Maybe something special this time just for himself. He wouldn’t overdo it. He’d think of something that would only just satisfy him with a smile and that would be enough. The thought struck him like lightning and he let out a gasp. Asher bit his lip, contemplating it over. Go to the castle...Be adventurous!
It wasn’t like he was going to go vandalize anything or break the law. It was just a visit. To a tourist site, after all.
He wondered why the castle was still open for visitors. The people of Europe knew how dangerous it was and yet no one was preventing anyone’s passage. This wasn’t the first time the situation had been questioned. There were articles on the newspaper and interviews on television about it and all the authorities ever did was avoid questions that led to anything deeper than that. A reporter even had the nerve to write about how their government was taking advantage of the captivating and curious story behind the castle only for more arrival of tourists. It was actually a great scheme if you wanted more people flooding the streets of England, but nothing could take away the fact that it was cruel and quite monstrous.
Maybe he’d just stand outside and enjoy the scenery from where he was. Asher sighed, finally making up his mind about it.
The cinnamon scent made his mouth water and quickly he walked out the house, taking only his coat with him.
“Good morning,” said the same girl from the last time he was at the café.
Asher nodded with a smile and greeted her back.
“Will you be having the usual?”
The usual being his same cup of coffee and a blueberry muffin, Asher decided to have something else that would make his day a little more special.
“Yes, but with whipped cream on top,” he said, cheerily, taking a seat at his usual spot at the corner with the dim lights. He crossed his legs, getting himself comfortable on the cushions of the sofa.
“Special day?” She went to work making a fresh pot of coffee just for Asher, since he was the very first customer of the day. A muffin was taken from under the glass and put on a plate.
“My birthday,” he mumbled out. His eyes scanned routinely for today’s issue of the paper from all the newspapers and magazines that were stacked in a mess on the coffee table in front of him.
The girl looked up at him, hearing the words, clear and audible. This caught more of her interest and she couldn’t help but ask more questions. “Wow. Happy birthday. How old will you be...if you don’t mind my asking?”
The coffee dripped its last drop and the pot was full to the rim. The aroma filled the room of freshly, brewed coffee and she poured a white mug full, topping it off with plenty of whipped cream.
“Eighteen.” His answers were short and vague. It only bothered the server a little, but she thought of it as a challenge as well. She just hoped he wouldn’t find her too annoying.
“Did you want whipped cream on your muffin as well?”
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Saturday, May 16, 2009
2 - Into The Castle
“More coffee, sir?” asked the server, with a shy smile, holding a fresh pot in hand.
Asher looked in his white mug, discovering with his brown, chocolate eyes that it was empty and then turned to the girl. “No, I should probably get going. Just the bill, please.”
She nodded, a little disappointment showing on her face. The bill was brought to him quickly along with the server’s phone number. Asher took no notice of the number and just laid out the money on the table, getting up to leave.
Outside, the fresh, autumn wind blew through his dark, shoulder-length hair. Uneven strands covered his face as they flew with the whirling air. He could feel the cold, seeping into his thin coat as he walked the pavement sidewalk. The weather wasn’t bad, just that it was a little bit windy. The sun was still out and trees were dancing around the colorful leaves that surrounded them. Asher could hear voices nearby, thrill and intensity in the tone of the words spoken as he came around the bend.
“The castle!”
“We must go and see!”
“We could solve the mystery and be heroes!”
“The Europeans have gotten lazy with their forces!”
“We’re not afraid!”
Dumb. Stupid. Careless. Those were Asher’s thoughts responding to the strangers’ words. And especially, ignorant. Asher new immediately what would happen if they went to their planned destination; More missing people; More news articles; And more frightened citizens of England.
The thought of warning them came and passed. He realized the enthusiasm and determination in the expressions of their faces and just walked away. Nothing he could do or say would change their mind.
Asher ignored most of his impulses. He never liked the idea of jumping to his emotions’ needs and feeding on it as if it were his only choice in life. He’d give in to small desires but that was it. Staying up late for another few hours to finish a good book, indulging in a second cup of coffee from the café, things that did no harm. Although the obsession that was starting to form and even steadily growing, was not such a healthy thing to acquire or develop.
The walk back to his house was short and uneventful. But then again, he never took much notice of anything when he didn’t want to, and at the moment, nothing could take his interest more than the mystery that haunted his thoughts.
The morning air filled his lungs as he opened the windowsill from his bedroom. White curtains were pulled back and sunlight shone through, illuminating the dim room.
Asher poked his head out, taking in another deep breath of fresh air. It smelled sweet and of cinnamon. The neighbors were probably baking again. Cinnamon buns? Apple pie? Maybe gingerbread? He tried to guess what it was, just for the fun of it. He smiled, running his tongue over his lips. “Happy birthday Asher,” he said to himself.
He was eighteen now and could feel the potential of this age. “What should I do today?”
Asher looked in his white mug, discovering with his brown, chocolate eyes that it was empty and then turned to the girl. “No, I should probably get going. Just the bill, please.”
She nodded, a little disappointment showing on her face. The bill was brought to him quickly along with the server’s phone number. Asher took no notice of the number and just laid out the money on the table, getting up to leave.
Outside, the fresh, autumn wind blew through his dark, shoulder-length hair. Uneven strands covered his face as they flew with the whirling air. He could feel the cold, seeping into his thin coat as he walked the pavement sidewalk. The weather wasn’t bad, just that it was a little bit windy. The sun was still out and trees were dancing around the colorful leaves that surrounded them. Asher could hear voices nearby, thrill and intensity in the tone of the words spoken as he came around the bend.
“The castle!”
“We must go and see!”
“We could solve the mystery and be heroes!”
“The Europeans have gotten lazy with their forces!”
“We’re not afraid!”
Dumb. Stupid. Careless. Those were Asher’s thoughts responding to the strangers’ words. And especially, ignorant. Asher new immediately what would happen if they went to their planned destination; More missing people; More news articles; And more frightened citizens of England.
The thought of warning them came and passed. He realized the enthusiasm and determination in the expressions of their faces and just walked away. Nothing he could do or say would change their mind.
Asher ignored most of his impulses. He never liked the idea of jumping to his emotions’ needs and feeding on it as if it were his only choice in life. He’d give in to small desires but that was it. Staying up late for another few hours to finish a good book, indulging in a second cup of coffee from the café, things that did no harm. Although the obsession that was starting to form and even steadily growing, was not such a healthy thing to acquire or develop.
The walk back to his house was short and uneventful. But then again, he never took much notice of anything when he didn’t want to, and at the moment, nothing could take his interest more than the mystery that haunted his thoughts.
The morning air filled his lungs as he opened the windowsill from his bedroom. White curtains were pulled back and sunlight shone through, illuminating the dim room.
Asher poked his head out, taking in another deep breath of fresh air. It smelled sweet and of cinnamon. The neighbors were probably baking again. Cinnamon buns? Apple pie? Maybe gingerbread? He tried to guess what it was, just for the fun of it. He smiled, running his tongue over his lips. “Happy birthday Asher,” he said to himself.
He was eighteen now and could feel the potential of this age. “What should I do today?”
Friday, May 15, 2009
Tell Me The Truth
I shouldn’t have said the things that I say
Wouldn’t have made a difference anyway
Couldn’t you hear the desperate fear?
I was choked up inside and I needed you here
But you had something more important to do
Tell me something, babe, what else is new?
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
You can’t be serious
You can’t believe
That I don’t know what I see
Come on love, you’re a liar
Don’t you know what happens now?
The flames are dying, now where’s the fire?
Angels singing? Ha! There’s no choir!
Making me a fool for believing you
Don’t you know that I needed you?
I shouldn’t have said the things I always say
Doesn’t make a difference anyway
Don’t you ever feel like this isn’t real?
This isn’t what I thought was the deal
You’re always complaining and never here
Disappear to drink some beer
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
You can’t be serious
You can’t believe
That I don’t know what I see
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
Come on and tell me the truth
Tell me what I already knew
***'Nother song. It just seemed to write itself...Kinda weird, 'specially at the end. Inspired by 'Hey Monday' and 'Cloud Cult'~
Wouldn’t have made a difference anyway
Couldn’t you hear the desperate fear?
I was choked up inside and I needed you here
But you had something more important to do
Tell me something, babe, what else is new?
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
You can’t be serious
You can’t believe
That I don’t know what I see
Come on love, you’re a liar
Don’t you know what happens now?
The flames are dying, now where’s the fire?
Angels singing? Ha! There’s no choir!
Making me a fool for believing you
Don’t you know that I needed you?
I shouldn’t have said the things I always say
Doesn’t make a difference anyway
Don’t you ever feel like this isn’t real?
This isn’t what I thought was the deal
You’re always complaining and never here
Disappear to drink some beer
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
You can’t be serious
You can’t believe
That I don’t know what I see
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
Come on and tell me the truth
It’s not like I don’t have a clue
Come on and tell me the truth
Tell me what I already knew
***'Nother song. It just seemed to write itself...Kinda weird, 'specially at the end. Inspired by 'Hey Monday' and 'Cloud Cult'~
1 - Into The Castle
A low, but heavy breathing noise could be heard under the blanket of darkness that covered the inside grounds deep within the castle. Not even a small ray of light could be seen, almost as if it was forbidden.
A head turned, reacting to the sudden sound of water splashing. Veins popped out as blood rushed and the beating of a heart became more rapid. The creature opened its mouth, letting its tongue slide over its lips, leaving drool and saliva dripping from its chin as it bared its teeth to the uninvited visitors.
More sounds of water splashing came as different kinds of footwear stepped on puddles. There were about three or four, the creature could tell, as it counted the number of steps taken at a time. It exhaled the same heavy breath as before, but a little louder now, excitement getting the better of it. It hadn’t eaten in almost four days and hunger was all that it could decipher from the world.
Asher took a deep breath in, then let it all out. He repeated this exercise until he was sure he was calm. His nerves never usually got the better of him, but as he read the newspaper, his eyes wandering left to right, following the words, Asher felt a little part inside of him jumping and screaming with excitement. It was rare that he ever lost his composure, so he didn’t know what to do at first. But the classic breathing exercise surely worked.
He laid the newspaper down gently after reading and rereading it twice. The headlines were written in big bold letters, the article that made Asher jump being on the front page. The story that everyone read and possessed almost everyone; the mystery of the disappearances in the castle.
It had been going on for a while now. Especially people from different countries; tourists and visitors. They all came to England from all over the world, curious and intrigued by the mystery of the castle. Some thought arrogantly how they were intelligent enough to solve it or had enough endurance and strength to check it out without disappearing themselves. Of course these were only their own thoughts. Anyone who’d dared to go in the castle had all went missing. It was said, after all, that no one could come back.
Asher glanced at the article once more then looked away. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He knew that it would be a stupid idea to go in and explore the hollow abandoned structures of one of the biggest architectures in Europe, but he felt so drawn to building.
Just forget about it, he kept thinking, Forget it all. But the problem was that he couldn’t. He didn’t know why or what it was, but it was as if the castle had possessed him as well.
Maybe tomorrow, he thought. He’d take a closer look, but he wouldn’t go in. Just a look and maybe it would be enough to make him get over it. He wanted to believe that idea, but doubt filled his head.
Tomorrow would be his eighteenth birthday. Not usually would he willingly celebrate his birthdays unless his foster parents would insist on it, but luckily for him, a phone call had been made requesting their presence at a different city.
It wasn’t that Asher hated his foster parents or even disliked them. The boy was just never accustomed to too much attention and whenever times like birthdays came, it seemed as if he was bothering them to do so many unnecessary things that he’d preferred not to have done.
A head turned, reacting to the sudden sound of water splashing. Veins popped out as blood rushed and the beating of a heart became more rapid. The creature opened its mouth, letting its tongue slide over its lips, leaving drool and saliva dripping from its chin as it bared its teeth to the uninvited visitors.
More sounds of water splashing came as different kinds of footwear stepped on puddles. There were about three or four, the creature could tell, as it counted the number of steps taken at a time. It exhaled the same heavy breath as before, but a little louder now, excitement getting the better of it. It hadn’t eaten in almost four days and hunger was all that it could decipher from the world.
Asher took a deep breath in, then let it all out. He repeated this exercise until he was sure he was calm. His nerves never usually got the better of him, but as he read the newspaper, his eyes wandering left to right, following the words, Asher felt a little part inside of him jumping and screaming with excitement. It was rare that he ever lost his composure, so he didn’t know what to do at first. But the classic breathing exercise surely worked.
He laid the newspaper down gently after reading and rereading it twice. The headlines were written in big bold letters, the article that made Asher jump being on the front page. The story that everyone read and possessed almost everyone; the mystery of the disappearances in the castle.
It had been going on for a while now. Especially people from different countries; tourists and visitors. They all came to England from all over the world, curious and intrigued by the mystery of the castle. Some thought arrogantly how they were intelligent enough to solve it or had enough endurance and strength to check it out without disappearing themselves. Of course these were only their own thoughts. Anyone who’d dared to go in the castle had all went missing. It was said, after all, that no one could come back.
Asher glanced at the article once more then looked away. He didn’t know what he was thinking. He knew that it would be a stupid idea to go in and explore the hollow abandoned structures of one of the biggest architectures in Europe, but he felt so drawn to building.
Just forget about it, he kept thinking, Forget it all. But the problem was that he couldn’t. He didn’t know why or what it was, but it was as if the castle had possessed him as well.
Maybe tomorrow, he thought. He’d take a closer look, but he wouldn’t go in. Just a look and maybe it would be enough to make him get over it. He wanted to believe that idea, but doubt filled his head.
Tomorrow would be his eighteenth birthday. Not usually would he willingly celebrate his birthdays unless his foster parents would insist on it, but luckily for him, a phone call had been made requesting their presence at a different city.
It wasn’t that Asher hated his foster parents or even disliked them. The boy was just never accustomed to too much attention and whenever times like birthdays came, it seemed as if he was bothering them to do so many unnecessary things that he’d preferred not to have done.
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Sounds like a song
Your eyes
Your face
Why did you waste
Your time
Your life
You don't know what's right
Good deeds
And bad
Don't you look sad
To catch
The wrong fate
And now it's too late
***Sort of trying to write for my other 'You should've...' poem, and this one turned out, so it pretty much has the same idea. It sounds like a song~
Your face
Why did you waste
Your time
Your life
You don't know what's right
Good deeds
And bad
Don't you look sad
To catch
The wrong fate
And now it's too late
***Sort of trying to write for my other 'You should've...' poem, and this one turned out, so it pretty much has the same idea. It sounds like a song~
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