Finally, after four long years, their adventure had come to an end. Jasmine and Francis had lost almost everything on the journey; their homes, their friends, and almost their lives. They had grown close, despite a rough start. When it began there were six of them, thrown together from different walks of life, not one understanding another. The walls between them quickly broke down, through what they'd later decide was necessity. In order to face what they had to face, they really had no other choice but to bond. Some bonded better than others, and some to only one other. But as time went on, the battles they fought wore down their numbers, w
Twelve thirty, and I've taken the time to break for lunch. Making a beeline for my favourite café, I run in to Claire on the high street. I haven't seen her for about five years, through no fault of hers.
"Hello Claire."
"Hello Richard."
"Would you like to fall in love again?"
"With you?"
"Yes."
"No."
"I'll see you around then."
"Or maybe not. Goodbye."
"Bye."
We hadn't missed a beat. We really were perfect for each other.
"A wise man once told me, in the form of haiku:
"Three things are certain,
Death, taxes and lost data,
Guess which has occurred.
"So what I'm trying to say is.. Sorry about your grandmother, dude."
I wasn't allowed to write any more eulogies after that.
What a wide smile she has, I thought. Hers was far, far wider than those around her. In fact, she was the only person wearing a smile on the entire street. Just looking at her made me smile, but I couldn't tell why she was so happy. From my seat on the bus, I watched her stand stock-still on the pavement, her eyes locked on some out-of-sight object. The smile didn't fade, so neither did mine. Pedestrians continued to flow around her, but her eyes never left what ever her target. The bus started to pull away, and the woman walked towards the stop I had just left. Now I could see perfectly.
She was smiling at a man, about a head taller than sh
Perhaps the double whiskey wasn't such a great idea after all, I thought, having glanced at my pocket-watch. By my reckoning, Tottenham Court Road station had shut fifteen minutes ago, and it was pretty much my fault we weren't going to make it home tonight. After a minute's thought, I realised I could probably blag my way out of this.
The bar's bell tolled and the music stopped. "You got five minutes left, Gentlemen", intoned one of the bar staff. Good, I hadn't finished my drink. Tom was Tom, and had basically just opened his gullet and finished half a pint in the time it took for the bell to ring. Jake quickened his pace on his half-pint,
The doctors finally gave me the OK. After days of tests, I was free of the hospital. Physically, I was fine. They said that the tests were just precautions, and that they thought I was already perfectly fit. They told me in a less-than-convincing fashion, but I bought in to it all the same.
In reality, they just needed somewhere to put me while they told my story to the world, somewhere where I couldn't speak out or disagree with them. At the time, I didn't care what they said happened. I just wanted to curl up and rest forever.
As I walked towards the hospital's exit I was escorted by two massive men-in-black. Dwarfing my small frame, they
After four hours of sitting legs spread, one would think sitting would be the last thing on my mind. Strangely enough however, I couldn't think of a better way to unwind. I took my seat in the empty concert hall, grasping my programme tightly. I always like to arrive as early as I can; there's nothing like watching an empty concert hall fill with excited patrons. Sadly, it seemed as though the hall wouldn't be as full as it could be. After all, today's concert was small, a charity event.
Despite this, I had taken the time to pick out my best dress: a long, red sequinned number from some famous brand my designer recommended. I never did care
We all clapped politely as the conductor walked on stage, the concertmistress trailing slightly behind him. The first thing I noticed was how uneasy the concertmistress looked. With a single glance, my expectations of the evening plummeted. Today was a charity concert; as such the music being played had to cater to everyone's taste. It was obvious today's concertmistress hated the music, and everyone's performances would suffer for it.
Leaning slightly forward, I took a better look at our row. Everyone was well dressed, save two incredibly lost-looking people. It seems the formality of the event completely took them off-guard. Fidgeting cons
Finally, after four long years, their adventure had come to an end. Jasmine and Francis had lost almost everything on the journey; their homes, their friends, and almost their lives. They had grown close, despite a rough start. When it began there were six of them, thrown together from different walks of life, not one understanding another. The walls between them quickly broke down, through what they'd later decide was necessity. In order to face what they had to face, they really had no other choice but to bond. Some bonded better than others, and some to only one other. But as time went on, the battles they fought wore down their numbers, w
The Passing of the Renaissance by nifrith, literature
Literature
The Passing of the Renaissance
Whoever said Romance is dead was sadly correct,
We are reduced to sunset walks on beaches select,
All because she died with Chivalry in a conflict direct,
Against a foe long ago, that we could not have never suspect.
Were our dark ages really that dark?
Did those feathered quills not leave their mark?
Were those sun-kissed spires not enough?
Were the hard times really that tough?
The passing of Time has wrought many things,
His death meant the birth of machines that can sing,
Mechanical creatures that replaced our sweethearts,
Obelisks of steel that replaced our true art.
In our old age we have outlived our rebirth,
Our heroes ar
Concerning the card games we play,
Those contests, these shoot-outs, those spars,
The rush of disjointed dismay,
When your friend has just lost his car.
Noon and night, we rushed to the bar,
And in the smoke-filled rooms we stayed,
Risking life and limb under stars,
Yes, those are the games that we played.
In the churches where people pray,
Their beauty we did tend to mar,
The back rooms are where we did play,
And smoked all our endless cigars.
As we played, our lungs filled with tar,
Religion was lost, we had strayed,
For the sake of cards, how bizarre,
Yes, those are the games that we played.
In the end we were soft like cla
We all clapped politely as the conductor walked on stage, the concertmistress trailing slightly behind him. The first thing I noticed was how uneasy the concertmistress looked. With a single glance, my expectations of the evening plummeted. Today was a charity concert; as such the music being played had to cater to everyone's taste. It was obvious today's concertmistress hated the music, and everyone's performances would suffer for it.
Leaning slightly forward, I took a better look at our row. Everyone was well dressed, save two incredibly lost-looking people. It seems the formality of the event completely took them off-guard. Fidgeting cons
After four hours of sitting legs spread, one would think sitting would be the last thing on my mind. Strangely enough however, I couldn't think of a better way to unwind. I took my seat in the empty concert hall, grasping my programme tightly. I always like to arrive as early as I can; there's nothing like watching an empty concert hall fill with excited patrons. Sadly, it seemed as though the hall wouldn't be as full as it could be. After all, today's concert was small, a charity event.
Despite this, I had taken the time to pick out my best dress: a long, red sequinned number from some famous brand my designer recommended. I never did care
The doctors finally gave me the OK. After days of tests, I was free of the hospital. Physically, I was fine. They said that the tests were just precautions, and that they thought I was already perfectly fit. They told me in a less-than-convincing fashion, but I bought in to it all the same.
In reality, they just needed somewhere to put me while they told my story to the world, somewhere where I couldn't speak out or disagree with them. At the time, I didn't care what they said happened. I just wanted to curl up and rest forever.
As I walked towards the hospital's exit I was escorted by two massive men-in-black. Dwarfing my small frame, they
Perhaps the double whiskey wasn't such a great idea after all, I thought, having glanced at my pocket-watch. By my reckoning, Tottenham Court Road station had shut fifteen minutes ago, and it was pretty much my fault we weren't going to make it home tonight. After a minute's thought, I realised I could probably blag my way out of this.
The bar's bell tolled and the music stopped. "You got five minutes left, Gentlemen", intoned one of the bar staff. Good, I hadn't finished my drink. Tom was Tom, and had basically just opened his gullet and finished half a pint in the time it took for the bell to ring. Jake quickened his pace on his half-pint,
What a wide smile she has, I thought. Hers was far, far wider than those around her. In fact, she was the only person wearing a smile on the entire street. Just looking at her made me smile, but I couldn't tell why she was so happy. From my seat on the bus, I watched her stand stock-still on the pavement, her eyes locked on some out-of-sight object. The smile didn't fade, so neither did mine. Pedestrians continued to flow around her, but her eyes never left what ever her target. The bus started to pull away, and the woman walked towards the stop I had just left. Now I could see perfectly.
She was smiling at a man, about a head taller than sh
"A wise man once told me, in the form of haiku:
"Three things are certain,
Death, taxes and lost data,
Guess which has occurred.
"So what I'm trying to say is.. Sorry about your grandmother, dude."
I wasn't allowed to write any more eulogies after that.
Wings
The purple star Polaris hung low in the sky. Orange eyes gazing up at the hazy violet clouds, Canary the Woodcutter lay down on a flat boulder of limestone, arms outstretched, simple brown tunic and skirt billowing in the wind. She sighed and sat up to watch a nomadic Harukan tribe gallop across the plains. She wanted so badly to be like them, to run away and discover new places every week, but she knew shed be mocked and derided, called an uncivilized barbarian and terrible things like that.
Although, she thought to herself, that wouldnt be very different from the names she was called now. Peasant, they said (
The Passing of the Renaissance by nifrith, literature
Literature
The Passing of the Renaissance
Whoever said Romance is dead was sadly correct,
We are reduced to sunset walks on beaches select,
All because she died with Chivalry in a conflict direct,
Against a foe long ago, that we could not have never suspect.
Were our dark ages really that dark?
Did those feathered quills not leave their mark?
Were those sun-kissed spires not enough?
Were the hard times really that tough?
The passing of Time has wrought many things,
His death meant the birth of machines that can sing,
Mechanical creatures that replaced our sweethearts,
Obelisks of steel that replaced our true art.
In our old age we have outlived our rebirth,
Our heroes ar
A man on the run, a millionaire dream, and an umbrella.
Orange shades, white gloves, sunken eyes.
Exposed bones, uncut hair, no style.
A trilby hat, a dirty suit, no tie.
Disillusioned, angry, but motivated.
No more mistakes.
Current Residence: London Favourite genre of music: Classical Operating System: Windows with Wubi MP3 player of choice: Nintendo DS Shell of choice: Zsh Wallpaper of choice: NERV Skin of choice: My own, thanks. Favourite cartoon character: Donald Duck Personal Quote: Yeah? Well.. Your face!
Hi all,
It's only been about 4 years since I last logged on, that's gotta be a record. A lot has changed: I passed my degree and got a job! I met a lot of great people that I hope I never lose contact with. I also learned a lot about myself and what I actually want to do with my life. Sadly, not many of my life goals revolve around this wonderful site, but maybe the odd scrap or two will turn up here. I spend most of my time practising the piano and learning mathematics these days. Sometimes a story idea pops in to my head, but it invariably gets shelved. Never fear, all my ideas are stored securely, and may one day released upon the unwitti
... where X is 'not a term' and Y is 'jeez'.
I missed an entire term of updating! Oh my, oh my. As is usually the case with 'out of the blue' journals, I'm only updating to flex my awesome.
Yeaaah, I passed the first year with a first! This thing actually counts towards my degree, so I've already earned 8% of my final degree! Alternatively, you could see it as missing out on 3%, but I'm forever an optimist. So, only 62% to go, woo!
Since my last journal entry, I looked heavily in to piano technique, and I'm pleased to say that I'm making good head-way in the memorisation department. I've also got a practice routine going, which involves pl
I dropped the ball. I have no idea what happened in the past few weeks, save a few key dates. I will reveal the events that transpired on those days!
The Choir Concert - Friday, Week 8
It was bad-ass, and then a bunch of us got hammered and found out Ramie can't play video games. I still need to find Ikaruga to give to Mark, and I still need to play Tales of Symphonia, which he was good enough to lend me.
Ramie's birthday - I dunno man, it was a Tuesday
I remember this because Wednesday was a horrible day. I was just starting to develop my cold, but the day was still pretty awesome. We went to the arcade, then a bar, and the the Roxy. I w