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One-shots…sorry I am not a great author. I’m a wanna-be.

That girl on the radio

That guy on the radio. His voice ringing through my ears every time I put the volume up. I’ve seen him countless times on the hallways of our school but I never really got the chance to know him before like I do now. I called once on station 121. He picked up my call and we talked. Since then, he noticed me as well.

That guy on the radio. We keep on talking every night. Our conversation goes about anything under the sun. My body clock has changed because of him. I am not used to sleeping late, but it seems as if late does not apply in here. I am starting to think I sleep early – early in the morning.

That guy on the radio. He calls me different names. I guess that’s just his way of showing affection or I am not so sure. But I like it. I like the way he calls me names. And it made me smile.

That guy on the radio. He basically almost know the story of my life as of this moment. After all, I am the only avid listener of station 121. I am his only fan, or so I would like to think that. I am the only one who’s wide awake at 3 am in the morning, listening to him while he’s doing the same favor to me.

That guy on the radio. I wonder if we meet, would it be awkward? Or would it be comfortable, just like how we talked right now? Our virtual conversation got deeper until I told him almost all of my little secrets. I guess that’s how our relationship works. Or that’s how I work in a relationship. I am so good at being virtual, but once personally expressed, it’s just so damn hard to become faced to faced with a jock. A disc jock. A guy on the radio, if you get what I mean.

That guy on the radio. We decided to meet. To spend some time together. The ordinary girl, which is obviously me, is going to go out with a guy on the radio. How awesome is that?

That guy on the radio. Whoever he is, don’t let himself be flattered about this. After all, what do guys on the radio really know about? They only know how to listen. But they never really know the story behind. They never really know who’s….wait a minute. He is not a guy on the radio. Guys on radios don’t listen. They rant and brag about things. But the listener, is actually the one at the receiving end.

I realized, I am that guy on the radio.

The girl on the radio.

 
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Posted by on April 22, 2013 in Scrollpress

 

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I guess so.

“I guess I’ve changed.”

“Yeah we all do, what’s new to that?”

“What’s new? Well, everything’s new! I’m a new person now. I say yes to parties when people invite me.”

“Why? You never say yes before?”

“In high school…I never did.”

“Maybe you aren’t invited to parties. Hello? Aren’t we like, friends during high school.”

“Yea I guess you’re right…”

“As in you should totally agree with me.”

“With what?”

“Well, milady. You’ve changed…for the best.”

“I agree. You’re actually becoming mature… I mean, experiencing stuffs.”

“FYI, I’m still inexperienced!”

“Hey its not about that!”

“Yea it isn’t. What we meant was, you’re becoming a woman…you’re not as narrow minded as you are before.”

“So you’re telling me I’m narrow minded before?”

“Yea. Sorry to disappoint you with that, but it’s the truth.”

“We’re your friends so basically that’s how we saw you…”

“Wow. Totally depressing to discover that thing about me.”

“Hey! Don’t steal my line…as in you’re a totally nuts.”

“You too – ”

” – I agree!”

“Hey, why is everybody think I went nuts?”

“Because you’re now open to gigs. You went into parties. You drink. You danced…and that’s not you.”

“What’s wrong with partying?”

“See? You told us before that you never enjoy this kind of things – ”

” – hey I told you that because I never knew anyone before. These people I’m with a party to, are my friends…”

“What about us?”

“Yea, what do you think of us? Are we still your friends?”

“Of course…however, guys, we never bond like before and I miss us…”

“I’m sorry. But I guess things have changed…”

“…yeah. We’re sorry to interrupt you with you and your own little party peeps.”

“You know what guys? You suck! You’re being dramatic…how emotional is that?”

“I agree with you. I totally almost cry out!”

“Ewwwwwwwwww.”

“Btw, what’s the point of this?”

“Naaah. I don’t get it.”

“Me either.”

“Yea I totally agree.”

 
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Posted by on March 13, 2011 in Scrollpress

 

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Where’s totally, anyway?

“What?”

“Nothing.”

“Obviously, it’s something…”

“No…it’s nothing, seriously…”

“Spill it out or don’t make me.”

“Uhhh, I am so stupid.”

“Glad that you realized that.”

“Am I really that bad?”

“I guess so, after what you did to…”

“Don’t say h** name!”

“Yea yea, right…”

“So where’s ‘totally’ here? I haven’t seen her.”

“Me too. It’s like, a whole week or something!”

“Yea, and I don’t want to admit this. But I miss her ‘totally words’. It actually made me feel better.”

“As in totally? You know what? I am here. I can make you feel better.”

“Yea, tell that to yourself – “

*Slaps*

“ – oh! What was that for?!”

“Here I am thinking I should treat you an ice cream after what happened to you then now…you’re pushing me away too.”

“I never pushed anyone away.”

*Snorts*

“Look, if you think I pushed jdshkjfld away. Well then, you’re wrong!”

“You’re eating your own shit, don’t you know that?

“At least its mine! Unlike you, you’re eating everyone’s shits.”

“I am sooo not eating their shits.”

*Snorts*

“Fine. If that’s how you – “

“ – hey girls! Miss me?”

“Where have you been?”

“I just saw this dress on the mall! And look! It’s totally awesome!”

“Yea…right.”

“Uhuh…”

“Hey, why is everyone so quiet?”

“Ask that damn motherfucker – “

“Shoot. You guys upset?”

“We’re not. Look, I have to study right now…lots of quizzes tomorrow…”

*Slams*

“Me too. So, bye!”

*Slams…harder*

“Wow. Everyone must be totally mad.”

 
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Posted by on March 1, 2011 in Scrollpress

 

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The Girl who could fly.

“My ma told me that there isn’t anything in this life worth having that comes easy. She told me that every road I walk down’s gonna have a price.

But what she didn’t tell me and what I learned since I’ve been here is that if you don’t choose the road you’re gonna walk, sooner or later someone else’ll do that choosing for you.”

~ Piper McCloud


 
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Posted by on February 20, 2011 in Scrollpress

 

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Once upon a time.

Once upon a time there was an island where all the feelings lived; Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all the others, including Love.

One day it was announced to all of the feelings that the island was going to sink to the bottom of the ocean. So all the feelings prepared their boats to leave. Love was the only one that stayed. She wanted to preserve the island until the last possible moment. When the island was almost totally under, Love decided it was time to leave. She began looking for someone to ask for help. Just then Richness was passing by in a grand boat.

Love asked, “Richness, Can I come with you on your boat?” Richness answered,  “I’m sorry, but there is a lot of silver and gold on my boat and there would be no room for you.”

Then Love decided to ask Vanity for help who was passing in a beautiful vessel. Love cried out, “Vanity, help me please.” I can’t help you”, Vanity said, “You are all wet and will damage my beautiful boat.”

Next, Love saw Sadness passing by. Love said, “Sadness, please let me go with you.” Sadness answered, “Love, I’m sorry, but, I just need to be alone now.”

Then, Love saw Happiness. Love cried out, “Happiness, please take me with you.” But Happiness was so overjoyed that he didn’t hear Love calling to him. Love began to cry.

Then, she heard a voice say, “Come Love, I will take you with me.” It was an elder. Love felt so blessed and overjoyed that she forgot to ask the elder his name. When they arrived on land the elder went on his way. Love realized how much she owed the elder.

Love then found Knowledge and asked, “Who was it that helped me?” “It was Time”, Knowledge answered. “But why did Time help me when no one else would?”, Love asked.

Knowledge smiled and with deep wisdom and sincerity, answered, “Because only Time is capable of understanding how great Love is.

(c)

 
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Posted by on February 19, 2011 in Scrollpress

 

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She was me.

I know I’ve seen her face, probably in my dreams. She really looks like me, my doppelganger? I closed my eyes and think about what had happened in my dream and whom I saw…

Danielle Amber Reese

She was one of those girls who seem to blend in the crowd. She doesn’t want anyone noticing her, especially since she belongs to those weird people. Some of the guys at her school make fun of her. They have said too many hurtful words like “Faggot”, “Weirdo”, “Junk”, etc. But she ignored it. She knows she was different from them. And she sure didn’t know why.  Not until she entered a school named Hogwarts. She met those girls namely Logan Ravenscaur, Laurice Odette, and Ann Jennyson. Those girls taught her to be tough; to even beat the hell out of the Malfoys.

She learned so many things, and in those few years she settled inside the dormitory of Gryffindor tower did she actually discover her real identity. She was a witch, even a powerful one. She belongs to the clan of Potter; only her name didn’t fit on theirs since it was changed when she was young. She knew that in the Muggle world, she had read a book about him. But she didn’t believe those things, not until she saw those magic tricks.

It was after 19 years did the name Harry Potter was tainted again. And it happened because of her. It was her fault, they said. She didn’t know that her phoenix wand would actually bring a great catastrophe to the students of Hogwarts. That guy from Slytherin told her about those spells which she had performed. It was that curse spell that hadn’t said 19 years ago. And it hurt too many people, even her friends.

“Amber!” she heard her name being said. She turned around and saw Logan running towards her. “What have you done?” She saw the tears coming from her eyes. “I..I..didn’t know..” She faltered; she was so damn scared she can’t even speak the right words. Logan slapped her hard in the face, “I thought you were good.” And then ran. She stared into the space where her friend had vanished. What had she done?

All this time she didn’t know she was being someone she doesn’t want to be. All this time her mind was being corrupt by those devil whispers she’s hearing, and now that the damaged was done, she can’t do anything about it.

She sure has known to be Amber. ‘Her eyes as precious as a gold’ Hagrid had described her amber eyes once. But right now, her eyes were as pale as a snake. Why can’t they believe her?

Even Hagrid, who once saw her as a precious one, now was looking at her as if she was as filthy as a rat. She didn’t betray them. She was possessed. But no one wants to believe her. Not even her friends whom she thought would trust her.

…I opened my eyes and knew who she was. She was me. I was living in another world – a fantasy. Like Alice who was on her Wonderland. Surely, mine wasn’t as wonderful as hers. Though before I thought it was really beautiful to be in there, but I’ve discovered that I wasn’t really possessed. I wasn’t really as good or as bad as they thought me to be. They were merely not willing to accept who I am, even believe what am I really saying. I thought they were good friends of mine, but it seems like that’s a fallacy. I am not the betrayer. I was the one who was betrayed. I don’t deserve that slap.

 
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Posted by on December 29, 2010 in Scrollpress

 

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Letter to Juliet.

Sequel to Merry Christmas, John and Another Christmas Carol.


Summary: They said that many things happened inside the coffee shop, well, Savannah thought how stupid of them to think up with such a clichéd place. She just didn’t know that something least likely expected might happen there once she found out about the letter…

POV: Savannah.

Category: Romance

Everyone was preparing for the Christmas Eve. People were buzzing around inside the Wal-Mart looking for delicious foods they were going to share while waiting for Christmas to come. Even the laughter of the children from playing snowball fight outside was echoing through the walls of this coffee shop. I noticed how Starbucks was cramped up with sweet couples sharing their stories and probably, reminiscing the old Christmases they’ve been together. As for me, I am alone here reading while sipping the hot espresso I ordered ten minutes ago.

Today, nothing unusual happened. I thought. But something was bothering me all along. It’s 24th. And I am alone. I’ve always been alone when it came to Christmas; well, not really until last year. I don’t know why but there’s a weird feeling inside my gut. I can feel that there’s something that might happen. I just don’t know what that thing is. I stared at my surroundings and wondered what could possibly it is.

Instead of thinking what odd thing might happen, I stood up and browsed the small library located at the far end corner not long enough walk from where I sat. I scanned the books and come up with…

“A Christmas Carol”, I muttered. Well, this book is awesome, I wonder. I might as well read it again.

When I opened the first page, something caught my attention on a little far corner of the shelf, and when I look closer I saw a small heart shaped – a letter. I took the letter and place it inside my pocket. I go back to where I sat and noticed how a dozen of people were added up to the crowd inside. I sighed and sit down. I placed the small letter in front of me and wondered what could possibly written on it, or how in the world someone put it in there.

What’s inside the letter? I have no idea.

As if curiosity suddenly kicked on, I opened it and started reading…

Dear Savannah,

I know it was coward of me to leave without explaining why I left. When I stepped on your front door last Christmas, I felt so damned scared to face you.  It’s the fear of the unknown that kept me from saying things I should have said a year ago. I know I shouldn’t be a jerk like that, leaving without giving an explanation. But I can’t help it. I thought it was the right thing to do, to run away. But when I think about it right now, I realized that I shouldn’t have done that. I know I hurt you a lot but I just wish to let you know that, if there’s a chance that I could go back and make things right.  I would have kissed and hug you and tell you that I loved you. But I didn’t do that. Instead, I ran away.

I know you do not feel the same way about me anymore. I saw how you cope up with your broken heart and how someone already healed it. I know I am not in the place of your heart any longer.

But please for one last chance, turned around so you can hear what I’ve been dying to tell you all along.

With love,

John

A tear escaped from my eyes as I closed the letter and turned around…

“I am sorry.” He murmured towards me. I looked up and meet his gaze, “Why say it now?” I snapped at him. I wasn’t feeling great, actually, I was feeling kind of livid. I know I should be happy that he is in here now, but I don’t feel that. Instead, what I felt was pure loathing.

“You got the guts to show around your face in here, huh? You left. You shouldn’t have come back because there’s no reason for you to do that.” I glowed at him.

“I have reason, it’s you Savannah.” He pleaded to me, when he was about to take my hand, I shook it and slapped him in the face. “Well, sorry to say this but, no one’s waiting for you.” I turned around and gathered my things. I was about to walk out of the shop when he grabbed my arm and hold me tight.

“Let go of me, John.” I whispered, as another tear fell from my eyes. “We’re over.” He let go of my hand as I faced him while I’m shuddering. “You shouldn’t come back. I am happy, see? My life without you is ecstatic. Please, let go of me…” I murmured.

He stared at me while contemplating whether he should let me go or not. “Savannah…” He whispered to me.

“No, John.” I turned around and finally walk away. “Good bye” I muttered.

The shop was buzzing with people, and John was standing in the middle of the crowded place. Still thinking if what he heard was right, but I am determined with my decision.

As I watched the other couple hold hands while walking, I crumpled the letter I have read a while ago. He’s lying.  I know that of course, I saw his pictures. I saw how happy he was without me. I saw how he got married. I saw the look in his eyes and know that he forgot about me. But I don’t know why he came back…

I sighed and throw away the crumpled paper in the air as far as it could be. I looked up at the stars and wondered how a small shiny thing can look so beautiful yet so far away…

“Merry Christmas.” I murmured. And just like that, I felt like it was kind of déjà vu again. But no, I hope it’s not. As I hold out my hand to see if I can touch the sky, a hand pulled me over and hugged me, tight.

I know who he is. But I won’t say more. “I saw you there, that was…great.”

“You think so, Chase?” And hugged him back – my best friend.

I am not alone anymore.

PS: I don’t own the names.

 
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Posted by on December 24, 2010 in Scrollpress

 

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