Tuesday, November 14, 2006
Well...
Oh, I'm bushed. Just read my short stories and thought they were a failure. But anyway, have a nice time reading them!
It Was Just A Normal Life. Just A Normal Year. Just A Normal Month. Just A Normal Day.....
I walked across the narrow pathway leading to the broken house that I could no longer call home, but just a building which I had sentimental feelings for. Tears rolled down my cheeks, as I looked up at a window that had been mine. The monster had destroyed everything......everything in my life, I thought, as I caressed my rough skin.
It was a normal day, a boring one, you might say. But I was not feeling particularly bored as I played my favorite game - drawing. You could even say that I had drew too much for my own good!
It was a sunny day, and the sun shone warm rays upon my shoulders. I smiled, enjoying the warmth, while sketching a beautiful picture of the school's garden. It was after school. Most of the children had gone home to revise their homework. But not me. I always had good grades, no matter how little or how much I studied. My mother was proud of me, and called me a child prodigy.
I picked up my pencils, then carefully holding up my sketch, I walked briskly back home.
"Amelia!" I turned in surprise. My mother usually left me in my art room, drawing for the whole day. "Your friends want to come in." I peeked out of the window, gently parting the curtains to see who had come. They were my life-long enemies, Josh and Katya. They seemed to plague my scenery just as I found it, ruining my drawings by spilling ink on it.
"Hey Josh! Katya!" Their heads turned in my direction sharply. Waving awkardly, they yelled back in greeting. "What are you two doing here?" I saw Katya's mouth moving, and guessed that she was muttering to Josh. "Er, we wanted to see how you were doing", Josh said, trying to keep a straight face. I ran downstairs and opened the door slightly.
"Are you sure, Josh?" He tried to smile sincerely, but only managed a grimace. With a grim smile, I slammed the door closed again. My mother walked out of the kitchen casually,"holding her hand to her heart. Whoa, whoa. Amelia, don't give me a heart attack. What happened?" I grimaced myself and peeked out of the curtains sneakily while answering.
"Mom, these two people are my worst enemies! I can't let them in!" She shook her head in disapproval. "Am, you shouldn't just let them stay outside, should you?" I grinded my teeth. What my mother said was always final.
I angrily threw the door open - to find nobody outside. Sighing in relief, I closed the door again. "Mom, they're gone." Almost managing a smile, I walked back up the stairs, indulging in my pleasure of drawing.
A few hours later, I began to feel thirsty and went down the stairs, yelling at the same time. I was in for a great shock. Smoke seemed to strangle my lungs, the sight seemed to burn my eyes itself. There was a fire in my house.
But where was my mother, I thought desperately while hopping over a bunch of fiery books. A blackened shape lay in the kitchen, limp and burning still, with flames. The wooden magnet on the fridge, which was on fire too, dropped on my neck, and I yelled in agony.
Who did this, was my first thought while fighting with the fire with the fire extinguisher. The smoke and fire seemed to subside, then stop. Sighing with relief, not for the first time today, I trudged my miserable way to the police station, seeming like the dead corpse in the kitchen.
Ten years later...... (Amelia is twenty-four)
After the fire, my parents were gone. My father, in an accident. My mother, in a fire. The fact that I could even subdue the fire was a miracle. But what about the fact that I was now the top lawyer in my country?
I did my parents and myself proud. I know I did, and I wonder if they are looking down from heaven at me....
It was a normal day, a boring one, you might say. But I was not feeling particularly bored as I played my favorite game - drawing. You could even say that I had drew too much for my own good!
It was a sunny day, and the sun shone warm rays upon my shoulders. I smiled, enjoying the warmth, while sketching a beautiful picture of the school's garden. It was after school. Most of the children had gone home to revise their homework. But not me. I always had good grades, no matter how little or how much I studied. My mother was proud of me, and called me a child prodigy.
I picked up my pencils, then carefully holding up my sketch, I walked briskly back home.
"Amelia!" I turned in surprise. My mother usually left me in my art room, drawing for the whole day. "Your friends want to come in." I peeked out of the window, gently parting the curtains to see who had come. They were my life-long enemies, Josh and Katya. They seemed to plague my scenery just as I found it, ruining my drawings by spilling ink on it.
"Hey Josh! Katya!" Their heads turned in my direction sharply. Waving awkardly, they yelled back in greeting. "What are you two doing here?" I saw Katya's mouth moving, and guessed that she was muttering to Josh. "Er, we wanted to see how you were doing", Josh said, trying to keep a straight face. I ran downstairs and opened the door slightly.
"Are you sure, Josh?" He tried to smile sincerely, but only managed a grimace. With a grim smile, I slammed the door closed again. My mother walked out of the kitchen casually,"holding her hand to her heart. Whoa, whoa. Amelia, don't give me a heart attack. What happened?" I grimaced myself and peeked out of the curtains sneakily while answering.
"Mom, these two people are my worst enemies! I can't let them in!" She shook her head in disapproval. "Am, you shouldn't just let them stay outside, should you?" I grinded my teeth. What my mother said was always final.
I angrily threw the door open - to find nobody outside. Sighing in relief, I closed the door again. "Mom, they're gone." Almost managing a smile, I walked back up the stairs, indulging in my pleasure of drawing.
A few hours later, I began to feel thirsty and went down the stairs, yelling at the same time. I was in for a great shock. Smoke seemed to strangle my lungs, the sight seemed to burn my eyes itself. There was a fire in my house.
But where was my mother, I thought desperately while hopping over a bunch of fiery books. A blackened shape lay in the kitchen, limp and burning still, with flames. The wooden magnet on the fridge, which was on fire too, dropped on my neck, and I yelled in agony.
Who did this, was my first thought while fighting with the fire with the fire extinguisher. The smoke and fire seemed to subside, then stop. Sighing with relief, not for the first time today, I trudged my miserable way to the police station, seeming like the dead corpse in the kitchen.
Ten years later...... (Amelia is twenty-four)
After the fire, my parents were gone. My father, in an accident. My mother, in a fire. The fact that I could even subdue the fire was a miracle. But what about the fact that I was now the top lawyer in my country?
I did my parents and myself proud. I know I did, and I wonder if they are looking down from heaven at me....
A Pretty Extreme Story....see what you think of it first.
“Mom, please, can I go to the movies with Sarah tomorrow?” I murmured to my mother with a sweet smile. She shook her head crossly. “What Sarah is that?” I shook my head. Mom was a little absent-minded sometimes. “Sarah Coopers, Mom.” Mom continued shredding the letters. “To the movies, I’m sure? No.” She started on a long story about what her mother did with her. Nodding absently while she continued relentlessly, I gently banged the table with my fist. Sarah had taken a long time to get the tickets for me. And now Mom was just saying “No!”
Mom seemed to have finished with her lecture. I stood up from the kitchen chair and walked up the stairs to my room. Once my door was closed and locked, I started scrabbling around in my drawers for my diary.
17-6-06
Dear diary,
I am so stressed out. After Sarah bought the tickets, then she said that I wasn’t to go to the movies. How horrible can this get? I wish she could just go away!
Katherine
After I wrote in my diary, I felt a little better and I walked back down the stairs. Mom was carrying a deck of assessment books from my brother’s room to the studying table. I walked into the kitchen to get some cornflakes from the fridge. Deciding to relieve my anger better, I took out the small notebook I always had in my pocket.
On the notebook, I wrote:
Cons
-She makes me do assessments.
-She is unreasonable.
-She is so unpredictable.
-She doesn’t understand what I want at all!
Pros
-She wakes me up for school everyday. (and anyway I hate school!)
Conclusion: She’s horrid!
Parents! I cursed silently. I picked up a piece of cornflake and crushed it in my hand. As my brother stumbled down the stairs in a hurry to get to the study room, a terrible plot hatched in my mind.
* * *
“Sarah!” I yelled. Sarah skipped over to my table. “Kath, you know that Billy likes Elli? Disgusting!” I nodded in absent agreement. “Sarah, tell you something.” She nodded and I whispered my plan to her. We both burst into secretive giggles. I felt relieved that I had told someone my plan, and that Sarah agreed.
“Ready!” I mumbled to Sarah. She gave me a thumbs-up and I gave her another in return. She broke into a grin, but I didn’t return hers. I felt a little uneasy, but a look at my notebook, my fury at my mother’s refusal returned. Sarah smiled and turned back to her desk, and the day continued.
I closed the fridge door after putting my secret weapon inside. I meant to give my mother a big shock, so she’d learn her lesson. “Mom! I’m hungry!” I cried out. “Yes, I’m coming!” My mother rushed down the stairs and jostled her way into the kitchen. I heard the fridge opening and cringed. Scrambling to the dining hall, I braced myself for a ear-splitting scream. It came, and I felt satisfaction fill my heart.
“KATHERINE!!! Help! HELP!”
Her voice dwindled into a silence. I ran to the kitchen, not really expecting that huge a reaction. “Mom?” A mess of cockroaches sped off for their lives, while I stood there, dumbfounded. Now, you might be wondering why I was standing there frozen to the spot. My mother had collapsed on the floor, her face pale.
“MOM!” I ran pale-faced to her side. I pressed my finger against her nose. She wasn’t breathing. Somehow, I managed to pick her up and run to the hall.
My brother gasped in shock when he saw mother. He looked faint and as pale as my mother’s limp body. He sat down heavily on the squashy sofa and muttered incoherently. I caught snatches of words like “stupid Kath….heart attack….stroke” Meanwhile, I was frantically dialing the ambulance’s number, then my dad’s. “Mom!” I moaned pathetically. My brother massaged his temples. “What happened?” I didn’t hear him, at that horrible moment. I just thought about the happy moments I had with my mother.
The front door banged open. “Katherine! WHAT HAPPENED?!” I pointed dismally to Mom’s limp figure, and my index finger dropped, and I burst into sobs and crouched in a corner. The ambulance halted to a stop in front our house. The paramedics sped out of the white van. They hauled Mom unto a stretcher and Dad got into the van. My brother and I waited anxiously while pacing in the living room for Dad’s promised phone call.
Before long, Dad called us. It was raining that day, I remember clearly. The day that Mom died wasn’t sunny. Mom had died of a stroke and a heart attack. I still regret what happened on that day, and I would never ever forget the horrible deed that I had done. The day that Mom died. Thursday the 18th. I often wonder why mom didn’t tell us why she suffered from a stroke before. When I asked my father, he just replied grimly, as though the very thought of my mother hurt him; she didn’t want you to worry.
Katherine.
I loved my mom so much…I knew that just after I heard the terrible news. And I know she loves me too.
Mom seemed to have finished with her lecture. I stood up from the kitchen chair and walked up the stairs to my room. Once my door was closed and locked, I started scrabbling around in my drawers for my diary.
17-6-06
Dear diary,
I am so stressed out. After Sarah bought the tickets, then she said that I wasn’t to go to the movies. How horrible can this get? I wish she could just go away!
Katherine
After I wrote in my diary, I felt a little better and I walked back down the stairs. Mom was carrying a deck of assessment books from my brother’s room to the studying table. I walked into the kitchen to get some cornflakes from the fridge. Deciding to relieve my anger better, I took out the small notebook I always had in my pocket.
On the notebook, I wrote:
Cons
-She makes me do assessments.
-She is unreasonable.
-She is so unpredictable.
-She doesn’t understand what I want at all!
Pros
-She wakes me up for school everyday. (and anyway I hate school!)
Conclusion: She’s horrid!
Parents! I cursed silently. I picked up a piece of cornflake and crushed it in my hand. As my brother stumbled down the stairs in a hurry to get to the study room, a terrible plot hatched in my mind.
* * *
“Sarah!” I yelled. Sarah skipped over to my table. “Kath, you know that Billy likes Elli? Disgusting!” I nodded in absent agreement. “Sarah, tell you something.” She nodded and I whispered my plan to her. We both burst into secretive giggles. I felt relieved that I had told someone my plan, and that Sarah agreed.
“Ready!” I mumbled to Sarah. She gave me a thumbs-up and I gave her another in return. She broke into a grin, but I didn’t return hers. I felt a little uneasy, but a look at my notebook, my fury at my mother’s refusal returned. Sarah smiled and turned back to her desk, and the day continued.
I closed the fridge door after putting my secret weapon inside. I meant to give my mother a big shock, so she’d learn her lesson. “Mom! I’m hungry!” I cried out. “Yes, I’m coming!” My mother rushed down the stairs and jostled her way into the kitchen. I heard the fridge opening and cringed. Scrambling to the dining hall, I braced myself for a ear-splitting scream. It came, and I felt satisfaction fill my heart.
“KATHERINE!!! Help! HELP!”
Her voice dwindled into a silence. I ran to the kitchen, not really expecting that huge a reaction. “Mom?” A mess of cockroaches sped off for their lives, while I stood there, dumbfounded. Now, you might be wondering why I was standing there frozen to the spot. My mother had collapsed on the floor, her face pale.
“MOM!” I ran pale-faced to her side. I pressed my finger against her nose. She wasn’t breathing. Somehow, I managed to pick her up and run to the hall.
My brother gasped in shock when he saw mother. He looked faint and as pale as my mother’s limp body. He sat down heavily on the squashy sofa and muttered incoherently. I caught snatches of words like “stupid Kath….heart attack….stroke” Meanwhile, I was frantically dialing the ambulance’s number, then my dad’s. “Mom!” I moaned pathetically. My brother massaged his temples. “What happened?” I didn’t hear him, at that horrible moment. I just thought about the happy moments I had with my mother.
The front door banged open. “Katherine! WHAT HAPPENED?!” I pointed dismally to Mom’s limp figure, and my index finger dropped, and I burst into sobs and crouched in a corner. The ambulance halted to a stop in front our house. The paramedics sped out of the white van. They hauled Mom unto a stretcher and Dad got into the van. My brother and I waited anxiously while pacing in the living room for Dad’s promised phone call.
Before long, Dad called us. It was raining that day, I remember clearly. The day that Mom died wasn’t sunny. Mom had died of a stroke and a heart attack. I still regret what happened on that day, and I would never ever forget the horrible deed that I had done. The day that Mom died. Thursday the 18th. I often wonder why mom didn’t tell us why she suffered from a stroke before. When I asked my father, he just replied grimly, as though the very thought of my mother hurt him; she didn’t want you to worry.
Katherine.
I loved my mom so much…I knew that just after I heard the terrible news. And I know she loves me too.
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