Intoxi'Kath'ing Whispers

It is way past midnight. You are holed up in your room, rushing through your class assignments or work brought back from the office. Your eyes move from keyboard to monitor, from monitor to papers as your hands type away at the keyboard. All you hear is the noise the air-conditioner makes in your room. You are totally engrossed in your work, when suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, something moved. You stop whatever you are doing and turn to see what moved. You scrutinize your room, paying especially close attention to the corner of your bed at which you saw the movement. Nothing. So you dismiss it with a shrug as something because "you are too tired". You turn back to concentrate on your work, telling yourself to not be so silly and get distracted by childish notions of "monsters under your bed". You step back into momentum as your work begins to shape up with no further distractions. But suddenly, out of the corner of your eye, something moves ag...

It was as dark as night. Not a sound was heard, except the occasional crickets serenading the sleeping humans. She parked her car and got out of it quickly. Twice, she had heard of people being robbed right on that neighbourhood street. Carrying her handbag and laptop bag on one arm, she slammed the car driver's door using her right elbow and walked towards her rented apartment in tight, tense steps. A sudden gust of cold wind blew. Crumpled newspapers and aluminium tin cans rolled across the street in front of her. A dog howled somewhere in one of the backlanes. She felt chilled to the bone and quickened her footsteps. Suddenly, something caught her eye. There was a movement in front of her, hidden among the black shadows. She stopped dead track in her steps. Her heart began thumping in her ears. Trying to stay calm, she peered into the darkness, while reaching for her pepper spray in her handbag. The movement, as in sensing her presence, stopped m...

   She woke up early today at 6 am. She had to hit snooze a few times before she finally sat up in bed, with her hair tousled and eyes that could barely open. It was hard getting out of bed. Her bed which was as warm as toast compared to the slightly chilly temperature as her feet touched the wooden parquet floor.    Groaning, she walked around her room in the dark, searching for something to tie up her hair in before heading into the darkly lit bathroom. 20 minutes later, she felt and looked slightly refreshed. Looking into her dressing mirror, she observed the darkening eye circles appearing under her eyes. Shrugging to herself, she put on her glasses and got ready to leave the house.    It was an early Saturday morning, with less cars on the roads at that time. The 30 minute drive was as enjoyable as could be as she cruised along the road without a care in the world. In her back seat was a bundle of chrysanthemum flowers, neatly wrapped and p...

A continuation from this. The Piano Room . (contniued...) "Don't cry. It'll be over in just a few days." He said. "You can do it. I know you can. Hey, you're not you for nothing you know." Then he hugged me tightly. I lifted my head up to look at him. His left thumb reached up to my face and wiped away the tears that ran down my cheeks. First the left side then the right side. If I looked like a dork after crying, he either did not notice it or just pretended not to. I looked deeply into his eyes and smiled gratefully. Standing up, he patted my right shoulder as I resumed the proper sitting position of a pianist. "I'll let you practise somemore. I'll be in the lounge if you should ever need me." He said and smiled that affectionate smile of his which I always loved. He then turned and walked out of the piano room. Feeling renewed, focused and determined again, I poured out all my heart and soul into practice for that day. Days p...

I hurriedly rushed to our uni's music block that day. I needed to practice a piece for the upcoming music performance, held in conjunction with the opening anniversary of the uni's music block. I headed straight for piano practice room 6. He had promised to meet me there. But upon opening the door, the room was empty, as expected. I switched on the lights and entered the white-washed room. There, in the middle of the room, stood the Music Room Grand Model B in polished black. I walked slowly toward it and lifted the shiny cover. The red velvet cloth was neatly folded and put aside. Gently, I slid my fingers across the ivory and ebony keys. They were cool to the touch and a thrill of unexplained exhilaration passed through me. Quickly, I took out my music score and laid it on the stand. And in no time at all, my fingers were deftly running and jumping across the keys as beautiful music filled the room which I was in. Beautiful to me that is, until the door opened and he walk...

I thought I had it all... I really did until that incident occurred. Now, I have lost all hope in life. I think that life is no longer worth living. What for, I ask myself. To suffer? To be slaves for another? Answering to his every beck and call. No! I do not want it to be that way. I do not want to live that way. I want to be free! I want my freedom. No strings attached. Just me, and my wings. So that I will be able to fly up to the skies and leave this mess down here below. But how long till I get there? I have decided to quicken that process. I laugh to myself silently as I peel the sealed rectangular silver packing open. Inside, the sharp blade glistened, beckoning to me. Carefully I take it out and examined it. I can see my reflection upon it. My hair, my face, my fake smile. I can see the haunted look in my eyes that has been there for years. I can see my jawbones protruding out., which gives my facial features a harsher look. As if in a daze, I walk into the ba...