Thursday, August 28, 2008
(Fender) Generic Storyline; Part 2
"Concentrate!" Oded barks, causing me to lose control of my ball of gravity, sending it hurling towards a large boulder and decimating into nothingness.

The quarry is littered with holes of varying sizes, once beautiful rock formations. Yet, strangely enough, there are evidences of shattered rocks. Just well-smoothed holes that look as though they'd been there since forever.

"Sorry," I utter a quick apology, then set to work on creating another ball, "I'm trying my hardest! Why can't I have gotten something less destructive like, creating flowers out of nowhere or even talking to animals? This sucks!"

Oded sighs, then calmly explains, "You might not think that this is a useful power, but in time, it will be. Do you think that a Psychic's ability does not have it's side effects? If anything, a violent power has one with the least consequences. There will be times when violence will be needed, and your destructive power will be helpful, then."

I try to shrink the bowling ball-sized gravity field into the size of my palm. The translucent edges shimmer and vibrate, threatening to explode at any moment, but it shrinks. Slightly.

"Then, what does your healing ability take from you?" I ask, keeping an eye on my handiwork.

There is an odd silence, then Oded speaks, "It drains my lifeforce."

My eyes widen. I break my gravity ball, then turn around to face Oded, "What?!"

Oded sits down on the rocky floor of the quarry. Pats the ground next to him, and I take it as my cue to sit next to him. He takes my right hand, palm up, and examines the cut I got a while back, while climbing down the rocks. It's not bleeding anymore, but it still stings whenever I try to curl up my hand.

He puts his left hand on my palm, and closes his eyes, concentrating. There is a faint glow coming from between our hands, it feels warm. I can feel my cut healing up, the skin growing back together.

Then Oded raises his right hand, and shows his palm to me. A wound that looks exactly like the one I had is carving itself into his palm, cut by an unseen force! A few drops of his blood drips onto his torn and faded jeans. I try to pull my hand away, but Oded holds tight. He is smiling, unfazed by the pain.

Then, amazingly, his cut starts to heal as well! I watch with curious horror as the skin stitches itself together, and soon the cut has faded away, leaving smooth skin once more. Oded lets go of my hand, and I see that my palm has healed as well.

I gape at him in astonishment, I never knew that that was what truly happened when Oded healed people. But Oded only smiles sadly.

"Now you know."

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Tuesday, August 26, 2008
(Tyson_v7) Love Charm; Part 1
"Hey have you heard of a charm? Just have a picture of your loved ones on the wallpaper of your mobile phone secretly without her knowing and she will be yours"

That's a charm I heard when I was a primary school kid. At that time it was just kiddy love. I mean kids telling and confessing that they love each other. Some worked some well... Let's just say a bad experience from it. Especially when you slapped by a girl on valentine's day for just saying three words. " I love You".

Well now I graduated from primary school and moving on to secondary school. My school is quite a distance so I must take train to school. Everyday it's the same old story.. Jump down the stairs. Diving into the train's door so that you would not miss the train. Due to all this you would conclude one thing: Life sucks. I mean it's like wasting a day at school feeling bored, alone.

One day I saw a striking beauty rushing into the train's door. Usually that's me but well there's always someone else to do that too. She was so pretty. A beautiful face, smile and not too mention a great body shape too. It feels like my heart was being shot by an arrow. It was almost like love at the first sight. And that's not all. The uniform she was wearing, it's from, my school. How could I have missed that? I would like to approach her but I'm shy. I thought we probably would not meet each other again. So it remained that way. She was so silent. So am I.

Then next day. there she was again. My heart pounded fiercely at her presence. I was using my phone when something struck my mind. Why don't I try the charm? Although the chances of it working are very slim but who knows? If God loves me, he could make our destinies clashed with each other. And you never know what the ending might be. So with perfect accuracy and without her looking of course I snap a photo with my phone. A perfect shot. Her photo is so majestic as it shows her beauty.

Then we reached our station. and later reached the school. The first half of the day was boring as usual. I felt asleep and well was punished to stand on my chair. Embarassing you might say but what is even more embarassing is that you fall asleep while standing and fell down the chair because of it. Everyone burst out laughing.

Then recess time... I really thought there was no one there in the class. So I take a look at the girl's picture. What am I doing? I don't even know her name. And yet I am keeping a photo of her. Than suddenly..

" Wow is that Meyrin from class 3-2? Wow someone here is a stalker" , exclaimed Lina.

" I'm not a stalker..." I said.

Well since she knows who that girl is the picture of my phone, I might as well tell her that I like her since all actions of trying to cover the truth is failing. She said she know her since they are in the same extra cocuricular activities, Choir. Lina said she might be able to help me with this problem of mine. I don't know it that is a good thing or bad thing. Oh and suprisingly she knows about the charm too. It is weird to know that such charm spread so far. Oh and who knows. Lina might have kept a picture of her loved one too in her phone. I would love to take a peek into her phone sometime.

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Sunday, August 24, 2008
(Fender) Generic Storyline; Part 1
(Okay, since I don't see anyone starting... I guess I should just start. For fun. In case everyone's waiting for someone to start a story.)

My name is River Ainsworth. I'm fifteen years old, with shoulder-length locks of auburn and aquamarine eyes. Mom told me that she named me so because I was born in a hospital near a river, but I'd like to think that it's because of my eyes. My name wouldn't really make sense otherwise, would it? But none of that really matters now, since I can't talk to Mom to ask her again anymore. I killed her a six months ago.

Nobody knows what exactly happened. There was no corpse to be found. Not even a shred of clothing. Even I am not sure what happened. All I knew was that I had a head-splitting migraine, moaning as my head felt like it was being crushed. Mom by my side, trying to comfort me.

And suddenly she was gone. Along with half the house.

I knew that I had caused the explosion. I just didn't know how. But now I do. I'm what Oded calls a Psychic. There's a bunch of us all around the world, either trying to maintain a life of normalcy or for the lucky few, utilising their abilities to help other people. Like Oded. He can heal wounds. Cure sicknesses with a touch.

And me? I cause explosions. Well, to be more specific, I create condensed balls of gravity, which disintegrate everything they touch. Sort of like black holes, I guess.

Oded says most Psychics have more than one ability, sometimes up to four or five. And now that my first "power" has manifested itself, the rest should appear soon. In the meantime, though, Oded's training me. Teaching me how to control my power, so that I don't accidentally blow people up, like I did with Mom.

But instead of learning how to bottle up the power, I'm learning how to vary the size of the gravity field. So that, just in case the ability flares up again, I can at least minimize the damage. I'm doing pretty well so far... I think.

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