Lee woke up to the smell of bacon and egg, and saw that the sun had came up and shone its soft light through the windows. The day was young but his job couldn't wait. He went in to the bathroom and came out to the kitchen table where the plate of breakfast laid. He ate the scrambled eggs and chew on the oily bacon, and drank the warm milk. He put his shoes and went out.
Outside was a zoo, full of animals. He walked past a cage and saw that the golden tail monkey had already woken and was...
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SumFought: What The Eye
So, apparently people's been making an educated guess and blaming the TV and computer screen for causing near-sighted in children.
But the scientific findings explained to us on the above video is quite a shocker.
And the truth is that none of our parents had the slightest idea of what and why we were near-sighted, thus creating this big fat web of lie about the harmfulness of the TV and computer screen on us. Just like they lied to us about great many other things. Such as [fill in the blank].
So,...
Afloat
Thomas lay face up on the salty water and peddled his hands and legs with the sun above him gleamed like the dentist light.
How beautiful the day had been, how clear the water had been, how pleasant the weather had been. He wished he could stay on the island forever, but no, the ocean is waiting for him, the crew is waiting for him. He had a task to do, he had to fulfill that task before returning to his homeland, before marrying the girl he promised to return to.
He lay flat on the water and...
Finding a Needle in a Barn Full of Haystack
To find a needle in a haystack is considerably easy, as our good ole pale, the Mythbusters partially busted this one ole saying.
But to find a needle in a barn full of haystack, is like finding a rock in a pool of dirt and water. One could not possible have the idea as to where to begin with, less when would they find it. Luck is essential, but what is luck to us other than hoping and anticipating to the moment when the sheer chance happened that we found the needle?
Such strange task is not unusual....
Les Dance
Katy walked over to the rack and reached a box of matches and lighted the pool candle wax and switched off the fluorescent light overhead, which was buzzing constantly. Then she picked up an album labelled 'Love Hits 101' from the rack and inserted it into the CD player. And soon the room was filled with the sound of the vintage romance vibe like those in any romantic movie scene.
With the soft melody going, Katy sat down on the edge of the bed and then...
Theme Song
I woke up to this song
singing it in my thong
justifying the hallucination of my dream
but ain't it enough just to sing it out loud and moan
what am I feeling
why am I suffocating
who am I thinking
where am I going
kill the witch and I am going to be free
murder the switch and I am going to be me
lessen the guilt
here I go on the boulevard to a Misty land
looking for a fresh start
how it all become a big fat lie at last
what am I feeling
why am I suffocating
who am I thinking
where...
The Blade, The Glade, The Clade
Under the cover of a misty smoke, mystical and almost translucent at glance, hid a bottomless cave with an entrance blocked by the vegetation.
From somewhere to the south east came the sound of an ox horn, deep and low and reverberating in the forest. A group of bird leaped off from the trees and gathered beyond like some kind of immediate would fall on them if they did not take the leap of faith. So flew they did, all over the sky, like a cloud of foamy white.
A human...
Terrorizing Bear
The cold afternoon in the city had painted a layer of emptiness on it, people in great coat, down coat, over coat, anything that kept them warm from the chilling weather. Those who clung on to fashion wore thin, like a rag doll, incapable of control. Manipulation, mass distribution, cost and effect not in session.
Sunday, a good day for the street performers and all sort of clowns, because almost everyone had the day off in some way or another, to enjoy the complimentary entertainment programs...
Tweets
Ah, the sun is here, at last. How I've yearned to bath under the divine, ethereal solar ray and immerse in its embrace like a child #writing
— Stephen Y (@writeryuii) February 20, 20...
Inside A Container
I felt kind of offended when that Umos lady from the estate agency called me about the place she had just for the kind of people like me. Maybe partly because I wasn't expecting to hear such judgmental thought from her, and partly because she had half yelled at me throughout our conversations. Maybe her monthly target had been raised after the new year, or maybe she was just pissed about what I had to say about the owner during our last visit.
Apartment hunting, as the name disguised under the...
Just Rambling, Nothing Serious
The begin is not the end
the end is not the end
the begin of the end is not the end
the end of the end is also not the end
so while all these drama and tragic go on and on for an infinitive amount of time
why do we have to mourn over the existent of our being
why can't we embrace it and turn it into something beautiful and joyful
but of course, it is easier said than done
not everyone had the same opinion
do you want a piece of me
or do you just want to wrack me
me, you mean me, motherf*ucking...
The Commissioner
Commissioner George Gordon woke up with the sudden jerk of his head that it almost felt like the plane had exploded in midair, just as he wished. The violent dream to die painlessly had never, ever found a way to escape since he witnessed a person's dreadful death at a very young age. Sometimes he compared himself to the like of the superheroes, and the like of the superheroes' sidekicks. And he believed there was a strength inside him waiting to come alive in the proper moment. Until...
The Old Detective
Phil Olsen, veteran sergeant detective swore on the 12 precinct, stepped out of the Victoria Crown with a stone heart and a grave mood. His back straight as razor but shoulder hunched forward, and his short, bleached hair, too, swayed impossibly in the Autumn wind. And as he brushed the hair backward and held his hands over his head while squinting at the distance, the hot air blew by to chill the souls.
The mountain was burning and roaring with the crackles of splinters and trunks. Horror...
Five Months and Sixth Months Coming Up! Plus Update From My Novel Writing
I am back from the novel writing, which had been a complete overhaul. I did not just rewriting it, but created a new story inside the same universal settings. Since the story I wrote for NaNoWriMo seemed truly amateurish. For the last 30 days or so, I wrote about 22000 words. It's all new materials and the novel itself relied heavily on conversations between the main characters. Just today I had complied everything and sent it to Lulu.com for a free first edition hardcover, one of the winners goodies...
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