| Sunday, August 27, 2006
Damn blogger is preventing me from posting pictures. I had something to share with you guys.
Argh!
I was chatting with Elaine yesterday. She told me my fiction was explicit... and pornographic.
Here's the difference between pornographic and ... making love.
Pornographic. Two people having sex out of pure pleasure. Think: One night stands.
Making Love. Sex is used as an expression to show how much one person loves the other. Shirou and Saber love each other, you know? Just that Saber only admitted it at the last episode.
Oh my. Didn't I say that mentally-immature people shouldn't read it.
Seriously, I thought it was rather mild. Maybe it was due to the fact I watched the anime before. It's like someone presenting a Harry Potter's final chapter and saying it's amazing to someone who don't know a thing about Harry Potter. How's that person gonna appreciate it?
For someone who didn't watch Fate/stay night, this writing seems like a normal, descriptive scene of two people.
For someone who watched the show, this piece of work becomes a beautiful masterpiece, a work of justice. A friend who watched it told me my fiction was very natural and in-character. See! I told you!
Anyway, back to my main blogging topic.
Author's note: Here's an original piece of fiction I wrote two years ago. TWO YEARS AGO!!! It was inspired by a friend who told me a ghost story. My standard of english was surprisingly good then. In this story, I like the descriptions. Nothing compared to Pride and Glory though, my most well-written work to date.
My language became worse with the passage of time. *sigh*
Two years ago, two years ago. Like I used to say, drop me a bloody comment.
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The bright full moon hung high in the sky, occasionally shrouded by the dark ominous clouds. A susurrus zephyr sent litter hurrying along the void deck and messed up Roy's ebony hair. He stole a glance at his cellular device. The screen stared back with a lambent glow that displayed eleven-forty five.
"It is about time."
Right on the dot, a pretty teenager with long tresses of silky raven hair, fair skin, full pink lips and a well-balanced body strode past nonchalantly. Roy didn't catch the color of her eyes though. She seemed kind of cold, almost like a sentient marble statue.
By some serendipitous event, he chanced upon this young lady who went home around eleven forty-five every time. A cute girl living a floor above him! Once, he tried to call out to her but to no avail.
"Today is going to be the day." Roy thought to himself and let out a silly grin.
He moved quietly after her, careful not to make any noise.
She lived on the fifth storey. When Roy finally reached it, she disappeared. Roy furrowed his eyebrows.
"That's fast, no clanging of keys."
He knew where she stayed. The other apartment belongs to an old lady.
All the thought processes was overshadowed by a more fundamental voice that was screaming danger. Danger! In words that were not words at all. Roy's heart palpitated with trepidation. He ambled towards the door and peeped cheekily into the keyhole.
All he saw was cardinal. His vision was clouded with a crimson shade. Neither forms nor shapes.
"That's strange." Roy raised an eyebrow. He shook his head like a dog shaking water out of its fur and walked away dejectedly. He caught sight of the pretty girl's neighbor. An eccentric old lady dressed forever in gaudy clothing, her snow white locks growing thin. So bony was she that she could've passed for a skeleton.
"Hey auntie, does anyone live in that flat?" Roy asked politely.
"Huh? No one lived here for four years." She replied, revealing tobacco-stained teeth.
Roy gave an uncomfortable smile and continued his way home. A palpable and portentous feeling overcame him. The very air was getting oppressive. He felt someone watching him and the hairs on the nape of his neck was standing on end. He hurried home.
"What the heck is happening." He asked himself.
After a fifteen minutes shower, Roy gazed at the mirror and screamed, his heart leapt. Fear pried into him, touching a deep and primitive level where nothing had ever reached him before.
Standing beside him was the once-pretty girl. Her face mutilated and marred and her hair disheveled. Maggots squirmed from her face and several fat white worms fell off. She was smiling. No ... smiling wasn't the word. It was just the flexing of the jaw muscles. Her eyes were red.
Finally he realized what he was staring into just now ...
THE END.
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About Me
Name: Clement
Age: 20
Status: Single, and on hiatus
Interest: Writing, Maids, Animes
Currently: National Service
Located at: Purgatory
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A tinge of creativity transcends reality into a beautiful fantasy
I am too modest a wizard to reveal the full extent of my capabilities
If you can't seduce a woman, you won't be able to write a novel either
Speaking to God is prayer, God speaking to you is schizophrenia
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