The Prestigious Call

THE INDIRECT WOUND   The voice of my lecturer woke me up from my deep sleep. I had been sleeping for about 3 hours last night. It was not because I am lazy or having a bad thought to my lecturer like what people always say. I was just tired. I hadn't had enough sleep. Something disturbed me. I saw a dog being murdered just for fun sake. I am not interested to pet any animals, because I feel that animals won't give any impact to me. But of seeing that thing, the way that slaughter killed him; I feel annoyed, angry, disturbed, and mad. I found it on my facebook. It`s rare to see that kind of thing though. I always found many stuff about Gaza. Palestine, Israel, and other Palestinian war things on my facebook. It made me really really get bored. But that day, on Monday night; 21st of August 2012, I found a video about a guy that killed a dog by chopping the dog`s head with machete till its skull split in half. I can say. It could be rather acceptable if he did it to a dead one. bu...

Seen Cops a few days ago, and then something popped out from my mind then Tadaaa! this short story finally finished! Enjoy it! Don`t forget to leave a comment! :D The Cop The well respected cop found a dead undressed woman near the lake of Greenwood. It was being said that the woman was dead because of the guitar strings that bound her neck which make her hard to breathe and died with a swollen face. Actually the witness, Louise Albarn, found it first before the cop did. She said she found the woman when Greenwood Lake was filled by voices of kids that were having a camp there and she was about to do a survey for the exploration event, then she smelt a disgusting smell beside the oak tree. Then she found a dead woman lied next to the tree. The cop said the woman was raped before the murderer ended her life. But his colleague, Dr. Jonathan, said a different thing about that. He said that the rape was done long ago, but she decided to end her life because she couldn`t bear the shame. The...

This story was based on my dream which I was played as the major. I couldn`t remember much about it, but I remember that I was insane haha. Enjoy this story! Don`t forget to leave a comment! :D A CELL TALE The well respected major of Loskania went insane on July 3rd, 1963. He couldn`t bear the death of his family, and his mind gave up from reality. The major`s family death still became a mystery until a brave reporter asked a few question about it in 1972. “Excuse me sir, I am sorry to interrupt your ehm--- business today. I am William Hummingwood from Arkham Bugle want to ask a few questions about your past” The reporter said. The major was sitting on a rusty chair while he painted the guitar string with a red colour with his wounded index finger. Then he looked at the reporter with a corrugating face that was illuminated by the window above and said.           “Who? Hummingwood? Sounds like a jest for me, you are no worth to be a reporter. ...

Heyya folks!! I Needed a long time to edit the text. Finally it`s done now haha! It`s the prequel of mannequin manner by the way, and I will make a remake of mannequin manner due to contents change in the prequel. So I can say the prequel is the first story of mannequin manner. So, Enjoy and don`t forget to leave a comment to let me know whether you are satisfied or not. Thank you! WAKERSTONE The beginning of ending By: M.Rafely William Wakerstone, yes it`s my name that is come from my father`s. Being named like that seems give me burden to stand still in this life. Especially after that madness circumstance 5 years ago. When my mind was young enough to accept the truth that my family was slaughtered barbarically without any humanly consideration. But fear not, I still have friends. This model sculpture give me an embrace more than human can do. My father`s words aren`t wrong. They are welcoming me without even thinking who I am. Yes. When you have no one to talk, sometimes mannequins ...

The trash By: M. Rafely It wasn`t the providence of mine, nor them, or the lore itself. It wasn`t the will of mine, nor them, or the lore itself. Being slaughtered barbarically, Violated by a men`s greed. It was great shameful things That human could do indeed. As a feathered being I crept high, Tried to seek a liberty. But I`ve chained by memories, That could break my sanity. The dark radiance that called justice Betrayed my soul, ignored this true will. Used as the tool for men`s greed. Nor for our sake or life`s bill. Now, None of their words I save. It all just a void, or a mash, That reform the truth, and now I know, The truth is just a trash.

After got stuck for a few months, finally! yeah finally I could finish my story yesterday. Maybe it`s not what I promised before, but this story is the key for the upcoming stories. Yeah! So here it is, the Another. The another                 My drug to discovery makes my body wants to journey more. So that is why I am in Indonesia now. It`s a beutiful place, you won`t find it in another country. I am in the 23rd Merauke`s discovery now and today I`ll find a very rare bird called Cendrawasih. It`s very woody here, I can`t see any river or road around here because it`s a forest actually. My group and I are the fortress team, we do the wandering first and we are planned to head south where it is the way for Cendrawasih to spend its time for gathering food. I smell something that seems very familiar, it kinda like a rose butmore fragrant than it. “Hey fella, I smelt something fragrance!” “What is it nicole?” “I don...

LIGHT by Muhammad Rafely Dear light, who glow my aim And this sealed heart. I have a fright in my game That binds in a dizzy part. Dear light, who blow my sight And this brittle little particle. I have no reason to fight Or sing an oracle canticle. Dear light, who bow my mind And this deviated core. I have a set of eye that blind Any faithful lore. Dear light, who decide my step And this lost soul. I have a lonely feel that tap And rap at my silly bowl. Dear light, who control my emotion And this doubtful entity. I have a call called abolition to abolish my sanity. Dear light, who saw my future And this endless pain. I have a hope that abjure This joyful plain. Will I die? ---I hate life.. No one can understand my stand Will I end my life? It must be happened soon in my own hand. Img source : http://media.gettyimages.com/videos/1080p-cupped-hands-hold-a-ray-of-light-video-id92915254?s=640x640