On a Saturday morning in the year 1996, a quiet town was shock with the news of a dead body found in the local park. The body was ordinary except for one thing. It was missing its heart. This case struck the local sheriff dumbfound as there were similar cases when two bodies were found on different part of the same park in one week. Both bodies are missing a liver and the lungs.
The sheriff, thinking that it was some kind of a demonic ritual by a cult, dismissed the case, letting it gather dusts in the cold case department. But the local detective in charge couldn't quite let go of it. He was determined to catch the killer.
Believing that he could catch the killer himself, he waited at the park in hiding. For the first and second day, he was to no avail ever closer. But the third day, he found something disturbing. A figure limping towards a big tree and climbed upon it.
There, the figure waited until it was nearly dawn, climbed down and walk away. He tries to follow the figure, but since its the fall, the sound of dead leaves crackled under his footstep. This notifies the figure which made it ran away. He could n’t catch up.
The detective came up with a plan. To wait atop a tree which is on the way of the figure when he walk away. This time, the figure moved much faster without it’s limp. It goes up the same tree and waited there. Since the view of the tree braches was blocked, the detective assumed that it is already there and waited.
Suddenly, he heard a noise coming above him. He looked up and to his horror, saw the figure staring right at him. It’s face is distorted with stitches everywhere like it was a few different parts of different faces sewed together, imbuing an ugly image.
The sight of the unholy creature startled him so much that he could n’t even scream. It’s face came closer to him. Smiling, it says,’I could use a new kidney’.
The next morning, a body of the local detective was found under the tree from where he was hiding. The body was ordinary except for the organs missing. It was missing both of it’s kidney.
Friday 21 February 2014
Thursday 20 February 2014
Blood flower
There was a legend. A story. Told by the elders. Old folks. Speaking of a flower. That blooms atop a mountain. As high as the skies itself. A flower that is said to be the cure of all diseases and sickness. Bringer of wealth and health. Blood flower.
Named for the many lives died trying to reach for the flower. For the blood spilled to reach happiness. But never weavers the hearts of the seekers. They try and try again. Many who failed and survived tried their luck again and again until death took them for itself.
This is not a story of happiness and joy. A young man tries to reach for the flower. Months he had trained himself until the day had come when the temperature was at the least cool it could get all years.
Packed with his supplements, he sets off his journey with one goal in his mind. To have the wealth to marry his sweetheart back home. At the bottom of the mountain, he saw a crowd gathered.
Some were here to climb. Some were to cheer for others. At dawn, the climbers sets of in a mad race to the flower. As do the young man. They climb and climb. Stepping and kicking on others, ignoring anyone else. For the seekers of the flower were desperate people.
By the time dusk has arrive, their numbers have dwindle to a quarter of the originals. Only about twenty climbers remained. The rest half either fallen to death or survived to try another day.
They set up camp and waited for the dawn of a new day arrived. They only came halfway from the peak. The young man set up camp beside a man in his mid forties. They became acquainted.
The young man learned that this man is a father who is trying for the flower to heal his dying daughter. Out of pity, he agreed to help each other out and try to split the flower in a way that would profit the both once they have it.
When the next day arrived, they started climbing. The frenzy were dialed down but mad still. People pushing each others, trying to reach the peak. Only the young man and his acquaintance help each other as agreed. They picked each other when the other is down. They supported each other until they make it to the top.
There, they met up a ledge. By this time, they are the only two people left. The rest have all fallen. The ledge was as high as two adult people. They decided that the young man should support as his acquaintance climb the ledge.
After a short while, the acquaintance came down from the ledge. He claimed that there is no flower of any sort up there. That there were only white snow from the cold.
Thinking that he was lying to keep the flower to himself, the young man picks up a rock and bashed it to the man’s head when he was looking away. He then repeatedly smite the rock to the mans until his head are smashed and his blood are all over the young mans hand.
The young man searches for the flower from the man, but could found non. Thinking that he must left the flower to pick it up later, he pushed the man’s body against the ledger and tries to climbed up.
After several attempts, he succeed. But to his horror, there was nothing up there. Just snow. Snow everywhere. He searched everywhere until he realized that the man was telling the truth.
With no way down, because the mans body have slid down from his attempt to climb the ledge, he realized that the flower was a fairytale. Realizing his mistake, and with no way down except to fall, he tore a piece of clothing and write on it ‘no flower. Don’t come up’.
He slipped the note in his pocket, regretting his mistake, he closed his eyes and began to jump. On his way down, the note slipped out of his pocket without him noticing and fell on the mountain where snow covered it, lost forever.
The impact killed him immediately. The crowd waiting down just dismiss him as another fallen climber and place his body among the others that have failed. They do not know that there is no flower. The blood flower does n’t exist. Just an old stupid belief. There is only blood.
Named for the many lives died trying to reach for the flower. For the blood spilled to reach happiness. But never weavers the hearts of the seekers. They try and try again. Many who failed and survived tried their luck again and again until death took them for itself.
This is not a story of happiness and joy. A young man tries to reach for the flower. Months he had trained himself until the day had come when the temperature was at the least cool it could get all years.
Packed with his supplements, he sets off his journey with one goal in his mind. To have the wealth to marry his sweetheart back home. At the bottom of the mountain, he saw a crowd gathered.
Some were here to climb. Some were to cheer for others. At dawn, the climbers sets of in a mad race to the flower. As do the young man. They climb and climb. Stepping and kicking on others, ignoring anyone else. For the seekers of the flower were desperate people.
By the time dusk has arrive, their numbers have dwindle to a quarter of the originals. Only about twenty climbers remained. The rest half either fallen to death or survived to try another day.
They set up camp and waited for the dawn of a new day arrived. They only came halfway from the peak. The young man set up camp beside a man in his mid forties. They became acquainted.
The young man learned that this man is a father who is trying for the flower to heal his dying daughter. Out of pity, he agreed to help each other out and try to split the flower in a way that would profit the both once they have it.
When the next day arrived, they started climbing. The frenzy were dialed down but mad still. People pushing each others, trying to reach the peak. Only the young man and his acquaintance help each other as agreed. They picked each other when the other is down. They supported each other until they make it to the top.
There, they met up a ledge. By this time, they are the only two people left. The rest have all fallen. The ledge was as high as two adult people. They decided that the young man should support as his acquaintance climb the ledge.
After a short while, the acquaintance came down from the ledge. He claimed that there is no flower of any sort up there. That there were only white snow from the cold.
Thinking that he was lying to keep the flower to himself, the young man picks up a rock and bashed it to the man’s head when he was looking away. He then repeatedly smite the rock to the mans until his head are smashed and his blood are all over the young mans hand.
The young man searches for the flower from the man, but could found non. Thinking that he must left the flower to pick it up later, he pushed the man’s body against the ledger and tries to climbed up.
After several attempts, he succeed. But to his horror, there was nothing up there. Just snow. Snow everywhere. He searched everywhere until he realized that the man was telling the truth.
With no way down, because the mans body have slid down from his attempt to climb the ledge, he realized that the flower was a fairytale. Realizing his mistake, and with no way down except to fall, he tore a piece of clothing and write on it ‘no flower. Don’t come up’.
He slipped the note in his pocket, regretting his mistake, he closed his eyes and began to jump. On his way down, the note slipped out of his pocket without him noticing and fell on the mountain where snow covered it, lost forever.
The impact killed him immediately. The crowd waiting down just dismiss him as another fallen climber and place his body among the others that have failed. They do not know that there is no flower. The blood flower does n’t exist. Just an old stupid belief. There is only blood.
Tuesday 11 February 2014
We Are The Old Humans
We are the old humans. The experienced ones. We know how to operates the world. And we used it for our personal gains. Not knowing the consequences that has yet to come.
We are the old humans. The forgotten ones. We are the ones with the better mind. And we forgot how to used them not just for ourself. And forgot to advances the world with us.
We are the old humans. The diligent ones. We work hard to improve ourself as a community. Not caring about the family we left behind. Left them to fend themself on their own.
We are the old humans. The dependent ones. Always afraid of death. Always looking for a way to cheat them. And failing every time. But trying still. Because we are clingy.
We need to die. Nature will find a way. Be careful for your whole life. Nature will still find a way to kill you. We die to make way for the next generation. The new humans.
We are the old humans. The tired ones. And we need to go. We have done enough. It’s time for the new ones to take over. To lead them self better. And to learn from our mistakes. We are the old humans. And we are done.
We are the old humans. The forgotten ones. We are the ones with the better mind. And we forgot how to used them not just for ourself. And forgot to advances the world with us.
We are the old humans. The diligent ones. We work hard to improve ourself as a community. Not caring about the family we left behind. Left them to fend themself on their own.
We are the old humans. The dependent ones. Always afraid of death. Always looking for a way to cheat them. And failing every time. But trying still. Because we are clingy.
We need to die. Nature will find a way. Be careful for your whole life. Nature will still find a way to kill you. We die to make way for the next generation. The new humans.
We are the old humans. The tired ones. And we need to go. We have done enough. It’s time for the new ones to take over. To lead them self better. And to learn from our mistakes. We are the old humans. And we are done.
Monday 3 February 2014
A Farewell Letter
You are my heart. You are my soul. Those are the words that i could not possibly express towards you. My tongue betrays me whenever my heart gathered the courage to say it. And my heart failed me too much time.
The heart is a fragile thing. It can be molded, moulten, strengthen to the very limit. But it can easily be broken with beauty. Beauty that were expressed by you. Beauty in your eyes, your smile.
I know that you had many friends. Many companions to last a lifetime or two. Not enough space for me. But, deep down, i craved for a spot in your heart. Because you always have been in mine.
He was n’t a good man. He does n’t love you. Not the way i did. Never close. But i never had the guts to tell you that. Although whenever i tried, you never listened. You were mad in love. Just not with me.
When i received the invitation, i was devastated. Heart-broken. To the very limit and beyond if ever possible for my heart. I cried for days. But still managed a smile just for you. Even though the man beside you was not me.
Yet life still manage to find a way to break my heart even more. The cancellation overjoyed me. I saw a glimmer of hope. He betrays you. You come to me for comfort. I do my very best for you.
I nurtured you. Help you get up on your feet. Help you to forget him. But not with me. Never with me. I just want you to figure it out by yourself. I was stupid. I was naive. I should have just say it to you. The words that you wanted to hear from me. You are my heart. You are my soul. But you are not mine. Because of my mistake.
Within months, you found yourself another man. A man with courage to express the words for which I never expressed. I thought i had time. When you came to me with the news, you were expecting something. But as stupid as I am, I never did gave you what you want.
The second invitation came. I did n’t read it. Never could gather the courage. Not again. The move did n’t really help. The new air does n’t do much good to this mind. Because everywhere i see reminded me of you.
The sight of the pavement reminds me of our little stroll every Thursday evening in the park. The smell of lavender reminds me of your hair shampoo. I never could get you out of my mind. The hold you have on me is too strong. The knots are to tight for me to break.
I guess this was inevitable. I could not enjoy anything in life anymore. Not without hurting my self. Better to end it here. If this note came to you as an inconvenience, forgive me. I never could get the timing right.
I hope you are happy. I really do wish that for you. From the bottom of my heart. But if i may trouble you with one question. One last query before i bid you farewell. If I had been brave enough, if I had the courage to tell you that i loved you, would you love me back? Cause i think i know the answer
The heart is a fragile thing. It can be molded, moulten, strengthen to the very limit. But it can easily be broken with beauty. Beauty that were expressed by you. Beauty in your eyes, your smile.
I know that you had many friends. Many companions to last a lifetime or two. Not enough space for me. But, deep down, i craved for a spot in your heart. Because you always have been in mine.
He was n’t a good man. He does n’t love you. Not the way i did. Never close. But i never had the guts to tell you that. Although whenever i tried, you never listened. You were mad in love. Just not with me.
When i received the invitation, i was devastated. Heart-broken. To the very limit and beyond if ever possible for my heart. I cried for days. But still managed a smile just for you. Even though the man beside you was not me.
Yet life still manage to find a way to break my heart even more. The cancellation overjoyed me. I saw a glimmer of hope. He betrays you. You come to me for comfort. I do my very best for you.
I nurtured you. Help you get up on your feet. Help you to forget him. But not with me. Never with me. I just want you to figure it out by yourself. I was stupid. I was naive. I should have just say it to you. The words that you wanted to hear from me. You are my heart. You are my soul. But you are not mine. Because of my mistake.
Within months, you found yourself another man. A man with courage to express the words for which I never expressed. I thought i had time. When you came to me with the news, you were expecting something. But as stupid as I am, I never did gave you what you want.
The second invitation came. I did n’t read it. Never could gather the courage. Not again. The move did n’t really help. The new air does n’t do much good to this mind. Because everywhere i see reminded me of you.
The sight of the pavement reminds me of our little stroll every Thursday evening in the park. The smell of lavender reminds me of your hair shampoo. I never could get you out of my mind. The hold you have on me is too strong. The knots are to tight for me to break.
I guess this was inevitable. I could not enjoy anything in life anymore. Not without hurting my self. Better to end it here. If this note came to you as an inconvenience, forgive me. I never could get the timing right.
I hope you are happy. I really do wish that for you. From the bottom of my heart. But if i may trouble you with one question. One last query before i bid you farewell. If I had been brave enough, if I had the courage to tell you that i loved you, would you love me back? Cause i think i know the answer
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