Is it...

I was looking to shake off some frustration and stress... Dunno what I really mean in this, though.



....Ack, I just realized I messed up the date.

Katherine // Part 2 ( aka Chapter. 2?)

It's 11 PM, but I don't care because I was finally able to do something productive and artistic other than HOMEWORK, GAH.

Remember the story about the 2 girls, Kat' n' Jan'? If you remember that-- to the part where Katherine is waiting in the car for her friend, then great. If not, re-read it here. Once you've done that, be aware that what I have written now is a re-written part after she wakes up. I'm not a 100% happy with it, since it's still a draft, and the beginning of this sounds a bit rushed, but in any case it's an improvement in comparison to before. So I hope you'll like it better. *shrugs*

All characters and ideas © Samantha S. (Tsuu). No stealing, please.

“Katherine” someone whispered to me. I opened my eyes; frustrated to find myself at the exact place I did not want to be. It took me a moment to realize I was alone. I pulled back my wavy brown locks, hoping the grogginess would go away. As I took a deep breath, my eyesight started to clear and I could finally see the wood clearing, as the sun that probably woke me up peeked shyly through the innumerous trees. As I already knew Jane was not beside me, I rolled down my window to look outside, reluctant to simply step out. I scanned the ground, the trees, around the manor that was visible--- she was nowhere to be seen. My heart dropped in disappointment. Typical of Jane. I let Jan’ wander off to explore, and now I have to find her. As if I was her mother! I thought to myself irritably, as I unwillingly took hold of the door’s handle and stepped out, taking the key and locking it afterwards, slipping it gingerly into my back jeans pocket.

I felt a momentarily chill as a soft but cool breeze passed by me. Who would have thought it could still be so chilly in the early spring. I zipped my jacket closed and with a tired face and headed towards the only building present.

As I walked toward every child’s favorite spooky story, I started to backtrack my memory and remembered that I had heard someone whisper my full name right before I woke up. I shrugged it off, for it was obvious, now, that I had dreamt it. After all, nobody had been in the car with me—and I had locked the car. Unless the boogieman is out to get me, I joked to myself.

I smirked to myself despite my restlessness the night before. Somehow, things seemed easier to deal with in the daylight. The sun and the clear sky was a reassurance to me. Even the manor appeared less daunting in the day, I noticed, as I stopped in front of what seemed to be a tall oak door. Its center displayed a pretty tainted glass window, featuring many different flowers. Beside the main door were the walls of stone, almost completely covered by moss and vines. Scattered across them were, strangely enough, lilies.

I looked behind my back at the van. It looked inviting. I sighed. There was no way out of it.

I opened the door of the manor, and as if on cue, the door’s rusty hinges creaked as I opened it wider. I felt like I was in a novel, where the heroine was about to discover her true identity.

But instead of discovering my identity, I found myself stepping inside and discovering something that by no means looked like a regular old manor. For all I knew, at first I felt like I had just stepped outside again. I was expecting grass beneath my feet, but instead my sneakers met the cold tile floor. I simply stood in mid stance, staring at the tremendous amount of plants, small trees and flowers scattered across a very, very spacious, “living room”. Even the ceiling had a large sunroof to lighten the room.

The last owner must have been some nature fan, I concluded with an open mouth.

I was dazzled to say the least, as I let go of the door and took a few steps forward toward this exquisite garden, forgetting the sound of the slight bang of the door closing. Walking closer to the center of the room, I spotted a charming wooden bench that sat behind a small concrete fountain that even now, seemed to be working, as the water sparkled in the sun’s reflection.

Something came over me, as I became excited and quickened my pace to the bench, momentarily forgetting completely what my main goal was, or any logic of what I was seeing. I sat down, like a child receiving her first toy, and smiled contently as I took a better look at my surroundings.

The room itself was enormous, the floor, a mix of grass and ceramic title. Bushes of many kinds made almost a hedge behind from where I sat. And beyond that were large oak doors, all going in different directions, all with tainted glass. Flowers, any flower you could possibly think of, were present. It was a rainbow of color, never ending, always beautiful. I looked up to see the glass sunroof. The sun was high in the sky, and sky itself, clear blue, with not one cloud to be seen.

Then I noticed something more, as I finally took a better look at the fountain before me. It had three bowls. On the very top the water trickled gently down…

But something was erect in between the water that flowed from the top. A white rose. My favorite flower... I stood up to take a better look, almost not believing my own eyes. I touched the petals delicately, and sure enough they were soft as any rose. Its stem stood sturdy between the constant flowing water. The flower had a strong, sweet smell to it.

And yet again, something came over me—I acted before I thought straight about what I was about to do, and plucked the flower out of its place. Knowing roses, they have thorns, and sure enough, my thumb was bleeding. I cursed under my breath and was about to suck on it until I saw that this cut was far too diferent.

The cut that at first was just a mere line, was now becoming something else. The cut opened more, making a journey around my thumb, tracing something. I was shocked as I realized that my thumb did not emit any pain, it merely tingled profusely. I watched the cut finally finish its course and stop bleeding, my thumb now numb, and finally saw its goal. It had traced a letter, in a elegant, old-fashioned script. The letter K.

"K" for Katherine.

Btw, I'd LOVE to have some pointers on how I can make this seem interesting and catch the reader with such a piece with no dialogue. I find it hard to write nicely without dialogue... Open to criticism. <3

The joker.

“What to do, what to see?
In a word, it’s three.
If you solve my riddle,
You shall be heard your plea.”

Such were the words of the joker. Meaningless and yet unfathomable behind his cheshire smile. Hands swift, caught was the apple that fell from my hands, into the endless dance of spheres it went. Brave and confident, he seemed to be, as he balanced on the trapize of the world, almost as if believing he could overcome it. Yet behind the painted face and diomond filled smile, his eyes, ever so dark, said otherwise.

The joker was a gamble. A gamble of wits, a gamble of hearts. A gamble of kings, queens, knights—a gamble of life.

More gibberish.

It's the COLOR.

Color is the music, music is the color.
Stars are its melody, twinkling each note like a chime.
Always in tune, always in line.
They are your eyes as they are mine.

A churning mix of paint,
never changing,
always turning,
as our orbit takes its daily course.
This colorful piece of bitter chocolate we call Earth.

Random stuff.

Me and the Pencil.

Me and the pencil.

I love the pencil. He’s my best friend when things get hard and I am at lost at what is supposed to be interesting in class. He’s an “almost” when I need him, an outlet of creativity, and sometimes even boredom. Creative boredom.

But lately Mr. Pencil is giving me a cold shoulder as my mind of fantasies of different worlds and characters… go hither. Why must he be so distant? It frustrates me if this dilemma become a bigger one.

Or is it my problem? Maybe what Mr. Pencil was saying to me months back was true. My lack of dedication is lacking, which is resulting in the lack of art. (LOL).

And I imagine he must be laughing at me in my self-frustration, as he watches me be consoled by the ever-kind Mr. Word. He has been far kinder and generous with me lately.

…

Why must I be so…

silly?


LOL. Just something I brewed up right now. I am bored and decided to entertain myself by explaining my dilemma in some funny words. Hope it amuses you like it does me. :J

Boyish dreams.

(I forgot to say this last time.) All ideas and characters © Tsuu (Syama, ME, haha)

"Wouldn't it be nice."

The young boy who spoke such abrupt words was sitting on the edge of the wooden canoe that rested at the dry shore, with his best bud', observing the view of the beach and the sun taking its journey down the deep debts of the ocean.

His best bud' was puzzled.

"What would be nice?"
The boy just smirked, and said: "Nothing."
Pouting was no doubt to be counted for, for his bud' was not satisfied. His friend nudged his shoulder.
"Come on. You can tell me."
"Promise not to laugh?"
"I promise!"
"I think it'd be awesome if we could just fly away from Edner Shore."

There was a small moment of silence between the two, almost as if what had just been said had been taken very seriously. But the boy quickly realized after this that his best bud' was far from taking him serious, as his friend burst out laughing without warning.

The boy with his dreamy thoughts was least to say embarrassed, as he felt his cheeks grow warm. He turned to his bud', who had actually fell into the boat now, holding his stomach tight and laughing like there was no tomorrow.

"Hey, I told you not to laugh!"
"B-but it's so funny!"
"Fine, I won't tell you stuff anymore!" And with that, the boy turned his back, arms folded and pouting.

His best bud' stopped laughing at this, got up from the floor and sat once again beside his friend, spreading an arm around his bud's shoulder.

"Aw, come on. Don't be like that. I get what you mean."
The pouting boy almost looked doubtful, but hopeful at the same time.
"Really?"
There was a moment of thought.
"Um. Well, no, actually."

The boy could only stare at his friend's response in incredulity at this, but then decided to look back at the ocean. It was a better sight.

"Idiot."
"Aw, come on! I was joking! I believe in you, man. Sort of."
The boy just sighed, disappointed.
"Okay."

There was once again, a moment of silence between the two. And as if on cue, his best bud' started laughing again. The boy was irritated.

"What is it now?"
His best bud' just grinned and wiped his teared filled eyes.

"You gotta admit, though. It was pretty funny."
"Oh, just shut up," embarrassed once again.

-- Another scene that popped in my head. I wasn't planning to make this so big. It was actually supposed to be quite small. But alas, I got carried away. Something simple and hopefully likable. :) P.s. I find it waay annoying that if you use either blockquotes or not, you can't use that whole cool way of dividing paragraphs, the old fashioned way. So sorry if it don't look nice and all.

Sorry.

“Sorry.”

The room was dim and cold. Cold because of the rain, dim because of the curtains obscuring the light. Cold because I was hurting inside. The young man who stood in front of me, who I had learned to know so well, looked at me as if such a word was bitter in his mouth. I fiddled with my chain bracelet nervously--the one he had reluctantly gave me--just trying to not look straight.

“Sorry?”

I didn’t have to look at him to know. He was outraged, though his voice was a mere whisper.

I shouldn’t have broken the statue of the porcelain princess. I shouldn’t have hidden Janis’ favorite clothes. Janis’ favorite earrings. The things that Daniel gave to her. What he gave to his fiancé.

The fiancé that I wanted to be.

My dreams were only fantasies, a child’s mere wishful thinking. But I could see that that would soon be over as Daniel spoke what I thought would be his last words to me.

“Pack your bags, Ruth.”

I struggled to not break my bracelet right there. This was going to be hard.

But strangely enough, as he said those bitter words, things indirectly became clearer. As I would soon realize later… that the room suddenly became brighter.

-- A random scene that popped in my head. I've finally realized how to get out of writer's block. Sort of. <:) Sorry about the lack of words lately and thanks for waiting nonetheless.