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I killed someone in cold blood.No it wasn't a person but I do not remember what it was!
All I remember was that it was cold blood. My hands froze as it splashed on me. Ice cold from the mountains and red like reddest red I've ever seen. It was some creature who attacked me and before I could see it, I hit it..killing it instantly.Big mistake.
I saw it was a person_small and hairy..creepy and cold.
It had a black nose and saliva dripped from its lips.
And around its wrist was a charm.
I remember crying over it in my neighbor's funeral...5 years ago.
Monday, December 7, 2009
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Blue Moon
One day it just happened that I was lost. Now, it wasn’t normal to get lost for me. Especially in my OWN house!!!
I thought it was weird. I was just walking towards my room from the kitchen. I had to pass a corridor. I was just halfway and suddenly I was LOST! I couldn’t find my way out or the way I came in. NOW, don’t go thinking I have loss of memory. Simply strange..
Then flashed a blue light. It was Unicorn. She was there calling my name. She saved me! My dear sister! She thought something was weird with the way the corridor suddenly turned dark. She guessed I must be facing trouble in the lightless situation.
Later when I asked about it to my gardener. He laughed loudly and said that…The corridor was the house’s throat. Once in a while when it feels hungry, it simply swallows somebody. And to think I just escaped death. I was so relived!!! He said it had once swallowed a dog and a carpenter… It’s horrifying to know that one’s house was alive and could eat its occupants. This mysterious gardener laughed it off saying that the house did this only once in a blue moon.
Indeed! Blue moon or not, I changed my room!
XIII
I thought it was weird. I was just walking towards my room from the kitchen. I had to pass a corridor. I was just halfway and suddenly I was LOST! I couldn’t find my way out or the way I came in. NOW, don’t go thinking I have loss of memory. Simply strange..
Then flashed a blue light. It was Unicorn. She was there calling my name. She saved me! My dear sister! She thought something was weird with the way the corridor suddenly turned dark. She guessed I must be facing trouble in the lightless situation.
Later when I asked about it to my gardener. He laughed loudly and said that…The corridor was the house’s throat. Once in a while when it feels hungry, it simply swallows somebody. And to think I just escaped death. I was so relived!!! He said it had once swallowed a dog and a carpenter… It’s horrifying to know that one’s house was alive and could eat its occupants. This mysterious gardener laughed it off saying that the house did this only once in a blue moon.
Indeed! Blue moon or not, I changed my room!
XIII
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Red Garden
Now I want to tell you about the strange incident that happened in my garden…
This gardener of ours is not a normal gardener like everyone else. His eyes are shrunken deep into the sockets. The flesh on his face and hands are rotten as if burnt by acid.
But he is an excellent gardener. The best anyone could ever find. The flowers under his hands bloom like hell. The scent of the flowers makes you sleepy and is so very blissful.
He had a dark past. He used to work earlier in my great grandmother’s tea gardens. He was caught when he was burying bloody human bodies under the tea shrubs…(NOW you know why your morning cup of tea is so bloody red).
He was beaten almost to death but my great grandmother took pity on him and let him escape. He has never forgotten that incident. He sometimes tells me stories about how powerful my great grandmother was. Now this gardener of mine does not any longer bury bloody bodies but he eats raw animals. This is freaky part. HE is a cannibal.
But he does not do anything to me or unicorn. My grandmother says it because every creature on earth fears the Dragon tooth. But I am STILL not going anywhere near to him… ^_^
But he still tells me stories that I love listening to and his flowers are as fresh and beautiful as ever.
This gardener of ours is not a normal gardener like everyone else. His eyes are shrunken deep into the sockets. The flesh on his face and hands are rotten as if burnt by acid.
But he is an excellent gardener. The best anyone could ever find. The flowers under his hands bloom like hell. The scent of the flowers makes you sleepy and is so very blissful.
He had a dark past. He used to work earlier in my great grandmother’s tea gardens. He was caught when he was burying bloody human bodies under the tea shrubs…(NOW you know why your morning cup of tea is so bloody red).
He was beaten almost to death but my great grandmother took pity on him and let him escape. He has never forgotten that incident. He sometimes tells me stories about how powerful my great grandmother was. Now this gardener of mine does not any longer bury bloody bodies but he eats raw animals. This is freaky part. HE is a cannibal.
But he does not do anything to me or unicorn. My grandmother says it because every creature on earth fears the Dragon tooth. But I am STILL not going anywhere near to him… ^_^
But he still tells me stories that I love listening to and his flowers are as fresh and beautiful as ever.
Sunday, June 7, 2009
The Diary Girl
I had no idea why they call me the ‘Diary Girl’. Until now that I’ve conducted a survey and found out that I am really a nut. I didn’t know I was so forgetful.. I needed diaries…this was a desperate measure to ensure that I remembered everything I did. I didn’t know I needed sooo many.
Here is the list of my diaries that I use. None of them are useless for me. People find me weird because of this. (This is reason no #998)
I was a well managed girl. Now I am not so sure.
Diary no 1.
Name: Trash
Use: Keep track of my life. Its my journal. I blurt out my everyday woes and rare happy news…Just plain trash to put it simply.
Diary no 2.
Name: Blue Q Kazoo
Use: It contains all my drawings, scribbling, new ideas and god alone knows what.
Diary no 3.
Name: Drmz
Use: I write down my dreams that I see at night. Yes! You heard that right. Call me mad or stupid but I find it pretty interesting stuff. The dreams I see at night have some deep meaning hidden in them and I try to decipher them afterwards…its so cool I really feel strange when I read them later on. I seem to remember everything I had seen and they flash back in my memory. ^_^
Diary no 4.
Name :Redeye
Use: This small diary contains all my stories that I write out of my imagination. Some are brilliant but some are bad. I intend to do something with this stuff later in life. I feel good about the fact that I’ve thought some plots after taxing this useless brain of mine…
Diary no 5.
Name: Musix
Use: This diary contains the list of song that I hear, I want to head or I’ve got to have in my playlist. It is pretty useful to me. I really like this diary. It never leaves my side.
Diary no 6.
Name: Big Fat Red.
Use: Here I write all my long stories. Right now im writing about Myanmar. A boy who thinks that the name of his country is ‘Mayanmar’ and not Myanmar.
Diary no 7.
Name: The chronicles of Dragon
Use: Freaky tales of my life. ^_^
Diary no 8.
Name : Idiot box
Use: This contains the movies I have seen, I want to see and I’ve got to see at any rate. Another of my useful diary.
Diary no 9.
Name: Dragonz Lair
Use: The websites I need and e-mail addresses of my friends and relatives. Something that I tend to forget.
Diary no 10.
Name: Dark Quotes
Use: People may say and forget but I register it. In my dumb diary that is. It contains funny and serious quotes by everybody and anybody. Weird diary but it totally rox.
Diary no 11.
Name: Funny Sms
Use: I don’t have to tell you about this. I guess you already know.
Diary no 12.
Name: Animax Book
Use: It has a long list of all the anime shows. I’ve seen almost half of it. It also has the red underlined ones which I should not miss no matter what.
Diary no 13.
Name: Anonymous
Use: My poems!!!!!
Diary no 14.
Name: Fun Blue
Use: It contains photos of my family, My sticker collection, Lyrics of songs I love. It has pics of my friends and enemies (To remind me that someone is wishing bad about me). Rest is fine.
-x-
Here is the list of my diaries that I use. None of them are useless for me. People find me weird because of this. (This is reason no #998)
I was a well managed girl. Now I am not so sure.
Diary no 1.
Name: Trash
Use: Keep track of my life. Its my journal. I blurt out my everyday woes and rare happy news…Just plain trash to put it simply.
Diary no 2.
Name: Blue Q Kazoo
Use: It contains all my drawings, scribbling, new ideas and god alone knows what.
Diary no 3.
Name: Drmz
Use: I write down my dreams that I see at night. Yes! You heard that right. Call me mad or stupid but I find it pretty interesting stuff. The dreams I see at night have some deep meaning hidden in them and I try to decipher them afterwards…its so cool I really feel strange when I read them later on. I seem to remember everything I had seen and they flash back in my memory. ^_^
Diary no 4.
Name :Redeye
Use: This small diary contains all my stories that I write out of my imagination. Some are brilliant but some are bad. I intend to do something with this stuff later in life. I feel good about the fact that I’ve thought some plots after taxing this useless brain of mine…
Diary no 5.
Name: Musix
Use: This diary contains the list of song that I hear, I want to head or I’ve got to have in my playlist. It is pretty useful to me. I really like this diary. It never leaves my side.
Diary no 6.
Name: Big Fat Red.
Use: Here I write all my long stories. Right now im writing about Myanmar. A boy who thinks that the name of his country is ‘Mayanmar’ and not Myanmar.
Diary no 7.
Name: The chronicles of Dragon
Use: Freaky tales of my life. ^_^
Diary no 8.
Name : Idiot box
Use: This contains the movies I have seen, I want to see and I’ve got to see at any rate. Another of my useful diary.
Diary no 9.
Name: Dragonz Lair
Use: The websites I need and e-mail addresses of my friends and relatives. Something that I tend to forget.
Diary no 10.
Name: Dark Quotes
Use: People may say and forget but I register it. In my dumb diary that is. It contains funny and serious quotes by everybody and anybody. Weird diary but it totally rox.
Diary no 11.
Name: Funny Sms
Use: I don’t have to tell you about this. I guess you already know.
Diary no 12.
Name: Animax Book
Use: It has a long list of all the anime shows. I’ve seen almost half of it. It also has the red underlined ones which I should not miss no matter what.
Diary no 13.
Name: Anonymous
Use: My poems!!!!!
Diary no 14.
Name: Fun Blue
Use: It contains photos of my family, My sticker collection, Lyrics of songs I love. It has pics of my friends and enemies (To remind me that someone is wishing bad about me). Rest is fine.
-x-
Thursday, June 4, 2009
It Happened one Night...
I live in a mansion. My house is a beautiful brown sprawling three storied building.
It was formerly owned by Mr. Samuel PaperwickScissorGarden. He had a weird name and so were his habits. He sold his house to us just a few days before his death. It was as if he knew he was going to die…
Mr. Samuel P.S Garden is known to have died a mysterious death.
Some say he set himself ablaze and committed suicide.
Others say he turned into a Werewolf after an accident in the jungle during a hunting expedition. The most prevalent rumor is that he still haunts ScissorGarden Mansion as a Vampire.
The locals hardly came to visit us. They kept on telling us to be careful and leave the house. My dad never believed in such rumors and laughed it off.
However my Grandmother warned me and Unicorn about any unnatural happenings.
I believed my Grandmother more than any body else.. It was she who had first given me the Dragon Tooth. A heirloom passed down from 13 generations of our family. It was believed that when Assam was made, the sacred creature that rules the east, the Dragon had come to bless our ancestors. The other sacred creatures that ruled the earth were the Phoenix of the south, the Turtle of the West, and the Tiger of the North.
The Dragon blessed our land that it would always be green and never face droughts. Our ancestors swore loyalty to this mighty creature and the Dragon gave us his tooth saying that he would always protect us if we summoned him.
Now, one day it happened that I was combing my hair and then suddenly I could not see my reflection in the mirror!!!
It was freaky. I was horrified and rubbed my eyes. “Tension due to studies” was what I thought. I was by no way a vampire but then it could be a bad omen.
Day and night my pet Myna bird would sing her new song_
“People have many secrets to keep.
Untold stories that lie very deep”
Sometimes I felt as if she was trying to tell me something.
Then our 3rd floor was suddenly locked up. No one was allowed to go there.
Dad casually said that it was under repair. His face had turned pale. Weird things had always happened at our home. That week, things were fine but dogs would howl every night, disturbing Unicorn’s sleep. I could not sleep. I had to protect Unicorn no matter what. No force could touch her without passing through me.
Just after a week, our psychic gardener found the carcass of a big bat in the 3rd floor. No one knew where it came from . The lock was broken and the poor creature was shredded to pieces. What was freaky was _A dragon tooth was struck in the bat’s heart. The same tooth I wear around my neck. That night it was missing…..
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P.S: ScissorGarden mansion ,pronounced in Assamese as “Kesibagan Ghor”, has been renamed as Fairy Villa, located near low green hills.
That was when I realized that my life is much steeped in the supernatural.
This was not the only weird incident that has happened to me. Ill tell u later about my psychedelic Gardener and what I found out about him…
_Dragon XIII
It was formerly owned by Mr. Samuel PaperwickScissorGarden. He had a weird name and so were his habits. He sold his house to us just a few days before his death. It was as if he knew he was going to die…
Mr. Samuel P.S Garden is known to have died a mysterious death.
Some say he set himself ablaze and committed suicide.
Others say he turned into a Werewolf after an accident in the jungle during a hunting expedition. The most prevalent rumor is that he still haunts ScissorGarden Mansion as a Vampire.
The locals hardly came to visit us. They kept on telling us to be careful and leave the house. My dad never believed in such rumors and laughed it off.
However my Grandmother warned me and Unicorn about any unnatural happenings.
I believed my Grandmother more than any body else.. It was she who had first given me the Dragon Tooth. A heirloom passed down from 13 generations of our family. It was believed that when Assam was made, the sacred creature that rules the east, the Dragon had come to bless our ancestors. The other sacred creatures that ruled the earth were the Phoenix of the south, the Turtle of the West, and the Tiger of the North.
The Dragon blessed our land that it would always be green and never face droughts. Our ancestors swore loyalty to this mighty creature and the Dragon gave us his tooth saying that he would always protect us if we summoned him.
Now, one day it happened that I was combing my hair and then suddenly I could not see my reflection in the mirror!!!
It was freaky. I was horrified and rubbed my eyes. “Tension due to studies” was what I thought. I was by no way a vampire but then it could be a bad omen.
Day and night my pet Myna bird would sing her new song_
“People have many secrets to keep.
Untold stories that lie very deep”
Sometimes I felt as if she was trying to tell me something.
Then our 3rd floor was suddenly locked up. No one was allowed to go there.
Dad casually said that it was under repair. His face had turned pale. Weird things had always happened at our home. That week, things were fine but dogs would howl every night, disturbing Unicorn’s sleep. I could not sleep. I had to protect Unicorn no matter what. No force could touch her without passing through me.
Just after a week, our psychic gardener found the carcass of a big bat in the 3rd floor. No one knew where it came from . The lock was broken and the poor creature was shredded to pieces. What was freaky was _A dragon tooth was struck in the bat’s heart. The same tooth I wear around my neck. That night it was missing…..
===================================
P.S: ScissorGarden mansion ,pronounced in Assamese as “Kesibagan Ghor”, has been renamed as Fairy Villa, located near low green hills.
That was when I realized that my life is much steeped in the supernatural.
This was not the only weird incident that has happened to me. Ill tell u later about my psychedelic Gardener and what I found out about him…
_Dragon XIII
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Red Birds
Jill calmly walked past the dead corpse. She had known him for quite a long time.
He was her boss…but not any more.
1 dead corpse
She always wanted to be free and now…she was at last.
But the price she had to pay was dear.
Jill River knew quite well that from that day onwards…she was not free.
She could not walk free or talk free.
The police will be after her…
Wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this what led her to kill HIM?
She took a deep breath and tried to think about what lay ahead her.
She heard a noise…
It was Jack Hill, the son of the dead corpse.
“YOU! ”, She shuddered.
“Why?”, He asked.
“I wanted…to be free”, She spoke easily.
“You will be”, He said and shot through her heart.
2 dead corpses
He looked at her eyes…unforgiving…but yet he had loved her.
He could not bear the madness around him…
The bullet escaped his gun.
3 dead corpses
Their eyes open…looking at the red sky. The red sun. The red love that had existed between them. But now they are free…Free as the red birds.
He was her boss…but not any more.
1 dead corpse
She always wanted to be free and now…she was at last.
But the price she had to pay was dear.
Jill River knew quite well that from that day onwards…she was not free.
She could not walk free or talk free.
The police will be after her…
Wasn’t this what she wanted? Wasn’t this what led her to kill HIM?
She took a deep breath and tried to think about what lay ahead her.
She heard a noise…
It was Jack Hill, the son of the dead corpse.
“YOU! ”, She shuddered.
“Why?”, He asked.
“I wanted…to be free”, She spoke easily.
“You will be”, He said and shot through her heart.
2 dead corpses
He looked at her eyes…unforgiving…but yet he had loved her.
He could not bear the madness around him…
The bullet escaped his gun.
3 dead corpses
Their eyes open…looking at the red sky. The red sun. The red love that had existed between them. But now they are free…Free as the red birds.
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