Saturday, 29 December 2007

A new story about love!!!



The writer’s head is about to explode.
The writer’s hands shudder on the keyboard.
The writer’s tears flow on the cheeks.
The writer’s lips start to tremble. But yet, no voices are heard.

The writer has been creating two characters. The writer has been working on the creation of these two characters for quite a few months. The writer was thinking that there is no need to waste time on planning the story as the writer’s story was a repetitive and recurring story of love. The writer believed that the story will happen in the same linear narrative way. The writer, then, to create a different piece of art tried to use the techniques for having ‘unforgettable characters’. The writer created two characters: a ‘SHE’ and a ‘HE’. Then the writer typed up the characteristics of SHE as follows:

SHE was born in a family.SHE was fed. SHE was grown up. SHE went to school and university. Now SHE is an educated, talent, beautiful, calming creature.But SHE has a few characteristics that make her different from other people. SHE is very ambitious. SHE wants to attain all her ambitious goals. However, SHE is the notion of love. SHE is the one who gives meaning to love. SHE is the meaning of the writer’s story.

And then the writer wrote the characteristics of HE:

HE was born in family. HE was fed. HE was grown up. HE went to school and university. Now HE is an educated, talent, handsome, gentle creature.But HE has a few characteristics that make him different from other people. HE is very ambitious. HE wants to attain all his ambitious goals. However, HE is the notion of love. HE is the one who gives meaning to love. HE is the meaning of the writer’s story.

And then the writer started the story, just the same as many other stories:Once upon a time there was a SHE and a HE. SHE and HE were both lovely people who fell in love just the same as other creatures fall in love.As soon as the ecstasy of the early romantic days passed, HE and SHE started to get back to their path - the path that was to lead them to their ambitious goals. They had the same Destination, but the pathways were different. SHE told HE to follow her. HE who was thinking of his own goals asked SHE to follow him. The writer was going to finish the story soon, saying that:At the end one of them followed the other and they lived together happily ever after. Now it is the end of the story. The writer expects to have a romantic, happy ending story of love.
But the writer’s head is about to explode.
The writer’s hands shudder on the keyboard.
The writer sweats. The writer’s forehead is wet of sweat. The writer’s body is cold.
The writer is shaking. The writer’s tears flow on the cheeks. The writer’s lips start moving. The writer cries: “No, don’t do that. Please don’t”.
There was something that was stopping the writer of typing these last sentences. What was wrong? The characters that the writer had created were really strong from every aspect. The writer is thinking what it is that stops the writer’s hands of typing. And the writer makes a guess:“It can’t be possible. These two characters are not listening to me. They do not want to do what I want them to do. HE and SHE are just doing whatever they wish. They do not want to end it as all other romances. But they are not allowed. They should do what ii say. I am the writer and they are my creatures.”

The writer thinks and thinks and thinks.
“Maybe I can change their ambitions.”
“Maybe I should change their whole character. But then there will not be anything special in my story.”
“Maybe I should let them do what they want and after a while they may find out that they should go back together, and then they’ll do so.”
“But I can’t hold the ending. It should not be pending. The readers want to see what happens.”
Then the writer decides to change some of the characteristics of HE and SHE.The writer takes away all their ambitions and tells them: “look my dear creatures; I will keep your ambitions with me. You may not have them back unless you understand the value of love that you were gifted. When you learn not to sacrifice love for anything else, then I will start the second volume of your story. There you will have your ambitions back to carry on.”

The writer was happy. The writer typed the last sentences: ‘HE and SHE tried to fight with whatever that would separate them andthey lived happily ever after.’The write thought: “so that’s why all love stories are the same. Hmmm…’

No Title, Got it?

IT is yesterday now.
It is my friend and I sitting on a bench by a stinky river- Beautiful anyway. There is this red light shining at the top of this large tower infront of us on the other side of this stinky river.

OK? Got the situation now?

Now, my friend says: 'Do you know what that red light is for?' I say: 'uhoom.' 'go on then, tell me.' she replies. 'thats my room. our room. I know he is home because the light is on. we have a red light in our room.' I said quite exited. She says: 'Oo dear me! It is too high. do you have elevators to get up there?' I laugh. She lookes at me amazed. I know what she is thinking about. Poor thingy.

It is today now.
It is us in our room at the top of this large tower. We are bored.The room has four walls, all dirty white. And there is this window and a door. There is also this red light here.

OK? Got the situation now?

Now, it is me sitting bored and it is him standing thoughtful. Now it is me who says: 'what are you thinking about?' and it is him who replies: 'hmmm'. I say: 'what?' He says: ' you know this window is locked, I wanna get out of here.' I say: ' Oooo, so you wanna get out of the hell. OK, here... the door is open.' and I show him the door. Now it is him who is Laughing. I say: 'what?' He says: ' I wanna get out of here through this window, OK?' I say: ' you wanna get out of the hell, so get out of the hell through this door. OK?' He says: 'I said out of here, not out of the hell.' I am laughing now.

He finds this only tool that we have in our room. Remember what it is? the red light I mean. He takes it and throw it to the window. The window breaks. Not the window itself. The window glass.

OK? Got the situation now?

Then he says: ' I'm going, are you coming?' I say: ' You wanna jump out to that hell? u wanna kill you?' He says: ' I'm off, but you listen now, these walls may kill you in a while, ok? goodbye now.'

He jumps out. I run towards the window. Looking down. He shouts: 'heyyyy, I'm up here.' WHAT? OOOoooo, he is flying.

HE LEFT.

It is tomorrow now.
It is me sitting in our room alone. I am bored. There is this cold wind coming in through the broken window. Remember he crashed the light to the window glass? It is dark then.

OK? Got the situation now?

It is me deciding to leave. I go towards the door. I open it. Then I close it. Then I go towards the window. You know what i'm gonna do? YES. jumping out. I say: 'goodbye my li'lle room.' And I jump out.

OOOOOoooo, Wooooooooowwwww. I'm flying. HAH? Why am I flying down? I'm getting closer and closer to this BMW in the parking area. I always loved this BMW.........OAAAACH .

It is the day after tomorrow now.

It is me deep asleep hugging this BMW. There are these so many of people around me and these police officers and this ambulance amber lights flashing. These nurses run towards me and seperate me from this BMW. I feel no pain. These nurses turn me and put me on this bed that they have. The one with these four wheels. you know which one I mean? Ok then. And then...

yeah, It is raining. I open my eyes. I see him up there in the sky looking at me and crying. OK? Got the situation now?