Haven't been writing much here because I've been concentrating on "Lucifer" at

http://www.wolf-lucifer.blogspot.com

So here's a poem i wrote for "Lucifer"

In the shadows of the night,
A single wolf roamed.
Small and weak he was,
Trembling like a newborn puppy.
His eyes was filled with fear,
His tail and head drooped.
Others laughed at him,

But he followed his foolish dream.
Through the forests,
Across the mountains,
He entered the realms even the bravest didn’t dare.
The kingdom in which the monsters thrived,
The empire which the tainted dogs live.
The universe which the humans created.

When he entered, his coat was clean
Out he came, various scars he bore.
His eyes had no fear,
Only confidence and pride,
Both head and tail held high,
Strong and mighty he was.

Yesterday I went to the library to study with two friends (Shall call them L and KY). At 12pm we went out to eat. Then KY said that her friend, some guy named Peter, would be coming to join us to study. After a while she said that she was going to meet him at the control station at 1 pm. Then after a while she got some more calls from the guy and his friends. Then she said that Peter was not coming any more. We went back to the library. She received a few messages, then at 2pm she said she was going to the control to meet that guy. So L and I stayed at the library to study. She was gone for a long time. Really long. At 4pm she called and said that she had something to do and won't be back some time soon and we could leave her stuff at the library and go home if we wanted to. But it was really weird to just leave her stuff there and leave like that so we continued studying for a while. Then at 5pm she called L to ask if we were still in the library. Then she told us to bring her stuff back with us and that she won't be meeting me tomorrow (that is, today). L said that her tone was really serious and her background sounded as if she was at the police station. That really make me freak out. But all that we could do was to go home. When i got home i chatted with one of my friend about what might have happen (my friend even suspected kidnap)

She ignored all calls and never replied messages. Then FINALLY she replied on of my friend. "I got arrested by the police for trespassing" she said. Then she refused to tell us any more details.

I'm really glad she's not really in very bad trouble (though she did say that she's screwed and grounded)

It's kinda weird how the relationship between me and my brother become. We live under the same roof, in the same room, and our school is affiliated and the only thing that separate our school is a road. Yet I hardly talk to him. I still don't get it. We use to play and fight just like any other siblings in the world and now we hardly talk to each other. I can't even remember when this started. It's weird, and I don't think I know what to do about it.

Lucifer, a rewrite of "Kiba"

The story is somewhat similar, but I changed the focus. Kinda short, but i dont think the length really affects how good a story is.
I picked up the pen and froze for several minutes. Then I stood up, staring at the view beyond the window. I not know what to write. The mental block was there again. It was an annoying condition that visits me every now and then. In frustration, I hurled the pen across the room. Then I heard something – a clear, loud, bay. I picked up the pen, and a long forgotten tale unfolded on the paper… …
I was heading home that day, with a particularly heavy heart. I failed another test when most of my classmates got nearly perfect scores. I was reluctant to go home. I could already hear my mother’s voice, one that was scolding me for not doing well enough. I had been an obedient child. I did study, but it’s just that I didn’t do well. My parents will never understand that. Sometimes, I too wonder why. But that was the truth, and nothing can change it.
To buy sometime, I went for a walk in the park. Unexpectedly, something caught my attention – a dog. Perhaps it was a wolf, since it looked very much like one, but I considered it a dog as no one on earth would expect to find a wolf in the middle of a well developed human civilization. When I took a closer look at the dog, I realized that its fur was really beautiful. Its fur was really white, and it glowed in an amazing way. When it gave a passing butterfly a friendly snap, it exposed its long, sharp fang. Considering its blood red eyes, it gave the impression of the devil, Lucifer. But the dog was friendly, and it came towards me so close I could read from the tag on its color “Lucifer, Male.” The playful dog nudged me with his nose, and soon after, we were having a lot of fun. Gradually, I realized that I had to head home, and so I left Lucifer staring at my disappearing figure.
Many times I returned to the park, and each time I found Lucifer waiting for me. It gradually became a habit, but it had a bad effect. With lesser time to study, my grades gradually began to drop. But I was happy, really happy.
Then one day, the happiness vanished.
I was on my way to the park, when a gang of bullies saw me and demanded for money. Unable to produce what they wanted, I was punished with kicks and punches. At that moment, I heard a familiar growl. I heard someone scream, heard the bullies’ footsteps and saw Lucifer chase after them. I began to lose conscious. I heard a car screech. Something collided with it.
I woke up in the hospital, with anxious faces around me. They told me that the bullies were chased by a policeman. They said the bullies nearly collided with the car. They said no one was hurt. I believe otherwise.

It started to rain.

Lucifer never returned to the park.

Departure

Right, so i wrote a piece. I'm not 100% satisfied.

He was in the mountains, seeking solitude. The mountains were feared, and seldom disturbed. Many went in and never returned. But he was different. Unlike the others, he was not clumsy, and was far stronger than all of the villagers. For that reason he was never fully accepted into the society. For that reason he sought solitude in the mountains. He was challenging the mountains, daring them to consume him. He felt no fear, for he had nothing to lose. Perhaps if he returned from the mountains he would be regarded a hero, but the people were cruel. They do not accept those different from the majority.
In one hand he had a spear, in the other, he held a torch. He brought neither food nor water with him, the reason was unknown. He made his way through the mountains, and arrived at a stream. It was tiny, but vital. All great rivers start out as small streams, just like humans. Every warrior starts off as a baby, gradually growing. Without that stream, a river would shrink. Every tiny thing was important. There was little vegetation around the stream, and it enhanced how lonely the puny stream was. No animals were visiting, no bugs, and no reptiles. He wanted to accompany the stream to the place where it would no longer be isolated.
So he set off again, walking along the stream. Gradually it grew, it became wider, deeper. Its pace became faster, and he was no longer able to keep up with it. The water ran, throwing itself forward, away from the lonely place. It arrived at its destination. And so the water leaves its source eagerly, like a bird leaving for south, but never to return.
He was like the water, leaving his home to a place where seclusion was fantasy.

My school has this sec 2 creative program and i'll be REALLY REALLY happy if i get into it. it is considered a project work, and how well you do will be counted into the end of year score (that's the sad part). But the good thing is you'll get 9 months working with an experienced (and maybe professional) write. Your work may even be published! I'll start writing more soon, but i still have to study for the end of year exams first. After all, if i don't get to sec 2 then there'll be no project what so ever.

Made a "You Should be Studying" desktop wallpaper with the help of a photoshop tutorial.