The Temple II

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• The Struggling Writer   The Temple II

  “I know you only for three days, and I don’t even know your name.” Abigail insists. “Fine, I’ll tell you.” John says. “So?” she’s getting impatient. “First tell me what the hell is going to happen here!” he says in an irritating voice. “Name first, then we’ll talk, dumbass.” She laughs. They’re now in a tight situation where both of them won’t back down. They stare each other down for a long time. “My name is John Lombardi.” He finally says. “That isn’t hard is it?” she taps his shoulder twice. “What’s going to happen?” He asks. Suddenly a dark figure emerges from the dark side of the room. “What’s that?” they both say as the shadowy figure stand before them. “My name is Sage.” The black hooded figure tells them. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Is this the one who’s seen your eye?” the hooded figure asks. She gives a little nod. He hooded figure takes off his hood, showing a young muscular man. “Hey! Why are you here?” Abigail protests. “Well, I don’t know, five years ago, someone told

• The Struggling Writer   The Temple

  “When I was a kid, my father died. And because of that, they kicked me and my mom out of the Lombardi Village, sending us to live by ourselves on the suburbs.” John says. “Well, is that all?” Abigail turns around to face him. “Well, my mom has not been speaking to me for a very long time. Well, maybe that’s because she’s always tired from her work.” He says. “Follow me.” She holds his shoulders as she walks with him to outside her house. “Where are we going?” he asks. “We are going to the Okamura family temple.” She smiles as she holds his hand. They walk together to the strange pagoda-like structure in the middle of the silent, empty village. After a short two minute walk, they finally reached it. “Five years ago, Monica told me to go to the temple a year before I come of age. And she told me to bring someone with me, who has seen my eye. You seem adamant to staying with me. Though I don’t know why, I am going to the temple with you.” She says pulling his hand as they walk up the s

• The Struggling Writer   The Sosame III

  “The eye is the Sosame.” He reads the title as he opens the cover. When he opens the cover the book is blank. “What is this?” he takes another book and opens it. This one is also empty. John is now very confused. He sees a piece of paper in the table under the mug. He goes to the paper and he holds it. “Only the ones who possess the eye can read these books.” He whispers what he read to himself. ‘The eye must be called the Sosame.’ He thinks to himself as he sits down on the sofa. Why is this happening? He looks on the blank wall. These questions are bugging him so much. He opens his bag and takes out his notebook. He writes “Writer’s Notes” on the cover. He open the notebook before he starts scribbling on the notebook. He writes down his first kiss with Miraslava, and his date with Abigail. “Hmm, this might be useful for my writing. I’ll show my uncle and the rest of the main branch that the second branch is just as good as them!” he says to himself. He closes his notebook and put

• The Struggling Writer   The Sosame II

  It’s her drawings. It is a drawing of an eye. They continue walking until they got out of the academy. “You are waling me home.” She says, stomping her foot like a little girl. “Do you want to get beef noodles before you get home?” John says, putting her sketchbook back inside her bag. “Yes please.” She pouts. ‘She looks unsettlingly attractive when she’s blindfolded and helpless… Maybe this is just the Lombardi genes kicking in again. They walk hand in hand across the street until they reached the noodle shop. “Two bowls of beef noodles please.” He says to the chef as he sits her down on the stool. “That’ll be 130 Chokrins.” The chef smiled at them. John gave him the money and he starts to sit down on the stool next to Abigail. “Where are you!” she says in an irritated voice. John smirks as he touches her hand. “Good!” she says half whimpering. “Here you go!” after a while the chef puts two bowls of beef noodles in front of them. John takes his fork and starts eating his food. Abig

• The Struggling Writer   The Sosame

  Two white circles to be exact. The pattern almost looked so beautiful. Suddenly, it felt as if the surroundings were beginning to be getting darker, a little tinted maybe, the clear windows turning into a crimson red stain, like the color of fresh blood flowing down the clear glass. The feeling of being squeezed by a giant hand, like squeezing though a tight hole, or maybe the feeling of being restrained and placed inside an iron coffin starts to be felt all around him. All the while her piercing eyes continue to stare daggers at him. The surroundings suddenly felt like moving in high speed, or is it them slowing down. Maybe everything behind him is starting to blur, reality itself refusing to show up normally. She stares at him with those freakish eyes that looked like it’s beating like a heart. The patterns move in a way that would make anyone looking into it, tremble in fear or possibly piss their pants. And each time her eyes beat, it would make visible ripples that maybe only h

• The Struggling Writer   The Last Of Her Clan

  ‘Well, it seemed like the best thing to do.’ He thought. “Sure, though it might be a quiet walk.” She replies nonchalantly. The both stand up from their stools. “Thanks for the treat today.” She says happily. She carries her bag as they both walk out. “Can I bring your bag?” he asks. “No!!” she screamed. ‘Girls don’t like it when you touch their bags.’ He mentally notes that into his mind. They both walk down the road. “Where is your house?” John asks her. “It is just way down this street.” She says, pointing down the dark street, only slightly illuminated by the streetlights. “Okay.” Soon, after walking for about thirty minutes they finally got to a place that looked like a small walled village. There are about five houses inside these walls. “Here is my home.” She says smiling. “Wow, it’s big. But it looks a bit empty.” John says after looking around the place. “My family was wiped out when I was six.” She says sadly as she puts her hands on her pockets. “How did that happen?” the