Another Adele story (Wed.'s story)

This is probably going to be an Adele week, because her story is mostly what I can think about this week. Well here it is.

                I was tired and I know I should go back to the a-part-mint, but I couldn’t. I just had to find out what has happened to Little Mercy and Nate, at least for a little while longer. Or else, I might not get to know what really happened back then, and if I didn’t then it means that I can’t change the future properly. There will still be slaves, and… I shake my head forcing myself to pay attention. One more chapter, I thought to myself, and then I’m done for the night.

                During the 1860’s, it was a time of…

                I black out, sleep finally catching up to my tired body. I wake up sometime later, my body feeling as if it was floating through the clouds. I open an eye to see where I was, wondering if I’ll see the odd swirls on the ceiling. Only it wasn’t the swirls that I wasn’t looking at it was skin, white skin, very familiar white skin. I see Tucker’s Adam’s apple bob up and down nervously as he must have realized that I woke up. He looked down at me, and I smile at him.

“I’m awake so, you know you can put me down now,” I say suddenly feeling a bit squirmy about being carried around like an infant.

“What not even a hello first?” he says chuckling nervously, complying with my command.

“Thank you,” I say feeling a bit wobbly when my feet touch the sidewalk, Tucker’s hand on the small of my back, keeping me steady. I look around the cold harvest day, the wind blowing softly around me. I shivered, must have forgetting my jacket back at his place. Memories started to come back to me, as I remembered my past. Memories that will take a while to settle back into place, in this smoke filled city.

“You’re welcome, and here,” says Tucker quickly putting his jacket onto my shoulders. I smile appreciatively, and allow him to take me to his fast moving, station wagon. As I start to distract myself, as to why they call it a station wagon anyways, if it doesn’t actually look like one. It was a quite walk full of the usual city noise, once we reach it; he opens my door for me. I pause before going in, unsure of something.

“What scared of the ghosts that reside in it?” he says in a joking manner. I flinch, tears gathering in my eyes.

“I’m sorry, Adele it was a joke,” he says hurriedly, concern cornering his voice.

“I-It’s okay, and…” I pause unsure of what to say, “And thank you for everything.” I quickly get into the car before he sees the teardrop on my cheek.

10/5/11

Uncle Frederick
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                Uncle Frederick sojourned to the family farm one early Saturday morning. Which constantly vexed us all, plus he always talked about his plan about killing zombies the right way. This probably explained why he always stank of what he said was crocodile pee, even that annoyed Timmy, and the family’s taciturn. And plus the apothecary always said that it was illicit to hunt zombies anyways, but Uncle Frederick always said that it was judiciously fair to do so, since the end of the world was coming and all that. But that always put on disapprobation, from me, but I don’t bother to stop him anyways. Since I somehow knew, he was right, in my cordial way. Though, father was always condescended somehow always to help him every weekend, but that was diminutive compared to Christmas day.

                It was a nice snowy white morning, everything seemed vapid, even the cookies looked too nebulous, compared to the tiny snowflakes. Mother’s repertoire was cooking, so that day she was off in the kitchen cooking preparing for the Christmas feast. She only used herbs that were indigenous to our land, which father found a bit malevolent ever since he found a ghost. But that’s a story for another day, well moving on. Father’s predilection during Christmas would be us building snow statues out in the backyard, then sledding, and snow angels, before ending it off with a Christmas play in which we would show mother.

                But this was an extra special day, for Uncle Frederick was coming to visit, which the apothecary was very contemptuous with, for he believed it was to be a day of four, not five. But we didn’t listen, for it was a normal Christmas day plus Uncle Frederick. Everything went normal, except for the snow statue’s eyes and mouth, instead of coal Uncle Frederick insisted we use scuppernongs, which I found a bit odd. But he said it will bring hope which is very important this time of year. Instead of the usual Christmas-y plays, we ended up doing the not what to do while hunting zombies play. Which annoyed mother quite a bit, but in the end, everyone was pretty much amused.  In fact, I think that this was the finest Christmas I ever had, full of smiles, and laughter, and good food to share around.

                But in the end, as if God was proving to me that not everything will always be good, Uncle Frederick disappeared in the middle of nowhere. No one was watching, no one couldn’t believe it, he was just here and then gone. Father told me that he was a ghost, and wordlessly everyone agreed. But I think he was someone else, someone magical that liked to hunt zombies and give joy to others. I think Uncle Frederick was Santa Claus. 

September 28, 2011

One word: sorry. Sorry for not posting on this for over a week. School has been taking a bit away from me, type this, type that, etc. So now here I am posting. The rest will come during the weekend.

Angel

Calling a white person by name was just weird, but calling them anything else was just illegal. And it has been like that for centuries ever since my ancestors and I first steeped onto this land. Hello, I’m Aamir and I’m an African American slave. Master always said that it was good that I was born on the plantation, not really knowing what’s out in the big wide world, because then I won’t know the dangers that come with it. Minus the fact, that there are plenty of dangers here, from mean people taking stuff away from this place without permission, to an accidental house incident. And I believed him, because I felt safe and protected here, because for one I have all my family members here. And most of my friends are here as well, and plus I get some of the easiest jobs, all just for being a strong little boy, as mama would say.

Mama the word makes me feel all sad inside, as I realize I won’t see her again. Master has told me that she found a new place to live, because she needed the change, and I accepted it. But whenever I ask papa about what happened to mama he would instantly blank up, and be quiet not willing to tell me anything. And I don’t bother to press on for me, for I was afraid of getting hurt. Only grandmamma told me what happened to mama, and it was that she decided to go rest in the heavens above, and that someday I’ll see her again. At first I didn’t understand her, till I saw something moving one day.

It was a hot day, as it usually is on the plantation, as papa sun shined its rays on everything in the world. And it was my duty to pull the big box on wheels carrying the usual water supplies. And just as I was making my three round today, with the guys taking the water from the box and splashing the big yellow corn, did I notice a dark shadow pass out of the corner of my seeing eyes. “Aamir, time to get moving,” said one of my friends, and I nod slowly before moving on.

“Did you see that Neshon?” I ask stopping again, so he can sprinkle the corn.

“See what?” he asks not really caring about my talk.

“A-a-an angel, “I say back in awe, fully knowing that it was my mama watching me. 

This comes with a song.

First of all if you have a serious problems with gay, lesbians, bi, or transgender people, don't read this, because I don't want a bunch of comments about why they're wrong and stuff.
And second, don't judge me, because I'm straight, this character just happened to be a bit bi.
And third here's the song I promised.

And now the story.

            Winning, losing, getting hit by random soccer balls, that is the normal life of mine. The unusual life of mine, is despising every guy that I ever came to meet, regardless if they are nice or not. And I don’t have a clue as to why; it’s as if I’m just naturally repulsed to them, and their obnoxious, sick-minded ways. And the good thing is, is that they’re naturally repulsed by me, and generally stays away. It’s as if I’m carrying a deadly communicable, and that they’re afraid that they might catch it as well.

            But… the only problem was that there was just one guy. One guy that couldn’t stay away, it’s as if he sticks to me like glue. He’s like a ghost, haunting my life, my dreams; he’s in the air I breathe. Even my poems are about me ranting about him, and only him and no one else. I can tell that I’m falling for his trick, for his eyes, practically much just him. But the only problem was that…

            “Are you okay Katy?” asks Keale, hovering close to me. I snap out of it, and notice the worried look on her face. She was plain and yet amazingly pretty at the same time. Her dark blonde curls carefully lay out carefully on the side of her pale face, the green in her eyes reminding me of the richest rain forest in the world. Her cherry red lips in a teensy pout. “Really Katy are you okay?” she asks forcing my eyes to look up into her eyes.

            “Yeah, I am, just a little tired,” I say half telling the truth. My lips turn up a bit, back into its small playful smile.

            “Okay that’s good,” and before I can object back, she started to kiss me. Hesitantly, I started to kiss back; fear and nervousness start to shoot into my veins. She pulls back immediately a pained look on her face, “Really Katy what’s wrong?” and this time I had a feeling, she won’t let me get away with it. So I take a deep breath, and carefully compose my face, and man was I wishing that there was someone in the bathrooms.

            “Keys, I got something to tell you,” it was hard, to break up with someone especially if you’ve been together for a year. The scene flashed by slowly and yet quickly, after I said the regretful words, she stomped out, her rich green eyes glassy, trying not to show the tears that want to fall through. I remember saying sorry, and try to run after her, the tears streaking down my face. But it was obvious that from that day on, she won’t listen to me, and I fell into a depression full of cuts. The only lifeline I had was words, but soon that fell through and I was truly, alone. Till one day, I literally fell onto Bradon.

            “Hello,” he says not bothering to get off of me. My heart started to beat quickly, and a blush was starting to go ninja on me.

            “H-hi?” I say back. The small hope butterfly in my stomach was starting to tell me that everything will be okay.

Mesa

I forgot to go to the meeting today, but I did get the form before school. So that will count right?
For those of you who doesn't know what MESA is, just google it. It stands for math, engineering, science achievement, I think.

            Math, nerds, geeks, and the amusement park, to her and her friends that is what they think MESA is about.

            “First meeting, is today in room 102,” said the principal through the intercom, “Be there after school before three!” she says before the thing clicked off, sending a wave of silence through the whole room. She sighs, putting her book away, back into her bag. Mesa, mesa, mesa, it was all anyone can talk now days.

            What’s so important about it, anyways? She thinks to herself, as the boys next to her started to talk all about it. Sure, it’s a new club and all that, and sure, you can go to state. But what do you do? You just build useless stuff that won’t help you in life. Oh why did I promise my friends that I decided to go to that meeting with them. I’m going to be a photographer when I grow up not an engineer. She sighs again, as she starts to draw light little circles on her desk, her thoughts muddled around the term MESA.

            “Hey Emmy, you are going to go to that meeting today are you?” asks her friends, Lisa.

            “Yeah, yeah, I wouldn’t want to miss it to the world,” she says forcing a smile onto her lips. No! I didn’t want to go, but I’m doing it for you guys. Jeez, who knew it was hard to please people now days. That’s what she wanted to say actually, but she kept her tongue tight, because she didn’t want to hurt her friend’s feelings.

            “Great, I’ll see you after school, and meet me by my locker or be squared,” and her friend started to laugh hilariously as if it was the funniest joke in the world. But Emmy just rolled her eyes, and went back to doodling little circles on her desk waiting for the bell to ring. She was trying to think of ways to ditch, fake a sickness so she can go home early anything. But underneath all that, she was secretly hoping it will be fun.

Falling, falling

An excerpt from the second book of Immortality Doesn't Exist. Who's title I shall not announce yet. Funny thing is I still haven't written the second book yet (So close to the ending of IDE, so I might start in Decemberish). And I swear my MC, Beth Angelina Dovens, is somehow haunting this and the last story. I think she's trying to tell me....
GO BACK TO WORKING ON THE NOVEL. (My novel by the way)

Twirling, twirling

In a tree

Falling, falling

That’s. The. End. Of. Me.

The poem still plays in my head. It has been months from when I first heard it, when I had to…

I close my eyes as I try to suppress the memories from coming down to knock down on that carefully constructed wall. The wall which I so carefully built not to let most of the memories from that quest haunt me. It haunted my dreams, in my life, in nearly everything. I also didn’t want to deal with that lying, fake, cheating, not-really-him, antagonist. He was the only person that I couldn’t even destroy, not unless I wanted a part of my heart that someone is safekeeping, severed away from me. And that would absolutely destroy me, and that’s considering that it’s actually the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth. I also didn’t want the memories of the quest with paranormals killing me, to break down the wall. Or else, I just might be stuck in my room forever, staring at the roof, with no one coming to me. Not even…

It was hard; I can tell that the memories were slowly breaking me down. I just wanted to be normal and not deal with the memories, and just keep up with the studies that my parents enforce upon me every day. And I just wanted to hope that I can make the first day of school that started tomorrow. I didn’t want to have any weird dreams, which they somehow tell me something. I didn’t want to hear any more prophetic poems somehow entering my brain. I just wanted to dance and take care of the flowers in the greenhouse. I just wanted to be me.

And yet, I was falling, and falling. My fear was skyrocketing as I didn’t know what will be at the ground, as I didn’t even know if I’ll land on my feet on the sturdy ground. I could feel myself slowly breaking apart, and slowly threatening that I won’t be me.

Gosh, I needed Rain. He seemed to be the normal one of us, and my lifeline. He always kept me on my feet, pushing me forward. I just wanted to be in his arms again, just wanted to cry on his shoulder, while he comforted me. I wanted him to do some random tricks to do with his power. I wanted to smile, and be normal.

I

Just

                        Wanted

    Him.

But where was he? 

Drip, Drop

Too much homework was overtaking me, so I didn't have much time to type the story up, and posting it on here. So here it is.

Run.

            It was all anyone ever said to me that day. And my stupid, panicked self actually listened to them. So I start to run, and, and run, far from here. Night came and that’s when I couldn’t run no more. I collapse to the ground, taking a million deep breaths, but it doesn’t help. It feels as if, I’m in a dark gray ocean slowly sinking to the ground never breathing the air again. After a while, my body feels like it has enough air, but that’s when the tears come. Tears from the forest fire, from the firefighters, my friends, and him. Pinned under that tree helping me get out, only to most likely die himself.

            Drip

                        Drop

                                    Drip.

            The tears kept on coming, and it felt like that it will be like that for the rest of my pitiless, stupid not worth living for anymore life. I cry and cry, my memories of them tearing apart only to glue back together to haunt me again, ripping, and getting back together. A cycle that will never leave me for the rest of eternity.

            Drop

                        Drip

                                    Drop.

            And it shall stay that way till I die.

Drip

Drop. 

Once upon a cupcake....

Here's the story, that doesn't really involve cupcakes (I just included the word in there because I was reading the Cupcake Queen again). But this is a fairy tale, that I forgot how it came to me. Well kind of like a fairy tale... School was actually pretty good, minus the fact that I got more math homework. Well I'm going to stop rambling, and posting the story up now.

Once upon a cupcake kind of time, in a land that isn’t so very far away. There was a queen named Valeria, who ruled a kingdom called Boredom. And in Boredom, you just do well boring stuff, with boring people. There weren’t really any exciting things going on in their lives, well maybe getting a foreclosure… There were never any wars, because the neighboring kingdoms thought they were too tedious to fight. Even no one came into the kingdom, because he or she would think that once he or she leaves, he or she would become just as boring him or herself. And not any of the natives themselves would dare leave.

Till

            One

                        Day…

“Hey do you want to go exploring today?” asks Jenna, again, day after day for the last five years. And day after day, I would always decline her, because the woods seemed boring to go in. With nothing ever stirring at the edges, and nothing even coming out.

I sigh about to say the same thing again, “I do-”

“Wait, a minute before you say anything, just here me out,” she says cutting m off. I nod, not really caring about what’s going to come next, but I didn’t really want to go back to working with the smoldering fire. “Okay…” she says trailing off.

“Go on,” I reply in my monotone voice. Everything seemed dull and gray, even Jenna seemed boring, with her brown hair in irregular curls, her tiny straight nose, and the unnatural rose in her cheeks. Even her eyes were a bit unusually green, with some seriousness mixed in and something else, something irregular.

“Okay, if you’re wondering why, I only ask you the same question everyday…” I start to zone out, my eyes were starting to droop, nothing but smoke seemed to be in my mind all day. “Hello Mangus? Are you listening to me?” I shake my head and start to pay attention to her. Giving her the attention as if she was another costumer, and not some girl, that I don’t really consider my friend…

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” she sighs a bit irritated, “back to the point the only reason why I ask the same question every day and not someone else, is…. Well…” I star to zone out again, not really noticing her nervousness. “IsthatI’mgettingmarriedtothejerkprincebutIdon’twantto, andplusyouseemfuntobearoundwith.And…” she says in a breath, jerking me awake.

“Huh?” I ask confused by what she meant. But I was starting to pay attention, really pay attention. There was a strange feeling coursing through me, and it almost reminded me of that one person long ago, that visited Boredom. He was trying to sell some substance, and he tested it on himself, and… happiness seemed to flood him. This feeling was like happiness, but different somehow… and yet a teensy bit familiar.

“So do you want to go exploring today?” she asks, pretending that she didn’t say what she just said before.

“Yes,” I say surprising myself, some strange feeling flooding through me, and through her eyes as well.

“Okay we start today…”

To be continued?