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Hi there!

I'm back with... poems. and this is new for me. i mean those three poems are the first ones i've tried to write. and i wrote them just after a friend of mine died...

The thing is i dnt know if i should stick to stories, or can i try with poems again??! well, read them, and please tell me how you find them. if they aren't good, say so. but if they are good, say so too!!

Anyway, waiting for your comments...

Arzeena

Why?

Tears, tears and tears

Why do you cry,

When she wouldn’t want you to.

Years, years and years

Years will go by

And yet, we will feel the same.

Why, why, why?

That’s a question

That so many have asked.

But the answer to it,

Do you have it?

Or you?

You, you… or you???

Gone, gone, gone

Bone weary we all are

For we continue to ask that same question

To ourselves, to everyone,

Why?

Or more to the point,

Why HER???

Don't even dare...

A death, for a birth

You die

A baby somewhere

Is born.

A life is taken

A life is given.

But beware

As all goes as per God’s wishes.

And don’t even dare,

To even think

Of going against them.

Why is that so?

Shh!

Didn’t I tell you

Not to even

Think it?!

Isn’t it strange?

Isn’t it strange,
How things change
From one day to another,
Just like the weather?

Sometimes you see a rainbow
After the sky has opened
And cried tears of sorrow.
Or were they tears of joy?
Then you feel like you want to bow
Or dance, or why not even fly!

hey hey! ; )

Hey people!

How're you all doin'?

Well, i hope you like the two stories i posted until now. If you've read them, please post your comments, i'd really like to know what you think abt them.
You can be critical as well, i won't mind, in fact i'd like it if you find faults here and there, it'll help me become better!
Of course, dnt find soooooooo many faults that i have to rethink the whole story!!!

Anyway, waitin' for ur comments,
'til later...

Arzeena

Phantasy Land

Holly Darssy opened her eyes, and saw the ocean, and creatures of the sea; some fish here, some starfishes there, a few mermaids playing. She sighed and stretched her arms above her head. A big yawn escaped her mouth. Putting her hands in front of her mouth, she said, “Oops!”
She gazed at the ceiling of her bedroom. She really loved it. It made you feel as though you were really in the deep waters, frolicking with those sea creatures.
She jumped out of bed and humming to herself went into the bathroom. No one was up yet and wouldn’t be for some time so she took all her time, to brush her teeth, and then take her shower. She took her bath by herself now, she was a big girl.
She always woke up before everyone as she loved to go for a walk in the small woodland just beside her home. It was a private one, that’s why her mom let her go by herself. Afterwards, as she was already ready for school she just had her breakfast and then her dad dropped her off to school.

But let’s talk about her walks in the woods. She just loved that part of her day – but not just that part, actually she loved the whole day, and the nights too! But that’s for later. About her morning walks well, they were just super.
She always took a small basket with her, so that she could keep whatever thing she saw that interested her. It could be anything. A leaf; its shape could be queer, meaning that it was special. Perhaps the tree from which it had fallen didn’t like it because it wasn’t like all the other leaves, a sort of Ugly Leaf – like the Ugly Duckling, you know! So she kept it, because she thought that everything that was different was special – well, everything was special in its own way, but being different made it even more so, that’s what she thought anyway…
Sometimes it was a stone; she particularly liked white stones. She had collected lots of those, because she thought that they could help someday. If she had to go somewhere she didn’t really know, she could let the small stones drop at intervals, so that she could find her way back home! She got that idea from a story her mom had read her one night before she went to sleep. In the story, the little boy didn’t have time to go search for white stones the second time his parents had taken his brothers and him in the forest, so he had taken bread. But birds ate the pieces of bread and he couldn’t find his way back. That’s why Holly had picked lots and lots of white stone. Well, not that she wanted to get lost or anything!
Today she found a small red, spotted with white, mushroom. It was really sort of cute, so she put it in her basket for her to put away with her treasure trove when she went back home. Holly looked at the mushroom and thought to herself: what if she ate a piece of it, would she become a giant or smaller even than a dwarf?! Alice had done it, but Holly couldn’t remember which side of the mushroom did what. So, better not chance it!
She walked some more then not finding anything that was that interesting to pick, she decided to return. As she opened the back door that led to the kitchen, she could hear her family inside. Her mother was most probably making pancakes; it was Tuesday, and on Tuesdays it was always pancakes for breakfast. She put her basket down, and removed her coat.
“Hello mom, hello dad!” said Holly, and went to kiss each of her loving parents.
“Hello honey. How was your walk this morning?” asked her mom as she scooped a couple of pancakes on Holly’s plate.
“Oh, it was very nice, thanks mom! I found a small red and white mushroom… I’ll show it to you –”
“Holly, eat your pancakes. You’ll show it to your mom later, O.K? I have to go out a little earlier today, so you’ll have to be quick today, Hol,” said her father gently.
“All right dad. Sorry mom, I’ll show it to you later.”
Her mom looked at her fondly, her eyes full of love: “It’s O.K my darling. Now finish up your breakfast…”


Holly dropped a kiss on her dad’s cheek: “See you tonight daddy.”
Her father looked until she was safely inside the school premises then drove off.
As soon as Holly entered the gates, she spotted her friends, who were playing near the small fountain. She had known them since kindergarten, which at seven seemed quite a lot, but actually wasn’t! She liked them a whole lot, and shared all that happened in her small life, which wasn’t much – that is in real life but in her head, she had sooooo many adventures! She could be anyone, anything, from another person, to a mermaid, to a bird, to a butterfly… And she always told her friends about the small adventures she had, and sometimes they all even made up an adventure for them all to have.
If something got lost in her classroom, she would tell them it was probably stolen, or there was some kind of mystery behind the said disappearance. And that would make all those small wheels, in their small heads, turn, and turn like mad, to try to discover the robber, or find the ‘stolen’ thing!
They were a group of friends who always had something to do at recess; they were never still, forever running here and there, forever inventing stories…
But they worked too. It wouldn’t do for them to bring bad results back home! Holly particularly liked the “Drawing & Painting Classes”. No wonder, since she could use her imagination to the full! Sometimes she drew something she had seen when doing her walk in the morning, sometimes she would just take something that was trotting around in her head and put it beautifully on paper. She drew really well for a seven year old.
She even told her mom that when she really knew how to draw and paint, she would make a scene like the one on her ceiling, only it would be on the walls of her bedroom and it would be a woodland scene. She would put in tiny sparkling fairies who would fly around her room and make her dream of wonderful, magical worlds…


“Oueeeeeeehhhhhh!!!” Holly screeched joyfully, as she went up…up…up, and then dooooowwwwwnnnnnnn! “Higher, Nessa, higher!”
Nessa pushed her harder, and closing her eyes, Holly imagined she would be able to fly if she let go of the swing. But of course she didn’t do anything of the sort! Just in her head; she might be seven but she wasn’t a fool or crazy or anything!
It was recess time and her friends and she were playing. Today was a rather quiet day; nothing extraordinary or out of the ordinary had happened: no stolen thing, no nothing…
But it didn’t matter, as she loved to just be with her friends. And to be playing and just to be free! She was still very young but she knew that a lot of children didn’t have the same chance as her: to have loving parents, sometimes to even have parents, not to be beaten, to be protected… and being free, free to do anything she wanted…
“Holly, come on it’s my turn now. Get down!”
Holly opened her eyes, and sighing said: “Oh, ok…”
She got down, and Joanna proposed to push Nessa, so Holly went to sit down on a nearby bench and watched her friends.

“Bye Ania! See you tomorrow!” Holly shouted from the car. She had just dropped off Ania, another of her friends. Her mom hadn’t been able to come fetch her from school so she had phoned Holly’s dad to ask him to take Ania home. They often did that. If dad couldn’t come, then she went home with any one of her friends’ parents. She felt that it was nice to be so close that you could count on any friend at any time, for anything.
“So, how was your day?” Mr. Darssy asked his daughter.
“Oh, it was really nice as usual…” Holly began, and it was only when they entered the front door at home that she finished telling her dad of every little thing that had happened at school that day.
And then she began again… but with her mom this time!


Holly moved until she got really comfortable, then turned her head towards her mom: “G’night mommy…”
“Goodnight honey. Sweet dreams…’
Holly thought of the sea creatures that were watching over her. She hoped she would meet them in her dreams. Well, she hoped she would have a wonderful dream and not that awful nightmare she sometimes got. But she got it only when her day hadn’t been good or if she was ill, which she wasn’t.
Blink.
So, meaning she would…blink…perhaps dream of…blink…her sea creatures…yawn…or fairies…or…blink…or…
And Holly’s eyes finally closed.
Goodnight Sleeping Beauty…


This was a day in Holly’s Phantasy Land, where anything, anywhere can happen. Wouldn’t it be nice to sometimes forget reality, and dream? Because I think, that a person without dreams, or at least one dream, is dead (though not physically, of course!). He’s like a zombie wandering on this earth… Thinking positively is a good way to start. So if you’re dying, reach up to the stars, to your life… start dreaming…

Finished on: 05/09/05

The Gift

In memory of a friend,
Who was taken from us…

Verity was feeling so tired. But she had to finish that project. Oh, why had she foolishly decided to work on her bed! Now she felt so very tired, and her pillow was near at hand, so why not…
“Just a few seconds. Just to rest my eyes… a few seconds that’s all…” she thought.
Her eyelids drooped until they closed completely.

She could feel a cool breeze on her face and stirring her hair – hair that had at times been streaked blond and even flaming red, but which was now its natural colour, a dark brown. She herself, felt like she weighed little more than a feather. She felt like was floating…
Slowly, slowly, she opened her eyes. At first she couldn’t register what she was seeing. But then, after squeezing her eyes shut for a second, they flew open again. Green eyes swept her surroundings in great confusion but also wonder.

Fluffy white clouds, light everywhere – where was she? And those persons – who were they? They were dressed all in white, and oh God! They had wings!

“Yes,” a voice said out of nowhere.

Huh! Who said that? She was beginning to hear voices now! What was happening to her? Was she dreaming? Yeah, probably…
“I said that, and no, you’re not dreaming.”
“You who?” asked Verity, very much perplexed and confused. The ‘angels’ had gone out of her head for a moment but now she noticed them again and exclaimed: “And who are they?”
“These are my angels, and you said ‘Oh God’, so here I am, answering you.”
“Oh – my – God!”
“Yes”
“Oh! Stop it! What’s that? Some kind of joke? Ha. Ha. Really funny. Guys come on out now. I’ve found you out. Your costumes are – WOW!”
“No. This is no joke. You’re really seeing and hearing all of this. And…you’re really floating.”
“What?!!”
She looked down and oh G- Oh Gosh! – no ‘oh God’ this time! – she was floating!
“Stop laughing!... Oops giving orders to God… but who would’ve thought God had a sense of humour,” she muttered to herself.
“I heard that.”
“God hears all, God sees all, I’d forgotten that,” she thought.
“That too!”
Verity took a deep breath – this was a dream, no a nightmare, no…oh whatever – she sighed it out.
“Just…tell me. Am I…am I…?”
“Dead?”
“Y-yes?” she said in a small voice.

“I said that, and no, you’re not dreaming.”
“You who?” asked Verity, very much perplexed and confused. The ‘angels’ had gone out of her head for a moment but now she noticed them again and exclaimed: “And who are they?”
“These are my angels, and you said ‘Oh God’, so here I am, answering you.”
“Oh – my – God!”
“Yes”
“Oh! Stop it! What’s that? Some kind of joke? Ha. Ha. Really funny. Guys come on out now. I’ve found you out. Your costumes are – WOW!”
“No. This is no joke. You’re really seeing and hearing all of this. And…you’re really floating.”
“What?!!”
She looked down and oh G- Oh Gosh! – no ‘oh God’ this time! – she was floating!
“Stop laughing!... Oops giving orders to God… but who would’ve thought God had a sense of humour,” she muttered to herself.
“I heard that.”
“God hears all, God sees all, I’d forgotten that,” she thought.
“That too!”
Verity took a deep breath – this was a dream, no a nightmare, no…oh whatever – she sighed it out.
“Just…tell me. Am I…am I…?”
“Dead?”
“Y-yes?” she said in a small voice.
“You are dead, yes.”
All the air went out of her, as if she had got a kick in the solar plexus. It’s like she was only now realizing the meaning of all this.
She gasped in air for a moment. Then the tears were rolling down her cheeks and she said: “No…no. Can’t be true. I’m not ready. I’ve enjoyed life ‘til now. But I want to do other things. I want to marry, have children… so many things, so many things…”
Then it was like the fight went out of her, she just stayed like that, head bent…

After a moment, Verity felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see one of the angels. It – or rather she – had a kind face, kind eyes that held a lot of sympathy.
The angel: “I know it’s difficult at the beginning. It’s never easy to learn that you’re dead. But you have to accept it. It was your destiny to die, and so you did…”
“B…but I wasn’t… I wasn’t ready…” Verity stammered.
“We are never ready. Though sometimes some people say that they don’t fear death or that they are ready to die, when they do die, they feel frightened or say that they didn’t want it to happen so soon. So you see…”
“I’m still young, I –”
“Verity,” the angel, stopped her gently, “Why don’t you let me show you where you have come to. You’ll see for yourself that you’ve come to a wonderful world…O.K?”
Verity didn’t say anything, just looked down at her feet, lost in her own world – or more accurately in the world she had just left. The angel touched her chin to make her look up and then said: “Now, dry those tears, and come. You’ll have such a magical time that you’ll be “aux anges” as the French say!!!”

That got a smile from Verity, a small one, but a smile nonetheless.
“Oh! I forgot to introduce myself. You must be constantly referring to me as ‘the angel’ in you head, huh!? Well, I’m Aria!”
“I’ll not say: ‘nice to meet you’, because I’m not… I mean it’s nice… but…” Verity stammered to a stop.
“I know what you mean yes,” Aria said gently.
“I’m V – ”
“Verity, I know!”
“Oh! That’s right, you’d know…” Verity said a little glumly.
“Oh no! None of this. I don’t want to see that face anymore. Come on, I’ll introduce you to some of the other angels – just some of them, because there are so many of them – anyway… just see for yourself!”
And Verity was swept off her feet – literally – to the other angels, who welcomed her with open arms… and wings!

Wow! So many beautiful things in only one place! There was that vast, vast orchard, green everywhere and oh! all those fruits, some she had never eaten, or for that matter even seen, or knew existed. And she got to taste some of them, and hmmmm! they were just so de-li-cious! There was that one fruit – she didn’t know its name – when she sank her teeth in its flesh, honey began to drip out of it! It was so good that she ate two. Two! You’d say it wasn’t a lot, but it wasn’t a small fruit, it was a really big one, and fleshy at that!
Then she drank. Just where do you that was? In rivers!! Yeah there were rivers of milk, honey and wine! Verity didn’t ask questions this time. She was in heaven, anything could exist. She tried to see the source of the rivers, but couldn’t see any. They just came out of nowhere.

It was at least a few years since she’d drunk milk. She drank mostly coffee, tea or juice… or water of course! But now she drank a little from the Milk River and it was so good. It made her think back to her childhood.
Then she drank some of the wine. Just a little of it made her head swim, so potent it was.
“Mary Sue would have just loved this. A river of wine!” she said laughingly. But then the smile faded from her face.
Instead of making her forget, the wine had made her remember why she was really here.
She was dead.
She would never see the persons she loved again; her parents, her friends, her boyfriend, even her teachers… never to see them again, never… or at least until they died themselves…

“Oh-oh! I don’t like that face,” Aria exclaimed.
“Aria, I’m not going to see them for so much time…” Verity said, a sad, sad look in her eyes.
Aria knew whom she was talking about, of course. She took Verity’s hand and said: “Come.”
Verity didn’t have time to utter a single word that they were flying. Then she saw that they weren’t in the Garden of Eden anymore. In fact she could see her home.
“Wh –?”
“You’re still dead. You can see them, but they cannot see you,” Aria said as she led Verity to the window that was on the living-room side of the house.
There was a light shining. Then she saw her: her mother. She was reading, with a cup of tea on the side table, a contented smile on her face, not doubting for a moment that her daughter was dead. Then, Aria took her to one of her good friends’ homes. At Lila’s house, Verity saw that the latter was on the phone; she wasn’t talking but muttering something.
“What is she muttering?” Verity thought to herself.
“She’s saying: ‘Pick it up. Come on Verity, pick up the phone. Oh! Perhaps she’s already asleep. I’ll see her tomorrow…”

Verity stood frozen for a moment, and then the dam broke. She couldn’t believe she was not going to see her friends now.
Aria didn’t say anything, just took her back. When they arrived back in heaven, Verity just wandered off on her own. At one point she began to feel tired – she was dead, yet still felt tired. Weird, huh!? But that’s how she felt. She lied down under a giant of a tree with golden leaves, and a few minutes later, fell in a deep slumber…

Verity could hear the rain falling.
Her cheeks were wet. Had she been outside?
No.
The roof was leaking then.
No.
They were her own tears, she realized.
She’d slept longer than she’d intended. And…she’d had a dream, but she couldn’t remember it.
She just got the feeling, that somehow, she’d just been given the ‘gift’ of more time…

Finished on:
12/04/05

Intro!!

Hi!

This a new thing for me! First time i'm getting a sort of website. But i hope you'll like it. i'll be posting a few of my stories, and let's just hope it'll be worth your time to visit my "website"!!! ;)

Uh, well let me introduce myself, ok!?!

Arzeena from Mauritius. I'll be 18 in a month's time. I just looooovvvve to write. But first came my loving for reading, of course!
What i like to do: hang out with my friends, sing (at home), and lots of things...

Well, we'll get to 'know' each other as the days pass by...

You can also visit writesight .com, and search for my name, you'll get other stories there too. i'll try to put different stories there and here, so you can get a variety, but that'll have to wait a little as don't have many finished stories; that is to say that i have many stories but they are not finished yet!

So, see ya

Arzeena