Monday, October 19, 2009

My second chapter of my novel Murder Case...

Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday dear baby brother!
Happy birthday to you!

WOO! Happy birthday my little brother, i can't belieive your 17 now...time goes so quick, you don't know where the year goes...

I will put up pictures of my drawings after this post....

This is the second chapter of my upcoming novel...

- Chapter 2 -


The Secret



Suddenly for me, it became quiet. Too quiet that it was deafening to my ears. I suddenly realized that I couldn’t stand being here anymore. I just wanted to close my eyes and wake up hoping it’ll come off as a bad nightmare. But that wasn’t happening anytime soon. I decided to break the silence. I turned to face Juliet and Kate, who were also lost in thought.

“We have to go. We have to go to the police and tell them what happened,” I started to move with Kate, when Juliet grabbed my shoulders. I turned around to face her. “What is it?” Juliet’s face suddenly looked serious.

“You can’t tell anyone what happened,” I scoffed at her, as I couldn’t believe my own ears. What was she saying? Don’t tell anyone?

“What the hell do you mean don’t tell anyone?” I said angrily, glaring at Juliet with my piercing dark brown eyes. Behind me, Kate was agreeing with what I was saying. Juliet came in front of me and put her hands on my shoulders.

“It’s going to look suspicious if we tell the cops what we saw just then,” I looked at Juliet with a dumbfounded look. I looked at Kate then back at Juliet.

“What you think the cops are going to say that we killed Harley?” Kate said slightly angrily and horrified at the thought she had given. But I didn’t listen to what Kate had said; I was just looking at Juliet, trying to comprehend what was going on in her mind. I suddenly realized why Juliet said what she said.

“You’re not trying to protect us,” I said angrily. “You’re trying to protect yourself,” Kate looked at me confusingly, wondering what on earth I was talking about. Juliet took her hands off my shoulders and glared at me with her hazel eyes.

“What the hell does that mean?” said Juliet, equally as angry as me. “I didn’t kill the fucking bastard!”

“I know you didn’t kill Harley, but you do have motive for killing him. He said some things to you and you got angry, the cops will see you as a suspect,” There became silence again. Juliet and I were glaring at each other and Kate was looking at us both trying to figure out what to say. But it was Juliet that spoke up first. With her eyes still on me, she spoke.

“I call for a vote. Hands up for those who want it to be kept a secret,” Juliet put her hand up, with her eye still on me. I kept my hand down and looked sideways at Kate, who had her hand up.

“Kate, what are you doing?” I looked at Kate surprisingly and half angry. Kate still had her hand up, but she looked at me sadly.

“I’m sorry Lena, but I’m going with Juliet on this one,” said Kate sorrowfully. It looked like she was going to cry. “I don’t want my parents to find out what happened; I don’t want to be a suspect,” I looked at Kate dejectedly, but I couldn’t blame her. Juliet’s eyes lit up, and she gave a quick smile to Kate. They both put their hands down and stared at me.

“Majority rules Selena,” I looked at them both, trying to wonder how they can keep this a secret. “We’re keeping this a secret for our own safety,” Juliet looked at Kate who nodded in agreement, and then she turned her look to me.

“Are you with us Selena?” I looked at Juliet again, but I knew in my heart that a decision was made, and I had no choice but to accept it. I was only making the decision for Kate.

“Fine,” I said dejectedly, knowing that I had been defeated. “I won’t tell anyone,” Juliet gave another quick smile.

“Good, because no good will come out of this if we tell anyone,” said Juliet carefully. It’s still no good even if we don’t tell anyone, I said thoughtfully.



We all started walking back to our houses without a last glance at the dead corpse of Harley Groves lying on the grass in Denway Park. There was no talking this time, each one of us was lost in our own thoughts. I was in fact fuming inside. How can Juliet control us like that? What right does she have to tell us what to do? How can I keep this secret, knowing that it’s going to eat away inside of me as the days pass by? As we kept walking silently, we passed Kate and Juliet’s house, without even talking, we each gave each other a nod and they both went into their houses, closing the door shut behind them.

I was on my own now, walking home by myself. I kept sneaking glances up the night sky searching for signs of a large creature with wings. I still couldn’t believe what happened. After all this time I think back, I realized that this was the catalyst for events soon to come, and there was no stopping it.

“Selena, what’s wrong sweetie?” The voice quickly snapped me out of my thoughts and I realized that I was suddenly at home, standing in the living room and in front of me was the worried face of my mother.

“Oh,” I said quickly lost for words. “It’s nothing Mum. I’m just tired,” Mum looked at me; I quickly raised my eyes and looked at my mother. She was beautiful. Everybody always says that if there was a beauty pageant, my mother will be crowned first place. My mother’s name is Charlotte Gordon. She is a lot like me, long brown hair, dark brown eyes, and a smile so beautiful that it becomes contagious to anyone around her. Okay, I admit I went a little overboard with the contagious part. I turned my attention back to Mum. She still looked even more worried.

“Are you sure you’re okay? I called you when you came in, but you didn’t say a word,” I nodded.

“It’s just been a long day and I’d really like to go to bed,” I forced a smile, went up to my mother, hugged her tightly (she wouldn’t let go) and went up the stairs and into my room. I fell onto the bed; more thoughts came to my head. What was that creature? What was it doing there in the first place? Why did it kill Harley? What is that small bag? What is inside it? Why did my life have to start falling apart at this moment?

Suddenly thinking how exhausted I was. I climbed into my covers, with my clothes still fully on, and drifted off into an uneasy sleep, dreaming of the horrific incident that happened on a couple of hours ago…



I opened my eyes wearily and looked around. I was in my room and it took me a while to realize that I still had my clothes from last night on me. When I sat up in bed thinking of the events that took place last night, I looked at my clock, which showed twelve-fifteen in the afternoon. I had slept in. I got out of bed and stretched, I then went to my wardrobe and got out a long dark skirt with a white top and went into the bathroom to take a long and needed shower.

“Ah Selena you’re awake!” said Mum happily, as I came out from the bathroom, and into the kitchen area still looking tired.

“Morning’,” I said softly and hoarsely, as I still haven’t found my voice yet since waking up. I sat on the table just as my Mum put a plate of bacon and eggs in front of me as I was yawning loudly.

“It’s the afternoon now,” she said softly as she kissed me on the forehead. “I let you sleep in a bit, after last night,” I nodded without speaking and quietly ate my bacon and eggs.

“Where’s Kale, Karen and Dad?” I said as I had my mouth full of bacon. Mum sat down opposite me and took a piece of bacon from my plate.

“It’s a Sunday, so Kale is over at Jackson’s house, your father is still at the construction site working and Karen is out drinking with her friends,” I rolled my eyes while my Mum looked away. Karen is only four years older than me, I am 18 years old and she is 22 years old. Karen thinks that she can control me because she is the oldest. She shows off to her friends in front of me, treating me like a child. Even more to my humiliation, Karen gossips about me and the family to her friends, something which I hate among all other things. But even though she can be a bitch sometimes, Karen does have a good side which is loving and sisterly like. Kale on the other hand is like any other little brother, annoying. He is three years younger than me and even now he still likes to peep into my room or flick through my out-dated diary once in a while. But unlike any other little brother, Kale was my first and only best friend. We will tell each other anything and help each other out, which overall makes my mother very proud of us.

When I finished my late breakfast, I went up to my room and shut and locked the door behind me. I went to my desk, set a large piece of paper on the floor, went to my bag and got out the small black bag I found inside Harley’s jacket.The stale smell was still lingering, but I ignored it. I set the small black bag onto the paper and opened the white string with my hands, and when the black bag opened up a strong horrible smell wafted from inside the bag which made me nearly throw up. I got up again, went to my desk a second time and got out a pair of white disposable gloves from my drawer. I went back to the floor, and sat down.

Picking though the objects in the bag, I found the following:

A piece of bone, not sure what it was, but I was sure to check it out soon; two really small baby teeth, one dead black rose, three black pebbles and 2 small rocks. From what knowledge I could gather in my head, I knew that this was a hex bag. How do I know? I’ll tell you how. I’m into the paranormal and everything to do with it. You could say that I am obsessed with it. My mother always thought that getting into these things could mean trouble, but that now has been proved wrong. The knowledge proved to be useful once and for all. I got out a notebook and a pen and starting to record my findings.



“It is the 16th of January, 2005. I found a small black hex bag in the jacket of Harley Groves. I opened up the bag and found the following items:

• One unidentified piece of bone.

• Two really small teeth, very likely from a toddler or child.

• One dead black rose.

• Three black pebbles.

• Two small rocks from an unidentified location, very likely from a graveyard.



NOTE: Find out what kind of bone it is.”



I quickly put down the pen and re-read what I wrote. I suddenly forgot one more thing, the smell. You see, when you make a hex bag, you put a certain kind of aroma on the bag for it to effectively work. I quickly wrote down some more notes.

“Hex bag has a certain kind of aroma. Smells like something you get from the ocean mixed with a stale smell of an unknown source,” I closed the notebook and started drifting into my thoughts. From the evidence I could gather from the hex bag, someone tried to curse him. The hex bag worked, Harley Groves is now dead and decaying on the ground in Denway Park. But now so many more questions were running through my head. Who would want to curse Harley? There were so many people in school who hated him, so many people who’d give anything for him to die or get hurt. Why did that person put the hex bag in his jacket? Does the hex bag attract the creature that killed Harley? Or is the creature and the hex bag two different things all together? Maybe Harley crossed paths with someone who is into witchcraft, or was it meant for someone else? The questions kept coming and coming, and every time I tried to answer a question, another question will pop up as well as many theories. I came back to my senses again when there was a knock on my door.

“Who is it?” I called out as I quickly scrambled around putting the objects back into the bag (leaving out the piece of bone) and stuffing them into a drawer and locking them inside.

“It’s Kate,” said a silent and shy voice of Kate. “Can I come in?” I quickly put the bone into a pouch, stuffed it in my school bag and went to open the door.

Kate was standing there in a medium sized white skirt, with a pink blouse. Her hair was tied back into a ponytail today. She gave me a massive hug. I patted her back sympathetically, knowing what conversation was going to come up.

“Are you okay?” I said caringly, as we both parted and sat on the bed. Kate looked at me with tired and sad eyes. I observed that her eyes were puffy and red. She had been crying. She shook her head.

“I’m not okay Lena,” said Kate whose voice was starting to break up. “I couldn’t sleep the whole night last night. My eyes are red and puffy from crying so much and I’m just scared. I also feel guilty for taking Juliet’s side and not yours,” I looked at poor Kate, who had tears starting to well up in her eyes. I passed her a tissue from my bedside table.

“You don’t have to feel guilty about anything Kay. Just because you are my sister, doesn’t mean you have to take my side on every issue that comes along. I had nightmares of what happened last night too. It was a horrible experience for all of us,” Kate quickly took the tissue and started dabbing at her eyes. I looked at Kate for a bit wondering whether I should trust her enough to tell her about the hex bag. Kate looked at me while cleaning her eyes.

“What? Why are you staring at me like that?”

“Can I trust you with something?” Kate looked at me, wondering what on earth I was going to tell her about. She nodded her head. I then told her about the hex bag, about how I was looking through Harley’s body, finding the hex bag, opening it and discovering it contents and my theories. When I finished talking, Kate looked at me with her mouth wide open.

“You stole evidence,” Kate said slowly, as though trying to comprehend what I said to her. “You opened up a cursed bag which you think made Harley a target to that creature, and you stole evidence,” Kate sighed disappointingly as she looked at me. “I know you Lena; you would never do something like this, stealing evidence. Why are you trying to play detective all of a sudden?”

“I’m not trying to play detective,” I said, feeling slightly hurt by Kate’s response. “And I took the evidence because of a gut feeling I had, and you know about my gut feelings,” I added, glaring at Kate who looked a taken back. “I am telling you these things because I can trust you, if you break this trust and tell anyone else, even Juliet, I’ll never confide anything to you again,” Kate nodded.

“Why don’t you want Juliet to find out?” asked Kate. I scowled at her.

“Because I don’t trust her, I’m not as close to her as you are Kate. I only put up with her because of what she’s going through with her parents,” Kate nodded again, but this time more slowly. “What did you do when you went back home last night?”

“Everyone else was sleeping, so I just went to my room and tried to wait for sleep to come. But I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened. I still can’t believe it. What was that creature?” I knew how Kate was feeling because I was feeling the same way. But before I could reply, my Mum was calling us.

“Selena! Kate! I want you to come down here now!” called Mum from downstairs. The tone of my mother sounded panicky, and Kate and I looked at each other in fright and ran downstairs into the living room, where the television was switched on.

“Mum, what is i-“ But Mum shushed me and pointed my direction to a breaking news report that was playing on the television. Nicolas Papas who was the Channel Seven’s reporter, was speaking from the news desk. My heart was pounding, as I knew what this news report was about. I stood and listened.

The end of Chapter 2...It's still a draft by the way, any advice is fine with me :D

Heart of a Volunteer/The Blue Bird

Hello fellow bloggers!

As you know by now, i'm a movie junkie and a music junkie hehe :D Right now i'm listening to the Pearl Harbor Soundtrack, it's the track Heart of a Volunteer...for those who haven't seen the movie, SPOILERS DON'T READ ON....

This track is the best out of the whole soundtrack, it's the bit where Danny dies and the ending with his son (so damn tiny and GORGEOUS!) which makes me bawl my eyes out so much, even more because of the music and the boy Danny, was named after his father, and he is soooooo cute! Michael Bay is probably one of the best directors of all time, i love every single one of his movies :D hehe

But this is a writing blog isn't it? So let's just get down to writing...
I've written heaps of poems and songs when i was little...but other than my poem 'Freinds', this poem is another one of my favourites which i made up when i was little....have a read....

The Blue Bird




There’s a blue bird,





With a beautiful wing,




Who is very rare,




And can very well sing,




Each and everyday,




The blue bird flies,




Back to her nest,




Where her youngsters cry.

I don't know why it's my favourite...maybe because it's so true...but yeah it's my favourite and i love it :D
I've been watching Pokemon episodes the whole day hehe, i'm 19 and i still love it! The old ones i mean, like Seasons 1 to 9 maybe :D I would love to buy them, but i can't get them anywhere....no internet because i don't use credit cards and i don't plan to use them in the future, i don't want no debts....lol

Well i'm going to go, i really can't bother writing so much today...i will follow the other people's blogs too, but not today lol, just want some time off blogging, until tomorrow.... :D

Catch ya later!

xoxoxox


Friday, October 16, 2009

A poem about what a friend should be...

I wrote this poem when i was little, i think it's pretty good...also this poem is copywrited by me....

A friend is a person,



Who is loving and kind,


Who will always be honest,


And will never tell lies,


A friend will help you,


Within good times and bad,


In any situation,


Things will never be sad,


A friend will stay with you,


If you need to talk,


Just go outside,


And take a long walk,


A friend is a person,


Who will listen to you,


You can tell them everything,


They can be honest with you too,


A friend is a person,


Who would never get upset,


If you both liked a person,


You won’t have to fret,


A friend would never cry,


If you told them how you felt,


They would never put you down,


Wouldn’t let your heart melt,


A friend is a person,


Who will always be a friend,


In times when you get sick,


They’ll have flowers to send,


God makes these friends,


Just for you,


In good times and bad,


You’re a friend to them too.




I hope you liked it...please tell me what you think of it...

Woop Di Doop...

Ah, today watched 3 new Supernatural episodes...brilliant as always, i'm totally in love with Jensen Ackles, i'm obsessed with him actually haha...
Don't you hate it when you have certain common interests with people, and when you write about it they think it's about them? Pfft, it kind of pisses me off, they aren't the only ones that like it, i'm sure millions of other people like the same thing as well...i'm pretty angry actually...but enough about my anger side....no one cares about that anyway...
Was going to work on my novel today, but didn't have time...watched Star Trek today woo! But, didn't enjoy it as much because my family wasn't really enjoying it...they liked it, but thought it wasn't really good. Guess i can't complain, not everybody has to like something i like...i think maybe i should watch the original tv series of Star Trek, i've seen a few when i was younger but i need to refresh my memory lol...

Coming back to Jensen Ackles, the only reason i watched Supernatural is because i'm into the paranormal myself lol, i mean for seeing spirits/ghosts, seeing is believing, and i really do believe...then i saw Jensen! Woot! Seriously, he is soo great....I loved him as Jason Teague in Smallville another one of my favourite tv shows...loved it since it first came on tv :D
hehe i always call myself Mindy Ackles, it's crazy i know but the name suits me hehe...i'm very very crazy lol :P But i love it lol.
I'm watching The Shawshank Redemption...brilliant movie. I love it because of several things...Morgan Freeman is one of the greatest actors of our times :D, Tim Robbins who is brilliant as Andy, just great, also because it's a Stephen King book :D, i've got about 2 books of his, i need to get all of them! lol, and also because it touches your heart, and there are no special effects, just reality....It really is one of the greatest movies ever made and we've got Frank Darabont who is the Director of the movie and Stephen King who wrote the book to thank for :D

I have to say i love every Stephen King movie :D They're all unique in their own ways :D
Anyway my arm is hurting from leaning on it so much and i've got a brilliant but busy day tomorrow :D
Will write again tomorrow...i wonder if anyone reads this blog anyway?
Ciao!

xoxoxoxooxoxooxoxxooxox

Wednesday, October 14, 2009

Discipline...

I reckon there is a fine line between disciplining your child, and abusing your child. Disciplining your child means punishing them when they are naughty, but not to the extent where it leaves bruises and horrific marks on the body which is classified as abuse...
I think that the Australian system is stupid here, having been born and bred here, i come from a strict Indian family (not that strict mind you). Now Indian parents, these are the people that should be teaching parents how to discipline their children lol. Having my share of a lot of smacks when i was little (i'm only 19 now), i've grown into the person who everyone loves, i am repectful of my parents, elders, and am nice to everyone around me. And i was a good child to begin with unless i was out of line, like talking back to them or doing something which is dangerous...
I believe in slapping your children, and i said your children, like your own flesh and blood, you have no right to slap another persons child...i was slapped to the extent that i had a red mark on my face, of course i deserved it, and i'm not complaining about that lol, people classify that as abuse, but i don't see it, i see it as a way of teaching the boundries to kids when they get out of line....
I mean the people that complain that slapping is abuse, are the people that were actually physically abused by the hands of their parents, but just because a child gets slapped by the parent doesn't mean they are abusing them they way that person was....i think it's just bad memories coming back to them....

Anyway as i said yesterday in my post, i've thought of a new book for my book series, so that's now book number 3 :D
I am a serial daydreamer lol, when i look at something i just drift away into my own little world, which is probably how all my stories come about lol. This story is about, love, war, death and friendship...nothing less and nothing more lol. I'm not giving too much away, once i've written it and published you can read it :D
I'm a private person i have to admit, i sometimes don't like telling people about my stories in fear that they will steal my ideas for their own or something, but that was just my paranoia kicking in as usual, it's just a fear that i have and i suppose so many writers feel the same way too.
Gah, and writers block! That's the worst thing you can have, one day your mind is all for ideas and writing new paragraphs and next thing you know your mind just shuts down, not letting any ideas come to you at all, it's so frustrating...I've been having a lot of that lately, and i guess it just makes me angry...lol..i wonder how all the other famous writers feel when they're writing their next book...how do they get through it i wonder?
I base my stories on my vivid imagination, dreams, life experiences, friends and families...all these together make the perfect story in whatever story you are writing... :D I can say that from experience...
I started making a paranormal book based on a dream i had once, i've never had that dream out of my head since, but i make it into a story instead and people love it!
Wow, i was trying to draw last night and as i said before, i need the tutorials to help me...well for me i just suck at drawing 'people', that's right, i can draw everything else but people...It's pretty frustrating, but even following the tutorials doesn't help, not matter how many times i do it...i tried drawing Edward Cullen you know the character from Twilight? Well it came out totally different and the followed the tutorial....it looks like some freak or stern looking person lol...Well i've kept the drawing, but changing it is not gonna help it...
I can draw the Transformers, which turned out as my best drawings ever drawn! But not people lol....
Wow i am so dreading tomorrow, but i'm not going to say anything in case it reads it...yup i used the 'it'....

Anyway i think i've written enough for today, i reckon this whole post was just complaining lol, but i have to let it out somewhere lol. I'll probably write more later tonight or just tomorrow lol...

Pretty Good Day Today :D

Had a pretty good day today...watched one of my favourite movies with Dad today, King Arthur :D Woot! Best Movie...Best Soundtrack! :D
Um...was in the Hans Zimmer mood today, so i started to listen to all the Movie Soundtracks I have of him like, Pearl Harbor, Pirates of the Caribbean Triology, Armageddon, Crimson Tide, The Rock, The Dark Knight, Batman Begins, Broken Arrow, Gladiator, King Arthur, The Da Vinci Code, Angels and Demons woo! That is a lot I know, but when it comes to Movie Soundtracks and Music Composers, I'M THERE! I have about 87 Movie Soundtracks on my laptop, and they'll probably be more later hahahhaha, i'm so obesessed! LOL
Also listened to the Star Trek Soundtrack, and Lost Soundtrack composed by Michael Giacchino! :D :D :D :D Brilliant...
While listening to them today i had a sudden thought for a story for one of my novels, i'm not giving too much away in fear someone will steal my idea...lol, i'm so paranoid....
I'll give you a few clues...it's a book series about various different things, it's like Goosebumps cross Supernatural....
I'm sure that if they get published, you guys will love it :D I've already thought of 3 books to write for the series already hehe :D
Well anyway i'm going to go now, i'm gonna watch the final Lost episode that me and my brother forgot to watch lol :P

Tata!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Drew Barrymore Yellow Teeth

Checkout this rather shocking photo of Hollywood celebrity actress Drew Barrymore smiling big and showing off her dreadful bad yellow stained teeth to the world.

Yellow teeth are often caused by smoking and sofa drinks. Somebody get this girl some tooth whitening toothpaste asap.