Showing posts with label scribblez. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scribblez. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Passing is never easy

 ~My friends mother passed away recently, and I attended the crevice yesterday. Here`s a little poem I wrote for her:

When I was little
They used to sing
Oh sing of merry many things
 
They never made much sense to me
I heard them, those tunes
Such pretty tunes
But they never made much sense to me 
 
Now off you go
To lands unknown
As you`ve heard their melodies too
 
Ringing in tune, in tune
 
But in your form
In your state
You shall comprehend the words they once said
 
As children hear
but do not comprehend
and the dead, they remember
and now it all makes sense.
 
Farewell, for now
We shall soon meet again.
`Karneval`, they say
Goodbye to meet again.
 
~It`s a random mash up of words(or my feelings ._. ) Thank you for taking me to school when I was Form 3 during when school hours were in the afternoon. Thank you for fetching me home when my mother was unavailable. Thank you for allowing me to come to your house during form 4 and 5 to study there. Thank you for giving birth to Emily, my friend.
 
~Other than that, here are some writing tips that was on Tumblr, which linked back to this website => Body Language Cheat Sheet for Writers
 
 
 
~Listening to `Carry on` by FUN:
 
 
(12/3/2013) 
 

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Character Encounters

~I decided to do this Character Encounters thing Kendra is having!! Here`s the link => Character Encounters. *Dances* I had fun doing it!! (HAPPY BIRTHDAY KENDRA!!!! =D ) Here`s my character(s) encounters :

A piece of chocolate cake made a full arc before hitting me right in the face. Giggling, I keep moving to dodge the other eatables coming from every direction. What had caused this disaster to ensue? Beats me. One moment we are all celebrating Kendra`s birthday, singing her birthday song, and the next moment her cousin grabs a handful of tiny pretzels and throws them at the boy sitting beside him. Something about wanting the first piece of cake.

Naturally the boy retaliated, and now everyone got dragged into it. The lady with the camera was screaming for order. Tough luck. I looked down at my mustard stained dress and smirked. Mum is going to freak out when she sees this. Told her dresses bring bad luck


But the food fight was getting a little too violent for my liking. I needed a place to shield myself from the chaos until everybody regained their sanity. Frantically looking left and right, I spotted the long food table covered with a what used to be white table cloth which fell all the way down to the ground. Perfect!

Running towards the long table, I ducked a flying pie. I went under the table cloth(which was now stained to look like a rainbow made out of sauces) and into a narrow space. Apparently I was not the only one who thought to take cover. There was a ginger haired girl sitting beside me, her back to me. She was talking to someone in front of her. Tapping her shoulder, I said :

"Excuse me, but could you scoot over? It`s quite cramped over here."

She turned around to face me, her violet eyes making contact with my black ones. I gasped in shock. Her ears! They were the pointiest ears I have ever seen! But that was not the reason I was shocked. I`ve seen people spend good money to get plastic surgery done to make their ears look elf like. I gasped because the face I was staring at belonged to Savera. 

"I`m sorry." Savera said as her companion pulled her closer towards the other end. Only, her companion was Moon, the fox-kind! With the mauve furred fox ears and tail swishing behind her and everything! I was sure they noticed my astonished countenance immediately.

"Are you okay, miss?" Savera asked, waving her hand in front of my face.

"Savera? Is that really you?" I asked, poking her cheek. Then I turned to look at Moon and touched her ears. They were so soft! Like petting a really fluffy dog! 

Moon shoved my hand a way, knitting her eyebrows. "Don`t do that!"

"You guys dimension hopping?" I asked, folding my legs and looking around. "So, where`s Renex, Nixil, Aleha and the rest?" We sat in a sort of circle, unable to make a proper circle thanks to the lack of space. The noise from above has yet to subside.

"Yup! Renex has gone to find an Internet connection and Nixil found- OW!" Savera exclaimed, rubbing her arm.

"Idiot! Don`t tell this person anything! We know nothing about her! How does she even know us??" I heard Moon whisper angrily at Savera. I smiled.

"Don`t you remember, Moon? Our dreams have been linked for ages! You and me and the rest of the gang!" Moon`s   eyes narrowed while Savera`s eyes widened.

"Yes! Yes, I remember! But only in dreams! I told you sooo much of my life! You`re supposed to keep a journal on everything I tell you, right? So how`s that been going?" Savera asked, all in one go.

I scratched the back of my head. "Um, well... I`m still working on it..."

Moon came closer to me, staring at me suspiciously. Then she uttered a very familiar song. "Kiss the moon, dream of noon. Sing a tune, to banish the gloom." 

"Catch a star, from a far. Make a wish, and hatred will perish." I continued with ease. Moon grinned.

"You`re the psychiatrist I keep meeting at Dreamland, aren`t you? How`s your book going?"

I rolled my eyes. "Can the both of you stop asking about it? I`m working on it, okay?"

The table cloth got pushed up and in came a female with similar features to Moon. "Hey guys! Look what some kid threw at me!" Star exclaimed, shoving a bag of potato chips in Moon`s face as she took a seat beside her sister. Her hair was dripping wet with soda, but she seemed not to mind. "No matter where you are in the universe, they charge you for the air inside the potato chip packet!" She turned the packet around and saw the price tag, her eyes widening. "At least where we come from, it`s reasonably priced!"

"Hey Star." Star looked up at me.

"Oh. Hey River."

"Can I know what happened to the rest of you guys?"

"Oh, yeah! As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted." The elf glared at Moon, who rolled her eyes. "Nix found this really interesting plant that eats flies and is trying to see how it works. Aleha tagged along with Ela. Problem is, we don`t know where Ela went!"

"And we were devising a plan to find her before we were interrupted." Moon added. I took notice of the links of silver made to be a bracelet around their hands. Star crunched on a potato chip noisily(but it was subdued greatly by the commotion outside the safety of below the table.) and offered the chips around. I took one and ate it. Salty.

"I say we go out there and scream for her. Nothing works better than yelling. Why do you think parents do it all the time?" Star suggested.

Right at that moment, the table got knocked over. Once again, my being was jeopardized.(and so was my dress.) The scenario had still not changed. In fact, it was just getting worse. I saw Kendra having fun though, so the food fight was not a total loss. 

At that moment, the front door slammed open. Everyone paused in mid action, staring at the entrance. The lady behind the camera earlier now stood there holding a loudspeaker. She yelled into it, warning everybody that if they did not clean up this mess right away, the party would be over and their parents would hear about this. A wave of sighs were heard around the room as food was dropped and shoulders slouched.

 Looking around, I noticed that the elf and the fox-kind siblings were missing in action. Did they just leave me like that? I searched my surroundings in vain. As I slumped my head, I saw a napkin on my shoulder. Yuck! Removing it from my shoulder, I realized that there were words written using mustard on it in horrible writing. Squinting, I attempted at deciphering it.

`Gtg! Wil Upd8 u at DrmLd!` I smiled. 
~~~~~~
~In case anyone`s wondering, it says : `Got to go, will update you at Dreamland.`Now, back to my hiatus *crawls under blanket to hide from the cruel world.* Maybe i`ll just update once each week from now on....
 ~*Also, advanced HAPPY CHINESE NEW YEAR!!!! ^^ *~

Listening to : (If I lose myself - One Republic.)
 

"I want to live my life, not record it." -Jackie Kennedy.



Saturday, January 19, 2013

Chapter 2 - Why are information brokers such donkeys?

 Dude set firecrackers to my cat!

<< Chap 1 
  
 Eva may be beautiful, but that in no way made her dumb. No, she was far from it. She just didn`t like showing it. Keep a low profile and people expect less of you and all that, you know? She liked the television. A lot. Showing she was smart would surely have gotten her into college, but that would have meant that her time with her loved one would be shortened, right? No good risking it. She had Kyo to leech from, after all.

When Kyo had entered his room only to come out screaming moments later, pointing at something inside the room accusingly, she had deduced it was Kia before giving it much thought. How? Well, why else would he be screaming "You bloody bastard, Kia! I`m gonna call the polic on your smug face! How the hay did you get in?!"

She sighed. Not gonna get any proper television watching with him screaming like a maniac. She got up, turned off the television and walked into Kyo`s room.

"Kia." she said, her voice cold.

Friday, January 18, 2013

What`s all this nonsense about luck that you speak of?

Dude set firecrackers to my cat!


This is Kyo, our protagonist. At this moment, our blond friend hides behind a dumpster in a dingy graffiti decorated alley with a brand new camera in his hands. Now, what was our protagonist up to? Well, he was being a stalker. He was snapping shots of the ruby eyed male selling drugs to a shabby looking teen whose countenance portrayed the futures of one who seemed to always be higher than Heaven.

No, this was not his job. He was not even being paid to do this. He worked as a journalist for Pets Weekly. But that animal abuser a few feet away from him deserved justice called upon his sorry ass, and this was proof enough. Smiling to himself smugly, Kyo got up from his crouching position as soon as the teen entered a rusty red door at the other end of the deserted alley.

"Ha! You`re so screwed, Kia! Or should I call you dick instead? Your parents should have named you dick!" Kyo shouted to the red eyed man he was stalking, who was now striding towards him.

"See this camera? Has your illegal crud all in it! You`re over, dude. So screwed!" Kyo continued, now taking small steps back. Kia smirked as he picked up a trash can lid from the floor. Kyo`s yellow eyes widened.


Thursday, January 17, 2013

I wish criminals were smarter...

1/18/2013 - Friday.(2:21am)

~It would probably be stupid of me to say this, but i just don`t think there`s enough smart badness in this world. If there was, our police won`t be deciphered in cartoons all fat like and eating doughnuts most of the time. When I watch shows like Sherlock or Monk where genius detectives are involved, there`s always a cool crime waiting to be solved. 



~In reality, everyday I read my newspapers to find some politician having dirt dug up on him, or suicide cases. The most common trending cases now a days are rape cases. Everyday there`s a rape case without fail. Seriously? Intelligent bad dudes, where the heck are you guys hiding?? These `tarded criminals are soiling your reputations!

~There have been cases of robberies where criminals rob stores without wearing masks =.= There`s also epic cases with robbers robbing the same store they work in during their break. Best part is that they wear their uniform, with their name tag and all still on it, while attempting the robbery. Gosh, what did I just research?

~And truth be told, many crime cases go unsolved. What ARE the police doing anyway? We need more private detectives ._. You know, the ones who always have some disguise up their sleeves. Just add a mustache, it does the trick. Who knows, if police stay this way, maybe i`ll rob a bank someday?(Anyone wanna join me? Jk, jk) Reminds me of Flypaper, where the two groups decide to rob the same bank on the same day. What are the odds?

Thieves.

Lets become thieves!
Who wear masks and mustaches
We`ll roam the nights in leather tights
Darkness be our cover
Shadows be our eyes

Should we learn how to climb rooftops first?
Probably so, lets take lessons in acrobats.
You`ll do all the swinging, I`ll do the thinking.
Then let me in.
I`ll be waiting.

So many victims, such little time.
Who shall we rob first, that house along street nine?
There`s a widower there, with her Coo-Koo cats.
Careful of her cookies.
They say they`re made of bats!

We`ll set sleeping gas inside her house.
What? No, no murder. There`s cats as her witness!
Do I believe in hell, you ask?
Of course!
Else where would I end up in once i`m gone?

Oi! Careful! Don`t break the lady`s vase.
She may be drugged, don`t mean her neighbours are!
Hush! I know we live next to her!
Just. Keep a low profile, please!

Yes, i`m stealing her chicken, got a problem?
I`m hungry. Can`t rob a house on an empty tummy...

I`ve gotten all the jewelry
Have you gotten all the money? Good.
What about the pearl necklace
That fat cat has around its neck?
No? Fine then we`ll leave it.
~Miao

Shit! What the heck was that?
Oh, just that sleeping dreaming cat.
Gosh it`s a feline land mine in here!
I wonder how many she has now.
98 you say? You counted?
Should we leave her note to thank her?
Oh, great! You`ve thought of it before I did!
Excellent!

Now off we go, before some cat decides to get up.
The demons pets, them are, hurry!

And off we go with our booty
Lets do this again sometime, shall we?

~RSN

~These horrible post-midnight posts should teach me not to write past midnight.... I never learn, do I? I type while i`m sleeping. It`s like sleepwalking, only it`s called sleeptyping. It`s a thing. It exists. Fine, toodles!!

~"Nature was in her beryl apron, mixing fresher air." -Emily Dickinson.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

~*My four diaries*~

~My first Diary`s first page.
~All my diaries.



















1/9/2013 - Wednesday.
Time : 5:34p.m, Moth. (The name of my room.)

~Because video-loading is taking tortoise slow and i`m dying with boredom, i`m gonna post images of all my old diaries here.

~Let me tell you about Moth. My room got its name because when we first moved in in the middle of 2012, there was a dead moth at the entrance of my room. At the door actually, as if it was waiting my arrival.... but died waiting ._. It was quite large and had dark grey wings. In its memory, I gave my room the name Moth. Also, I`m now adding the date and place i`m at during that period of time because I did it in my diaries.

~I hope he looks this way ._.
~Following the neon orange of ugly written numbers are the order of my diaries from one to four. All diaries are almost completed (save for around 4 pages at the end for me to write in after 6 years pass since I began that diary.) Only the fourth diary isn`t completed because I started blogging instead. I wrote almost everyday in my diaries. The difference with a diary and blog is that for diaries, you have space limit. As in, I try to keep an entry at most 4 pages long to save space. With a blog I get to type to my hearts content. Downside, i add photos instead of getting to doodle on my blog as I do on my diary. I`m going to post the doodles I did from the first two diaries here. 

~This Death picture I doodled cause on that day we went visiting the new house when it was still under construction. Me and Nar were the only ones in the third story. My curiosity got the better of me as I went to a part of the room which was still being constructed. I fell through the roof ._. Ok, my leg went through the ceiling and before I could fall any further, Nar grabbed my hand and struggled to pull me up. I owe him my life! o_o Shush! Don`t tell him I said that! I remember the fear I felt and the way my heart pounded. It was horrible. But no, my life did not flash before my eyes. *Thank God!*

~Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood!!
~This I doodled after watching Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood on Animax without using pencil to sketch first first. Elric`s eyes are so screwed >_< No, I have not completed watching the series. Let me tell you a bit more about me. I start many things and then leave it uncompleted. I suck that way, I know. It`s a flaw which I find truly difficult to correct.

~The two people dancing was drawn beside a poem I wrote. I dedicated this poem to `The Graveyard Book` by Neil Gaiman in my diary. It`s just that when I read that book, at the Dance Macabre chapter, I had feels. I can`t recall how I felt now cause it was what? Two or three years since Nix lent it to me to read. Hold on, i`ll copy the poem from my diary here.
Another Memory.

Laugh, cry, sing and dance
I take my hat off to your rhyme.
Merry, merry as can be
brings back old memories.

Some with glee
Others with pain
But what`s one
Without the other?

Take my hand
and i`ll take yours.
Together we`ll dance
Till morning comes.

All for one
and one for all.
Dance where all the
white flowers fall.

When the moon yawns
It`ll just be
One more memory
for you and me.

~*RSN*~

~The Messiah Code.
 ~I could have sworn the words took up more place on my diary ._. My poems last time consisted of so few words in a sentence.... Probably because I wrote using big fonts.... The next doodle I did after reading `The Messiah Code` by Michael Cordy. It`s of the four main characters and how I imagined them to look like. Holly`s such a brave adorable girl!

~Jammy Dodgers.
~Jammy Dodgers! Author is Bowering Sivers. Thanks Nix for introducing me to this book! I read two of them. Both of which she lent me. Ned, Jem and Billy`s mischief's are simply such fun to read. And I like the setting of the story. I`m a sucker for Victorian era stories. Or anything set in post Britian really. I admire the clothing designs of Victorian Era <3 I`ve read Jammy Dodgers on the run and Jammy Dodgers go Underground.

~A meme?
 ~This I doodled after Chemistry class. No, i`m not good at making meme`s or whatever. I just did this for fun. It`s fun to doodle, you know? The joys of art-ing shall forever remain in me, even when i`m old and prune-like and probably sour. (Which I hope to avoid becoming.) Who knows, maybe I`ll kill myself if I end up living for too long and becoming a burden to others. *shrugs* Tomorrows a mystery.

~Really old Elaris and Aleha doodle.

~Elaris Evalias and Aleha Onzran.
~Elaris and Aleha are one of the many Original Character`s (OC`s) I have. Elaris is a ladybug-kind while Aleha is a Cloud child. I`m still in the process of writing a novel with them in it. =) I had these characters for ages, but I only recently decided to give them a story. Anyway, the coloured picture of them I did ages ago. Elaris now has red hair instead of orange, and her eyes are emerald green. Aleha`s pretty much the same though. The full body drawing of them is retarded, I know. I drew this back in 2011.(Look properly at the image and you can spot the date.) Their heads are too large for their bodies....
~Super Tiny Ciel doodle.

~Here`s a Ciel Phantomhive doodle. He`s asleep.There`s a rumor going around that a Black Butler movie is going to be made!! I hope it doesn`t suck!! *Fingers crossed* Looking back at my old diaries and diary doodles make me feel nostalgic.... Ok, Death Note episode 33 has finally loaded! Toodles! <3

~"Ashes to ashes, dust to dust.
Life of sadness, lost to lust.
Close your eyes, and you will see.
The world`s not a place, deemed fit to be.
 ~*RSN*~ (Me!)

Thursday, January 3, 2013

What Keeps Me Awake

 

What Keeps Me Awake.

~The moon is out and the stars are gleaming, and I`m awake instead of dreaming.
My bed beside me, it cries for a body. To wrap itself under its cozy sheets and keep it company.
I would go now, turn off my lights and rest my head. If it were not for the toy beside my bed.
It stares at me with glowing, knowing eyes. Waiting for me to rest, to steal my soul at last.
~NO! No, I shall not let it outsmart me! I shall not sleep, not till it is banished!
But how do you get rid of an unmovable object? How would you play the game I`m caught up in?
I`ve grown so old, so very weak and tired. Maybe it IS time for me to sell my soul to the Devil.
They say he`s evil, but why would that be? I have never met him, so I cannot say.
~Why would he torture his subjects, if they did what he wanted them to do?
Why would he hurt those who support him? Who keep halls filled with life?
I get not the logic of the living, but maybe it is because I am slowly fading.
My eyelids are going heavy, my eyes slowly closing.
~Farewell world I have resided in. A world where memories were made and life well lived.
The demon`s toy, it waits. It calls. I hear it whisper, in the halls. 
In the creaks of old staircases and the whistles of latched windows.
I`m going now, and if allowed, I shall tell you if Hell is hallow.
For I go to Hell for the company, as you may go to Heaven for the scenery.
~*RSN*~ Written because I can`t sleep and have the urge to write. Last line is taken from a Mark Twain quote because Mark Twain is AWESOME.

1/4/2012 - Friday.
~Ok, I`ve been doing research about the Three Act Structure. It contains of the beginning, where all characters are introduced as well as the problem is revealed. The second part is the middle, where all the conflict and interesting events take place. It also usually ends with things looking bad for the character. Like, when it looks like all hope is lost and the rivals have won. Try to make your reader cry here? The third part is where everything is magically solved. Either your hero finds a way to solve their problems or they just die.
~Wreck-it Ralph.
~I`m going to compare this to Wreck-it Ralph cause I love that show so freaking much!! At the beginning, we are introduced to Ralph. He`s a dude who just wants to be appreciated. To gain what he wants, he needs to get a medal. Ok, problem, see? Cause he`s not the hero, and villains, well, they usually don`t get medals.
~At part two, he goes off to get his medal. He also has to go through tons of obstacles and conflicts to get that medal. He even meets Vanellope and they become buddies. There`s conflict between Vanellope and King Candy, and later Vanellope and Ralph. The conflict between Ralph and Vanellope even made me cry. And the way King Candy convinced Ralph about Vanellope`s problem, even I believed him! When Sugar Rush was about to be consumed by Cy-Bugs, it made me feel that there was no hope left.
~Then there is Act three, or the third part, where Ralph came up with a brilliant plan and saved them all. Lovely ending. In other words, the majority of wonderful movies use this Three Act Structure formula. My story, however, is so messy I don`t know where the first act ends and the second starts ._. Never mind, I write for the love of writing!!(And to tell my character`s stories. Don`t want them getting upset with me, do I?)
~About the five important elements of a story. I can`t believe this, but my English teacher used to stress on these points and I recall saying `Meh! As long as I understand the story and pass my exams, I`m happy. To hell with your analyzing of every little part of the story` Oh! How I wish I had paid more attention to her during class! 
~I kind of understand about Character, Setting, Plot and Theme. It`s the Conflict that always gets to me! Anyway, it`s well past midnight  and I want to watch more Death Note. And no, i`m not selling my soul to the Devil. I think only white people do that.(No offence, but seriously. I haven`t watched a show or read a story where a black dude makes a deal with a Demon or Devil.) Toodles!! <3
~"I wonder if I've been changed in the night? Let me think: was I the same when I got up this morning? I almost think I can remember feeling a little different. But if I'm not the same, the next question is "Who in the world am I?" Ah, that's the great puzzle!" -Lewis Carroll.

Saturday, November 17, 2012

~*White Concrete World Below*~

Saturday - 17/11/2012.
WHITE CONCRETE WORLD BELOW.
~
The curtains are dancing to the song of the wind.
The wind which is warm but not dry
and yet not humid enough to make you sweat.
Seven children are calling, from outside of your window,
they are laughing while playing with a ball
should you go? should you join them?
You wave back at them, a signal to wait for your arrival
and you run down the stairs and out the blue door
to the white concrete world below.
~
They play in an alley, surrounded by shop houses and buildings
making the streets and lanes their ground.
The parks are all destroyed and the grass all gone
but still a child`s will to play is strong.
They spot you and throw you the red rubber ball, as large as a basketball hoop.
Now you`re `it`.
they scatter while laughing and you giggle while chasing
in the white concrete world below.
~
After so much running, chasing, screaming and panting
You all settle by the sidewalk of a familiar street.
Sharing stories and jokes never cease to lose its fun
and with friends time always seems to run.
A lady comes out of her shop, a grocery shop.
All of you surround her, and together you all greet her.
This causes her to grin, and she gives each of you a fizzy drink.
"My favourite!" you exclaim, as she hands you a Coke,
and you smile a thanks with a mouth filled with crooked teeth.
All this happening in the white concrete world below.
~
It`s getting dark, and your buddies begin to yawn
you know it`s time to go.
You do not need a clock, or even a watch
to tell you its well past seven.
You say your goodbyes with teases and smiles
and back to your home you run
leaving the white concrete world below.
 ~
At home, it is different. The feeling is different. Life is different.
The atmosphere turns from joy to sorrow.
No one takes notice of your return
and you see your dying mother beside the fire
just where you had left her.
Your father is still at work, he only comes home well past midnight.
and this causes you to miss the white concrete world below.
~
Silently you sigh, and make yourself some porridge, 
and some for your mother too.
You stroke the fire, to keep her weak body warm,
and lovingly feed her the bowl of goo.
She does not realize what goes around her, but that`s fine.
you`re used to it, she`s been this way ever since you dare to remember.
Later, you clean her, and kiss her, and lay on her small bed beside her.
Then you stroke her scarce brown hair and tell her
you tell her a tale, a story.
Which involves the white concrete world below.
~
You have no books of fairy tales, you use your own imagination.
You tell her a story of two mouse brothers, who defeated a rat as big as a cat
and slayed a dog that ate their supper.
A story set in the town you so dearly know.
But she does not react, she does not ponder.
Then you tell her a joke, in hopes that she`ll at least snicker
But when you look into her eyes, their as dead as a drawer.
So you start to sob, then you cry, followed by a wail
even if you well know no self pity would return her.
Then you realize how ridiculous you`re behaving and calm yourself, 
away from the concrete world below.
 ~
~Eventually your father returns home 
and looks at your mother limp on the bed.
then at you who is sitting beside her, 
you are staring out of the window.
Without a word he bows his head in frustration
and heads to his room for a nap.
You notice his presence, but do not greet him
you just wonder to yourself
"How long till he packs up and decides to abandon you?"
and you crawl beside your mother
and let dreams and darkness engulf you.
Oh! How you miss the white concrete world below.
 

Saturday, September 22, 2012

~*The Meeting In Heaven*~

~Well, i was bored, so i scribbles this random thing here. It's not completed yet, i think. Probably be a part two if im not lazy and inspiration or boredom takes over again....
~
The meeting in Heaven.
They had summoned me, and i have came. I shielded my face from the blinding white light as I entered the arched gates.
"Welcome" they said in chorus.
I greated them back politely, with words as sweet as sugar. They took hold of my hands and I kept walking forward until my eyes became accustomed to the bright light. The clouds beneath my feet were not made up of water vapour, for i was tredding on them.
"Enter" the tone was the same as the first, monotonous.
They had invited me to a meeting. A meeting where the brilliant, creative, inovative and sometimes dumb minds met. I had accepted, and now i am here, standing in front of a building. The building's top went unseen and its hight unknown. Golden in colour, it had a luminous glow to it and contrasted well with the clouds. I entered, and inside there were creatures. Living, thinking, creatures, like me. They were seated in a circle around what i would call a table, a circular table, but a table with no centre. The middle of the table was a void, looking over the universe. I took my seat among them.
"Living by yout motto, i see. Better late than never, as always" greated WinterWing with a smile so sincere that it made you want to smile back, which was what i did.
"Be grateful that i even came" i replied
"Now that everyone is present" boomed the voice of the head of the table that belonged to The Creator, which was clearly the person with the long, white beard. A beard that was similar to Santa Clause's, only longer. "let us begin!"
And so we began. We began with what shapes and sizes we should and would make the things we decided to name As ''Planets". We decided if we were to make the Planets green, red, blue or Yellow and if we should give the Planets designs. Then we argued on what we should put on each Planet. The meeting went on for days, months, years. Finally we had came with up with conclusions, and only the last planet remained to be created.
This planet, all of us decided, was to be different, unique, spectacular, or simply said, special. We had argued on a name for it for weeks until it came to a point where i blurted any name that popped up in my mind.
"FrostMont" said JackFrost, banging the table with his fist.
"Tick-Tock" countered FatherTime.
"Green Lands!" coined MotherNature
"FrostMont" insisted JackFrost
"What about Earth?" i said in a bored tone, causing all of the rooms occupants to turn their gaze at me, and after quite alot of whispering among themselves, each one nodded. I'll never know what made them agree; maybe they were tired of arguing (if that was possible), or maybe they plainly just fancied the name.
"Very well" boomed The Creator. By this time, i had realized that his voice naturally made him sound as if he was yelling at the top of his lungs "Now let us begin Earth's creation"
And with that, The Creator waved his hands. The Universe, which sat in the centre of the circular table, zoomed into a spot where an oval Planet hovered, suspended in it.
We began again, but the construction of Earth consumed much more time that any other planet did. I watched and contributed in awe as i saw mountains, deserts and valleys unfold before me. Streams, rivers, oceans and seas. I heard the splash of water on water and of water on rocks. I smelled the smell of sluphur released by springs. I shivered when JackFrost insisted on having the season of winter, an i ovserved snowflakes fall. I sweated until my clothes were soaked when HeatStroke showed the season of Summer. Autumn was colourful and Fall was wonderful. Fields of green and skies of blue. This new planet, planet Earth, was a marvel. All made up of atoms. Atoms were our puzzle pieces, our building blocks.
We then created creatures to live on and roam it. There was a time when one of us drew a creature with green, scaly, skin and we created two of them, for reproducing purposes, and sent them down to Earth. They, the scaly creatures, soon bored us with their increativeness, so we wiped them out with comets. We kept on changing Earth's geographical map to satisfy us. Then we created other creature
But something was missing. The planet was too quiet, too peaceful.
"Earth requires Inhabitants to tend, maintain and care for it, just like we require a good grooming every once in awhile" said WinterWing.
"Yes, i agree" nodded Rapheal "We must make Souls, Souls like ours, to live in it"
"They have to be intelligent if they are to survive in the conditions and with the creatures we have created and allowed to evolve" said The Creator
"How about we just send a few of our kind there?" suggested Gabriel.
"But who should we send?" qustioned Michael.
DreamKeeper pointed at me "Why, we send him, of course" she said in a voice laced with dreams and imagination. "After all, he was the last to arrvie to this meeting"
I was in shcok and said nothing.
"Yes. And his kind will have the best materials and qualitles to last on Earth. They are inovative and bright. They are also fighters and survivors in nature. Egoistic and filled with pride" said MotherNature without sounding jealous or despiteful. She was just stating facts.
"Not to mention he was the one who named 'Earth' , Earth"
The Creator contemplated on this idea, then nodded.
"You" he geatured at me"
Are to be sent to populate and care for Earth. We shall stop bothering Earth and let you take over"
And with that, the meeting of the Gods was adjourned.