Book Review -- Omega Place

Not much things to write about recently. Most of the time i write things related to books i have read recently, but I've been reading books which i can't really write anything related to it, so i thought i might do a book review.

This book is similar to George Orwell's "1984". It's about the squad, called Omega Place, attempting to make the public aware about the fact that there are too many cameras around and they should do something about it. One thing i like about the book is that in the end, nothing was really done about the cameras. The squad of seven was destroyed, their leader and one of their members killed, two other captured. Not really sad ending, but still, it's not what i expected. Throughout the story they have been trying to change that, but in the end nothing is achieved. Normally their action would have some impact or something. it's something like 1984, when in the end Smith was killed.

Woo hoo. In an IQ test i scored 137 :D getting 25/30 correct answers. Yeah, not perfect score, but who cares? Hey, i'm half asleep now. I woke up at 7 and now its 00.22

The World

Not sure if this can be classified as a poem. It's kinda like a conversation between two people or a mental struggle. Never quite considered it finished. At the moment when I was thinking about the last two lines the dogs next door started barking. A bit similar to a scene in "the Green Fool".

The world is dying.
Everyone knows that
But no one’s responding!
That, is too bad.
We must do something,
Not now, we’re busy
But the world is crying!
Now, don’t make me feel uneasy.

Hunter

I was bored. Sometimes i don't think much when i write. This is a short one, a really short and simple one.


A wolf was running through the forest. It sped past the hunter at lightning speed. For a moment, the hunter was dazed. Then, he raised his gun and aimed. The first shot missed, and the wolf continued running, trying its best to escape from the hunter. The hunter sprinted to another location, where he could easily spot the wolf. The hunter raised his gun again. He waited. There was no movement. He waited some more. Hunting was a game of patience. The bushes rustled, and the hunter aimed at it. He did not fire, for he didn’t know whether it was the wolf or not. He continued waiting. In less than a split second the wolf pounced out from the bush and hurried away from the hunter. The hunter kept calm. He aimed, and fired a shot. One bullet, straight through the pelt.

The wolf fell.

Night

The setting is in my school. It's pretty weird, but i felt that i had to write.


Shira was still in her classroom at seven in the evening. She hid her bag under the teacher’s table, so it was impossible for any one to spot it outside. Then, carefully, she lifted her head and peeked out of the window. No one, they did not know that she was still in school. She stood up exited the classroom. Cautiously, she ran across the fourth level, past the music rooms to a secluded corner which no one visited. There, she stayed until everyone left the school. The security guard closed and gate and returned home. Quietly, after a long time, she stood up and stretched. She looked at her watch, and hurried towards the side of the field. There, she would meet her friends. No, they were not humans. It would be too obvious for so many people to hide in school. They were creature, awesome creatures that only appeared at night.
Gradually, the creatures appeared. They were magnificent creatures. Some took the forms of creatures that existed on Earth, like wolves, tigers and lions, others, who are more abstract, took the forms of imaginary ones, not only unicorns or dragons, but also creatures that no one ever thought of. Spirits, she would have called them, but those creatures called themselves Shadows. She met those creatures for the first time a week ago, when she stayed back in school to see what the school looked like under the moonlight. Ever since that night she would stay back to peek at the Shadows.
Shira laid down on her stomach and raised her head and counted the number of Shadows that night. One, two, three, four… … there were only thirteen Shadows. Just a week ago there had been more than fifty of them. Without making any obvious movements, Shira laid down again. The Shadows were talking.
“Where are the rest?” one of them asked.
“Gone. They sensed human presence nearby and didn’t want to be caught.”
Shira froze. Was it her presence that they sensed.
“Wimps.”
“Clever, I would say. If I’m younger I would have gone too, but I can’t now, being so old.”
“Quiet! I hear something!”
Shira couldn’t see, but she swore she felt the Shadow’s eyes staring in her direction. For what seemed like a thousand years, Shira waited. But there was no sound. Slowly, she peeked at the field. The Shadows were gone, because a security guard was patrolling with his torch.

Jokes

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Frost

The old man leaned heavily against his walking stick as he unhurriedly walked along the cement road. He was in the midst of the developed civilization, and the live pace here was faster, a lot faster than it had been thirty years ago. He had been walking for a long time, longer than what he could remember. He was lost. He turned to a young woman and asked her how he could go home. She shook her head and hastily walked away. He attempted to ask someone else, but he got no answer. Reluctantly, the old man continued walking.
The sky darkened and it began to rain. Icy cold droplets of water pelted on the old man’s shoulders and drenched his clothes. With every strike, the old man slowed down, but there was no one around to see the fatigue in his eyes. The rain never seemed to become smaller. For a moment the old man saw stars, then the next thing he knew he was on the grounds, panting breathlessly.
From far he saw a beautiful sports car approaching. He raised his hand and waved to get the driver’s attention. But the car just sped past, splashing mud on the old man. He sat up and leaned against the lamp post nearby. Across the street, he saw a little girl point to him. Perhaps help was on its way, he thought. But the girl’s mother held the little girl by her hand and pulled her into the building. “Ah, innocent little angel, the world is tinted and it wouldn’t be long before you, the purest of all things, become tinted too,” he said to the girl, but no one heard him. No one paid attention to what an insignificant man had said, for he was not a politician. They would not gain anything from listening to him.
“Perhaps you can slow down to help me?” he said to everyone that passed by, but, again, no one cared.
He sat there for a long time, wondering what would happen in the future. With every passing second, the rain seemed to get colder. When he was a little boy, he would just need to cry and someone would take him by his hand and lead him to the police station, where he would be brought home. But now age had caught up with him, and tears could not come out. Even if they did, no one would respond.
He laughed while panting and wanted to say, “I think the world just got colder,” but no words came out.