Friday, February 25, 2011

Digging up the grave: Reminiscence part 1

Hello...I'm Amri GloomySunday. Well this post is not one of my short stories. Its just me babbling about my work and art. I'm really not a good artist or writer. But I'll try to be one. In this post I'll like to talk about my earlier work. How it came up...and my personal opinion about it. And also because my work usually revolve around people dying. So I put a body count on every post I've written. Well here goes; hope you're entertained.

Post 1. A 500 Words Story
This is my first post. Well not much to talk about it. It suck. Its my first attempt to write again. It was a story with 500 words. The story suck. But I really like the drawing. Creepy hand. Maybe in the near future I'll try to revised it again.
Body count: 0....just maybe you'll die of boredom reading it

Post 2. Flesh are fake, bones are real
This also was an experiment. To find out whether I can still write dark story. Its about our nature as a human. To lie to one another. We can still make a smile while we are lying to our love one. White lies, black lies...which one do you prefer. But in the end, its all was just all lie. You smile...but only you know how fake it is. The skull kind of cool right?
Body count: 0...maybe I'm just lying.

Post 3. Love is a killer
My blog editor commented on me. She said that maybe I should post a sweet love story. But at that time I'm not feeling sweet or in love. So I create a love story about a killer and a girl. At first the guy wasn't supposed to be a killer. They are in love but just weren't meant to be together. Then I started to draw. Its really been a while since I draw a girl. It was so hard and messy. I draw them hugging each other. But it seems like there is something off. It really don't have any emotion. So I put a little blood and a gun and also revised the story. This was also a post that received a lot of views.
Body Count: we're getting somewhere

Post 3. The Fear
If you been reading my post from the since earlier. You'll know that this is my Form 5 essay. I wrote it for my English test and my teacher said that I have my own style. Maybe she thinks I'm just weird. Well everyone was writing about their life experience, a story about hope and wonder and even a story from they have just read. But me, I wrote a story about pain, death and fear. Maybe I'm just a sick kid. About the picture well, It was about fear. What more terrifying that a dark little guy suddenly came out of your mouth.
Body count: 1...after all he was just an old lonely man

Post 4. Dead under the stars
This was just an attempt to change the nursery rhyme into something horrifying. Maybe it can be a theme song for this blog. The picture was supposed to be the blog header. But when it was put there it all look squash up. So I redrew the header.
Body count: just a child dreams being murdered

Post 5. 154 days 5 hours 4 minutes 49 seconds
Well this story had a lot of views. And it still is. But I don't think it was the best that I ever did tough. Maybe those reading it think they can relate to it. Or they are just to bored. This is a heartbreak story. This story was about me, about you and about everyone who had their heart broken. Eventhough time has passed on, deep in your heart you are still thinking about them. Maybe one day you'll meet them again. And maybe one day their heart will be yours again, in the refrigerator. Who know that maybe there's one in mine? "I want forever, you just want today", is something I quote from a song entitled Goodnight by Babybird. The picture was inspired by a tv series entitled Dexter adapted from a novel by the name of Darkly Dreaming Dexter. I never bought the novel tough.
Body Count: 1...and a heart in the refrigerator as a souvenir

Post 6. Jimmy don't fly (On the edge of the world)
I like this story, but it never had much people viewing it. When I wrote this, I was thinking what will it be like to write about people flying to the sky. But my work were much related about dark real life fiction, not science fiction. So I wrote about a guy falling from a 15 floor building. It still like flying right. This story was about love and friendship. How much we hurt the one we love. And we never knew by doing that you just hurting yourself also. The story was also inspired by the song This is Your Life by The Killers. In one of it verse it say that: "The sky was full of dream, But we don't know how to fly, I don't know the answer, but I think I could answer" I shamelessly quote it in the story. I had a fight with a friend of mine about the relationship of the three character. She says that man was always the same. Always relying on women to give support. If they weren't there, the man would jump off a building or something. I guess what she is true say in some way. The picture was bad I guess. Its an attempt to play with perspective. But ended feeling empty.
Body Count: 2...She died of an accident, he jumped off a building, and the other one just live like a cockroach.

Post 7. Call 1-800-MURDER
Most of my post till about now is about love, or dying about love. So I decided to make a dark fiction story not about love. Well this is not really an original story, I remembered reading it somewhere. But I don't recalled the story title or the person that wrote it. It does not mean I copied it 100 percent. I just take the idea and rewrote it and adding my own ideas. I want to portray how the character become so twisted and hated everyone. But it just got to long. About the picture, I really think portray the character.
Body count: 3 trillion or just everyone in the world

Post 8. The Misadventure of Ms P Vol 1: Bread Under the Stars?
This was a short break for all that dark horror stuff. The story was from my blog editor Elle. I just do the drawing. She really didn't give much to work on but just a small piece of paper telling the story. I thought it was a love letter when she handed the paper. It really was a love letter, but it was drawn like a six year old kid. (No offense Elle hohoh). This was also an experiment of doing some comedy. Maybe we get to hear again from Ms. P. Just wait for it. The picture was a parody of the header. And the art style was cartoonish.
Body Count: 1...just my dark side

Post 9. Rururu (The song that changed the world)
Well this is really a strange post. The song came first, then the story and finally the picture. It all started with a song. It was a song from a Japanese drama I watched when I was young. It was entitled Tell Me You Love Me. It was a story about a deaf guy falling in love with a dancer if I remember correctly. But it was not related to my story. Its a story about a friend whom I cared so dearly. The picture I drew also wasn't related to the story. I just drew it. But it looked weird tough. I don't know why. The song was entitled Love Love Love by Dreams Comes True. If you are looking for the lyric click here.
Body Count: that an angel I I dead now?

Post 10. Rule No. 32: Enjoy the Little Things
This was my new post for a while since I've been off about a month. I started writing it before I'm offline. But only finished it just recently. This was a silly story tough. Even the picture looked like another horror story. It was in fact a sweet, silly story. It was a tribute to a zombie movie called Zombie Land. The rules always stuck in my brain. I had a mixed feeling about this post. I don't know whether it suck or good. It was a story about a man obsessed with zombie movies. He talk about it to a girl dying of cancer. Strange right? But the downside of this post is that it was just too long. I don't think people will read it at first glance though, At first I wanted to draw them holding each other while zombies are attacking them. But in fact it turn out to hard. I was hard just to draw the girl face. So I just made the guy turn into a zombie. It was easy drawing a zombie face than a girl face. I don't know why.
Body Count: 1...he felled down a stairs and no he didn't turned into a zombie.

Post 11. My suicide letter
This was my latest piece. About a suicide letter. The story came from a dream. I originally tried to write a real letter containing two or three pages long. It tells about the character life, the good times, the bad time and before the last breath. I did want to write on how he devise on how he wanted to end his life. But it really was just too long. So I skipped it and turn it into a mystery letter. Did he wrote it, or the letter just haunted. Maybe in the near future I will write a real suicide letter. Just hope it wont really be mine. The picture is a chair and a bed with two person covered in sheets. For the sake of mysteriousness I just draw it like that.
Body Count: 3...and he was really sorry about the mess

Total body count: 3 trilion and 11 bodies...not bad

That was all my post up till now. I hope you enjoyed it. Please leave a comment about anything. I also like to thank my editor for promoting the blog. She's the one doing the talking and answering all the comments. I guess I'm just a little bit shy. But you don't have to be. Just leave a comment and I try to answer all comments. If not Elle will. She really a blogger addict. I'm just a shy lonely wannabe novelist. 

If you think my story was cool please leave a comment. If it suck also please leave a comment. If you think my art was okay please a comment. If its like a scribbling of an eight year old please leave a comment. If you want to 'tackle' Elle please leave a comment. If you like donut please leave a comment. If don't have anything to do please leave a comment. If you want to marry me please leave a comment. If you think I need to see a shrink leave a comment. If you want to see me write about something leave a comment. If you want me to draw something leave a comment. If you ever wonder I'm handsome or not just leave a comment. If you think my grammar contain lot of mistake leave a comment. Or you just want to comment about nothing just leave a comment. If you are gay...I'm sorry please look elsewhere. 

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Thursday, February 24, 2011

My suicide letter

I went home early that day. As I entered my house, I saw the letter. It was on the floor. I picked it up. There was no address or any stamps on it. Only my name, Alexander Greene, was written on it.  It seems that someone just slips the letter under the door. I opened it and read its contents.

To whom it may concern,
          My name is Alexander Greene, and this is my suicide letter. If you're reading this, its mean that I'm no longer in this world. And I bid you farewell. This world have taken its toll on me, and I have no strength left to fight it. Everything I do ended in ruin. Everyone I love, left me. I have nothing left accept my life. But it will all be over soon. 
          All those hatred and lies that been pounded on me all these years, have left bitter and crooked. I was not the man I was once. All those hope and dreams for a better future, was now just a figment of imagination. A naive attempt of a young man, now turned into rubbles of dirt and feces.
          Yes, I still remember all those good years. Every single one of it was engraved inside my brain. Even if I tried to forget it, it came back like slashing knives, making the pain even worst. I was once rich and famous. A had a life that every man craved for. But it was not the riches or the fame that kept me burning all those year, it was Olivia, the love of my life. 
         Olivia, oh my sweet Olivia, how many years it has been since I tasted her strawberry lips. How I crave for her warmth every night. Her beauty was like lightning in the dark night sky, flashy and yet so dangerous. Captivating for anyone who got a glimpse of it. A beauty that make every man tremble to his knees. You were mine Olivia, and that alone is enough for me. 
        I gave her everything, my life even my soul. But to her, it wasn't enough. That dark truthful night on Valentine's Day have made it clear to me. I bought her a bouquet of red roses. It was her favorite. But I was surprised when I got home that night. On the bed we chose together, there she was with someone who was not me. But I was not mad or angry. She was Olivia, the love of my life. She would stay with me forever. I went to kitchen and came back to the room. The red roses that was in my hand was gone. All I had in my hand was a knife that I bought for her last year. Before I knew what had happened. She was cold and motionless on the bed with the man who was not me. 
        Oh, how it tears me apart to see her like this. Her warmth was replaced with a sharp cold. I'm sorry for everything my sweetheart. But don't be afraid. I would join you soon enough. I have tied a rope on the ceiling and made a knot fit for a neck at the end of it. I placed a chair right underneath it. It was facing you that still lay motionless on the bed. This way when it all ends I can still see your face. Wait for me Olivia. I'm coming to embrace you again. Wait for me... And to you, whomever read this letter, I'm sorry for the mess. 

No longer in this world
Alexander Greene

I stumbled on my knees. Was this true? Was this my suicide letter? The writing was mine, the signature was mine, I recognized it. This was indeed my letter, but I don't ever recalled writing it. Did I do it unconsciously? I don't remember any Olivia. I had a girlfriend once, but her name was Carol. But we broke up a couple of year ago. He left with another man. But it never made me feel like killing her tough. I did love her but it was a long time ago. I checked on the letter again to see the date it was written. The date was clearly written on the top right of the letter. It was 24th February, 2011. That is today's date. Just ten days after Valentine's Day.

I felt sick to the stomach. I tried to get up steadying my feet. I went to my room. The room was a mess. I never had any chance to clean it. The room was dark and the lights doesn't seem to be working. There were many dried red petal scattered everywhere on the floor. I tried to find my way to my bed in the darkness. But I stumbled upon a chair. The chair was facing the bed and above it was a rope, tied to the ceiling. I climbed on the chair and inspected the rope. It was tied with a knot that nicely fit the neck. I put the rope around my neck and fasten it. And there I can see in the shadow upon the bed. There were two dark figure. Laying, unmoving. My eyes grew heavy on me, and then I fall and tripped over the chair I was standing on. I hung on the rope that was fasten around my neck. My feet was slightly two inches above the floor. And then I dropped the letter that I wasn't even aware holding it. And one day, someone will read it. And I really felt bad for the one who's gonna clean up all this mess. THE END

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

RULE NO. 32: Enjoy the little things

Do you ever heard the movie called Night of the Living Dead? The Dead hates the Living? I, Zombie? 28 Days Later? Or Zombie Land? Well  neither did I, until I met that zombie movie obsessed man. I was 14 when I met him. I  was siting on the chair on the hall way of the women's ward. I just sat there doing nothing but watching people as they passed by. Patients, Nurses, Doctors, they all walk on without noticing me. I guess I'm not even important to even be noticed by anyone, until he came. He passed me by at first, but then he turn back, and then he passed me again. He turned back and stood in front of me. He was tall and had black hair. He wore a patient clothes and his head was bandaged. I guess he must be another patient in the hospital. "Why so lonely, little girl?" he said to me smiling. I didn't answer him. At first I thought he was some kind of pervert. This was after all the women's ward. Except for doctors and families, no men were allowed inside even if he was a patient.

I thought if I kept quiet he would leave. But then he sat next to me. It was kind of awkward at first. A stranger I didn't even know his name sat next to me. "What are you in here for girly?" he said to me. "I'm here cause of an accident, slip on the floor and banged my head" he point to his head. "So what happen to you?" he asked me. "I've got cancer on my brain and I'm going to die soon" I answered him. He was silent for a moment. That usually do the trick. They always leave awkwardly after hearing something like that. They alway do. It was the truth and I really am dying.

He was silent for a few instant, but then he suddenly started talking. "Did you ever watch a movie called Zombie Land?" I ignored him thinking when he's going to leave but he kept on talking. "You haven't did you? Well it's a zombie movie but not as great as the one done by George A. Romero..." he kept talking about zombie stuff and I really could't understand him. It was mostly about gross stuff how zombie eat people or something. At first I think he was just trying to hide his sympathy towards me. Like all the grown up do when they heard I got cancer. Always changing the topic to how beautiful the day was. Trying to lift my spirit up by encouraging and all that. But this man was different. He talk about the walking dead to a girl whose going to die tomorrow or the day after that. If he was trying to lift my spirit up it was really in a weird way. But he was really spirited when he talks about the zombies. The way his eyes glows when he talks about something he liked it fascinates me. It been a while since someone talk to me like that. Most people just look me with the same look as if I was a freak or something. Those sympathetic eyes, always looking blank. Even my mom looked at me like that. I hate it.

"...well even it's not a really great movie. There something that I like about it. It has these 50 rules you have to follow in order to survive the zombie apocalypse. Here I'm going to show you." he stood up. "Listen carefully kid. Rule No. 1! Cardio!" And then started exercising in the hall ways. "You got to stay fit! You never know when you are going to be chase by a bunch of zombies!" he kept exercising and doing sit ups. It was kind of embarrassing. Exercising in the hall way and making noise. Everyone was watching. I tried to  act as if i didn't know him. Well I really don't know him at all. "Hey what are you doing!" shouted the head nurse across the hall. "You shouldn't be here! This is the women ward" "Uh oh...the zombies has come...I got to get out of here. Hey by the way I'm can call me Ed and you are...?" "I'm Deborah...Debby" I answered hesitantly. "Well Debby...its nice meeting you. Lets meet again tomorrow. I tell you more about the rules." and then he ran off chased by the head nurse. What a silly man.

The next day he really came to see me. He came to my room. "Hullo kid...It was hard to find your room. Do you know there's about 10 people with the name Deborah in this hospital. Quite a popular name you got there. Well...Deborah was the main character name in Night of the Living Dead...bla bla bla.." He kept on blabbing. Later I found out that he secretly check on my name on the patient list when the nurses was elsewhere. He entered several other girls room with the name as mine before he entered my room. He was chased off again and again by nurses. He said it was Rule No. 2; Double Tap. To always make sure the dead stays dead or in this case to make sure to check whether he got my room right or not. But to me it was just as an excuse to check up on girls. He also tried to sneak in the girls bathroom. But caught by the nurses. "Rule No 3; Beware of Bathroom." He said to me laughingly. What a pervert. After a while he was chased away from my room by the nurses again.

The third day, he came again. He brought a wheelchair with him. With so much persuasion, I finally sit on the wheelchair. "Rule No. 4; Fasten Your Seatbelt"."Huh? What's he talking about?" I thought to myself. "Just hold on tight" he said to me. With that he pushes the wheel chair across the hallways. We were going so fast. He was running as he pushes the wheel chair. It was embarrassing. Some patient shouted at us and some even cheer us on. It was pretty lively in the hospital that day. All thanks to him. The nurses immediately caught wind of us. The nurses tried to chase us. But we ran and hid on the roof top. I lay flat on the floor of the rooftop. Its been  awhile since I ever get that excited. He lay next to me. Both of us looked at the sky. It was really beautiful. And then he started talking about the zombie nonsense again. I just listen, giggled and smiled.

He came on the fourth day to meet me. He was banned from entering the women's ward because the of the things he did earlier. So we had to secretly met at the roof top. It was our secret meeting place. I grew fond of him. Aside from the zombie obsession and a little bit of a pervert, he was actually a nice man. All he ever talks about was the zombie movies he watched and the rules. Maybe he was making up the rules I thought at first. But nevertheless, it makes me happy just to see him. We spent all day at the roof top that day.

On the fifth day, we met on the roof top. He was a little bit strange, he didn't talk about those dreadful zombies anymore. He talked about his life. He had a friend, a close friend. But she is getting married next month. I guess he kind of liked her. I knew because he said after he got heard of the news she was getting married, he drove so fast and rammed up at tree. Thats why he is in here. "If you liked her, why don't you just tell her? Maybe she got the same feeling as you. Well it's still not to late." He just looked at me and smiled. "Rule No. 17; Don't Be A Hero. Well we never really know that do we. If it was even true. It would just hurt us more"."So you just want to sit here and let her go without saying anything? You are just a coward. And those rules are nonsense. You even skip 5 other rules already. It just your excuse for hiding." I was mad at him for absolutely no reason. We fell silent for a while and then he spoke,"I'm checking out tomorrow." I was shocked, I knew he will eventually got out but not this early. "The doc said that I'm good to go. With all the ruckus I made they say I'm fit as a horse." I tried to hold my tears. "Would you come to visit me sometimes?"."I don't know kid, I don't think I can come to see you again. But don't worry I'm sure your friends will come and keep you company." After hearing that I just stood and started shouting at him. "You are just the same as them! As everyone else. You never understand! You never really cared about me! I have no friends that would come and visit me. Everybody thinks I'm a freak. Soon my hair will fall out cause of chemo...and then I'm really going to be a freak. I will be dead within a month, but you won't. If you know you have not long to live, would you waste your time like this? Don't you want to tell the one you love that you love her? I hate you and your zombie story!" I left for the roof exit. I will not cry for this man. "Hey wait! Don't you want to hear the next rule?" he said to me. I paused at the exit. "Rule No 32; Enjoy the Little things"."Silly, you just skipped 15 other rules again just now." He smiled and I left him there alone on the rooftop.

He didn't come so see me on the next day. I heard from the nurses that he checked out earlier that morning. He didn't even come to say goodbye. He never did finishes telling me all those silly rules. I wouldn't cry for him. I wouldn't miss that silly, perverted, zombie movie obsessed man. He was out enjoying his life and here I'm still in the hospital watching people pass by without ever noticing me. Day by day passed on, an all my hair was gone because of the chemotherapy. The cancer still is there inside me and I knew then there was no reason to live anymore.

One day a woman came to see me. I did not know her. She has this pale look and sadness in her eyes. "Are you Debbie?" she said to me. "Yes" I answered."I'm Ed's friend, Sarah. I'm here to give you these" her hand was shaken when she gave the parcel she was holding on. She was silent for a while then she started to spoke. "I'm sorry Ed is dead." I was shocked, but I will never cry for that silly man. "He was packing his stuff to go London and then he suddenly slipped down the stairs. He broke his neck." The woman was in tears as she said this. "It's been a while since I met him. The  last time I met him, he always talks about you. A girl he met in the hospital. He said that you were timid and shy, so he talk about zombie to make you smile. He must have bored you with one of his silly zombie movie didn't he? I didn't know why he likes that dreadful stuff" She was silent a moment. "But that last time he was different somehow. He told me his feeling for me. Or so how long for I waited for him to say it to me. But he was already to late. I am getting married. But he said to me that it was okay. He love me with all his heart. He was just afraid to ruin our friendship and all he ever wanted for me was to be happy. He said he will be sad if he never get the chance to say his feeling towards me. I was silent all that time. But now I feared, that I was the one to late to tell him that I loved him also." Her tears drops like rain onto her dress. This was the girl that Ed loved. And this girl loved him also. "Um...sorry for all the talk. You still to young to understand." I did understand, all to well. "Its nice meeting you, Debbie. I'm sorry that Ed can't come to visit you anymore. He did plan to visit you before he went to London. Here he wanted you to have this. I don't know what's inside, but I guess he wanted you to have this. This was I'm here to to begin with. Goodbye Debbie.'' and then she left.

I was alone in my room with the parcel that was supposed to be given to me by Ed. But he was now dead. Inside the parcel was DVD case, it was a movie. The movie was entitled Zombie Land. I beg the nurse to watch the DVD. At first she refused, but when I said it was from a friend that had died recently, she agreed. That night I watch my first ever zombie movie. I didn't like it. With all the blood and gore stuff. I never understand why he even like this kind of thing. But in this movie it introduced the 50 rules that Ed so liked about. Now I knew why he skipped and never ever finishes telling about the rules. The 50 rules was just a symbol, in the movie it never tells all the rules. And some rules like don't be a hero can sometimes be changed. Like he did by telling Sarah, his feeling. But the most important rules of all, eventhough life get tough and sometime you have to break the rules, always remember Rule No 32.....Enjoy the Little thing. I cried that night. I cried for that silly man.

Well I suppose to die in a little while. But I didn't. I didn't die the next day. I didn't die the next week. I didn't die the next month or year. I eventually leaved the hospital. The doctor said it was a miracle. But I didn't care. Eventhough I didn't die, I just enjoyed being alive while I can. There was a man who I knew for five days, he was a perverted, zombie obsessed man. Although he was like that, he was really a nice man. He taught me to enjoy the little things while I can. And that what I'm planning to do with the rest of my life. THE END
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