SCREW SCRATCHED. MALAS WANT TO WRITE. SAME GOES WITH EPIPHANY.

Scratched: Chapter 4

Justin

2.57 a.m.
Saturday
Sea of skulls

Amazing. There were at least 80 heads. All perfectly taken cared of. Us falling through the floor had messed up the original arrangement. Not that Duke or Claire cared, they were busy making out at the corner. Some were broken, others shattered. Hope the owner doesn't bite! Haha... cryptic.

I decided whist lovebirds decided to build their nest in the dingy atmosphere, I'll scout the vicinity. A sudden excitement had overtaken my endocrine system, I am an cockpit running automatic on adrenaline.

The basement, was a basic one. Rectangular, never heard of a mop, broom or soap, desperately needed a bath and a paint job.

The skulls have been arranged in a system. It was not according to anything physical, like size, instead, all were in circles. Some 7, 8... there were even 2 facing each other. No mathematics controlled the formations, it was random. Yet, all circles of skulls were spaced half a foot away from each other. Creepy but thought provoking.

Something caught my eye, as I picked up a skull, and asked Duke if I could take it home. He grunted, again. Talk about PMS-ish guys. Plus, he's a jock. What was that... the faint scratches on the walls...fingernail? Stuck in a crevasse in the wall, a fingernail stood erect. There were names on the wall, again, a formation, names in circles... Andre, Jillian, Jennifer, Mark... all in one circle. Penny and Thomas faced each other.

The names went on and on, every skull on the floor was accounted for on the walls... Some names were scratched, some untouched. Queer. The numbers didn't match, even if tried upside down or right side up. Faint sobs pricked my conscience. Claire was crying in Duke's arms. Poor dear, she had been going through so much, and Duke isn't the easiest guy to be with. I make my way over to her, thinking of all the good times we have together during Further Maths tutorials. Stealing pizzas into the library, hiding Duke's shorts while he was in the shower, taking photographs of Duke sleeping during philosophy classes....

EYES. They were eyes, that was what Claire was looking so intently at. Eyes.

Scratched: Chapter 3

Duke

No clue of time
Basement of Skulls

Claire, kept saying that she'd rather walk home tonight. Dang it. Maybe I should have.

Pain, why do I feel pain on my arm... Claire's fingernails. Why do they have to be so long? Ouch.
I carefully remove her hands, then she clutches harder. She's staring at something I can't see.

To be continued...

Rants II

I want Oscar Wilde. Anyone wanna go shopping?

*****

Brevity is the soul of wit, said Polonius. Pfft.
More matter with less art, said Gertrude. Go woman!

*****

D.H. Lawrence likes Dr Freud. I mean his studies.

*****

That woman is a good woman.

Lady Windermere's Fan

*****

Attending Virginia Woolf, requires patience.

*****
I lost my Deaver.

"Can I make your stay any better? " I asked, kindly. I have made myself a little more available than just a simple friend.

She, propped her feet onto my lap, leaned back and sank into a bed of pillows. I didn't seem to mind, after all, I have made myself just a little more available.

"Nice necklace. Where did you get it from?" she asked, casually.
I answered, " It's an inheritance."
"No way, it looks similar to the ones you find in bazaars."
I looked at her, slightly shocked and stood my defense. " It was my great grandmother's."
"Maybe she got it from a gypsy. You know those cheap ones, selling fortune on the streets. Women those days, so gullible. Heck, they still exist today." She eyed me, knowingly.

It was involuntary, and happened so fast, I didn't realize I did it, until she walked away, that I had flung my hot cup of tea on her face.

I heard no wails or screams but I was sure my act had left a scar.

I hugged myself, inwardly protesting the eager flow of tears, clutching my necklace, lovingly, even if they were bought from a cheap gypsy.

Dandelions can cry.

Freckled face Molly looked outside the car window, as it drove past what was once a place called home. The memories came down like rain, past the farm, thinking of braiding each others hair, playing "Princesses" with the Jameson's girls. The cow shed, milking their mornings together, her sister, Patricia. The car grumbled down the twisted lane and passed the meadows, once green with sweet grass, she, kissing Tony, laying helpless in his arms, in perfect serenity, the dandelions as witnesses.

Tony. He was gone.

After all, he was bathing in a pool of red water.

The police had found Molly crying piteously next to a multiple stabbed body. It was murder of the first degree.

Now, in the police car, she glanced once more at the meadow she turned red, before in was lost from all eyesight, and was sure she heard the dandelions cry.

Rants

When looking for your towel, don't forget to look down. It may have slithered down to the floor.

_____________________

Milo, is a good friend.

_____________________

No girl should marry a doctor that can not tell if a man is dead or not.

Robert Downey Jr, Sherlock Holmes

_____________________

Robert Downey Jr, is lovely.

Me

Dear LORD,

I've been a massively disgusting pig. Would you please help me get out of this mess? Before I make myself slave of temporary desires? I acknowledge that I can pretty much do nothing without you. Forgive me Lord for my disobedience. I know I've said this a thousand times. I honestly, can't last without you. May I lean on you?

In Jesus Name, Amen

Love, your servant and princess.

Scratched: Chapter 2

Claire

2.20 a.m.
Saturday
On a Bed of Skulls

My choirmaster would have been proud of me, the decibels I reached were amazing. I found myself swimming in a sea of bones, presumably human. It took me a few seconds to realise that I should be screaming, for help at least. Duke and Justin came crashing through the floor eons later, Duke in a flustered state.

I make my way over to him, he reaches in to me with anticipating arms. "Claire," he whispered," Are you okay?" I needn't answer. He didn't require one. I look over his shoulder to locate Justin, who was inquisitively bending over the masses of bones. Typical Biology student. He picked the skull up with great enthusiasm, asking Duke if he wouldn't mind him bringing it home.

Duke answered in a great grunt, disregarding any notion of skulls as souvenirs. Suddenly, I fell victim to emotion. The whole journey here was taxing on mind and body. The aggravating traffic, misleading sign boards, getting lost, countless arguments and no reconciliation, eerie and goosebumps causing village place thingy, now a basement for a grave? Justin's casual jokes and Duke's comforting embrace just didn't cut it. I wanted to go home. My tear ducts gave way, and out came bursting hot, fresh tears, creating a salty patch on Duke's shoulder. I kept mumbling, "Should have walked home, should have walked home." If only I did fight him harder, he would have thrown me out off the car. Or would he?

Duke was compassionate, despite his impatience for all this crap. He did let a few words of encouragement escape between his lips, but nothing fell in my ears. Instead, I glanced at a small flight of steps and quickly sat down before I collapsed. Head on my knees, I felt a calm reassurance, that tomorrow I'll be at school, giving free Mathematics tuition to the Convent schoolgirls. I imagined their cute pig tails, short pleated skirts, eager asking how to add and subtract, divide and multiply.

My trail of thoughts were stopped. I heard a faint noise behind me. Something prickled my jeans, I jumped up hastily. "What was that?" I asked aloud. Duke turned to face me, Justin dropped the skull. I walked slowly towards Duke and Justin and peered through the steps to find a bright yellow pair of eyes peering back at me.

To be continued...

Scratched: Chapter 1

Justin

7.30 p.m.
Friday
School Library

"And that's how you solve a pesky Calculus problem!"

I watched her shut the thick, fat Further Mathematics book with triumph then I glared down at my miserable looking maths sheet, defeated by scribbles of undecipherable equations. Claire smiled at me, showing off every pearly white, than ruffled my hair. " You'll soon figure it out, kiddo."


It was then when Duke, walked into the library, stopped at me, shook his head and ventured into a deep lip lock with Claire.


I posed as a lamp post for those ten minutes.

Once they got out of the love tunnel, I gestured towards the darkening clouds outside the library window. "Yeah, it's getting kinda late, isn't it? Looks a little rainy too," Duke observed, then added, "Better leave now before we get caught in the rain."

Our footsteps echoed through out the marble floored library, but failed opposing the booms of thunders that came rolling in. We quickened our steps and found ourselves stuck in a massacre of cars shortly after that. There were road blocks everywhere, and a generous sprinkle of detours.

"Duke! Duke!" cried Claire, pointing towards the bumper ahead. Duke, in his agitated plight had abandoned his breaks, and we were near crashing into the Mercedes in front. "Gosh, woman! Shut up, I know what I'm doing!" Brace yourself, I told myself.

"Know what you're doing? You were gonna crash into that car!" blurted Claire.
"But I didn't, did I?" replied Duke, cool and calm.
"Yeah, thanks to me! Had I not..."
"I'm the one driving, not you! Unless you smarten up, you can walk."
"Yeah, I might just make it home this year too. Unlock the door." Claire pulled at the handle.

Silence.

"Unlock the door."

More silence.

"Unlock the bloody door, Duke!"
"You're not leaving. Period."

The rest of the journey, spinning around detours was a ferocious tango between asphalt and rubber. That and the overwhelming silence, literally killed me. I longed for conversation, jokes and nonsensical chat. Even soppy lovey dovey words they usually exchanged would have sufficed.

"So, when is football practice next, Duke?" I chanced.
"Same time, next Tuesday," came the reply short and curt.
"Think we got a good chance against the Green Giants?"
"Sure. We'll cream them." Yet again, I failed.
So, I tried again. "I heard they got this huge guy, 6 feet and all..."
"Shut up Justin."

I did. Claire snickered. Duke didn't flinch.

*****
I had no idea how long I was asleep, but I was awoken by another of Claire and Duke's arguments.

"Take the freaking right turn, I told you that a hundred times."
"No, you said left!"
"I said right, Duke. Right! Which part of right and left can you not understand?"
"Fine. I'll find my way out of here. Just sit pretty and calm yourself down."
"Calm myself? You're the gallivanting bull here! We've been stuck in this deserted area for the past three hours and you're talking about calm!"
I couldn't take it no more.

"What the hell is wrong with you two?" I blurted out, raging anger pumping through my veins.

They both turned to look at me. Silence, then:

"Wow, really Mr-I-didn't-sleep-for-4-and-a-half-hours, like you know anything that's going on." Claire smiled sarcastically.

"To add to that, your snoring was like symphonies right out from Beethoven's piano!"
"What a wonderful..."
Claire stopped short. The three of us were peering out of our windows. Outside, were houses, low and crooked, illuminated by red lights. The roads were narrow, and the little village, if I may call it so, was scary and dingy. The night air didn't help soften the tensed mood. I noticed Claire slip her had into Duke's, obviously frightened by the eerie looking place. Duke drove out further, and stopped outside a small bungalow, labelled 'Town Council'. It looked uninhabited and overgrown with weeds all around, but it was the best help now.

Duke climbed out the car, Claire followed.

"Please stay inside Claire," Duke said softly. Claire was adamant. She followed closely. I wasn't going to be left alone.

The door creaked as we opened it. We figured the council wouldn't be in at 2 o'clock in the morning but there might be someone, at least. We went in slowly. The floorboards sighed heavily.

Crash!
"Claire! Where are you?" shouted Duke, once he realised her hand wasn't in his any longer. In the consuming darkness, Claire was gone, vanished through the floorboards. It was a few moments later that we heard her screaming for help, followed by us crashing down through the weak boards, swimming in a grave of skeletons.

To be continued...

A NEW STROY, A NEW STORY, A NEW STORY!

Inspired by a nightmare.

It's called Scratched.

Forget Epiphany for a while.

Don't they ever QUIT biting?

I smacked it dead, but, it flew off. Alive. And Biting.

The Writing Bug bit me again. This story, i feel is kinda cool. But, like I have said before, it takes some dedication and time for me to piece it together. And of course, I might have to quit my other life for awhile.

Hence, patience, I beseech ye, my faithful readers.
Patience, it's a virtue.
Ironic, I understand.

An Ah Long, a puppy and a Black.

The corridors carry sluggish characters to four walled confinement areas, internationally know as classrooms every weekday. Clasped between books, notes, and "Why you never susut the nilai?" 's, we have subconsciously subjected to the monotonous pace of pathetic nerds.

Geez. That fast? I thought this happens six months down the road!

But then, can they keep everyone in a box?
For, as far as I'm concerned, there in a corner, out popped,

An Ah Long, a Puppy and a Black.

Namely, Edwin, Li Sha and I.

Between racist jokes, and skin tone errors, we created, BNW!
Black n White,

The Founder- Edwin
The Lead Singer- Li Sha
The Chinese- moi!

(Now, don't ask me why we need a Chinese, who happens to be Indian!)
As for now, this is suffice to keep me alive.
Seriously.

Wait lah! Can or not?

Epiphany is taking some time. Why?
Because I got a life apart from writing stories.
So, you sore waiters just have to be more patient.

Boo.

Ouch!

I've been BITTEN by the writing bug.
Its poison isn't deadly but leaves a lasting effect.
I hereby am proud to say, that I own an idea for my story (and a nasty mark) which will be written in chapters, since I am after all, plagiarising Lam's idea.

The series of chapters will commence soon.
As of for now, I shall simply call it;

(drum rolls please)

EPIPHANY

Reason? Spain is celebrating it today, go Google it. Plus, the word inspired me to write.

Island Blues. Or Pinks.

The Pangkor Trip.
It was much different this time. We set of to Lumut, and from there to a ferry to Pangkor. Every night was Taboo night.

The picture above shows Periamma, figuring out the words for the Word.

"When is my turn?"

The beach. As the camera was not in my possession, you don't get good shots.

The chalets we lived in.

Bike rides.

Truly burnt Indians.

Pretty girl.

Trying to be sexy.

Banana Boat time!

The Banana Boaters. Till next time!

Christmas is a time to __________. 2

This was probably, the most awesome, rocking Christmas Service EVER!!!

First of all, it was in Sime Darby Convention Centre.
Second, we came early, for once. Dad was ushering.
Then, let the show began.
We are proud to have an African Choir in our church. They're an instrument on their own. Their voices combined is a combination of power and melody, it may be the secret to the next energy generators!
This African Choir too, was awesome...! Like i said, the voices. I found myself tapping, and semi-dancing to the beat!
Yes, I know he is familiar. He's Allan Pereira! He sings, well.
Our very own church choir.

And the orchestra. I love cellos.

And then, there was the artist who outdid it all. His masterpiece can made sense right-side-up and upside-down! His name is Allan Tan. I think.
You see the eagle feeding the eaglets, accompanied by the sun.
Now you see a depiction of Jesus, with the crown of thorns, also, accompanied by the sun.