Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Vibeke Fanfic- Kinda follows up with my story: Lost ( thats also on the blog)

                                                            5 years later


Miss Stene” the intercom crackled.
“Ja
Please report to the office
On my way”

Vibeke glanced around the 5A classroom. This was her good class so she knew that they would be quiet while she was gone.

Vibeke quickly trotted through the school corridors.
Her classroom was situated at the East wing and it was very far to walk all the way to the West wing especially in the coming months. She knew she would dread this long walk.

Though now it was quiet and she could hear every teacher’s voice. Giving instructions, reading from a book. Even yelling to a ungodly child.
“Ungodly” That’s what miss Haupflich calls all children. 
Miss Haupflich is the school headmistress. A real snob if you’d ask me.

She hates all children and they hate her.
Lord knows why she ever became a teacher.

Miss Haupflich” Vibeke sighed.

Thinking of her big red lips that move but never say anything interesting. (Or nice) Her hands dried out over hundreds of years living on earth. Her big scary vampire teeth that chomp at you from time to time.

Well that’s how the kids describe her. Vibeke thought it to be quite accurate.

Some of the nicknames were. Miss Troll, Lord Haupflich –reference to Lord Sauron of the Lord of the Rings and her personal favorite No Hope-Flich. Because the kids knew if Haupflich had an eye on you their was no Hope for you.

Vibeke finally passed the last of the classrooms and went through the school hall. That led into the foyer (very grand with marble tiles, a fountain and the walls painted in purple because it is the color of being rich and royal.)

There in the corner of all the grand foyer was a small window were the secretary sat.

Vibeke knocked on the window (but only lightly) because she saw that the secretary was lost in all of her paperwork and the telephone line was tangled around her neck and arm.

Struggling to break free the secretary gave Vibeke a Merciful look and pressed a button with her nose.

Vibeke felt sorry for her and wanted to help but the secretary explained that she was too proud for that and suddenly a door clicked open.

The door was almost hidden and only a few teachers (those who usually get fired) have been in the principals office. It was hidden (probably from the parents so that they don’t know were to go to if they want to complain.)

Vibeke knew where the office was but only because she had seen Mr. Griffis sneak into it a couple of times.

She slowly took her few remaining steps to the secret door and opened it slowly.
The door cracked loudly and it seemed to Vibeke –the slower she opened the door the more noise it made. She took a leap of faith and stepped unto whatever was on the other side. She closed the door and automatically a light went on. It was a very small and narrow hallway and the ceiling also felt lower. With her head almost touching it. She felt trapped.

Come in Miss Stene.”
Vibeke jumped at the voice and felt her heart beating faster in her chest

There was another door at the end of the hallway. But this time it was opened by the principal. It did not crack. There was no noise. Everything didn’t seem so scary anymore.

She greeted the headmistress and walked into a lovely office.
It had a clear view of the mountains and the front garden. Everything looked so green and alive. The office was decorated beautifully with paintings (paintings of flowers, mountains and fjords) nothing depressing. The office also looked like it had just been repainted a bright yellow. That shouted “hug me” to anyone that entered. The red carpet complimented the yellow walls well and everything felt so warm, inviting and friendly.

Please sit down”
“Thank you”
The headmistress motioned to a chair and Vibeke sat down neatly.

Tea?”
Vibeke nodded and the principal stood up to make some.
I would’ve said coffee but I know that it is not accustom to drink it. Well, I mean you are not aloud to drink it. But I can’t stop you.”
She paused.
If you really want I can make you some coffee. I won’t judge you or anything.”

Vibeke gave a small giggle. She had stopped drinking coffee quite awhile ago.
4 months to be more or less precise.

“No thank you. Tea would be lovely.”

Miss Haupflich gave a faint grin but it was the closest that Vibeke had come to see her smile.

“I remember when I had mine.”
Oh” Vibeke was taken aback.
You had a child?”

“Well, no. Not quite. I lost her in a car accident in my 7th month.”
Vibeke was shocked at the image but also because the teacher was opening up to her. Well maybe not totally but she was definitively showing emotion.

I’m so sorry. I hadn’t known.”
“She would’ve been 26 years old.” Miss Haupflich stared outside the window.

Vibeke felt the blanket of depression swaying in on their conversation.
The principal handed the warm tea to the young teacher and went to her own table to sit in her great big chair.

Is she kicking?”
Vibeke’s head jerked up.
“No, not yet. There are small flutters but not yet a kick.”
“Well then when she does please let me know.”
“Will do.”  Vibeke said happily and felt her hand slip from the arm rest to her stomach.

“You are probably wondering why I called you hear?”
“Should I be worried?”
The principal let out a loud laugh.

My dear…
No, not at all. I do not bring bad news at all. I was wondering when you were planning on going away for maternity leave. I have to employ a temp in your position and fast by the looks of it.”
She winked at Vibeke. But Vibeke could not help but feel like it was an insult to how big she had gotten.

“I was only thinking of leaving in my last month.”
“Really? You want to work till then?”
“Well, money is tight and I can’t really go a whole month without pay.”
“Well as long as you don’t pop that baby out in front of the children then I’m happy.”

Vibeke hesitated trying to imagine the chaos if it were to happen.

I will only be gone 2 months after the birth.”
“You know you can take more? Will family be coming down for the birth? It’s always good to have somebody around.”

“They have to come. I didn’t give them a choice.”
“Yes, being a single mother is hard but Vibeke, I know that you can handle it.”

“Thank you.” Vibeke said while sipping on her tea.

“So will Sissel also come?”
“Yes, mom and Ingvild and Maiken. They are all coming to Kristiansand for the baby. Mom’s actually already here and irritating me with advice and small facts.”

“Well it all seems in order then.”
“I already have hundreds of scarf’s and blankets that she knitted. The other day she knitted the cutest little blue wool beanie and scarf. The beanie had a tiny bubble on the head.”

“Hopefully you’ve done some knitting as well. I heard that you very much like to do so.”

Vibeke could not believe that the headmistress knew all these things about her. She definitively pulled her file.
Something felt wrong…




Sunday, June 12, 2011

Theory

I remember how it all began.
Yes
I was there
Figuratively speaking.

I watched.
Stared on as the day went by seeing the whole truth unfold in front of me.
It was a Conspiracy!
Not some random theory made up by man. No !
This was real

My heart skipped a beat that day and soon as all the others.
I too was lost.
I could not speak
I could not walk
I dared not move
I was dead

Hearing the thunderous raw of the crowd cheering them on.
Not knowing , having the faintest idea what they were doing.

My wife lost her life that day
along with our ...

I struggle to breath and for this you must excuse me. My life exists now of me being hooked up to a breathing apparatus 24/7 more like 365 / 12

Oh, and the morphine makes me forget full.

Monday, June 6, 2011

A piece I wrote for an english essay

What is corruption?
Corruption may come in various forms such as the corruption of our language (spelling through errors); politically it’s the use of powers by government officials for illegitimate private gain.
It can also be described as the loss of purity and moral principles.

Is corruption a global problem? No, it’s a global changing process.

Corruption is happening. For example in the Middle Ages, Popes lived in luxury while teaching the word of God to the poor and religious. With there jewel decorated robes and magnificent palaces, many of them would be too happy to exploit their lives of luxury as an example to the unholy. Yet, this was all for private gain and the misuse of power.
Pope Innocent VIII was guilty of fathering children but because he was holy, the people dared not question him. Pope Innocent? Ironic.

Hitler was a master of mass corruption of how one thinks and sees live. Many people can still not differentiate between what Fuehrer Hitler told them to believe and what reality is. He was in many ways just like the pope except more demanding. In the end Hitler’s corruption pushed him over the edge and there was no alternative than to commit suicide. He‘s large ego and power that he gained through corrupting 61 countries and 1.7 billion people made him daring and dead. Of course he was corrupt but somebody needed to make the mistake in order for the world to see the truth.

For many the World War II was horrible, but I see not a global problem but a process of change. Without World War I woman would not be free to work. Without World War II we would not be equal. Although the process is long. This how it should be.

It is biologically proven that the world goes through certain vases. (The season change, the tectonic plate changes and so forth.) Thought many people die and the world goes through devastating periods (earth quakes) at the end of this change the result is positive.

Do we need to fight corruption? Absolutely. With all our might. But we shall be getting nowhere if everybody was good and had high standards with good morals.

Please don't steal my essay as your own work.

The mind, body and soul

This is a poem I wrote for charity
I didn't work at it at all
It took my less than 10 minutes to write - so this is just a rough draft
It needs a lot of work

For there was once a body who had no soul
And a mind who had no body
There story goes like this
It was quiet complicated with lots of twists

Body:
I am weak
I decay
For I have no reason to exist
My body does not move
Vessel of nothingness
If only I had a soul some life to breath with me
I might just be something worth living

Mind:
I sit here alone
Intelligent but disclosed
I know all
I am all
But without touch, without feeling, without something to control
I am more worthless than any human thing

Soul:
I shall strike a deal
Only once I shall say
For it is I
The life, The love, The tranquility of worlds
I bring not power For I have no body
I bring not strength of mind For I have my own free will

But I do bring hope
That is all you need
But I do bring spirit
That is all you seek
But I do bring love
That is;
If you need it

I shall go with you Body
And face life head on
For without you
I only lay
A soul rested in the ground

I shall go with you Mind
And face life logically on
For without you
I only blabber words
Without meaning
Words
Without cause

So you see
This is the story of how no one could live alone
And I hope you understand
That without a mind, body or soul
There is nothing
Nothing of greatness
Nothing of life

So count your blessings
And just be
You still have a life to live
Others;
Not so lucky

Don’t be foolish
Be wise
Don’t be ruthless
Be kind
Don’t be a snob
Be humble

Doesn’t this make you glad?

So yeah.
Tell me what you think

Saturday, December 25, 2010

MERRY XMAS

Just a small update saying
Have a great christmas or whatever you're celebrating.
Enjoy this day !!


Love Zteff

Saturday, November 20, 2010

This is a Afrikaans poem that I rewrote in english. It took me along time to get all the words right.

Sonata - ANNESU DE VOS

Our friendship was an afternoon melody
from four to five (o’clock) between cool white walls of the flat white house in which you live

and outside the listening plants crept and clambered over the roof
in the harmony of the whispering sound


now our friendship is only the silence after the symphony
and on a rainy night I recreate it


with white, pointed vingers it becomes a wistful moan on the piano
because I miss you and I am crying alone because you are laughing at me

Air

I hated him. I hated everything. This time . . .
I was mad. I wanted to hurt him in a way he hurt me. I wanted to show him how it felt to me. To see him through his life away. I even hated the whole idea of him.
The way he became after a while.
Aggressive
Stressed
Ignorant
Arrogant
Dumb
Okay, granted that that last one was mean.
And probably untrue
It is the way I feel.
He is dumb, no. He is weak.
He lives for nothing .Emotionless, longing for he’s freedom that comes in a little tiny box.
So I burned the box. Knowing that I could not hurt him. Could not touch him. Not really
If you think about it. I could do nothing. Watch as he deteriorates into Oblivion.
But I wanted to. Not because I want to be some sort of hero or savior of a kind.
I wanted to act. To show him I cared.
And all this time he tough. I was picky or immature.
Fact: It’s against the law to smoke in a house where there is a child under the age of 18
The above is a law that came into the publics’ eye first in 2007 or 08. It made me glad. Now I could lay charges against him for the abusive action he so very much likes to do.
I could make a difference. Could take control. Could sway my opinion around and people would listen. The law was made after research had shown for every cigarette that a person smokes the person next to him smokes in reality 3 cigarettes because of all the harmful smoke. That could take your life away.
“I hope you die of lung cancer or emphysema one day”

He didn’t move, say a word at all. Just kept starring at his laptop and other guy gadgets that were neatly placed all over his table.
Do I regret saying those words?
HELL NO
Like I have mentioned before. It is the way I feel.
I have vague memories as a child where I took all the little boxes and stomped on them for fun. Smoking has never been interesting to me. I have never had a flush of interest in trying it out. My friends don’t smoke. I don’t have friend that smoke …

I might sound mean. I might sound cruel.
But this is the way I feel.

The cruelest moment in my life is when I, my mom and he went on a family trip to my grandmother. When he smoked. I would usually put a blanket over my head not to get most of that awful smell on me and in my throat, round my tongue. It disgusts me.
I do not remember the exact word that I remarked to him but I remember him saying. “Well if you’re under the blanket quite and that’s all it takes. I guess I’ll light up another one”
And he did....

Maybe that’s what sparked my intense hate and anger towards him and his fellow friend.

I wonder if he knows he is a slave. I wonder if he even cares what this is doing to us. His family. Does he know?
Has he any intention of stopping. Or even trying to? Or is that all he would forever be a weakling. Addicted to smoking. A brainless fool.
Maybe this is what makes him happy. To smoke and be away from all of the problems, the people, the family, us
Maybe he has no strong will-The he is weak and can not stop. But we ARE THERE FOR HIM!!!
And are fully willing to stand by him. To fight this disease.


And I hope that one day he would trust that I knew what was happening to him and that I was only trying to help when I shot him dead.