Twist.

“O-ok. So-so you put these elements - the elements of disaster. And - and you put…umm…some sort of weapon into its inside to create catastrophe - uh - yah. And - and - and, then you realize that - that something out there, is killing you. YOU rage. Then you settle to the bottom of the ocean and start to ponder how much the world has changed. No wait - wait…you would then place a bottle of wine into the loopholes of transparency and indulge in the stresses of society; brilliant - oh so brilliant.” He dazed into space for a second and then eyed at me. Gave a little wink and started staring at the ground.

“OH. So you meant that aliens are your friends and people are your nemesis?” I asked absent-mindly. Time’s running out. We have to hurry.

“Nemesis? Oh you meant the bomb that set on fire and went blasting over the oceans of the world and drinking off the mountain waters of society? Oh - oh that! And - and, umm…aliens? You meant those figurines with two eyes and a nose…and - oh, they look like you…? Heh?” He gave a sick smile.

I did not have time to think. I had to continue and I’ll just ignore his sick gestures. “Alright. So dust bins have wings and coke float’s poison?” I stared at the nearby window and looked back at him before he realized something was a miss.

“Dust bins…they bite. I mean - mean…they tend to kill people when you place your hands into them. ARGH ARGH ARGH! The sounds they make. And then they tend to engulf your heads into mine fields filled with coke floats - coke floats that are poison.” He laughed loudly and started hitting the side of the table.

“Ah- alright…” I narrowed my eyes towards the same window and mouthed certain words towards Seth who was almost agitated. I mouthed an “okay” immediately and stared back into Jacob’s direction. “So…hmmm…you were saying that there was a secret chamber in your attic, right?” I finally asked the question after getting comfortable with him. “Like…you have a basement and an attic. And you said that just between the both levels - there’s a secret pathway to eh…space?” I had to deceive him, a little.

“Well - well…umm…space? YA. Space. It - it teleports you to space and then swallows you up and vomits you into the vacuum air and…eh…oh…ladder. You have to climb the - eh…ladder there. First. Yep.” I was relieved! He finally talked about the ladder.

“Yes. Yes. The ladder. Where’s that?” I got rather anxious and just shot out my question.

“Umm…left side…cabinet…switch…opens.” He fumbled a little and went back rambling about how outer space was filled with worms.

“Ah…okay.” I slowly dragged off my seat and went towards the direction where the switch was. Seth was at the other end, waiting for me to activate the button so that we could escape from this mad house.

James claimed that he liked me and thus, I was trapped with him for the past 28 days. And then one day I saw him activating the ladder from the cage that was behind him. The thing was that…he holds a shotgun. And it’s freaking scary. So, after getting closer  to him, I realized that he could be tricked when I divert my conversations into weird topics such as…well…aliens.

Slowly, I walked behind his rocking chair and the shrieking noises freaked the hell out of me. But I had to bear with it. Just ten more steps and Seth would be able to escape. And of course - pull me out.

Seth oh seth…the warrior that rescued me from the war that was happening and then running deep down the mines and finding a perfect-looking house only to find that there was a mad man living inside…I shook my head a little to get back into where I was; I must not let my mind wander.

Without pondering much, I pressed the button and the ladder, indeed came down. I eyed the window yet again and I saw Seth climbing upwards into the rooftop so he could use the ropes that he had made over the last 28 days to bash through the glass window that was just above us.

I waited. Butterflies built. Jacob was still rocking his chair and staring into outer space; small grins could be seen but such a sick look just made me wanna get out of here immediately.

AND, just as expected, Seth bashed through the window from the above and my face brightened up. I eyed at Jacob who eyed at me and smiled.

“WOOOOO! THIS IS FUN!” Suddenly, a shout from Seth could be heard. “I have never expected to have a Mission Impossible plot in our house! WOO! Look at this rope - JACOB! HAH! Oh - look who’s this fool who had been playing with us. HAHA! FUN! FUN! It’s REALLY REALLY FUN! Ja-jacob?” He smiled at Jacob. I was stunned.

“OH JA-UH…” His eyes suddenly opened widely and…blood flowed down his mouth.

Jacob pulled out the knife that he had stabbed into the chest of Seth and came walking towards me. “Don’t fool me. Stupid spies.” Jacob replied sternly - he has never spoken without stumbling…ever. I was still shocked. And confused. 

“Hah…tryin’ to get out secrets from here just because you guys think I’m mad. It’s stupid. But it’s exhilarating. I love this game. And Tess, you are next, my dear girl. The last 28 days was rather exhausting. I mean…acting mad and not being able to finger your lips. It sucks. And I feel absolutely sorry for myself.” He laughed.

“What the…” I finally spoke.

“Well then…let the game - BEGIN!” He shouted.

It turned dark.

And all I could hear…was his laughter. 

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Illusion.

He shuffled his fingers on the metal table and came closer to me.

“So, you thought you were right, didn’t you?” He asked, arrogantly.

“No.” I replied firmly and tilted my head away from the glaring lamp.

“What made you do that - huh?”

“Nothing. I did nothing.”

“So, YOU think you can get away with that?” He rubbed his hairy-looking chin. 

“Never did. Never said so.”

“Acting smart, eh?” He banged the table.

“Absolutely not, sir.” I replied firmly, yet again; I scratched the top of my head. Smelled my finger tips and realized that it smelt like baby powder.

“So tell me, how did Jake die then.” He circled round me. “Do you think he would have sewed wires through his skin and electrify himself with a switch that was a few centimeters away?” He glared at me; neatening his white attire as he continued circling around me.

I narrowed my eyes to the corner of the room and then looked at him “Well…” I raised my eyebrows “maybe he really did - “

Before I could continue, he banged the table yet again “REPLY HONESTLY! I’m a remarkable detective -” he came closer and looked me in the eye “YOU better answer it well…if not…” he circled round again. This time, he took something out of his pockets. “This girl here,” he showed me a photograph of a frail-looking girl that had golden hair “will die.” He poked a plastic knife onto the photograph and slightly adjusted it so that it would appear as though it remained standing. But of course, it fell and he got a little agitated.

“Who’s that?” I asked, appearing as though I was inquisitive.

“That’s Jane. JANE STEWART. She’s a smart chap. Gettin’ all those distinctions and cooking delicious foodies…I mean, she could gladly well be a great girl. She’s lovely. AND SHE’S ABOUT TO DIE BECAUSE OF YOU, DAMN IT!” He screamed out and kicked the plastic chair that was to his right. “so ANSWER the DAMN question before I take this pen and poke through your eyeballs…”He breathed loudly and glared at me sternly; eyes raging with anger and arms vibrating with pain.

” I thought she’s dead.” I replied calmly.

“WHAT IN THE WORLD - WHAT IN THE RIGHT MIND ARE YOU TALKING EH! She’s my sweetheart! Did you just say SHE DIED. She’s now trapped in some idiot’s apartment and she’s not GONNA BE SAVED because you do not want to TELL ME how the hell did JAKE DIE and how did JANE GET KIDNAPPED! Damn you!” He kicked the chair yet again.

” Alright. I’ll tell. You killed him.” I replied yet again with sheer pride.

“WHAT - what…hah - you freakin’ moron. Hah…I - I killed him? Oh c’mon! I’m the freakin’ detective here and you said I killed him? You are an idiot.” He hissed.

“Hmm…well…” I placed my hand from my chin to my arms and started rubbing it “I thought it would have been interesting…” I continued rubbing “to tell you the truth so you would stop the accusations.”

“STOP RUBBING YOUR SKIN!” He yelled out loud and kicked the table this time “freakin’ stop it!” He held his hands towards his head and started shaking around. “I’M TELLING YOU! I’M THE DETECTIVE HERE! STOP YOUR -” before he could continue, an administrator wearing a white coat came in. “Time’s up, doc.” He signaled me and asked me to escort Jake out of the room. “Jane’s waiting at the clinic to administer his medication. You better hurry. He bites.” He smiled slightly and walked out.

Without any hesitation, I got hold of his white attire and gentle dragged him forward. “FREAKIN’ TELL ME HOW THE HELL DID JAKE DIE!” He hissed and showed his teeth towards me “I NEED TO KNOW! JANE’S IN DANGER!” He continued.

I just smiled and continued to drag him forward; I felt a sense of pity for him ever since he entered the mental institution when he killed his lover - the lover that had cheated him numerous times.

So, all I could do was to take part in these role-playing games that were often played close to bedtime to worn out patients so that they would not wander about in the middle of the night. It’s a tough job but it’s worth the time.

He entered into the clinic and I went off work. “Hey Jane, my love.” I kissed her on her cheeks but unfortunately, Jake saw it and  started yelling. Without hesitation, she sent a flying kiss towards his direction and he beamed with pride. “OH JANE! YOU ARE SAFE!” He jumped! “You are safe…SAFE YOU ARE!” He jumped again and his eyeballs looked as though they nearly fell onto the ground.

“Oh sweetie…” I smiled to her as she wrapped her arms around my waist and we walked towards my vehicle. But I always wondered why the vehicle had muffled and faded colorings and how the door was made of metal instead of the usual aluminium. I mean, there’s always only one entrance into the vehicle instead of the usual four but I felt more secure this way - so Jane would be protected as long as I guarded the only entrance into the vehicle; even so, it was kind of sad because I always wanted Jane to have perfection in every item I possessed. 

We walked ahead and I saw a sign that was labelled “mentally disturbed patients”; it was a sign that I saw so often that I could literally memorize every bit of it. But I always wondered why my vehicle was in there. Even so, my vehicle was spacious.

“Now now…in you go.” A hoarse voice ordered (he had a similar pin that I had on his right chest with the name Doctor Sean; most probably a junior doctor of mine…haha) and I went in, kissing Jane goodbye. I hated it in this vehicle. I mean, it’s cushioned all around and there’s only a small window. And every single time, Jane would go to the restroom (as told by the guy with the hoarse voice) and I would only be able to meet her the next day. I know…I know…ladies often have girl problems but I’m guessing her’s more severe then usual. And so I let her go to the restroom.

I took off my doctor coat and threw it aside; it was relatively hot in here. My subordinates often guarded the outside of my vehicle so no intruders would come in. I mean, I’m stronger than they think but it’s cool to know that I was being protected from intruders. Without hesitation, I jumped towards the cushioned wall and tugged my head towards it - sleeping away my troubles and looking forward to seeing Jane the next day.

But then again, I do wonder why they lock up the door of my vehicle. I mean - they are overly paranoid about intruders coming in…oh wells. I’m well protected and so, I shall sleep in here till the next day arrives.

However so, a lady would always interrupt my privacy; she comes in a little past twelve midnight every night to feed me some pale-looking seeds. Who eats seeds in the night? And she calls them medication. Oh come on, even fools could see that they are seeds. Even so, since she said that Jane takes these seeds to strengthen our love, I eat it every night - and that’s how we remained ever-so-loving.

Jealous much? Eat some seeds at night - they do help. I should catch some sleep. There’s more lovey-dovey moments that awaits me the next day.

Good night world. Good night - good night!

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Invasion.

“Hush, hush, she’ll be alright,” I whispered softly into Adele’s ears as she cried buckets of tears when she saw how her little sister had became. “It’s just a dream. Sleep. Sleep. It’ll be over when you wake up,” I assured her with a little pat on her fragile-looking shoulder; her mind must have been perpetuated with the fragments of how her little sister was maliciously endeavored by the troops of indignant immortals; smirking like beasts and walking as though they were kings, they raped little children and  slaughtered off the body part that they deemed as desirable.

“Hands. They chopped off her hands.” I exclaimed angrily to Mutter, who was to the side of me. “Malicious beasts. Hell to them!” I vibrated as I tried real hard to control my emotions. 

“They’re coming - more. And more of them…they have invaded. We’re finished.” Mutter looked down to the dark grey floor and I could see drops of tears dripping into the depths of its hollow linings. “So it’s true. These mutants…they kill.” I whispered, still unwilling to accept the fact that an innocent little girl had been mutated so that they could satisfy their thirst for power.

“This won’t do. I would look no further.” I kicked the bag of chips that was dangling to the side of the window frame and pushed opened the metal cabinet. “I’m fighting them. TO HELL…to them.” I narrowed my eyes towards Adele to see if she was affected by the anger that was raging within me. 

“Immortals. Immortals!” I hissed loudly but again, controlled myself so that Adele would not be disturbed; her sister laid a few centimeters away from her; her blanket had been soaked with blood and we have been trying really hard to control the hemorrhage. 

As I opened the metal cabinet, Mutter grabbed me tight and held my neck. “Stop. Now.” She said sternly and I paused my action. “Put down. The. Damn. Gun.” She jerked my right arm and I immediately dropped it onto the floor.

The loud impact that had hit the ground woke Adele up; having saw what was happening, she screamed in dismay. “SHEESH! ADELE! SHEESH!” I panicked as the echoes of the horrified screams reflected against the rough walls and diffused into the nearby surroundings - where the malicious beast were lurking.

“SHIT!” I screamed. Mutter still had her arm grabbing my neck. But something was not right. I saw spikes…tiny spikes growing on her skin. It grew bigger as the sunlight out there begun to lower itself into the nearby sea. Her breath became heavier; her heartbeat became louder. I was petrified. 

“No…no way.” My breathing got faster and my face flushed red; I was in denial that Mutter had been infected with the virus that was known to convert human beings into mutants that kill.

“Surprise, ain’t you? HAH!” Her voice changed into a low robotic tone. “Surprise that…I INJECTED the virus into myself. AREN’T YOU! AREN’T YOU FREAKING SURPRISED?!” She pushed me to the ground and stomped her feet flat. Her eyes were glowing red.

While she was in the midst of her angry mutters, I grabbed the gun in front of me and shot her - twice. I covered Adele’s eyes as she screamed in agony; her sister was unresponsive injected with anesthesia and was completely immovable.

I was shaking - real hard; gluey green substances flowed down my hands and onto the floor; it was glowing in the dark. “This won’t do…this won’t do…we’ve got to hide…they - they…no…yes…they must have heard us…no…” I fumbled and immediately rushed towards any opening.

I locked the door and shut all the remaining windows. It was pitch dark and I hugged Adele tightly as she remained completely emotional.

All I could hear were the soft puffings of the oxygen machine that was sustaining her little sister and the hush and puffs of Adele’s sobs. I was too disturbed to even breath. I swallowed my saliva constantly - afraid that a single breath would alert the mutants towards us.

Then there was a knock on the door.

I stood still.

It knocked again; the knock sounded familiar;

it was a knock that no mutant would have known. 

Was it help?

‘Who’s…there?” I asked, carefully.

“Me.” A familiar low robotic voice replied. 

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Rain in the Sun.

Sometimes, I wonder why there must

be negativities instilled into my bright

and happy life; then I realized, if it’s

always sunny without rain, a rainbow

would never be formed - and humans

would forever be deprived of such beauty.

So, to appreciate beauty, we suffer in the midst;

and in the midst of the suffering, we appreciate

things better. Now, that’s the beauty of life. 

#writing  #creative writing  #words  #nature  #happy  #sad  #spilled ink  #prose  #veltrice  

Schizophrenia thoughts.

So, uh, I was saying, the earth is round. Or no, was round. You see, aliens, edges of the moon, how exhilarating! Star wars comes in and bash them up; look at those round earth edges - are they really round? Oh! I love eating marshmallows with tiny holes; look at the holes on the moon - beautiful facial expression you have! I must be such a beauty. Ya, you know, toys story three had the same green aliens. You thirsty? Oh, assume the thoughts of angels! Aren’t you tired? Life’s so long and good. I hate potatoes. You must be Bob - Bob Anthony? Oh look, writers! Hi!

#schizophrenia  #creative writing  #short  #prose  #words  #spilled ink  #veltrice  

→ Into the realms of my mind: Like a balloon.

veltrice:

I’m trapped in the cuticle of society;

afraid to momentously step out of it because

I’m afraid the air out there’d suck out the oxygen in me.

It’s so hasty yet so exciting; doing things that society deem as

propagating negativities into the path that they deem as perfection.

Yet I know…

#creative writing  #poetry  #poem  #writing  #words  #spilled ink  #balloons  #society  #life  #veltrice  

Like a balloon.

                              I’m trapped in the cuticle of society;

                       afraid to momentously step out of it because

               I’m afraid the air out there’d suck out the oxygen in me.

          It’s so hasty yet so exciting; doing things that society deem as

       propagating negativities into the path that they deem as perfection.

         Yet I know that the continuous aspiration of such a goal would

            lead me to nowhere because the discrepancies of society’d

                  saturate my dreams with awful ideas of how failure 

                    was just a few miles away from me if I were to

                         continue. But then again, something was

                             telling me that my own ideas are

                               more important than society’s.

                                       And so, I should fly

                                             freely like a

                                                      B

                                                           a 

                                                                l

                                                            l

                                                     o

                                                         o

                                                             n.

                                                                                             Cutting the 

                                                                                      knotted edge of my

                                                                                     string tied by society;

                                                                                 ideas soaring high up into

                                                                                   the world so high. Now,

                                                                                     that’s how life should

                                                                                             be, isn’t it?

                                                                                                      F

                                                                                                          R

                                                                                                      E

                                                                                                 E

                                                                                                    D

#balloon  #life  #writing  #creative writing  #words  #prose  #thoughts  #veltrice  

What ifs.

How do you know that you’ve got a brain

when you have never opened up your skull

to view it? What if there was a little guy in there

who was controlling you instead of what you have

thought were the brain’s doings?

What if there were gigantic bone-like

creatures that substituted the natural bones

that you were supposed to have; what if they talked

to each other and every time you fail to give them

the food they urge for, they’d play naughty and

cause you to have aches all over your body.

What if your eye balls were not what scientist

had described them to be? What if they were evil

bob-headed creatures that ran out of your orbit

every time you sleep? What if the main reason

for sleeping was to enable them to get out of you?

What if life, was not the life as described by others?

What if, you were death and life was not even foreseeable?

What if, I wasn’t what I thought I was?

What if, everything I knew was wrong?

What if, the anonymous beings are a part of me?

And what if, I said I wasn’t crazy.

Would you question like this, too?

#what if  #creative writing  #prose  #thoughts  #life  #people  #veltrice