This is Interstellarlove

Chapter 10 In the early morning, Ariam was thrilled as the wind blew a flurry draft at her sweet face on the deck of the Grateful Dead. They had been sailing for almost three days and two nights, making their way on sea to the Dagger Fortress of Krajinyr, Kina Shira for that was their destination after Tmavy Woods. She can tell by the way the wind pushes the air and the smell of the surrounding, they were closing by, and it was a matter of hours by now. The ship sailed close by the shore, sea stacks dotted around, and wind was chilly with the smell of fresh sea.             Standing on the top deck with her, were all her companions. Most of them had been properly acquainted already, except for Jamarpabelle who mostly kept to himself. However last night, Jamarpabelle and Ariam had a moment. “You’re a very quiet person aren’t you?” probed Ariam as she looked at how calm and soothing the elf’s temperance was last night. She knows that every person living or dead in the world has s

Chapter Ten Wednesday, morning, I am tired. Blah blah blah, I really like this and that. I am now a killer. Hooray, my neon lights shine above me labelling the crimes I have done. This is tighter than a virgin nun. Hallowed be thy Name, the cracks of kingdom of heaven will smash unto earth, forgive no one, and torment everyone. Yaddy daddi da, hoopla, Amen. My English teacher stands too close in front of my desk with her small little hands on her hips, trying to lift her belly because she is pregnant. Miss Fatimah gets pregnant every year, probably to get out of work early, or maybe she just really like the pain, kinky woman you are Fatimah. Yesterday, I killed two men. Now I’m listening to this woman talking about how I am not paying attention in her class. When will I go to prison already? I look up to this woman, and I think of Spiderman. I like the whole deal, the costume, the motif, the powers, and the morality of this superhero. There is a ghost in my closet, it crawl

22/12/201X. 0712, MUSIQue Gitar akustik, gitar elektrik, bass, drum dan bermacam lagi instrumen muzik yang entah apa - apa tersusun kemas. Di bahagian tengah kedai itu, kelihatan seseorang sedang leka memetik gitar. Bunyi petikan gitar memenuhi segenap ruang kedai muzik itu. Harmoni dan sangat menenangkan. Sengaja semua lampu dalam kedai dibiarkan padam. Hanya cahaya lampu jalan dan cahaya matahari yang baru menerobos atmosfera sahaja yang menjadi pencahayaan pada persembahan akustik sendirian itu. Badan digoyangkan ke kiri dan kanan, menghayati simfoni yang sangat mengasyikkan. Tangan kanan pantas mengubah kord yang sedang dimainkan. C, F, G,Bb. Sesekali, kepala dianggukkan, rambut afro ikut mengangguk sekali. Sesekali gitar diangkat tinggi persis gaya Jimi Hendrix. Tiba - tiba handphone berbunyi. Alarm pukul 7:30. Okay, masa untuk kejutkan si manis ayu. Nombor didail pantas. Call. The Crustacean - Mr. Love berlagu di hujung talian. Tepat 10 saat, panggilan dimatikan. Ditek

“Tonight, we scream our lungs out! This is, Tearing Your Masks!” Suasana hingar dalam bilik kecil tanpa pintu itu semakin terasa. Tingkap dibuka luas, siling yang boleh dicapai dengan sekadar mengangkat tangan kini hitam dengan kesan tapak kasut. Bayang tubuh - tubuh diarak dan batang tubuh sedang moshing terlihat apabila cahaya neon menyambar pantas. Lampu sengaja dibiarkan pada tahap minima dan bergantung bebas di atas kepala. Bilik segi empat sama berkapasiti 200 orang itu penuh dan telah bingit sejak dari jam 10 malam lagi. This is the Torture Chamber. Tempat khas melepas stress. Tempat khas melayan perasaan. Tempat khas bertemu dengan secret society. “Jump, jump, jump the fuck up!“ Tiada flyer dikeluarkan. Cukuplah perkataan yang dibawa dari mulut ke telinga, ke mulut secret society tentang persembahan yang akan berlabuh malam itu. Terletak betul betul di pusat bandaraya, bising Torture Chamber tenggelam dengan lambakan bar dan kelab malam yang beroperasi secara h