Monday, December 31, 2007,
5:00 AM
I've seriously got writers' block, so I'm just writing something else while I find inspiration. It's just a weird songlyric thingy I made up while daydreaming.
Looking back at all I've done,
Those memories, every one.
The sins, the merits, the joys and tears,
What differentiates this from other years.
These hands of mine, they may look pure,
but what hurt have they made others endure?
These lips of mine, though stained with sin,
May hold many inspiring words within.
Out with the old, in with the new,
I've gotta change for the better.
It's gonna be a brand new year...
The goals that I wanna achieve are still far away.
Wipe away those tears,
Just let out those bottled-up fears.
Stand up and scream out loud,
Letting it go is what it's all about.
Out with the old, in with the new,
I'm gonna make up for everything...
This isn't about right and wrong,
It's just about being me.
Sitting here, all alone,
I get up and start to head home.
But in my head remains the promise...
I'll be better next year.
HAPPY 2008~~~
~Yuki AKA Marcia
* Sorry for the horrible-ness of it. I just AM crazy.Labels: Poems~
Sunday, December 16, 2007,
9:27 AM
The news came as a shock to all of Hillside Street. Number 27 was finally going to be occupied! The people were all anticipating their new neighbour's arrival, and they tried to guess what type of person it was. The old, dilapidated house with weeds creeping over the roofs...Who in their right mind would ever want to call it home? The mysterious part of it was, nobody knew.
Whoever it was that was going to move in must be very secretive, the people thought. Unlike the last time, there were no viewings of the house, no real estate agent, no clients. There had been absolutely no sign that someone was moving in, at least not until the builders started coming. Immediately, they were questioned by the curious citizens and journalists of the area's paper, hungry for new stories. They seemed to know nothing of the entire business as well, and even if they did, there was no forcing them to tell. This way, the builders hammered away, the moving van came and went, the lights in the house went on at dark and off in the day, and even the chimney started smoking. The new neighbour had moved in without anybody even knowing who he or she was.
The neighbourhood was full of curious people, and everybody wanted answers. Why wouldn't the new neighbour reveal their identity? Why wasn't there even any sound of human conversation from inside the house? Why? The children were the most curious, and often stood on one another trying to peek into the mysterious neighbour's window. In particular, there was one girl who was the most curious about this affair. That girl was Aurora Vine, the known 'braniac' in Hillside Elementary, the town school.Labels: 27th Hillside Street
Friday, December 14, 2007,
5:58 AM
The house on 27th Hillside Street had always been unoccupied. In fact, it had been for so long that it was thought to be haunted. The house was in a real mess, and it would make anybody shudder to think of the piles of dead insects, dirt and grime that had accumulated over the years. The backyard was claimed by unruly weeds of all sorts, and they seemed to make the house seem even emptier and unwanted than it already did. It stood out in stark contrast to all the other pretty houses around it.
As the story goes, the house was once occupied by an elderly couple twenty years ago, who had moved to a pretty little cottage by the seaside, and put the house up for sale. It had all been the usual procedures: A real estate agent, interested clients, the usual builders and workmen were scheduled to come renovate the house. What was unusual was that they never arrived. It seemed as if everybody had just, somehow or other, forgotten the whole matter, and the house stood empty for two decades.
There had been much gossip in town after that mysterious event, but after so long, even the busybodies had tired of that topic, and everybody went back to their regular lifestyles as if nothing had happenned. Occasionally, there would be kids asking the adults about the house, and they would tell the story all over again, but that was all. What the people didn't know was that it wouldn't stay empty for much longer.Labels: 27th Hillside Street
