Sunday, December 14, 2008


Hello there.! Here's an update about my works.
I'd like to be frank with you. I'm having some problems in my school so some of the projects would be delayed. I wish that you would understand.
Actually, I am finishing "Dying Life".
It's an inspired-story from DeathNote. It's not really exactly about killing others, having a weird notebook with great power or trying to find a criminal. When I have heard about knowing other people's life span, I thought of making a story out of that concept.
This story is about Jacob who has the ability to see life span above everyone's head (Just like Misa in DeathNote). He suddenly bumped unto a little girl with just a week to live. He accompanies this girl and realizes something about life.

Wish you will be inspired by this story!

So gotta go.! I still have to work with my math.! I hate numbers.!

TRIVIA: "I hate numbers." can actually be found in this story. Try to find it, eh?!

LitTLe . mAkE-BeLieVeR . sTorYtELLeR
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Saturday, December 6, 2008

Chapter 1: When I'm With You..

They first met in an hospital named St. Andrews Hospital. It was the end of the summer.

“I don’t wanna go! Why can’t you just let me stay home and die?!”

“You’re not going to die!”

“And you think making me stay in this hospital would help me live?!”

“Just be quiet and be cooperative!”

Jacob was a sixteen year old guy who had a pale face. He was living a normal life when all of a sudden they have learned that he was suffering from a liver disease.

“I’m normal! It’s just a stupid check-up report misleading you about me having this.. what ever you call that disease,”

Jacob was still pushing himself away from the nurses who were trying to put him in his room.

“Jacob! Listen to me! I’ve lost your father before and I do not want you to go away, too. If there’s anyone who can best help you, it’s yourself!”

Jacob’s mom, Edith, had been a single mom for four years. Jacob was still twelve when his father died because of a car accident. After that incident, Edith had been so protective of Jacob.

“Mom! You listen to me! I’m not a child anymore! I’ve grown up now and this has nothing to do with that stupid drunkard!” Jacob had been hateful about his father. He had never felt any love from that very person that his mom loved so much. When his father died, not a single tear fell from the boy’s eyes.

“Don’t you dare talk about your father like that!”

“Fine! Whatever! If you want me to rot in this room, then let it be! It has been always you who needed to be obeyed!”

His mom looked at him for a moment and went away. He was alone in his new house now. He stared at the four corners of the room. As he was examining the window, he heard something.

“Who’s there?!” He asked.

A glass was broken and a girl of the same age as his came inside.

“Sorry! I was.. And.. The glass..” She tried to defend herself with a small voice which Jacob couldn’t hear.

“Who are you? What are you doing? Peeping me?” He smirked.

The girl, which was picking the broken pieces, looked at him and angrily said,

“Peeping you? Who would want to peep on you?!”

“Well, you, I guess?” He knelt down to help but the girl shoved him away.

“Well, I’m sorry for being a Peeping Tom of yours. I don’t need your help.”

She cleaned the mess and walked to the door.

“And by the way,” She said before leaving. “I really think you’re such a stubborn son for making your mother cry!” She didn’t even look at him while saying those words.

“This is the reason I hate hospitals. Weird people suddenly come out all of a sudden,” He whispered to himself.

-Please read the next chapter!-

. mAkE-BeLieVeR . sTorYtELLeR

iF tHerE's sOmeThinG sToriEs TeLL, wHaT cOuLd iT bE?

Friday, December 5, 2008

It Was Not A Joke! [written in April Fools Day]

Found myself in a place unfamiliar
Tried to seek another living being
A house I really found bizarre
I opened the door and yet there's nothing

Creaking floors and blowing wind
I rubbed myself to keep me warm
Webs of spiders and old antiques
I looked around and see no harm

Not until I saw a lady
Dressed in black, holding a candle
I winked and found her dead, cold body
A scene someone can never handle

I ran and saw a startling sight
A child covered with blood staring at me
I fell from my knees because of fright
I wanted to go out from that place so badly

I stood and started running again
I went up to the next floor
All these terrors I wanted to end
I managed to open a door

There he was, a beheaded man
His head he's holding with his hands
I didn't know when it began
Or why I was on such a land

I looked at the window and saw a priest
I thought he can make the spirits rest
But wait! I was on second floor of east
He was one of the flying guests

All I did was pray and pray
But what was that voice I was hearing?
Beside me was an old woman in gray
She was with me as I was praying

I lost myself and closed my eyes
I wished this was just a nightmare
I opened my eyes in such surprise
All this time I wasn't aware

My friends were laughing as they helped me out
It was all just all a set-up to scare me
I was really scared and that's no doubt
I despised their laughs and teasing

I asked them about the priest that floated
There was silence for awhile
They never had a priest included
Then who's the flying guy?

We were all screaming and running away
This time it was not a joke
I turned around and looked that way
The priest was gone in smoke..

. mAkE-BeLieVeR . sTorYtELLeR

iF tHerE's sOmeThinG sToriEs TeLL, wHaT cOuLd iT bE?

There was a Boy who Loved a Girl..

There was a boy who loved a girl
He liked her much; She was his world
But we all know that life's not fair
A tragedy would happen they're not aware

He was so lame that he can't tell
All the love he'd kept so well
But after many years of knowing each other
He know he had to keep it never

He told her he loved her with all his honesty
He told her that meeting her was destiny
But she looked at him and tears fell down
She left him baffled, cried throughout

He was not himself anymore after that day
A year and a half had passed away
He thought there was another guy
He kept on asking how and why

He returned to the place where they first met
Remembered the face he'll never forget
He never saw his love after his confession
He thought if it was a wrong decision

He got a news he never expected
A revelation that made him disappointed
After receiving it, he ran to the place and hurried
He stood before the grave where she was buried

She was suffering from a disease so deadly
She waited for his confession so badly
When he fell in love, she was too
They loved each other and never knew

There was a boy who loved a girl
He liked her much; She was his world
But we all know that life's not fair
A tragedy had happened that brought despair..

. mAkE-BeLieVeR . sTorYtELLeR

iF tHerE's sOmeThinG sToriEs TeLL, wHaT cOuLd iT bE?

The Memory Before Graduation

It happened before I graduated from my high school. The class wanted to have a very special memory before leaving our school. We decided to make a scrap book and have all the things that we think are very memorable, including letters from each of the student. We also decided to take pictures from our ordinary life inside the campus.

There was that time when I developed the pictures and had seen photos taken so perfectly. They were like taken by a professional photographer. But more than the perfect position and angle; it was taken like the photographer liked it.

“It’s just amazing! All of these pictures are really perfect!”

I told my classmates about the photos and they all agreed that they are nice. The question was: who took these pictures? We examined the photos and discovered that only one who was missing from our class was him.


He was a very quiet guy. He was always absent and rarely spoke to anyone.

“You’re.. You’re from the photography club, right? You’re skills are overwhelming!”

I approached him and tried to convince him to take more pictures.

“No,” was all he said after I asked him and walked away.

“I’m going to wait in the classroom!”

I wouldn’t give up! I promised myself to have a great memory. And with the help of this guy, I could achieve that!

School was over. Most of the students had left. I was the only one in our room. I waited and waited.

I was about to go home when the door suddenly opened. It was him.

“You.. You came!”

I could almost hug him that time!

“You got the wrong idea. I just went back to get some things and..”

“These are the plans of the class and I already borrowed a camera. If you need film, I can ask the class to contribute for the payment,” I interrupted him. Whatever he wanted to say, it didn’t matter to me. I was so happy that at last I can have a great photographer to make our planned scrapbook to be very special!

“Pfft.. You sure are a very pushy one!” He was laughing that time. It was unusual for me. That moment when he smiled, I thought I skipped a beat.

“Hey! Everything alright?” He was waving his hand over my face.

“Ye.. Yeah! So.. are.. are you going to be our photographer?” I was so ashamed that I turned around while asking him.


“You are very skilled! I really admire your photos! It’s like you are actually looking at the real ones!” We were looking at the pictures and I was admiring his works.

“You must have liked photography?” I asked him.

“It’s because I want to have the world remember how beautiful they are. The simple moments. The simple places. For me, they are special.”

“But.. You don’t have your face in any of the pictures.”

It was odd. It could have been nice if he was there. He was still a part of the class. I grabbed the camera and attempted to take a picture of him but..

“Stop! I hate having pictures of myself!”

I didn’t understand why. He wasn’t ugly at all. Actually, he was a very good-looking guy. Seconds later, he looked at me.

I suddenly said, “Then take a picture of me instead.”

I covered my mouth. What was I thinking at that time?

“Why would I?” He said that and laughed.

I was clearly insulted but looking at him while he was laughing made me happy.

The graduation was about to happen. We gathered all the materials for the scrap book. We had all the things, from leaves to pieces of papers, glued in every page. The only thing left was the pictures!

“We could at least have a very last picture for the last page. Any suggestions?”

“We could take the picture of the path we usually take when we are going to school,” suggested by Bryan. Yes! It was a nice idea.

“Can I go with you while taking the photos?” It was going to end. I wanted to be with him longer.

I was looking at him as he took photos. He was smiling while taking them.

“Do you like it when I am with you?” I asked. He stopped taking pictures and looked at me.

“Because.. Because, being with you make me happy. I wonder if you feel the same, too.” He was still looking at me.

“I don’t like it when we are together,” was his reply.

I could actually hear my heart cracked. But I still managed to say..

“Ahaha.. I might be pestering you, right? I.. I am sorry!”

I couldn’t take it anymore. I ran away, leaving him.

I was in the classroom. I tried to forget what happened a while ago. It seemed like a confession and I was obviously rejected. Tears fell from my eyes again. The door opened. I wiped out my tears and saw him. I turned my face to hide my swollen eyes.

“Here’s the film. You can develop it now,” said him. He was about to walk away. I didn’t know why I have to do that but the words just blurted out.

“I like you!”

I screamed it out. I wanted him to know how much I like him.

“I like you!”

He just turned to me and said,

“If you did fall for me, you might want to forget those feelings.”

After he left, I fell down from my knees. I was devastated. I felt like I was such an idiot.

After that day, he didn’t go to school. He returned to be that the same Bryan who skipped school. But I think it was better. Seeing him would only hurt me.

“Hey! Do you know where the film from the last shoot is?”

Right! Bryan gave that to me last time. The time when he said those words. I wished I would forget that.

“Here you go!”

It was still painful. The fact that he wasn’t there made it even more painful. He rejected me but I still want to be with him. I’m the stupidest of all the stupid.

“Wait! What are these?”

“Huh?” My thoughts were interrupted by my friend who was scanning the developed pictures.

“These are your pictures.” She said as she handed me the photos. Indeed, they are all me. While I was reading, sleeping, looking around, he took pictures of me.

“…It’s because I want to have the world remember how beautiful they are. The simple moments. The simple places. For me, they are special…” He said that before. He told me that he took pictures because they are special to him. So it means..

“I am special to him.” I whispered to myself.

I started to run. I wanted to see him. I wanted him to know that he was special to me too.

As I was approaching his house, I saw a crowd. I tried to push myself all the way through and was startled.



Bryan was dead.

Only two days before the graduation when I’ve learned about his death. The scrap book was almost finished. We had all the pictures. The pictures which were taken by him.

“We found this in the scrap book. We thought that you have to read this. We know you’ve been close and you deserve to know his last words.”

It’s from Bryan?! A letter?! I opened it immediately and read every word.

“..I will miss this school. I don’t have so many memories here. For others, it’s just one of those lousy schools but for me, it is very special. I wanted to create more memories in here. I thought it would be impossible but then she came. She told me to take pictures of the school, of our classmates, of our everyday life. She gave me a chance to enjoy my last days in this campus. Both of us aim to create a special memory for everyone to remember their high school life. But she became that special memory to me. She is a very pushy person. She clicks the camera randomly and almost fell it. She sleeps anywhere anytime. But even though she is like that, she is special. Her smiles. Her laughs. Her happy face. I wanted the world to see them. I’ve fallen for her but I’m afraid I can’t tell her this feeling. Just being with her, it was happiness. I can’t be with her any longer. Sooner or later, my heart would stop beating. I just hope she would not remember me. It might just cause her pain. But I promise her that I would never forget her.”

Tears wouldn’t stop flowing! He loved me. He loved me just as I loved him. But I can’t fulfill his wish. I can never forget about him. He became a special memory too.

When we were together, when we were taking photos and that day when I confessed to him..

Those were my memories before my graduation. Memories that would last forever!

. mAkE-BeLieVeR . sTorYtELLeR

iF tHerE's sOmeThinG sToriEs TeLL, wHaT cOuLd iT bE?