Christmas tickles happiness and trespasses
on the bloodline that flows through veins and the life force of life and philosophical musings that can't be untwisted out of the knot that's becoming nothing rewarding.
The tree twinkles and winks through its jewellery lighting up the light hidden within hearts and touches the smiles of children both young and old with wrinkles and smooth caresses.
Opening surprises and scrunching extra shininess to reveal temporary moments of pure bliss that last forever in the minds of the forgotten.
Friday, November 30, 2012
Friday, September 21, 2012
A Third Person Plot
How to Keep Your Bathroom Clean With Minimal Effort OR How To Get Your Sister To
Move Out
A girl with long brown hair flowing down
her shoulders in waves looked around inconspicuously only moving her eyes;
right and left, and right again, and then looked down at her diary. It was late
at night and she was supposed to be in bed but she had a plan she needed to
finish planning. It was in its ultimate stage of production. To finish it off
with a cherry on top, she had decided to make a brochure on how to execute the
plan.
She had it all planned.
The brochures would be handed out to random
passers by and subtly placed with other brochures. The brochure would then give
basic steps to execute the task, however, if a person wanted to have a little
more info on the steps, there would be a link to her blog in the last panel of
the brochure. Her blog contained the finishing details that would help a person
commit to the plan which would mean that more than just one person could
achieve her plan.
She felt it was an important part of life -
scheming and plotting the removal of her older sister from their house.
She reread her words, editing here and there.
[The brochure content (plus further details)
is as follows.]
Are you good at delegating
and have basic skills in manipulation?
If yes – open this panel
If no - open this panel
Is this what your bathroom
looks like?
AND
How much of the mess is
because of your older sister?
Note beforehand: this method may take
months, maybe even years. But once the mission is completed, I guarantee
satisfaction and a feeling of being at peace.
Getting Your Sister To Move Out
1.
Get her a
boyfriend
-choose wisely and subtly
-choose someone who she sees regularly (maybe someone at the gym)
- approaching the person may at first be very awkward but once you assure him that your sister is foxy, he’ll be fine with the little suggestion to ask her out.
-choose wisely and subtly
-choose someone who she sees regularly (maybe someone at the gym)
- approaching the person may at first be very awkward but once you assure him that your sister is foxy, he’ll be fine with the little suggestion to ask her out.
2.
Make sure they
don’t break up within a couple of weeks
-mediate and calm fights
-do this by being there for your sister (I know I know, it’s hard to do but you must try because it will also ensure that you two will still be close once she’s moved out)
-mediate and calm fights
-do this by being there for your sister (I know I know, it’s hard to do but you must try because it will also ensure that you two will still be close once she’s moved out)
3.
Plant the idea of
moving in with him in her head via Inceptiion
-watch the movie Inception for clarification
-If, in fact, you cannot enter anyone’s dreams, you may just have to subliminally plant the idea in her head by discussing how good it would be to move out of the house/ how good it would be to live with your boyfriend (the more creative the less suspicious she will be of your intentions)
-watch the movie Inception for clarification
-If, in fact, you cannot enter anyone’s dreams, you may just have to subliminally plant the idea in her head by discussing how good it would be to move out of the house/ how good it would be to live with your boyfriend (the more creative the less suspicious she will be of your intentions)
4.
Act interested
but distant
-throughout the whole relationship
-this keeps her unaware of your manipulations (being too close might and probably will make her suspicious)
-throughout the whole relationship
-this keeps her unaware of your manipulations (being too close might and probably will make her suspicious)
5.
Deliver goodbye
sincerely
-don’t overdo it by crying (we all know you don’t love her that much)
-Actors will have an advantage in this area
-don’t overdo it by crying (we all know you don’t love her that much)
-Actors will have an advantage in this area
6.
Convince your
sister to clean the bathroom one last time
-this is where your manipulation skills will come in handy
-nostalgia is a good device for manipulation here
-this is where your manipulation skills will come in handy
-nostalgia is a good device for manipulation here
7.
Rejoice in a
clean bathroom
-Jump around in joy shouting, “Yay!” or “Woot!” etc. (make sure you’re sister is gone before you do this).
-Jump around in joy shouting, “Yay!” or “Woot!” etc. (make sure you’re sister is gone before you do this).
[End of brochure]
She smiled to herself, hugged her diary,
and then placed it carefully on the floor. She switched off her light and
vanished as darkness enfolded her dreams.
Monday, June 4, 2012
The Trials Of Arabella
The Trials of Arabella
By
Tara Tsang
A bee was buzzing around a frizzy head full of dull brown
hair. The bright pink flower that appeared to be growing out of her head was
its target. She ducked and jumped and the bee flew in circles confused then buzzed
away. The girl next to her hadn’t noticed a thing; she was still vividly describing
her experiences of time travel. She disappeared when Arabella blinked and an
old man was holding her hand. She looked down and found her own hands matching
his. Her hands were intricately lined with papery wrinkles. She turned them
over and was fascinated by how, unlike trees, a human’s age could be guessed by
appearance alone.
She blinked again and she was back next to the girl. The
girl was staring at her side on.
“Well? How was it? What did you see?”
She told her there was an old man and an old woman holding
hands. Her friend stopped walking and stepped in front of her locking eye
contact. Arabella looked back but drifted into a blurry state. Her eyes focused
on nothing and her breathing became very loud in her head. Another sound suddenly
interrupted her peaceful world and her friend came into focus again.
“You need to stop ignoring me Bell, or something bad might
happen.”
Her friend’s new nickname for her sounded weird on her
tongue and in her head. Bell…
“I think we
need to do this together. Tomorrow.”
“Bell. Bell…Bell.”
She muttered the new word letting it be tested on her taste
buds. She then tried a nickname for her friend. “George, Geor, Gee…Gee!”
“Okay Gee. Tomorrow it is.”
Both girls’ mouths twitched at the ends and the beginnings
of hysterical laughter followed. They fell about flailing their limbs as
passers by kept a wide berth. Only one person, who was busy looking at their
phone, tripped over a foot carelessly placed to stop Arabella from falling. In
her place, the person fell and their phone battery ended up a metre or so away.
The girls had disappeared and the person was turning around in circles
searching for something, any sign of what caused the fall. Nobody turned to
stare and the person got up and left never realising the truth.
The future didn’t change much in 10 minutes. He blinked and
the girls stared at him. A unison apology was mouthed and they walked away
quickly almost falling into giggles every so often. They were gone and he was
still there. De ja vu sprang to his mind but he had to get somewhere so he
thought nothing of it. He fixed his phone and organised his belongings, started
texting and was gone in another few minutes.
Gee looked back knowing he couldn’t see them. She saw the
shift in time as it had happened. As the fall was occurring, the light touch of
her fingertips had caressed some hairs on the unfamiliar arm. It was the first
time in a long time she had slipped up. Arabella was a recent venture, but not
an accident. Accidents were usually purposeful and coincidences quite fixed. It
wasn’t fate, but a way of creating lifelong moments. One of these moments
turned Arabella and Gee into lifelong friends but another moment could as
easily erase that forever. The cycle goes on.
Gee had chosen Arabella to feel and see new futures, which
would only happen as long as she was with her, the passerby, would not.
Arabella was completely ordinary. Her ideals were revealed
on the covering of flowers on her walls, kind letters to distant family members
and friendly smiles to strangers. Her mind didn’t seem to have much in it which
either meant it’d be easier for her to absorb new information or nothing would
stick. She was a child whose mind was never focused on one thing but lots of
other things.
Her age limited the information she could provide but what
were you to do?
The only thing Arabella needed to know was that to time
travel all you had to do was touch her skin. And however long you took in the
future, when you returned, you came back to the same instant you left.
Gee quirked the ends of her lips up and acted as though
nothing were going through her mind. She touched Arabella’s shoulder through the
lace on Arabella’s sleeve and both were gone.
The future wasn’t altogether too interesting; it was like a
mystery not worth solving. For example, figuring out which sibling lied about
eating the last bit of chocolate. It happened and knowing who did it would not
change the fact.
The future was a bright sunny day with fluffed up pale
clouds. The buildings surrounding the lonely park overshadowed the colour
making it look saturated and lifeless. There was a man with white hair sticking
out of his nostrils and ears. His left leg didn’t hold him up well when he
walked and his coat quivered every so often.
There was one square of sunlight that was vacated by a boy
and a girl laughing and rolling around. Their hands were stuck together and
occasionally their lips were as well. Then there was Arabella and Gee.
They had red lips from eating strawberries. One of the seeds
had stuck to Arabella’s lower lip. She licked it constantly without success.
They both had raincoats on, one yellow and one pink. The bright shiny plastic
tried to catch what sunlight it could while the girls jumped up and down in
star shapes.
“This is not warming me up. Can’t we just steal some
sunlight?”
“If we interfere we might change something. The future can
only be changed by the past.”
“But it’s freezing!”
Gee shakes her head and fists Bell’s hands in hers.
“Let’s breathe on them together.”
“Fine”
They blew out one breath and then took one step and were
back in their own time. It was cloudy with various shades of grey tinting the
sky. Their gumboots touched dry ground and the people around them bustled past
like a raging stampede. They tried edging, clambering, sneaking, and other
various forms of creeping to get out but didn’t move an inch. So they stood
there by an empty chair and waited for everyone to stop.
They felt little specks of weight hit their raincoats and as
Gee looked up Arabella sat down. She then proceeded to turn her gumboots upside
down by sticking her feet up in the air. Her back was against the part of the
chair her bottom was supposed to be and her bottom and legs were resting on the
back of the chair. Gee looked down and rolled her eyes.
Arabella had had one of those miraculous ideas that came to
you out of the blue and made themselves so amazing in your mind that when
spoken out loud, the person didn’t realise how ridiculous they sounded.
She crossed her arms and sat there on her back. People
started staring as they hurried along. Some people slowed. It was perfect. As
the crowd slowed even more, they ran out of the spotlight and high fived the
unplanned plan.
The adrenaline made Arabella spin, jump, whirl, and sing. It
was a lovely combination but there were a few judgemental eyes here and there.
Gee ignored her extravagant use of extra energy and stood nearby waiting. A
policeman saw the commotion and wandered on over.
“Where are your parents?”
Gee, startled, looked hard at the policeman.
“Parents. What parents? Where?”
“Ignore her, she’s just a little hyped up.”
The policeman raised one eyebrow and frowned.
The two girls looked lost and lonely. They were dancing
about and no one was there to stop them creating trouble.
“I’m afraid I’m going to have to bring you to my supervisor.
Come with me.”
He held out his hand and Gee, sighing, took Arabella’s hand,
which kept jerking uncontrollably, and then took his.
The policeman pulled them along with his gloved hand and
talked in his walky-talky.
“What’s happening Gee?”
“We’re being
taken to people who think they know what’s best for us.”
“Oh.”
Arabella blinked and her urges to run were subdued only by
Gee’s cold fingers. As the rain got heavier she started shivering, a little at
first but it soon turned into violent shakes and their hands were getting slipperier.
The policeman’s pull was getting stronger and her hand was slipping from
Arabella’s. She tightened her grip but on the wrong hand and lost her. Gee saw
the shift in time just before she lost her. She was devastated and panicked.
She jerked her hand away from the policeman and ran
backwards.
The policeman looked back and both children were gone,
completely lost in the crowd. He had to make a decision; hope the children were
fine or report them missing. He chose the former but stood there looking back
for a very long time causing him to not see the wallet that was nicked sneakily
from a woman. The wallet missing wasn’t noticed till much later. The woman
phoned the police and incidentally, the same policeman who never noticed the
robbery, picked up the phone. They met for the first time at his office and it
went on from there.
Gee reached out, touched too many people, and finally
managed to find Arabella sitting on the ground soaking wet inside her raincoat.
She had a blue tinge about her and Gee quickly pulled her up and into her arms.
She twitched as her skin felt Arabella’s outside pocket. It was so cold it
burnt. She continued to rub her so she would warm up and closed her eyes. When
she opened her eyes again the crowd had disappeared and it was darker. Arabella
was still breathing and her eyes were open. She looked confused. She smiled at
her friend and pulled out a melted icy pole where Gee had felt the scary biting
coldness. Gee started laughing and squeezed Arabella tighter.
“You scared me!”
“I saw something!”
“Did you hear me? You scared me!”
Arabella, distracted by Gee’s words, grabbed her hand.
“I’m sorry Georgia. I am.”
Her demeanour had altered slightly. It had become more
focused, more understanding, more…mature. She had seen something that had
changed her, something no one can un-see.
“What did you see Bell?”
Arabella looked around quickly and then with all seriousness
whispered,
“The end.”
Monday, March 12, 2012
Writing Exercise
Batman (Beowulf
interpretation description[ basically a batman version of the prologue])
Hear
me! We've heard of comic heroes,
Contemporary
legends and the good they wrought,
For
themselves, choosing fists over guns swinging mighty punches!
He
travelled over seas to become master of all martial arts and travelled back to
Gotham city alone,
An
orphaned child, but changed his own fate,
Lived
to be rich, and subtly admired in both mask and face. He rules Wayne
Enterprises: wherever his employers invest
without
debate. There was a rich man! And he gave them less than his time and more
glory to himself
Than
any ever realised, Became Batman by night, and fought
criminals for justice
Carrying
on his father's legacy. They had lived,
before
his coming, justice free and crime filled;
Now
the Dark Knight by sunset and spoilt rich kid Bruce Wayne at sunrise,
boss
of Wayne Enterprises, bless them with the silent bat vigilante,
Whose
power and fame spreads throughout the city of Gotham.
Friday, March 9, 2012
Adventure One Circus
I wake up in the circus.
I don’t remember why.
What letter does my name start with?
“Who are you?”
An inquisitive stare is directed at me; a
man I think. I quickly list a few possible names that I like.
“Scarlett Stocking.”
He looks at me imploringly and I notice his
chin is unshaven, his eyes have smudges of darkness underneath them and his
physique hints at his everyday work. There is something missing from his gaze
that once gave him that spark that makes men handsome.
“Look, I don’t know who you are or how you
got here but you have to leave.”
“I came for the circus of course! Can’t I
work here?”
He closes his eyes and sighs. He mutters
something about lost girls always being so hard to say no to.
“Go pack up the tents then. Barry’s over
there. Ask him about it.”
He waves his hand in a vague direction and
shakes his head as he walks off.
I realise I’m sitting in the middle of a
patch of green grass. Its swaying is dreamy and hypnotic. A noise so loud it bursts
in my eardrums startles me and I grasp the logic hidden beneath my thoughts
that someone is shouting in my ear. His voice is deep, and scratchy like he
uses it all the time in this same manner.
“Will you stop shouting? It is disturbing
the grass.”
I frown at him. This man has a jagged scar
across his arm in the shape of a lightning bolt. His head is shaved really short
to the point it’s almost invisible. He grabs my arm and pulls me almost jerking
my arm out of its socket. His hand is hard like a smooth pebble. I let him pull
me across the field to the striped tents. He has a kindness about him, almost
innocent in contrast to how he handles my arm. Its stark contrast is puzzling
and intriguing.
“Are you Barry?”
His grunt in reply tells me nothing.
“Do you like the circus Barry?”
Silence continues to emanate from him like a
light in the darkness. The ground is hard and biting my bare feet, like the hot
coals people walk across to impress other people. I see the stars twinkle and
something catches, a slight movement of light in my clenched hand. I ease the
tension and find a paper star faintly flickering speckles of light dancing
across my palm. Barry looks back but I quickly hide the star with a slight of
hand trick that isn’t a trick. It disappears completely and I find it later in
the folds of my velvet midnight blue dress that matches the colour of darkness.
A curl falls across my eye as I pull a peg
out. I brush it out of my face and notice the small red drops of blood. Pulling
pegs is hard work. I sit down on a frequently flattened patch of grass and will
for the tent to fold itself. I close my eyes and imagine the universe and its
infinite darkness fills with freckles of stardust sparkling. Colour ribbons
across milky ways and the burning yellow and red of the sun spreads itself as
far as it can reach like it’s trying to keep the universe from being swallowed up by the
blackness that encompasses most of it, and in turn creates the shadows it wishes to
eliminate.
I also imagine the heavy stiff tent in
space floating toward me and curling in on itself in accordance with each
gesture my fingertips make. I feel a power leaking from me and I see a golden
thread trickle across space to the fabric of the tent. As the last fold is
complete I open my eyes and surprise inhabits me and makes me jump. Two bright
blue eyes are a few inches away from my eyelashes.
A little boy is staring at me with a
knowing look and I look away uncomfortable. His soft delicate hands reach for mine
and I unexpectedly meet them halfway. My hand looks much less innocent in his. As
we skip to somewhere else, I glance back and wonder how long I’d been sitting
there because the tent was gone.
He lets go and I am directly in front of
the man who let me work here.
“I see you’ve met Leo. I’m Derick.”
He holds his hand out and I take it and
feel the calluses he has collected over time. There are so many different
hands. My hands feel different; they aren’t supposed to be here. I blink and
the thoughts disappear.
“Nice to meet you Derick.”
I nod politely and begin a curtsey but he
stops me.
“We don’t do that here.”
He looks sadly down at me and wonders why
the pretty ones are always lost. I can sense it in the way our hands met just
moments before. I feel the connection then, as if without him, I wither with
mother nature as the season changes from spring to autumn. I die as winter ends and I exist no more.
He isn’t old, but is aged with the experiences
life gave him. He understands things I will never begin to comprehend.
I wish he would smile.
I wish he would smile.
Monday, March 5, 2012
I have made stars
I have made stars
for the sky
I believe they will sparkle all the more in the dark
They will float on strings of golden thread and each and every one will trick the sparkle in your eye
into the love you will feel.
The feeling won't go away for a very long time
but it will linger and linger away
causing a series of events that might end up tearing paper but it
will
carry you into a new world
a world where not knowing is how you live.
A life of ignorance is normal and
simplicity is valued.
You will enter this world by catching a star
And each star will want its freedom back
but your greed will store away every single one
and they will forever be sad.
Sad like a giant hand reaching for a hermit crab.
Sad like the clouds before it rains.
There will be fewer and fewer stars to share and fewer and fewer people to delight in the magic.
The magic of the colours in rainbows.
The magic of waking up next to someone you love.
The magic of fairy lights in the sky.
It will be dangerous.
Dangerous like nature.
Dangerous like man-made objects.
Dangerous like humans.
To keep so many stars in one place.
And so the adventure must begin.
It's time!
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