19th Dec 2014Posted in: Random 0

For every 1 success story on the magazine, there are 99 failures. The glitz and glamour of the 1 blinds the remainder into the following. We try to be the 1, but it’s a game of probability, willpower & dedication. Some of us succeed, some don’t. Some hit it once, some hit it twice. Some may never hit it at all.

I don’t intend to settle for 99.
I don’t intend to quit.
I am going to keep trying to be that 1.

Before that day comes,
I will stay dedicated to my task.

2nd Dec 2014Posted in: Random 0

The occasional smile
The occasional glance
The indifference
The society

Survival, they call it.
The hardness
The coldness
The who-cares attitude

The materialism
The gluttony
The seven sins

A place that was never home
A corporation on built on multi levels

Souls dying each day
Graces washed away
Oblivion on black and white

The rush the aliveness
Dead. Gone. Dust.

2nd Dec 2014Posted in: FlashFiction 0

You know, the feeling of wanting to cry but you just can’t cry, cuz you are just so empty inside that tears won’t flow.

The sensation of numbing pain, that won’t go away like an old ache, but this time, around the heart.

The sea of regrets that you are floating in, but you can get out of because there is no land. Just trapped in the middle of a vast never ending ocean.

I don’t know if time or the pain will end it all, but sometimes not waking up is better than living.

On nights like this…

I just want to sleep.

A long deep sleep.

A painless sleep.

A sleep where I am happy once more.

 

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Where am I?

I don’t know, don’t know no more.
I am still left with 50 episodes to complete on the Scarlet Queen.

I will be back.

29th Nov 2014Posted in: Features 0

Where is the music? Beautiful writing. Written by Tara Sue Me, chapter 11.
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Found the music. Chapter 14, Tara Sue Me
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The piano is where the music is coming from. Chapter 18, Tara Sue Me.

I spotted the piano at chapter 14 before reading on to chapter 18… My literature skills are spot on! And I sensed that at chapter 11 the music meant something. Hooray!

Because I see things before they happen… Watching movies has became a bore to me. I know how the script ends before it starts.

23rd Nov 2013Posted in: FlashFiction 0

Once upon a time, there lived two sisters.
One was called Light, and the other Dark.
Dark liked everything black, shiny and fancy.
Light liked everything white, sincere and heartfelt.

Dark wanted to buy the world, so she became a career woman.
Light wanted to help others, so she joined the charity.
When Light was working in the charity, Dark would sabotage her efforts. Dark would steal Light’s clothes, food and funds that she had gathered for the poor.

Light found out that Dark had stolen, not once, but on many occasions, so she asked Dark why did she do it when she has all she needed.

Dark simply said, she wanted more.

Light realised there is no end to Dark’s greed.

Eventually Light killed Dark so she can take back all that she stole so she can finally donate them rightfully to charity.

Light lived happily ever after acquiring and donating all she earned.

THE END.

8th Nov 2013Posted in: FlashFiction 0

Once you told me a story about a girl, her name was perfect ten.

She had a super model body, perfect academic scores, talented in the arts, and everything that you wanted in a girl.

She could get any job she wanted, her interviews were 10/10, there was nothing she failed in, even her family was well to do.

You fell in love with her so deep, yes you did, you compared all girls to her, and nothing was better then perfect ten.

Never did you know she had the ugliest personality of a witch and she cursed all around her, each day, she grew more powerful as she sucked the money and youth of men around her, absorbing all of whatever she could leech on from others to make her more beautiful, younger and richer.

She even had a daughter, whom she killed so that no one will know her real age.

That is the story of perfect ten, and yes, she is still alive hunting for fresh blood.

12th Sep 2013Posted in: FlashFiction 0

No matter the future may be
Our souls are linked forever
It was just like we met yesterday
Our memories are locked in that moment
Nothing, can take that away from us.

1st Sep 2013Posted in: OneLineQuotes, The Wild Chase of the Wind 0

Are there closures to roads that go in and out of our hearts?

29th Aug 2013Posted in: Her 0

The ancient chinese scholars believed in accomplishment in the four arts: calligraphy, drawing, music and strategy. In the west, the renaissance man was the ideal: to merge the world of arts and sciences together.

In the modern world, we are so focused on specialization of skills that we do not develop our full talents/abilities and might never unlock our full potential.

In every field, learn from the best, merge your awareness and heighten your consciousness to release the creative drive… waiting desperately to be unleash.

Pick up that old instrument, pick up a new language, or dance, keep learning, it might seem redundant at first, but keep exploring and experimenting, then only you can find yourself and help others.

Only time is the greatest enemy.