Writing for 10/9

 Date : 10/9

Time starting : 4.08 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : 5-Senses Walk and Writing

Time ending :  4.29 p.m


"Not this time again, Father," Lina grumbled to herself. The room is quiet, excluded from the voices of living. It is past midnight, the only sound resounding is the wind knocking on the window hinges, begging to get in but to no avail. Plenty of luxury decorations adorned the room, so luxurious one can tell that the owner must be living a life of fortune. However, the scorning face of the only occupant in the room certainly reflect an emotion non other than displeasure.

Throwing away her crimson-red Scauvian dress on her bed, Lina proceeded to undress herself into something that eases movement. The dress was handcrafted by her handmaidens for today marriage meeting with another prince from a foreign kingdom. The soft texture of the fabric implies the amount of gentleness and care provided toward it. Still, toward the sole princess of Scauvian, such exaggerated piece of cloth resembles nothing more than a dead weight to her. Unable to nimbly move in such an outfit, Lina could only think of getting it off as soon as possible the moment she is forced to wear it.

Brandishing a gleaming, silver sword from one of her hidden chest, she held the blade close to her body which is now completely dressed in light armor Scauvian tunic.

"If that dragon is the reason why I must be forced to marry a man I do not even know, then I shall end it life by myself," whispered Lina. Grasping the hilt of the weapon, she tried swinging the dangerous object around, her motion of movement clearly not that of an amateur. In fact, a master swordsman would have realized her natural gift in swordmanship from a single glance.

"Grant thy strength and blessing to this lowly child of yours, o Miranda," Lina silently prayed to her goddess before inconspicuously scuttling off toward the dragon's lair.

Writing for 10/8

Date : 10/8

Time starting : 4.04 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : Continuation of 10/7 story

Time ending :  4.27 p.m

 As I reach out my hands to her, centimeters away, suddenly I realized I am flying through the air. I landed a few feet away from where I am a few seconds ago. Immediately, my body is covered with an intense sensation of pain that can drive my mind crazy. That is when I finally come into realization. I had been hit by a truck. The vehicle stopped adjacent to me, its driver desperately trying to call someone on his phone. Less than minutes, I become an attraction for the bystanders as I could see crowds of people forming ring around me.

Taking pictures of a dying street trash for the news is it?. I chuckled to myself. I guess my imagination have finally taken the best of me. Well, I see no point in living like this anyway. I know I can not be saved anymore. My body slowly becoming numb, my breath becoming more and more rough. Each breath is an immense feat for me. The pain is slowly fading off which is not a good sign. However, at my last moment as my vision becoming hazy, I can see a familiar girl sitting beside me. Her face facing mine and as soon as I see her, tears fall from my eyes. It is Ana, and despite anything, I am thankful to be able to meet her again even if it is nothing more than a dying man fantasy.

I can feel her warm hands embracing my cold body on the concrete. With the nostalgic voice that I yearned to hear all this time, Ana whispered into my ears,

“I have been waiting for you, dear. Now we will always be together, forever......” her face showing a happy expression, with tears of joy trickling down her cheek.

As I am overwhelmed by the feeling of drowsiness that is approaching me, I let it takes over me. Even then, before I fell into a deep, deep sleep. I am sure a wide, satisfied smile is carved upon my face before I close my eyes and depart from this world.

Writing for 10/7

Date : 10/7

Time starting : 7.44 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : Continuation of 10/6 story

Time ending :  7.56 p.m

“Society trash” is what I call myself as well as how I assume most bystanders perceive me. But, what do they know about me and I could not care less on how other people think of me. I had long lost that sense of rationality.

“This storm does not seem to let up anytime soon, huh”. I thought to myself. Pushing myself over my body limits, I began walking again. Then, a miracle happens,

I saw Ana walking across the street. There is no way I can mistook her for someone else. Not when it comes to the person that I had loved all my life. Have the heavens finally answered my prayers, have god taken pity on me and give me a second chance?. All sort of questions befuddled my mind. Finally, I heard Ana voice whispering in my ear, as impossible as it sound, it burns away all my hesitation as I run toward her with all my might.

“ANA!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, attracting the attention of several other bystanders but I could not care less about them. The girl I held dear to my heart is right in front of me and that is all I can think of. Ana turned toward me, I can see her crying clearly despite the heavy rain as she smiled happily, a smile that I will never forget for the entirety of my life.

Writing for 10/6

Date : 6/10

Time starting : 9.14 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : Continuation of 5/10 story

Time ending :  9.30 p.m

“Now, now. Don’t insult the girl I loved.”

With a faint blush on her cheeks, she meekly asked “Ehehehe, you really mean it?”

“Of course I meant it”

“From now till forever?”

“Yep”

She turned away from me, probably hiding her embarrassment but I can make out her faint voice as she said,

“.....that makes me happy...”.

And as time passes, we are supposed to be married in one month time before I learn that fate itself can be a cruel and merciless thing, twisted to its very core. Ana was diagnosed with a mysterious disease that left her bedridden for months. She was slowly losing her strength as days passed, the warmth of her body slowly seeped away from her grasp. Worst of all, I can only stood by her side, watching my dearest flower wilts away, waiting for her final moments. The doctors tried to offer some lip services in order to enlighten or at the very least, provide the faintest amount of hope but I, we, are not clueless kids. It is more than obvious that it is an incurable disease and Ana was one of the unluckiest victim of the disease which very rarely infects people, if any.

“I am sorry I can’t keep our promise.” was the last sentence I heard from Ana before she fell into an eternal slumber. I still remember how cold her hands felt back then and how the very feeling of grievance and sadness shoved me over the edge of sanity. I lost my sense of reasoning, my train of thoughts had completely been derailed and before I realized. I am already in the pitiful state I am in right now.

Writing for 10/5

Date : 10/5

Time starting : 10.44 p.m

Idea I am pursuing : Continuation of 4/10 story

Time ending :  11.00 p.m

“My friend call me Ana, it is a pleasure to meet you”, was the first greeting I received from her. It did not take me long to fall for her. Her childish way of behavior as well as her innocent yet tingling with a mature charm is more than enough to captivate any man’s heart. Soon, I realized my feeling for her and I wanted to be more than just a friend. As though it was something written in the stars, Ana also felt the same way toward me and thus began our sweeter part of lives.

There was that one time where we were playing by the beach,

“Hey, watch out. Don’t just run whenever you want. You can fall down you know?”. I called out to her.

Ana simply turned around, poked out her tongue and yelled, “Catch me if you can, slowpoke!”, then started to dash off at full speed.

“That is just like her”, I sighed to myself. Well, she is charming in her own way too.

While I am lost at my thought,

“Ouch!” I heard Ana yelled way in front of me. I told her she will hurt herself running around like that.

I catch up to her and stood down beside her,

“I told you not to ru-” and before I can finish my sentence, Ana immediately flashed a mischievous smile and proceed to push me down onto the sand while laughing heartily.

“Hahaha, got you!” she said without the slightest hint of guilt for tricking me. While pinching my cheeks, she asked “Why the long face?”,

“Just......thinking bout stuff”, I replied nonchalantly.

“Heh~~~~, thinking bout me again eh?”, god, this girl is so annoying at times.

“What if I say it’s not?”

“Then you are thinking about some other girls!”, Ana immediately pouted and with a sulky tone, mumbled “Yeah, I know I act like a kid at times, not so pretty, not that charming too” and she goes on saying every bad thing about herself that she can think of.