3 Forum Posts by "ZackPH"
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Chapter 2: Converging Moments
"There we go." I'm all dressed and ready to go. "..." I stare at myself for a few seconds. I felt weak. The dream from this morning and the... hallucinations left a bitter feeling of anxiety and fear. Why? I keep asking myself why? For what reason am I this affected by su-
"Gah..." My head, it hurts.
I step back and sit down on my bed. My head was pounding. What is wrong with me today? I look back at the mirror and I see my face. I looked pale. "..." At least my headache had passed. Just to be sure though, I looked for the thermometer. I don't feel dizzy and my breathing is fine but, it was better to be sure. After all, if I'm sick then who's going to-... "Who's going to take care of dad?"
My temperature was fine so I decided to go out as planned. As I stepped downstairs, I took notice of the kitchen counter just past the dining area. There was nothing there of course. This house has always been neat and spacious, organized and... empty. I regain focus and keep walking towards the front door.
The knob clicks as I lock the door. I put back my keys in my left pocket and checked my pockets if I forgot anything. When all seemed okay, I headed my way. But before leaving entirely, I took one last look at my home. I started the day feeling anxious because of who knows what and now I feel sentimental. Not one of my best days but... I've had worse days. At least that I'm sure of. I may have forgotten a number of those days but the feelings stay. They always will...
and I hated it.
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Cracking... Breaking...
Glass so brittle... lay fragmented on the bedroom floor...
Empty... Dark... Locked... The place left behind...
There it was.
Stepping... Cracking... Breaking...
There it was.
Its reflection... in glass so brittle... in fragments... in pieces...
There it was.
Tall and crooked... like a wilting tree... Black as ink...
There, it was.
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Cars passed the quiet streets as I made my way to the bus stop. Sarah and I agreed to meet there on our way to school... just as we always had. It was nice and cloudy outside. Not too many clouds as if it was going to rain and not too few to be considered 'sunny'. I liked this kind of weather. The gentle breeze also adds to the scenery. The path from my home to school is like my own little moment of peace, in between the two places that- Stop. If I keep thinking like this, I'll just ruin the rest of my day. I-
I was too late. The rest of the day was already ruined. It was a moment I didn't expect. It happened so fast. They were right. I shouldn't space out so much. I should always pay attention to what's going on. I should be more careful. It was a bus. Coming my way as I was... crossing. Time slowed. My heart was racing. I couldn't scream. I couldn't move. I couldn't do anything. All I could do was watch. It was the same as before. Nothing's changed. Just like before. All I could do was regret. Just... like...
"..u.."
I hear a voice...
"..uu.."
'Her' voice...
"..uuke..!"
Screaming 'my' name...
"LUUUUKE!!"
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Another old writing of mine. (Original Post Here) Feel free to leave comments and/or critique.
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My Love, ...
In your absence, I often looked at my hand, wondering why it is not with yours. During those moments, I grew to realize how strange it is that the heart... is just like the hand.
The heart, like the hand,
...when opened can feel others, touch others, move others.
...when closed can hide things, protect things.
...when forced on others can give pressure, give pain.
...when gentle to others can give comfort, give security.
The heart, like the hand,
...can pull others, sometimes back, sometimes near.
...can push others, sometimes forward, sometimes away.
...can lift weight, and carry burdens.
...can hold on, and let go.
The heart, like the hand,
...can get tired.
...can get weak.
...can get wounded.
...can get scarred.
But the heart, like the hand,
can prove to be strong when needed.
One day it will be your heart, and your hand, that I ask for as I kneel before you.
For one day I hope that our hearts shall be together, like our hands, on that day, 'till forever.
Hi guys. This shall be my first ever forum post here. This is a story I've been writing since January 2013. I've been posting this stuff on a different site and I thought it'd be nice to get some input from here as well. This is basically a story I'm writing for practice. So yeah. Feel free to leave a comment. (Original Post Here)
Introduction
"Hey, did you hear? A third-year got taken to the hospital soon after graduation because of a car accident. They say he didn't make it, but not because of the car accident..."
"Hey, did you hear? That third-year who died in the car accident, he used to be in the drama club. They say the last costume he wore went missing after his death..."
"Hey, did you hear? There's supposed to be a ghost somewhere in this school. They say some third-year who died after graduation, is still roaming the school at night. I heard people say stuff like 'I saw it. A slender figure with an eerie, silver mask walking through the corridor at sunset.' and stuff like that..."
"Hey... did you hear..?"
Chapter 1: Morning
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"Never forget... the irreplacable source... of all emotion... of who you are... of what you are to others... Your memories... Never forget..."
The dark night sky swallowed my view. Stars twinkled and glittered. My hand stretches out, attempting to grasp this mysterious beauty. My body felt relaxed as the wind cradled me in its cold arms. Time felt slower as my sight grew dimmer, darker. I felt numb. "Where... am I?" Just as the darkness was about to consume me, I hear a sound...
"..u.."
It was... a voice...
"..uu.."
Whose voice..?
"..uu.."
And why...
"..uuke..!"
...are they screaming..?
"LUUUUKE!!!!"
Cold sweat trickled down my temples. My eyes, wide open. My heart, racing. My head, pounding. My hands, shaking. I couldn't breathe. "..a.." I slowly put my hand on my face. "...a dream...just a dream..."
The morning sun seeped through the curtains, bringing bright rays of light to the dimly lit room. My bedroom was neat and spacious, organized and empty. I sat on my bed, still trying to calm my beating heart. Why? Why am I so terrified? What did I find so horrible in that dream? And why do I remember every bit of it so well? It just felt, all too real... Could it be..? No, it can't. There's no way. But, what they told me... No, I'm thinking too much. It's already been years. There's just no way. Thoughts spun in my mind, denying, conflicting each other. I stand up and quickly walk towards the bathroom. "Haa.." I wash my face. The water gushed out the tap, spiraling down the drain. The sound filled my ears as I try to focus my eyes on the mirror. I felt exhausted. Fatigue made my limbs weak and my senses dull. Trying so hard to focus, I find myself staring at a black smudge on the mirror. I close the tap. Silence. I try rubbing the smudge off the mirror but I felt nothing but smooth glass... Then what...
I look behind me.
...
There was nothing there but the wall. The white, tiled wall.
I turn back to the mirror-
...
It's... not there anymore...
I shake my head. "I'm starting to see things.", I thought as I left the bathroom. Calmly, I close the door. Just then, *RRRRRNGGG* ...It startles me. A... ringing sound. It was the phone. The ringing echoed from one room to the next. My phone is on the desk in my room. I walked towards it as I dried my face with a towel... The ringing continues to
echo... I pick it up... and asnwer it.
"Hello?"
"Luke?"
("LUUUUKE!!!!")
I hear a voice... screaming.
"Luke?"
("LUUUUKE!!!!" "LUUUUKE!!!!")
Screaming... my name... again.
"Luke? Are you there?"
"Ah, yeah, I'm here."
Sarah's voice snaps me back to reality.
"Ah, good. I was just calling to check up on you."
"C'mon, Sarah...", I sighed, "We're not little kids anymore, you know?"
"Just don't be late again, okay?"
"Alright... I'll see you in school."
"Yeah... school..."
"Hm? Is something wrong?"
"Ah, n-no, it's nothing. Anyways, I gotta go. Bye!"
...that girl never changes.
...
I stare at the phone for a few seconds before putting it down... I notice something reflecting... on the phone's handle. I squint and focus my eyes... A white, silverish... thing. I couldn't make out what it was but... for some reason...
I felt... uneasy.
I don't know why but... I feel very, very uneasy. "Luke..." A low, hoarse voice whispers my name... I feel my heart stop... 'It' is right behind me. I don't know what 'It' was but... 'it' is right behind me... What should I do? What... should I do... What... I turn around-
Nothing.
Cold sweat and a racing heart. And... the very same feeling... I had this morning. Frozen with fear, I stare into empty nothingness... as the morning sun seeped through the curtains... bringing bright rays of light... to the dimly lit room.
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