Assignment #1

It was a cold rainy night sky in Trebor’s life. Drenched in sweat from the day’s hard work and soaked in millions of droplets of dew from the clouds that sympathized with him while he watched the sun on its own descent.

“What if I could fly,” he asked himself
“Maybe I could have followed her to the alley and there save her, at least right there and then I could tell her what I felt for her,” he continued thinking.

He sat and contemplated on the sun while getting a feeling of tiredness and sadness both in a harmonious duet.

“But maybe… this was my destiny… like all men, doomed to die in the end. Even with all the riches and wisdoms the world could offer, men will still die… and on my case, to die as a failure,” in his thought.

It was 10:00 in the morning when Trebor woke up and found himself late for his first day of his college life. Trebor was not like any college student, he was childish, imaginative, and would often times doze off in classes and anywhere, probably that is the reason why he had chosen an easy course… (not gonna tell any course). He quickly rushed to take a bath, dozes off, changed his clothes, dozes off, went to school and even while he walked he dozes off, what I tell -not like any college students- not like any promising students that is. But there is one thing that is quite unique about him and that is he always looks at the sky. Some of his classmates don’t know the real reason why, some of them even made up reasons for him.

“He must be a weather forecaster.”
“He’s not with us right now.”
“He might be thinking of something.”
“He must be envious of the birds flying freely up in the sky”
“He’s looking at the clouds or maybe the wind… which is impossible”

Those are some reasons his classmates believe why he do that, but when someone asks him why his only answer is: “I’m looking up to the sky,” as simple as that.

On their class’s break time when he converse with his friends he would always listens, he does not like to talk too much, and when he do he would always say something about the sky and if his friends don’t understands him he quickly change the subject to some things that would very much interest them like computer games, p*rnos and other interesting stuffs.

On the midterm period Trebor gained few good friends and also met his first love, though he do not look at and speak of the sky very much but still he never change his answer when his friends would notice and ask him why looks at the sky. One day his love one talked to him and wanted to know something.

“Bret (his nickname) tell me truthfully do you love me,” asked his girlfriend.

“Of course I do, why’d you ask something you already knew, I’ve told you about it a million times or if you want I’ll tell it to you a million more,” he replied.
“It’s because you always say the same thing to everyone whenever they ask why you look up at the sky,” his girlfriend said.
“You know I hate lying, and I know you do too, so I never lied, whenever I look up to the sky I simply look at the sky nothing else,” he answered.
“Tell me Bret, what do you dream of doing,” she asked.
“Well, that is to finish college and to marry you. That is all,” he replied but the girl seemed displeased with his answer.
“Only that simple?,” she replied angrily.
“I don’t want it to be miserably complicated as other people do,” he said.
“It seems between you and me things will not work out too well… I don’t want simple living,” she said.

“If that’s what you want I can’t argue with you anymore, men are like birds without chains, free to fly and free to decide. I’ll not hold any hatred or grudges on you, I just want to tell you that I love you very much,” the boy waved goodbye and turned his back on the girl not wanting her to know that at that moment a cloud up in the sky is raining.

At that night Trebor sat on the 7th floor roof top of the building of his apartment, not only to look at the sky but also to catch a glimpse of his former girlfriend going home. He acts not as a stalker on his opinion but only someone who watches at the things he sees. When an unfortunate event happened, while his former girlfriend walked away she was forcefully taken into an alley. Trebor not knowing what to do, he wanted to get down to the alley but it might take time and she might have been killed by then, and if he was to get there in time he is completely powerless of defending her. With no more options to choose from he jumped off from 7th floor to the street as screamed in order to attract attention and to frighten the robber. He was about to die when his former girlfriend reached him.

“I’m sorry I don’t know what to do to help… and I’m sorry that I’m always lying, the truth why I look up at the sky is that I dream of someday flying, and I want to take you with me up to sky and build a castle on the clouds… and that I..,” Trebor wanted to speak some more but couldn’t, he wanted to hold her and kiss her lips but he has no more energy left, and a tear fell on Trebor’s cheek when a grey cloud rained on that same night. He died with a failure of forgetting to inhale much air in order to say the last two words.

A ghost of the previous awaits by the sea shore looking at the saddest sunset.

“Maybe I could have followed her to the alley and maybe save her, at least right there and then I could tell her what I felt for her and tell her the truth. And I could have live little much longer,” the ghost last thoughts as the sun finally set.

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Friday, July 2, 2010 at 11:30am

Broken Wings

I too have once broke my wings

I bled tears and yet I smile

Whenever memory reminded me

How mortal only am I

But those two things never took,

Memory and Pain,

My power of flight

As long as my eyes of bird

Could yet still see the never ending

Skies and wondrous stars

I never fail to stretch my bruised wings

And began dreaming

I’m lying over the clouds

Restless and awake

Tasting each cotton candy clouds

Quenching my thirst from each droplets of rain dew

And Oh! How Tormented I am,

Not by darkness but by the life that gives me

Moon Luna smiles, I smiled,

I dreamt you smile, I slept,

I lie awake, dreaming.

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Sunday, December 26, 2010 at 6:10pm

Love Life's The End

The sky how many times I've gazed,

Her beauty at night I desired of love.

Controlling my height I now face,

Gravity my forever enemy I hate for I have.

I looked more and forever more,

Twice I love but never yonder.

To fly my wings able nevermore,

My tears fell and my feather sunder.

Third time, fourth, fifth, six, seven?

Let it reach thousand more and infinite.

I don't care, let it reach the heaven,

I'll count to forever and I'll love to infinite.

I'll never surrender be it my wings destroyed,

I'll never surrender be it my life destroyed.

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Tuesday, November 23, 2010 at 9:33pm

A Poem About Nothing

This isn’t a jest to be laugh at

Nor to be cried upon

Tears aren’t meant to fell without reasons

Nor are laughters to be loud without edibility

This isn’t a jest to be read seriously

Nor to be viewed as a jest

Seriousity is the perversion of reality

But it is what reality is

Should it be? Not my problem

But sometimes we must smile to view it at things

Funny or not it is still reality

Poem, I make amend as I’ve temporarily forgotten

Do forgive my insolubility for I’ve reacted without heed

Heed to my jestful action of reactive contamination

Whatever I am talking about

I do beget that idea lies within or without the context of each words

So hear me I do that to end this poem I should say

Amend me for I beget the enigma and drought

Thirst for what I meant to be actual said

Moo and that concludes this stream of convulsiveness

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Sunday, February 20, 2011 at 7:31pm

Unfinished Story #2

Hundred of years ago in a peaceful village called Nostal in the continent of Gaia, there once live the great time magus he was a blood line of greatest kings and queens from ancient and known kingdoms of the world, an apprentice of the four great elementals. This magus was so great that man and woman, of the old and the new born, of the dead spirits and soon to be born, respects him, he was loved and though he was feared because of his ominous power he was still loved.

One day a plague of Amneria, vicious beast of unknown hunger, mindless and never seen, because of their quick pace agility and untamed speed of inhuman strength, they are of legends and on that day the Amneria destroyed and burnt to ashes the village of Nostal and the evil magus that leads that plague locked the time magus in an eternal barrier giving him eternal life, immortality is a gift to most, to him to see the painful dread that happened to the magus village is the saddest and hurtful scar that left an excruciating mark both on his heart and on his mind, the slaughter, the massacre and the blood feast, and him nothing to do, all the knowledge that he learned he could not use, he felt hopeless, he lost his faith to himself and to God, and he felt nothing but pity and shame.

With no more anything the time magus let out all his might to freeze time outside his containment to stop the unending torment he is feeling, and in the middle of the village he saw his wife, then he felt a spark in his heart that he save the woman that he loves, but not so long when the spark disappeared and engulf with sorrow.

“I’m useless!” shouted the spirit of the time magus that is unfrozen.

“With great powers at my command and not even one soul I can save from the inevitable… The woman of my life is about to die and not a single thing I could to stop this fiend… I am too late, if only I had more time… What joke…” laugh the magus.

“A time magus like me wanting more time… pitiful… very pitiful, O! My wife! I’m powerless… powerless to save you… to save this village… not even to fix my shattered heart… I love you so dear… and yet I can’t save you… worthless!”

At that night, a dark cloud passed it rained, it rained days and nights, never ending, and never stopping, not a minute to rest, the ponds from the waters turned to a small river, and then to a big lake, only then after hundred of years the frozen people turned to stone because of the mud that was carried from the mountain of Remembria and may be also due to the magic of the magus which got infuse with the holy property of the soil from the mountain that turn the beings on once flesh and frozen solid of time magic cause the body to materialize to stone. Legend speak that a night of full moon a warrior will swim into the depths of the lake, now known as the Lake of the Sorrowful Memoria, the rain will stop and a bridge of seven gems will light up on the sky and free the time magus from it’s eternal tormenting slumber.

And after a thousand of years have passed a young swordsman beings chased by the wolf of the Night Time forest, which surrounds the great lake, stand guard at the edge of the cliff just a step away from his demise, with his sword firmly fixed on his two hands, he shivers not out of fear but the coldness of the storm that is just behind him and also of the tiring run in the forest. The wolf showed his fangs and lightning struck followed by a fearful thunder which is reflected from the blade of the swordsman....

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Unfinished Story #1

"I have love you the way you are since the first time we've met, and you need not to prove that you're better, because I believe that you're a great being," said Martha, the wife of Drake.

"It's because I know I can be better and yet here I am both doing nothing and being forgotten," asnwered Drake.

"Here we go again, it is always like this, and you will always ignore my words... please listen to me, you no longer need to do this," hesitatingly replied Martha.

"It can't be stop, you know I need to this and you know you can't stop me. I must go, on the break of the sun, dust clouds will be left behind on this... forsaken town, I ask you my love, would you come with me to prove what I can be, and if you can't come, then... let my lips kiss you as a promise that I'll return safe, and have proven that I am right all along." said Drake.

The was the last night that Martha had seen his love, many months have passed and thousand of tears has been kept from shedding, it is one of the promises that Drake told Martha by the moment he left.

"Martha, I promise you that the next time you cry it will be tears of joy that will slide down your beautiful cheeks."

Sweet, sweet words that Martha is still contemplating in front of her lifeless home now that her heart has departed away to new distants.

On the first day of the long journey of Drake, he met with men of different specialties and prowess, one of them is a warrior from a far away kingdom of Nortus, a place of high mountains and great masters of weaponry and of delicacies, another one is a prince from Elazul, and enough other men and ladies of which also seeking what Drake is, honor, truth, and proof, a proof that somewhere outside the walls of knowledge of men lies something far beyond, deeper and broad than any wisdom has ever known.

Because of Drake's social skills the people whom he met because his companion and a little bit later his most valued allies and good friends.

The first week of Drake took a lot of effort from him and his brigade just in order to clear up a mile due to the relentless storm that is stopping their tread.

One night, Evan a magician from Exobar after casted a magical force field around their camp and the others set fire proposed that the storm that is hindering them from going on must be some kind of sorcery.

Evan spoke softly, "Dear friends we've been with each other for some quite time and it's about time for me to raise my voice in order to satiate curiosity that arises in your mind."

Nestor, a Dwarf from Nortus spoke, "Tell us what you want to tell us then, don't keep me waiting, you know us Dwarfs we don't like waiting."

Drake galliantly spoke, "Calm down Nestor, Evan please proceed on what you're going to say."

"My friend I am sorry if I would say it just now but for some quite time I've been trying to think why there is storm in this part of the land when it shouldn't have? I say then that it is a form of sorcery that somewhere someone is discontinuing our travel." said Evan.

"It is probably be true but how can you say that it is sorcery and not in accordance to nature?," asked Drake.

"Drake, I think Evan is right." said Greg, a marksmen and a woodsmen from the kingdom of Soliras.

"Judging from the roots of the tree in this area they should have been soaked in rain water and yet not a droplet of water is surrounding the trees," explained Greg.

"Of course it will be dry can you see how tall the trees here and how green their leaves," exclaimed Nestor.

"I disagree with you Nestor, another thing that is wrong around here is that the only objects that I sense life force are ours and nothing else," said Evans.

"Only us have soul, surely you should know that," boastfully replied Nestor.

"No, you don't understand me, I meant life force as in life itself not the soul, in my Kingdom from Exobar, people would feel the life force of everything making life joyful because of the precense aura that each and everyone their emits, the animals, the fowls, the people, the rocks, and including the trees. But here... not a single tree is showing such aura," said Evans.

They are in a situation that in a game of chess in a position of stalemate where the king has no where else to go. And then came morning and still the rain kept on pouring when Drake spoke.

"If what is Evan is saying is true then let us proceed carefully, Evan keep your powers at ready when something sinister comes, and Greg..." Drake speaks when Greg spoke.

"I've already asked my falcons, Eremes and Silver to give us visual from the sky and from a mile before we travel," Greg answered.

"Good, and Nestor, keep your senses cautious and everyone stay calm and act as usual for we may be followed," Drake ordered.

Another has pass when Greg notice that they've been walking in circle, as if they are passing the same place over and over again.

Night has rose when they set camp Greg went to Drake and whispered.

"It seems we are moving in circle because we've been passing this spot over and over again," said Greg silently.

"Good that you notice just by now. I've been thinking of it for some quite time by now. Because inside of this hollow log we're sitting on is where I left a dagger by the time I notice that we've been here before and as you can see," Drake spoke, placed his hands inside the hollow log and took something.

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Thursday, June 3, 2010 at 6:26pm