Rewrite: May Day EveThe teachers had ordered that the dancing should stop at six o'clock but it was almost midnight before the cars came filing up to the front door, the students running to and fro to find who they came in first with. As the girls depart from the young gents, the latter gathered around to wish them a good night. Coming in their respective dorm buildings, one can clearly hear how the lads lament on the women's ascent with their mock sighs and moaning, proclaiming themselves disconsolate. However, the men straightway gone off to finish the punch and the brandy though they were quite drunk already and simply bursting with wild spirits, merriment, arrogance and audacity. The Tudor Ball was fantastic! They waltzed and polka-ed and bragged and swaggered and flirted all night and were in no mood to sleep yet---no, caramba, not on this moist tropic eve! Not on this mystic May eve!---with the night still young and so seductive that it was madness not go out, not to go forth---and serenade the neig
Illusions of One's SelfA girl aimlessly drifts in the stream of people flocking Central Town.
Her red cape softly sways from the night breeze. Though her arms are exposed, she feels no coldness.
Out of luck, she could not find any ATM machine in this busy street
She walks in an empty alleyway, avoiding the crowd.
An old building caught her interest. Standing in front of it, its door swung. The rotten wood creeks noisily. The wind seems to softly murmur.
"Come in. Come in. Come in."
She steps inside. The door closes behind.
No ounce of moonlight ray inside; it looks as if she entered a black hole. The windows outside appears like there were mere illusion. Or perhaps there are cardboards blocking the windows?
A soft glow flicker in the east wing. The girl walks toward it. As she walks nearer the yellowish, reddish light glows more. One by one, the candles hung in the walls flicker to life.
Countless candle flames glow within the room heading towards a hallway.
It looks as if the passage is short bu
To my old self
To my 13 year old self,
If you ever manage to get this letter and read it, I suggest you read it to the very end. The words written may seem absurd and you might not believe them. Nevertheless, rest assured no matter how hurtful they are it will be for your own good.
I am writing to you in hope you would not do the foolish mistakes I have made. In my deepest of hearts, I would still do it but seeing father's pain and forced smile everyday is just too much.
Funny do you not think? Calling that man named Haine father when no ounce of blood cell runs in me that came from me. Even until now I am older it still feel awkward to call him father.
Perhaps that is not the only reason why I always hesitate calling him that.
A year from now, you will slowly realize what this means. It started when father's half-brother visited. Yes, Haine has a brother. Before jumping into conclusion, let me tell you something. He did not tell you about his half-brother since he was not sure himself if his hal
Plot Assignment 2: Deadly SinsSloth
Looking wearingly at the school bulletin board, Platinum just stared at the large parchment. Giving a little sigh, she walked away.
"A combat test? This is going to be such a drag I just want to go back to the dormitory and get some good rest, " she murmured to herself.
"Platinum!" A little voice from behind called out.
A blue-haired girl smacked herself into Platinum right in the gut.
"Well that surely woke me up," Platinum spoke softly.
Looking at the taller girl, Rinno tagged Platinum's sleeve. "Kyaa kyaa you'll catch famous handsnatcher? I wanna go too. Rinno wants to play."
"Huh?" she looked incredulously at the smaller female.
Pointing at the bulletin board not f