Sharm's story book~

My new story (: Enjoy :D

~AMAZING FRIENDS


I was an effervescent, bubbly girl. I never failed to make anyone smile despite the colour of the sky or someone's heart, be it a lively orange, a dull black, or an envious green. I smiled my radiant, dazzling smile twenty-four seven and never ever stopped no matter what. It was highly addictive and contagious – boys seemed to be constantly and strongly allured by my bedazzling optimism that they never stopped liking me. Friends at school pondered daily about how a person could smile so much… until it happened.

That Sunday was like any other typical Sunday. The morning air was pleasing and inviting where birds sang their lovely chorus up in the fresh smelling trees. The cold, chilly wind floated swiftly into the bedroom through the windows that gleamed slightly in the dancing sunlight. The wind rubbed against my stiff face gently like calming fingers and jolted me awake. I glanced around the messy and cluttered room, scratching my head wearily and letting out exhausted sighs. As I continued scratching my head, something felt strange. My head felt emptier than usual. I turned to look at my pillow. Massive heaps of my coal black hair sat on my white fluffy pillow, completely still and waiting to devour me. I eyed the hair that was supposed to be on my head and let out an ear-piercing scream.

I pranced out of my bed and ran down the stairs in small quick breaths in search of Mother. I was close to breathless. My heart catapulted wildly as air left my almost empty lungs, gripping my throat madly. I felt like I could choke any time.

As soon as Mother saw me, the plate that she was holding fell from her grip and onto the polished wooden floors, landing with a smash that echoed throughout the house. The hundreds of delicate pieces of china lay beneath my bare, shivering toes.

"You need to get a doctor, dear," Mother spoke. I believe her heart skipped beats ever since she saw my blank head. She grabbed the car keys and it was off to the hospital. As I sat in the car and watched the happy world go by, a thousand questions flooded my mind. Can I go to school tomorrow? What would everybody think? The more I thought about it, the more I frowned. I had no idea what was ready for me in the morning.

I picked up my phone that sat quietly on the car seat beside me and dialed for Rachel. My fingers shook weakly when I touched the buttons of my phone. My voice shook uncontrollably as I began to speak. I was quivering in ultimate fear.

"Rachel…I don't..think I can go to school tomorrow. I just can't gather the guts to."

Six A.M. the next morning. The doorbell rang its usual chirpy tone that was contradicting my mood completely. I could not sing like a bird, chirping happily on a green tree. Instead, this huge, heavy black cloud was constantly hovering above me, waiting to let down its poisonous and acidic showers.
I got the door. It was Rachel. I glanced at her and almost immediately, a tear rolled down my puffed up eyes and dry cheeks. The tear travelled down my neck slowly and never seemed to disappear. I found myself smiling again. Hope was restored in my heart like a relit candle that was once extinguished by disappointment. All my worries flew away into the sky at once and never returned. The effervescent girl I used to be was growing yet again, because the Rachel that I was looking at was bald.

Sharm's story book~

This is a new story I wrote for SHARM'S STORY BOOK! 

Enjoy (: (:

~THE LITTLE THINGS IN LIFE

I sat on my stiff seat and glanced around the blankly isolated classroom. Everyone emptied the classroom the moment the recess bell rang its usual ear-piercing ring. Only I was left there, alone in the dead quietness. The grubby fan blades slowed down as each second ticked by and the sound of anxiously charged footsteps gradually departed from my ears along with their shadows that hastily floated away into the caliginously dim staircase where every student shuffled down to fill their growling stomachs. I blinked my tear-streaked eyes as the loneliness cruelly enveloped me.  Why was I alone?

Well, it all began yesterday…

~Yesterday was a disappointment. The grey overcast sky loomed ferociously above me like a prowling tiger, ready to devour its prey. Clouds started to rumble fiercely in the freezing wind and people on the streets lifted up umbrellas of different colours in unison to shield the coming storm. Staring at the upset sky, I heaved an apprehensive and uncertain sigh. Like any other typical day where I rebelled and returned home after ten, I was reluctant to step back home. Only that it was worse.

Life is cruel and sorry. Friends hurt you. True friends betray you. Even true friends do the slightest things that you never imagine they would do.

Words…. hurt a lot.

“That’s it. We’re not friends anymore,” the sentence slipped effortlessly underneath her warm, hurtful breath. It took a second to hurt someone, but a lifetime to forget the hurt.

Hearing that statement, a hole was shot deep in my heart, a hole that could never be fixed. The hole was irreplaceable and was not like a broken seam on a shirt. It could not be sewn back at all, not even by the best thread and needle or by the most delicate fingers. No matter how hard you tried, it was already gone forever. ~

I looked at the ticking clock as I thought about yesterday. Time was ticking endlessly. Minutes were expiring. For the first time, I could not wait to go home. The bell rang its deafening ring again. Breathing hard and fast, I packed my bag as fast as I could, and the next thing I knew was that I was already at the doorstep.

My watch read six o’clock, not eight, nine or ten.

“Is that you, dear?”

Somehow Mother had a sixth sense to detect my presence. Coming home so early was a first and I was pondering about what would happen when I gathered the courage to turn the doorknob. My face felt tight and tense, my toes shivered and called for help despite how warm my shoes were. Mother was callously impatient. I soon found myself eyeing a turning, golden doorknob.

As soon as the door opened, nothing but the delightfully nostalgic and sinfully delicious aromas of Mother’s home cooked dinner entered my longing, hungry nostrils. They made my fragile heart smile and my growling stomach leap with long lost greed.

“Welcome home, hon. Dinner’s ready,” she whispered gently as she took my hand. My fingers had never felt so welcome in such a long time. I sat down, and Mother brought a gleefully big pot of sinful chicken stew and two bowls to the table. I laid my heaven filled spoon on my tongue and sipped it gently. As I mouthed down every spoon, tears rolled down my painfully glistened cheeks.

 “The one who loves you will make you weep,” Mother whispered, rubbing her warm and comforting fingers against my tear clothed cheeks. I threw my weak arms into hers and cried until the next day. If only I realised this earlier. True love lay in the little things Mother had been doing.

 I soon learnt to appreciate the little things in life.

Sharm's story book~

I wrote 2 stories recently and I'm gonna share it on my blog (:

So here's the first one:

~THE GIFT

The typical morning air was crisp, refreshing and worth waking up to. The twitter of birds filled the air ferociously just like the deafening honk of cars on the cluttered and polluted expressway. Their wings fluttered in the soft and fresh air effortlessly as they dived relentlessly beneath the dew covered trees. Over at the university, fresh flowers dotted the usually colourless school grounds. The school had never looked better. The large clock in the hallways ticked endlessly and impatiently. Each tick was like a yearning and hungry call. The ticks grew louder as time drew closer and closer, and echoed in the partially lit school hall with a countdown. Nothing could ruin the day ahead.

Eight o’ clock. The school bells chimed loudly in unison and down below at the same school grounds, red graduation caps flew up into the blue skies to mark this special occasion. I caught my cap as it came back down. Pride and joy overwhelmed me. Father got up from his seat and approached me. He grinned from ear to ear and felt even more pride than I did.

“I promise you a reward, son,” he began, his voice croaky yet triumphant. I asked for a brand new car.

Weeks later, father called me home with my reward waiting anxiously in his hands. As I arrived, I could hardly contain the excitement that was growing inside of me. I had been waiting for the chance to drive my own car for years. My hands squealed with excitement as father handed me a beautifully wrapped gift box. The box was delicately polished black and tied neatly with a glowing red ribbon that soothed and welcomed my shining eyes.

I opened the box in a split second, only to reveal a brand new Bible. Where was the car key? The surroundings came to a standstill as anger boiled in my blood. The box sat quietly in my hands, but all too soon, the silence disappeared quickly as I tossed the box into the bin with all my might. I left the house with thundering footsteps, and never returned again.

A year later, I was informed that father had passed away. I was called to return back home to collect father’s possessions. As I was sorting through the dusty drawers, I recognised a familiar item. I took a closer look and it was the gift, the same polished black gift box that I had thrown away in the spur of anger, only that it was dustier now. At that moment, it sat on my hands again, just like it did a year ago.

At that point of time, the beautiful red ribbon was neatly tied back, supposedly by father, as though he was awaiting the opening of the box again. I slowly untied the ribbon, placed it on the table, and picked up the bible that sat innocently inside. As I was flipping through, I felt a bulge at the pages, somewhere in the middle of the bible. I flipped to the page. A verse was highlighted in a fading yellow colour. Proverbs 10:12 read, “Hatred stirs up dissension, but love covers all wrongs.” Above the verse was a brand new car key, taped down to the middle of the almost new pages.

As I pulled out the tape carefully, tears of frustration and remorse filled my saddened, dry eyes. My heart hung low, depressed and at a loss. My wet eyes roamed around the emptiness. I could not turn back the clock again. I stood up, punched the table so hard that the weak wood parted into strips and one table leg broke, causing the table to fall to the side. It landed on the floor with a deafening crash. Just like the table, I collapsed. 

Sharm <3

You give me hope~

When I felt down, when I was feeling low, I talked to you, I poured my heart and soul out to you. I clasped my needy hands together and knelt down. I let my troubles part with my lips. You hear me, and shower love and strength on me, and like magic, you gave me renewed hope and strength. Without you, the days would just pass meaninglessly without colour, smiles and light. Everyday would be like an overcast sky and everyone would not have any goals.

You made the sun shine, you made the blind see, you made the lame walk, you made the weak strong, you made the rainbow shine, you made the mute talk, your love gives me hope.

Who are you? You are the Lord God, the majesty, the king of all kings, the Lord of all Lords. You, are the almighty God.

"Jesus is my Saviour, and his blood prevails against all evil."~

<3
Sharm