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

Love Zteff

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.

Tarja Turunen Fanfiction.- Tarja in Trouble

Marcello’s words shook the ground under Tarja. It felt like the words were still echoing in her ears. First starting off softly and slowly over time growing louder and louder until she grabbed her head. Holding it in her hands. Trying to make sense of everything.

“ CD sales are down. Shows aren’t selling and frankly ,Tarja the company’s running bank robbed.

 

Those words were what any artist dreaded to hear. Tarja remembered how she always said in interviews that loosing her voice was her biggest nightmare but somehow that seemed stupid now. She would rather have no voice and loyal fans than have a voice, That no one wants to listen too.

She threw a glance around the room and saw the musicians shaking there heads.

 

She knew she had to do something or she will loose them. They all had families that they need to take care of. She must act now.

…………………………………………………………………………………

The next morning , Tarja woke up with some startling news. When she picked up the phone- It was the police. There had been a break in at the studio. At least nothing was taken. But the police had found a letter. Suspicious, don’t you think?

 

“ What did it say?”

“ We don’t know miss Cabuli. We were hopping you would come down to the studio and open it.”

“ Yes. of course. I’ll be right over.”

 

Tarja slowly put the phone back on its stand.

Marcello was still sleeping. Like a baby

Tarja didn't bother to wake him. She couldn’t believe that he was still not awake. The phones piercing ring came just after 3:40 am

 

To be continued

Lost:Prologe- Tristania fanfiction

“This wasn’t easy for me,Osten”

Vibeke stared at the ground while her words still lingered in the air. Unable to escape.

Only the soft rain outside could be heard. Kjetil took a sudden sharp breath in and then, let the air slowly escape between his lips.

Osten shifted from one leg to another.

 

 “And everything we were working on. We just got out a album,Vib”

“ Well” Vibeke began ” I’m so sorry. This will never work,we all tried to fool ourselves a little longer but the truth is. I cant. Not anymore.”

 

Kjetil looked at Vibeke with disbelief. This was going to be his big break. To sing for Tristania,and now Vibeke was ending it. Never to be the same again.

“ Then you must go.” He said in a familiar growl-like moan

 

Osten suddenly sprang up and looked Kjetil in his eyes. Trying to stare him down. It worked ! Kjetil slummped back down in the chair. Like a naughty child that was being punished.

Vibeke slowly walked to him. Clutching her stomach. Feeling his pain. Taking his hand in hers. She bent down and looked him staight in the face while she whispered.

 

“ We had a long run. It was fun. Thank you for everything,my friend. Please tell the others of my departure.”

 

She slowly got up. Tears rolled down her pale cheeks and Osten only stared outside the window.

When he turned his head back to the room. He heard the door “ click” shut

 

And Vibeke was gone.

 

Forever...

Fate

28 September 2010

Fate

What exactly is it?

Something people make up.

Something people strive to.

Live by its rules.

Like a goal. Set to make you reach it. Full of hard word and determination. The Oxford dictionary says” (as a plural) Things, especially bad things that will or have happened to somebody or something”

A bit vague, don’t you think?

No real meaning.

And the fact that they said that it is usually bad things makes you wonder, ponder for a moment. Yes, it is that prisoner’s fate, who committed murder, that he will be put to death.

But it is also my fate that I will be married in the next 4 days. Or is that a guess .

Something that might not happen.

Something that will happen.

But thats just as a plural of course.

OR IS IT FATE

 A “bad” thing this marriage is…

“Fate-(No plural) the power that some people believe controls everything that happens”

Who are these “some people”?

Are they human?

Or is it against human nature to believe that a higher power controls or evn exists.

What does it control?

They good

The bad

The …

Not so nice

This higher power.

 Does it choose who it would like to help?

Does it make tough choices and

Dare I say it?

Does it know for whom it is making these choices. For whom it is controlling.

But enough religion.

Fate lies very close to destiny and in turn it lies close to coincidence.

Like when I searched for a song I heard once at a rugby match and discovered ,while in England, that my uncle has purchased it on itunes.

 I downloaded and listened to it right there and then on my brand new ipod(that I got for Christams)

Enjoying the very song I have been searching for ,for a whole year.

Finally my ipod got stolen and I lost that very song. Forgot to save it on my PC.

So I gave up.

Never heard that song again.

I longed to .

Yes, But what can one do?

Some days I would listen to the song on youtube. But it would not satisfy.

So here I am 4 years later. Since I first heard that song. With a new ipod and a new love for different styles of music.

Much different than what I listened to 4 years ago.

I have forgotten the song.

 I have forgotten that feeling .

The beat that was so familiar to me.

And you would think that it was a huge surprise when I found that song ,again

It was on a CD I bought. 5 years ago

Now you ask.

But why had I never listened to the CD? I might have heard the song and noticed it.

I don’t know

But why didn’t I go on itunes and download it again?

I did not know the name of the song.

Why didn’t I …

Stop asking all of these questions!

I already found the song and I listened to it everyday.

What more is there that you need to know?

I know am able to play every beat on the drum. I can strum my guitar to the tune. I can recite the lyrics in my sleep. I can pluck the bass in my dreams.

Was that my fate?

To learn the song that touched my soul.

The song that I made a cover for.

The song that made me famous at my high school battle of the bands.

The song that had so much meaning to me that it felt like my own child.

 A child I had lost and over the course of 5 years have come in contact with again and now.

Where do I go from now?

I have done everything for this song. I have no more tasks to complete. No more years of searching.

Is this the end?

Do I forget the song and move onto another

Or is it all just a coincidence …

Or was it my destiny …

Yahooooooooo !

One of my stories got published in a very famous South-African website.
Thou I doubt anyone can read it because it is in Afrikaans.

Atleast I am getting reconized ^^

Introduction

There is only one thing that I would like to share and these are my stories.
I LOVE to write.
I love making up stories and using my imagination (Probably sounding like Barney here)

It was always a way that I could escape life and go into my own little world.
Be adventurous, create life and then as easily take it away.
I would love if someone could critisice my stories because I am after all writing for the public . . .

ENJOY XOXO