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04-10-2007, 11:55 PM
I've decided to just put all my stories in one thread, instead of making a new thread for each story.
If you have any questions or comments about any of the stories, feel free to PM me ^^
Resurrection:
This story is about the prominent historical characters in China's Three Kingdoms period, focusing on the widely celerbrated Zhuge Liang, and his rival Zhou Yu.
This is part fanfiction based on the novel Romance of the Three Kingdoms, with slight changes in their personality, I will be using their historical personality, but events will happen as in the novel. So its only part fanfiction XD
A brief introduction for those who aren't familiar with the characters.
Zhuge Liang was a strategist, then later promoted to prime minister.
Zhou Yu also started out as a strategist, and was later promoted to be commander in chief.
The two are from different kingdom, which has an off and on alliance when ever they need to deal with the third, more powerful kingdom.
Wei Yan is a high general under Zhuge Liang.
I understand that this will cause severe confusion to all readers not aware of the history, I appologise in advance. Which makes comments appreciated ever more greatly.
If you are willing to beta read this story, I would be over the moon. Please PM me if you are interested.
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04-10-2007, 11:56 PM
A man might not be able to change his fate, but at least he has to try. Zhuge Liang knows his time is almost up, and reflects on the similarities between himself and another. Zhou Yu x Zhuge Liang, with both historical and romance elements mixed in.
The winds were harsh and unforgiving, tearing through the flap that represented the door of the commanding tent, blowing the carefully arranged candles out all at once. Wei Yan paused to stare at the strange formation for a brief moment before remembering his haste and original purpose. Roughly getting down on one knee, he faced his commander.
“Prime Minister, the enemy is attacking our supply depot. We await your instructions.”
Zhuge Liang seemed to not hear him, for the sleeping dragon was still staring at the now dead candles. Finally, he let out a deep sigh, seemingly one of acceptance, and addressed his General.
“Wenchang, I will leave the situation to your judgement.”
Wei Yan bowed, “I shall rally the troops, and hold our position. It’s likely that they will have retreated by morning when they realise that they have no chance of success.”
Realising that he wasn’t going to get any further response from Zhuge Liang, Wei Yan bowed once more and retreated from the tent. In his haste he did not refasten the flap door of the tent, and it fluttered wildly as if struggling to break free from a madman’s grasp.
The prime minister of Shu sat heavily back into the position of meditation he was in before the disturbance, yet his mind could not focus. Gazing back up at the candles, he reflected that it was an exercise that was doomed to fail. If correctly carried out, the meditation and candle formation could extend one’s life in times of sickness. However, one could not change one’s fate that heaven has set, no matter how talented or important one might be.
Being a master at reading the stars, Zhuge Liang had long known of his coming fall. The commoners believed divinity to be an incredible skill, one which can shape the fortunes of the world. However, as the bitter gust continue to raid the tent, Zhuge Liang thought the ability to predict one’s death most unfortunate.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of death, or he would have never left his straw hut. It was the fear of failure, the fear of never seeing his dreams become reality, the fear of promises that could no longer be kept. Unwittingly, he recalled a past memory of another man whose similar ambitions also went unfulfilled. To his surprise, the memory brought a smile to his face.
“What would you say if you saw me now? Grovelling on the floor and lamenting the spent candles. Alas, you were never one to appreciate irony, Gongjin.”
He received no response, for even the howling wind a moment ago was now as silent as death.
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04-11-2007, 12:05 AM
Author’s Note: I am trying to keep all the characters’ personality historical, while the events themselves are taken from the ROTK novel.
Gongjin is Zhou Yu’s style name, Wenchang is Wei Yan’s style name, style names are used to show familiarity or respect.
Zhuge Liang is sick here, almost to the stage of near death. The candles ritual is a Taoism one, where the spirit can be tied down to the body through purification and refinement. Liang is using it to try and live past his illness, but Wei Yan barged in and ruined it.
I’m not sure if I want to take it further and do Zhou Yu flashbacks here, or leave this as a one shot and do Zhou Yu and Zhuge Liang in present time.
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04-12-2007, 02:04 AM
This was more of an experiment in writing, the one sentence structure has been used in novels (Eg. Purple America) and story writing for sometime, just thought I would have a go at it too.
Consideration
Irony is a cruel mistress, and one which I paid dearly for our tryst, unable to resist a last look at the ruins of Midgar, I slowly made my way out of that cursed city, that particular thought made me pause, no, no, the city wasn’t cursed, it is I who was the one cursed, from this I suppressed a bitter sigh, pondering on the details of my existence has never been a favourite past time, after all, it wasn’t like I actually had a life, there was never any bright moments, no loud trumpets heralding sudden revelations, no stories for the children starting with ‘When I was young…’, the children, always the children, Tifa’s orphanage was testament to that, they were the first ones to fall as victims of Geostigma, the terrible disease which festered on the flesh until the body decomposed, the terrible disease where there was yet no cure, and no cure would be forthcoming in a long time, mainly due to the fact that there was no institution who had the technology, the equipment, the expertise or the funding to even research this new disease, previously, Shinra was the only company who had ever researched diseases, consequently they only did the research to make a profit from selling whatever cure they found, nonetheless, in the past at least the better off were spared the sufferings which now plagued the entire population, now that this terrible disease has found its way inside my body, I find myself wondering if I should have spared the laboratories that conducted deals with Lucifer himself, so that this taint could be erased from my body and the body of others, not that I have never been pure, even before being infected by Jenova, back then I was merely an empty shell, simply existing, as horrible as the thought may be, Jenova gave me an essence, a role to play, a goal to strive towards to, really, Sephiroth wasn’t wrong when he said that I was merely a creation of Jenova, like a blank canvas waiting to be used, I had no strong attachments to life before, the crisis has brought me and the others a reason to form attachments, the said attachment which, after the elimination of the threats, was no longer needed, and discarded as quickly as it had formed, not that I can blame them, they didn’t need any further responsibility on their heads, they have done enough, we all have, and we all thought, it would be okay for us to sit back, and watch the people slowly rebuild their lives from the pain Shinra inflicted, nevertheless, I knew that ignorance would cost us someday, while Shinra had collapsed, it had also taken the rest of the world with it, with no economy to support them, no electricity to work the infrastructure, no water for the pump relied on electricity, no food for the crops relied on water, it is not surprising that anarchy formed with in days, even now, it isn’t common for the weak to be killed over possessions as meagre as a slice of bread, I had to ask myself, how can the destruction of the source of evil cause so much grief?
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04-12-2007, 02:05 AM
Notes: This story itself stemmed from the fact that I think AVALANCHE was really inconsiderate, irresponsible and gun-ho. Seriously, why not let Shinra gather the huge materia and destroy meteor? With all four huge materia, meteor would most likely be destroyed, and Midgar won’t be just a pile of rubble. Also, having been an economics student, I foresaw so many problems with the collapse of the driving force behind the economy (aka Shinra) that I couldn’t even begin to list them. In short, I see the world after meteor as more like a decaying, picturesque hell.
If you have trouble imagining, just think of the recent New Orleans disaster, and apply what has happened there to the rest of the world, not a pretty picture.
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04-12-2007, 02:08 AM
This story is pretty much a parody, co written with Elanor.
Lost Tears
In the beginning, Trowa is by himself, thinking as usual. His face was the perfect image of an expressionless void, while his mind worked hard, attempting to unravel life, death, and the secrets of the universe.
"Who am I?"
"Where am I?"
“What is my purpose?”
"Why am I so cold?"
Moonlight shines through the top of the tent on to a sad, lost face. Trowa shivers as he sits on the edge of his bed in the darkness, completely unaware of the possibilities of other entities outside of the tent flap listening.
"I understand your situation and I feel sorry that he has amnesia and all. However, with him around, just what are we going to do?" The ring master fidgeted, throwing a nervous glance towards the medical tent every now and then.
"As his sister, I can not stand the thought of him in danger." Catherine replied sadly.
"Catherine! We can't let anyone find that he is a Gundam pilot!" The ring master had good reason to fear, for he was already imagining his precious circus burning to ashes in the background, as a man with a large weapon gracefully slaughtered his people before vanishing through a curtain of flames, all the while cackling evilly.
"We will just have to keep it quiet, he has no where else to go, and I refuse to leave him.” Catherine sorted through her options. She had briefly considered leaving together with her dear brother. However, an image of her caring for her said disabled, mumbling brother while she sold flowers in the downtown slums to support him flashed through her mind, and she quickly discarded that train of thought.
“Also, leaving together isn’t an option, for the circus is my home, my life, my aspirations!” She saw another image, one far more agreeable, of Catherine sitting on an acrobatic swing whirling over the heads of adoring crowds cheering her on.
“We will manage, the show must go on!" She smiled contently.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, flyers advertising the coming of a circus were thrown down from the top of a building. The wind, cold and merciless as zephyr, swept a few further into downtown slums.
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04-12-2007, 02:09 AM
One lucky flyer overcame the harsh journey and landed on the pedestrian walkway of the main road. It was quickly stepped on, covered with mud and grime, and soon became unintelligible.
Duo was taking a nice stroll through these dangerous streets at night. Rather disheartened from not having received any positive news from his fellow pilots in the past month. He had often contemplated taking action by himself, however that left the problem of what action he would be able to take and if those said action could be in anyway beneficial to their efforts in war. Silently he prayed to the God of Death to give him a sign as to what his next step should involve. No sooner had he thought this before something slapped him in the face, hard. Outraged, Duo peeled the offending intruder from his face, and tore the unfortunate flyer in half. His rage soared when he found that his anger could not be placated by merely tearing at a piece of paper. He vowed to track down the menace that started this shenanigan.
Once inside the circus, Duo quickly found a seat and sat down, act after act went by and Duo was getting rather irritated. The conditions were inhumane, the crowd was crowded, the surroundings were surrounded by litter, and food was expensive. Not to mention stealing right from under the nose of the vendor was a little harder than sneaking into the circus from the exit. Just as he was about to leave, the ring master announced it was time for the regular knife throwing act, which consisted of the knife thrower, and a masked clown. Duo sat back down, clowns were his favourite! After all, he needed a laugh from jokes someone else made once in awhile.
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04-12-2007, 02:09 AM
The knife thrower was impressive, Duo admitted, impressive in her handling of sharp instruments as well as other areas where good focused Gundam pilots like Heero Yuy would not care to think about. On the other hand, the clown was a joke, literally a joke, and not a good one at that. What bothered him the most, aside from the fact that several of the clown’s movements were eerily familiar, was the fact he wasn’t even trying to be amusing.
"Man, what a crappy clown, I should be getting paid to watch this." Duo stood up to shake the pains and needles away from his now aching limbs. A process which earned him several low grumbles from those who sat behind him.
The clown finishes his act, and bows.
The crowd cheers half-heartedly, quite a few whistles go out to the knife thrower.
The clown takes off his mask as he walks off stage.
Duo suddenly realises who the person behind the mask really is.
"AHHHHHHHH!"
This attracted everyone's attention, as well as awakening several elderly pensioners, and more than one startled infant stated to wail.
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04-12-2007, 02:10 AM
"I… I see dead people!" Duo stuttered out the first thing which came into his mind. Unfortunately, just as in any other situation Duo always seemed to miraculously find himself in, saying the first thing in his mind really doesn’t help his situation. Not that he noticed this trend, of course. By now most of the immediate audience has backed away from him in fear, while the rest, not so immediate crowd dismissed him as insignificant and turned their attention back to the stage. Although to Duo, the most threatening was the few golden hearted citizens who surrounded him making comforting sounds.
“Aww… Its ok honey, you’ll be just fine. Here, I’ll give you a hug.”
“Where are your parents sugar? I’ll contact them for you, they shouldn’t have let their ill daughter out by herself!”
“Hey there sweetie, do you have a boyfriend? I’ll take good care of you!”
“You look kind of pale, why don’t you go to the circus’ medical tent and rest awhile?”
Petrified, Duo analysed his situation and decided to select the course least likely to amount to danger. Thus he found himself carefully making his way the circus medical tent accompanied by the group of posses that he has yet managed to shake off.
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04-12-2007, 02:13 AM
Train
I'm aware that there are quite a few mistakes I have yet to pick out in this, so please point them out if you find them. I wrote this story originally in Chinese, and only just recently translated it. If you are interested in the original, I could post it too.
The story had referred to the Waterfall derailment accident on 31 January 2003, which happened in Australia. The characters, date of time and causes of the accident mentioned in the story was fictional.
This must also be the most morbid story I've ever written ^^;;
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04-12-2007, 02:13 AM
Train - Part one
It was raining heavily. Central Station was packed with passengers hurrying along to different places. In a corner on the platform, a girl in a short dress held her arms across. The automatic speaker echoed for times. Trains came and went on the numerous rails spreading side by side, leading to unknown destinations.
She was waiting for someone. Four hours had passed since six o’clock in the morning. It wasn’t raining yet when she arrived at the station, with the sky slightly dark above her head. The rain would start from eight. She knew, because it was her seventeenth birthday.
He still hadn’t arrived. He said he would come, so he would.
Every year on your birthday it rains, her sister used to tell her when she was young. The first time she met him was seven years ago on today, at this station. It was also raining heavily and she let go of her sister’s hand in the crowd. Then she stood on the edge of the platform, watching the trains came and went in silence. She believed her sister would find her. She wasn’t afraid. But sister didn’t come, and she grew tired. When tears started to accumulate, he appeared in front of her. He was a twelve-year-old boy at the time, with handsome face and a cold expression.
You’re separated from your family as well, he said commandingly. She nodded. I can’t find my sister. He smiled a bit and said, I often lose sight of my mum. She had to take care of my younger brother and sister. They wouldn’t find you if you just stay here and do nothing.
Then he held her hand and walked towards the ticket office at the other end of the platform.
She saw her sister from the distance. There was also a lady with two crying kindergarten children, anxiously describing the missing kid to an officer. See, as long as you’re with me, you won’t get lost. She raised her head to him calmly. He lifted the corners of his lips and smiled arrogantly.
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04-12-2007, 02:14 AM
Train - Part two
It seemed that he wouldn’t come. He didn’t come last year either.
Went on a train going to North Sydney. When it was reaching the station, fog covered the insides of the windows in the carriage and raindrops smashed the carriage violently. There was a great space of grayness outside. Passengers took double-seats in the humid carriage and their faces were unclear.
Her station was coming up after one more turn. The moment when her body inclined slightly, there was a desolation never been felt before. In such a cold weather, life was filled with pressure and depression. Her forehead and limbs icy cold, and the hair falling on her shoulder felt humid and wet. How she wished that he were sitting beside her like before. Held her hand in his warm palms, kissing her forehead softly. There was no factitious tenderness, brusquely commanding her not to be over-sensitive, mocking her drowning expression as she saw him.
Only he knew that she was only a child with limpid eyes, just like she was when he met her years ago. Becoming cynical and cold as a result of living, but never really learnt to be independent and strong. All she needed was a little bit of warmth and comfort, tolerance and companion; someone to hug on a rainy day.
The most fragile and tender emotions buried deep in the heart can be suddenly triggered under certain circumstances and in that moment, there was enough courage to abandon every realistic goal, and pursue a sole felicity. To spend the whole life with the man in love with, have children, live happily and peacefully ever after.
Even if only in that moment.
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04-12-2007, 02:14 AM
Train - Part three
She didn’t bring an umbrella. Getting off the train, she walked home from the station in rain. Pushed the apartment’s door open and went straight to shower. She was soaked through and sister said pitifully, it’s your birthday today and you don’t even take care of yourself. Sister was eight years older than her. She was a beautiful woman with long elegant hair who looked very much like her dead mother. It was always sister, father and her living together. But when she was nine, father passed away with liver cancer. To father she had had minimum impression, it seemed that he always believed in his androcentrism and played the role of the family master. But sister took care of her, sacrificed a lot and remained single to look after her.
So she got into the best high school and university for sister. She owed her too much and did not know how to repay. Even if she appreciated and loved sister, the one she loved the most since ten, had always been that little boy living in the south, holding her icy hand coldly and led her through the busy crowd.
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04-12-2007, 02:14 AM
Train - Part four
Dried her hair, turned on the computer and signed in MSN. He was online. She snapped over and pressed his name hard. It was the name of the singer, Train.
You didn’t come, she said. Why. She was incapable of accusing him. She had always had the premonition that he wouldn’t appear.
Sorry. There was an emergency SRC meeting at school today; it was in a hurry so I couldn’t inform you in time. Happy birthday. It really rained again.
She saw his inky green font on the screen and smiled contently. For years he didn’t seem to change. Rarely consulting other’s ideas, neglecting their emotions rudely. Self-assertive, self-determined and arrogant. Lifting the corners of his lips when he smiled, full of evil scents but always looked like an immature kid joking around.
He lived with his mother and two young siblings in a small residential area in southern Sydney since he was born. He rarely mentioned his father and she never asked. They kept contact ever since the day he returned her to her sister.
Afterwards he went into a good university, even further from City. Sometimes she missed him, who had grown into a tall and handsome young man. Since they both had to attend schools and the distance was too far, chances of meeting were slim. The two holidays every year, they arranged to come out and meet at Central Station, the median between them. There was one more day beside the holidays—her birthday in late June.
No matter they had work or not on that day, he would catch a train to meet her in Central and she would wait for him early in the morning. Every year since she turned eleven.
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04-12-2007, 02:15 AM
Train - Part five
Does it really rain on your birthdays? This was when Internet wasn’t popular yet and they exchanged letters.
Yes. And it starts at about eight am, when I was born. Can you come and see me on that day?
Ok. One more thing, you don’t have to bring an umbrella on that day anymore. One is enough between us.
He never made allowances for others or himself. He stood by his words and never altered the things he promised. As he was the eldest son in the family, he’d been taking part-time jobs to assist the family since young, and was an independent and strong person. Sister had always liked him and silently trusted her to him.
The rain grew heavier. Sister interrupted and entered the room once, cutting cakes for her. Oddly, they had always met awkward silent moments like this ever since she turned sixteen. Sister saw his name appeared online on MSN and looked uncomfortable. They finished the cakes, she cleaned the plates and both went back to their own businesses.
She typed on the keyboard. Do you remember when you came to Central, you always waited for me to walk over once you found me, and then you’d open up the umbrella—
Then we walked along the empty rails, leaving the station area and could walk a long way.
I thought you forgot.
When we walked on the railway, the rain grew heavier and the noise was huge. The only objects clear insight was two lines of rails underneath the foot, extending infinitely.
It seemed quite dangerous now that I think back.
Don’t worry; I have super hearing and sight. As long as you’re with me, there would be no problem.
She started laughing again.
You don’t believe me? Well at least I have a lofty skill holding the umbrella, you never got wet once.
But half of your shoulder was always wet. Plus, the umbrella you used could shelter two people anyway.
This has nothing to do with the umbrella itself.
Yes it does. I remember the umbrella you used was black, big and heavy with steel frames…
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04-12-2007, 02:15 AM
Train - Part Six
He rarely went online, usually on weekends, in net cafes or the university library. Every time she would chat with him for a while. She started missing him endlessly. It was at least one year ago since last seeing him in person. In both holidays he had had urgent missions to accomplish. But he couldn’t even come and see her on her birthdays. Maybe he was really busy. After all it was the third year in university, he was a leading member in the SRC, and had to take care of his mother and siblings. Maybe she asked too much. Maybe she thought too much.
Helplessly trying to experience the warmth as he put her icy fingers in his palms on grim and bleak rainy days. Walking together on an endless railway, he held a big umbrella for her, keeping away all the pains and coldness. When he smiled, it was the happiest moment filled with courage.
Why are some things gone forever. Disappearing in the rain and never return.
Don’t go to the station again tomorrow, sister walked in the room and said. It was the evening on 22nd June. She raised her head in abrupt, looking at sister hollowly.
You know that he can’t go and meet you…your friends and I have prepared an eighteenth birthday party for you tomorrow, it’s the day you become an adult. You can’t just come home gloomy and all wet.
She was chatting with him on MSN.
Sister, he promised so he would come for sure. I can wait…until he appears.
…At least bring an umbrella.
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04-12-2007, 02:15 AM
Train - Part Seven
Six o’clock, early morning. On the void train station, the air smelled of vague humid scent of mud. A train from the south was about to pull in. He wasn’t there. It was too early. Wait for the next one.
Eight o’clock, morning. The rain started to pour. Stairs were muddy and wet, passengers were extra cautious. She crouched up in a corner on the platform, watching the trains come and go in silence. He promised he would come. It was her eighteenth birthday. A special birthday.
He would come, because he promised me. Because he loved me.
Ten o’clock, forenoon. He still hadn’t arrived. Did something happen? Her forehead and limbs were icy cold. She only wore dresses, and her naked legs lost consciousness in the winter rain.
Twelve o’clock, noon. The sky was as dim as nightfall. Tears started to accumulate. Another train from Wollongong to Central arrived in the station. Tens of doors opened automatically, the crowd hurried in and out. She struggled up in a twitch, walked slowly towards the ticket office at the other end of the platform. There was boundless rain outside the platform, and she had had nowhere to hide.
And then she noticed that on an empty railway, he’s blurry silhouette stood under that black steel umbrella in the rain. Lifted the corners of his lips and smiled at her.
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04-12-2007, 02:16 AM
Train - Part Eight
She jumped down the platform and ran towards the railway. Water and slop were spattered on her lily-white skirt and slim legs. The rain soaked her body and blurred her vision.
Standing on that railway, she stopped. He wasn’t there. He didn’t come. He wouldn’t come. But at least she could pretend he was there with her.
She opened the black umbrella sister brought for her, and held it high in the air, so there was enough space for him as well. A side of his shoulder and arm were always wet because he held the umbrella for her. Now she could hold the umbrella for him. She talked to him in the most pleasant tone.
You know, sometimes I hate myself. If it weren’t because of my selfishness, you wouldn’t have caught that train to Central on my sixteenth birthday. If it weren’t for the curse I was born with, there wouldn’t be such rain on that day. The media had reported the mountain coasting and the train derailment as striking news, because nobody had predicted our trains could cause fatal accidents.
That day I waited on the station until midnight and searched through the hospitals, extravagantly wished that your name on the death toll was only an accident; that you did not cruelly leave me behind, waiting. It was not until packing up the relics did I realize that every password for your accounts was the seven-digit number of my birthday. So I used the Polygamy patch for MSN and signed in both of our accounts at the same time. You were not here anymore, and I could only comfort myself.
I never used to understand why it rains every year on my birthday. Now I finally know that, it is fate that destined us to meet on this train station because of the rain. And that we depart on the same station because of the same rain. But I love you. I cannot let go of your hand. Therefore let us walk the last part of this endless way together…
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04-12-2007, 02:16 AM
Train - Final
She held out the empty hand and held his hand. The rain was so heavy that the only clear objects insight was the two lines of rails underneath the foot, and incalculable raindrops hammered the ground rapidly with ponderous clashing sound. It really hurts my arm holding up a steel umbrella, and we’ve walked a long way too. Are you tired? Tears ran down her cheeks emotionlessly, mingling with the rain.
He wasn’t with her, nobody were there to accompany her anymore. Nobody had better hearing and sight than him. She was on the railway, holding an umbrella and walking by herself. In the noise and shield of the rain, she did not notice a train from the south rushing towards her on the same railway. She just walked steadily and peacefully along, until the rails underneath the foot seemed to have changed.
The instant before the train crushed the steel frame of the umbrella. She raised her head calmly, and saw him standing next to her, holding her hand. Lifting the corners of his lips slightly, looking at her with that innocent devilish smile. It is real. She could feel the warmth of his flesh and blood. He really did come. He came to take her with him, leaving together.
The engine roared as it sped away. On the empty railways, he held up the black steel umbrella with her beside him. The rain was still heavy, but they no longer worried or feared. They could walk together like this, holding hands forever.
The fate destined them to fall in love on the train station because of the rain. Belong to each other for eternity. Never again would depart.
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04-12-2007, 11:08 AM
Trying to simulate quiet anger and frustration, a writing excercise.
Reflections
A pleasant and cloud free night, evoking the creative spirit. I write as I watched the clock turn, as the cars rolled by and the world spined into a new day. Peaceful and calm, like a drug. A bitter-sweet melody woven to cover up and hide in. Such a simple irony.
At the moment I am calm, and yet I am not at the same time. I want to hurl something, to scream something, to break something for a small measure of satisfaction. Yet I do not. I sit here and write. What I am writing now will not be published, because it is not professional, therefore deemed utterly useless. Most adults would prefer to see me studying, exercising, and learning new things in the prime of my life. Do I listen? No, of course not. I have long since learnt not to drink every drink given to you. For some may be harmful. I can make my own choices, one supposed trait of humanity is being able to think and choose. Even if my choice is wrong, I made the decision and I should harbour no regrets.
I am not angry, not really. In thirty years time I will be just like them, or so I predict. I am more frustrated than angry. I write this now for myself, to plant a land mark in my life, so that in thirty years time I can look back and compare, and change if necessary. I want to be able to see how I thought at the age of adolescence and reconsider my views later on. I do not wish to become like them.
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04-12-2007, 11:08 AM
Adults raises children, children becomes adults and raises their own children. A never-ending cycle. The transition to each stage is so slow that it feels like an eternity. No one notices that the transition is not a few big steps, but many little steps leading to the next level. Once each step is taken, there is no going back. One must keep walking forward to survive. Once we reach the next level, we can only look back on the previous level with wistful thinking. During our hassle and bustle in life, we never notices all the little steps we take, we only notices once we reach the next level. Thus life feels like a marathon, a long arduous journey. Therefore I want to set landmarks in my life, and record this moment, record my current thoughts and ideas, feelings and emotions, to last for as long as I still care.
Adolescence is a period of transition, where teenagers practise for the life ahead of them. It is like a test run of a new car. So why not test the boundaries and power, even if we are not at the correct level in life? If we are given a restriction, why not test the boundaries? See how far it will stretch, collect this knowledge and store it as experience. This I believe is why the adolescence stage is also the rebellious stage.
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04-12-2007, 11:08 AM
In an adult’s eyes, the only way to maintain control is to either add more restrictions, or release all restrictions. Like a beggar hanging onto his last coin, adults hangs onto control, onto tradition, onto their believes, onto their own pasts and onto us.
As a person grows, their way of thinking changes. Right now I am trying to think how I would have thought five years ago, but I cannot do it. Once a step is taken, you can never go back again. The doors of childhood have shut up on me, and I am forced to leave and never return. The way an individual’s way of thinking is just like components in a computer, we always assume that the latest version of a program is best. The world always assumes that as we grow, our way of thinking improves as we are updated. This may be true, but not always right in every situation and time. Even if another path is better, adults will go on their current path, because they choose it. Just as they stick to their choices, we stick to ours. Both parties are blind and deaf to each other, a solid barrier has formed and nothing passes through. Like compartments on a train, each compartment flows with the passage of time, one behind another, and moves forward together, but the compartments do not mix. They stay in separate cells. Trapped and alone, while emotions and pressure builds up. This is how we live. Why change to a different system if the current one is functional? Why attempt to improve if the improvement may harms us? So the components are locked together, moving as one, and yet forever apart.
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04-12-2007, 11:24 AM
Exile - originally in Chinese, translated recently
The Western Capital is ruined and in chaos,
Jaguars and tigers roam amidst disaster.
Again I flee the lands of the central continent,
And go for refuge among the wilderness of the south.
The heavens mourn to see me go,
My friends together seek to hold me back.
Outside the gate there is nothing to be seen,
But white bones scattered on the plain.
By the road-side a woman is starving.
She hugs her child then lays him in the grass.
She turns her heard and hears his cries of weeping,
But she wipes aside her tears and continues her journey.
"I do not know the place where I shall die,
"So how can two together hope to live?"
I hurry my steps to flee away from this,
I cannot bear the sounds of words like these.
South and I climb the critical ridge,
Turn back my head to see far-off prairie.
Now I can understand the poet of the "Falling Stream",
And my sighs of sadness cut me to the heart.
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04-12-2007, 11:29 AM
The Sacrificial Hunt
And then the Sharpshooters and the Guards of the Gates,
Each with sharp swords and whistling arrows,
Running from their vantage points and hastening in pursuit.
Birds are frightened and fly into silk,
Beasts in their panic run upon spears.
No bolt from a cross-bow fires in vain,
No bowstring draws twice to the mark.
The arrows do not kill singly
But pierce and hit two at a time.
Confusion of movement, a medley of chaos,
Arrows with marker-strings crossing in flight.
A wind of feathers and a rain of blood
Poured on the ground and spread in the sky.
… Snaring lions and leopards,
Roping boars and dragons,
Dragging buffalo and oxen,
Beating down elephants and bear.
Leaping ravines and gullies,
Crossing cliffs and crags,
Striding hill-sides and mountains.
Great boulders overthrown, Pines and cedars uprooted,
Woods and forests destroyed.
Nothing remains of the grass and the trees,
The birds and the animals have all been killed.
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04-12-2007, 11:50 AM
A poem about my OC Princess Yulia, simulating a journey. Starting with over confidence and arrogance, and ending in despair and repentence.
Journey through the woods
A time when I was young I have worn gorgeous dresses,
Draped in golden sashes and adorned with jewels.
A gem-studded blade hangs at my side,
And a tall ceremonial hat I wear.
Decked with pearls that glimmer like the moon,
With a pendent of the finest jade.
Though there are jealous fools who cannot understand,
I ride on my fine mare and pass by unperturbed.
Give me green-horned serpents for my steed,
Or a diamond dragon to tame and ride,
In paradise with ancient kings I roam,
On the world's roof I stride.
My life should thus outlast the universe,
With sun and moon supreme.
By the southern stars and waterfalls,
At dawn I cross the stream.
I gaze my last upon the river bank,
The autumn breeze blows chill.
I halt my company here within the wood
My steeds beside the hill.
In covered vessel travelling upstream,
The men bend to their oars;
The boat moves slowly, strong the current sweeps,
Nearby a whirlpool roars.
I set out from the bay at early dawn,
And reach the town at eve.
Since I am upright, and my conscience clear,
Why should I be so grieved to leave?
I linger on by the tributary stream,
And for the first time, know not where to go.
The forest stretches deep and dark all around,
Wild apes seemingly swing to and fro.
The beetling cliffs loom high, shading the sun,
Mist shrouding every rift, mysteries abound.
With sleet and rain as far as the eye can see,
Where the low dense clouds slowly drift.
Alas! all joy has vanished from my life,
Alone beside the hill.
Never to follow fashion will I stoop,
Then one must live more lonely still.
Refrain now that the phoenix is dispossessed,
In the shrines the crows make their nest.
Withered is the delicate jasmine brush,
Fair is foul, and foul is fair,
Light is darkness, darkness devour the day,
Sad at heart I haste away.
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