Hi. My name is Faris E. I'm 18. I'm dying. A bullet hole lies on the skin where my heart beats behind. My vision fades, blacks and whites fill my eyes. Harbingers of my doom. I smile and blink.

I'm six, running down a playground. Around me were other kids, they were smiling. I am smiling too. I looked around, we were all playing, running, we all looked similar, our skins were brown, our hairs were black, our eyes were almonds. We played ball, I kicked it over the fence. I chased for it. Over the fence I went, chasing a receding shape in the distance.

I stop. In front of me stands a child. I am confused. I am scared. I am curious. I know that people have brown skin, black hair and almond eyes. This child had white skin, hair so dark it shines blue and beautiful eyes, like cats. I froze. The child smiled. I opened my mouth to speak. I was surprised by a shock. My cute little bracelet, with a bunny on top crackled in blues. I had did something wrong, I ran.

That night I told my mum what I saw, she beat me, the only time she ever did. She forbade me from crossing the fence at school ever again. I cried.

I opened my eyes, I'm 18 again, a blue bracelet hangs on my wrist, crackling in blues. I looked up, cat eyes stare, beautiful dark blue hair fell around my face. Tears fell on my face, outrage screams from full lips. I say its okay, I blink.

I'm nine, I quietly climb the fence. There are flowers in my hands, the school garden had bloomed. I see her in the distance, her cat eyes lift in a smile that gave me a weird feeling in my tummy. I had never listened to mum, I had come out and seen her since the day I met her. Her name is Abigail H. She is one year older than me. I like her. She is nice, and she teaches me many games. She hugs me. My bracelet crackles, she is thrown off me, I fall to the ground, the pain, I blacked out.

I looked around, people were shouting. People were crying. In their hands they held signboards, in their eyes they held courage, in their hearts they held hope. Abby hugged me to her body, the bracelet crackles. We braced through the pain. She kissed me lightly, her beautiful eyes windows to her broken heart. I closed my eyes and kissed back.

I'm twelve, I rise up from my feet. I had finished my prayers. The bracelet shines, time for Gather. I go to the hall, around me were brown skins, black hair and almond eyes. All I see is cat eyes and raven blue hair. I clenched my teeth and listened. A man stands on the pedestal. Age lines his face, hatred shone from his eyes, ignorance filled his heart. The elder speaks of white skins and black skins. They are monsters, they are fiends, they pray to demons and false gods. They are heathens, infidels and they don't wash their asses. I closed my eyes, cat eyes looked back at me, she is the most beautiful person on this earth. Why? Why are they lying to me? Abby is none of things but so much more.

My eyes opened, tears lining them. Abby stared back, she says she loves me, I said I love her too. The life was leaving me, but I had to do this. People in front of me raised fists, sticks and rocks. I stood up and held their hands, brown hands, black hands, white hands. In surrender they cried, they hugged me, they screamed in anguish. Gunshots rippled the air. I looked at a figure in front. He had a gun in hand, he was the one who shot me. Shoulder to shoulder around him, a wall of similar people trained death on the people around me. I looked into his eyes. His gun was raised to the sky, his eyes reflected remorse, his heart filled with revolution. The gun fell, to my side he ran, arms in the air. I blinked. I smiled.

I'm fifteen. I sat side by side with Abby, our hands were together. Our bracelets crackled. Mine blue, hers red. Pain shot through our spines. Constant, jarring, throbbing. We didn't care. We shared our first kiss. I turned back, hoots filled the air. My friends sat by the trees, brown skin, white skin, black skin. Lights blared suddenly, sirens filled the air. Black figures arrested them, gunshots filled the air. I ran with Abby, two followed behind. We were lucky, four escaped, six died, two arrested. I looked at my bracelet and screamed. Eyes closed, I roared in frustration.

I opened them to almond eyes. The soldier cradled me on the right, Abby on the left. He screamed sorry, his eyes orbs of deep regret. I whispered its okay, my voice faltered. I looked at the black figures, many had lowered their arms, they had finally asked the question, Why? I smiled, I closed my eyes for the last time.

I'm seventeen, tomorrow is my birthday. I am not happy. I was watching TV. Brown skins were clad in black, shooting white skins and black skins. No one defended them from this. Governing steel shone from uniforms. I stood up, I took a signboard and wrote something. I walked into the streets, my parents screamed in the background. I met Abby, her face was set, her eyes flamed with pride, her heart beating with love. We walked down the road. Others joined us. Dozens came, hundreds came, thousands came. I raised my signboard.

I asked the question Why? so many years ago. Abby gave me the answer. On the board is my conclusion. Brown, white and black. They are no different, they are one colour. The colour of humanity.

On December 12th 2070, Faris E was shot, it was his 18th birthday. He was protesting against race separation, against hate. In his final moments he stood up and held back hands of violence. In death he smiled his love for humanity. His bracelet broke off. Where he fell, others rose. Finally, they asked the question.

Why?

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Excerpt 4

The creak of a rocking chair sounded to the tick of the clock in the room. A sinister mood hung in the air as the creaking grew faster and faster. A lone figure sat in it, tall and lean. Shadows hung heavy on his face, a darkness caused by more than light (or the lack of it) Standing up, he paced back and forth, turning something over and over in his hands. A slash of moonlight fell on him, the black cloth and high collar of his robes gave the immediate impression of a holy father. All this was ruined however by the terrifying evil in the man's eyes and the object he twirled in his hands. A sinister razor, black with the blood of dozens of victims and yet, still showing a doubtlessly fatal edge.

Old Kree looked out the balcony and inhaled, taking in the scents in the air.
'Sixty live ones,' he laughed to himself. 'Their doing a better job than me,' he ran his razor down his cheek, looking at the bed. 'Hey, dear.. not waking up for the fun?' cackled Kree, insane, as he stared the dead body of a woman, mutilated, covered in the parts of what remained of her family.
'Oh yes, its time for a lil killin spree.'

The door opened and slammed shut, the mad priest off to join the chaos. The golden lettering glinted, room 11-7. Three frightened teens had caught the nose of old man Kree.


**


Seven floors above, Jhun gazed at his friends, worry evident on his face. Fear was not an emotion he usually held for long, not so for the others. Mike and Dare looked pale, whiter than the sheets they sat on. The rest were up by then, but still oblivious to what the trio had seen.

'Weih, wassup?' KF quipped, annoyed at the disturbance to his slumber. The wiry teen jumped to his feet and did a little jig, the room was cold. He looked to the three, noticing something amiss, he quieted down. 'Where's Shaun and the others,' guessing their worries, half correct.

'I don't know,' Jhun muttered, barely audible. His mind was a jumble, the image of the grotesque being etched clearly in his memories.

By then, the other two in the room had risen and gave questioning looks to Jhun, seeking answers. The girls had sensed the mood immediately and patiently waited for an explanation. One of them at least.

'Oi, faster tell us what happened la!' demanded Charmaine, always quick to flare up.

Denise merely stretched and listened, unusually alert. Dare fidgeted with the fluorecent lamp he had brought, the only source of light they had. Mike stood by the curtains, peering out, as if on guard.

Jhun as usual, took the lead. 'Something's wrong with the place.' He raised a hand to silence the retort from Charmaine before she could even make it. 'All i know is, outside, its pitch black dark,' Mike nodded his confirmation from the balcony. 'We can't reach Shaun and the other two, phones dead, everything else in the hotel as well, no electric it seems.' He took in a deep breath, preparing himself to reveal the next in their list of problems. 'And there are dead bodies falling from above us, Mike and Dare saw it too.' He chose not to reveal the nature or liveliness of the beings, for now.

The shock on the faces of the three uninformed were evident. KF's face turned from questioning, to understanding and to wide eyed horror in the the space of a second. Charmaine started to laugh, only to gasp as he realized that Jhun wasn't up to any sort of joke. Denise was the only one not catching on.

'Wha?' she asked, cocking her head sideways.

'Fucking dead bodies from the bloody rooftop and Shaun,Vi and Kev missing dammit!' shouted Dare, losing his calm. His eyes were wild with panic, and his hands worked the blankets beneath him into knots. He had known the first two boys since they were eight, 'friends' was a weak word to the bond they shared. He calmed down as Mike's hand landed on his shoulder, gentle but firm.

'Relax, we'll find em okay?' Mike was always optimistic, and kept a cool head when he was needed. 'Shaun can take care of the other two if there's trouble, and Vi'll keep them from doing anything stupid, it's fine,' a half smile crept up his face, but it only hung for a second, the expression not fitting for their current predicament.

He looked to Jhun for guidance. Seeing and understanding the meaning in his eyes, he nodded.

'We're looking for em,' said Jhun, standing up, he flipped on the torchlight on his cellphone. The sight was almost heroic, or corny if Shaun was here to observe. The charisma he showed at that moment perked up his friends however and they immediately nodded their agreement. Walking over to the door, he opened it wide.

The six youths made their way into the darkness, determined to find their friends and of course, get the hell out of here after.

*** random thougths @ 1:52 PM

This World of Mind

In this darkness,
I search to find.
The light lost,
In this world of mine.

Where all i hear,
Is a dulcet tone.
Of my heart,
Which had turned to stone.

My hands quake,
In iron chains.
My mouth screams,
Of wordless pains.

Towards a sky,
Filled with stars.
Illuminating,
My thousand scars.

And in this darkness,
I'm forced to pray.
Wondering if this be,
My only way.

*** random thougths @ 1:09 AM

Saturday, January 9, 2010

Father Kree

This is a simple story
About a Priest named Kree.
Who went and had himself
A little, killing spree.

First was his mum,
With a butter knife.
Next with a spoon,
He did his wife.

He traveled the world,
A friendly dear
Then he would slice you,
from ear to ear

If they're unlucky,
Survive the first strike.
Always they'll ask,
Why they deserve the pike.

I'm God's flock,
A faithful sort.
All i ever do,
Is pray a lot.

And old Kree would smile and
SWISH!
Why? Am i not granting your wish?


Note : An intro for an appearing character in the Excerpts

*** random thougths @ 5:25 PM

Sketces I

Lol 2 hours and this.. feels like shit.. but hey.. i'm trying lol.. cleaning up the lines later

*** random thougths @ 12:41 PM

Friday, January 8, 2010

Random Insanity I

Lol a break from the usual writing (which is a break in itself, maybe i'll move it to fanfic to prevent cloggage) I'm on a mission to thinnerize! Lol running every morning starting today. Can't believe how a few simple rounds could do man! By the end my body was jelly and i had to vegetize for a friggin hour before i could even bathe.
This is from a guy who used to run 10 km and enjoy it. Great!

The path to getting fit is a tough one indeed!

Like Confucious said! You no half dead, you no fit! (hope he doesn't turn over in his grave)

*** random thougths @ 7:37 AM

Excerpt 3

Shaun looked down the darkened corridor, the one leading to the main dining area, and the bubble lifts. They were pretty awesome to the art loving boy, coz they were ‘damn cool’, two lifts going up twenty floors. Peering up and trying to catch sight of the ceiling, he only saw darkness, as if the walls lead up to a sort of endless reverse pit of doom. Getting that image out of his mind, he quickly moved along, hearing his friends’ footsteps behind him.

‘Ya think the lift still works?’ said Vi from behind, his voice barely a whisper, as if the darkness demanded absolute silence from the youths.

‘These stuff usually have an emergency power supply of sorts, I think,’ Shaun stared at the lifts, noticing the emergency lights. ‘Yeah, see.’ He pointed it out, quickening his pace.

‘Guys? Don’t you guys feel its weird that there isn’t a single person about?’ piped in Kev, he wasn’t looking too well. ‘I mean, the staff usually cleans up or hangs around here at this hour.’ Shaun noted his worried voice, the boy had caught the eye of a young waitress, she was quite a pretty sight and no doubt the focus of Kev’s thoughts right now.

‘Probably some sorta holiday, or their maintaining the power supply?’ stated Shaun as much as he asked. He wasn’t really convinced though. The darkness was unnatural to him, and he had a really bad feeling that this wasn’t any maintenance or outage. He kept it to himself though.

They had reached the lifts by then, Vi punched the up button, the doors swiveled open. Looking to the others, he shrugged and stepped in. When they were all inside, he pushed the button for the fourteenth floor and stepped back. The lift began its silent, smooth journey upwards. Shaun was staring out the lift, he enjoyed doing that, even under the circumstances, he always liked views like this. Kev picked at his lips of to the side, a sign that the boy was mulling over something, the waitress most probably. Vi joined Shaun at the glass, he looked to Shaun, the boy was lost in his own thoughts by then.

All of a sudden, the lift grinded to a halt and jerked wildly, as if it had hit something. Shaun’s face bumped hard into the glass, Vi managed to brace himself in time, Kev on the other hand drew blood on his lips. The three shared similar emotions though, shock etched in their faces when they came to. The night had tensed the boys pass any notion of normalcy and this unwelcome jerk to their nerves had hit. Shaun, calming first, attempted to look up the glass front, trying to spot what had caused the problem, seeing none he proceeded to the door. He had at least noticed that they were nearly level with the floor they had reached, the seventh. It had snagged with something there.

‘Pry it?’ Shaun asked to the others, his hand already reaching for the doors. On their nods, he slipped his hands into the crack and pulled sideways.
Leaving his big friend to the physicalities, he turned to Kev, checking on him. Looking back, he seemed fine, though favouring the part where he had wounded his lips, a shaky smile perked up, relieving Vi of any worries. The door gave way and with a grunt, Shaun heaved it all the way. Putting a hand to tell them to wait, he stepped out. Always the first to check on any danger.

Outside, Shaun scanned the open corridor and noticed nothing strange, then looking back to the lift, he caught sight of something. Looking closer, he saw eyes staring back at him, upside down. The eyes of a woman, her head popping out the upper lip of the lift exit. The top of her torso was showing out the crack and it looked totally crushed and bloodied. h\Half her face was totally gone, revealing a good deal of her gums and teeth, a macabre sideways grin. The rest of her body was out of sight but obviously the reason for the stopped lift. The woman was dead, stiff, stone cold out. Shaun took all this in in the split second before his mind registered the horror of the scene.

‘HOLY CLUSTERFUCK!’ came a high pitched shriek as he fell over backwards, tripping over his own feet. He fell hard on his buttocks but his eyes never left the sight, he quaked in absolute terror on the spot.

Vi rushed to his side, fearing that his friend had acquired an injury of some sort. Kev followed but instead of checking Shaun for any injuries he followed the direction of his terrified eyes. No jaw could gape wider, he was stunned and stood there, unable to fully react to the sight before him. By then, Vi had made sure that Shaun was pretty much unscathed and glanced behind to make sure Kev was still there. He caught sight of it too.

They were as sprinters off the starting block, Vi and Kev dragging Shaun by the armpits as they bolted down the corridor, Shaun backpedalling furiously to keep up. All three were screaming at the top of their lungs, probably breaking some sound and speed barriers to boot.

*** random thougths @ 1:29 AM

Sunday, January 3, 2010

Excerpt Epilogue I

The fire of a barbecue pit crackled and spat as it burn steadily, casting a warm orange light onto its surroundings. In its immediate vicinity stood a giant of a man, or what many would have thought, given his height and girth. The light however fell on the face of a young teenager, curtained by long locks of thick black hair, barely eighteen. A unique Asian heritage markedd this boy, as he was a mix of Chinese, Indian and Malay, and his features benefited from it, having the big eyes of the second and the fair skin of the first. The Malay heritage showed in the developed muscles on his body, a mark of the race who buffed up naturally. His bicep flexed as he deftly maneuvered the dogs, preventing any from getting burnt. Broad shoulders and the way he carried himself suggested an athlete, though his friends would agree that it is only grudgingly so. Shaun took in a quick breath, sniffling slightly, his nose had never agreed to heat, having a form of sinusitis. He enjoyed the night air, and staying out with his chums. Looking over his shoulder, he glanced two figures, as if to make sure they were safe.

Directly behind the sniffling giant, a boy of indian heritage sat lounging on the benches that littered the area. He was a gangly one, with skin a rich brown colour that was better than any tan, fondly referred to as 'shit coloured', an oft repeated joke by his friends, though with no malicious intent behind it. His big eyes were deep orbs, hinting at a deeper intelligence and wisdom and a good hint of sensibility. Vi shifted slightly in his seat, the lack of meat on his buttocks (and any part of him for that matter) made the rough hard surface of the bench a bit uncomfortable. 'Eat more!' was another oft repeated phrase, mostly by Shaun though. He chewed on a chicken thigh he had barbequed earlier while chatting to the boy next to him.

Kev sat beside Vi, working himself over on a large hot dog he had luckily snatched before Shaun got his hands on it. The boy had spiky locks of meticulously styled hair, and the soft Chinese features of his face were almost feminine. This meant he was quite the stunner to the opposite sex but a timid and slightly off key personality kept them away. In height he was almost as tall as Vi though nowhere near the 6'4 of Shaun. He was even skinnier than the Indian youth though, making him look even shorter than he actually is. Laughing aloud at a joke Vi had made, he dropped the dog. Immediately, he picked it up again and stuffed it in his mouth before any of the two could even move to stop him.

They were a bunch of rowdy teenagers with the other half of their group partying up in the hotel. Looking at the view around him, Shaun smiled wide as he took in the greenery, nothing but forests and mountains and that beautiful hotel behind him. Jhun's idea was great, a retreat up in this newly opened eco resort.

If only they knew, that this is the beginning of a harsh and painful destiny.

*** random thougths @ 8:05 PM

Books I

Giving thought to my second greatest passion, books, i decide to write about books i like and i think would do some good being read by others as well. And to bring forth a facet of my personality that few seem to know. Haha if one were to look at me, reading would be the last on the list of potential hobbies for me, bashing peoples' heads in in some dark alley would be more of my type of game. Truthfully though, i have always loved books.
In a situational sort of way to explain, if i was in a mall, and my mum gave me fifty bucks, and i'm hungry, wearing a dirty old shirt and a tattered pair of jeans. I obviously, would go find the nearest bookstore. =)

And to be the first on my list of books you should read would be The Lovely Bones by Alice Sebold. Yeah its gonna be a movie by Peter Jackson and what not but as things usually go, the source material will always rule the roost. (Lord of the Rings being a rare and well deserved exception though) This book started of as a sort of ghost story to me. Its told from the point of view of Suzie Salmon (like the fish =P) and she's fourteen, growing up and pretty normal, besides the fact that she was dead tho. Brutally raped and murdered sort of dead. With this as an opening, i would imagine that the book would ultimately be about her spirit reaching out to help the living solve this murder case but no, i would find out, to my utter delight.
This book is a beautiful story, told from the eyes of a girl forever fourteen from her perch in heaven as she watches her family live and deal with the impact of her death. This book brought tears to my eyes as i watched the beauty of humanity unfold as well as in realization that this girl would never ever experience that in full. The characters become real and catch on in my heart.
One of the rare books that gave a sad feeling as i read the final words, knowing that, i was closing one cake taker of a book.
Super thumbs up!

*** random thougths @ 3:56 PM

Excerpt 2

A hotel room, cluttered, messed up, a recent disaster area, the disaster known as teenage revelry. Six figures lay around the rubble of a night's worth of partying, sleeping soundly. All except one, the figure fidgeted, turned over and the glint in the darkness signified the opening of eyes.

Jhun blinked slowly, trying to orient himself to the image he saw before him. Rising slowly, he smiled wistfully at the clutter surrounding him and the rest. Climbing over, he was careful not to disturb the body under him, wrapped up in blankets, snoring softly. Noticing the packet of chips that lay on his chest, threatening to spill, Jhun slowly lifted it away, out of a messy hazard. Dare turned to the other side, mumbling something incoherent.

'Wow', mused Jhun to himself, now standing at the side of the queen sized bed he shared with Dare and what must me Mike, on the edge of it, looking as if he might just topple over anytime. The full gravity of the drunken upholstering they had done to the place hit him as he got a good look of it. Chuckling to himself, he remembered that three were missing from the gathering. Shaun and the other two had went to the barbeque spot to fry some dogs earlier, though he should have been with them if not for his stomach. He was never fond of curry, he noted and decided to keep a wide berth away from the stuff from now on.

Looking at the figure at his feet, he bent down and covered KF better with the comforter he had curled around himself. Jhun was the oldest of the group, and he had ever played the role of an older brother to the rest, albeit one who had a rather sharp tongue. He stumbled around and searched for his phone, wanting to contact Shaun and make sure they didn't burn the place down, or worse. His best friend wasn't an idiot in many ways, the boy was gifted at a good many things, but taking care of his surroundings is not one of them. The other two were also another nagging worry, Vi and Kev are a bit less accident prone, noting and emphasizing the 'bit' part.

Finding his phone under a pile of Twistie packets, he quickly punched the speed dial and listened as the phone attempted to make contact with the other. The beep of the tone signified the loss of signal. Grimacing slightly, he tossed the phone aside, Malaysia wasn't known for reliable phone companies he noted sourly. Well, maybe he should check their room, the boys could be back by now. Not bothering to collect any of his items (he'll pack up tomorrow anyway) he shuffled quietly to the room door. A sudden instinct stopped him from opening the door straight away however. Not knowing what drove him to the action, he peered out the eyehole, feeling an ominous pulse at the back of his spine.

The corridor was dark, lightless. Confused, Jhun jammed his eye right up to the glass, nothing but pitch black greeted him, albeit with slight hints of moonlight that fell too lightly to give any proper illumination. Worry overtaking any feelings of fear for now, he doubled back and dove for his phone, dialing his friend's number again. Only the signaless beep answered him. A full frown decorating his features now, he decided to wake Dare up.

'Hey! Wake up! Diu!', Jhun cursed as he gave the boy a hard shake.
A sleepy eye opened to regard him, Dare's fair features crinkled in a mixture of annoyance and curiosity, Jhun doesn't bother anybody unless its urgent.
'What? Wassup?', croaked the boy groggily, sitting up slightly to prevent himself from dozing off.

'The whole damn hall is dark man, and I can't call the idiots with my phone,' said Jhun, a good dose of worry in his voice. 'I hope their back already, or at least in the hotel, I got a bad feeling liao.'

'Oi.. Chou meh? (What? in chinese) What's wrong?' came a question from the other side of the bed, Mike had woken from the little ruckus Jhun was making.
'There are no lights outside, and I haven't heard from Shaun,' Jhun said, leaving out the fact that he had a really bad gut feeling, like one a mother would have when her children are in danger. 'Maybe we should go out and find em.'
'Wake the others la then,' Dare offered, fully aware now, he didn't like the idea of the three outside poking around in the dark either. He made his way to the switches, wanting to get some lights up. Flicking the switches one by one, only darkness greeted him when he looked back. 'Powers out, probably,' frowning he picked up the hotel phone. 'No line either, What the fuck?!'

All three of them froze then, all of them hearing the same thing over Dare's voice, a whooshing sound from outside the balcony. Mike, closest to the blinds on that side, swiped them aside. Just in time.

A body fell past ragdoll like. That wasn't all, they caught a glimpse of it as it went by. The figure had no face, no genitalia and it had turned its head towards them as it passed.
Mike dropped off the bed.

*** random thougths @ 11:17 AM

Self Reflections I

It was a night like any other, I was lying on a mattress in a high rise condo, 16 years old, alive, invincible, and ultimately, stupid. You were talking to me that day, thru the messages, a desperate plea for a best friend, and now only do i realize was your own silent confession.
I knew it in my heart or maybe a wild guess that you had fell for me, but i was embracing a new life by then, a new world, a new belief. Embracing the feet of a fallen martyr, the man who died at Calvary. I knew then as i know now, that we were not meant to be. I am as always a rebel, refusing to bow down to any chains, be it religion or race. You were orthodox, innocent and pure.
I pushed you away, thinking it was for the best, only to have you in the back of my mind for the years to come. Now you reenter my life thru that window called Facebook.
I'm as sure of it now, as i was then, though age had given me a bit more brains and wisdom, as well as a certain measure of grace.
I love you.. always will.
The flames of first love burn brightest, flashing in a barren land untouched by its tongues. Forever it will burn, flickering, weakening, flaring, rising and falling with time, but never dying.
This post is dedicated to you, Spendergirl.

Shaz

*** random thougths @ 8:41 AM

Saturday, January 2, 2010

Excerpt I

The darkness was opaque, it was stifling, overwhelming, diu nia macibai in Derrick speak. Shaun noted that as he slowly let himself ease in from the minute crack he dared open of the door. Vi and Kev watched their big friend slide out of view and followed his lead, understanding that Shaun was not one to be cowed by any but the most terrible of things, butterflies strangely among them, don't ask.

Meanwhile, Shaun, already inside, squinted hard in an attempt to scan his surroundings, ominously, the lobby was deserted. Noting his two friends joining him in the empty hall, he winced at their loud footfalls. Turning to shush them, he was surprised to see that they were creeping as silently as they could towards him, even if every step seemed to ring deafeningly in Shaun's ears. Focusing himself, he realized it was not his friend who were loud, the lobby was dead quiet. Now there was quiet that we would normally face when we're alone at home, when we note the tick and tock of the clocks and the distant shagging of cats but this, this was different, this was absolute silence.

Not liking this one bit, he motioned for his pals to follow him into a side corridor, the one with the dead end, where a large painting hung.
'Shit,' whispered Shaun, a statement echoed by his companions from the looks on their faces.

'Where the fuck is everyone?' Kev asked, more of a statement than a question, as he looked back to pitch black lobby, lighted only by pale strands of moonlight.
All of them wanted to just haul ass out of the place, but knowing that their friends were still within the place and their inability to contact them, they had no notion of carrying out that thought, no matter how rational it seemed.

'Let's just find the lifts kay? We get up there, we get em if their there, if not we grab your carkeys and get the fuck out,' said Vi in a tone that even he himself found hard to believe. The seven of them had been together before they even knew guys and girls had different equipment, if they didn't find the others, they sure as hell aren't leaving till they do.

*** random thougths @ 7:12 AM

A beginning

Laying off blogging eversince then, i couldn't explain the sudden urge to return. Maybe a way to type out words i barely speak? A release of thoughts trapped within, or just a sudden urge as urges tend to be, unexplainable. Like the title i suppose, i'll tell you my story, as i watch, a passenger in the driver's seat.

Shaz

*** random thougths @ 6:50 AM