Zean, the famous bintang of musik world came back with his Zeal (his guitar) and his famous UKK band after a live performance. He sat in front of a big mirror removing his make up. His ears were active with the chatter of his mates who were busy in talking about another band. He turned back with a big a smile as if he wanted to say something but he didn’t. he saw a small boy running and then he stood up and ran behind him he ran and ran and ran until he found himself surrounded oleh white light and some noise in which he could hear “so anda are Zean…. Haaahaaaaa look at him his….” Zean,, zean” he again came back to the world he lived in. “You are tired go sleep on bed”. He opened his eyes and found his Zeal sitting beside him and everyone looking with big big eyes with 100 pertanyaan in them. “no problem,,,, really no problem at all” Zean tried to play cool but he was not…his voice showed uncertainty. He looked and saw small tempat tidur with white sheets and a big bantal which seemed to be soft. “ sooooooo here” he was about to jump when he looked in the mirror and drowned in memories. He was going down and down until a small boy named Ilm came. He was the one who stays with them. He was nearly 13 years old Indian boy with big black eyes and black hairs which he kept back. As against to world he preferred wearing KURTA PAIJAMA. “hey whats up? How was the performance?” Zean asked with smile on his face. “ performance…. It was really great…” Ilm stands up copying Zean…but he didn’t hold up Zeal as he knew Zean will mind that. “ oh boy anda will become bintang one day” Zean berkata with that smile which always enlightens his face. “REALLY? Heeeeey yaaaaaaah…..:” Ilm berkata with happiness. “Ilm where are you? See heres your favorit candy… our fan sent them.. “ “ he is in profit just coz he lives with us… where is he?” “ gotta go” Ilm berkata with hurry and ran. And here Zean’s smile faded and he went in the OCEAN OF MEMOIES…
( in selanjutnya chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)
( in selanjutnya chapter I’ll reveal his past but for now how is it?)
All this pain just inside...I cannot let it go.... It hurts so bad...Seeing the one anda cinta in the arms of another.... Each night I cry myself to sleep,just hopeing the selanjutnya hari will be even beter...But these words always run through my mind..."You're going to die alone".. It repetes and repetes...Pain ... Oh how it hurts so... But what makes it worse...That someone that's with the one my cinta ...is my rival....Time has stopped to anda as your tears run down slowly on my cheek.... I've lost almost everyone in my life... It's even scary just trying to be myself....They say if anda keep your feelings jared up...you'll snap... That's haven't happened to me yet... And hope it will never will. Don't keep your feelings jared up... atau one hari you'll snap
"Now who's gonna take care of Mike!" Jane screamed at the puncak, atas of her voice. "Now how am I suppose to marry Dave! Now how am I suppose to become an archaeologist!" "Mike, marriage, archaeology?!" I said, confused. "Oh, I can't explain now! I just wish I listened to David." She sighed. "Don't beat yourself up. David has the gift, anda can still talk to him." She forced a smile. "Gift?" Dave whispered as he entered the room. "More like a curse." "David, i'm so sorry I didn't listen! But I just never thought-" "Save it." He butted in. "Everyone I've ever loved ends up dead. I should have seen it coming." "But anda did! anda tried to save my life and I was to stupid and selfish to care." "Janet." He sighed. "I don't think I can talk to anda anymore. Never again." She stared at him, her face appalled. "What are anda saying?!" "I'm saying seeing you, like this, it just, it just breaks my heart."
I loved to write songs. These beautiful poems of love, heartbreak, life and misery. I still do. Shame they'll never reach the world as I hoped.
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so cepat, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow anda take life's selanjutnya test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not bernyanyi loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. atau maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
But, life is life and death is well, death. I wish I could still play with Eyes Of The Wolf, my old band. I remember the lullaby I wrote for Jannet when she had nightmares.
'Prr, Prr
Of the Cat on the mat so peaceful
Cheep, Cheep
Of the Bird in the garden so alive
Neigh, Neigh
Of the Horse on the racecourse so cepat, swift
Woof, Woof
Of the Pup in the tulips so playful
But now please my dear Jannet rest
So tomorrow anda take life's selanjutnya test'
I still sing it to her every night. But she can't hear me now. Maybe i'm just not bernyanyi loud enough. Sometimes she hears me sing a few lines. I know because sometimes when I sing she'll start crying. I don't know why. Maybe she misses me. atau maybe I scare her. I don't know. The world is a very strange place
The leader, Miranda, looking like she stepped from a 17 magizine, as always.
This is a song inspired oleh Anastasia's Once Upon a December. Also, it's the main song for my novel-in-progress, Imaginary. It's a song in which one of the main characters sings to cheer her up when she's scared. And once I finally get the story diposting here, you'll actually see the depth and power and horror of the song.
Written oleh a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen malaikat always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken kupu-kupu with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Written oleh a friend of mine from school.
Midnight settles, darkness falls
Close your eyes and remember
Fallen malaikat always sing
Once upon a December
Blood is flowing and it's warm,
Life's nightmares are like a storm
Demons dancing gracefully
across my memory
Broken kupu-kupu with torn wings
The pain they will always remember
Fallen angels, I hear them sing
Once upon a December.
Scraping at the boughs,
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
Unknowns becomeths known,
Where shards break across my skin as my mind is shredded into nothing.
How did I get here?
How did I become this?
How do I get out?
Trapped inside a thousand mirrors,
Seeing so many façades,
Which one is me?
Carved up and bleeding,
Happy unconscious,
Pepped up to go?
Nails scratch into my brain,
As I pick apart memories,
For a clue.
An inkling.
An idea.
Lost!
I’m so lost!
Where do I fit in anymore?
Who am I?
And how did I wind up here?
I slammed the car door shut, and faced the school.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
"Have a good hari sweetie," Mom said, somewhat hopefully from the drivers seat. Just the words made me want to ball up and cry. She drove away, leaving me in the dust. I would not survive this day.
Not that I deserve to.
I clutched my buku to my chest, and tried to keep my eyes fixed on the ground. But I still felt their eyes on me.
"Bitch," they muttered.
"She deserves to die," others said. Didn't they know I want to? Didn't they know how much strength it took to keep breathing? And when I did, it was the everlasting pain that nearly brought me to my death. But I could only hope.
But they didn't know this. They just knew it was my fault. And it was. It was all my fault for what had happened.
And I'd live with this guilt till I die.
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Please let me know if I should continue this; I don't know if I should.
I need to find a name for my character. She is a twelve tahun old girl with short, kinda boyish blonde hair. She has a curious and Mischievous personality and a tomboyish attitude. She loves Music, she plays piano and gitar and can play the Saxaphone really well. She is also very good in school. She has green eyes and likes to draw and write. Her main flaw is when she makes mistakes she has trouble realising that she is only human, and humans make mistakes. I am trying to find a good name but I am having a lot of trouble. Please help!
