Music update :D

New SoundCloud cover!

It didn’t quite turn out the way I wanted it to, but I love singing, therefore, I sing. Anyways, here it is:

Enjoy. ^__^

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Poetry Writing: Attempt 2

The original I wrote in my notebook. During class.

The original I wrote in my notebook. During class.

Confined by these four walls
My mind fights to break through
Unknown forces hold me down
Preventing chances of escape

Suffocation clouds over
My vision goes blurry
The urge to fight back
Fades away slowly

Falling back on the ground
I finally give in
The darkness  is too thick
The forces too grim

My body turns cold
My breath slows down
And as my eyelids closed
I felt a warmth on my arm

With eyes reopened
I stare into your face
I see the smile on your lips
Oh, you look so out of place

Suddenly the darkness seemed to shrink away
Suddenly the forces began to pull away
And as you draw me closer to you
I can feel my heart beat anew

You lifted me to my feet
And showed me the light
The four walls have disappeared
Now everything is bright

I want to dance with you.

slow dance

I want to dance with you.

I want slow piano music in the background. I want my pretty dress to flow as you sway me. I want to feel your arm around me. I want to rest my head on your suit vest. I want to feel the music flow in our every move. I want our heartbeats to synchronize.

I want to see your eyes glow in the dim lights. I want you to move me closer to you as we gently move. I want to see you smile at me and only me. I want to hear you say that I look beautiful. I want to be able to smell the cologne on you. I want to smile back at you. I want to feel my heart skip a beat when you place your cheek on my hair.

I don’t care if others see us. I don’t care if it’s raining outside. I don’t care if the music threatens to cease. I don’t care that these heels will make my feet hurt later. I don’t care that my mouth hurts from constantly grinning at you, because I know yours hurts for the same reason too, and neither of us want to stop.

I want to kiss you. I want to feel the spark from when you kiss me longer than I intended to kiss you. I want to move closer into your arms. I want to feel your love. I want you to feel my love for you.

I want to dance with you.

More music.

So, I know I have my exams going on but I had some free time and so uploaded two more song covers onto Soundcloud. The links to them are as follows:

1. Adele – Someone like you: Just a short cover, the first verse and chorus.

2. Passenger – Let her go: Again, no THE entire song. But this time I just eliminated the last time the chorus is sung.

Enjoy. ^__^

Story writing: Attempt 1.

fight

She blinked in the darkness, her senses heightened for any sign of adversaries. She heard shifting footsteps in the distance. An exhausted sigh escaped her as she turned away from the noise. She had no strength left to fight right then. Not like she had a choice, though. But she stalled as long as possible. Her limbs ached from carrying the heavy rifle, her legs ached from all the running away, her lungs hurt from always panting so hard and her eyes craved the light of day.

She ran away one last time, hoping to rest awhile and maybe revive some her lost energy. Her throat was parched but she ignored it as she made her way up a flight of stairs, aware of the diminishing sound of footsteps. She found a fresh stash of supplies on the fourth floor and walked to the box that had it’s lid slightly ajar. She sat down near the box and exhaled loudly.

Whilst slowly loading her rifle with fresh ammunition, she stared down at herself. She was covered in dirt, filth and gunpowder. Her feet paraded a tattered pair of converse and her long tousled hair decorated her head in all their shabby glory.

Ignoring all of this, she continued to load her weapon- a mundane process which she had repeated countless times in the past few days. Once again, she heard footsteps and she started. The room in which she hid had one door and no windows and running outside didn’t seem like a very bright idea right then. There was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. She mused over the possibility of her bloody end. But she wouldn’t give up without a fight.

She staggered to her feet and clicked her rifle back. She stared into the emptiness of the sordid, dull room, waiting for whoever or whatever was coming. A large hand reached out of nowhere and covered her mouth. A second hand, followed by an arm wrapped itself around her. She let out a muffled scream, wriggling as she did. her rifle fell to the floor, and all her strength dampened into the grip around her. A gunshot fired from the darkness, violently shaking her and the next moment, whatever had held her loosened it’s hold and crumpled to a heap on the floor near her feet. The entire process lasted a little less than a minute.

Frantic with fear, she swivelled around as she stepped away to pick up her rifle. A man lay on the ground where she had been standing, dark blood flowing out of a gunshot wound in his skull. Adrenaline rushed through her a second time when she heard a voice in the dark speak her name. She had been conditioned to remain silent in times of such sudden panic. Screaming would prove to be a fatal reaction. So she aimed her rifle in the direction of the voice and stood against a wall, peering into the dark once more, ready to fire. The voice spoke again.

“Allie, it’s just me, Nate.” came the familiar tone of a friend.

Nate stood a few feet away from her, his hands in the air, a gun in his right hand and a rifle slung across his torso. They stood silent and motionless for a few moments before Allie finally dropped her stance, breathing heavily, relief flooding through her. She ran into Nate’s arms, enveloping him in a deep hug, which he duly returned.

She stepped away and opened her mouth to say something, but was cut short by a series of gunshots fired from an unknown location that lasted exactly seven seconds. It was a sign. It was the sign. The sign that everyone had been waiting for since what seemed like time unmemorable. Allie and Nate ran into the corridor, their rifles fully loaded, exposing themselves to the pestilence that walked around them.

Allie saw familiar faces on every balcony of the horseshoe shaped building. So many of them had survived the trials and trauma. So many of them, just like Allie, smiled on seeing their comrades and friends. So many of them, waiting for this ordeal to end. And now it finally would. They had made it to the end. It would be over soon. Soon, they would be free.

As planned, the enemy was surrounded. Clicking back their rifles one last time, the armada of warriors fired, finishing the battle down to every last foe. Twenty minutes later, they emerged victorious. The sky showed the beginning of a new dawn, an orange streak across the sky. Friends reunited, some mourned over the death of others and some helped the injured survivors. But it was over. They were free now.

“It’s over…” Allie exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Yeah,” Nate replied, taking her hand in his, “Yeah, it is.” He smiled at her and she returned it rather weakly, but genuinely.

A large crowd was waiting to cheer for them as they exited the building.

{This is basically my first attempt at writing a story which I’m ready to make public. The rest of them were all typed and duly deleted with the passage of time. Hopefully, that will not happen anymore.}