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號甯A.R.M.Y
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黑暗短篇故事
Updated Mar 30, 2018
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BTS:黑暗短篇故事

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黑暗短篇故事

BTS:黑暗短篇故事

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雪禪野鈐
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十二篇物語
Updated Mar 31, 2018
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Short Story

喲哎~正看這篇文章的【偽裝者】們,早安,午安,晚安。

你知道嗎?

在一些歌曲可不但是歷史,神話,藝術的表達方法。

這些歌曲背後的故事——更是可以直接看到人性扭曲的一面。

準備好了嗎?

來吧。

【十二篇物語】——開始。

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十二篇物語

喲哎~正看這篇文章的【偽裝者】們,早安,午安,晚安。

你知道嗎?

在一些歌曲可不但是歷史,神話,藝術的表達方法。

這些歌曲背後的故事——更是可以直接看到人性扭曲的一面。

準備好了嗎?

來吧。

【十二篇物語】——開始。

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Ria N. Chetty
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A Door.
Updated Feb 4, 2018
G Completed
7
127
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Just a lil' poem I wrote last year, about the inevitability of maturity and growing up! Splendid.

Again, I apologise for any lack of skill or anything, as poetry isn't my greatest forte!

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A Door.

Just a lil' poem I wrote last year, about the inevitability of maturity and growing up! Splendid.

Again, I apologise for any lack of skill or anything, as poetry isn't my greatest forte!

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Duntry
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What could I do for her
Updated Feb 1, 2018
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I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.

“Yea?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

"But why?"

"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.

The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.

"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.

He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.

"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.

Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.

I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.

“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.

“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”

The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

A fan whirled above us but gave no wind.  Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.

Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder.  I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.

I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.

The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.

But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.

It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.

“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.

“I am bored."

Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.

The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.

“You want a beer?” the angel asked.

“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”

The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.

"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.

“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.

“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.

We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.

Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.

The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.

I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.

"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.

She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.

“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.

“No.”

“Let’s wait.”

And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.

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What could I do for her

I was praying in the dark empty church when the man walked up to me and told me he’s an angel.

“Yea?” I asked.

“Yea.”

“What do you want?”

“I want to give you a chance to turn your shit around.”

“Yea?”

“Yea.”

"But why?"

"I figure this is the only way to get you out of here," he said.

The angel looked rough, with faded scars and scrapes all over his face. He wore no shoes, and his jeans and shirt were torn beyond logic. Do angels wear those? Well, I didn't care, I had my own problems. There's this iBanker who drove an Audi trying to ask my girlfriend out, and I was helpless. I worked as a postman, drove nothing, owned nothing, and it seemed to me that my girlfriend was getting tired of me. But I couldn't let her go; my parents were getting old and worried, and she's my only chance for marriage. That's why I started coming to church a few weeks ago and prayed till my voice cracked. My luck didn't turn, the guy was still going strong, my girlfriend still picking on my job my income my everything. Sure, I did feel somewhat better after all these prayers, knowing that at least there's someone to blame when things fell through. But still, I was willing to gamble.

"So what do I do?" I asked the angel.

He gave me the instruction and left. I went home and told my parents about it. My dad was a cook, my mum a housewife. They had little enough education to revere the Western theologies and thus were thrilled about the deal and the angel. They went out and bought a chicken to celebrate. I called my girlfriend and told her what happened.

"You sure it worked?" She asked. In her voice there's an excitement that I hadn't heard in a long time.

"Yes. I'm sure. Babe, I love you. We're gonna work out."

"Sure. Hey, I gotta go. I have to take care of a few things," she said, and hung up. That whole night she didn't message me or call me and I couldn't sleep.

Next day I went to the giant trash can down the street, looking for a cockroach. I was afraid of cockroahes but the angel said that only by overcoming my fear could I find the path towards eternal happiness. So when I saw one I grabbed it as quickly as I could, then broke half its legs, ate them and let out a fart, one that would rise till it joins the cloud and becomes part of it, according to the plan.

I was looking at the trail of my fart curling up toward sky when the angel walked up to me.

“I got it! I got it!” I screamed at the angel.

“For fuck's sake, just chill. It’s just a start.”

The angel had me go down to the grocery store and ask for the longest ladder in the world. I told Billy the shop owner about my plan, and the reason that gave birth to such a plan. Billy dropped his head in contemplation.

“You sure?” he asked.

“Yes, I'm sure.”

A fan whirled above us but gave no wind.  Bill was 60 and I was 25 and I didn’t expect him to understand me, or the generation that bred me. Petty middle-class moaning of our generations paled in comparison with the life-and-death concerns of theirs. But still.

Soon he went in to the store room. There's sound of many things dropping on the ground. Then he came back out with the ladder.  I paid and left with the ladder. I let the changes sit on the counter, getting the no-wind.

I started climbing toward sky. People were gathering along the street now, talking, cheering for me. Dad and mom were there, being the cheer leaders. I didn't see my girlfriend though. Maybe she'd only come at the end. Didn't matter. Once I came back down things would change.

The ladder was good quality work, it didn’t jerk once during the first million steps. But the trip itself was bad: there’s no chance for rest or chicken-out. I didn’t even get to take selfies, for my hands got so sweaty that I had to cling to the ladder with both hands. The birds and eagles and UFO were circling around me and sometimes charging at me, and from certain height on up the air pressure started squeezing my heart like a poor bug caught by a bad kid. My biceps ached and trembled. I couldn't hear the people anymore. I could only think of my girlfriend and the way she would look when I gave her the gift.

But after another million steps and the ladder started to shake. I didn’t know why. I cursed and climbed on. Twice my right hand slipped and I almost fell. Man, I nearly spitted my heart out. A plane passed and I saw a baby inside with no hair laughing at me. I pushed myself up and continued to curse.

It’s the angel who's shaking the ladder, as it turned out. I was about one thousand steps from where he was, sitting at the top of the ladders with a beer in hand, drinking, shaking the ladder.

“Why are you doing this!" I screamed.

“I am bored."

Then I was there, winded, my body compressed like a butterfly specimen, but I was stunned by the vastness and beauty of the cloud. It was dense, smoky, misty, and I was right in the middle of it. The sun came through but was filtered down into some sort of a holy light. It's better than the kind of heaven I used to dream about.

The angel came forward and grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the ladder. I thought I was dying, but when I fell upon the cloud I didn't fall through. The cloud was soft, but didn't break. I rolled around and around, screaming, and crying. I was here, finally. I thought about my girl, my marriage.

“You want a beer?” the angel asked.

“No. I gotta run back down now. My girlfriend’s probably here by this time.”

The angel shrugged and brought me to the part of the cloud that belonged to me. It’s very discernible because it’s a statue of me and my girlfriend. We’re in our wedding gown standing side by side, looking at each other, her arm around mine, tight.

“It’s beautiful,” I said.

The angel sat on the cloud and took a long pull from his bottle and didn’t answer. I plucked the cloud-statue out and told the angel that I was ready. He took his time taking a last pull before standing up. He threw the can away and spitted on the cloud. The spit hissed on the cloud and disappeared, no trace left.

"Can I move in here with my girlfriend?" I asked the angel.

"Why?"

"It's beautiful here."

"It depends."

"Depends on what?"

"Your girlfriend," the angel said. Then he gave out a long whistle that almost deafened me and a giant cockroach was summoned up.

“Ready?” the cockroach said to the angle.

“You’re ready?” the angel said to me.

“I don’t know what to say,” I said. We got on the cockroach and slowly it circled its way down. Its wings flapped frantically but soundlessly. I touched its skin. It's smooth, like it’d been varnished. I bent down for a closer look. Man, was it clean, was it stainless. I felt sorry for all the fellow cockroaches that had their lives taken by my plump hands.

We touched ground and the streets were flooded with people. They're singing the national anthem, applauding, the cats and dogs making fierce love, the tigers and elephants and dragons running wild and around. My parents were on their knees, crying.

Then I saw her. As I walked toward her people backed off to make space for me.

The iBanker was standing next to her. He's in suit and tie, an iPad in one hand.

I ignored the guy and knelt down before her.

"Here it is,” I held out the statue to her.

She took it and without looking at it she passed the thing to the iBanker. He looked at it, put it on the floor and scanned the thing with his iPad. I was on my knees, waiting. The world was waiting.

“Any buyer?” she asked the guy after a while.

“No.”

“Let’s wait.”

And we waited. After a few hours people started leaving. There’re no more songs, no more cheering, the cats and dogs started to separate and chase and yell and hate at each other. The cockroach and angel were nowhere to be seen. My parents were still there though, on their knees, but no longer crying, they're watching us, their mouths gaping. I looked back at my girlfriend, who’s looking at the iPad while the cloud-statue stood beside her. I wondered if there’s anything else I could do for her.

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THE APOCALYPSE : A short story
Updated Dec 24, 2017
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this is the story of what I would do and what any co-writers would do if they were in a Zombie Apocalypse

WARNING: this is created to be humorous we don't want any offence given to the writing of this story

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THE APOCALYPSE : A short story

this is the story of what I would do and what any co-writers would do if they were in a Zombie Apocalypse

WARNING: this is created to be humorous we don't want any offence given to the writing of this story

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MissFransisco
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The Boy/Girl Switch
Updated Sep 18, 2017
PG-13
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To fool a bookworm, one needs a good book. Seventeen-year-old Vellary Carr, unknowingly seals her fate with the devil when she purchases a book online.

Prior to its arrival, Vellary first handedly experiences what it's like to face mass humiliation, and so, upon discovering a spell book lying inside the package instead of her purchased good, Vallery seizes the opportunity to seek revenge.

Hugo Axel, the "bad boy" of Roset High, has fancied Vellary since middle school. So when his best friend brutally abases her, conflict arises within him. To do what's right or to stick with his brother?

However, before Hugo can truly decide, a slight shift in the air unlocks a door to another. He doesn't realise the abnormality of it all until the very next morning, when he wakes up in a very unfamiliar room.

With a very unfamiliar feeling.

And when he looks in the mirror, he sees a very familiar face.

But it's not his.

It's Vellary Carr's.

His one and only crush.

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The Boy/Girl Switch

To fool a bookworm, one needs a good book. Seventeen-year-old Vellary Carr, unknowingly seals her fate with the devil when she purchases a book online.

Prior to its arrival, Vellary first handedly experiences what it's like to face mass humiliation, and so, upon discovering a spell book lying inside the package instead of her purchased good, Vallery seizes the opportunity to seek revenge.

Hugo Axel, the "bad boy" of Roset High, has fancied Vellary since middle school. So when his best friend brutally abases her, conflict arises within him. To do what's right or to stick with his brother?

However, before Hugo can truly decide, a slight shift in the air unlocks a door to another. He doesn't realise the abnormality of it all until the very next morning, when he wakes up in a very unfamiliar room.

With a very unfamiliar feeling.

And when he looks in the mirror, he sees a very familiar face.

But it's not his.

It's Vellary Carr's.

His one and only crush.

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They Said What
Updated Jan 15, 2018
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If everybody just stayed to themselves nobody would get hurt. I learned that the hard way. Don't ask questions unless you're prepared for the answer. People tell me all the time just open up you'll feel better. I'm living just fine without anybody. I only need me, myself and I and that's all I'll ever need.

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They Said What

If everybody just stayed to themselves nobody would get hurt. I learned that the hard way. Don't ask questions unless you're prepared for the answer. People tell me all the time just open up you'll feel better. I'm living just fine without anybody. I only need me, myself and I and that's all I'll ever need.

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Never, In A MIllion Years
Updated Jan 22, 2018
PG-13
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I lunge at Lana before she can call me a name, but a strong pair of arms wraps around me holding me back. I struggle to get loose until I realize that I couldn't fight it. "It" was Daniel Evans.

"Calm down, don't do anything stupid," he mutters into my ear.

I glare at Lana as she smirks at me and turns towards the nearest boy. I avert my eyes as she starts making out with him.

"Can you let me go now?" I ask awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah." Daniel lets go of me, was he blushing? Was I blushing?

Jessica Parks isn't a typical nerd, she's sassy and smart using her quick wit and sharp tongue to her advantage.

Daniel Evans is a bad boy, intimidating, player.

When Jessica bumps into Daniel at a party, thing get #akward.

Since you know her best friend liking him and all.

As Jessica and Daniel keep 'bumping into each other', Jessica gets these feelings she can't describe. Is it love?

The idea for this story, just I guess came to me. I feel like this story can go somewhere and succeed. So, here it is xD.

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Never, In A MIllion Years

I lunge at Lana before she can call me a name, but a strong pair of arms wraps around me holding me back. I struggle to get loose until I realize that I couldn't fight it. "It" was Daniel Evans.

"Calm down, don't do anything stupid," he mutters into my ear.

I glare at Lana as she smirks at me and turns towards the nearest boy. I avert my eyes as she starts making out with him.

"Can you let me go now?" I ask awkwardly.

"Oh, yeah." Daniel lets go of me, was he blushing? Was I blushing?

Jessica Parks isn't a typical nerd, she's sassy and smart using her quick wit and sharp tongue to her advantage.

Daniel Evans is a bad boy, intimidating, player.

When Jessica bumps into Daniel at a party, thing get #akward.

Since you know her best friend liking him and all.

As Jessica and Daniel keep 'bumping into each other', Jessica gets these feelings she can't describe. Is it love?

The idea for this story, just I guess came to me. I feel like this story can go somewhere and succeed. So, here it is xD.

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Clora
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The Diary of Penelope Harding
Updated Dec 3, 2017
PG
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Author's Note:

Penelope Harding, came to mind once when I was on a run.Her name just seemed to click in my head and while I was running I made her appearance up in my head.Penelope Harding is very similar to me since most of the things in her diary have to do with my experiences.

She has browny golden hair and is quite short for her age. She loves writing and taking pictures and her favourite show of all time is Pretty Little Liars.

Penelope goes to a nice school although her math grades seem to be her mortal enemy...She has 6 friends (namely all the girls in her class) and a cute boyfriend.Her six friends are, Her best friend, Lydia, Nora, Harper, Anna, Leya, Izzy and her boyfriend, Josh.They have all worked up this rule that whenever Penelope comments on herself negatively they all have to slap her and say, "idiot".

Yep. That's Penelope's life and I think you guys are gonna have a lot of laughs....

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The Diary of Penelope Harding

Author's Note:

Penelope Harding, came to mind once when I was on a run.Her name just seemed to click in my head and while I was running I made her appearance up in my head.Penelope Harding is very similar to me since most of the things in her diary have to do with my experiences.

She has browny golden hair and is quite short for her age. She loves writing and taking pictures and her favourite show of all time is Pretty Little Liars.

Penelope goes to a nice school although her math grades seem to be her mortal enemy...She has 6 friends (namely all the girls in her class) and a cute boyfriend.Her six friends are, Her best friend, Lydia, Nora, Harper, Anna, Leya, Izzy and her boyfriend, Josh.They have all worked up this rule that whenever Penelope comments on herself negatively they all have to slap her and say, "idiot".

Yep. That's Penelope's life and I think you guys are gonna have a lot of laughs....

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DOUN_TO_FUQ_YOU
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The Blood Hunter
Updated May 31, 2017
PG-13
3
234
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The Blood Hunter

Write a Brief Intro Here...

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Where are we?
Updated Aug 1, 2017
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It was a normal winter day, and I was getting ready to go to school.

I gathered with my friends who were waiting outside and we went together to school.

When we arrived, we saw that nobody arrived and the doors were open.

The teachers who were normally next to the doors to guard them weren't there.

We thought we should leave, thinking something important happened and school was dismissed.

But then came the questions

"What if we had arrived late?"

"Should we investigate?"

"What about the other kids, should we wait for them?"

"Should we call our parents?"

We decided to go in and investigate.

We had our phones, since today was the last day before Christmas Holidays.

However, we couldn't call since we didn't have any minutes left on our phones.

But one question remains....

What had happened in the school?

[Credit to Paxton for giving me this idea from his song Mind Tree]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-s0m1nMALg]

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Where are we?

It was a normal winter day, and I was getting ready to go to school.

I gathered with my friends who were waiting outside and we went together to school.

When we arrived, we saw that nobody arrived and the doors were open.

The teachers who were normally next to the doors to guard them weren't there.

We thought we should leave, thinking something important happened and school was dismissed.

But then came the questions

"What if we had arrived late?"

"Should we investigate?"

"What about the other kids, should we wait for them?"

"Should we call our parents?"

We decided to go in and investigate.

We had our phones, since today was the last day before Christmas Holidays.

However, we couldn't call since we didn't have any minutes left on our phones.

But one question remains....

What had happened in the school?

[Credit to Paxton for giving me this idea from his song Mind Tree]

[https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X-s0m1nMALg]

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The Notes Of Indigo
Updated Apr 18, 2017
G
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127
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Tentang Mereka Yang Selalu AdaAku ingin menceritakan kisahku padamu. Suatu kisah yang mungkin menurutmu adalah khayalan-ku semata. Suatu kisah yang mungkin aku buat-buat. Tapi coba berfikir, bukankah didunia ini tidak hanya manusia yang tinggal? Aku tidak bermaksud membuatmu takut. Tapi memang ini kenyataan, bahwa 'mereka' juga ada disisi kita. Memang terdengar klise, dan pasti kau meragukan apa yang ku katakan. Tapi tidakkah terlintas dibenakmu? Bahwa 'mereka' juga pernah hidup seperti kita? Hanya saja takdir berkata bahwa 'mereka' harus pergi. Bagaimana? Apa kau percaya apa yang kukatakan? Tenang saja, aku memahami apa yang kau rasakan. Aku tidak memaksamu untuk mempercayai apa yang kukatakan. Memang awalnya aku juga tidak percaya, tetapi semenjak aku mengalaminya aku percaya, bahwa 'mereka' juga ingin didengar. Hanya saja caranya berbeda dengan kita. 'Mereka' tidak sepenuhnya bisa berbagi cerita tentang masa lalu 'mereka'. Pasti kau bertanya-tanya, apa aku ini indigo? Entahlah, aku bahkan tidak mengerti. Aku tidak tahu aku ini indigo atau bukan. Aku bahkan merasa ini adalah suatu anugerah sekaligus kutukan. Melihat apa yang orang lain tidak bisa lihat. Beruntunglah kau yang diluar sana tidak seperti diriku jika kau penakut. Atau memang ada yang diluar sana ingin sepertiku, namun tidak bisa. Aku harap ketika kau telah selesai membaca tulisan ini, kau akan percaya seperti aku yang mempercayai 'mereka'. Namun jika kau belum percaya, tidak apa. Tapi kau setidaknya harus bisa menerima kenyataan, 'mereka' ada dimana kita berada.

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The Notes Of Indigo

Tentang Mereka Yang Selalu AdaAku ingin menceritakan kisahku padamu. Suatu kisah yang mungkin menurutmu adalah khayalan-ku semata. Suatu kisah yang mungkin aku buat-buat. Tapi coba berfikir, bukankah didunia ini tidak hanya manusia yang tinggal? Aku tidak bermaksud membuatmu takut. Tapi memang ini kenyataan, bahwa 'mereka' juga ada disisi kita. Memang terdengar klise, dan pasti kau meragukan apa yang ku katakan. Tapi tidakkah terlintas dibenakmu? Bahwa 'mereka' juga pernah hidup seperti kita? Hanya saja takdir berkata bahwa 'mereka' harus pergi. Bagaimana? Apa kau percaya apa yang kukatakan? Tenang saja, aku memahami apa yang kau rasakan. Aku tidak memaksamu untuk mempercayai apa yang kukatakan. Memang awalnya aku juga tidak percaya, tetapi semenjak aku mengalaminya aku percaya, bahwa 'mereka' juga ingin didengar. Hanya saja caranya berbeda dengan kita. 'Mereka' tidak sepenuhnya bisa berbagi cerita tentang masa lalu 'mereka'. Pasti kau bertanya-tanya, apa aku ini indigo? Entahlah, aku bahkan tidak mengerti. Aku tidak tahu aku ini indigo atau bukan. Aku bahkan merasa ini adalah suatu anugerah sekaligus kutukan. Melihat apa yang orang lain tidak bisa lihat. Beruntunglah kau yang diluar sana tidak seperti diriku jika kau penakut. Atau memang ada yang diluar sana ingin sepertiku, namun tidak bisa. Aku harap ketika kau telah selesai membaca tulisan ini, kau akan percaya seperti aku yang mempercayai 'mereka'. Namun jika kau belum percaya, tidak apa. Tapi kau setidaknya harus bisa menerima kenyataan, 'mereka' ada dimana kita berada.

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