Saturday, April 22, 2006
the crescent moon hung in the cloudless night sky shone brightly over the city. matthew walked out of one of the big tall buildings in that concrete jungle of the city. his needlework classes had just finished and it was time for him to head home. he wore a long-sleeved teeshirt and jeans. he always wore long-sleeved tops. maybe it was because of the cold weather, since it was autumn and winter was coming. maybe it was just his style of fashion. he waited a few minutes at his bus stop for the bus to arrive and then boarded it. he was on his way home.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
i got married yesterday! NYEH. :D
Friday, April 14, 2006
YES!
Friday, April 07, 2006
i feel so blank and empty. sigh.
matthew was a 17 year-old guy whom his classmates thought was queer. he never really liked sports. he thought soccer was boring, and basketball was equally bad. he did not even play computer games. although matt was a bit strange, he still had his small circle of friends. he was helpful, but only to those he was close to. the one thing that everyone knew was that he was a master at needlework. stitching, knitting, embroidery, you name it. he could do it for you. a needle would remind you of him. he once helped his best friend, johnny, sew back a button that had accidentally been ripped off. he always carried around with him a needle and some thread. strange as it may seem, he thought it was perfectly normal. it was how some of his friends always brought water bottles, or a sweater to schl; he brought a small sewing kit. dolls also intrigued him. maybe it was because of the neat designs dolls always had on their clothes.
matthew dated a girl from the schl opposite his. her name was jeanny. jeanny was a pretty girl. she had large eyes and her smile was absolutely gorgeous. her long hair was tied at the back with a ponytail. she was bespectacled, but looked stunning with her glasses off. she was tall, tanned, and fit. many people wondered what jeanny saw in matt. they had been together for about a year or so. matt had sewn jeanny's pink sweater and customized its look. it had pretty designs on it. despite the randomness of some of the designs, it still looked pleasant. perhaps in all that randomness, there was some sort of message hidden. but nobody noticed anyway.
one friday, matthew came to class in tears. lessons hadnt started yet, and his friends, including johnny, approached him with concern. matt just pushed his way to his table and plonked onto his seat. he crossed his arms, put them on the table, and buried his face in it.
"what happened to you today?" johnny asked.
johnny was the sort of friend you could count on. he would always be there for you, and would do anything to help you. he'd do his best to help his peers.
matt looked into johnny with his red and teary eyes. it was written in his eyes. the pain. the disappointment. the suffering. the depression. the break up. johnny grabbed a chair and pulled it next to his friend and sat beside him. he put his arm around matt's shoulder and matt returned his head to his arms. the long sleeves were wet from his weeping.
"meet me at our place after schl today," was what johnny had to say.
after a few hours of chatting and two tubs of icescream, matthew looked much better. even though his eyes were slightly puffy, his smile showed that he was alright. but johnny didnt know; it was just a facade.
when the weekend ended and schl resumed again on monday, matthew didnt go to schl. johnny was puzzled, but thought that maybe matt was just feeling unwell and stayed home to get some rest. but he didnt come on tuesday. nor on wednesday. johnny began to worry. matt cant get over her?
upon schl dismissal, johnny went to 'our' place, and there he was, matt, sitting on the seat with his left arm on the table, and his head lying on it. he must have dozed off. and so johnny jogged over to matt.
only to find him dead.
matt looked extremely pale. and he felt cold. a pool of blood had formed on the table. the volume of blood was immense. the blood had spread across the table and had dripped off the edge of the table. the edge which faced towards the river. thats why a normal passerby would just think matt was sleeping when they walked past.. there was even more blood on the floor than there was on the table. the small droplets of blood that was around the main pool of blood had already dried a rusty brown colour. they had splashed slightly as they trickled off the table and hit the ground. johnny gasped when he saw matt's arm.
there was a deep slash running along matt's left arm from the elbow right down, past the wrist, and to the palm. however, most of it was hidden under matt's work. only the ends of the slash could be seen; the majority of it hid under thread. thread that was now soaked with blood. thread that had been sewn onto his arm. thread that spelt out the words,
i died loving you.
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i got a new idea for my next short story!
xDD
stay tuned for it.
BAHAHAH.
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goodnight.
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