#randommood

Here are some unspeakable thoughts of mine:

# Relocate your spot, gather with your fellow friends. I've got nothing but solitude wrapping my mind.
# Of course, there is something wrong with me if I don't talk like you.
# At least I tried to be myself. Not to impress other people by becoming who they want me to be.
# I didn't mean to be like that. Hell, I even didn't want it. I was under a great pressure. You are the great pressure.
# Don't play police with me. I'm certainly not a detainee, nor a witness you can interrogate. 
# Sometimes the atmosphere alone is powerful enough to push me down. I've lost my self confidence.
# I am an observer; trying my best to absorb your silliness, transport it to my empty heart, and perceive its warmth.
# I'm not wishing upon a well. I'm not relying on shooting stars. I have faith in waiting. For someone who understands my universe and participates in it.
# This is how I describe you in one word: warmth.

Some random moods, huh?
Oh, and please note that these people I mention as 'you', are not the same ones.

Creepy Freekish Dream #3

Saturday, March 9 
Before 8 a.m

I woke up just to find myself surrounded by black shoes. The kind that every student wears to school in my country. Quickly I scanned for my shoes but couldn't find them. Suddenly I caught a glimpse of shiny metal and robbed it. 
They were keys. 
I put them in my pocket in case I needed to use them somehow. Suddenly the door behind me opened. Two men escorted teenagers around 10 until 16 years old. They were forced to wait in the room where I was trapped. Then I realized all of them were girls. A horrible thought came to my mind. I MUST get out of here.
I tried inserting the keys but all of them didn't work. I reached for the balcony. Over five men were guarding a gate. A door to the outside world. I planned for an escape.
Somehow I had one of my hostager's phone number. I texted him for some extra blanket. Ten minutes later, he brought my order. I gave my girlfriends a cue, then together we attacked the man. We ran away and heading for the gate. The gatekeepers blocked our way. One of them called for help from his Handy Talkie.
I hurried for the lock. I tried each key with no such luck. I was running out of time. The girls were growing powerless when additional men came. Finally, I found the right key and unlock the gate. 
I ran away. It was completely selfish to leave those girls but I had no choice either. I was hoping some of them followed me escaped. 
Unfortunately no one did.
Suddenly I crashed into someone. I wanted to apologize but then she dragged me inside a building. She told me to be quiet but I didn't have any idea what she's talking about. I haven't noticed that there are others too. Most of them were boys.
The girl grabbed my hand. 
"Run."
Together, we ran. Unaware of what might chase us. I risked myself to turn my head around.
It was certainly not what I've expected.

Creepy Freakish Dream #2

Wednesday, 13 February
Before 5.15 a.m

I was cornered. There is no way I could get out of this place as a human.
A couple of hours before, I silently eavesdropped something horrifying. I saw a man did some mad experiment with corpses. I've never thought in several minutes the corpses will become alive.
The walking dead. Zombies.
I took a step back.
Unfortunately, I step on something and it made a crack noise. Suddenly, the zombies were alive. I ran as fast as I can. I went inside an empty room in school. I thought I was already safe. The truth was, I was trapped. I felt the horror as it crept behind my neck, when they punched the door. That moment I realized I had to make a quick decision. Was it worthy to fight for my humanity while it seems like there is no hope? What can I do to prevent me from being like them?
The punches on the door suddenly stopped. As if they finally gave me a moment to think. I soon realized that I was, once again, wrong. I heard a woman shouting, and to my surprise I knew the voice. It was my vice principal of my school, commanding me to surrender. I opened the door slowly, knowing that I have lost. My vice principal has become a zombie. Well, I should have known that, though. I was ready to become part of them. Part of the undead. They welcomed me with their greenish skin and swolen red eyes. Perhaps they were considering me to become their food. Ate my brain and stuff. I don't actually care, really. My humanity will soon ends, as a prey or a newborn predator. I didn't choose any of them. Let them decide my fate.
I closed my eyes.

The Saga of Darren Shan: Short Review

The most genius yet tragic vampire book ever! These are the short reviews about all the 12 books. Beware of the spoilers! 

First trilogy: Vampire Blood
1. Cirque du Freak
In order to save his bestfriend, Steve, Darren must trade an antidote of spider's poison with his humanity. He faked his death and followed Mr. Crepsley, a vampire, to learn the ways of becoming a half-vampire.
2. Vampire's Assistant
Darren refused to drink human blood. He survived only with animal blood. He went back to Cirque du Freak, where all his normal life ends. There, he met Evra von, a snake boy and Sam Grest, a human. Unfortunately, a wolf-man was accidentally freed and Darren learnt to drink his first human blood in a way he won't forget.
3. Tunnel of blood
Mr. Crepsley, along with Darren and Evra von, returned to his hometown. He discovered an insane murder who was commit by vampire's enemy, a vampeneze, who always kill when they drink. Things went wrong when Murlough, the vampaneze, was willing to kill Debbie, the first girlfriend of Darren.

Creepy freakish dream #1

Sunday, November 18 2012

Before 6 a.m

I laid my hand above the table, right in front of him. A boy to whom I consider as my sibling. He stared at my hand a moment, tracing down every single fingerprint.

As if he desired it.

He gazed at me with an innocent look. Then suddenly he yanked my hand into his mouth in a flash. Still with his innocent look, gradually he bit all my fingers. Forcing my blood flew out through the veins in my fingers.

I didn't feel the pain. On the contrary, the swift flowing of blood somehow made my heart peaceful. Slowly, I tilted my head back to him.

He retorted my gaze with a questioning look.

No blood traces at his lips.

No scar at my fingers.