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The Green-Walled Tower

I woke in a room that smelled vaguely of peanut butter and wasabi. It was the kind of smell that slapped you awake and made you write home to mom about it. Once I was fully awake (and had written a short note to my mother) I noticed I was in a long, pearly-white corridor. It was shiny and plastic, like something from a 1970’s sci-fi movie.

I stood up and noticed a plaque on the wall that said Ancient Wasteland And Robotic Doughnut Society, or A.W.A.R.D.S. for short. An arrow pointed down the corridor with a friendly reminder written next to it that said “I’m pretty sure this is the way you want to go.” I took the wall’s word for it and started off.

Before too long, I came to a door with a computer screen next to it. On it, were the words:

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I was going to add this as a song of the day, but glad someone else done it! Everytime I hear this song I feel exactly the same as is written in this post.

Truth, Love, and Ranting

This song is all about longings, and more so longings that I understand too well. Have you ever felt afraid to reach out to someone who is so close, because you can’t bear the thought of your hand coming away empty? Have you found all of this so exhausting that you just want to be able to rest, but you’re worried about what will happen if you do?


I want to lay my head down
Come close, come closer
What’s that uncomfortable sound
Of your key in the door

I hear you walking out
Walking out again
Why didn’t you stay a while
To say goodbye, my friend

I want to lay my head down
Come closer, come closer
I thought you’d turn me
But you were turning around
I think I’m losing you
Losing you again
Why didn’t you stay a while
To say goodbye, my friend

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Stuck in the Middle!

Recently I’ve been giving a lot of my time in helping a friend for his project. I volunteered because I was looking to get some experience in writing professionally so that maybe one day I could try and do freelance writing. I also volunteered because I wanted too, and get a small portfolio together.

At first I was really enjoying it…but then the enthusiasm slowly began to fade. My mind is going stale and repeating everything over and over again. I’ve still got around eighteen more pages to write!

I think I’ve run out of steam and motivation.

In all of this I found that I didn’t get any time to do my creative writing as by the end of the day I’d feel so sleepy all I want to do is sleep! It is the creative writing that keeps me grounded and if I don’t do it, I start to feel stressed. This is what is happening now. Because writing stories is my escape I feel I haven’t managed to escape from reality and reality is catching up to me.

Also, now I have to help another friend with proofreading. It turns out I have too much on my plate and little time to do it in. I only have till 2pm to myself and most of it is taken by everything else except my stuff. Today I felt the pressure I was stuck in choosing what to do and I lost it and ended up having an outburst!

I love to help friends when I can and it seems like I love to keep giving and giving all the time. But why? Why can’t I never refuse once in a while?

In the end I decided I’m going to have a break and over the weekend I’m going to focus on my creative writing instead. The writing that makes me feel good and happy inside.

So if you ever wondered why I come on and vanish every time it’s because I’ve been busy with my friends project. For this I apologize for the on and off appearances that I make.

Song of the Day: Roko Na Mujhe – Sifar

This is going to show a different side of me, I believe, as I tend to hide quite a bit of myself a lot of the time. I’ve only been adding English songs as Song of the Day’s, but I also have another side to me. The side that listens Indian music. The only two people that know that I listen to Indian music is obviously my mum and brother and possibly one friend. So I’ve decided to reveal this side of me, today!

So yesterday I was going through the music I have on my laptop and I realised I didn’t give this Indian rock band much of a listen when I first got hold of the EP; because my brother didn’t like it much. But yesterday while I was working on writing my friends content pages for his website, I truly sat down and really took in the EP.

I must admit that I do like their style! It is quite addictive to listen to especially this one track ‘Roko Na Mujhe’. After hearing it just a few times yesterday I got the lyrics stuck in my head!

I know I can’t speak Hindi, but I understand it. Well the truth is that every time I try and speak it feels like the words are stuck and I stammer a lot and then I give up. When I was India it helped as I was forced to speak to communicate with my relatives.

Well anyway enough of my chatter; I hope you guys enjoy it too! 🙂

Artist: Sifar

Song: Roko Na Mujhe

Oh and if you know any other Indian rock bands share some down here, please. I’ll listen to anything even the heavier stuff! 🙂 Thank you!

Feeling the love?


So how is everyone these days?

Today was a strange day. Normally I avoid listening to songs that speak of love, I don’t know why this is? Maybe it is because I have given up on the idea of love? Well anyway, whatever it is, that brick wall decided to surrender today. It crumbled away and showed cobwebs surrounding the heart that I had locked away so tightly for a year and bit.

This all happened after listening to this artist called Framing Hanley! These songs invoked something within me, especially the songs ‘You’ and ‘Fool With Dreams’.

This song does something to me every time I hear it. The lyrics just seem to pluck away at the heart strings.

“For you
‘Cause I don’t want to lose you

I was thinking about telling you
I was in love
I was in love with you
With you
With you
I’m in love with you”

The singers voice is amazing and accompanied by the acoustic guitar makes this song a beautiful one.

“I’m a fool with dreams and not a lot of things
I swear that I will be all you need, don’t give up on me
Give me one more day, don’t give this all away
We’ll be fine you’ll see, just don’t give up on me”

“I’ve got the feeling that this will never cease
Living in these pictures
It never comes with ease
I swear that if I could make this right
You’d be back by now”

These three songs are just beautiful and meaningful and I’m in love with them. I know that ‘Alone in This Bed’ is quite a sad song as it’s about missing someone but, I’ll be honest I think these three songs are worthy of Songs of the Day. What do you think?

What is it? – Chapter 5

Hello Guy’s!

How are you today?

Well here it is, chapter 5 in the ‘What is it?’ story!

What is it? Chapter 5

It was the following morning and the sun was beaming outside, showing its happiness as its rays flooded through every available window. Jake sat on the recliner chair with his laptop sitting on his lap. He sat with a rapt expression watching the screen as if waiting for something to surface; when unexpectedly a hand tapped him on the shoulder and someone ended up sitting next to him on the other sofa.

Jake paused the video he was engrossed in and looked up from the screen, he turned his head to the right and saw Oceana seated on the other sofa eating a Granny Smith apple.

“What are you up to?” She asked as she chewed and bit into the apple again.

“Nothing much really…just trying to locate someone from surveillance video’s.”

Oceana got up from the seat and sauntered over to the mantelpiece and picked up Jake’s family photo. A pleasant smile played across her lips as she noticed how happy they were; her fingers brushed against the glass of the photo frame. The picture was quite old, she could tell that Jake was around fourteen years old and was the eldest of the three siblings.

“How comes your family aren’t here? What happened to them?” She gingerly put the photo frame back on the shelf and headed back to the sofa. Jake’s expression had turned sorrowful.

“My family is missing…I’ve been living alone for a long time now…waiting…”

“How did they disappear?” Oceana questioned as she placed a hand on his; the skin on his hand was smooth.

“I don’t know…I wasn’t with them at the time. I was grounded because I stole £50 from my father’s wallet to buy a part to fix a motorbike secretly with my uncle Chester. They were all out at the cinema and never returned…no sightings…it is like they never existed.” Oceana felt empathetic towards Jake, she knows all to well what it’s like to be separated from loved ones; he has been alone and abandoned for a long time.

Oceana’s eyes landed on a bunch of papers that were spread over the glass table in a messy manner; when a particular drawing caught her attention. She pulled the sketch out from the mess surrounding it and gaped at it. She took a glimpse at Jake and wondered how he had a portrait of Chelsie; someone from her unit.

“Why do you have a sketch of this girl?” She asked trying to hide the shakiness in her voice but, her voice failed her.

Jake took the sketch from Oceana and gave a small smile, “I know her. She is the one I’ve been searching for all this time. My sister, Chelsie Porter. This is how she would look after all these years…”

“How can you be so sure that this is your sister?”

“I have a friend in the police and they have this software that can show you what someone would look like when older or vice versa. He sent me the sketches.” Jake replied.

Oceana took in a deep breath and suddenly felt apprehensive. She turned to face him, inside herself she was nervous, she didn’t know whether she should tell him or not. In the end she decided it was the right thing to do.

“Jake…I need to confess something,” she looked him in the eyes her will strong and unfaltering, “what I have to tell you…it is sincere and isn’t fabricated. Just promise me you won’t get angry?”

Jake was in a bit of a dither regarding the conversation; eventually he nodded his agreement and replied, “I promise.”

“I know your sister, Chelsie. She is part of my unit…” Oceana looked away from him feeling like a bearer of bad news and Jake was completely taken aback by the news.

Unexpectedly, Stone entered the room dressed in a pair of sweatpants. He ambled over to the TV and switched it on.

“Why do you two look so glum? Come on, cheer up you two.” Stone sat down beside Oceana and put his forearm on her shoulder as he stared at the two gloom filled faces. Oceana and Jake continued looking at each other with questioning eyes.

Suddenly a news bulletin appeared on the TV. The female news reporter’s voice filled the living room.

“Last night, a local store was robbed and one suspect took down all security personnel single-handedly. The suspect has been caught on the store’s CCTV footage stealing food, and first aid items. The public is being warned to not approach this suspect, she is considered dangerous.” Stone and Oceana automatically turned their attention to the screen when a picture of the suspect appeared on the TV.

“Remind you of someone we know?” Stone faced Oceana.

“Who is it?” Jake asked.

Oceana paused the bulletin on a still frame of the suspect and she gently took the portrait from Jake and sighed, “look closely at the girl on the TV screen and then look at the drawing. Notice any resemblance?”

Jake’s eyes were focused on the screen and seemed to take in every little detail of the blonde haired girl and his eyes drifted slowly away and saw the sketch. His eyes began to well up.

“It’s her…” He said as he fought back the tears. He knew if he cried now he wouldn’t be able to stop. The tears would flow like a waterfall if they wanted too.

“Me and Stone are going to find her…and bring her back with us, safe and sound.” Oceana said innocently. She and Stone both stood up together as if in sync and began to head towards the exit of the kitchen when Jake stopped them in their tracks.

“Can I come with you?” His eyes were pleading as a new hope awakened within him. A hope of a happy family reunion.

“I don’t think that is such a good idea.” Stone said.

“I think you two are going to need me. I know this place off the back of my hand; also I have transport to get us places.” Jake folded his arms he knew he had made a valid point.

“Jake, you can come with us but, where-ever we tell you to stay put…you stay put. Only me and Stone can convince your sister she isn’t under threat. The moment she sees you…she will attack you.” Oceana avoided his gaze as she said, “I don’t want to see you get hurt.” She turned away as her and the team leader began heading towards the kitchen exit again.

“I promise.” Jake said loud enough making sure Oceana heard. She didn’t stop but, she gave a thumbs up as an agreement as she walked out of sight and the sound of padded footsteps echoed in his ears.


“So what’s the plan?” Stone stepped in Oceana’s path blocking her way into her room.

“I’m guessing she probably hasn’t gone far. So she might be hiding somewhere where no-one can find her.”

“Like somewhere underground?” Stone questioned.

“Correct. Like they taught us. Sewer systems are a great place or abandoned houses or vacant places that haven’t been used in ages.”

“When we are near to her, we will know.” Stone stepped aside and stopped blocking her access into the room, she stepped in and stopped by the bed frame.

“I guess the one good thing that comes from having alien DNA in our system is that when another one is close we get a vibe.” Oceana said.

“I wonder who the first aid items are for? Chelsie didn’t look hurt to me…” Stone went and spread himself across the bed looking up at the perfectly coated ceiling.

Who was driving the crashed Machine?” Oceana asked.


“I think maybe Chelsie found Damien and he might be badly hurt. That’s why she broke into the store. If that’s the case we have to hurry, Stone.”

“Well enough talking then, get ready quick and meet me downstairs!” Stone said as he scrambled off the bed, he left the room and closed the door behind him giving Oceana her privacy. She heard Stone’s bedroom door shut loudly behind him.

“I just hope you are okay, Damien…if anything happened to you…I would never forgive myself…this is all my fault!” Her bottom lip quivered as she bit onto it trying to stop the tears from escaping her…

Well that is chapter 5. What do you think?