Monday, June 15, 2009

Holiday Task 4,

3. Rewrite the story of
Little Red Riding hood
from the POV of the wolf.


"Romeo is banished,
There is no end, no limit, measure, bound,
In that word's death. No words can that woe sound."

With these words I whisper, I stared at the garish sun with tears welled up in my eyes. Through William Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet have I learnt about true love. I am a wolf. Despite all those horrendous and incorrigible fairy tales on big bad wolves, I know I was nothing compared to them. I had compassion and love within my soul.

My own family and friends feed on human beings, while I preferred to feed on plants and insects. I see myself as a human being, therefore eating human beings is the same as eating my own kind. I continued reading with such engross that I was ignorant towards that everything that happened around me. The woods is a scary, dark place to human beings, but a peaceful place filled with serenity for us, wolves.

“ Oh my god, Romeo and Juliet is like, the most boring book ever! I can’t believe Miss Lora asked us to read that book this weekend as homework. Boring! “ a little girl was busy chattering on her handphone.

I looked down to what I was holding, Romeo and Juliet. An insult had just been made to a legend’s work! I had to do something. A sly smile grew on my face, demanding me to leap in the air, towards that girl.

“ Hey there. What’s your name, little girl? Where are you heading to? “ I inquired.

Waving frantically, she replied, “ Oh, hello! I am Red Riding Hood, see my red hood? I am heading over to my Grandma’s house. She is quite ill, so I have to send this soup my mum cooked for her. “

“ Ah, I think you ought to go now, since she is ill. Good day, “ I smiled.

I felt as though venom had just flow in my blood. I wanted her to pay for what she said! I ran and ran like there was no tomorrow to her Grandmother’s house.
“ I’m coming, my dear! “ a voice answered after I rang her door bell.

With no time to speak or even scream, I gobbled her down my throat.

“ I never knew how satisfying it is to eat a human being, “ I whispered to myself with laughters following it.

In a blink of an eye, Red Riding Hood arrived. She came knocking on the door, just as I was about to open it, a bullet went through my chest. A hunter had just shot me through the window. All I heard was screaming, coming from Red Riding Hood. That was the last thing that happened before my eyes closed itself shut.

I knew I was dead by then, as anger and revenge had already filled my heartless soul.

478 words.

Saturday, June 6, 2009

Holiday Task 3,

Confessions of a Widow,

I feel lost without you in my arms. I’m drowning in misery, in my own tears of sorrow. Melancholy filled my life since then. I may have lost my one source of life, but you were still the one I love most, the one who has the key to my solemn heart. “Oh, cry me a river!” You will always say that out of anger when I get emotional and sensitive everytime we fought. Now, my dear, I really am crying you a river, a river that has no end to it..

15th August, the date I resent the most, the date my Rob died. His healthy heart just stopped beating when we were having our dinner at Swensens. We were laughing while reminiscing our teenage years, the years where our love started to blossom. We were so young and in love, forever was all we saw in each other’s eyes. Yet, God had to take you away from me.

“Hello? 911? Somebody just died! Please hurry!” a woman, busy dialing for the ambulance. Everyone had their eyes on both me and Rob. It grieved me, just thinking that Rob was leaving me alone in this cold, heartless world. The ambulance arrived, the paramedics did their best to revive Rob’s life, but it was a gone case. I deluded myself, thinking that he just fainted, that he was going to be alright. "Rob promised he wouldn't leave me, he promised..." I repeated naively. The paramedics then covered his face, and shook their heads with a sigh. He was gone. He is not coming back.

Since then, he left a hole in my heart. I knew that I couldn’t love again even if I could. Rob was my first and my last love. There is no end to my tears, which seemed to lament for his absence. Every night, I cry myself to sleep. I needed him to keep me safe inside his arms like towers, tower over me.

I’m starving for you here, with my undying love. A few years had passed, but I still long for you, I still love you like I did when we were just fifteen.

I’ll meet you soon enough, my love.

367 words.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Holiday Tasks 2,

2(c) Jake was angry at Diane’s accusations.

My heart was beating so loud, it seemed as though it could be heard ten metres away from me. Just a second ago, I was beaming from ear to ear, but now, the smile on my face had turned upside down into a frown. My eyes were watery and my mind seemed to be in another world, looking at my face. Being accused for something I didn’t do was like having my heart being torn into a million shreds.

79 words.

2(e) She sat heart-broken on her bed.

Ice cold tears rolled down her cheeks from her beautiful, golden eyes. Her mouth was pulled into a pout, her nose was as red as an apple, looking at her face was enough to show me that she was morose. She placed both her hands on her chest, right on top of where our hearts are. Her fingers were clenched into a fist. It was clear. Her heart was broken. Her fists showed as though her heart had been crushed into pieces.

82 words.

Saturday, May 30, 2009

Holiday Task 1a,

[iii] Boy found love. Friend stole it.


Dainty. Pulchritudinous. Celestial.
Not even a thousand words can describe Keri’s beauty which had lured me to her. Her beatific smile, her glossy eyes, and her perfect wavy hair made it all seemed like a fantasy, a dream. Our eyes met for the very first time in the school library. It was a mystery how I have never noticed her in school. It was as though a turtle had came out from its shell. I never felt like this before. The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew that she was more than just a girl, she looked like an angel instead.

I wanted her, as mine and only mine. I did all the steps into getting her into my arms – flirt, sweet-talk, late-night calls everyday – and I got it. She was mine, only mine. We took people by surprise, lasting for more than one year. For the first time of my whole life, I stayed faithful to a girl.

Until one day, my best friend, Nizam, dumped his girlfriend. “ Awww man, she was a bad kisser! I cannot continue the relationship, “ he complained to me over lunch. We were talking over lunch at Swensens, when Keri dropped by after doing some shopping. Nizam did not know how Keri looked like, so the moment Keri stepped into Swensens, he exclaimed “ Woah, look at that! She is gorgeous. I need to have her, dude.” She walked over, slowly yet with elegance, and said “ Hey Baby,” with a peck on my cheek and continued with a “Hello there” to Nizam. “Nizam, this is my girlfriend, Keri. Mine, M-I-N-E.” I said while spelling out ‘mine’ to him as his comment on Keri the moment she came was pretty disturbing.

Life since then got better. I had the best girlfriend and best friend ever. Things got sour soon, on my birthday. Nizam and Keri were busy preparing for a mini celebration at Keri’s house for my birthday. They warned me to arrive at 8pm sharp. “Is there anything I’m afraid of? Hah! No,” I whispered to my tiny heart. So I sneaked to Keri’s house by 7pm. The door was unlocked, nobody was around in the living room and the kitchen. With slow and quiet steps to Keri’s room, I found both Nizam and Keri in bed, together. Instantly, I felt my heart fell to the ground. With lightning speed, I ran out of the house and hailed for a cab. “ Sir, where are you heading? “ the taxi driver questioned me with curiosity. I didn’t realise that tears were rolling down my cheeks non-stop. “Anywhere but here!”

They rang me up numerous times, but I knew I can never forgive them. Regardless of how heartbroken I was, my heart still beats for Keri, her beatific smile and sweet voice still lingers in my mind. I’m sorry, I can never forgive both of you.

Melancholy. Dejection. Anguish. My life now.

498 words.

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

First,

How's this for yaaaaaaa, huh ?
Hehehehehehhehehhhhhhh, alright goodbye.
^^