelled with his round quite convex pink like nose while his sharp thin white whiskers moved up and down on the convex,lumpy and dappled head.
It's glowing, feline, amber, chatoyant and smouldering eyes examined his prey whole as he reached his apex on having his feast, calculating the angles like a high school student in contemplation. Its retractile claws dug deep in its alluvium war land. There was a sepulchral silence in the jungle as everything stopped their activities to see the act of death.
Henry stood in place, frozen with horror, glued to the soil, marking his grave as he saw the pitiless and remorseless creature leap in dramatic air with coiled and reserved energy for the second time over the blazing wild flames, lightening its golden coat with respect.
Henry flowed down tears from his corners of his susceptible eyes, which felt lukewarm against his dry skin as the tiger pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. A husky grunt is all he could release from his lips as the tiger releasing its savage personality, lacerating flesh away from Henry's chest, revealing skully ribcage and the dragging beats of the heart.
Henry was already dead when the tiger opened his mouth to release vamparish carnivore teeth, which dug deep into Henry's throat. Fountains of oozy silky blood, which filled the creature's mouth with everlasting complacency and sweet harmony. The tiger swallowed more human flesh enjoying his feast as if he was in heaven, shadows dancing here and there on his prideful coat. His eyes gleaming with excitement beyond explanations. The chilly wind stopped to pay a respect to the tiger as if he became the lord of the jungle.
The tiger finally with his head held high left the bloody dismembered mess of Henry on the feast table to rest in the middle of nowhere, and prowled into the jungle in his festive mood to have another pleasant dinner, yet without any much complexity and fuss.The lustrous asters lighting its path and banishing all the despair and gloominess fostered by the eerie darkness as the shaggy heads of the distorted trees filtered, allowing sparks of light the remote incandescent luminous bodies emitted.
He was definitely doomed, he was lost. Completely lost in this complex vast ecosystem.
'ANYONE?! ANYONE OUT THER-!' His other responsible half stopped him short. For heaven's sake! What the hell was I pulling up? He scanned the horizon for any sign of any alarmed carnivorous attacker. He was able to convince himself, the reason to keep a low profile. He had already seen for around thousand times in movies and educational programs, that noxious carnivores, lay their eyes and ears open for fresh meat in thick jungles like this one. Among them the tiger was the most unpleasant beast.
The evergreen trees towered the soil, blocking the sunlight to enter. Birds were chirping away on the thin thick twisted branches , bearing a few leaves. The trees' body were quite cracked and clawed from the animals' presence and they also reeked of age. A few mongooses ran to a hole near the huge buttress roots of the forest's buildings. The jays were screeching away.
A few low leveled trees with distorted trunks, and a few thin weak branches, were by the corners of the jungle. Mushrooms grew under the shade of the skyscrapers. Henry was dazed by the opulence of the jungle. A few wild flowers dancing with euphony, were pulpy and suede. The wind deadened through the glades of the forest, the gentle grass dancing in union.
Henry couldn't think of anything, just what you would expect from a 12 old year boy. He just kept on panting, while his other half stayed alert. He had no tools with him to create a safety for the time being. He was totally bared from tools or extra type of materials.
*****************
Night was dawning on him so was cold, the light faded long ago allowing the darkness to come to life as shadows took place on the soil. The leaves and the patches of grass glimmered in the darkness as Henry sat, supported by a tree. Bitter wailing wind flew between his dark wavy hair while piercing his skin, only but making him feel the chill of darkness. Animals seemed to have come to life as keen eyes looked through the holes of the tree trunks. The spectral mist coiled around the skyscrapers' top , filtering the golden moonlight which happened to tend to drive the dancing shadows away. The stars looked like glittering asters preventing darkness from wrapping the sky.
Ruffling noise of alive feet resounded through the vast trees and leaves of the soul-enriching jungle, alarming Henry every few seconds. He survived the daytime hunting a few fruit bearing trees, with his bare hands by griming them to coal along with his blue fabric jeans. He also manage to come across some windfall apples, which tasted sweet as honey perking Henry. He somehow managed to spark a fire with the help of a few fallen branches. The fire in front of him crackled keeping the air alive with more sound.
He had walked on a few kilometers from his initial place during the light. He was looking for any exit for the moment as he wasn't much experienced in this 'survival stuff'. His tired eyes told him it was probably bedtime. But the crunching sounds of silhouettes of ghosts kept him alive from dozing off. The air around him was woody and smelt of peppermint and animal droppings.
Suddenly from darkness, over the blazing fire, a silent black silhouette leaped, right a few centimeters above Henry's head. Henry alarmed, along with his reflex, rolled himself over from his sitting position and jumped by using his hands as a springer on the ground, over the flames half somersaulting and half flying in the midair. The wind seemed to stop it's running track, as if it was watching a drama scene. Henry landed on the damp ground almost sliding, causing his right leg to limp in pain. His muscles ached from the sudden reflex action. The creature marked his claw on the tree's trunk, killing through Henry's aura only. The creature finally faced back to Henry, mad at his unexpected failure. The two were now just face to face, the fire blocking their path. The light finally gave out the creature's mysterious identity to being the renowned Tiger.
The creature's body little feral, elegant,glossy and sleek with powerful muscles pounding beats on the padded leg, which served as its powerhouse as well as making slinking movements with balletic grace. The muscles and ligaments were so well developed that it allowed him to pounce about 32 feet across. The undeniable, beautiful, graceful tiger wore a rich auburn gold coat with intense black stripes which ran across its width. The transverse black stripes followed to the tail from its head.
It's underside looked quite grayish to white, similar to the spot on the rear of its ears which served as false eyes. The golden coat allowed him to keep his pride and made him look the most indomitably courageous compared to the ghostly trees and the glimmering eyes from the tree trunks. The aura of failure an phantasmic lingered on near the tiger, as he smelled with his round quite convex pink like nose while his sharp thin white whiskers moved up and down on the convex,lumpy and dappled head.
It's glowing, feline, amber, chatoyant and smouldering eyes examined his prey whole as he reached his apex on having his feast, calculating the angles like a high school student in contemplation. Its retractile claws dug deep in its alluvium war land. There was a sepulchral silence in the jungle as everything stopped their activities to see the act of death.
Henry stood in place, frozen with horror, glued to the soil, marking his grave as he saw the pitiless and remorseless creature leap in dramatic air with coiled and reserved energy for the second time over the blazing wild flames, lightening its golden coat with respect.
Henry flowed down tears from his corners of his susceptible eyes, which felt lukewarm against his dry skin as the tiger pounced on him, pinning him to the ground. A husky grunt is all he could release from his lips as the tiger releasing its savage personality, lacerating flesh away from Henry's chest, revealing skully ribcage and the dragging beats of the heart.
Henry was already dead when the tiger opened his mouth to release vamparish carnivore teeth, which dug deep into Henry's throat. Fountains of oozy silky blood, which filled the creature's mouth with everlasting complacency and sweet harmony. The tiger swallowed more human flesh enjoying his feast as if he was in heaven, shadows dancing here and there on his prideful coat. His eyes gleaming with excitement beyond explanations. The chilly wind stopped to pay a respect to the tiger as if he became the lord of the jungle.
The tiger finally with his head held high left the bloody dismembered mess of Henry on the feast table to rest in the middle of nowhere, and prowled into the jungle in his festive mood to have another pleasant dinner, yet without any much complexity and fuss.The lustrous asters lighting its path and banishing all the despair and gloominess fostered by the eerie darkness as the shaggy heads of the distorted trees filtered, allowing sparks of light the remote incandescent luminous bodies emitted.
Claws Of Horror
Running around, John suddenly realized that he was completely lost in a huge, baleful deathtrap called the forest. He struggled to find food, shelter and tried to use the best of his knowledge to survive another day. John tried to remain as discreet as possible, in order to repel any unwelcome guests. For if he ,by any chance, comes in range with the king of the forest, he knows that his only weapon is a kitchen knife. He picked a place to build a temporary home quite higher than the canopy. It was no problem for him to get somewhere that because he was an awesome climber. He made his home invulnerable from ground attacks. It was made out of medium sized logs, he got from the ground. His only aim now was to get to the top of the hill, from there he could use the flare sticks he had ,to send an SOS signal.
The forest had a dangerous ecosystem. The environment was just as dangerous as the animals that lived there. The carnivores had different hunting tactics of their own. The forest got more and more dangerous by the hour. The chance of survival without water wasn't low in this forest as there were enough fruit trees here, but guarded by the ferocious monkeys who formed groups to help protect different parts of the canopy.
By the last hour he was awake in the "first day", he had made some good weapons ,using his knife ,just enough to hold off the lightest of beasts in the forest. His first weapon was a long, pointed, wooden stake. His second weapon was a coconut shell filled with liquid glue from it's tree. He planned to throw this shell towards the animal so that it would feel irritation and leave him immediately. And his third weapon was his knife itself.
John passed this night with almost no sleep. It wasn't like he was uncomfortable or anything.....he was scared. Scared of the silence.
The forest had a dangerous ecosystem. The environment was just as dangerous as the animals that lived there. The carnivores had different hunting tactics of their own. The forest got more and more dangerous by the hour. The chance of survival without water wasn't low in this forest as there were enough fruit trees here, but guarded by the ferocious monkeys who formed groups to help protect different parts of the canopy.
By the last hour he was awake in the "first day", he had made some good weapons ,using his knife ,just enough to hold off the lightest of beasts in the forest. His first weapon was a long, pointed, wooden stake. His second weapon was a coconut shell filled with liquid glue from it's tree. He planned to throw this shell towards the animal so that it would feel irritation and leave him immediately. And his third weapon was his knife itself.
John passed this night with almost no sleep. It wasn't like he was uncomfortable or anything.....he was scared. Scared of the silence.
In the next day as soon as he saw sunlight, John got up from his bed and started his journey towards the hill with all his weapons at the ready. He regretted his negligence to gym class, otherwise he would have been much much stronger against the competition he was in now. His head was aching, skin was dry and he was feeling extremely dizzy. He took many short breaks in order to get back to his senses. He now knew that he was suffering from dehydration. The lack of sleep hindered his journey greatly but he had no interest in delaying his journey in something he thought of as so stupid as sleep. He continued on his journey avoiding the fact that his body started to betray him in all the ways possible. After travelling about 30 minutes in extreme pain, he suddenly fell to the ground, unconscious of where he was. He tried his best to get up but he just couldn't do it. He fell asleep.
After about 6 hours, John opened his eyes feeling much refreshed now but also shocked about the fact that he didn't yet prepare a proper shelter now in the dark. It would cost him almost an hour now to make a spot for the night. He knew that he would only be killed by the monkeys if he went near the fruit trees to get food. He had only one option now: Stay awake the whole night.
He slowly and prudently proceeded forwards, gripping his stake(which he now lit fire on) on one hand and the pot of glue on the other, toward the hill which was about 4 kilometers away from him. His legs were shivering from the horror. He had lost all his hope.
Suddenly John was attracted by the sound of rustling dry leaves which were obviously being stepped on, as far as he could deduce. He crouched, still scanning the landscape all around him. He stood up and continued walking again.
Again he was alarmed by the same commotion he had experienced a moment ago. This time he stopped and payed more concentration towards the sound. Suddenly the sound grew harder and came closer until John saw a huge mammal vaulting over a fat log and landing straight a few meters in front of him from the darkness out of his range of sight. The creature growled from deep in its throat, baring its fangs. Eyes fixed on John. John's body went cold and senseless. The rush of terror that he felt canceled out his concentration on the reality. When the feeling sank in, John could salvage some meaning from something that was just plain terror. And sure enough.......... it was the queen of the forest.....The Tiger!!!
Suddenly John was attracted by the sound of rustling dry leaves which were obviously being stepped on, as far as he could deduce. He crouched, still scanning the landscape all around him. He stood up and continued walking again.
Again he was alarmed by the same commotion he had experienced a moment ago. This time he stopped and payed more concentration towards the sound. Suddenly the sound grew harder and came closer until John saw a huge mammal vaulting over a fat log and landing straight a few meters in front of him from the darkness out of his range of sight. The creature growled from deep in its throat, baring its fangs. Eyes fixed on John. John's body went cold and senseless. The rush of terror that he felt canceled out his concentration on the reality. When the feeling sank in, John could salvage some meaning from something that was just plain terror. And sure enough.......... it was the queen of the forest.....The Tiger!!!
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Tuesday, December 23, 2014
Chapter 1 The Dispatch
Why can't I feel anything?
The last thing I remember is the sensation of being impaled.
Where am I?
Now that I come to think of it, who am I exactly? No, what am I?
Why is darkness surrounding me?
As these questions kept on popping up in his mind, Aven, drowned into a sea of darkness in his consciousness.
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9:43 am, Sunday, 3015.
'You ready?'
'Of course I am, I am the one who devised this plan after all.'
'Did you create the substitute?'
'I did, but are you sure you killed them all?'
'Yeah, I'm sure. Now the General should dispatch a squad to investigate. If all goes well, Captain Walter is probably gonna show up.'
'Good.'
'Come here, after 5 more hours or so.'
'You can count on me.'
Saying this, their paths separated, literally.
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Profile
Name: Aven Clerkson
Age : 13
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Rank : Second Lieutenant
Status : Alive
Speciality in combat : Using Tactics
Personality :Dark
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1:37 pm, Sunday, 3015.
'Yo Aven! What's up?' Louis stopped him as he was cantering through the busy streets.
Aven dashed to a stop. He bent down his knees to take a breath.
'The sky is up, what else is?' Aven looked up to reply.
'Usual Aven.' Louis muttered under his breath at once as if he was expecting that answer.
Louis was one of his childhood friends. He had a cheerful personality which happened to irritate Aven. But nevertheless he is useful sometimes. He is always known to Aven as his 'rival' or something of that sort.
'Oh, yeah are going anywhere? If not, then -' Louis was stopped short by Aven.
Aven had already reckoned where this conversation was leading to. I'm sure now he's gonna ask me to hang over at his place. I better make my move quick or else.
'Sorry Louis, but I just got an urgent call from my Captain. I must hurry, or you know.... how Captain Walter is like.' Aven finished, inspecting Louis face, awaiting for any sign of giving up.
'Oh, now that I think about you became a Second Lieutenant, so did I!' Louis exclaimed, looking at his face, waiting for him to be surprised.
The sun was shining incessantly onto the crowded streets. The rushing people, from an aerial view, looked exactly like ants interweaving in each others paths, and bumping into each other slightly. Not a single person gave notice to them as they were standing on the middle of the streets, which looked odd among the 'ants'.
'What the-! When did you become a Second Lieutenant?' Aven looked at him, perplexed.
'Okay, let me see...' Louis started to say playfully enjoying the sudden expression on Aven's face, 'I guess after the second last mission.'
'And you didn't tell me anything about that? And there I went thinking that I finally surpassed you.' Aven finished that last part with a sigh.
'What are you talking about? You can't surpass me just by being raised to a higher position!'
All of a sudden Louis expression turned grave. 'You have to remember we are not the same species.'
He was right, he was a Reavein and Aven a human. In that world that was not such a bad thing for a human to be friends with a Reavein, in fact they already have joined forces to form an alliance.
'Anyways,' Aven wanted to end the conversation quick, ' I've to go! Bye!' Saying this he ran away from him at full speed even before Louis could reply back
Why does he have to be so impolite? Louis thought as he started to run towards the main entrance to meet up with his squad.
***
Ten minutes later.
Dammit! I'm late. Aven glanced at his watch. He was fifteen minutes late. Well, it was not exactly Louis's fault, fully. According to him, he would still be 5 minutes late, if he hadn't come across Louis on the way.
After a moment's running a two story building rose up in front of Aven. He stopped in front of the building. The walls were all damp and weeds were growing on. The whole concrete building kind of looked worn out. No one even have bothered to dust the walls or something like that for ages.
I wonder why Captain lives in this worn out building. Is he suffering from financial problems or does he like to live here? Aven thought as he headed towards the door.
The most weirdest thing about the building was that, even though it looked worn out and all, there was a computer based lock system there.
How did they set up the wires anyways? Don't they short - circuit because of the wall's dampness? Aven thought, as he fiercely kept on hitting several buttons simultaneously. The fingers kept on doing its work for more than one whole minute or so.
After a while he started to turn out cold. Well, now comes the difficult part.
Right after he hit the last three buttons at once, he jumped right in through the open door into a cold dark room.The door snapped shut behind him. As soon as the heart beating event was over he sat down on the freezing cold concrete floor to catch some breath. He thought of the dreadful incident that would happen if he was caught between the closing doors, he just didn't want to picture that. Why do they have to set up these kind of locks anyway? Don't they know that it's too risky?
Aven started to squint through the dark room, it was kinda tough for him, but after a moment he gave up.
'WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! Come up, quick!' A voice boomed from upstairs.
Aven jerked up and squinted up to see his Captain standing in front of the door that lead upstairs. ' Yes sir!' Saying this he started running towards his captain.
'Would you mind answering my question?' The captain asked in an irritated way as Aven reached the top.
Aven entered to see his squad member - First Lieutenant Erick. 'Uh, sir, I just happened to meet Second Lieutenant Louis from the Reavein Division.' He said turning to Walter.
Erick was another one of those Aven's childhood friends, and they both grew up together. They truly, unlike Louis, had the exact same personality, which is that they were both unenthusiastic about almost everything, although the main difference among those two was that, Erick was always better in studies and handling weapons than Aven. Aven as you could say, a person who truly hates physical activities.
'That excuse isn't good enough. Anyways,' Captain Walter started to change the topic, as he did this he took a quick glance at his watch, ' I hope you two already know why I've called you here. It's about the case that just recently came up. You know that 4 days ago the general sent a group of investigators to search and investigate the Rayvengers' base. Already -' Walter was stopped short by Aven.
'Sir, sorry to interrupt, but why did they send investigators to search for the Rayvengers' base? I thought Rayvengers disappeared long time ago.' Aven asked softly afraid of being shouted at.
Walter's countenance turned shocked, 'What the-! What are you? Don't you ever touch the newspaper or watch the news broadcasted in a electronic box called Television or TV for short!' Walter just completely lost it, his temper that is.
'Uh, sorry sir. But still..' Aven said slowly partially realizing his mistake, but his curiosity overcame his fear to ask again. And even though, he couldn't care less to touch the newspaper, because he seriously hated reading paragraphs with difficult words in it.
Walter started to calm down from his quick rush of temper, 'I never had the intention of not telling you anyways. For starters you should know that there are two cities in this kingdom of ours. Ours is called Trigordy.' There was a moment's silence then Walter started to laugh after saying that.
'Sir, stop joking. I knew that. I'm not that uninformed.' Aven, embarrassed, said looking at Erick's laughing face.
Walter finally recovered from the laugh, 'Anyways, the other city, Elitrina, just got attacked several days ago. The people identified the attackers as Rayvengers. They happened to kidnap over hundred of children of the age of 6 from that city. They also happened to slaughter many, but no children were found dead, most of them were gone missing. The city however managed to capture one Rayvenger. As soon as he was interrogated, even before they could split anything out from him, he just committed suicide. So as you can understand their city is currently defenseless since that last assault. So our city took the responsibility of dispatching investigators to search for their base. And just this morning we totally lost contact with that group. Our current assumption is that they are either severely injured or they are dead.'
'So sir, are we the only group being dispatched?' Erick said dully, not showing much curiosity.
'No, a squad from the Reavein branch(the Reavein branch is from Elitrina) has already been dispatched, thirty minutes ago or so,' Walter checked his watch, then continued,' However the captain of that squad(Haymes) is currently on a different mission, so they put the First lieutenant of that squad's temporary captain.'
'Okay before we begin the mission it's better to know the teammates of that squad, just to be on the safe side... Here are the names: (Temporary) Captain Kelvin and Second Lieutenant Louis.' Walter repeated from what was written on a scrip of paper.
He even has to see a script of paper to read only those two names? Thought Aven, holding his laughter inside. It was no big deal if a captain saw a piece of paper to read out two mere names, but Aven emphasized the situation as he wanted to repay Walter for embarrassing him.
'Louis?' Aven emerged out of his thoughts. But, he never mentioned he was dispatched on a mission as same as ours. Hang on, that means that he wasn't going ask me to hang out at his house? Then what was he going to ask? Aven didin't know the answer to that.
'Okay! Enough talk! Move out! Move out!' Walter signaled them, totally ignoring Aven's question of surprise.
As Walter rushed out the two followed him out, but they had no way of knowing that they were just getting lured into the enemy's trap.
Preview of the Next Coming Chapter:
As Walter's squad head to rendezvous with the other squad, Kelvin and Louis is confronted by a mysterious Rayvenger. The Rayvenger overwhelms them, regardless of the number. Louis' team calls for help, but will the reinforcements arrive in time? Or will the latency of the reinforcements lead them to be walking on their companions' dead bodies and the crimson flooded horizon?
The last thing I remember is the sensation of being impaled.
Where am I?
Now that I come to think of it, who am I exactly? No, what am I?
Why is darkness surrounding me?
As these questions kept on popping up in his mind, Aven, drowned into a sea of darkness in his consciousness.
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9:43 am, Sunday, 3015.
'You ready?'
'Of course I am, I am the one who devised this plan after all.'
'Did you create the substitute?'
'I did, but are you sure you killed them all?'
'Yeah, I'm sure. Now the General should dispatch a squad to investigate. If all goes well, Captain Walter is probably gonna show up.'
'Good.'
'Come here, after 5 more hours or so.'
'You can count on me.'
Saying this, their paths separated, literally.
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Profile
Name: Aven Clerkson
Age : 13
Gender: Male
Species: Human
Rank : Second Lieutenant
Status : Alive
Speciality in combat : Using Tactics
Personality :Dark
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1:37 pm, Sunday, 3015.
'Yo Aven! What's up?' Louis stopped him as he was cantering through the busy streets.
Aven dashed to a stop. He bent down his knees to take a breath.
'The sky is up, what else is?' Aven looked up to reply.
'Usual Aven.' Louis muttered under his breath at once as if he was expecting that answer.
Louis was one of his childhood friends. He had a cheerful personality which happened to irritate Aven. But nevertheless he is useful sometimes. He is always known to Aven as his 'rival' or something of that sort.
'Oh, yeah are going anywhere? If not, then -' Louis was stopped short by Aven.
Aven had already reckoned where this conversation was leading to. I'm sure now he's gonna ask me to hang over at his place. I better make my move quick or else.
'Sorry Louis, but I just got an urgent call from my Captain. I must hurry, or you know.... how Captain Walter is like.' Aven finished, inspecting Louis face, awaiting for any sign of giving up.
'Oh, now that I think about you became a Second Lieutenant, so did I!' Louis exclaimed, looking at his face, waiting for him to be surprised.
The sun was shining incessantly onto the crowded streets. The rushing people, from an aerial view, looked exactly like ants interweaving in each others paths, and bumping into each other slightly. Not a single person gave notice to them as they were standing on the middle of the streets, which looked odd among the 'ants'.
'What the-! When did you become a Second Lieutenant?' Aven looked at him, perplexed.
'Okay, let me see...' Louis started to say playfully enjoying the sudden expression on Aven's face, 'I guess after the second last mission.'
'And you didn't tell me anything about that? And there I went thinking that I finally surpassed you.' Aven finished that last part with a sigh.
'What are you talking about? You can't surpass me just by being raised to a higher position!'
All of a sudden Louis expression turned grave. 'You have to remember we are not the same species.'
He was right, he was a Reavein and Aven a human. In that world that was not such a bad thing for a human to be friends with a Reavein, in fact they already have joined forces to form an alliance.
'Anyways,' Aven wanted to end the conversation quick, ' I've to go! Bye!' Saying this he ran away from him at full speed even before Louis could reply back
Why does he have to be so impolite? Louis thought as he started to run towards the main entrance to meet up with his squad.
***
Ten minutes later.
Dammit! I'm late. Aven glanced at his watch. He was fifteen minutes late. Well, it was not exactly Louis's fault, fully. According to him, he would still be 5 minutes late, if he hadn't come across Louis on the way.
After a moment's running a two story building rose up in front of Aven. He stopped in front of the building. The walls were all damp and weeds were growing on. The whole concrete building kind of looked worn out. No one even have bothered to dust the walls or something like that for ages.
I wonder why Captain lives in this worn out building. Is he suffering from financial problems or does he like to live here? Aven thought as he headed towards the door.
The most weirdest thing about the building was that, even though it looked worn out and all, there was a computer based lock system there.
How did they set up the wires anyways? Don't they short - circuit because of the wall's dampness? Aven thought, as he fiercely kept on hitting several buttons simultaneously. The fingers kept on doing its work for more than one whole minute or so.
After a while he started to turn out cold. Well, now comes the difficult part.
Right after he hit the last three buttons at once, he jumped right in through the open door into a cold dark room.The door snapped shut behind him. As soon as the heart beating event was over he sat down on the freezing cold concrete floor to catch some breath. He thought of the dreadful incident that would happen if he was caught between the closing doors, he just didn't want to picture that. Why do they have to set up these kind of locks anyway? Don't they know that it's too risky?
Aven started to squint through the dark room, it was kinda tough for him, but after a moment he gave up.
'WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG?! Come up, quick!' A voice boomed from upstairs.
Aven jerked up and squinted up to see his Captain standing in front of the door that lead upstairs. ' Yes sir!' Saying this he started running towards his captain.
'Would you mind answering my question?' The captain asked in an irritated way as Aven reached the top.
Aven entered to see his squad member - First Lieutenant Erick. 'Uh, sir, I just happened to meet Second Lieutenant Louis from the Reavein Division.' He said turning to Walter.
Erick was another one of those Aven's childhood friends, and they both grew up together. They truly, unlike Louis, had the exact same personality, which is that they were both unenthusiastic about almost everything, although the main difference among those two was that, Erick was always better in studies and handling weapons than Aven. Aven as you could say, a person who truly hates physical activities.
'That excuse isn't good enough. Anyways,' Captain Walter started to change the topic, as he did this he took a quick glance at his watch, ' I hope you two already know why I've called you here. It's about the case that just recently came up. You know that 4 days ago the general sent a group of investigators to search and investigate the Rayvengers' base. Already -' Walter was stopped short by Aven.
'Sir, sorry to interrupt, but why did they send investigators to search for the Rayvengers' base? I thought Rayvengers disappeared long time ago.' Aven asked softly afraid of being shouted at.
Walter's countenance turned shocked, 'What the-! What are you? Don't you ever touch the newspaper or watch the news broadcasted in a electronic box called Television or TV for short!' Walter just completely lost it, his temper that is.
'Uh, sorry sir. But still..' Aven said slowly partially realizing his mistake, but his curiosity overcame his fear to ask again. And even though, he couldn't care less to touch the newspaper, because he seriously hated reading paragraphs with difficult words in it.
Walter started to calm down from his quick rush of temper, 'I never had the intention of not telling you anyways. For starters you should know that there are two cities in this kingdom of ours. Ours is called Trigordy.' There was a moment's silence then Walter started to laugh after saying that.
'Sir, stop joking. I knew that. I'm not that uninformed.' Aven, embarrassed, said looking at Erick's laughing face.
Walter finally recovered from the laugh, 'Anyways, the other city, Elitrina, just got attacked several days ago. The people identified the attackers as Rayvengers. They happened to kidnap over hundred of children of the age of 6 from that city. They also happened to slaughter many, but no children were found dead, most of them were gone missing. The city however managed to capture one Rayvenger. As soon as he was interrogated, even before they could split anything out from him, he just committed suicide. So as you can understand their city is currently defenseless since that last assault. So our city took the responsibility of dispatching investigators to search for their base. And just this morning we totally lost contact with that group. Our current assumption is that they are either severely injured or they are dead.'
'So sir, are we the only group being dispatched?' Erick said dully, not showing much curiosity.
'No, a squad from the Reavein branch(the Reavein branch is from Elitrina) has already been dispatched, thirty minutes ago or so,' Walter checked his watch, then continued,' However the captain of that squad(Haymes) is currently on a different mission, so they put the First lieutenant of that squad's temporary captain.'
'Okay before we begin the mission it's better to know the teammates of that squad, just to be on the safe side... Here are the names: (Temporary) Captain Kelvin and Second Lieutenant Louis.' Walter repeated from what was written on a scrip of paper.
He even has to see a script of paper to read only those two names? Thought Aven, holding his laughter inside. It was no big deal if a captain saw a piece of paper to read out two mere names, but Aven emphasized the situation as he wanted to repay Walter for embarrassing him.
'Louis?' Aven emerged out of his thoughts. But, he never mentioned he was dispatched on a mission as same as ours. Hang on, that means that he wasn't going ask me to hang out at his house? Then what was he going to ask? Aven didin't know the answer to that.
'Okay! Enough talk! Move out! Move out!' Walter signaled them, totally ignoring Aven's question of surprise.
As Walter rushed out the two followed him out, but they had no way of knowing that they were just getting lured into the enemy's trap.
Preview of the Next Coming Chapter:
As Walter's squad head to rendezvous with the other squad, Kelvin and Louis is confronted by a mysterious Rayvenger. The Rayvenger overwhelms them, regardless of the number. Louis' team calls for help, but will the reinforcements arrive in time? Or will the latency of the reinforcements lead them to be walking on their companions' dead bodies and the crimson flooded horizon?
About the New Dawn Series
As you know, our blog is gonna launch a brand new series, a weekly publishment, going as 'The New Dawn'.
Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Magic, Action, Adventure, Drama, Military.
Rating - 11+ (Violence and Profanity)
It is a fantasy series, densely action-packed thriller, I have to admit it's a bit gory and there is some blood violence. The story line is quite similar to something. You will soon notice what element it's similar to.
It starts with the history of Reaveins and how they were born. The protagonist, Aven Clerkson, starts out as a normal soldier. Well, that's what he thinks. But as the story progresses, his deep secrets get uncovered. His involvements in the dark times also get unraveled to him.
The credits for writing this series goes to Shafin Barshan and Redwan Islam(unfortunately he is not a member of this blog). Normally Redwan was the one who came up with names of the swords and the ideas of the masks that most of the Rayvengers wear. And Shafin Barshan produced the plot and the character personalities and actions.
The prologue is quite big and the language is quite childish. The actions scenes are tended to be improved in the future chapters.
The prologue is gonna launch soon(today of course!).
Genres: Fantasy, Supernatural, Magic, Action, Adventure, Drama, Military.
Rating - 11+ (Violence and Profanity)
It is a fantasy series, densely action-packed thriller, I have to admit it's a bit gory and there is some blood violence. The story line is quite similar to something. You will soon notice what element it's similar to.
It starts with the history of Reaveins and how they were born. The protagonist, Aven Clerkson, starts out as a normal soldier. Well, that's what he thinks. But as the story progresses, his deep secrets get uncovered. His involvements in the dark times also get unraveled to him.
The credits for writing this series goes to Shafin Barshan and Redwan Islam(unfortunately he is not a member of this blog). Normally Redwan was the one who came up with names of the swords and the ideas of the masks that most of the Rayvengers wear. And Shafin Barshan produced the plot and the character personalities and actions.
The prologue is quite big and the language is quite childish. The actions scenes are tended to be improved in the future chapters.
The prologue is gonna launch soon(today of course!).
Mathematics
Mathematics
My heart stops beating,
My brain plays tricks.
When I study this rude thing,
Called Mathematics!
Whenever this topic comes up
I just cover my ears
And just hope to God that
This subject just disappears!
My friends tend to leave me
And my parents don't care anymore.
Because of this dumb reason
I'm getting avoided and ignored.
But just when luck totally leaves my side
I start this lengthy, plan of practice
With the soul aim to get better,
At this rude thing, called Mathematics!!!!
I just cover my ears
And just hope to God that
This subject just disappears!
My friends tend to leave me
And my parents don't care anymore.
Because of this dumb reason
I'm getting avoided and ignored.
But just when luck totally leaves my side
I start this lengthy, plan of practice
With the soul aim to get better,
At this rude thing, called Mathematics!!!!
Day 2: The End
Day 2: The End
"I'll give you the keys tonight!", Jack shouts from the back alley."Yeah no problem, but contact Mr. David for the registration papers!", replies John.
John was very happy that gloomy evening......his dream was finally coming true! A fancy and big coffee house managed by he and his friends in the city of love, Paris.
He walks home from their newly built food joint. He built it in such a place that the customers could see The Eiffel Tower sitting. He had invited Jack to his home that night to celebrate. He reached home and sat down and started working on the management and the inner design of their shop, on his computer. Then finishing his work he merrily organised the table. "Hey John.........what's burning bro?", Jack questioned him when he got the smell of something burning. "Oh my I almost forgot about the steak!!!!!!" John shouted while he ran towards the kitchen.They sat down to eat and discussed about the menu of their restaurant. "There's gonna be barbecue, tacos, pizzas ,burgers , sub sandwiches, and most important.......cofeeeee and lots more!" said Jack. " By the way ....... have we even chose a name???!!!" John exclaims.
"Oh nice! I forgot about that!.......how about 'The twin J's'?"
Jack hesitated for while at John's guess, then snapped out of it exclaiming:
"The Twin J's it is!"
The two chatted on as the night slipped onward.
The next day they arranged the name board which was very elegant indeed.
The next few days went on with extreme stress for the two.
Then finally came the opening day. The boys dressed their best and arranged a beautiful decoration for the entire street, musicians, one puppet show and they them selves did the service!
There were tons of customers.....loving the food, the presentation and all.
This is a perfect day one!!" Jack silently said to himself.
The boys went home happily and slept after doing all the kitchen work back at the shop.
The next day, John woke up early, took a shower, had his breakfast and dressed himself. He took the keys, his cell phone, the newly printed menu sheets he prepped last night and finally his helmet. The shop wasn't too far from his home. He motored his way down the street and......suddenly as he caught a glimpse of the shop......he rushed forward to it throwing his helmet off, and running like he has never before......not in happiness, in extreme horrification He was totally heartbroken when he saw his dream......shattered to pieces by a bulldozer. He was left speechless. A tear dropped down his dry cheek. He didn't want to know why his shop was being demolished, he was totally drowning in astonishment, pushed away from his senses. Jack arrived shortly after .Now 100 times more restless than John screaming at the assistants to the bulldozer at the highest pitch of sound." WHAT IS HAPPENING!!!!!!!!!!!WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS!!! WHAT HAPPENED!!!!!!!" But their answer was simple." I'm sorry, you don't have authorization to put up a shop without registration."
John was totally surprised by his words. He shouted again and again at the guy and finally went to Jack who was on his knees......left speechless, explaining that he did give the registry papers to the landowner, Mr. David. The whole day went in extreme sorrow and extreme anxiousness. Then Jack finally called Mr. David about this...........HE WASN'T RECEIVING HIS PHONE!
He tried him a hundred times but....there was no reply.....
Jack went to David's home only to find out that he had left the apartment.
"THAT-! YOU RUINED MY FRIENDS LIFE AND MINE TOO!!!!!I'M GOING TO HUNT YOU DOWN AND RUIN YOU TOO!!!! JUST WAIT!!" Jack threatened in extreme anger, choking. Determining with John, to make him suffer........no matter what it takes.....
Friday, November 14, 2014
For Your Information
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Chess
I wonder why,
Everyone is in stress,
When I tell them
When I tell them
"Let's play chess!" "Let's play chess!"
Although the game looks
So boring from the outside
But do they ever have the guts
To give the poor game... at least one try?
They don't know the fun you can get from it
Well that is because...
Forget playing,
They never got to finish it!
Well I don't know about you guys
But to me,
Chess is one of the best games
I've ever tried!
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
BOB
Mental Asylums are never very pleasant. When you think of a mental asylum you most of the time think of crazy mentally ill patients and things of that sort. They are always very unsettling. Abandoned ones are worse.
Abandoned ones are even more unsettling. Maybe even just borderline scary. Who knows what could have happened in those dark, empty rooms. What kind of illegal experimental procedures had been performed on the poor patients that were forced to live there. Ok, there are no mental hospitals of today that use experimental and illegal procedures. But that statement is not confirmed of the mental hospitals of the past, when man was not as good with medicine as they are now.
One example would be The Blackhill Mental Asylum....
It was a Mental hospital, built possibly in 1756. A time when doctors could use experimental procedures and not get arrested for it. Now they are illegal, and we can be thankful for it. Blackhill
Mental Asylum was the worst in its time, possibly the worst ever. It used medicines and procedures that were not confirmed by scientists. Some were even poisonous. Approximately 1356 patients had died in its walls. More had escaped. And some had procedures done on them that changed them forever, and not in a good way. There is one example. Patient number 1538, room number 869, name: BOB.
He was a mental patient who was forced to live inside the walls of this horrible place.the problem with him was very confusing. Sometimes he would jump up and down and meow like a cat.
Sometimes he squaked like a parrot. And sometimes, for a few minutes, he would become normal. Just like any other normal person. No special behavior whatsoever. All of this was very confusing. For the doctors, the staff, and even for the therapists. He was sent to the scientists for research to be done on him. He was predicted to have a very short lifespan, about 35 years. He already lived 23 of those handful of years that he has. So he was kept alive by a life extending machine made by the scientists. It worked by helping the weak organs of Bob to work to their fullest, and boost his immune system to a great extent. It also made his bones tougher by giving them a constant supply of calcium and kept his blood healthy by a constant supply of iron. If there was any shortage of nutrients the machine supplied it to his body. After a while he did not need it anymore because his body was already boosted and he was expected to live until 73. They had tried to find out what was wrong with his brain, but..
The scientists could not find any solution or answers to the question:
WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM?
The mental patients were given some free time to Rome around the place. It was a kind of recess. Bob went to the lunch room and was called by a mysterious man with a mask. Nobody is sure who it was or how he got into the building. The conversation that went on between Bob and the man was also very unknown. But whatever talk went between them changed him. Forever. He walked out of the lunch room as a different man. No he wasn't cured. Something more sinister had crept into his mind.
Free time was over. It was time for all the patients to go back to there rooms. Bob didn't go to his room. Instead, he went to the surgical room. There he grabbed a bone saw and a knife used for cutting human flesh and skin. That hospital didn't use surgical scissors. Instead they used a knife. He was walking out but a guard had stopped him. He did not stop. He stabbed the guard 38 times, in reference to his number, 1538. He poked his eyeballs out with a knife and walked out calmly. He seemed to control his emotions now, being able to be in a "normal" state whenever he liked. He stole the life extending machine and attached it to himself. Then he went on a killing spree.
He committed ten murders in Blackhill town. He stole the money from his victims, and soon he had enough to fly to other places by plane. He commited five murders in New York, seven murders in New Orleans, stealing all the money from his victims. This is how he travelled to other places to kill other people. Police had never been able to find him. The only person that gets to see his face is the person who dies, but that is a second before he is gruesomely
Dismembered and cut into pieces.
There were a lot of murders done by him exclusively by the very weapons that he had scavenged from the wretched mental asylum. But very oddly there was an eriee similarity to all of his gore-filled gruesome murders. He seemed to leave a note which gave a clue to where he is going next. It was in the form of random words, that seemed random until the first letters of the words are taken and written separately in order. The latest clue was found in Jan 12 2014, where he had killed a man named Ruben who lived in Los Angeles. The words that were written were...
Death
Hunt
Amputate
Amputate
Kill
Anesthetic
This is where he is going next.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
The Wolves
There is a village in a location unknown by most people. It does not appear in maps and there is no mobile network there. That's why you have never heard of it. And that's why you have never heard of the beast that haunts this place
The village is currently populated by 538 people. It is a very calm place. The village houses are not the normal tin sheds and mud huts that you see normally. These houses were wooden bungalow type houses. They were made of some kind of softwood, possibly fir or pine, but it is not known for sure where they get the firs or pines, because the village is surrounded mostly with oak and birch trees. Each house had an attic and a basement. They were all built with seemingly similar design and construction techniques, and, as a result, looked almost the same. The roads were made of polished cobblestone and the lampposts consisted of a birch wood pole, four support sticks and a lightbulb.
The village people are friendly and do invite strangers, but it is unknown why they do not let them go into the big mansion in the middle of the village. Theories suggest that the village people put their treasures and money there and they are protective of there possessions. They are not exactly proud people. They are humble but happy. But deep inside their hearts, they live in fear.
Many people had reported sightings of big, wolf like creatures roaming the woods around the river which flowed beside the village. Lot more reported hearing howling, yelping and other noises related to a wolf. The howls sounded like a highly modified wolf pack howl, generally uttered by wolves to bring the pack together. The elders of the village say that the wolves are in fact the souls of the dog beasts who roamed the place before humans. They were said to come out at night and hunt animals of all sorts, including humans, for food and for amusement and leisure.
Many people had abandoned the village, but many more stayed. They thought that they could ward off the dog beasts themselves. There were at least five serious incidents that had happened in the village that were related to the wolves. All five of the incidents happened near the river, at midnight. And in all incidents, the victims were torn apart savagely. It did not look like it could have been done by any normal wolf. Some people think it may be related to the laboratory incident that happened sometime back. The lab accident went something like this.
Their was an experiment held in the laboratory. It focused on injecting chemicals into specimens, which happened to be 3 week old wolf cubs, to test if they work. The chemical mutated the body and enhanced the immune system so that they would be stronger and healthier. But the scientists accidentally added more chemical than the recommended amount. The results were incredibly horrifying. The wolf cubs mutated into giant super wolves that were 40 times stronger than the average wolf. They killed all the scientists and wrecked the facility. Then they ran into the woods and grew up to be vicious unstoppable predators.
For many years the wolves terrorized the village. But they were finally caught in 1984. They were an amazing attraction. They were predicted to live for at least a thousand years because the chemical had reduced their ageing. They were kept in extra strong bars to keep them from escaping. But they did escape in 2011. And then everybody went crazy. The wolves could travel long distances without any fuss. Who knows where they could be now. There was a sighting of those wolves in Africa. The locals said they were like nothing they had seen before. The latest sighting was on 3rd December 2013 in Delhi India. The people there had said that they had wrecked cars and ate the passengers. Then they would run away. Who knows where they are now. You, or I could be its next target.
The village is currently populated by 538 people. It is a very calm place. The village houses are not the normal tin sheds and mud huts that you see normally. These houses were wooden bungalow type houses. They were made of some kind of softwood, possibly fir or pine, but it is not known for sure where they get the firs or pines, because the village is surrounded mostly with oak and birch trees. Each house had an attic and a basement. They were all built with seemingly similar design and construction techniques, and, as a result, looked almost the same. The roads were made of polished cobblestone and the lampposts consisted of a birch wood pole, four support sticks and a lightbulb.
The village people are friendly and do invite strangers, but it is unknown why they do not let them go into the big mansion in the middle of the village. Theories suggest that the village people put their treasures and money there and they are protective of there possessions. They are not exactly proud people. They are humble but happy. But deep inside their hearts, they live in fear.
Many people had reported sightings of big, wolf like creatures roaming the woods around the river which flowed beside the village. Lot more reported hearing howling, yelping and other noises related to a wolf. The howls sounded like a highly modified wolf pack howl, generally uttered by wolves to bring the pack together. The elders of the village say that the wolves are in fact the souls of the dog beasts who roamed the place before humans. They were said to come out at night and hunt animals of all sorts, including humans, for food and for amusement and leisure.
Many people had abandoned the village, but many more stayed. They thought that they could ward off the dog beasts themselves. There were at least five serious incidents that had happened in the village that were related to the wolves. All five of the incidents happened near the river, at midnight. And in all incidents, the victims were torn apart savagely. It did not look like it could have been done by any normal wolf. Some people think it may be related to the laboratory incident that happened sometime back. The lab accident went something like this.
Their was an experiment held in the laboratory. It focused on injecting chemicals into specimens, which happened to be 3 week old wolf cubs, to test if they work. The chemical mutated the body and enhanced the immune system so that they would be stronger and healthier. But the scientists accidentally added more chemical than the recommended amount. The results were incredibly horrifying. The wolf cubs mutated into giant super wolves that were 40 times stronger than the average wolf. They killed all the scientists and wrecked the facility. Then they ran into the woods and grew up to be vicious unstoppable predators.
For many years the wolves terrorized the village. But they were finally caught in 1984. They were an amazing attraction. They were predicted to live for at least a thousand years because the chemical had reduced their ageing. They were kept in extra strong bars to keep them from escaping. But they did escape in 2011. And then everybody went crazy. The wolves could travel long distances without any fuss. Who knows where they could be now. There was a sighting of those wolves in Africa. The locals said they were like nothing they had seen before. The latest sighting was on 3rd December 2013 in Delhi India. The people there had said that they had wrecked cars and ate the passengers. Then they would run away. Who knows where they are now. You, or I could be its next target.
Tuesday, November 4, 2014
The House In The Neighborhood
I live in a pretty calm and safe neighborhood. Pretty boring sometimes. Sometimes I think that this is the most uneventful neighborhood in the world! It's that bad. But sometimes when I am alone sitting on the grass in our back yard, I can tell you, it is absolute bliss. That is where I mostly go if my daily life gets too stressful. It helps relieve the stress and just appreciate nature as it is. Our neighborhood consists of five houses. All of them are fairly normal. Except for the fifth one.
I can see the house from my bedroom. It is very old looking. Strange things occur around that house all the time. But me, living in this neighborhood for 3 years, have gotten used to it and they don't bother me anymore. But sometimes, at night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, thinking about that house. My parents never let me get close to that house. They say it is best for me to not go there. Nobody in the neighborhood goes near that house. I kept wondering, what is in that house? Was there a murder? Paranormal activity? Hidden secrets?
I woke up in the morning, ate my bowl of cereal, and went to other kids in the neighborhood to call them to play. When we were playing suddenly a loud noise was heard. It came from the mysterious house. The noise was indescribable, almost alien, and unrealisticly loud. Everyone on the playing field heard it. We were shocked. I didn't know how to explain such a thing. Nobody was around the house. No thief was in sight. No sign of life whatsoever. We did not dare get near the house. Strange things happen, but this is by far the strangest ever. We all went to our secret meeting room next to the playground to discuss about the situation.
"What could have happened there?" Carl, the eldest of our group said.Tony, who was kind of skeptical about the situation, said,"must've been a cat or something, or some other animal". Nobody agreed with Tony."You really think it was an animal? That sounded nothing like an animal" Carl said.
Kim, the youngest, said,"was it ghosts or demons?". Carl replied,"I don't know, but we will have to find out."."Are we going inside the house? It could be dangerous!" I said."We have to solve this
mystery!" Carl replied, having a kind of detective attitude in him.
I couldn't sleep that night. Carl had said that Tony, Kim, Himself and me were going to the house tomorrow. I was scared, but the feeling of intrigue and mystery had already consumed me. I really wanted to know the secret of the house. I wanted to know it more than ever!!
I woke up early that morning. I hurriedly ate my breakfast and met my friends at the playground. Together we secretly got past my house because I didn't want my parents to know about this. Then we were right in front of the entrance. The door is usually locked. But after that sound the lock was broken. No, broken is not the appropriate word. The lock was melted. These locks were made of very strong material. What could have caused this? But at this point we did not mind. It just made our job easier. We entered this house. Inside it looked fairly normal. Infact so normal it was actually creepy. Everything was normal until we came to the basement. Inside the basement there was a TV but the abnormal thing is that there was a sign that said,"NEVER GIVES". It was all written with blood for some reason. Carl suddenly said,"we will spend the night here and see if there is any paranormal activity. We all agreed. At this point we were much more interested in solving the mystery than saving our own lives.
We all went home. Carl said he would bring his EVP(electromagnetic voice phenomena) and electromagnetic sound detector. He also brought some spirit alarms. He said all of us will have to come to the entrance of the house at midnight.
We all came on time. Carl led us back to the basement. We set up all the equipment and waited the whole night. We came out at 6 am and took all our equipment with us. The night went pretty well, but nothing strange happened. That is what we thought before we checked the equipment. The EVP had caught a recording which happened somewhere between 2:30 and 2:35. We could clearly hear someone say "IT TAKES YOU". We could not hear anything at night, and we were all awake. Also, we all have recalled feeling touched slightly. The spirit alarms had gone off multiple times, Carl just put it on silent mode by mistake. What ever it was we all knew one thing.
SOMETHING WAS WITH US IN THE BASEMENT.
I can see the house from my bedroom. It is very old looking. Strange things occur around that house all the time. But me, living in this neighborhood for 3 years, have gotten used to it and they don't bother me anymore. But sometimes, at night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling fan, thinking about that house. My parents never let me get close to that house. They say it is best for me to not go there. Nobody in the neighborhood goes near that house. I kept wondering, what is in that house? Was there a murder? Paranormal activity? Hidden secrets?
I woke up in the morning, ate my bowl of cereal, and went to other kids in the neighborhood to call them to play. When we were playing suddenly a loud noise was heard. It came from the mysterious house. The noise was indescribable, almost alien, and unrealisticly loud. Everyone on the playing field heard it. We were shocked. I didn't know how to explain such a thing. Nobody was around the house. No thief was in sight. No sign of life whatsoever. We did not dare get near the house. Strange things happen, but this is by far the strangest ever. We all went to our secret meeting room next to the playground to discuss about the situation.
"What could have happened there?" Carl, the eldest of our group said.Tony, who was kind of skeptical about the situation, said,"must've been a cat or something, or some other animal". Nobody agreed with Tony."You really think it was an animal? That sounded nothing like an animal" Carl said.
Kim, the youngest, said,"was it ghosts or demons?". Carl replied,"I don't know, but we will have to find out."."Are we going inside the house? It could be dangerous!" I said."We have to solve this
mystery!" Carl replied, having a kind of detective attitude in him.
I couldn't sleep that night. Carl had said that Tony, Kim, Himself and me were going to the house tomorrow. I was scared, but the feeling of intrigue and mystery had already consumed me. I really wanted to know the secret of the house. I wanted to know it more than ever!!
I woke up early that morning. I hurriedly ate my breakfast and met my friends at the playground. Together we secretly got past my house because I didn't want my parents to know about this. Then we were right in front of the entrance. The door is usually locked. But after that sound the lock was broken. No, broken is not the appropriate word. The lock was melted. These locks were made of very strong material. What could have caused this? But at this point we did not mind. It just made our job easier. We entered this house. Inside it looked fairly normal. Infact so normal it was actually creepy. Everything was normal until we came to the basement. Inside the basement there was a TV but the abnormal thing is that there was a sign that said,"NEVER GIVES". It was all written with blood for some reason. Carl suddenly said,"we will spend the night here and see if there is any paranormal activity. We all agreed. At this point we were much more interested in solving the mystery than saving our own lives.
We all went home. Carl said he would bring his EVP(electromagnetic voice phenomena) and electromagnetic sound detector. He also brought some spirit alarms. He said all of us will have to come to the entrance of the house at midnight.
We all came on time. Carl led us back to the basement. We set up all the equipment and waited the whole night. We came out at 6 am and took all our equipment with us. The night went pretty well, but nothing strange happened. That is what we thought before we checked the equipment. The EVP had caught a recording which happened somewhere between 2:30 and 2:35. We could clearly hear someone say "IT TAKES YOU". We could not hear anything at night, and we were all awake. Also, we all have recalled feeling touched slightly. The spirit alarms had gone off multiple times, Carl just put it on silent mode by mistake. What ever it was we all knew one thing.
SOMETHING WAS WITH US IN THE BASEMENT.
SNOWY HILLS
SNOWY HILLS
(Three guys, John, Chris and Jake are texting each other)
Chris: does anyone remember this show that I watched when I was five called snowy hills?
Jake: Oh I do remember that show. We used to watch at ..errr.... 4:30.
Chris: oh thank god I am not the only one who watched that wretched show.
John: wasn't it about a little boy who lived in a hut as an Eskimo in the snowy hills.
Chris: yeah exactly, and then he used to meet all the strange characters that was in the show.
Jake: yeah, the characters never matched the snowy theme! there was a tiger in the show!
John: you don't see any tigers in the snow except maybe in Siberia.
Jake: no those which I am talking about are Bengal tigers.
Chris: thank you so much guys, so many memories flooded back to me when you were talking about the little boy and the tiger. By the way what was the name of the tiger?
Jake: I believed the tiger's name was..... Mira?
Chris: yes! yes! There was also another character named Len
John: I don't remember Len. Was he a hero or a villain?
Chris: he was not the villain, but just as bad.
Jake: who was the villain?
John: I believe it was..... errrrr.......The Big Bad Bear?
Chris: yeah! Let's just call him BBB for short!
John: he looked like he was made out of cloth straight from the dump!
Chris: yeah, he never looked clean.
Jake: I know exactly what you guys are talking about. BBB was one of the characters in the show. He used to brutally murder children and stored their hearts in a locker he kept in his house.
Chris: wow, that was pretty inappropriate for children!
John: yeah, can't believe what they let us watch back then!
Jake: I also had this dream where all of the character's mugshots had been taken and they were all in jail screaming!
John: I had the exact same dream!
Chris: Me too, they were all just screaming!
Jake: can this be possible that we had all dreamt the same dream at the same time?
John: wow what a coincidence!
Chris: I just talked to my mum about the show. What she said had worried me.
Jake: what did she say?
Chris: she said "you used to come to the TV every day and turn it to channel 58 and just watch the NO SIGNAL screen for 40 minutes! You had a great imagination with your little show!
DO YOU REMEMBER SNOWY HILLS?
Monday, November 3, 2014
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Thursday, October 30, 2014
Improvements
I’m so
stupid and I’m so dumb.
So I’m told
by my teacher
And my mum.
I don’t
understand,
The meaning
of ‘life’.
So I hate my
father
Because he
said this line
Everyone
knows me because,
There’s
nothing good in me.
But do they
dare look
To the good side
of me?
Why do they
tease me?
Why don’t
they understand?
That I can
improve
If they themselves can.
If they themselves can.
The Last Beat
'This is the only weapon I have...for now that is.' Martin muttered to himself as he picked up a gun from the side table which stood on the wooden floor of the cabin. He continuously kept on glancing at the clearing that surrounded the small dusty wooden cabin through the slightly dusty locked windows.
He stood immobile on the cold wooden floor of a cabin he just barged in panicking a few minutes ago. As he started to inspect the house, he felt giddy all of a sudden. He just couldn't understand anything, What is their problem? I already tried to convince them over thousand times, that I wasn't even present in the scene of crime day before yesterday! But they just keep on disregarding my words, Martin thought bitterly.
Martin dropped the gun out of the blues from of the sensation of dizziness. As he started to bend down to pick it up, he gasped at what he saw. He saw nothing more than a thin thick rod, impaled into his thigh. Even though the rod was very little noticeable he didn't even need to squint at it to recognize what it really was, for from his nineteen years of experience in living in the same village, he identified instantly what it was and what it contained. It contained what most of us usually dread..... a one hour deadly poison.
As he was retrieving the gun, 5 men ,armed and all, barged in and simultaneously pointed guns at him
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!, he thought shaking a little as he stood into position and prepared his gun, The previous noise of the gun dropping must've alarmed them! I've to do something or -, he stopped short as he collapsed to the floor.
'Excellent! The one hour poison that we shot at the heretic seems to be taking effect!'One of the men was shouting. 'Now we -' One of the men who seemed to be their leader raised his arm to silence him.
Dammit....so I guess this is the end for me. My life was too short. I couldn't do much for myself or for everyone and this...world. He thought as his eyes started to droop down.
'Shall we finish him, Rick?' One of the men asked to his leader.
'Yes, there's no telling is he acting to his death or not.' Saying this he pointed the gun, aiming for the shot.
This was the last words he heard as his heart beats was racing to the finish line.
'Head shot! The leader shouted into the radio as blood insanely poured out onto the wooden floor.
He stood immobile on the cold wooden floor of a cabin he just barged in panicking a few minutes ago. As he started to inspect the house, he felt giddy all of a sudden. He just couldn't understand anything, What is their problem? I already tried to convince them over thousand times, that I wasn't even present in the scene of crime day before yesterday! But they just keep on disregarding my words, Martin thought bitterly.
Martin dropped the gun out of the blues from of the sensation of dizziness. As he started to bend down to pick it up, he gasped at what he saw. He saw nothing more than a thin thick rod, impaled into his thigh. Even though the rod was very little noticeable he didn't even need to squint at it to recognize what it really was, for from his nineteen years of experience in living in the same village, he identified instantly what it was and what it contained. It contained what most of us usually dread..... a one hour deadly poison.
As he was retrieving the gun, 5 men ,armed and all, barged in and simultaneously pointed guns at him
Dammit! Dammit! Dammit!, he thought shaking a little as he stood into position and prepared his gun, The previous noise of the gun dropping must've alarmed them! I've to do something or -, he stopped short as he collapsed to the floor.
'Excellent! The one hour poison that we shot at the heretic seems to be taking effect!'One of the men was shouting. 'Now we -' One of the men who seemed to be their leader raised his arm to silence him.
Dammit....so I guess this is the end for me. My life was too short. I couldn't do much for myself or for everyone and this...world. He thought as his eyes started to droop down.
'Shall we finish him, Rick?' One of the men asked to his leader.
'Yes, there's no telling is he acting to his death or not.' Saying this he pointed the gun, aiming for the shot.
This was the last words he heard as his heart beats was racing to the finish line.
'Head shot! The leader shouted into the radio as blood insanely poured out onto the wooden floor.
Wednesday, October 29, 2014
Being Me
I took
revenge,
When you
betrayed me.
But as soon
as I did that
I saw my
guilt, being me.
I avenged my
dignity,
When you
attacked me.
But when I
drew back,
I saw my
fear, being me.
I set you
back,
When you threw
anguish at me,
But when I
saw you evading,
I saw my
strength being me.
Finally I hurt you on the inside,
When you didn't love me.
But when I saw you crying,
I saw my real self, being me......
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