A World Torn Apart...
It was his birthday tomorrow, he loved birthdays, mummy's little boy, is growing up, tomorrow he's going to turn six.
Mummy always baked the most beautiful cakes for his birthday, last year it looked like a soccer ground, with little plastic players and his name right in the middle. He lay awake in bed wondering what mummy's gonna do this time, and daddy always gave him the best presents. He just loved birthdays...
He got up early that morning, waiting to see what was in store for him, but he heard sounds of crying, it was granny, she was ill in hospital and was going to leave us soon, thats what they all said. He ran into the room and into mummy's arms, he saw the tears swelling in her eyes, she hugged him tight, kissed him on his forehead and said mummy's got to go to the hospital with daddy and you gotta stay at home because they don't allow children. You're a big boy now, mummy's gonna make your birthday cake tomorrow. "No, No!" he yelled, I want it NOW!! I promise I will make the most beautiful cake for you tomorrow she said, but you have to behave now, you are turning six.
Sad and disheartened he watched them drive away, it was late at night but he waited for mummy to arrive, he fell asleep on the couch. Suddenly he heard voices it was uncle and aunty, she picked him from the couch, hugged him tight and began to cry, she looked him in the eye and said, "I have to tell you something but you promise not to cry, ok, mummy and daddy were in an accident and god has called them to his house". You have to come home with us.
Then a while later lots of people began to come, some hugged him, some just cried, and then a big car drove up in front of the house, they took out two big boxes and brought it into the living room, there were two people in it, it was mummy and daddy. They just lay still, she did'nt call him by his name, she did'nt hug or kiss him, she just lay there. He touched here hand it was cold, he looked at her but for the first time she did'nt look at him. Then they picked them up and started to take them away, he cried and yelled, leave them alone, don't take them away, mummy, mummy he yelled I won't ask you for a birthday cake, please talk to me, but they took them away.
He does'nt like cakes anymore, and he hates birthdays...
Guardian Angel- Chapter 5: Sanctuary
One of the greatest feelings on earth is the realisation that we are not alone. That there is someone equally as weird as you out there... and then you meet them, again and again and again. What are the chances of that?
I could tell by the way she lay across the pillow that she hadn’t slept in quite sometime. It bothered me more than it should. The way her mouth fell slightly open made me laugh; it was hard to believe that she had almost been killed. I could hear her breathing slowly. I didn’t know if I should consider this a blessing or a test; to be able to see her again. Of course I knew how this would end so why should it be anything less than the latter.
Guardian Angel - Chapter 4: Noor
So the hordes of hell broke through into Earth for a moment and took over all levels of government. In one day everything went to hell. And now they're after a girl? And not just any girl. The girl. Jabber had always said there was no such thing as coincidences or luck. I guess this is what he meant.
I leapt from rooftop to rooftop, carrying the unconscious Noor wrapped in my long coat. Of course as soon as I’d seen her it had started to rain. Some things never change. It had been almost 3 years since I’d last seen her. I guess I should be thankful to the mask I’m wearing. It would be better for all if she didn’t know who I was… not after our last conversation.
“If that’s what you want†she had said. I remember the look on her face. The pain in her eyes.
Guardian Angel - Chapter 3: Light and Shadows
Fifteen years ago a gateway to hell was opened and a plague of evil spread across the land. London was in complete darkness for days and in that time the hordes of hell infiltrated every level of government. Afterwards there was chaos. Against such opposition the Prime Minister became over-whelmed; people were being slaughtered, cities were in flames and in his panic he resigned. A new Prime Minister was elected: Prime Minister Ruban Gadriel and then the world changed forever.
Story Time- The Winter of 1994
And the not-so-anticipated sequel of 'Summer of 1994', the story continues from where we left off last time. Enjoy
"The Summer Of 1994" was mostly about my night life and nightmares. This story gives a little background on me and things that happened to me during the "waking" hours. If you have read "Summer of '94" you know a little about what I dreamed about and things of that nature.
I grew up in a very, very, very religious home. I grew up with an understanding of God and the teachings of the prophets.
I also realized and knew that there was a dark side to life as well.
One Good Judge
Salaam
I'm in uni today deleting old files and backing up what's important and I've come across something I wrote a couple of months back.
Remember that story about a rich sheikh torturing some dude who crossed him in business? When I read about it I felt sick and so that day I started to write a story...it was an interesting story and one that didn't get finished. But the prose was smooth and for that reason I didn't want to delete it. So here it is, me getting annoyed with injustice and subsequently getting creative:
Shadow Company - Introspection
Something that is up on my other blog and was written a good couple of years ago, inspired by another Firefly based fic called cradle.
If you have not seen Firefly AND read some other fan fic out there, this will most likely mean absolutely nothing. Even if you have, some of the subtleties may not be easy to spot.
Read review and rate please.
Shadow Company - Introspection
The long walk home
It was a cold daark winters night. The streets were empty and uninviting and I had to get home. The bus was late so I thought I would walk it home through the GRAVEYARD.
The graveyard was big and dark, but it was the fastest way home and I wanted a cup of hot chocolate. nice and warm.
There is no one around so this walk will be short and uneventful. Its not like there are ZOMBIES are there? the graveyard is empty. There will be nothing there that can hurt me.
Hey what's that? an open grave? so weird. why would it be open? I thought they only buried people during the day... so where the coffin? is that a ladder I can see in there? why?
Guardian Angel - Chapter 2: The Greater Good
By Adnan Adrees & Dawud Qadri
It was the night when hope was once again rekindled as the beast did stir; for all his villainies a masked avenger tore through him with bloody execution. The game had just begun and the pieces were moving into place.
The chamber was bathed in darkness as flames danced in the fireplace illuminating three figures sat at a table. No one spoke as Malchior walked in and took his place at the table. The ministerial boardroom was a windowless chamber which gave off an ageless aura. Malchior surveyed his fellow ministers before glancing to his left where an ornate mirror hung upon the wall but bore no reflection.
Such an ugly girl! [Story]
Such an ugly girl!
This is a story where the main character is unfortunately not aesthetically pleasing. She has no high cheekbones or thick, long lashes or even a fair face. It's rather dark and her lips are a little too wide, her nose a little too long and it's not the perfect oval-shape. To be honest, she's not pretty.
Her father thinks she is, but father's think their daughters are the most beautiful, because a daughter IS the most beautiful child where as a the son is their pride. It just works that way.
Even with a hijab, a face is the first thing a person sees, and first impressions of this girl are not too good.
Well, on with the story.