| Wednesday, October 11, 2006
Gregory told me I should write, just write anything. Blogging is never enough.
I can't help but agree with him. The brain is like any other muscle. Leave it alone and it will atrophy. My writing skills have worsened a lot from long period of slacking. My once vast vocab, my once descriptive writing, my once ... motivation.
This piece of ... drabble is dedicated to Gregory for reprimanding me and of course, God. (I'll explain it later.)
There is still something wrong with my writing flow. It tends to jump a lot.
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The very air in the house was oppressive. John Lau took a deep breath to calm his mind and his racing heart. He pushed the lid of the coffin away. It groaned in protest, and the priest was afraid that the noise might awake the sleeping denizen. John Lau sighed in relief when he saw its eyes were still closed.
In one swift action, the priest brought the wooden stake down onto the creature's dark heart - only to have his wrist caught in the vampire's gelid, vice-like grip. John Lau's heart leapt and he cursed in surprise; the stake was only an inch away from the target! The grip tightened considerably, forcing him to relinquish hold of the stake.
The vampire's eyes thundered open. It turned its dark, deep-set eyes onto the priest and grinned, revealing sharp incisors. John Lau struggled against its grip, but it was futile. Thought process kicked in after the initial moment of shock. With his free hand, the priest whipped out the blade hanging at his belt and stabbed it into the vampire's wrist. Filthy, crimson blood spurted out at once. It howled in fury and shoved him aside. John Lau crashed onto the wall, a spider web of cracks emerging from the point of impact. He choked from the unsettled dust, and got onto his feet shakily.
The priest knew that he had no chance against such a creature in physical combat. Vampires are known to have the strength of twenty strong men. However, he came fully prepared, armed to the teeth. John Lau raised his handgun and fired six rounds in rapid succession at the creature's chest. Bullets pounded soundly - the night walker staggering back from every round.
The smoke cleared ...
Unfazed, the vampire smirked cockily. The night walker's wounds were beginning to heal. "I confer with death itself, what can you possibly do to harm me?"
A soft blue, lambent light bathed the room. The vampire flinched in pain and averted its eyes from the glow emitted by a crucifix.
It was the priest's turn to smirk. "Life triumphs over death." he announced confidently. John Lau readied his second stake, stepped forward - in which the vampire backpedaled from every step taken.
"Cheap tricks, catholic priest." the vampire hissed, and spat caustically. "Cast away your crucifix and fight me on faith alone."
"Only a fool would do that."
It was as if something snapped after he mouthed those very words. The holy glow from the crucifix flickered and dimmed.
"What in the world is happening?" he thought. The priest thrust the crucifix out frantically over and over to no avail.
The vampire recovered and stalked the priest like a cat cornering a mouse.
"Weak is your faith, priest. If you had thrown away your crucifix, this battle would have been yours."
With a quick flex of its wrist, the vampire smashed the crucifix. "Without faith, it is merely wood." It laughed mockingly, and pinned the priest on the wall.
"I win, Father." The vampire snarled and sank its baleful fangs into the priest's jugular.
Fear pried into the priest, plunging into a level nothing has reached before. Death he did not fear, but eternal damnation remained for an undead. Fighting the immense pain shooting throughout his body, John Lau delved into his coat pocket and put out his last trump card. He then stabbed the Host into the forehead of the vampire - the consecrated bread burning its pale flesh. The night walker howled in pain and rage.
With his remaining strength, he kicked the vampire in the chest. Snatching the opportunity, the priest bolted out of the house, clutching his neck in an attempt to staunch the blood flow.
This battle was far from over. He knew the vampire would pursue at dusk.
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Explanation: For those there are more mentality challenge. There IS a moral for this short piece of work - the part where the crucifix loses its power. It was because the priest placed his faith into wooden cross. If he have cast away the cross and firmly believed that God is with him, the glow would remain. However, he didn't because he thought that without the cross he would be helpless to vampire's attack. As the vampire said, "Without faith, the cross is just wood."
You know what ... Screw Blogger's dumb format. Argh.
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I blogged at 11:10 PM
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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
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