My unfinished English assignment (ch.2)

Chapter Two:

Trina had been happy to find Ryan. She had been rescued by him; she could still recall. Or rather, she could still remember the little she had always known from that night. It had been a stormy winter when she had decided to run away. She had craved to find those who wanted and needed her, for she could not ignore the loneliness any longer. One night, she collapsed from exhaustion due to her long journeying and malnourishment. After that was the dream which she had always been having when her grief became too unbearable. It mostly involved endless seas, never-seen creatures and winding pathways, and her not finding an escape while a deep voice kept on calling her name.

Upon waking up, she was lying on a bed right where she started, finding a sort of stone on her lap. It was peculiarly shaped, something similar to a hazel nut yet with rectangular corners, five circles and an eye located in the middle. It was then that she saw a scar of exactly the same shape on her left shoulder. On that same afternoon, Ryan arrived, and soon thereafter, both of them became very fond of each other.
Unlike her, he had known his parents and had a past, although she still could not fathom why they had left him. He did not like talking about this much, so Trina never dredged up the topic.
The only thing she knew was that he had never told her who his parents were and that he disliked his last name above of all.

Because of this, she was curious as to why Pendek seemed to know much about his past.
She wanted to know more – and on top of all, she wanted to know whether this minuscule man had the key to unlock hers.

My unfinished English assignment (ch. 1)

Chapter one:

It was a hot summer morning in June, the fiery orange sun barely visible from the horizon as the train stood to a halt at the platform just in time for sunrise.
“Ry! We’re here,” a frolicking girl exclaimed, her happy high-pitched voice resonating in the empty wagon as she gently shook a boy’s broad shoulders to wake him up. After a few shakes, the young teenager beside her finally stirred, sheepishly smiling at the girl upon opening his left green and right blue eye.
“What? We have to go!” she repeated impatiently, this time tugging at his sweatshirt while grabbing her black bag with her other hand.
The boy, still in mid-trance, slowly stood up and yawned, stretching his arms upward as he attempted to reach the luggage overhead many times.
Just as he was about to succeed, he heard heavy, sluggish footsteps behind him.
Thud. Thud. Thud. What on earth was that? Thud. Thud. Thud. “I think it’s approaching!” he thought to himself in fright, noticing the now trembling floor and flickering lights. He instinctively took Trina’s brittle hand and hurried toward the train doors when suddenly, his left foot slipped on a banana peel lying on the corridor, stumbling backward as he fell hard against the ground. Pitch darkness came into sight.

“Ry? RY!”
Ryan woke up with a start upon hearing that familiar bubbly voice, quickly sitting upright as he felt excitement rushing through his veins at the thought of their new home together.
He gazed around. The excitement diminished: he had forgotten what had happened just now, and to top it all, he was apparently still in the train, heading to who-knew-where.
“Ry! You’re awake! Thank God, I was starting to worry!” Trina stated.
“I’m sorry we weren’t able to carry you out onto the platform… good thing I was able to catch you, though.”
“We? Who is “we”?” he thought, baffled.
“Actually, we tried at first, but then I had trouble breathing, and you know my left hand is sort of fractured… so we left it at that.”
All of a sudden, a deep hoarse voice interrupted the girl.
“Mr. Richards, was it? Forgive me for not introducing myself any earlier. I think I may have given you such a scare with my heavy feet…”

The teenager was startled as he wondered how someone could have known the last name he had been concealing for so long. Trying to figure out whose voice it could be, he turned his head from left to right, his eyes squinting as he did. Finally, he spotted him: there at his foot sat a slim, miniature-sized man barely as tall as his hand, his frog-like feet several times larger and wider than any other part of his body; the tangled hair on his ovular head long, his big eyes squared and his mouth hidden by a bushy moustache. His hairy body reminded Ryan of a cloud of pollen – just that it had limbs.
“… and if it were not for this adorable girl, I would indeed have been squashed by your falling mass of body… albeit you may have probably felt the wrath of my sharp iron shoes prickling your back…and not to mention---”
“Excuse me, not to be rude or anything, but what and who exactly are you? And why do you know me?” he inquired, angered, emphasizing the latter question.
Trina seemed to be surprised at his reaction. She then answered: “His name is Pendek.”
“Pendek?”

This time, the small man replied. “Indeed so; I’m called Pendek the Gnardak and I wish to warn you for the Eye of Truth has spoken: “Thou hast not been seeking glee, yet thou will find; for mercy abounds and a pure valiant heart thou have. I warn thee: do not astray. Temptations thou will confront, yet thou shall prove who thou truly are. Rewards of any kind shall come to those who endure, yet condemnation awaits those who fall.””
Dumbfounded by these words, Ryan glanced at Trina and then picked Pendek up with his index finger and his thumb.
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It means, Mr. Richards, that you shall look into your heart and that you shall then understand – and that both of you shall come with me.”



 P.S: I don´t know what the ending should be! Any ideas?

Eyeing the I

Is it possible for something you love so much, something you really aspire for, to wound your heart irrevocably and deeply?

I´m not sure what has gotten into me, but I know that something is just not right.

I´ve been feeling pretty peculiar lately and I just don´t know why.

Ever since the start of this new year, I´ve been, as everyone else, trying my best to reach the goals my heart intensely craves for, destinations which somehow would render my existence here not only shimmer, but more importantly, meaning.

And somehow, for some unknown reason, fate just keeps on mocking me.

I know everything happens for a reason and that later, I´ll probably regret even thinking such self-absorbed things like these, but the nagging worries which have been seeping in overlappingly don´t seem to cease and well, I´m guessing that this post is probably the climax of these preoccupations.

I´m the youngest in the family, and those of you who also are will in all likelihood understand the advantages as well as the disadvantages of being the "little one":

people just don´t take you seriously and whatever you may do, you can just forget it and get another life.

For me? Everything´s going downhill, despite of the countless efforts I exert everyday. I keep on telling myself that it´ll be alright and that things are bound to find their proper place, but I´m getting tired of hearing the monotonous sound of my voice always claiming things which for some absurd reason, don´t happen at all.

Just like everyone, I have my very own dreams; dreams which I´d die happily with as long as they´re achieved.

That´s just like me (and you); I dream. I imagine. I pine, eventually stumbling into a surreal illusion I strive hard to realize.

Bittersweet reality, though, proves me otherwise, always disclosing the cracks and blemishes of my infeasible plans. Yet the worst part is that I KNOW that they´re not infeasible, but rather the fact that I´m not given the chance to make them happen.

It´s just like watching TV, seeing those oh-so-perfect people while also wanting the same, when suddenly you think twice and remember that it´s all just like some kind of charade; an outer facade which deceivingly conceals the errors, the cracks and imperfections lying underneath the tons of make-up they consumed to achieve so-called "perfection".

I have the feeling that my dreams are comparable to this, a mere deceitful charade; a state of mind which remains far-fetched.

I´m tired of being so chained, my freedom being deprived by people who are equally chained but who just don´t want to see reality for what it is, the circle of slavery we all are caught into... because for whatever reason, humans are too blind to acknowledge that life is dull regardless of the infinite beauties, both natural and artificial, it may possess.

...I´m scared of turning my head around and confronting reality face-to-face, admitting the fact that I´ll never complete my dreams.

I like to sugarcoat it as optimism, yet because of the world, I´m obliged to call it naïvite.

Or maybe it´s just me.

Maybe I´m too conceited.

Maybe I think the world revolves around me.

Maybe I think too much.

Or maybe I´m just starving.

Either way, I feel terrible.

And this means that I can forget my diet once again...

and that I probably won´t be enjoying the gift given to me from above.

Anyway, good night to you all.

RENEE

P.S: No, I´m not depressed and I´m not emo. I just have my issues, that´s all.

Worth The Listen

I´ve decided to initiate some sort of weekly ritual here at Squiggly Scrawls. I´m probably not the first one who has thought of doing something like this, but I¨ll do it anyway... for the sake of someone out there.
Besides, it will also help me stop neglecting my blog by posting simple, short posts every single time I´m addicted to a song...so that would be pretty much always.

Soooo, this is the moment you have all been waiting for...
here is the one...
the lamest...
and the most tasteless...
*drum roll*

Worth the Listen List !

For starters, I would like to show you my for now personal favorite song by Stars, a Canadian pop-indie rock band. This song just drives me high.
Sexy voices, a composite of several soothing instruments (e-pianos, harmonicas?, drums, cellos...) playing in the background, possibly relatable lyrics and a lovely duet, this song definitely makes it to my top 5 of the week and even month.

"Your Ex-Lover is Dead" is a calm, relaxing song perfectly suitable for whenever you just feel like kicking back from all the stress, leaving your pumps and skirts in an unused corner, letting your boss´s /teacher´s ass wait a bit longer, while you pamper yourself with this catchy melody resonating in your ears, reading your favorite corny romance book and drinking a delicious frappuccino.

This is definitely a song that you just haaave to add to your worth the listen list:



It´s already driving me high,
Renee.