Kensington Gardens in spring. The wind is nippy, and I am wearing a scarf and a corduroy jacket. Mrs Beech walks ahead of me towards the entrance of the palace, looking for a spare pew on the stairs. Leigh Beech treks somewhere behind me, whinging about having to attend mass during holidays ( Read more... )

I sat along the hallway on the second floor of the university library with Anna last week, configuring my system preferences while talking about the internet. Anna told me how she was a lurker on LJ juggling several blogs at the same time ( Read more... )

I found one of my old fanfics from the good old Harry Potter-worshipping days. Lord, how my tastes have changed since 2003! I did it for a drabble competition when I was playing RPG on some forum. They never revealed the winner, which annoyed me a lot then. Anyway I've just fixed some of the spelling and grammatical errors, and re-formatted the ( Read more... )

He first saw her on the 07.45 to Brixton, a brown-haired girl labouring under the weight of several large packages. She took the seat across him, and together they silently watched people rush into the train to get away from the harsh wind that tore at coats and scarves in search for warm, pink skin to leave icy fingerprints. It was a Wednesday so ( Read more... )

I was walking out of a class, following the throng of students heading towards the underground parking lot. Hope is a fragile thing, I thought as I worried about the results of my Political Science exam. Climbing into my jeep, I tossed my knapsack towards the back seat. Just as I was about to turn the key in the ignition, the passenger side door ( Read more... )

Going down that moving machine of terror, I was thinking about never wanting to see him again but wondering what would happen if he did happen to pop up and wreck my pretty pretty plans for world domination. Did my heart ever stop beating when I heard my name being called out from a couple meters above me! I can imagine that the laser sunlight ( Read more... )

Huddled over the designs and blue plans, Rosenberg and I sit on a high table overlooking the courtyard of the university on the spanish block. Finishing an argument with Rosenberg over the colour of the arches, I look up and see Edmund walking down the alley with a red school bag slipping off his shoulder.

Bugger, I think, not him again.

But I ( Read more... )

Bright lights in a bright theatre. Plush red seats and white glare from the spotlights. An arm rests on the back of a seat, uncaring nonchalant tired. Six people in one row, sad that the show is now over. There is no longer anything to distract from the tragedy of reality. The puppets were fun while they lasted, but now it is time to go home. Six ( Read more... )

I drowned in bitter thoughts of envy.
Shocking!
The light and safety shimmered above.
I couldn't reach it. So I died.
How strange it was to be dead.
I sulked; and the world passed me by.
A ghost, I was a teenaged ghost!
I wandered without sleep for a year.
Sight, sense, smell dimmed, dulled, died.
My mind was filled with nothing-nonsense
about ducks, cake, ( Read more... )

'Here at last! The country where I was meant to live in,' I proclaim as my friends and I celebrate in a crowded pub. The smoke blinds and the noise deafens, but I'm having more fun than I have had in a while. Midway through the rejoicing, someone hands me a glass of fruit punch. 'Cheers,' I laugh before washing a plate of chips down. Then there is ( Read more... )