Fanfic (Excerpt)

Part of my 30 Seconds to Mars 'Fan Fiction.'
I wanted to post something, so here's "something."


Her skin was pale, her hair still dripping wet and her cold, lifeless eyes stared back at us, as if she had no remorse for taking my brother.
“What the f*** have you done with my brother!?” I took a step forward and Tomo’s hand was on my arm, restraining me from going further. The girl –the ghost– just continued staring; didn’t move. I looked at Tomo, who let go of my arm as we both walked towards her. I could feel the tension rolling off Tomo. I knew what he was thinking, so I needn’t have asked. “We don’t have anything to protect ourselves” was all that was running through my mind. That, and Shannon’s laugh, Shannon’s smile…We were a few metres away from the ghost of the girl. Oh, how I wanted to scream at her. It. Whatever it was. I wanted to run at her, charge at her, throttle her and demand answers. I don’t think I was hiding these feelings very well; my fists were balled up, my knuckles white in the slight darkness. Once again, like last time, the ghosts pale eyes flickered lifelessly to me. It felt like she was staring straight through me, into something deeper. My soul, perhaps? My eyes narrowed and I could feel Tomo right beside me. “What have you done with him?” I asked as calmly as possible. Tomo shifted beside me.
“We just want him back…” He muttered. She paid no attention to him; her eyes were still on me. Cold. Watching. I got a chill as she spoke.
“It’s too late. You are too late.” Her eyes never left mine.
“BULLS***!” I yelled, taking a defiant step forward. In that instant, she vanished with a loud screech, like a microphone too close to the speakers. I lifted my arm in defence, as if she was coming right towards me, but as I removed my arm from my eyes, I was once again staring at nothing. I started to sob. My eyes were wet with tears that refused to fall. I could sense Tomo behind me still, afraid to interrupt me. I turned and he was standing, stunned. My eyes were still wet, and I wanted to cry badly, but I didn’t. I regained composure, or enough, at least, and made my way closer to Tomo.
“We’d better get going, man.” He said in a hushed voice, as if that ‘thing’ would hear.
“Yeah…” I took one last glance at our refuge, the small little room that would always be known as the room that Shannon disappeared in. I actually had considered never coming to New Zealand again, after all of this was over. But, everything had to be over first to determine that. I sighed and I walked with Tomo across the road, coming to rest outside the tall red iron gates that separated us from the dock, full of possibly hundreds of freight containers, tall cranes and the crashing ocean that I couldn’t see far beyond the concrete plains.

The Writing Challenge.

Might be interesting to try?


Day 1 — A letter to your Best Friend.
Day 2 — A letter to your celebrity crush.
Day 3 — A letter to your parents.
Day 4 — A letter to your sibling (or closest relative).
Day 5 — A letter to your dreams.
Day 6 — A letter to a stranger.
Day 7 — A letter to your most recent ex-boyfriend/girlfriend.
Day 8 — A letter to your favorite internet friend.
Day 9 — A letter to someone you wish you could meet.
Day 10 — A letter to someone you don’t talk to as much as you’d like to.
Day 11 — A letter to a deceased person you wish you could talk to.
Day 12 — A letter to the person you hate most.
Day 13 — A letter to someone who has caused you a lot of pain.
Day 14 — A letter to someone you’ve drifted away from.
Day 15 — A letter to the person you miss the most.
Day 16 — A letter to someone that’s not in your state/country that you know.
Day 17 — A letter to someone from your childhood.
Day 18 — A letter to the person that you wish you could be.
Day 19 — A letter to someone that pesters your mind—good or bad.
Day 20 — A letter to the one that broke your heart the hardest.
Day 21 — A letter to someone you judged by their first impression.
Day 22 — A letter to someone you want to give a second chance to.
Day 23 — A letter to the last person you kissed.
Day 24 — A letter to the person that gave you one of your favorite memories.
Day 25 — A letter to the person you know that is going through the worst of times.
Day 26 — A letter to the last person you made a pinky promise to.
Day 27 — A letter to the friendliest person you knew for only one day.
Day 28 — A letter to someone that changed your life.
Day 29 — A letter to the person that you want tell everything to, but too afraid to.
Day 30 — A letter to your reflection in the mirror.

The Short Adorable Quote

If nothing lasts forever,

Can you be my nothing?

Boaza

Fall Of An Empire

I watched the twin towers collapse
To millions of ashes
With tears rolling from its eyes
Blinded by its own speckle of dust

I watched the pyramids at Giza
Crumble back to sand
As though bowing to its mother - the land
After forgetting her when it had already touched the skies

I watched the Great Wall's hollow crevices
Led its way to its breaching
Only to find the cracks came from within

I watched the brave fall of Spartans at Thermopylae
Just because a traitor showed the way to their enemy
Blood was shed for countrymen
Yet showed no shade of gratitude.

Boaza

What you should do 4 love?

Talk to someone. If you love someone just go for it show her how much you mean to her through song tell how much you mean to her through poem and make her know how much she is to you through your smile and words love her go for it love has no age, no rules, and no mistakes love is real and lives through two people~!

Real love comes from a real heart remember that!

Boaza

When the ground fails to swallow you up.

As the last can stopped rolling across the floor, and the crash ended, Jonathan realised the flaw in his plan.

Imaginary?

My shortest short story.


Is it just me,
or can I see heaven
in these padded walls?

The light way.

Towards the door.
I walked.
Walked to the end.
I saw something.
Great.
White and BIG.
Light.
At the end.

The End.

No Hope, No love, No glory

One of my shortest short stories, It has changed alot:

It was perfect.
As I entered through those doors, nothing else mattered.
Was he happy? Content? Over-Joyed?
The look in his eyes said it all.
No.
Sadness? Hatred? Despair?
What was it about the look in his eyes that day.