Monday, February 13, 2006

Finally.. A silent war..

The war is on.. How often you noticed the people on the bus were to alight on the same bus stop as you? The waiting game of "pressing the bell first" needed no introduction.. Often i won hands down, don't ask me why.. Blame them for being submissive, and yes i have a strong belief.. Once the clock struck twelve.. The owl will howl..

She was walking down the street one day when she realised someone familiar.. He just paced pass her, she stood rooted to the ground.. She followed after that very person till it's within hearing distance.. "Hey!" She called out.. To her horror, she gave a short cry and stared in amazment.. She tried to change the awkward situation but no words would come out of her mouth..

He looked away in shame and shifted sideway, hoping to get away.. She went after him, eventually caught up.. They were previously together, till he told her than he would be migrating to a faraway land.. She looked at him, with her hands caressing his face and teared.. "Why did you lie to me? I was waiting for you to contact me all this while.." He replied sharply, "You deserve someone better, something better than this.." Not minding those curious stares, they embraced each other tightly.. He had an illness that make him age faster than normal beings, and with three years passed, he looked as though he's sixty at least.. With all crampled and peeling skin, he looked horrible.. It's a far cry than his now supposed twenty nine years old..

She blamed him for not telling the truth and not given the chance to hold on.. He spent his last days residing in a discarded farm in New Zealand.. He lived longer than the expected of one and a half year.. He died one years and nine months later, with a smile on his face..

Some people wonder whether i could write this well, and that whether all the stories written are based on real life or fiction.. All i can say is i do have a creavtive and imaginative brain.. It's up to you to think! Believe it or not, some are so true i thought i wasn't awake.. Yet some i thought it was real life were purely written on imagination..

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