Post by wingedwarrior on Jul 9, 2009 0:29:13 GMT -5
I am embarrassed by this story, wrote this March 17, 2008..... was 14. Basic theme is Heaven is hell and hell is heaven....la la la....
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It all started here in home, it was morning at this time. The home was, battered and beaten, and made out of scrap. The columns were compiled trash, supporting more trash, but the owner sleeping soundly on the banig. The suns light had hit her face; she rubs her eyes to remove the stars. She looks up and sees the dusty mildewed ceiling, which had holes and was unstable; she needed a replacement, though she could not afford it. She sighed; she knew she needed to go through the vicissitudes of roof hunting. She grabs a plastic bag and put my old rags on.
She arrives at the dumpster site, knowing what she is looking for, she began her search. “Scraps of metal here, some tires there.” She would hum in a mellifluous tone. As the hours past, her bag was full of all sorts of goodies—she knew it was time to go. On her way out of the dumpster, she sees me, an old small man holding up a door. I reminded her of a Leprecon.
“Oi Janice, how would you like a life without hunger, pain, and a new roof? It would be a world of enjoyment.” Janice thought for a moment. “Yes... but how do you know me.” She said softly. “I am the Gate Keeper of Fooayashia; I know everyone’s name yu foo! Through this door, I can teleport you to the prestigious magical land of Fooayashia.” I retorted jubilantly sounding somewhat arrogant. My face had a dubious spasm on it because I was amazed that she never heard of such a place. Janice laughed until tears started to stream down her face. Thud, she fell on the floor drenched with laughter. I knew what was on her mind; I could read it. “I couldn’t believe this guy, he was baliw and hysterical.”—this is what she was saying. She finally stopped laughing and stood up; I was glowering at her, stricken red and exasperated.
“Sorry naman po. She said with a hint of sarcasm. “What is the catch that will enable me to enter this magical realm called Foockasia?” She asked restraining from bursting out into laugher. My eyes were now directly reaching her gaze, my teeth were gritting hard that it produced a grating and she could sense the tension steaming out. I took a heavy breath, “no catch but one warning! Just surrender all the scraps of metal you have collected and I shall let you go. I warn you, this is a crucial decision in your part.” By the expression of her face she felt uneasy. I read her mind once more, “took me hours to collect those precious materials, who knows, he might be scamming me. But I feel I must, my curiosity was aroused.” She said softly. She sighed and with conviction said: fine I will do it. That was the end of our meeting.
While she surrendered her precious junk, she closed her eyes. This gave me the advantage to call my manservant, who hid behind the compilations of trash. When he arrived, I would have already disappeared.
Janice closed her eyes and reached out my hand. She asked to take her to Fooayashia, there was no replay. She could hear, on what she assumed, was my footsteps approaching her. As he got closer, the hair the hair on her nape started to stand, by the look of her face and through mind reading, I knew she hoped the place I spoke of did exist— since it’s hard to live with a life of poverty. Her thoughts were interrupted by a Bang. He hit her hard that forced her to the ground. She opened her eyes and it was like seeing through a kaleidoscope. There was an unknown figure she had seen before, laughing hysterically. She could sense imminent danger. Soon after, she felt cold hands rubbing against her skin, which slowly crept upwards her body, she started to shiver and feel numbness. She could hear the glass beside me scatter and the scraps of metal, once carried, was now far away. Something was definitely wrong. Indigently she muttered, “this man was a liar, he may take me into the unknown… were something catastrophic may happen.” She was feeble and everything was out of focus. She had blacked out.
She woke up and scanned to see an unexpected scene. She lay on top of a queen-sized bed seamed with intricate designs all in purple; the bed was made of silk and had a golden base. The room was lavish, compiled with necessities and priceless features. Had she been taken there by the deranged man? Had she successfully been transferred to Foowayasia? Or was she off her rockers? She was filled with uncertainty and was stupor. She stayed in place, waiting, waiting to wake up from this mere reverie; but nothing. She lay blankly on the luxurious bed and decided to close my eyes. She laid there.—Sleeping?
“Madam! Madam!” A woman’s voice reverberated through Janice’s room. Janice groaned and sifted to the other side of the bed; she absolutely abhorred people who woke her. She felt someone shake her vigorously; she kicked the culprit still half asleep. Bootboot to you Janice shouted obviously aggravated and opened her eyes. She shrieked. She was surprised to see a woman dressed in maid’ rags. ““Sino ka ba?! Who are you? What do you want?! Ano ang gusto mo?!” Janice said alarmed. Madam, I am here to serve you lang, no harm po. At Madam, I am here to wake you up kase there is a welcome party para sayo po. Yun yang naman po. That’s all madam” “Party? For me? From who?” She was flattered and blushing. “It’s for you, from the community.” The maid responded sheepishly. Janice sauntered towards the closet, she was captivated by all the choices of clothing she possessed. She saw a beautiful dress; it was black and sexy, with pearls dangling on its hem and sexy cuts all over. She instantly put it on. She looked at her reflection and a smile appeared. She looked gorgeous. All a sudden women came out from the unknown, they had jewels and accessories. They told her to sit. As she sat, they fixed her hair into wispy spirals and put a crown on her. Shoes were presented and jewels, all abundant.
She walked out of the closet, hearing the cling and clang of her jewelry. She cat walked out of the room. The place she was in was marvelous, everything sumptuous and had fine interior. There were portraits of women everywhere, all beautiful, all Filipina women. Except for one. She look gorgeous, definitely mestiza. She had nice silky black hair that fell delicately on her shoulders and she had a nice sexy side bang. On her head was a gold crown, it was thin circle around her head. In the middle were two gold fang-like rectangles facing each other. Her outfit was sobrang ganda. She wore a black corset top. It had gold-like-strings in ribbons dangling from her shirt. The corset was made out of a type of reptile skin, the black on top of the shirt greatly matched with the brown. The black color looked like silk, very soft, very comfortable, and flamboyant. She wore a short miniskirt, like the top, it was glitzy. It matched perfectly all together, the corset top and the intricate designed skirt. The skirt looked like it was made out of the finest silk. Its tips had milk white lace that delicately complimented the whole attire. Her boots were the finishing touch to the outfit; they had pockets in the side and made the outfit proportionate. “At least she is dead! Humph.” Janice said with obvious envy.
Nonetheless, she approached the hall. She stopped on her tracks when she entered. Not a repulsive looking person in sight, the people everywhere, laughing and having a blast. There was a banquette filled with the finest, extravagant delicacies. Janice almost fainted. Everything felt surreal; the expensive beyond her dreams and wishes. She was more than grateful. She started to pray: thank you dear god, for this blessing, I love you dear god, good gracious benevolent one. Amen. As the crowds of men and women caught sight of her, they all began to clap. She felt flattered, not even, honored. “Welcome Janice Matibay, I especially organized this event for you.” A reverent looking man said behind her. She smiled at him and batted her eye lashes. “Oh’ really now! I would understand why, you look the kind of man to do that, ang guapo mo.” Janice said more than affably. “Why thank you. Once again, we people of Fooayashia, greet you.” He hit his chest and everyone followed. “Now, join us! Feast!” She did as she was told. Unaware of the time she had left.
She ate ravenously, no one seemed to mind. They talked, drank and she even got a dance with Curator as she calls the anonymous man who greeted her. It was one thirty in the evening, she didn’t feel like sleeping. She had asked Curator, on the other commodities that were present in Fooayashia. They excused themselves and she led her to a game room, filled with everything, from a golf course to the latest game available. She did not know anything about golf, but she gave it a shot. She swung the club— the ball went everywhere—bouncing off from the ceiling like a bullet. It landed in the hole. Her eyes widened and gleamed. She tried again—hole in one! She loved golf. The time flew by, but she didn’t care. She was busy playing every game possible—and winning. Curator was with her the whole time, this anonymous man glowering at her all the time, carrying an ogle look. She played all night and all day. If she was not playing she was parting with Curator by her side. She was still unaware of the time.
Weeks have passed by, maybe even months; Janice lay on her lavish bed that collected dust as time flew. She was not doing her usual agenda; she had not done it for a week now. She didn’t feel like it, she felt her years wither away. She noticed she didn’t look like what she had when she arrived. She didn’t feel like parting, or playing golf. She just lay there for weeks, Curator still by her side. All the time she had been bedridden, she had been contemplating. Now a days, she had been waking up, missing the smell of sinigang. She had requested for it to be made, but when she took a bite it didn’t taste the same. She would also recall, the times when she attended fiestas and sang the karaoke with her friends inside the canteen. She remembered the dreaded roof-hunting. Oddly, she yearned for it. She sighed and tried to stand. She fell. “Curator, oh’ Curator. Dear sweet, I love you, but I wish to seek home. ” “Dear, this is your home” He replayed affectionately. “No, I mean my home in the tabi-tabi.” “You can’t!” He shouted smug. “Why dear? I don’t understand.” Janice said. “You didn’t heed my warning?” Janice raised her eyebrows. “Even if I wished for you to go, you may not. Do you know where you are Janice?” “Wh-where?” Janice said tearing. “You are in Fooayashia.” She knew that, she knew where she was, bit could not comprehend what he was trying to tell her. She thought for a while, that is when she had a revelation. He was right. She had not taken his warning seriously. It was too late for her. “By the way, just to say, a portrait of you will soon be put up, it’s being made. You shall soon join the people there.” He remarked, as if expecting someone new.
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It all started here in home, it was morning at this time. The home was, battered and beaten, and made out of scrap. The columns were compiled trash, supporting more trash, but the owner sleeping soundly on the banig. The suns light had hit her face; she rubs her eyes to remove the stars. She looks up and sees the dusty mildewed ceiling, which had holes and was unstable; she needed a replacement, though she could not afford it. She sighed; she knew she needed to go through the vicissitudes of roof hunting. She grabs a plastic bag and put my old rags on.
She arrives at the dumpster site, knowing what she is looking for, she began her search. “Scraps of metal here, some tires there.” She would hum in a mellifluous tone. As the hours past, her bag was full of all sorts of goodies—she knew it was time to go. On her way out of the dumpster, she sees me, an old small man holding up a door. I reminded her of a Leprecon.
“Oi Janice, how would you like a life without hunger, pain, and a new roof? It would be a world of enjoyment.” Janice thought for a moment. “Yes... but how do you know me.” She said softly. “I am the Gate Keeper of Fooayashia; I know everyone’s name yu foo! Through this door, I can teleport you to the prestigious magical land of Fooayashia.” I retorted jubilantly sounding somewhat arrogant. My face had a dubious spasm on it because I was amazed that she never heard of such a place. Janice laughed until tears started to stream down her face. Thud, she fell on the floor drenched with laughter. I knew what was on her mind; I could read it. “I couldn’t believe this guy, he was baliw and hysterical.”—this is what she was saying. She finally stopped laughing and stood up; I was glowering at her, stricken red and exasperated.
“Sorry naman po. She said with a hint of sarcasm. “What is the catch that will enable me to enter this magical realm called Foockasia?” She asked restraining from bursting out into laugher. My eyes were now directly reaching her gaze, my teeth were gritting hard that it produced a grating and she could sense the tension steaming out. I took a heavy breath, “no catch but one warning! Just surrender all the scraps of metal you have collected and I shall let you go. I warn you, this is a crucial decision in your part.” By the expression of her face she felt uneasy. I read her mind once more, “took me hours to collect those precious materials, who knows, he might be scamming me. But I feel I must, my curiosity was aroused.” She said softly. She sighed and with conviction said: fine I will do it. That was the end of our meeting.
While she surrendered her precious junk, she closed her eyes. This gave me the advantage to call my manservant, who hid behind the compilations of trash. When he arrived, I would have already disappeared.
Janice closed her eyes and reached out my hand. She asked to take her to Fooayashia, there was no replay. She could hear, on what she assumed, was my footsteps approaching her. As he got closer, the hair the hair on her nape started to stand, by the look of her face and through mind reading, I knew she hoped the place I spoke of did exist— since it’s hard to live with a life of poverty. Her thoughts were interrupted by a Bang. He hit her hard that forced her to the ground. She opened her eyes and it was like seeing through a kaleidoscope. There was an unknown figure she had seen before, laughing hysterically. She could sense imminent danger. Soon after, she felt cold hands rubbing against her skin, which slowly crept upwards her body, she started to shiver and feel numbness. She could hear the glass beside me scatter and the scraps of metal, once carried, was now far away. Something was definitely wrong. Indigently she muttered, “this man was a liar, he may take me into the unknown… were something catastrophic may happen.” She was feeble and everything was out of focus. She had blacked out.
She woke up and scanned to see an unexpected scene. She lay on top of a queen-sized bed seamed with intricate designs all in purple; the bed was made of silk and had a golden base. The room was lavish, compiled with necessities and priceless features. Had she been taken there by the deranged man? Had she successfully been transferred to Foowayasia? Or was she off her rockers? She was filled with uncertainty and was stupor. She stayed in place, waiting, waiting to wake up from this mere reverie; but nothing. She lay blankly on the luxurious bed and decided to close my eyes. She laid there.—Sleeping?
“Madam! Madam!” A woman’s voice reverberated through Janice’s room. Janice groaned and sifted to the other side of the bed; she absolutely abhorred people who woke her. She felt someone shake her vigorously; she kicked the culprit still half asleep. Bootboot to you Janice shouted obviously aggravated and opened her eyes. She shrieked. She was surprised to see a woman dressed in maid’ rags. ““Sino ka ba?! Who are you? What do you want?! Ano ang gusto mo?!” Janice said alarmed. Madam, I am here to serve you lang, no harm po. At Madam, I am here to wake you up kase there is a welcome party para sayo po. Yun yang naman po. That’s all madam” “Party? For me? From who?” She was flattered and blushing. “It’s for you, from the community.” The maid responded sheepishly. Janice sauntered towards the closet, she was captivated by all the choices of clothing she possessed. She saw a beautiful dress; it was black and sexy, with pearls dangling on its hem and sexy cuts all over. She instantly put it on. She looked at her reflection and a smile appeared. She looked gorgeous. All a sudden women came out from the unknown, they had jewels and accessories. They told her to sit. As she sat, they fixed her hair into wispy spirals and put a crown on her. Shoes were presented and jewels, all abundant.
She walked out of the closet, hearing the cling and clang of her jewelry. She cat walked out of the room. The place she was in was marvelous, everything sumptuous and had fine interior. There were portraits of women everywhere, all beautiful, all Filipina women. Except for one. She look gorgeous, definitely mestiza. She had nice silky black hair that fell delicately on her shoulders and she had a nice sexy side bang. On her head was a gold crown, it was thin circle around her head. In the middle were two gold fang-like rectangles facing each other. Her outfit was sobrang ganda. She wore a black corset top. It had gold-like-strings in ribbons dangling from her shirt. The corset was made out of a type of reptile skin, the black on top of the shirt greatly matched with the brown. The black color looked like silk, very soft, very comfortable, and flamboyant. She wore a short miniskirt, like the top, it was glitzy. It matched perfectly all together, the corset top and the intricate designed skirt. The skirt looked like it was made out of the finest silk. Its tips had milk white lace that delicately complimented the whole attire. Her boots were the finishing touch to the outfit; they had pockets in the side and made the outfit proportionate. “At least she is dead! Humph.” Janice said with obvious envy.
Nonetheless, she approached the hall. She stopped on her tracks when she entered. Not a repulsive looking person in sight, the people everywhere, laughing and having a blast. There was a banquette filled with the finest, extravagant delicacies. Janice almost fainted. Everything felt surreal; the expensive beyond her dreams and wishes. She was more than grateful. She started to pray: thank you dear god, for this blessing, I love you dear god, good gracious benevolent one. Amen. As the crowds of men and women caught sight of her, they all began to clap. She felt flattered, not even, honored. “Welcome Janice Matibay, I especially organized this event for you.” A reverent looking man said behind her. She smiled at him and batted her eye lashes. “Oh’ really now! I would understand why, you look the kind of man to do that, ang guapo mo.” Janice said more than affably. “Why thank you. Once again, we people of Fooayashia, greet you.” He hit his chest and everyone followed. “Now, join us! Feast!” She did as she was told. Unaware of the time she had left.
She ate ravenously, no one seemed to mind. They talked, drank and she even got a dance with Curator as she calls the anonymous man who greeted her. It was one thirty in the evening, she didn’t feel like sleeping. She had asked Curator, on the other commodities that were present in Fooayashia. They excused themselves and she led her to a game room, filled with everything, from a golf course to the latest game available. She did not know anything about golf, but she gave it a shot. She swung the club— the ball went everywhere—bouncing off from the ceiling like a bullet. It landed in the hole. Her eyes widened and gleamed. She tried again—hole in one! She loved golf. The time flew by, but she didn’t care. She was busy playing every game possible—and winning. Curator was with her the whole time, this anonymous man glowering at her all the time, carrying an ogle look. She played all night and all day. If she was not playing she was parting with Curator by her side. She was still unaware of the time.
Weeks have passed by, maybe even months; Janice lay on her lavish bed that collected dust as time flew. She was not doing her usual agenda; she had not done it for a week now. She didn’t feel like it, she felt her years wither away. She noticed she didn’t look like what she had when she arrived. She didn’t feel like parting, or playing golf. She just lay there for weeks, Curator still by her side. All the time she had been bedridden, she had been contemplating. Now a days, she had been waking up, missing the smell of sinigang. She had requested for it to be made, but when she took a bite it didn’t taste the same. She would also recall, the times when she attended fiestas and sang the karaoke with her friends inside the canteen. She remembered the dreaded roof-hunting. Oddly, she yearned for it. She sighed and tried to stand. She fell. “Curator, oh’ Curator. Dear sweet, I love you, but I wish to seek home. ” “Dear, this is your home” He replayed affectionately. “No, I mean my home in the tabi-tabi.” “You can’t!” He shouted smug. “Why dear? I don’t understand.” Janice said. “You didn’t heed my warning?” Janice raised her eyebrows. “Even if I wished for you to go, you may not. Do you know where you are Janice?” “Wh-where?” Janice said tearing. “You are in Fooayashia.” She knew that, she knew where she was, bit could not comprehend what he was trying to tell her. She thought for a while, that is when she had a revelation. He was right. She had not taken his warning seriously. It was too late for her. “By the way, just to say, a portrait of you will soon be put up, it’s being made. You shall soon join the people there.” He remarked, as if expecting someone new.