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Years of being kept in the dark, suddenly a secret was revealed, and like a bat flying during the day, it hurt the eyes to know the truth. The question is, what is the truth?

She was, not a doubt, the best of best, holier than holy, purer than pure. Unlike her rival, she knew how, what and when. Like the sun, everyone loved her like how they loved summer. Coincidently, Summer was her name.

Frosty, dark, red eyed. He, of course, was the cruelest of all cruel, meanest of the mean, vicious, proud and handsome. He welcomed black spaces, believes in inhumanity, Torture was his name.

Two different worlds clashed and the unfortunate happened. All were against the idea but none dared say anything.

What happened, you may ask? Love happened. Love that was ruth.

How? All had the same question. None but only two knew the answer.

Their story isn’t mine to tell, but I could tell you of the ending.

She died heartbroken. He lived victoriously with her heart. Typical story? Obvious ending to others, not to her. Call her foolish but that is what love does.

So the next time you fall in love, and everyone tells you no, take a moment and think. Or die proving everyone wrong.

Hold Your Tongue

it was a tuesday morning when the rain decided to stop pouring and allowed the sun to shine a little. through 2 grey clouds, sun rays cast across Elly's face while she lies asleep on her bed. the clock struck 9 and it begin to ring. her arms reached out to toss her alarm clock off her bedside table, something she routinely does in reflex each morning. the alarm stopped but soon after her phone rang instead. frustrated, she got up and answered her phone with a little impatience in her voice.

"Hello?!"

"Elly, its me. Can I come over?"

"Oh hey Cal, sorry, I gotta pick my sister up from this stupid party she went to last night. Texted me at three fucking AM saying she wont be home, probably sleeping with some random dude at the party. She always does this, you know? I mean...."

"Erh.. Elly.."

"...can she ever be responsible for her own damn life? Sleeping around like a slut and I have to clean up her shit with my parents, her friends, her school, name it all, I've done it. You know, I just..."

"Elly, would you stop for a moment?"

"..wish she maybe died leave my life alone!"

"Elly...... She's really gone. An accident happened last night."

"Wha.... what? No.. Please tell me you're lying. I didnt mean what I just said. You're pulling my leg right?"

"I wish I was, El. She didnt survive."

A Teacher of Love

I was asked to introduce myself in front of my new class roomful of young high school students. I knew it would be tough breaking through to these young kids. They were merely teenagers and probably not the easiest bunch of people to warm bodies with. What more their new replacement for the next few months? Being a teacher means being responsible for these kids to grow and mature with a nurtured mind. The thought gets worse when you know parents depend on you to educate their next generation. So yes, it is going to be tough.

I'd admit, I was scared. Nervous to the core of my bones. But nonetheless, I had to do this.

I started with my name and my origins which was soon followed by a loud and intended yawn. Not surprising but I couldn’t help myself snapping at the student fiercely. That got everyone's attention. It was good but I soon got no response from the students after that. When asked a question, no one dares speak, no one wishes to participate in my lessons. I might as well just teach the walls of the classroom instead.

A week later, I couldn’t stand it any longer. I decided to have a conversation with my students instead of lecturing them. As usual, the class was quiet when I walked in. I pulled my chair towards the center and sat. My young students stared at each other and I saw surprised faces. I smiled and begun my lesson.

“Let’s take a break from English lesson today and focus on some lessons you could use in life. Does anyone have any idea what it is?”

Silence.

“Anyone? It is pretty easy, since I see it happening among you youngsters,” I chuckled as I said this.

“Erm.. Is it.. to have goals in life?” a student asked. I shook my head.

Another student raised her hand. “Is it plans for the future?”

I smiled. These kids really are more advance than my own generation at their age.

“A short word made out of just four letters. LOVE. For without love, how can anyone live? Think about it for a minute.. Could you grow and live in bitterness? Your parents brought you up with love and here you are in school living a privileged life compared to those on the streets. You are surrounded with good friends who loves you and that is why you have so many.”

I got a few smiles and nods as I said this.

“For those of you who have boyfriends or girlfriends, well it is as it is, it’s a relationship purely built on love which would eventually grow as you go on a brand new journey together leading towards marriage. And this love between these two individuals will form a family and the whole process starts all over. But note this, love never cease to ends. It goes on and on, from generation to generation. See it?”

All nodded in my direction and I knew all were intrigued with my “lesson” today. I beamed.

“Teacher, you sound like you’ve experienced a great love before. Can you please share?”

I froze. This was not I had in mind to share. For my own story was very much like a fairytale except that it never had a happily-ever-after.

“My love story is probably the greatest chapter of all in my life. The ending of the chapter would also probably be the part where it makes readers cry out of pity and sadness. It started with a boy and a girl and then me.”

I heard a few gasps…………. to be continued……..

Forbidden Love

"Boss, it's all loaded up."

"Good, keep both of your damn eyes on it. 1 small mistake and I'll have your head on my wife's favourite silverplate."

"Yes sir! I will!" Vadim's man hurriedly went away.

"Asshole," he muttered under his breathe. Vadim Venyamin, world's biggest drug dealer, was getting ready to ship his biggest shipment of drugs in his history of drug trafficking. He was also the most dangerous of his kind to a point where no one ever dared to keep him in captive. Not even the highest authorities in Russia for they very well knew his massive line of networks that could have each lives of those who dared end in pools of blood.

No one stood up to him, but Vadim was about to be surprised.

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"Briefing in two! And don't make me wait!" Chief Lee's voice boomed over every extension there is in the building.

CODE RED came into everyone's mind. In under 2 minutes, every police officer cramped into the station's conference room.

"Thanks for coming. I don't have much time to slowly brief you. But we just got a new lead on Vadim and this time, it's BIG. We're talking about billions of dollars here, a few countries, across continents and its already in operation. Listen, I know what you have heard about how dangerous this bastard is but we need to take him down. Now that he just moved into our country, this is now our case. C'mon boys, I didnt train you to be pussies. This is going to be voluntary work, who dares to be put in this case, please stand."

Glances exchanged and many murmurs traveled around the room before a few men stepped up and rose to their feet. After about a minute or two, Chief Lee saw that only a group of 5 men were standing out of the 105 men seated before him. He shook his head in disappointment.

"The rest of you sitting assholes can go back to your work. You, 5, stay for further briefing. And congratulations, I am proud of you."

Slowly, the rest rose to their feet and walked out of the door. Some patted those who volunteered on their backs and some whispered good luck to them. Finally only the 5 of them remained.

"Boys, I'm not sure if you are aware of what you have just gotten yourselves into but nevertheless, it was the right decision, if I may say so. We have a special undercover detective here to lead this operation. He's from Asia and has been following Vadim's lead for 2 years now. Please welcome Detective Markus Zaid."

Mark entered the room and stretched forth his hand to greet his new team. His handshake was strong and firm, but genuine. One by one, he was being introduced to Glen, Jerry, Luke, Dave and Carl.

"Please call me Mark, its more English-like. Pleasure to meet all of you. Gentlemen, be prepared to witness hell and have the best ride of your life....."



To be continued.........................

Not Your Common Valentines Day Story

He stood at a corner, shaking. The paper that was once nicely folded was now crumpled and soggy from his sweaty palms. He looked at the couple sitting 20 feet from him again. He watched his best friend's girlfriend having a good laugh at something while playfully punching his best bud. He raged in jealousy and started clenching his fists. How could he feel this way bout his best friend for 15 years, he often questioned himself. The paper crumpled further under the pressure of his strength. Realizing it, he immediately released and looked at the piece of paper with regret in his heart.

Damn it, he thought to himself.

Deciding whether or not to keep the note, he suddenly heard them getting up from their seats. Quickly his eyes scanned the crowd for them. To his relief, they were still at the same bench saying their farewells to each other. Now is his chance, he thought. She was already walking away and going fast. He couldnt miss this chance, it could be his only chance so his legs started running.

Nearer... and nearer... a few feet more, just a lil more...

"Melvin!" his best friend called out. He halted.

Breathing hard, he looked at his friend right in his eyes. Blood rushed from his face and he froze.

"What's up bro? Why are you running like that?"

Without a second thought, Melvin grabbed his friend's neck and kissed him on his lips while pushing the letter in to his hands. Shocked by his own actions, he quickly retreated.

"I'm sorry. I'm gay and I've been inlove with you". He turned and fled. Never looking back no matter how many times his once-upon-a-time best bud called.

Happily Ever After (part 2)

"Erm.. Hi Mike, I'm Nelly. You can call me Nel. Everyone does so... yeah.."

"Hello Nel! Really nice to know my first neighbour!"

What? Neighbour? Did I hear that right?

"Oh! Erm.. great! Erh... welcome to the neighbourhood!" I stammered.

Just gonna stand there and watch me burn. It's alright because I like the way it hurts. Damn, it must be Nic calling me. "Excuse me, I have to take this call."

Before I could let out a hello, Nicole's loud voice barked in my ears. "Where the hell are you? Don't give me one of those 'on the way' excuses now. Tell me the truth, you're still at home lying on your couch reading another stupid romance book, right?"

I laughed, "I'm not at home okay, I've left 10 minutes ago!" Well technically I really am not lying, I did leave 10 minutes ago only to be delayed by a man who owns the nicest smile I've ever seen. Gosh, he can definitely ace a toothpaste advertisement!

"Oh, now this is new! Okay, see you here, Nel.. Mwah!"

I hung up and smiled an apologetic one to Mike. He obviously heard Nic's booming voice over the my phone.

"Late for a meeting huh? Dont let me delay you any longer. I'm sure we'll bump into each other more often after this. Let's just hope I don't make you fall anymore," he chuckled.

Gosh, there's his smile again. I could only nod and smile as I waved to him, walking towards my car. Breathe, Nel. So what if you've got a gorgeous smiling neighbour? Remember, men aren't as perfect as you think.

I ignited the engine and drove out, looking back into my rear mirror once again to catch a last glimpse of him.
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"You're late!" Nic eyed me suspiciously as I walked towards our table with a huge grin plastered on my face. "Okay, who's that guy? C'mon, spill!"

"What? Who said anything about a guy? Geez, Nic!"

"The only time you grin like a fool is when you meet some dreamy dude. So, tell me, what does he look like? Blue eyes, british accent, tall, suave?"

I giggled. Gawd, no one else knows me the way Nic does. "No dreamy dude here. Just erm.. a new neighbour."

"And..........?"

"And what?"

"There's something about this new neighbour of yours that has gotten you all lovestruck!"

"Oh gawd, I'm NOT lovestruck okay! He just has.. well, a gorgeous smile." I blushed.

"I knew it! You are soooo easy to read. Just look at how you're blushing!"

"Oh, okay enough about me. You tell me why the sudden meeting huh? It's a Sunday night, and you never ask me out on a night before 'Mundane' day."

Nic squealed and dugged something out of her handbag. She finally fished out a small white envelope and pushed it to my side of the table. I stared at it for a while. It cannot be, it can never be! Is this a wedding invitation? "Oh my gawd, Nic. This is not what I think it is, right?"

She nodded. "YES IT IS! I'M GETTING MARRIED!"

I almost fainted.

Awful Train Ride

Oh, what a day. I dread the train ride home. Worse when it is a Monday. Ahh, look at the long lines, I should walk to the end of the station. Less people. Wonder why they dont bother walking a little bit more for more comfort in the train. Oh well, my luck I guess. 2 more minutes till the train arrives. Oh gee, why is this guy cutting my line? What should I do? I know, perhaps if I tapped my feet loudly, he may notice and back off? Okay, let's try. sigh, nope he's ignoring me. What an ass! Doesnt he know how to line up? I mean, we were all taught to do so since junior high school. Such rude people. Oh, the train's here. oh my, look how crowded it is in there. so its gonna be one of those days when I gotta squeeze myself in. Here goes. Oh look at this guy, doesnt even give way to the others alighting. haha, look at their faces, obviously annoyed with this guy's rude actions. my turn to squeeze in. at least i got to stand near the door. i could lean on it. doors closing.. and now lean. oh that guy's next to me. damn it! and what is that smell? is that his breath? oh goodness gracious, its unbearable. damn, too crowded to turn the other way. ugh, i cant even breathe through my mouth! i dont want to seem rude by covering my nose with my hand. oh can this train ride hurry up? hopefully he gets down the next stop. NO! he didnt! damn. oh great, now he holds the handle nearest to me. gosh, bad breathe and bad body odour is such a toxic mixture. someone help me please! i so wished i had the mask that coughing girl is wearing. okay, i think my facial expression just shows how disgusted i am because this lady next to me smiled at me as though she understood. weird and scary. can she smell it too? poor lady! she's shorter than i am! and so much nearer to his awful armpit! how can she stand it?? ok, 1 more stop away. im going to die of oxygen shortage if i dont get out here soon enough. i gotta breathe, no choice, breathe through my mouth. argh! is it me or my mind? its like i can taste it! my gawd! i hate taking trains. i so hate taking trains. c'mon, c'mon.. hurry up.. open the damn doors!!!

ohhh fresh air!