Friday, July 20, 2007
Target
'In humans.' I muttered while watching a bunch of giggling girls totter along in ridiculously high high-heeled shoes.
Treading through the crowd, I did my best to look inconspicuous. Just any other person. That's me.
Leaving the crowded shopping centre, I made my way towards the nearby park, where thankfully, there was neither high nor tail of giggling girls. Only normal people strolling around enjoying the day.
Spotting the target, I retreated into the shadows.
By: Foong Ming
(User) posted @ 4:46 PM
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Money....
The phone rang. I took a look at the clock, it showed 7a.m. Shoulders stooped, I shuffled wearily into the hall.
“Hello” I answered drowsily. “Hello….. I am calling from…” started the caller on the line. By the time the conversation had ended, I had become half a millionaire! I sat down in a daze. My sister who was having her breakfast of coffee and bread with cheese, looked at me casually. I sat down in a daze.
After a while, I decided not to tell anyone yet. It would be a test, I thought, on how sincere my friends and family have been to me all this while. I wore a smug look as I sauntered up my room. Inside of me, my heart pounded. I crept silently upstairs, past my mother who was snoring away on her bed.
The money safe in my bank, I slowly began to change. Often, I would wander aimlessly in the house. I became paranoid. Everyone was up to something. Everyone wanted somthing. That was how I began to look at other human beings around me.Done by: Joyce xD
(User) posted @ 10:56 PM
Zzz 4 wordz i write on
Sundays are terrible. There is usually nothing to do at all except stare into blank space. I was a bored individual, stranded in between four solid hard walls. As i stared out of my room window, I realised that walking around the city area could be an interesting thing to do. I
staggered along the streets to find something which would interest me. As i made a turn to the left, a man
marched past me and was so close in fact his hand almost hit my face. I was bored so I decided to follow him and
sneaked behind him without him noticing. However, he must have found out somehow and
spun around, smacking me hard on my face with his arm. He apologized to me and helped me up saying he did not intended to hit me. As i was injured i ran back home and cleaned my wound. I learned a great lesson, never sneak up on people without a reason or we will face dire consequences.
Done by subhaan
(User) posted @ 10:27 PM
The Wedding....
Despite grave misgivings from her designer, the beautiful redhead insisted on wearing a bridal gown with a ten metre train for a stunning impact. As she glided along the aisle, her group of adorable and cute-looking flower girls tripped against the impossibly long train. The congregation watched with mouths agaped, as the little girls stumbled, fell and pulled at the train as they lunched forward. The great length of cloth ripped and trailed behind the bride, who was blissfully unaware of the disaster as she sashayed towards her groom. A wave of laughter and applause broke out as the flower girls limped along in a brave attempt to follow the bride.Done by:kiayi =)
(User) posted @ 8:20 PM
Friday, July 13, 2007
Postscript
The story about the cat is written by me....this is LiQi by the way....
(User) posted @ 8:58 PM
This is the one on the 4 words.....
Cat slinked towards the sparrow feeding happily on the steamed cake left on the ground,completely oblivious to is oncoming fate...Cat twitched her whiskers. This was what she liked to do...roaming around the neighbour hood, getting into cat-fights and catching sparrows.Just then, unknown to Cat, a old rag-and-bone man was hobbling on the road behin her.Ah Beng, the man, was a sadist and delighted in torturing animals, especially cats. He hated cats. He saw Cat's long , beautiful and smooth tail trailing on the footpath next to him and smiled evilly as an evil plan formed in his mind.He crept up behind Cat and stomped on her tail with his platform boots that he picked up from a dustbin outside a army officer's house.
The effect was tremendous.
"MEEEOOOOOWWWWW!OW!OW!OW!"Cat screamed in agony. The sparrow flew away , startled. Cat was angry Nobody stamped on her tail! NOBODY!
"MEOWRRRRRRR!" she yowled and lepr towards Ah Beng.
"OWOWOW!" Ah beng yelled and tried to pry the scratching and spitting Cat off his face.
Cat scratched Ah Beng's face until it was swollen all over.Then, for added effect, she bit his backside.It tasted like chicken.Finally, she lept away.Ah Beng groped his way home as both of his eyes were swollen after Cat's assualt, and he could hardly see through them.
Cat meowed and washed herself. Humans! Ah well, all in the day of a cat.
NOTE: There are no references in this story to real humans or cats.I WROTE IN PEACE.
(User) posted @ 8:40 PM
continued....(by LiQi)
His lips were a ghastly white and his face was a sickly yellow.The areas under his eyes were dark purple and he had a look of sheer terror on his face.He mumbled inaudibly as the foam came out of his nose and mouth.
"See? I told you he was possesed! Please sir, do something to help him!"I wailed, tugging desperately at the priest's robes.
The priest brushed my hand away, his eyes fixed on my son."By my experience he does not look possesed.You better take him to the hospital right away."
It took four strong men and a lot of strenght to sedate my son, who had now realised we were going to take him to a place he disliked the most...the hospital.He had struggled frantically and injured two of the four paramedics the hospital sent.
"Why him? Why must it happen to my son, of all people? What have I done to offend the gods?I wailed while speeding to the hospital in the ambulance.My son was now unconscious, but was still breathing heavily.I said a silent prayer in my heart for him to survive this ordeal...
At the hospital, the paramedics put my son on a hospital bed and wheeled him into the operating theatre.My son turned his head to face me and for that instance I saw the recognition in his eyes,only to be extinguished by his agony.I ran after the strecher for a short distance, then waited outside the theatre, awaiting the fate of my son.All was in the hands of the gods now....
Little would I know that was the last time I would ever see my son....
"I'm sorry Mrs Tan,but he's gone...If you had brought him here a little earlier we could have saved him but now.....he's just too late....."
Why me? Why? Why?
(User) posted @ 8:16 PM
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Supertions - You better be home before sundown..
It happened a few years back. The painful memories are still embedded deep in my mind. The feelings of guilt and shame still hurt painfully, like salt added on an open wound.
“You better be home before sunset. Better be careful and don’t stay out late this month,” I advised my thirteen year-old son on that fateful day of the seventh month.
“Don’t be such a nag,” my stubborn son replied. That had always been his response to my advice.
“ I am advising you for your own good! It’s better to be safe than sorry!” I yelled as my son slammed the front door behind him. I let out a heavy sigh and went back to peeling my bean sprouts. As usual, my son never took my words of caution seriously. He would just brush me off and hurry out to avoid me. However, I was always worried about him, an active teen, staying out late with his friends. Who knows whether he would run into any trouble. He was my only child after all and all I just wanted him to be was to be safe. I wanted him to take all the necessary precautions and not get into trouble. It was already past midnight when he came home that night. His face resembled that of a ghost. Eyebags were prominent and his eyes were bloodshot. Being the over protective mother that I am, I immediately put him into bed. Thoughts like 'Stupid boy, if only he would listen to me. What should I do now that he's gotten possessed?' and 'Would I have enough money for the priest?' bounced about my head.
The next day, I spent the whole morning praying to the gods at the temple and looking for a priest to help save my son which I believed to have been possessed.
'Priest! Priest! Please save my son! He is being possessed by and evil spirit!' I pleaded as pinpricks stung the back of my eyes.
'Not to worry! When there's a will, there's a way!' the priest cried.
The days following that were hell. I would check on my son every so often but whenever I did so, he was on his bed sleeping. The trays of food I left by his bedside were only picked at and barely any was eaten. The anxiety I felt knew no bounds as I axiously waited for the priest to come. My actions of pacing the floor left a hole in the carpet.
The following day, the priest arrived. I led him to my son's room. As I opened the door, living hell greeted my eyes.
My son lay on the floor twitching as foam poured out of his mouth.
To be continued
(User) posted @ 8:51 PM
Friday, July 6, 2007
We must continune the tradition as our forefathers have....
The sparrow fluttered about in its cage at the backseat of John’s taxi. John signed and stopped at a red light. Father was ridiculous. He had asked him to free the sparrow. Freeing of the sparrow was supposed to bring good luck to the household. This tradition had been carried out by John’s father and most likely by all of his ancestors too.
“You must release the sparrow by 6.00pm” his father had warned. “Otherwise something bad will happen.” John had always rolled his eyes at this but had agreed to the job because of the fact that he did not want his father going about thinking that they will be cursed.
John was still grumbling when a middle aged man flagged his taxi down. He was annoyed. “Why couldn’t the man see that he had a "busy" sign on top of his cab?” he pulled over anyway. Typical customers usually called the company complain if you ignored them. The man opened the door at the cab.
“Excuse me? Could you please send my father to this address in Toa Payoh?” he passed John a piece of paper. John shoved it away.
“Excuse me sir, I’m running short of time. Its 5.30pm now and I have something to do before six. Could you please call another cab?”
The man look worried, “Please sir, its urgent.” John thought for a moment.
“Well…” the man shoved a fifty dollar note into John’s hand.
“Here take this. Keep the change. My sister will come down to fetch him.” Then he was gone.
John got out and helped the old man into the taxi, and moved the sparrow away to make space. It fluttered again, weakly.
John was not sure if it would hold out till six.
He got back in the driver’s seat and drove off. The location was rather isolated and it took fifteen minutes of trial and error for him to find it.
He looked at his watch. It was exactly six.Cursing under his breath he stepped on the gas. Rushing through orange and red lights and narrow accidents he drove on.
Time kept ticking on. His father was surely going to scold him for this.
As he cut through the traffic, he did not pay attention to all the honks and bleeps he was getting. Then, his senses overloaded and his vision turned black.
The first thing he felt was pain and more pain. He tried to open his eyes but the light blinded him. Slowly, they adjusted to the brightness and he began to take notice of his surroundings. He realized his was on scratchy white sheets in an all to white room with his parents by his bedside.
“Where am I?” he mumbled. However his only a scratchy sound come out.
“You were in a traffic accident. The passenger in your taxi died on the spot. You did not free the bird did you?”
John shook his head in response.
His father’s face turned pale as a look of pure horror flashed across his head. He walked off muttering something about...”It’s the curse..”
John finally understood why his father had insisted that he free the bird exactly at six on the last day of the month. There was really a curse on his family and he had caused an innocent old man to die….End
(User) posted @ 11:23 AM
