Sunday, July 25, 2010

Short-Story: Sophie

A short story I wrote yesterday.
NOTE: I challenged myself to only use sentences with 6 or less words.

A loud creak. And another, even louder. One more. It was approaching fast. The crowd backed up slightly. Just a few steps. I listened closely.


It must have heard us. Someone behind me gasped. A woman shrieked softly. Her voice hoarse. But full of terror. Realisation was setting in. We were going to die.

Little Sophie clung onto me. She was scared. We all were. But Sophie was younger. Much younger than the rest. She was only a child. She shouldn't be here.

I watched the forest closely. Staring in the same direction. Suddenly I realised something. Sophie wasn't tugging my shirt. I panicked. I looked down towards her. And there she was. In the same spot. But sitting on the ground.

She played with the grass. The rest of us were afraid. Afraid of death. But she saw it differently. We were wasting our time. We could be dead soon. Sophie wanted to die happy. And so should we. I sat down next to her. And plucked the grass.

Sophie turned her head slightly. Smiled. And went back to playing. She was so peaceful. Content. I glanced behind me. Others were mimicking us too. As we were all settling in... We heard something. It was a bark. Or maybe a roar. My heart skipped a beat.

I looked at Sophie. Ready to comfort her. But she seemed oblivious. Still pleasantly plucking the grass. Waiting for the creature's arrival. As if it were her friend. I mimicked her. And they mimicked me.

The creature was close. Very close. But I didn't look up. Just plucked the grass. And then before I knew it... I was being pulled. It was like a magnet. People were flying in the air. I tried to find Sophie. And there she was. Her hands stretched out. Her legs apart. As if she was a bird. She was still smiling.

She met my glance. The smile widened. I mimicked her flying. It was fun. We were facing death. But it was fun. It was over too soon. We were helplessly sucked in. And then there was darkness. The image of Sophie remained. In my head. Her unique thinking. And her angelic smile.

And then I stopped feeling. Remembering. Smiling. I felt numb, gone.


This proved to be harder than I expected. Hope it wasn't TOO much of a fail. You guys should try this!

Friday, July 23, 2010

Currently Reading: Wake by Lisa McMann

Ever since she was eight years old, high school student Janie Hannagan has been uncontrollably drawn into other people’s dreams, but it is not until she befriends an elderly nursing home patient and becomes involved with an enigmatic fellow student that she discovers her true power.

What have YOU been reading?

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Where's the good in goodbye?

"I quit, I give up, nothing's good enough for anybody else, it seems... When I'm all alone it's the best way to be. When I'm by myself nobody else can say goodbye. Everything is temporary anyway."

At some point in our lives, we have to say goodbye to people we love. It's hard, especially when you spent countless hours sitting in a packed classroom with them! Yes, I'm talking about leaving high school. During exams, all we wanted was for it to end. We wanted to run out of the study room and do anything but sit huddled together with friends, books scattered all over the desks. Believe it or not, I actually miss those times. Even though we had the pressure of an upcoming exam, meeting up early to 'study' gave us a good excuse to spend more time together. It's funny how the same people who were so desperate to be over with high school are now missing it so much.

Whether it be to high school friends, or just anyone who means something to you, we've all had to say goodbye some point in our lives. Sometimes it's to people we won't be seeing for a few days and at other times, to people who we'll most likely never come across again. Some goodbyes happen overtime, and some are so sudden that you really wonder how time flew by so fast. No matter what, it's just one of those unavoidable aspects of life.

So where is the good in goodbye? I think saying goodbye to people is what makes you appreciate them. Besides, just because someone lives far away doesn't mean you can't be friends anymore.

"Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?"

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Beginning

Reasons for starting a blog:
1. I'm bored.
2. I have nothing else to do.
3. It seems interesting,so i'm giving it a go..
4. I need a place to write my thoughts.
5. I'm bored.
6. Blogging is cool =D (I think..)
7. Did I mention I'm bored?

..So here I goooo!

(Apologies for my lameness.)