Silence ain't golden

It was quiet. Very quiet. The kind of quietness that make you feel weird. The kind of quiet that is more than just quiet. The kind of quiet that makes you feel… wrong. I wished it didn’t exist. The sun was shining, in fact, grilling the whole earth. I could have bet that if you were on the other side of earth, you could still feel its heat. I walked. I was not alone, but I felt that the world had suddenly changed. I noticed it right after I stepped out of the house. Nobody was talking. Those who were walking just walked. Walked as in just walked. They didn’t talk to each other, nor listen to music. They just walked. That was not what normal people would do. They wouldn’t just… walk. Even the dogs just walk. I felt the air behind me move, but I dare not stop to see what was behind me. I continued walking. I felt so scared I thought my ribcage would explode. I breathed in and increased my speed. A cloud covered the sun the whole area became slightly darker. I shivered. Something knocked my head from behind. I blacked out.

I didn't have any idea what i was writing about. i just felt the need to write it.

Yume

I had a dream once, a very beautiful dream. I had a time machine, and I decided to go back into the past and show one of my ancestors what the future was like. I went back into time and brought him to a town in 2008. I told him some things about 2008 and told him things to be scared of and things that he need not fear.

At night, I brought him out for dinner, showing him how food taste likes now. I didn’t eat much myself, for I was too busy observing his reactions. He ate them and, unlike what I expected, commented that it was not as tasty as the food was back at home. I was shocked. Why would a person from the past say that our food was not nice? They didn’t have much spices back then, they didn’t have much salt back then. Why? He merely commented that there was no hard work found in the food. That was so not true. I told him about how hard it was to earn money and how hard it was to afford such food. He smiled and said that something bought would never taste as good as something you planted yourself. I disagreed, but said nothing.

I brought him out onto the streets, showing him the wonderful street lamps we have that helped save so many people’s lives. He pointed to the sky. “There are no stars to guild us,” he said. Are people from the past so helpless? I wanted to prove to him that the present was so much better than the past.

I showed him how cars help us so much in our daily lives. “You cannot interact with the car like how we can with horses,” he said.

I shoke my head and showed him the television. He said, “what is the point of looking at what you cannot experience personally? Live is much better if you spend your time happily instead of looking at others arguing.” I sighed. He was hopeless. He smiled and politely said that he wanted to go home.

I brought him home, totally defeated by his many excuses. Just as I was about to leave him, he turned around and said, “let me show you how life should be.”

The next day, he wanted me to help him plant his crops. It was really hard work, but by the end of the day, things changed. Even though the rice was plain and tasteless, it seemed to me that it was the nicest thing on earth.

Then, at night, he showed me the stars. A sky full of stars, was nothing like what you could imagine. It was not tiny bulbs hanging in the sky, but thousands of different lights, each bearing a different meaning. I could not believe my eyes.

The next day, he showed me a horse. It looked plain to me, an ugly, dirty horse, but he proofed to me that it was not just a stupid animal, but a loyal horse. When it pulled the cart, I could see its whole body straining. It did not complain, it did not resist, and it did its best. He showed me how bad a horse can behave when badly taken care of. A car would be easier to use, for there was no need to take care of it like how you take care of the horse. But it was different. It was different.

Then, the day after that, he brought me to the forest. Helping me climb a tree, he explained to me how still I should be when I was waiting. We sat in the tree and waited. Mosquitoes and other inset buzzed around us, but I did not move, for I did not want him to think that people from the future were wimps. It was a long wait. Then suddenly, a bush rustled. I was so startled I wanted to scream, but he grabbed my hand and reminded me what he had just told me. I sat still. A doe with its fawn appeared. The way the fawn took care of the fawn and the way the fawn reacted was just so unimaginable. It was something no documentary on earth could ever capture. Perhaps it was because of the buzzing mosquitoes, perhaps it was the fast that there was hardly any such scenes left on earth in 2008 since so many forests were destroyed.

I woke up as another person.

Note: Yume means dream in Japanese

The Extinction of the Peacemakers

tomorrow is my birthday, and i thought i'll write myself a piece. it is not really relevant, but it is the only thing that came to my mind.

“We are peacemakers, Shannon, we don’t fight,” spoke an elderly mouse.

“I don’t get it! We get chased out of our own home that we spent so much effort to build and we can’t do anything about it! What are we? Wimps that run away from battle?” spat the young mouse, probably too young to even know what was going on.

“We are not wimps. We are merely peacemakers. They must have their own reasons for chasing us out of our own home. You are blinded by rage, little mouse.”

“They think that we are dirty. They think that we make them sick. They think that we are… rats.”

“There is a misunderstanding here. And they often lead to unnecessary conflict and war.”

“I don’t care about misunderstanding and war. I say we stand and fight.”

“You still do not understand. We fought a war with the humans so long ago, and we lost so terribly that our species is almost wiped out. The humans probably don’t remember this, considering how bad their memory is, but I am sure they are unconsciously preparing for another battle with us. Instinct, I call it,” explained the elderly mouse, still patient with the tiny mouse.

“If you’re too scared to fight, so be it! I’ll go gather the mouse and fight. Just give me the permission. You won’t even realize that there is war going on.”

“Shannon, like I’ve said, we are peacemakers. Fighting war is not the way we solve problems.”

“I DON’T CARE! THIS IS THE ONLY WAY! I’M SICK OF RUNNING AROUND!” Shannon yowled, before stomping out of the chamber.

The old mouse shook his head and waited for some report about a mouse recruiting warriors. No doubt. After about fifteen minutes, his butler marched in.

“Greybeard, Shannon is…”

“Say no more, I know what he is doing. You have my permission to stop any warrior from following him.”

“Greybeard… actually… I don’t think we can go on escaping. Perhaps it is time to counter attack. After all, nearly a quarter of our mice have been slain in the previous attack from the humans…”

“That is precisely why we are moving. We only have three quarters of the mice we had.”

“But Greybeard… our population is decreasing rapidly. We can’t go on like this…”

“FINE. DO WHAT YOU LIKE. YOU ALL JUST DON’T UNDERSTAND THE SITUATION WE ARE IN.”

Then after a few seconds of silence, after Greybeard cooled down, “Sorry, but I still don’t think it is the right thing to do. I don’t think I have the right to stop you all now. No matter what I do, you all won’t listen.”

Greybeard stood up from where he was lying and hobbled out of the chamber and the mouse burrow.

A week after Greybeard’s departure, Shannon was using the burrow that the old wise mouse had used from so long.

“Shannon, it is time for you speech,” the butler informed him.

“Yes, indeed.”

He made his way to the speech chamber, where about ten thousand mice all over the world have gathered.

“Fellow mice from all over the world, I thank you for gathering here today. As you might have heard, Greybeard has left the mice community. It is terrible to lose such a talent mouse, but at the same time, I want all of you to understand that it is time for us to fight back.”

He paused a while, letting the roar from the crowd die down.

“I am sure you have enough torture from the humans. We will show them that we are not the one to bully. We will show them who the boss is! Now, I declare that A WAR WITH THE HUMANS HAS STARTED!”

There was more cheer from the crowd and Shannon felt a surge of pride.

Somewhere in the crowd, an old mouse shook his head as he watched the mice march towards extinction.

A mouse lay limped, in the middle of the road. There was no blood, there was no broken bone, but the mouse did not move. His eyes that were shiny before just stared blankly before him. He did not blink. His legs were not bent; they hung lifelessly from his body. His tail was a bit squashed, caused by careless humans who stepped on it.

“Hey Lester! Look what I found!” a little girl called out to her brother.

“Ewww! That is disgusting! Leave it alone. It might be carrying some disease, you know,” her brother said.

“Yeah, rats are disgusting.”

Story of Stuff

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New year, new school

Alright. 2008 has came faster that I expected. I can still remember the first day of school last year when my english teacher, who has a reputation for being very fierce, came in. I experienced something i never did before. the whole class was totally quiet. it was pretty creepy. but we got to know him better and i found out that he was quite a nice guy. today wasn't so bad too. i'm 13 this year, so i'm in sec 1. yes, i'm going to a new school. my school is one of the top schools in singapore, but the first day wasn't as bad as i expected. we played some icebraking game, got some boring lectures from my form teacher. i made some friends, but i can't remember any of their names now. i heard that it is going to be stressful later on, so wish me good luck. :D

An Old Wolf

Alright! Finally i got myself to write something that satisfies myself. I stayed up late just to write this piece, fearing that once I went to sleep i would forget about it. And here it is, after so long.

Jake was chasing after a wolf. An old performing wolf with less than a year left in it. He was amazed when he found out that the wolf could run so fast. All its life it worked so hard in the circus, and finally it would close those tired, old eyes for the last time and get the rest he deserves. That old wolf was the only companion Jake ever had. When he heard that the circus master was going to get rid of the old pack of performing wolves, he was devastated and tried his best to persuade them to let him, at least, keep that old wolf. They agreed, but even so, Jake would not be able to spend more than a year with it. At least, he thought, at least it could get a decent life before its death.

However, a decent life with Jake was not what the old wolf sought. It wanted neither adventure nor peace. All it wanted was its mate, another wolf that would be brought to a zoo. The old wolf was traveling at a speed no animal of his age could, even faster than the speed he had ran when he was still young. It did not know where it was going, nor where its mate was, but it believe that as long as it kept running, it would, one day, meet its mate. Perhaps by chance, or perhaps by instinct, its legs brought it to a lorry, where a few zookeepers were transporting the pack

Jake reached, seconds later, panting.

“Where is the old she wolf?” he asked, barely able to catch his breath.

“Ah, that one! She was so problematic. Struggling so hard at that age. She is gone now, resting the old bones of hers. Must have used the last of her breath struggling.”

There was no sad howl when the old wolf left. It just left, with its head hanging. Without noticing it, Jake followed the old wolf. They stopped at the seaside, the wolf’s favorite hide out, where Jake sat down. It placed its head on his lap the way he usually do, and closed its ancient eyes. Jake was left alone with his tears and overpowering sense of loneliness as the old canine departed without a struggle, still in search for its mate.

A wolf was running, again. Its legs were running, and its fur was flying. With a youthful spirit and a strong heart, it believed that as long as it kept running, it would, someday, meet its mate. Quite unknown to it, it left someone, whose love for it was so great, suffering in silence.

Disappointed

I'm rather disappointed recently, for I am unable to produce any piece that I am satisfied with. Many ideas have come and gone, mostly for long stories. I have given up any hope for developments for long stories, for the past 4 long stories that I have written did not reach any where, and I do not think they ever will end. This is the 5th one, and I have not thought of any titles for it, but here is what i have written so far. Not that I actually expect this story to end, but i really cannot write any short ones recently for reasons unknown to even myself. This one lacked many things, to me, that is. It lacks descriptions, is rather confusing and misleading to me. I will be making changes soon. Bare with it.

“Where am I?” Jake muttered to himself as he sat up.

“Nowhere,” replied something that looked rather similar to a wolf, but stronger, and larger.

Its coat was blood red, and its fangs were larger and sharper than a normal fang. Its size was similar to that of a horse.

Instead of being frightened by the beast, Jake growled, “It doesn’t make sense at all.”

“It is not supposed to.”

“What are you?”

“Something.”

“That doesn’t make sense either.”

“Stop asking ridiculous answers, will you?”

“Then give me a proper answer!” Jake bellowed.

He felt irritated by the “something”.

“If you ask a proper question, I will give you a proper answer,” the beast seemed to be totally relaxed, and that irritated Jake.

They sat there in silence for a while, and then Jake began to understand the situation.

“I want to go home!” he began whimpering.

“Quiet.”

“I WANT TO GO HOME!”

The beast suddenly stood up and growled at the bush.

“Warfire, you are befriending a human again,” another beast, similar to Warfire, emerged from the bush.

This creature’s coat was pure white, without a single marking on it.

“Snowclaw!” hissed Warfire, “what do you want?”

“That human with you, is suppose to be an offering.”

“I don’t care. I am sick of it, offering after offering. Why don’t we just launch an attack on the other party? I don’t want to be bossed around anymore!”

“That will start a war! We are the Peacemakers! We are supposed to avoid war at all cost!”

“You are so naïve if you believe that good will actually win evil. That is in stories, stories! Fight poison with poison, good will never win evil. We are far stronger that those cat like creatures. We can win the war!”

“That is so not true!” growled Snowclaw.

Another creature, one slightly larger that Warfire, pounced out from the bush and pinned Jake to the ground.

“Offering,” it spoke.

Jake was sick of being so helpless around those creatures and being treating like nothing but a mere turkey, ready to be slaughtered and served as a meal.

“I AM NOT AN OFFERING!” he yelled.

For a moment, all the wolves’ eyes seemed to be fixed at something distant, and they spoke together.

“Not an offering…”

Jake was rather satisfied with himself when he felt energy being drained from him rapidly.

“Stop, stop STOP!” he pleaded in pain and desperation.

The feeling just stopped. The wolves returned to the way they were before he said that he was not an offering. A second later, all of them collapsed.