Velvertyy

soft insanity
and I can't make it stop
live hallucination within a dream

the smooth silk
caressed her skin
the sound of wine glasses
the sweet velvety of the alcohol
the melody played a smooth tune
the sounds of cheerful friends


And she woke up

She arose from the bed, and the rising sun casted a dull purple tint around the room. She staggered into her kitchen and got herself a cup of warm water before sitting down to think. Her house had almost been fully paid for, her car is almost done with the full installments. She in fact, was enjoying quite a well time in her career, with the exception of people there that couldn't stop but engage in office politics. All the smooth talks, all the empty hearts.

Driving down the mountain highway, she prepared herself for the upcoming day. The sun had by now risen to the sky and cast it's soft warm rays over the calm river which she drove across. The wind was in her head and she felt a dash of confidence. Yes, today would be the day she would secure the deal and climb even higher on the corporate ladder. She was after all, a strong career woman.



The road diverged into a small path overlooking the lush forests as she steered her vehicle to the left. Her hands felt rather cold against the steering wheel as if she were gripping onto some unearthly object. Suddenly she found herself surrounded in snow and the sky rapidly turning dark. A hiss and there appeared a lady dressed completely in white right in the path of her veering vehicle.


soft insanity



the lonely melody


fresh crimson scars



Visions of white and black. A slender figure in white, approaching her as she laid upon the cold ground. Pain in the upper abdomen and lower limbs. Pain


Struggling to push herself up, she breathed convulsively when she noticed the large gaping wound along her hips. Looking around, she found herself alone in the middle of the forest. She had fallen into the ravines beside the road and had to call for help for she could barely stand up. Digging into the pockets for her cellphone, she suddenly had the sickening realisation that she was no longer wearing her own clothes. Her office wear had turnt into a white evening gown. The sky was by now pitch black and she was alone in the night without any way of contacting help. The snow had disappeared as suddenly as it appeared and there was an overwhelming stillness in the air. Everything seemed so still and quiet, an aura of silence, eerie yet beautiful. This moment was one she had never experienced before.


It was then, she heard it.


She strained to stand as she tried to see what she heard. The sound seemed to originate from her front at a distance away. Peering into the deep shadows, she tried to look for the source of the sound. The rows of trees could conceal something hostile and she tried with desperation to make out what and where the sound came from. From among the undergrowth, rose a shadow darker than the others. It moved among the undergrowth in a unnatural manner, seemingly fluid for it would wrap itself around the tree roots as it proceeded nearer and nearer to her. She strained and pushed herself back towards the tree she was under. The shadow seemed to take on a shape when she suddenly heard it again. From the back of her, an intense low pitch groan which quickly became a shrill shriek rattled her. She wheeled around to face her enemy when she stood palsied.


In front of her was nothing.


She wheeled suddenly to her right and there was this dark figure.
Feeling the world swirl, her legs gave way and she fell.



the light flickered and the mausoleum walls cast a pale green glow
the tears were fresh and the arms were bound in white

as tightly as the mental knot, she was secured in the jacket
velvety jacket reminiscent of her unspoken fears



She woke up and found herself surrounded by tall walls of white. Having arisen from what felt like a deep sleep, she stretched and tried to recall what had happened. Moments of fear and terror eluded her and she shook her head in annoyance. Examining her surroundings, she realised she was in a row of long corridors. The snow was still falling and there was a glow from the front. Stepping forward, she tried to make out what was the source of the glow.

That was when it happened.
A shrill laughter, and the ground started to give way.
She screamed and the next thing she knew, it was pitch black.


the nurse stared at the doctor
shaking his head, the doctor motioned the nurse to flip the motionless body over
inspecting the eyes revealed rapid eye movements
it was like she was dreaming

the doctor looked up and whispered to the young and inexperienced nurse

PC: eleanor rigby

This pratical criticism is born on a late night over MSN quite some time ago. The chat was with yan quan, whose skills in picking out details and themes far surpassed mine and also with nick, providing ideas along the way. No doubt we had some different views and different ideas, we contributed actively and had a great time.

This is a record which yan quan asked me to keep so as not to lose it. Since it's idling around on my desktop, i figured i might as well publish it here. Pardon the structure, language and grammar as it was taken from our MSN conversation.

PC of eleanor rigby


This song adopts a questioning tone with repeated questions throughout the song. This song probably highlights an era where individuals becomes withdrawn and lost among their communities.The song repeatedly points out the loniliness of the people and questions the origin of the feeling drawing references to the church. A possible intrepretation could be that this song is a reaction to the "ennui" life of the people.

Moreover the song also posts and questions the ultimate outcome of these lost and lonely people. The church is also under question as the church's ability in relieving the feeling of lost and loniness is shown to be lacking. The song starts by pointing out that there is alot of lonely people. The use of repetition is evident as the song goes "ahh look at all the lonely people" It had been repeated twice to draw emphasis upon the statement.

The introduction of elanor rigby hightlights the feeling of lonliness.The "face she keeps in a jar by the door" which she dons on seem to sugest that there is no genuinity in her relationship with others. The masquerade she goes through can be seen as a struggle within herself to make herself accepted by others. This could be an attempt to eliminate the feeling of lonliness or it can also be intrepreted as eleanor's method of hiding the pain probably caused because nobody understands or probably cared about her. The face in a jar represents the hyprocisy she goes through and it is also due to the lack of real and truthful relationships that further isolated her.

This is further suggested and the idea built upon when "she was buried along with her name" She is not remembered by anybody and this further highlight the idea of sad desolate loniless for even in her death, she is no more than a name. Furthermore, the idea of a wedding is where two person enter into a bonding relationship. Yet Eleanor Rigby is not shown in any way, enjoying or understading a supposedly joyous occassion. She enages in work, not being involved in the joyous occasion. She simply picks the rice, after the wedding when it should be quiet and the song seems to suggest that she unlike the two that got married, is in a way lonely.

The idea of her living in a dream further highlights this point as it seems that the only way where she can escape her lonliness is only in her dreams. The lack of anybody that knows and are in any way related to eleanor further brings out the idea that she is lonely.

The introduction of the chorus "all the lonely people, where do they all come from?" now serves to question why there is such a problem? Probably the church could be the reason for such a problem. The church is a representation of a community as everyone should gather there and the people's lives revolved aroudn the church in the past. The church is a focal point where people are drawn into relationships as supposedly children of God. Yet, the church is in the midst of a group of lonely people.

Father Mckenzie is probably an illustration of the inability of the church to curb the lonliness of the people. "writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear" can be interpreted in two ways, either the church is incapable of producing something that the people can relate to or that the people themselves do not wish to hear it. It is interesting therefore to nonote that the fault does not lie on jsut one side. "no one comes near" shows that the people do not reach out to the church while "look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there" is actually mocking the father. When nobody is there, the Father "work" by darnning his socks and not by trying to reach out to the lost, it is just as if he doesn't care. "What does he care?"

Thus what is the outcome ? The people dies lonely without any solution to their lonliness and the church do not reach out to these lost people. The idea of Eleanor dying in the church is significant because church is supposed to bring life, and this song could thus be suggesting the inability of the church to eliminates the lonliness that eventually overwhelms and kills them. There are many references to work as well, "eleanor rigby picks up the rice" "Father Mckenzie writing the words of a sermon" and all this points to the sense of ennui. It is in this that the people eventually cannot make sense of their lives, and the purpose the church had for the people are ignored, as "noone will hears, no one comes near." and in the end "no one was saved"

This song ultimately reflects the lonely people without geniune relationships, and the church in not being able to resolve this, eventually loses the souls they were supposed to save.



yeah this is it
i hope u all enjoyed it
anee

waves crashing

The sunrise is ever beautiful.


Tracing the steps to the coastline,
he took a disconsolate look at the sea.
that dark sea reflecting the moon..
one day. one day...

It all started that day.
sometime back.
no to be exact, 4 years and 17 days
she was rushing home
and he was minding his own business

It all started with a bump.
She in her rush knocked into him.
and he dropped all his books.

Cliche as it may seem
but that was how they met.

She didn't stop to pick up the books
and he was cursing under his breath

Nothing would not have happen
if only he didn't see it
- the cute little purse she dropped
picking it up, he opened it and looked in

the contents gave him directions
and he made his way
and this was the start of a journey

one that did not end at her doorsteps...

walking past the rows of flowers
he detected the pleasing redolence
memories.. fragments of them
brought his heart low...

he brought her flowers
even though they had barely known each other
she saw him through teary eyes
and he saw in her eyes
those same eyes
which shone with joy
with mixed bitteranger and yet with a tinge of relief
those eyes that betrayed the innoncene she thought
she had lost..
that very same eyes
soon shone with love

the road is long
it was now an uphill climb
the initial pace soon slowed to a walk

soon they started to know each other better
she made him food everyday
and he would walk her home
the days were prefect
where they would laugh together

growing closer,
they started to talk about life
and soon he drew the resolve to ask her
the very question he wanted to ask

the very explanation he needed
the very reason why..
but she
knowing what he wanted to say
broke into tears and ran

she was not prepared
she wanted more time
i wish.. oh how i wish..

she didn't turn up in school the next day
he didn't walk her home
and a week later
she met him
she was the usual smiling girl

she apologised
she smiled
she offered him her homemade snack

but...

he walked away
for he felt insecure
he wanted to help her
yet she rejected it..

he couldn't comprehend
what he saw that day

tears flowed
he was close to the beach
walking along the road
he saw the distant skyline
and it started to shower...

he punched him right in the gut
but the man did not stop
still he advanced
a beer bottle in one hand
a stick in another

there she was
lying on the ground
crying as the heavens would

her arms were bleeding
her ankle was twisted
such a beautiful face
yet the man wrecked her body

knowing he could not outwin the man
he covered her with his own body
the rains of blows that followed

unspeakable pain

her father finally gave in to the alcohol
pushing himself up, he carried her
and ran to the hospital

the shelter sheltered him
while rain rained down

he walked away
and didn't talk to her for weeks
finally one day
she left

he was devestated
crying in that heart of his

a letter laid unopen

an answer that remained sealed

the rain stopped
he proceeded towards the shore
the sky was clear

the letter bore her handwriting
yet the contents were read too late
too late..

she had asked him
to meet her one final time
as she was going away
from that abusive father of hers
to a new land
and she asked if he would follow

the promise she made
was to wait for him
till the dawn breaks
and if he didn;t turn up
she would leave

would she return?
maybe she said
the same spot
at the break of dawn

maybe in a month's time
maybe in a year
maybe in ten years
or maybe ..

never

he climbed over the banister
the time is near
walking closer to the sea
he saw the break of the sun
the waves crashing
dissapointment
he stared into the horizon
eyes searching
heart wanting
as the sense of deep longing swells
dejected, desolate
she's not here
siting down
he smiled
one day she will return
one day we would be reunited
bathed in sunlight
we would reunite

ahh..

The sunrise is ever beautiful.

chimera accquaitance

Joseph woke up from his long sleep.
Beads of sweat had formed upon his forehead and while he strained his eyes, Joseph saw a familar figure in the kitchen. It was another teenager roughly around his age, clad in white and roughly a little taller then him.
The teenager was busying cooking up something and Joseph could now smell the sweet aroma of coffee coming from the coffeemaker.
The teenage turnt around and saw that he was awake. Putting the saucepan down, he walked quickly to Joseph and placed his hand on his forehead.
"So you've waken? Are you feeling better ?"
Joesph struggled to sit up from the bed and then stared into the teenager's eyes.
"Who are you? I don't seem to recongize you"
The teenager smiled gently and replied, "It doesn't matter for now, what matters is you get your breakfast and recover quickly"
Joseph smiled and took his hand as the teenager led him into the dining room.

Before them was a good meal prepared by the teenager, french toast and coffee along with scrambled eggs and hotdogs. Sitting down, Joseph gave a quick thanks to God and proceeded to consume the meal while the teenager took a seat opposite of him. As Joseph started to eat, the teenager began to observe him. This went on for a while before Joseph decided that the silence was getting too awkward.

Joseph looked up and mustered his courage to start a conversation.
"So, who actually are you? I mean, i appreciate the breakfast but it is kind of weird if i do not know who you are and why you are doing this."
The teenager smiled and like all pyshacrists in movies, made a tent out of his hands.
" Well you can say, i'm your best friend because i know what you are going through and i can relate to you. What i am doing is to simply make your life happier and also to share your burdens. I want to know you better and i want to be closer to you so that i can relate to you."
Joseph was still puzzled but at least he now knew that this teenager meant no harm.
As if to validate his claim, the teenager then proceeded to ask him a series of questions.
He asked Joseph about his views on the educational policies, about controvesial issues like abortion and also random things like whether he would like to visit the moon one day if he could.
They chatted for an hour when the conversation got more personal.

The conversation reached the issues of his struggles.
" Tell me then, Joseph, what are some of your problems you face ? "
Joseph stopped and he rested against the back of the chair.
Taking a deep breathe he said, " Well, there's alot of struggle i go through, basically school, family and even church. Friendship espically, but i really don't know how to explain..."
The teenager laid his hand on the table and looked into his eyes, then sighed.
"How about this? You explain slowly and i listen to you? Maybe through this we can sort things out. Care to give it a try?"
Joseph thought for a moment then decided that there was no harm in doing so.
"Well basically, i struggle in class. I mean, there's friends and i know they do care, but the thing is, i feel so left out. Everyone's studying and i feel that all the conversation or care are only skin-deep. They do not understand me at all and i feel so lost.You get what i mean?"
The teenager nodded in approval and encouraged Joseph to continue
"Furthermore, my family do not know what i am going through. Everyone is so occupied with their own work and i am left all alone. All alone to face these struggles and all these fears. I cannot find anyone to relate to. I feel so lost and sucidial at times."
"What about your close friends?" The teenager asked.
Tears flowed down Joseph's face
" I don't know... All of them have their own struggles and all of them have their own commitments to occupy them. My close friend is.. well.. locked up in his own world.. and i don't know why but i feel that way too. Everyone is living in his own world and i find it hard to continue in this way, because.. because.. it is too painful. The hurt is too great.. knowing that you got life's struggles but you have to face it alone.. and knowing that you friend is in need yet you don't know how to help.. Everytime everything seems alright and ok but we all know that it is not. It's like we are old friends and yet because of these problems we all become shallow and the conversations we have are always so short and shallow. We keep avoiding our problems but it's like.. i mean... nobody will ever understand anything i'm "
Joseph couldn't continue.. tears choked his eyes and he raised his arms to wipe his tears away.

The teenager reached out and handed Joseph a tissue. Then drawing his chair nearer to Joseph, he sat down and he held onto Joseph's hands. "Joseph, look at me." Joseph looked up and saw the teenager's face. It was one with understanding and concern

"Joseph, who says that anybody will not understand what you are going through? That is a selfish statement. No i shall not permit you to say that. Look at me Joseph, look at me."

Joseph continued to stare into that face and wondered in amzement.

The teenager continued,"Look Joseph, why do you think i bothered to do all these? That's because i cared. I know you may be going through a lot of struggles but get a hold of yourself. This is not the end of the world, thank God for anything you have now. Good or bad, they all have a purpose and if you allow yourself to wallow in all these. Joseph, a man that recongizes the good things in good times is a thankful man, a man that recongizes the good things in bad times is a faithful man. Look, God has a purpose for all of us. Don't give up."

Joseph closed his eyes and cried even louder.

He thought of all the times.

The past

Where life was full of struggles

But he never gave up

He depended on God

He prayed every night

That was the key wasn't it?

He knelt and started to pray.
He prayed for hope and he prayed for strength.
He prayed and he cried out loud.
He prayed and he heard.. every tear he cried, God held in his hand
He resolved to lead a life, trusting in God. Focusing on Him and not the problems
Smiling, he stood up and gave thanks.
He gave thanks for the joy he had, no matter how little it was
He gave thanks for the life he still had, no matter how dark it was
He gave thanks for the troubles, no matter how deep they were
He gave thanks for the teenager, no matter what, he was always understanding

He opened his eye anticipating the smile on the teenager's face
And yet he was not there...

Who was he?

tears

the tears flowed
entrapped in a small room
with nowhere to run
he stood up and he looked around
but all he knew was
clear walls existed between him and the outside world
he looked and saw faces
of those he could recongize
those he used to laugh with
those he used to cry with
turning around he walked to the other end of his cell
he saw once again people he once knew
laughing and enjoying themselves
it made him feel even worse
he gave way and broke down
he cried
and he cried
when he realised
that he himself erected those walls

from his eyes

hey. he looks familar.
Hmm.. maybe i should get a closer look.
oh i can't seem to remember who he is...
but i know i've seen him somewhere.

the hair of his. that messy hair of his.
and that glasses. the colour looks like..
i can't seem to remember but i really know i've seen it somewhere.
he looks really tired though.

he used to look really well and healthy if i've not remembered wrongly.
his face looks like he's been through many nights.
slogging his guts out?
the eye bags are showing and he looked really fragile

i know he is a happy person!
yes the memory is coming back.
oh but why is he crying now?
he is bending now and weeping a river of tears..

he looks.. sad
he looks.. hurt
should i ask him wat's wrong ?

Hey Hey. wats wrong with you??
why are you crying ?
are you ok?

he just stares back at me
maybe i should just reach out ...
and touch the mirror

Gilthas

found this when searching through my documents for my pw stuff. wrote it for fun in sec 2. my standard of english is really bad back then. and it still is now. Lol never did finish it. maybe i might ? maybe maybe. But after schoolwork.


Dawn was approaching. The sun slowly made its way up. In a small house by the sea, Gilthas lived with his grandfather, the oldest and wisest man in the coastal village of Tharp. Gilthas' father had gone to war and had not returned since three years.
“Yes grandpa, I will remember all you told me. Not to tell people that I know magic. Yes, I will always remember and rest assured, I would go as a mercenary," promised Gilthas as he left the house. "Wait, take this along, it will help you, battle magic would help, but I am sure your mother's ancestry of wild magic would enable you to sufficiently harness the potential of these ancient crafts, take this along as well and wear it," he told Gilthas as he handed him a white dagger with several runes engraved, a unicorn horn, a whip made of unicorn hair, a blade and finally an acorn amulet.
He wanted to be a battle warrior. Born from a father with warrior genes, Gilthas proved to be strong and physically-inclined and with a mother from the wild folks of Tree Lars, he was born with the abilities of seeing things better and easier in the dark Gilthas taking these items thanked his grandpa and continued walking. He had to look for his father in the city of Nova where his father had enlisted, good and accurate with a whip and a bow and with the great potential of learning the arts of magic. From young , his father had inculcate in him battle skills and some simple battle magic like casting fire to create campfires and from his mother , he had learnt how to cast sleep spells and how to create illusions . However, the idea of practicing the art of magic was never well-received by the normal people for many had feared and disliked magic after The Second Great War where the evil dark elf lord almost cast a spell that could have devastated many cities of human had the great paladin of Zoar not dispelled it in time . Though weaken, the paladin was able to contain the dark lord in one of the deepest dungeon in a magic-bound cell where the energy from the spell bounding the evil elf was energized from the dark elf’s growing magic energy. Which meant that it constantly kept the dark evil there as the magic required for the dark elf was constantly drained to fuel the guardian spell of the captive.

ersatz reality

What if you could do what ever you want?
What if all your wishes come true?
Better still what if you can fulfill all your desires?
Like being that doctor you had dreamt of being since young? Or perhaps a punk rock star?
How about having that girl you always wanted? Along with a big house and a big car and all the money you can spend in the world. Visiting every corner of earth in that luxurious yacth of yours?
Well you can have it now. Visit dreamcometrue.com and try out our latest invention. The Dream Star

Switching the Tv off, he walked towards his laptop. His life had really been in a mess lately. Though he was in good financial status, there was always something missing in his life. The family he knew was gone, after last year when he won his court case over the family fortune making his brother a bankrupt. The wife he knew was gone, bringing his daughter along. The friends he had, ever since he supposed the company merger, they never did spoke to him.

Life had been... empty. He had a decent retirement income, around a quarter million a year from interest and he knew that money was never a matter. Yet the feeling of emptiness could not be filled, and he allowed his mind to drift for a while. How he wished he had all the things he used to.. and as his thoughts wandered *DreamStar* .

With swift strokes, he keyed the web address into his laptop. Looking through the website, he came to learn more about the dreamstar. The dreamstar was made up of this dome shaped metal building with 5 glass containers the side of a human. He shuddered as it reminded him as coffins and yet the "coffins" had intricate designs and cravings making it look elegant and underneath the containers run optic wires in glass rods. The head cushion was made of soft leather and there was temperature control there. Clicking on the price list, he was shocked to realise that the owner was selling the whole building at a relatively low price.

Picking up his cellphone, he called the owner and arranged a meeting. Apparently the owner was facing cashflow problems and other "personal" problems with the machine. After briefly showing him around the building, they agreed on a price much higher than stated and he paid for it without a single whelm. Handing the keys and rod needed to activate the machine, the owner left him to the machine. Calling his employer to use all his available and accumulated holiday leaves, he turned around and observed the interior of the dome.

There was indeed something attractive about this whole building. The dome shape of the building had high ceilings and arch towards the top. It gave him a sense of awe and cravings were all over the buildings. It gave the building a sense of openness and beauty in it. Turning the rod in the activation panel, he stepped back in awe as the energy beamed through the cravings lighting up the whole building. The walls seemed to glow with an eerie blue and yet the beauty of it was astonishing as the patterns in the cravings were highlighted by the blue glow. Facing the glass containers, he noticed that there was a machine in the middle of it. The machine is supposed to read his mind and he walked towards it. Placing his forehead between two large metallic readers, he pressed the process button and waited.

A tingle and suddenly pain. Jerking his head back up, he starred in wide eye horror as the machine suddenly displayed images of his wife, then his daughter and other people that he used to talk to and confide in. People that enjoyed his companion and trust. Shaking his head, he walked towards the glass container. Opening the side, he moved himself in and seal the container. A cool gas was released and a helm-shaped cover was placed carefully over his head. The sleeping gas worked into his body and he immediately fell asleep.


He arose to find the sound of laughers. The sound was so familiar and there was a chuckle behind him. Turning around he say his 5yr old daughter staring at him. She raised up her arms and asked him to carry her. Staring at her, he moved towards her with a mixed expectation. Part of him knew that this was all a stimulation but the rest of the body told him that it was real. Carrying her, he could feel the warmth of her and he was convinced to think that she was real. He could hear her tiny heart beating and he carried her towards where he knew he would find his wife. The living room was littered with toys and there she was.

She had not change a bit. The sweet smile and bewitching beauty of hers. Femme fatale. Many a man would die just to find favour with her. She was laying down on the sofa flipping through the magazine. Indeed she looked more charming and beautiful then he ever remembered. Walking towards her, she smiled and spoke to him. Her sweet voice mingled with gentleness was simply too much for him and he smiled to himself. She told him that his brother and his friends would be coming over soon and for dinner and saying that,the doorbell rang.

Setting his daughter down, he walked towards the door and opened it. And surprise.
His brother was there together with his friends and all of them were happy to see him.
His brother upon seeing him, hugged him and showed him his new girlfriend. His brother had wanted to share his joy to him by introducing the girl he found and his friends as if in sync turnt up with their wives as well.
Then, being polite, he invited everyone in for the family dinner. Food was brought out by their servant and everyone wine and dine that night. Each one of them had a fun time as they exchanged warming stories over the table and shared jokes. It was really a time where he felt more alive then ever. All of his friends and family were here and the best thing was, they planned to come here everyday for dinner.

Indeed this was something he desired dearly. A close network of friends he could trust upon and relate to and also a prefect family. With that, he went to bed feeling like the happiest man ever.

The next morning, he awoke to his new life and he went forth to his workplace only to discover he was his own boss. Everyone that you used to work under were now his subordinates and had to listen to him. Checking the annual reports, he was glad to know that his company was among the top few gainers and profiters in the market. He was one of the highest acclaimed entrepreneur of his times and he was featured in many famous magazines. He was now a popular business celebrity and everyone business in the major league knew him. And along with that, he had honoury privelleges that allowed him to do things like being the first in line for everything. With that he indulged in his work and enjoyed a wonderful lifestyle along with his loved ones.

Each day, he would bring his wife and daughter to a posh restaurant serving different gourmets. He was always at different places in different times, touring the world. Chocolate eating in Belgium, to wine tasting in France, then some local delights in China before flying to Thailand for his weekly massage. Purchasing a plane and a yacth also allowed him to cruise along the mediterrian seas and to take time off for so gathering. Life is so much more relaxed and he enjoyed every moment of it. Life had never been better with all these and the best part of it was doing it together with the people he loved. His wife, his daughter, his brother and his friends. They went along with him and they had much merrymaking. Such was a life that he hated to turn in and wished to wake up early in the morning to enjoy the day... He lived each day happily...



However, time doesn't stop when he entered the Dreamstar . Time by itself could not be confined in a stimulation. 3 months had past and his boss, wondering why he had not attended work for more than 2 weeks decided to look for him in his apartment. With the help of the police, they discovered that he was still in the machine. Fearing the worse, they opened it, only to find a corpse that had died due to starvation. Or rather due to this ersatz reality.

Death Wish

This is an interesting one.Not really in a mood to describe through.and i never take biology. lol

From his wheelchair, he looked up at the clock. It was already 4 and the procedures had been briefed to him. The laboratory equiments hummed and scientist were seen walking around making last minute adjustments. Suddenly the machine made a loud noise and everybody stopped in their paths. The portal door opened and a guy was being dragged out of it by two tall men clad in black.
Everyone applauded and he grinned. He had looked much stronger and healthier back then. But now he is left with a hollow case which enclosed upon his soul. This body of his, decaying and losing the fight and he knew his time would be soon. The doctor approached him and gave him 12 vials and instructed that he was to keep them with him at all times. These vials contained raw biological energy broken down so that it can be consumed by a human like a drink. The media calls it the elixer of immortality as a person can lengthen his life by taking it.However, the scientist knew that these vials could not prevent his death for he would lose his conciousness even if he took it excessively. He would be nothing but a vegetable or at worst, a zombie. Yet, these will do, for 12 days is all he need and he knew that even if he wanted more, the process of making it is lengthy and expensive. so 12 will do.
The all ready sign was given and everyone was waiting for his approval.
He stood up and gave his thumbs up and everyone bid him farewell.
With that he walked into the portal and was gone....


He woke up at a hotel and found his luggage all ready on the floor. Leaving the bed, he moved towards the toilet and used the mirror to check his hologram. It was prefect and he looked exactly like his younger self yet he was still old and moved slowly. Remembering the vials, he carefully took one out and drank one. The contents left a bitter aftertatse and the contents seemed to heat up as it made it's way to the stomach. The heat extended to his whole body and he suddenly felt recharged.
Checking the time, he knew he was going to be late for the dinner. Checking out of the hotel, he went towards the carpark and found his car. Sitting into his car, he said his address but nothing happened. Then remembering that he had gone back 37yrs in time, the cars did not have such voice activation yet. Driving manually, he cruised through the busy streets and reached his house. It was easy to spot as he remembered it clearly.
The old house next to the public pool, his first house that he bought after he landed his new job at the research center. His wife, so young and beautiful was waiting for him at the front door. Stopping the car, he saw his son and daughter running towards him. The both of them are so young, teenagers that didn't care much about other stuffs but pop fashion and school.
Reaching the stairs, he hugged his wife and carried her into the house. The house though old had brought warmth to his heart. It was such a familar sight after all and he knew that he had truly been back home. It was his wish come true, to be able to revisit all these before his death.


He knew that despite all the inital europhia he had when he discovered and concocted these life extending subtances, there was a drawback to it. Everyone's biological structure though similar had crucial differences. Differences in blood pressure for example would distort the distribution of the energy and thus he had to spend some time to modify it to suit others.
He had initially found one that matched his but he was racing against time as one by one, his family members succumbed to death. Tried as he might, he could not fufill it and when his daughter, being the only one left apart from him, died in the hopsital, he broke down. He sold all his possessions and he created and funded the most expensive dream of his life. A time portal. He resolved to see his family once again before he passed away.


The 12 days passed quickly and he was down to his last vial. This very day, he would cease to be. Knowing that, he did what he wanted to do all along. He walked up to the dining table that night and looking at them, said" I love you all." With that he broke out in tears. His wife walked up to him, hugged him saying that she does too and then turning to the children, she sent them up to bed.

Hours passed and after explaining to her, he left that night. He drove as far as he could and then he died.

transcend

Note* this is my first shot at it.


The table was set.
Food was prepared with many of his favorites. The chicken was still in the oven but she gauged that it would be ready by the time he was here. The cutlery was laid and the place was prepared. Her eyes scanned the room in search for any little details she missed. All was ready, everything was in place.

The door opened and she knew he was early. He hugged her from behind. He smelt of sweat but she didn't mind. Instead she liked it. She had, after all, been waiting for him the whole day. He promised to quit his current demanding job to spend more time with her.

Turning around she looked into the dreamy eyes of his. She cherished and loved this moment. Her very wish of happiness is about to be fulfilled. This very day, she would spend the rest of her life with him

He moved closer to her and his lips trembled with joy, moving closer calling her name. He loved her, he said and she was filled with waves of euphoria. He moved even closer to kiss her and she gave in. Whispering sweet nothings, he told her how much he loved her when he was away. She smiled and he went on to profess his love for her. He missed her and would miss her even more and hearing that she strongly pushed him away.

" Don't go then." She broke out. She was not ready for him to leave even though he tried to explain that it was his duties. An argument soon broke out. She insisted that he should not response to the call, why fight for the politicians? But he did not listen, he had to answer his call of duty. It was the right thing to do he said. No amount of persuasion could stop him, no amount of tears.

He left that night. The food laid mostly untouched, the cutlery hardly used. 

Melancholy.

She sat on the floor crying. The only thing she could do.

Somewhere, somebody was playing a sad piano piece. It reflected her feelings and she found herself consumed in her own emotions. She was all alone not only physically. The joy had faded, leaving a melancholic mood around her. The night was beautiful but she was alone to enjoy it. The duality of the night, like the duality of their relationship. So sweet and beautiful but also so dark and cold.

Thoughts of suicide came to her mind, and she entertained them. One by one her fears came true and no amount of struggle and help could stop them. She had just lost her motivation, her purpose in life. Her love.

She was tormented that night.

He was in the battle and gunfire rung in her ears. The whole battlefield laid strewn with bodies and she did not know where she was heading. Wandering aimlessly, she screamed as she caught sight of him. Why this cruel joke? Why must it happen?
He laid there gasping for air and blood stains were noticed on the corner of his mouth. His face was filled with immense sorrow mixed with a tinge of joy upon seeing her. With the little strength left, he raised his arms towards her...

The police arrived the next morning amidst all the chaos. A call was made after the neighbours heard loud chilling scream punctuated with cries. The city had enough troubles on it's own. Among the influx of evacuating refugees, many turned more than once to peek into this house. The case was labelled death by unnatural causes as she laid upon the floor in a weird fixated position with her arms arched above her, They seemed to hug an unseen figure and tearstains were noticed on her face where her eyes stared ahead with deadly intensity.

The remnants of transcending emotions, evident of the transcending love that defied boundaries. She probably now exists on a plane where nothing bounds her.