Changed some bits and pieces nothing drastic (including the cliché title, for something just as clichéd ).
Standstill
The sound of a gunshot echoed in his head, prompting him to a sudden awakening. His eyes sprang wide open, but a fierce brightness forced them shut once more. As he felt the light subsiding and his eyes adjusted, his surrounding gradually came into view; the confusion instilled in him by the unfamiliarity only growing. He found himself standing amidst an immensely empty space; where on either side of him the room stretched out endlessly.
He looked around once more, perplexed, for he knew neither where he was nor how he had gotten to be here. In fact, his mind suddenly cleared with the realization that he had not the faintest idea of who he was, of his own identity. Panic overcame him at once. Immediately he felt an urgent and desperate need to find a way out of this place. Absent-mindedly he brought his hand to his heart, his fingers lingering on his chest. Suddenly aware yet puzzled by the nature of this gesture, he stopped himself and glanced up; noticing for the first time the outline of two doorways as stark white as the walls they lined up against. Relief surged through him, hopeful that these doors would lead him out, anywhere but here; for escape, he decided, had become his main objective.
Hesitantly, he walked forward, a shaking hand reaching for the handle. The door slid open, revealing behind it an array of images, playing back like a film reel against the backdrop of the room. He stood by the doorway, bewildered by the sight, but more so by the familiarity of the faces and actions screening before him. It wasn’t until he saw her that everything came rushing back. That sunshine hair and careless attitude, and that voice, full of money he once called it. Only her name escaped his lips. “Daisy…” Daisy whose name had resonated in his mind for decades past; the one for whom he had accomplished everything in life. He revelled in the memories of their love once fuelled by youthful exuberance and ignorance; but unable to withstand the pressures of social dichotomy.
His gaze, now hollow, drifted back to his life so mysteriously and vastly projected. With every scene rapidly depicting all of his choices and the path they led to, he realised with a painful clarity that his life had been lie; a decades long scheme to win the one prize which even until the end he would never claim – Daisy’s unconditional love. And as the motion picture of his existence neared conclusion, the conviction that his whole life and purpose had been pillared on false idealism was finally affirmed.
Helplessly he watched the final act unfolding, the most heartbreaking and defining, for it was then that his love proved unrequited. He looked on without recognition at the discernible images playing above him; fragments of events he had not witnessed but which nevertheless eventually sealed his fate. Though the figures onscreen were muted he did not need to hear their voices for he already knew what words, accusations and false promises escaped their lips.
Promptly and cruelly, the scene delayed, the sequence of events melded together now played in slow motion. His heart thumped louder, dread creeping up in his body. Paralyzed, not unlike the unwilling spectator he had been in that instant, he witnessed once again with horror Daisy’s carelessness and the inevitable confrontation it led to against one armed and grieving husband.
But he had had enough. He stumbled backwards, no longer wanting to watch and relive…. Relive his death, he realised. His mind blanked out. Again his hand lifted to his chest; though this time he did it consciously, searching for his missing wound. He backed further away from the door, unable to comprehend what was happening to him. For hours, or so it seemed, he remained motionless, his empty eyes staring down. Finally he recomposed himself and his gaze darted back to the room then slowly drifted to the second door. More desperate than ever to get out, he approached it, clinging on to the hope that this was the way back to his life and to answers. Resolved, he turned the knob and stepped inside.
Once more the room screened a compilation of seemingly real-life events, starring old but mostly new, unfamiliar faces. The longer he watched, the more he realised that this was not an accurate account of his life. Stranger still was that this version of himself aged on, his hair changing from salt and pepper to ashy grey. And gradually, the veil of scepticism and perplexity lifted and a different reality set in.
Both doors now lay open as only entrances to two brightly illuminated rooms for both reels had reached their last acts. The man stood there, reflecting on the last moments of this surreal experience. Eventually he had come to grasp the nature of his presence here. From whatever realms, he was being handed the opportunity to choose whichever path he wanted to take. One door would return him to his former life, just as he had so desperately desired only moments ago. But he knew that to do so would simply mean to follow through with his death. What then? The alternative offered him the possibility of embarking on a better and longer life, one in which he and Daisy would never have crossed paths.
Yet his predicament could not be so easily resolved, for despite everything he had loved her. He did love her. Though he knew that their love was only as true and perpetual as conjured in his delusions, she had become the catalyst for all he had done since they first met and he could not bring himself to imagine any other existence.
Two roads, he thought bitterly. But what happens when neither lead you to your heart’s desire? And so he remained, trapped in his conflictions; unable to take that one step forward that would allow him to flee from his desolation.
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Tuesday, 18 March 2008
THE YANKEE ROYAL FAMILY
Political families have dominated the Global arena from time immemorial, but none more so than the Clinton duo of Bill and his wife Hillary, who wielded much influence, power and indeed attraction, not only when Bill was the President of the United States of America from 1992 to 2000, but upon his retirement, the dynasty was continued when Hillary was elected to the US legislature, as the senator for New York, and in the year 2008, is vigorously campaigning to be selected as the Democratic Party nominee for the Presidential election to be held this year.
Such events require incredible planning, funding and a significant degree of cunning. We can only assume that the family were students of the Chinese Emperors, some of whom managed to extend the life of their dynasties for many centuries. Legislation in the US and most other countries will not permit this in the post modern era.
So what was the Clintons secret? What was their "key to success". Like any good organisation, they capitalized and built on their strengths, identified and dealt to their weaknesses. It was universally believed that Bill's wandering eyes, roving hands and lustful indulgences such as his dalliance with Monica Lewinsky would sooner if not later lead to his downfall, as indeed almost happened when the Senate impeached him. Lucky for him on that occasion, that the prosecuting attorney appointed the Justice department turned out to be a bigger jack-the-lad than Billy-the-kid.
But the Clintons also had a plan. A super master plan if you will, and they needed one, because what very few people knew, was that the weakness in their situation was not Bill, it was Hillary herself. She was a dyed in the wool, very happy to stay in the closet, muff diver. Yes folks, she is a born again, ever so happy Lesbian. Bill had always been aware of his wife's sexual preferences, but theirs was very much a marriage of political convenience, an alliance whose destiny would never be influenced or jeopardized by what they considered to be, when viewed in the context of did or did not matter in the greater scheme of things. That was the possession of and future control of power in the greatest nation and strongest economy in the twenty first century.
The plan was simple. Discretion was to be the key to achieving all of their goals, and thereby retaining what they considered to be their rightful place in History. Under no circumstance was Hillary allowed to misbehave in public, and Bill, as most other Global leaders have indulged, it was accepted that he would stray. The Chinese emperors of old, not only had unlimited access to mistresses - fondly referred to as concubines - , but their wives very industriously helped in selecting who was, and who was not suitable for the bonking chamber. Jack - the - lad Kennedy had enormous difficulty in keeping his in his pants, so it was no big deal if Billy - the - kid strayed, and indulged in a little bit on the side. Yes, Monica almost led to his downfall, and mainly because she was too young and could not keep a zip on the lip. The next Bill, try an older women, whom as a collective group are invariably; much more grateful, don't tell or swell.
So Hillary was a closet dyke, who had no interest what ever in coming out of the closet. No she wanted her cake and be able to eat it too. Well that is what pussy pashing ladies do, is it not.
Her story is really very similar to most other women of similar inclinations. The product of a white anglo-saxon protestant family, she was at the first opportunity, dispatched to a prestigious ivy league female boarding school, where as we all know, it is compulsory for the girls to initiate each other in the delights of discovering the essential differences between boys and girls, and also exploring the forbidden fruits that lie hidden in each others bodies.
There was an extremely interesting rumour circulating through the gossipy trollopes who, with very little else to do but speculate and invent trash, and have no interest what so ever in establishing whether or not there is any truth in what ever crap they exchange with each other, that the leader of a South Pacific Nation had made an impassioned plea to be accepted into this group, but her application was rejected on the very simple basis that by any line of reasoning or determination, she was too very, very ugly., and no insult intended. Now girls will be girls, and others can please
All over down under
Tuesday, 18 March 2008
THE YANKEE ROYAL FAMILY
Political families have dominated the Global arena from time immemorial, but none more so than the Clinton duo of Bill and his wife Hillary, who wielded much influence, power and indeed attraction, not only when Bill was the President of the United States of America from 1992 to 2000, but upon his retirement, the dynasty was continued when Hillary was elected to the US legislature, as the senator for New York, and in the year 2008, is vigorously campaigning to be selected as the Democratic Party nominee for the Presidential election to be held this year.
Such events require incredible planning, funding and a significant degree of cunning. We can only assume that the family were students of the Chinese Emperors, some of whom managed to extend the life of their dynasties for many centuries. Legislation in the US and most other countries will not permit this in the post modern era.
So what was the Clintons secret? What was their "key to success". Like any good organisation, they capitalized and built on their strengths, identified and dealt to their weaknesses. It was universally believed that Bill's wandering eyes, roving hands and lustful indulgences such as his dalliance with Monica Lewinsky would sooner if not later lead to his downfall, as indeed almost happened when the Senate impeached him. Lucky for him on that occasion, that the prosecuting attorney appointed the Justice department turned out to be a bigger jack-the-lad than Billy-the-kid.
But the Clintons also had a plan. A super master plan if you will, and they needed one, because what very few people knew, was that the weakness in their situation was not Bill, it was Hillary herself. She was a dyed in the wool, very happy to stay in the closet, muff diver. Yes folks, she is a born again, ever so happy Lesbian. Bill had always been aware of his wife's sexual preferences, but theirs was very much a marriage of political convenience, an alliance whose destiny would never be influenced or jeopardized by what they considered to be, when viewed in the context of did or did not matter in the greater scheme of things. That was the possession of and future control of power in the greatest nation and strongest economy in the twenty first century.
The plan was simple. Discretion was to be the key to achieving all of their goals, and thereby retaining what they considered to be their rightful place in History. Under no circumstance was Hillary allowed to misbehave in public, and Bill, as most other Global leaders have indulged, it was accepted that he would stray. The Chinese emperors of old, not only had unlimited access to mistresses - fondly referred to as concubines - , but their wives very industriously helped in selecting who was, and who was not suitable for the bonking chamber. Jack - the - lad Kennedy had enormous difficulty in keeping his in his pants, so it was no big deal if Billy - the - kid strayed, and indulged in a little bit on the side. Yes, Monica almost led to his downfall, and mainly because she was too young and could not keep a zip on the lip. The next Bill, try an older women, whom as a collective group are invariably; much more grateful, don't tell or swell.
So Hillary was a closet dyke, who had no interest what ever in coming out of the closet. No she wanted her cake and be able to eat it too. Well that is what pussy pashing ladies do, is it not.
Her story is really very similar to most other women of similar inclinations. The product of a white anglo-saxon protestant family, she was at the first opportunity, dispatched to a prestigious ivy league female boarding school, where as we all know, it is compulsory for the girls to initiate each other in the delights of discovering the essential differences between boys and girls, and also exploring the forbidden fruits that lie hidden in each others bodies.
There was an extremely interesting rumour circulating through the gossipy trollopes who, with very little else to do but speculate and invent trash, and have no interest what so ever in establishing whether or not there is any truth in what ever crap they exchange with each other, that the leader of a South Pacific Nation had made an impassioned plea to be accepted into this group, but her application was rejected on the very simple basis that by any line of reasoning or determination, she was too very, very ugly., and no insult intended. Now girls will be girls, and others can please
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
The True story of Robin Hood and his merry band of men
Many, many, years ago, over 888 in fact, anyway some time during the 13th. Century, there lived In the depths of Sherwood Forest, a large band of free spirits who had banded together to lead the outlaws life, and whose leader was that very well known local rascal named Robin Hood. The outlaws had banded together to lead the life of the idle, the dilatory, the irresponsible, typically “what’s mine is mine and what’s yours is mine also”, and if you don’t like it, well bugger off then or we’ll have you for dinner. Very, very similar to the gang life in New Zealand today, the major difference being that they cultivated, grew, and sold magic mushrooms to the innocents, whilst here in New Zealand today, they manufacture and grow methamphetamine, commonly known as P.
Under the leadership of Robin Hood they banded together and though their activities, created an illusion which stated that they would at every given opportunity, they would rob the rich and give to the poor. Jolly load of old cobblers that. What in fact they did was robbed everyone, both the rich and the poor, and anybody else who’s path they crossed. Not only did they rob, but at the slightest provocation, and frequently without any cause, or simply at the drop of someone’s hat because they were bored, they murdered indiscriminately. Young, old, men or women. No discriminating with this vicious bunch of thugs.
It all started when Robin was put into day care to be looked after by the nuns from the local Catholic convent, when he was just a wee toddler. This could well have been the original kindergarten as we know them today, but these bozos were no ordinary kids. As fate would have it, his very first buddy was another young tear away with the mouthful of name called Eustace, later to be called Eustace Lowdham, because of some blue blood running through his veins. Their fate was sealed when they were still in nappies – the cloth things that which were all the rage in those days, and the nun in whose they happened to be in this particular day, was too lazy to use two nappies instead of one, when she went to change them on one occasion, stuck the great big pin through not one of them, but stabbed both of them, drawing blood from each bum, therefore instantly making them blood brothers. Little did the lazy wretch now that her actions would become an integral part of the folk-lore of the 13th. Which has lived on and on and on, and is still to this day immortalized in a 21st century TV series? No wonder the Pope is bald, and he, a former member of Hitler’s youth choir, cringes when ever he hears the ballad of Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men. All this because of the abuse of a nun from another era. It could well be said by the cynics that not much has changed over the centuries, but as a good Catholic boy, I cannot subscribe or support these allegations. However those who have the view that the abused globally and the Maoris here, are in a competition for the “Give me the money award” presented annually to see who can grab the most cash, are probably not too far of the mark.
Well these two, who are now mates for life, conspired and conjured up a plot which they titled “How to get rich quick, without having to buy a lotto ticket”. They created a devious plan which became known in later years as the “Rob the rich and give to the poor”, but in actuality was a cunning scheme to “Rob the rich and the also rob the poor”. Bugger that lot they said, meaning the poor, they find somebody else to steal from, that is of course after we have had our share.
It was decided that because of the blue blood that coursed through the veins of Eustace the useless, and the common old red stuff which Robin the peasant had to put up with, that after they had been discharged from borstal where inevitably they had ended up, they would go there separate ways, at least as far as the public were concerned, and that Eustace would take his rightful place and be elected as the Sheriff of Nottingham. In the meanwhile, Robin had teamed up with a bunch of similarly minded delinquents, including that slob who invented obesity, Friar Tuck, and Will with the bow and arrow –which proves if nothing else that the Red Indians in the US were not the original inventors of this iniquitous peace of warmongering equipment, which legend has it, was the original version of what is known today as “weapons of mass destruction”, and last but not at all least, Maid Marion herself.
Not the only time that Marion was a maid, was immediately before she was told that that particular appendage, the “P”, had a considerable monetary value, whereupon she auctioned the rights to the first user to what she believed to be the highest bidder. And indeed this perchance was none other that the bold Robin, whom unbeknown to Marion, had never paid for anything in his life, and after he had supped at the altar of lust and sated his own desires in the most pleasurably of ways (well it is said with authority by many), bedding a virgin is indeed far more gratifying that anything else. His response to her screams when her demand for payment was scornfully rejected, was “suck it in and move on”, which indeed she did and for the rest of her natural years, sucked as much as her gob permitted, and was nick named forever more as Maid Marion, the girl who lost it before she had it.
During these years whilst the gang were establishing their reputation in a dastardly manner, The King of England was a chap named John, a mild-mannered soak, who in order to retain control of the throne, gave his consent to his brother, best known Richard the Lion Heart, to invade foreign lands with a bunch of retards whom history now tells us were mates from the round table, better known as the “Knights of the round table”. During this period of time, when these so called members of the British royalty were abroad, plundering, pillaging, marauding and murdering any infidel who was stupid enough to get in their way, chummy the Sheriff of Nottingham finally saw the amazing opportunity that this chasm had created for himself and his buddy, Robin Hood. With much gusto, extraordinary cunning and heinous intent, the plot which they had schemed to create all those years ago was finally put to the test. Their moment had come, and Richard the Lion heart was wreaking havoc abroad, Eustace the Sherriff and Robin the retard were off and running. The rest as they say is history. Nothing much has changed over the centuries, the rich get richer, the villains get even richer, and God help anybody who takes it upon them to protest. What, you doubt me. Well then I say to you. Look at Burma, look at what was once Southern Rhodesia, and if that is not enough, then look at the the Bush dynasty has done in the USA.
Cheers,
Mick.
Under the leadership of Robin Hood they banded together and though their activities, created an illusion which stated that they would at every given opportunity, they would rob the rich and give to the poor. Jolly load of old cobblers that. What in fact they did was robbed everyone, both the rich and the poor, and anybody else who’s path they crossed. Not only did they rob, but at the slightest provocation, and frequently without any cause, or simply at the drop of someone’s hat because they were bored, they murdered indiscriminately. Young, old, men or women. No discriminating with this vicious bunch of thugs.
It all started when Robin was put into day care to be looked after by the nuns from the local Catholic convent, when he was just a wee toddler. This could well have been the original kindergarten as we know them today, but these bozos were no ordinary kids. As fate would have it, his very first buddy was another young tear away with the mouthful of name called Eustace, later to be called Eustace Lowdham, because of some blue blood running through his veins. Their fate was sealed when they were still in nappies – the cloth things that which were all the rage in those days, and the nun in whose they happened to be in this particular day, was too lazy to use two nappies instead of one, when she went to change them on one occasion, stuck the great big pin through not one of them, but stabbed both of them, drawing blood from each bum, therefore instantly making them blood brothers. Little did the lazy wretch now that her actions would become an integral part of the folk-lore of the 13th. Which has lived on and on and on, and is still to this day immortalized in a 21st century TV series? No wonder the Pope is bald, and he, a former member of Hitler’s youth choir, cringes when ever he hears the ballad of Robin Hood and his band of Merry Men. All this because of the abuse of a nun from another era. It could well be said by the cynics that not much has changed over the centuries, but as a good Catholic boy, I cannot subscribe or support these allegations. However those who have the view that the abused globally and the Maoris here, are in a competition for the “Give me the money award” presented annually to see who can grab the most cash, are probably not too far of the mark.
Well these two, who are now mates for life, conspired and conjured up a plot which they titled “How to get rich quick, without having to buy a lotto ticket”. They created a devious plan which became known in later years as the “Rob the rich and give to the poor”, but in actuality was a cunning scheme to “Rob the rich and the also rob the poor”. Bugger that lot they said, meaning the poor, they find somebody else to steal from, that is of course after we have had our share.
It was decided that because of the blue blood that coursed through the veins of Eustace the useless, and the common old red stuff which Robin the peasant had to put up with, that after they had been discharged from borstal where inevitably they had ended up, they would go there separate ways, at least as far as the public were concerned, and that Eustace would take his rightful place and be elected as the Sheriff of Nottingham. In the meanwhile, Robin had teamed up with a bunch of similarly minded delinquents, including that slob who invented obesity, Friar Tuck, and Will with the bow and arrow –which proves if nothing else that the Red Indians in the US were not the original inventors of this iniquitous peace of warmongering equipment, which legend has it, was the original version of what is known today as “weapons of mass destruction”, and last but not at all least, Maid Marion herself.
Not the only time that Marion was a maid, was immediately before she was told that that particular appendage, the “P”, had a considerable monetary value, whereupon she auctioned the rights to the first user to what she believed to be the highest bidder. And indeed this perchance was none other that the bold Robin, whom unbeknown to Marion, had never paid for anything in his life, and after he had supped at the altar of lust and sated his own desires in the most pleasurably of ways (well it is said with authority by many), bedding a virgin is indeed far more gratifying that anything else. His response to her screams when her demand for payment was scornfully rejected, was “suck it in and move on”, which indeed she did and for the rest of her natural years, sucked as much as her gob permitted, and was nick named forever more as Maid Marion, the girl who lost it before she had it.
During these years whilst the gang were establishing their reputation in a dastardly manner, The King of England was a chap named John, a mild-mannered soak, who in order to retain control of the throne, gave his consent to his brother, best known Richard the Lion Heart, to invade foreign lands with a bunch of retards whom history now tells us were mates from the round table, better known as the “Knights of the round table”. During this period of time, when these so called members of the British royalty were abroad, plundering, pillaging, marauding and murdering any infidel who was stupid enough to get in their way, chummy the Sheriff of Nottingham finally saw the amazing opportunity that this chasm had created for himself and his buddy, Robin Hood. With much gusto, extraordinary cunning and heinous intent, the plot which they had schemed to create all those years ago was finally put to the test. Their moment had come, and Richard the Lion heart was wreaking havoc abroad, Eustace the Sherriff and Robin the retard were off and running. The rest as they say is history. Nothing much has changed over the centuries, the rich get richer, the villains get even richer, and God help anybody who takes it upon them to protest. What, you doubt me. Well then I say to you. Look at Burma, look at what was once Southern Rhodesia, and if that is not enough, then look at the the Bush dynasty has done in the USA.
Cheers,
Mick.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
ORIGIN OF THE COCONUT TREE
THE ORIGIN OF THE COCONUT TREE
The Straight Setting of the Myth
The rewriting of the story according to the comments from my fanfic group
This story is one of a well known myth that has been orally told from generation to generation in Samoa and may be most islands of the pacific, as they almost have the same belief of the past. Later on when missionaries arrived in the 1800, it was recorded and rewrote by several pacific people which ended up in different opinions and ideas. Some of them have told the myth incorrectly at the beginning, even though it came to the same conclusion at the end. However, this is the correct and the staright setting of this interesting and short traditional story of the pacific.
My mother was a nice looking lady from the capital city of Samoa, Apia. I haven't seen my fathersince I was born as he was believed to be a demon. I had no idea why I lived in a small pool of water in my village not as a human being but as a very tiny eel, until later, I heard people talking about me and the reason why I lived there.
One day, Sina, a very charming lady, came with a bowl to get some water from the pool where I lived. As she drew some water, I clinged to the side of the bowl and jumped into it. I could easily tell that the girl was not scared of me by the way she talked to me, even though she didn’t recognise that I could hear every single word she uttered when returned home.
On her way home, I just swam around, danced, laughed and gazed at her, without her knowing that I was madly in love with her. As a matter of fact, I had feelings of a human being, as my mother was a real person like all human beings, even though my father was not. That might be the reason why I could easily recognised Sina’s feelings, when she found me in her bowl of water. One thing that the beauty of Apia didn’t discover about me was my consideration of every human’s feelings and thoughts. That was why I could easily read her mind before she started communicating to me.
“Hello my little friend, I love you so much” said Sina.
“I love you so much as well, the beauty of Apia.” I murmured from inside the bowl.
“ Don’t worry about anything my dear, I will take care of you at home and treat you as my lovely pet.” uttered Sina.
"Oh Sina! You are so wonderful. What a beautiful lady you are. Don’t you know that I am so crazy about you? Please treat me as your future hubby, but not as a pet. " I whispered silently from inside the bowl of water.
I started to grow bigger and bigger and I could not be fitted inside that bowl of water anymore. I could remember when I was a year and a half old, Sina and her parents decided to put me back into same pool where I was found. Instead, Sina would visit me three times daily; morning, afternoon and evening. The plan sounded great for me as I would see my darling twenty one times a week.
Three years later, things were not impeccable. I grew more faster and by the time I was fully grown, the village discovered about me. They were so scared of me and my big body. Because they believed that I was half a human being and half a demon, I had an extra power to destroy the whole village and to kill them if I kept growing and growing faster. Therefore, they had a meeting to decide my future, and came to a conclusion of killing me the next day. I laid sadly at the bottom of the pool, listen hopelessly to the plan and arrangements of how to kill me, as they were all frightened and scared of my huge body.
When I saw Sina came to visit me that evening and for the last time, I felt pain in my heart, tears in my eyes, exhausted and weary because this would be the last time we met each other before I die. I knew how depressed she was when I called out my parting words.
"Sina, you are as beautiful as a flower in the morning. I believe you disagree with your village decision, but you can't do anything about it. I can see you weeping because I know you love me. I can also see your smooth body, as you are now standing at the top of the pool while I'm staring at you from the bottom. With this broken heart of mine, how am I going to forget you my one and only? Sina, if you love me, ask your village for my head only. Plant it near a stone wall. A tree will grow and thrive and bear fruits. Single fruits and fruit clusters. Husk the fruit and you will see my face; my two little eyes and my beautiful mouth. Pierce my mouth to drink the water inside the fruit. Once you drink and sip it, I promise I am giving you a real kiss of love.”
Sina did everything as she was told by her wonderful pet. Not long after. A tree began to grow, in fulfilment of the eel’s prophecy. The tree became known as a coconut tree and the coconut itself bears the image of the eel’s face.
Once again, Thank you very much for the comments.
MAY GOD BLESS YOU ALL!!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Tin Tin in New Zealand
After the defeating the evil Kangaroo in the land of Aussie, Tintin and his crew set out for another adventure. With the warm and humid westerly wind in the air Captain decided this is the best time to set sail for Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud. Everyone is excited about the decision, Tintin wants to meet the Maori, Calculus wants to capture the legendary moose that said to be sometime hopping around in the deep fiordland’s bush and for Captain he hopes to catch the American cups in action which is going to take place in the Auckland harbour soon. And of course everyone can’t wait to taste the fish n chip of New Zealand. It doesn’t take long before the Sydney harbour disappears from everyone eye sight.
“How are you going to capture this moose?” Captain asks.
“Yeah, a hunter in New Zealand has spent 30 years searching for it but found noting yet.” Tintin add. From his bag, Calculus take out his hearing aid device and said: “ with this I will capture the moose, my friend from Canada had help me to fine tune it in order to pick up the ultrasonic voice of moose that is not noticeable for human ear.”
“Well good luck professor.” Captain joked.
“Wow wow!” Snowy suddenly barks
“What the matter snowy?” Tintin
“Wow wow!” Snowy bark more intensively
“Look! Is a giant wave coming toward us?” Tintin yells
“Oh no,why this time!! Everyone into the cabin immediately” Captain commands
“Shut all the window and door and stay clam!” Captain
“Where is professor?” Tintin asks
Calculus had left his bag on the deck and gone back for it.
“Come back in you fool!” Captain yells and gone right out to grab professor, and as soon as Captain reached professor a huge shadow of the wave cast over the ship.
Whoomfaaaa!!!
It was a mess. The force of the wave was so powerful that it put a big hole on the ship, windows were smashed, water was everywhere and worst of all captain and professor were both missing.
“Snowy”, hang on to me. I am trying to manoeuvre the ship with its last bit of power before it sinks completely.” Tintin says.
With the force of the wave Tintin managed to land the ship on the shore but the ship is totally wrecked and refuse to start again.
“At least we landed; I am worry about professor and captain.” Tintin says.
“Is pretty late now, we will camp out for the night and go search for them as soon as the sun rise”. It was the most uncomfortable night Tintin ever had. Constantly he woke up in the night worrying the sake of his two mates.
The next morning Tintin opened his eye to see that they have landed on a golden sandy beach that starched as far as he can see with thick forest at the background. The weather is so clam and the wave gently beating against the beach. They just couldn’t believe what had happened to them yesterday. After trying to communicate with anyone without success, Tintin packed up and left the ship. It is now 3pm and there is still no sign of professor and captain.
“Come on snowy, let’s climb up to the mountain so we can see further.”
Walking up the hill Tintin notice there is a well under a giant tree. “I wonder what’s in there” says Tintin. The well looked like as old as the tree stood next to it and is dark and deep. “Probably just an ancient well, never mind, let’s carry on to the hill”. As he turn around, he accidentally trips on the root of the tree and the next thing he knows is he is falling straight to the bottom of the well into the darkness. Snowy didn’t want to be parted from Tintin so he too jumps straight into the well.
“Am I alive or dead? Where am I? “Tintin asks. Through his blurry vision, he can see figure with full tattoo on his face. “It must be the judgment day, I must be dead”. “Are you ok, my friend?” tattooed face man asks. Slowly Tintin recovered
“Wow! Who are you?”
“Don’t be afraid my friend, my name is Tane, I am the chief of this tribe.” The tattooed face man says.
“Oh, I am Tintin, sorry I was freak out by your tattoo and thought I am in the hell or something!”
Tane laughs and continue:” this is called Ta moko, it is the custom of Maori culture.” “Maori? So I am now in New Zealand?” Tintin says with delight.
“Yes my friend, you are indeed in New Zealand. My son Maaka found you while out hunting.” Says Tane.
“Hi Tintin, I am Maaka” says Maaka with snowy in his arm.
“Thanks for saving us Maaka” says Tintin.
“Sweet as bro, no worries!” Maaka says.
Tintin couldn’t believe what he see when he steps out from the Marae. “Oh God!!” says Tintin rubbing his eye in disbelief. “Is this for real?” he yells. In front of him he sees flock of giant Moas, some are 12 foots tall, feeding at the edge of the settlement. Piopio with its beautiful voice singing in the air, takahe running wildly and so many more unknown birds in the forest.
“Welcome to the real Aotearoa.” Tane said.
Meanwhile, not far from Tane’s village. “Where the hell is this place?” asks Captain. “You aren’t going to find moose down here at the bottom of the well!! We suppose to look for Tintin and snowy!!” says captain frustratingly.
“Shhhhhh, listen, isn’t that the sound of moose?” says Calculus
“don’t you shhhh me’! Beside I can’t hear anything!” Captain mumbles.
“Let’s get closer and have a look” with his special device Calculus move forward followed by Captain. Suddenly an arrow landed right in front of them. They turn around trying to run away but more arrows follow.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” a tattooed face warrior who wears a feather coat sitting on a moose back asks. As Calculus and Captain look up, they realised they are surrounded by 10 or so warriors all riding on moose.
“Moose, is really moose, I told you we will find them!!” says Calculus in delight.
“I am Captain Haddock and this is professor Calculus.” Captain told the warriors how they end up here.
“Tie them up and bring them back to the Marae.”
“Wait! we come with no harm.” Captain objects but is too late; two big men come and tie both of them up with flax rope.
Back at the Marae Tane is showing his guess around his village then a big man come in. “hey chief, the hunting went really well and we got something extra for the Hangi tonight.” Says, the big man.
“Oh yeah?” says Tane and turn to Tintin and says “you are in luck my friend.”
As the warrior march into the village only then Tintin recognize the extra for the Hangi means his lost friends.
“Help Tintin” yell Captain.
“Hey chief Tane, there must be some misunderstand here, they are my lost friends that I told you.” Says Tintin
Captain and professor greet Tane after they were released then they sit around to watch a welcome dance perform by the villager.
At dinner, Tane speaks of how his ancestor foreseen the impact of human settlement on Aotearoa and decided to create this hidden world to preserve the originality of New Zealand and prevent the extinction of so many animals that are now extinct.
“What about the moose?” ask Calculus curiously.
“haha, my father bought them from a Canadian captain on a trip over there, they prove to be better riding then horse.” Says Tane
“We want to keep the moose business totally secret but one moose escape from our farm last time and I heard it cost a lot of attention else where in New Zealand” he continue. Everyone laugh. As the night go on and the sound of laughing owl taking over the conversation, everyone wonder back to their bed.
Next morning Tintin’s crew and Tane go on to a hunting trip. All of them riding on the back of moose and each of them were given some bows and arrows. Tane was right, moose indeed provide a better ride. Wonder through the thick forest and pick up animal’s sign on the way they reach a huge grassland with a few deer grazing on the grass. Just as everyone has their arrow on the string, the deer started to run like crazy. “What happened? Do they spot us?” Tintin asks. All the sudden a black shadow cast over everyone and Tane yell:” watch out is Pouakai, the giant eagle! Hide into the bush!!”
The giant eagle or Hasst’s eagle with its wind span up to three meters propel itself like a missile from the sky charging straight toward snowy with its steel liked craw. “Run Snowy run!!” Tintin yell and trying to reach out to Snowy but the wind that the eagle generate was so powerful that everyone is knock back. With the speed of lighting, the eagle picks up snowy and disappears in the sky.
“That eagle has also stolen some of my livestock, today I will take my revenge.” Says Tane and continue
“Don’t worry Tintin, I know where the nest of the eagle is, let’s go rescue your friend”. After summon some of his best warrior, they start climbing the towering mountain at the end of the valley.
It is a difficult journey; the path to the peak of the mountain where the eagle nest was is steep and rocky. However everyone is determined. With high spirit they finally reach the nest. The eagle happened to be asleep when they arrive but there was no sign of Snowy.
“Oh, no, Snowy might been eaten…” Tintin cries.
“Look, there snowy is waged between the eagle’s egges!” say Tane
The joy of knowing Snowy still alive is so overwhelming, Tintin totally forgets about the danger of the eagle and yells: “Snowy!” Disrupted and awaken, the eagle is angry. It beat its wing furiously firing a wave of stone toward everyone. Some of the brave warriors trying to take on the eagle but the mighty eagle is too powerful to be confronted. Arrows are fired by none of them seems to stop the fuming eagle. In a desperate attempt Tintin leap on to the claw of the eagle and bite the claw as hard as he can. The bite must send a lot of pain to the eagle; not only it dropped snowy but also fly away in a panic.
“Snowy, are you ok?” Tintin
“ wow, wow” Snowy
With snowy in his arm Tintin says :”I will never let go of you again my dear friend.”
Back at the village Tintin is welcomed by the villager like a hero. That night Tane organise a big dinner party to honour and celebrate Tintin’s victory. Everyone is having a really good time. Food and drink are plentiful, people dance with the music. It is a night not to be forgotten.
When Tintin and other wake up in the morning, they are surprise to find no trace of the village let alone Tane and his villager. They are back at the beach where they first landed. Next to the wreck of their ship lay a beautiful carved Waka. A figure on the front of the Waka resembles that of Tane the chief.
“Look, there is a message here!” yell Calculus
Dear friend
It was a pleasure to have you with us for the last few days, your story of bravery and love for friendship has touched us deeply. Unfortunately our ancestor had once stated outsider is not allowed to stay for more than certain day hence here you are at where you came from. Please have my Waka to finish your journey and may Tangarao, the god of sea and fish be with you.
Tane
Tintin and friends wanted to go back and thanks Tane for his hospitality and most importantly saving all of their life but the ancient well is never to be found again. Leave with disappointment Tintin left his favourite scarf on the big tree that stand next to the site of the well as a message to Tane’s people.
“Farewell my friend, hope to see you again” Tintin says.
“oh right, let’s go, we might be in time for the American club in Auckland” Captain says.
Off they go, Tintin and friends embark for another journey.
After the defeating the evil Kangaroo in the land of Aussie, Tintin and his crew set out for another adventure. With the warm and humid westerly wind in the air Captain decided this is the best time to set sail for Aotearoa, the land of the long white cloud. Everyone is excited about the decision, Tintin wants to meet the Maori, Calculus wants to capture the legendary moose that said to be sometime hopping around in the deep fiordland’s bush and for Captain he hopes to catch the American cups in action which is going to take place in the Auckland harbour soon. And of course everyone can’t wait to taste the fish n chip of New Zealand. It doesn’t take long before the Sydney harbour disappears from everyone eye sight.
“How are you going to capture this moose?” Captain asks.
“Yeah, a hunter in New Zealand has spent 30 years searching for it but found noting yet.” Tintin add. From his bag, Calculus take out his hearing aid device and said: “ with this I will capture the moose, my friend from Canada had help me to fine tune it in order to pick up the ultrasonic voice of moose that is not noticeable for human ear.”
“Well good luck professor.” Captain joked.
“Wow wow!” Snowy suddenly barks
“What the matter snowy?” Tintin
“Wow wow!” Snowy bark more intensively
“Look! Is a giant wave coming toward us?” Tintin yells
“Oh no,why this time!! Everyone into the cabin immediately” Captain commands
“Shut all the window and door and stay clam!” Captain
“Where is professor?” Tintin asks
Calculus had left his bag on the deck and gone back for it.
“Come back in you fool!” Captain yells and gone right out to grab professor, and as soon as Captain reached professor a huge shadow of the wave cast over the ship.
Whoomfaaaa!!!
It was a mess. The force of the wave was so powerful that it put a big hole on the ship, windows were smashed, water was everywhere and worst of all captain and professor were both missing.
“Snowy”, hang on to me. I am trying to manoeuvre the ship with its last bit of power before it sinks completely.” Tintin says.
With the force of the wave Tintin managed to land the ship on the shore but the ship is totally wrecked and refuse to start again.
“At least we landed; I am worry about professor and captain.” Tintin says.
“Is pretty late now, we will camp out for the night and go search for them as soon as the sun rise”. It was the most uncomfortable night Tintin ever had. Constantly he woke up in the night worrying the sake of his two mates.
The next morning Tintin opened his eye to see that they have landed on a golden sandy beach that starched as far as he can see with thick forest at the background. The weather is so clam and the wave gently beating against the beach. They just couldn’t believe what had happened to them yesterday. After trying to communicate with anyone without success, Tintin packed up and left the ship. It is now 3pm and there is still no sign of professor and captain.
“Come on snowy, let’s climb up to the mountain so we can see further.”
Walking up the hill Tintin notice there is a well under a giant tree. “I wonder what’s in there” says Tintin. The well looked like as old as the tree stood next to it and is dark and deep. “Probably just an ancient well, never mind, let’s carry on to the hill”. As he turn around, he accidentally trips on the root of the tree and the next thing he knows is he is falling straight to the bottom of the well into the darkness. Snowy didn’t want to be parted from Tintin so he too jumps straight into the well.
“Am I alive or dead? Where am I? “Tintin asks. Through his blurry vision, he can see figure with full tattoo on his face. “It must be the judgment day, I must be dead”. “Are you ok, my friend?” tattooed face man asks. Slowly Tintin recovered
“Wow! Who are you?”
“Don’t be afraid my friend, my name is Tane, I am the chief of this tribe.” The tattooed face man says.
“Oh, I am Tintin, sorry I was freak out by your tattoo and thought I am in the hell or something!”
Tane laughs and continue:” this is called Ta moko, it is the custom of Maori culture.” “Maori? So I am now in New Zealand?” Tintin says with delight.
“Yes my friend, you are indeed in New Zealand. My son Maaka found you while out hunting.” Says Tane.
“Hi Tintin, I am Maaka” says Maaka with snowy in his arm.
“Thanks for saving us Maaka” says Tintin.
“Sweet as bro, no worries!” Maaka says.
Tintin couldn’t believe what he see when he steps out from the Marae. “Oh God!!” says Tintin rubbing his eye in disbelief. “Is this for real?” he yells. In front of him he sees flock of giant Moas, some are 12 foots tall, feeding at the edge of the settlement. Piopio with its beautiful voice singing in the air, takahe running wildly and so many more unknown birds in the forest.
“Welcome to the real Aotearoa.” Tane said.
Meanwhile, not far from Tane’s village. “Where the hell is this place?” asks Captain. “You aren’t going to find moose down here at the bottom of the well!! We suppose to look for Tintin and snowy!!” says captain frustratingly.
“Shhhhhh, listen, isn’t that the sound of moose?” says Calculus
“don’t you shhhh me’! Beside I can’t hear anything!” Captain mumbles.
“Let’s get closer and have a look” with his special device Calculus move forward followed by Captain. Suddenly an arrow landed right in front of them. They turn around trying to run away but more arrows follow.
“Who are you? What are you doing here?” a tattooed face warrior who wears a feather coat sitting on a moose back asks. As Calculus and Captain look up, they realised they are surrounded by 10 or so warriors all riding on moose.
“Moose, is really moose, I told you we will find them!!” says Calculus in delight.
“I am Captain Haddock and this is professor Calculus.” Captain told the warriors how they end up here.
“Tie them up and bring them back to the Marae.”
“Wait! we come with no harm.” Captain objects but is too late; two big men come and tie both of them up with flax rope.
Back at the Marae Tane is showing his guess around his village then a big man come in. “hey chief, the hunting went really well and we got something extra for the Hangi tonight.” Says, the big man.
“Oh yeah?” says Tane and turn to Tintin and says “you are in luck my friend.”
As the warrior march into the village only then Tintin recognize the extra for the Hangi means his lost friends.
“Help Tintin” yell Captain.
“Hey chief Tane, there must be some misunderstand here, they are my lost friends that I told you.” Says Tintin
Captain and professor greet Tane after they were released then they sit around to watch a welcome dance perform by the villager.
At dinner, Tane speaks of how his ancestor foreseen the impact of human settlement on Aotearoa and decided to create this hidden world to preserve the originality of New Zealand and prevent the extinction of so many animals that are now extinct.
“What about the moose?” ask Calculus curiously.
“haha, my father bought them from a Canadian captain on a trip over there, they prove to be better riding then horse.” Says Tane
“We want to keep the moose business totally secret but one moose escape from our farm last time and I heard it cost a lot of attention else where in New Zealand” he continue. Everyone laugh. As the night go on and the sound of laughing owl taking over the conversation, everyone wonder back to their bed.
Next morning Tintin’s crew and Tane go on to a hunting trip. All of them riding on the back of moose and each of them were given some bows and arrows. Tane was right, moose indeed provide a better ride. Wonder through the thick forest and pick up animal’s sign on the way they reach a huge grassland with a few deer grazing on the grass. Just as everyone has their arrow on the string, the deer started to run like crazy. “What happened? Do they spot us?” Tintin asks. All the sudden a black shadow cast over everyone and Tane yell:” watch out is Pouakai, the giant eagle! Hide into the bush!!”
The giant eagle or Hasst’s eagle with its wind span up to three meters propel itself like a missile from the sky charging straight toward snowy with its steel liked craw. “Run Snowy run!!” Tintin yell and trying to reach out to Snowy but the wind that the eagle generate was so powerful that everyone is knock back. With the speed of lighting, the eagle picks up snowy and disappears in the sky.
“That eagle has also stolen some of my livestock, today I will take my revenge.” Says Tane and continue
“Don’t worry Tintin, I know where the nest of the eagle is, let’s go rescue your friend”. After summon some of his best warrior, they start climbing the towering mountain at the end of the valley.
It is a difficult journey; the path to the peak of the mountain where the eagle nest was is steep and rocky. However everyone is determined. With high spirit they finally reach the nest. The eagle happened to be asleep when they arrive but there was no sign of Snowy.
“Oh, no, Snowy might been eaten…” Tintin cries.
“Look, there snowy is waged between the eagle’s egges!” say Tane
The joy of knowing Snowy still alive is so overwhelming, Tintin totally forgets about the danger of the eagle and yells: “Snowy!” Disrupted and awaken, the eagle is angry. It beat its wing furiously firing a wave of stone toward everyone. Some of the brave warriors trying to take on the eagle but the mighty eagle is too powerful to be confronted. Arrows are fired by none of them seems to stop the fuming eagle. In a desperate attempt Tintin leap on to the claw of the eagle and bite the claw as hard as he can. The bite must send a lot of pain to the eagle; not only it dropped snowy but also fly away in a panic.
“Snowy, are you ok?” Tintin
“ wow, wow” Snowy
With snowy in his arm Tintin says :”I will never let go of you again my dear friend.”
Back at the village Tintin is welcomed by the villager like a hero. That night Tane organise a big dinner party to honour and celebrate Tintin’s victory. Everyone is having a really good time. Food and drink are plentiful, people dance with the music. It is a night not to be forgotten.
When Tintin and other wake up in the morning, they are surprise to find no trace of the village let alone Tane and his villager. They are back at the beach where they first landed. Next to the wreck of their ship lay a beautiful carved Waka. A figure on the front of the Waka resembles that of Tane the chief.
“Look, there is a message here!” yell Calculus
Dear friend
It was a pleasure to have you with us for the last few days, your story of bravery and love for friendship has touched us deeply. Unfortunately our ancestor had once stated outsider is not allowed to stay for more than certain day hence here you are at where you came from. Please have my Waka to finish your journey and may Tangarao, the god of sea and fish be with you.
Tane
Tintin and friends wanted to go back and thanks Tane for his hospitality and most importantly saving all of their life but the ancient well is never to be found again. Leave with disappointment Tintin left his favourite scarf on the big tree that stand next to the site of the well as a message to Tane’s people.
“Farewell my friend, hope to see you again” Tintin says.
“oh right, let’s go, we might be in time for the American club in Auckland” Captain says.
Off they go, Tintin and friends embark for another journey.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Hello everyone. I’d like to write in continue of my fanfiction“The great day “another fiction from Persian famous character Mullah Nasredin. He lived during the middle Ages (around 13th century. He was a populist philosopher and wise man. In China he is known as Afanti. One day, people saw Mullah out in the street searching frantically for something. The inquisitive nature of man was on work.” What are you searching for, Mullah”? They asked.
“I have lost my key”. replied Mullah.
The helping nature of mankind was at work. So everyone joined him, trying to help him. After some search someone had the argue to ask the place where exactly, the key was lost. So, that more condensed search could be made. So, the enquiry was made for the same to Mullah.
“I lost the key in the house”. Mullah replied
“What “Then why are you searching for it in the street?” was the obvious question asked to him.
Mullah tries to say that everyone is looking for the key. The key to happiness, the key to bliss, the key to freedom, the key to God, the key to peace or whatever one may like to term a phrase.
“I have lost my key”. replied Mullah.
The helping nature of mankind was at work. So everyone joined him, trying to help him. After some search someone had the argue to ask the place where exactly, the key was lost. So, that more condensed search could be made. So, the enquiry was made for the same to Mullah.
“I lost the key in the house”. Mullah replied
“What “Then why are you searching for it in the street?” was the obvious question asked to him.
Mullah tries to say that everyone is looking for the key. The key to happiness, the key to bliss, the key to freedom, the key to God, the key to peace or whatever one may like to term a phrase.
Tuesday, March 25, 2008
An undecided fate
(I apologize in advance for this being long and somewhat uneventful. I ended up writing more than I thought I would.)
The sound of a gunshot echoed in his head, prompting him to a sudden awakening. His eyes sprang wide open, but a fierce brightness forced them shut once more. As he felt the light subsiding and his eyes adjusted, his surrounding gradually came into view; the confusion instilled in him only growing. He found himself standing amidst an immensely empty space; where on either side of him the room seemed to stretch out endlessly. Beneath him the ground was inexplicably soft against the hard feel of his leather shoes, and the ease with which he shifted from one foot to the other made him feel almost weightless.
He looked around once more, perplexed, for he knew neither where he was nor how he had gotten to be here. In fact, as his thoughts trailed further in search of an answer, his mind cleared and with the abrupt realization that he had but a mere sense of who he was though no actual memories; an overwhelming sense of confusion and panic overcame him. Absent-mindedly he brought his hand to his heart, his fingers lingering on his chest, as though feeling for something that wasn’t there. Suddenly aware yet puzzled by the nature of his gesture, he stopped himself and glanced up; noticing for the first time the outline of two doorways as stark white as the walls they lined up against; camouflaged if not for the handle and hinges protruding.
Hesitant but led by curiosity he slowly walked forward, a shaking hand reaching for one of the handles. The door slid open, revealing behind it an array of images, playing back like a film reel against the backdrop of the room. He stood by the doorway, bewildered by the sight, but more so by the familiarity of the faces and the events screening before him. It wasn’t until he saw her that everything came rushing back. That sunshine hair and careless attitude, and that voice, full of money he once called it. Only her name escaped his lips. “Daisy…” Daisy Fay, or Buchanan as she later became known. The name which had reverberated in his mind every night and day; the one for whom he had accomplished everything in his life. He reveled in the memories of their love fuelled by youthful exuberance and ignorance; but unable to withstand the pressures of social dichotomy.
His gaze, now hollow, drifted back to his life so mysteriously and vastly projected on such a magnified scale. With every scene depicting the choices he made and the path they led to, his mind filled with the sudden clarity that his life had been lie; a decades long scheme to win the one prize he had always longed for but which even until the end he would never claim – Daisy’s unconditional love. And as the motion picture of his existence neared conclusion, the conviction that his life’s purpose had been pillared on a false idea, on a mere an illusion of a corrupted memory was finally affirmed.
Helplessly he watched the final act unfolding, the most heartbreaking and dramatic of them all, but more importantly the most defining moment, for it was then that he proved that his was an unrequited and undeserving love. He looked on without recognition at the discernible images playing above him; the fragments of events that he had not witnessed but which would nevertheless eventually affect his outcome. Though the figures onscreen were muted, he did not need to hear their voices for he already knew what words, accusations and false promises escaped their lips. This was after all a moment in his past.
Daisy appeared onscreen at the wheel of his car, he by her side, driving back to East Egg from a luncheon, he recalled, that had turned into a confrontation with her husband Tom and his mistress Myrtle. Promptly and cruelly, the scene delayed, the sequence of events melded together now playing in slow motion. His heart thumped louder, the sense of dread overwhelming. Paralyzed he witnessed once again with horror Daisy’s carelessness; Myrtle’s distorted, limp body sprawled across the sandy road. Like the unwilling spectator that he was in that moment, he watched George, Myrtle’s husband, overtaken by an uncontrollable grief and vengeful rage racing towards him, gun in hand. It was Tom’s unscrupulous and wrongful denunciation that had led George to the man he believed responsible for Myrtle’ death – to him.
But he had had enough. He stumbled backwards, no longer wanting to see and relive…. Relive his death, he realised. His mind blanked out, his thoughts came to a halt. Again his hand lifted to his chest; though this time he did it consciously, knowing that underneath the soft yellow fabric of his shirt, should be wounded flesh. He backed further away from the door, unable to comprehend what was happening to him; letting go of every notion he had of the world he lived in and the life he had. For hours, or so it seemed, he remained motionless; his eyes transfixed on emptiness for nothing around him seemed tangible. Finally he recomposed himself and his gaze darted back to the room, and then slowly drifted across to the closed door. Even more reluctantly and vigilantly than the first time, he approached the second door, and after of a minute of composure he turned the handle. Once more the room screened a compilation of seemingly real-life events, starring the same familiar faces but eventually new characters appeared onscreen. The longer he watched, the more he became aware that though it was him on display, this was not the life he had come to lead in the last few decades. Stranger still was that this version of himself aged on, his hair changing, from salt and pepper to entirely grey. And gradually, the veil of scepticism and utter bafflement lifted and a different reality set in.
Both doors now lay open as only entrances to two brightly illuminated rooms for both reels had reached their last acts. Gatsby stood there, reflecting on the last moments of this surreal experience. Eventually he had come to grasp the nature of his presence here. From whatever realms, he was being handed the opportunity of starting over, of taking a path different than the one that had led him to this very moment. Yet his predicament could not be so easily resolved. He was to face the consequences of the decisions he did make, the life he did live out; in pursuit of a quest that was never worthy of his commitment and one that would end in betrayal. Or he could start over, embark on a possibly better and longer life, but one without his only constant; it was a life in which he and Daisy parted ways and never reencountered.
But despite everything, he had loved her. Or at least he had spent so much time thinking of nothing but her, he could not imagine any other life. Yet he knew that their love was only as perpetual and epic as conceived in his delusions. “Two roads” he murmured to himself. But what do you do when neither of them lead you to your heart’s desire? And so he remained, unable to seal his fate.
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