Greetings, everyone!
The Young Scriptor Club are happy to announce the three winners of the Horror Story Writing Contest! These lucky three winners received an invitation to APB's Night of Excellence two nights ago to receive their prizes in front of many LG220 and LG221 students and lecturers. We thank those who have submitted their stories for this contest, and to those who did not get what they wish for, please try harder next time!
The winners are as follows:
1st Place: Nur Jalilah binti Abdul Aziz (LGB5D)
2nd Place: Azhann Rosmin (LGB3A)
3rd Place: Nur Amanina Abd. Aziz (LGB1A)
Congratulations again! The YSC would like to remind everyone here about the two competitions that are still running until the 4th March, 2012. Please submit your entries to youngscriptorclub@gmail.com to have the chance in getting more awesome prizes!
Have a nice day.
Monday 12 December 2011
Monday 28 November 2011
[ST] The Show
Name : Azhann Rosmin
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : The Show
Word Count : 1900 words
Category : Story
No one – not even his very own mother – knew what had befallen Rick Evans that night. The policemen searched his room to no avail and with rehearsed tones did they say to her, “We couldn’t find him, ma’am.”
Rick was a teenage boy with an addiction to ghost stories. He found the feeling of being scared silly by these paranormal experiences and fiction tantalizing. To an extent, he never found himself not wishing he could experience the things the people on those stories do. He kept wishing he did. And by some unnatural means, he got what he wished for.
It was late at the night. Rick was alone in his bedroom with his laptop propped neatly in front of him on the floor. He was on one of those sites where people would post their personal experiences with the occult and the paranormal. He was shaking a little but he liked it. He enjoyed it like some kind of exhilarating drug.
He was on his 7th story of the night and as he finished reading the last sentence (usually the scariest one), he shuddered and grinned. He left the lights off of the room earlier to add to the frights he would get. He didn’t worry. He wasn’t even afraid of the dark. He should have.
The most recent story he read was about cats and mirrors. He found out that cats have similar eyesight to human beings. But they have numerous extra receptors. This leads them to be able to see almost clearly in darkness as they see in a brightly lit room. This superior sense adds to many others that makes cats close-to-perfect predators.
The post continued about mirrors – of how they reflect the images of us and at times show things that are not to our liking. ‘Are they really?’ was the first among a few questions enlisted in the post. Are mirrors actually showing us what we see? Rick remembered reading one post about how a man tried to wipe off a fingerprint from his bathroom mirror. Upon the end of his unsuccessful wipes, only then he found out that it was imprinted on the other side. That post made him go frightful every time he faced a mirror. But again, he liked it.
The post questioned its readers whether have they tried making a cat look straight into a mirror before. When tried, cats usually avert their gazes away from the mirrors. “Ever wondered why?” it asked.
There seemed to be whispers and talk about how cats can see things through mirrors, the post continues. -Rick was half excited when reading this - But scientists all over claimed that cats only dislike the reflection caused when light bounces off the mirrors – in regards to their predatory sight. As so, the claim that cats can ‘see’ was shrugged off.
Rick thought about it. He tried making one of his cats look into a mirror once before but in a playful manner – never serious. He decided, while he was thinking about the post, that he wanted to try again and wait and see of what might happen. Maybe a ghost would show itself, he wished. He shouldn’t have.
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : The Show
Word Count : 1900 words
Category : Story
No one – not even his very own mother – knew what had befallen Rick Evans that night. The policemen searched his room to no avail and with rehearsed tones did they say to her, “We couldn’t find him, ma’am.”
Rick was a teenage boy with an addiction to ghost stories. He found the feeling of being scared silly by these paranormal experiences and fiction tantalizing. To an extent, he never found himself not wishing he could experience the things the people on those stories do. He kept wishing he did. And by some unnatural means, he got what he wished for.
It was late at the night. Rick was alone in his bedroom with his laptop propped neatly in front of him on the floor. He was on one of those sites where people would post their personal experiences with the occult and the paranormal. He was shaking a little but he liked it. He enjoyed it like some kind of exhilarating drug.
He was on his 7th story of the night and as he finished reading the last sentence (usually the scariest one), he shuddered and grinned. He left the lights off of the room earlier to add to the frights he would get. He didn’t worry. He wasn’t even afraid of the dark. He should have.
The most recent story he read was about cats and mirrors. He found out that cats have similar eyesight to human beings. But they have numerous extra receptors. This leads them to be able to see almost clearly in darkness as they see in a brightly lit room. This superior sense adds to many others that makes cats close-to-perfect predators.
The post continued about mirrors – of how they reflect the images of us and at times show things that are not to our liking. ‘Are they really?’ was the first among a few questions enlisted in the post. Are mirrors actually showing us what we see? Rick remembered reading one post about how a man tried to wipe off a fingerprint from his bathroom mirror. Upon the end of his unsuccessful wipes, only then he found out that it was imprinted on the other side. That post made him go frightful every time he faced a mirror. But again, he liked it.
The post questioned its readers whether have they tried making a cat look straight into a mirror before. When tried, cats usually avert their gazes away from the mirrors. “Ever wondered why?” it asked.
There seemed to be whispers and talk about how cats can see things through mirrors, the post continues. -Rick was half excited when reading this - But scientists all over claimed that cats only dislike the reflection caused when light bounces off the mirrors – in regards to their predatory sight. As so, the claim that cats can ‘see’ was shrugged off.
Rick thought about it. He tried making one of his cats look into a mirror once before but in a playful manner – never serious. He decided, while he was thinking about the post, that he wanted to try again and wait and see of what might happen. Maybe a ghost would show itself, he wished. He shouldn’t have.
[PT] Perfection
Name: Nur Jalilah Binti Abdul Aziz
Class: LGB5D
Semester: 5
Title: Perfection
Word Count: 261
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A poem about how people perceive beauty and what humans usually desire in general. It is about the injustice caused to others when they do not fall into the perfect category of beauty, wealth and other successes.
Other Details:
Perfection.
It’s times like these that
I wished that the flower may not be a flower
That the stars would not be stars
For what is beauty if beauty is nonexistent?
It’s times like these that
I hope the goddess was not what she is
That her face and form be wrought from her will
For is a goddess still a goddess without her
Perfect hair, perfect nose and perfect lips?
When fat and twigs are considered ugly
When shallow minds turn from books fool-hardy
It’s times like these that
I demand the minds be obliterated
That the fools would realize from their idiocy
For why torture the so-called “imperfect” people of the earth?
For they have done nothing to thee!
When light shines across the earth
And midnight stars are all a glimmer
Millions of humans weep
They weep for beauty, for minds and wealth
For what is perfection when nothing is?
There was a time, I remember it well
A saying that some might tell
“One man’s meet is another’s poison”
If that is so then couldn’t perfection vary?
Could a man desire wealth over fame?
Could another desire wine over rain?
Could one weep for his lover and not for his mother?
Could perfection be perfect to one’s eye but not to the other?
When darkness falls and everything is still
When the midnight owl glides down for a kill
Will millions still weep
For beauty, minds and wealth?
For what is perfection without a flaw?
What is a flaw without fault? And what is perfection without perfection?
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LGB5D
Semester: 5
Title: Perfection
Word Count: 261
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A poem about how people perceive beauty and what humans usually desire in general. It is about the injustice caused to others when they do not fall into the perfect category of beauty, wealth and other successes.
Other Details:
Perfection.
It’s times like these that
I wished that the flower may not be a flower
That the stars would not be stars
For what is beauty if beauty is nonexistent?
It’s times like these that
I hope the goddess was not what she is
That her face and form be wrought from her will
For is a goddess still a goddess without her
Perfect hair, perfect nose and perfect lips?
When fat and twigs are considered ugly
When shallow minds turn from books fool-hardy
It’s times like these that
I demand the minds be obliterated
That the fools would realize from their idiocy
For why torture the so-called “imperfect” people of the earth?
For they have done nothing to thee!
When light shines across the earth
And midnight stars are all a glimmer
Millions of humans weep
They weep for beauty, for minds and wealth
For what is perfection when nothing is?
There was a time, I remember it well
A saying that some might tell
“One man’s meet is another’s poison”
If that is so then couldn’t perfection vary?
Could a man desire wealth over fame?
Could another desire wine over rain?
Could one weep for his lover and not for his mother?
Could perfection be perfect to one’s eye but not to the other?
When darkness falls and everything is still
When the midnight owl glides down for a kill
Will millions still weep
For beauty, minds and wealth?
For what is perfection without a flaw?
What is a flaw without fault? And what is perfection without perfection?
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
[ST] I'm Depressed... Will I End Everything?
Name: Adilah Miswan
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: I'm Depressed... Will I End Everything?
Word Count: 454
Category: Story
Brief Summary: Making the decision to stay alive or end all suffering.
"It's just sick now, the way people kill themselves to end their suffering. That girl... she was only 17 years old. Dead now, like the rest of them depressed people."
Alyssa shook her head and passed the newspaper article to me. A 17-year-old girl had jumped from her 10th floor apartment after receiving her SPM results. To me, her results were good enough to pursue further studies but to her... it wasn't. She considered herself a failure and opted to end her life. Such a waste of brilliance.
I pushed the paper away. That bit of news reminded me of my own depression. Although it had nothing to do with my academic life, its effect on me was almost as crippling. Put in layman's terms, I was feeling abandoned.
I don't know how it happened. All of a sudden, my 'dark side' was coming out, telling me in snide tones that no one cared about me anymore, no one wanted me. I, having low self-esteem, believed every word and fell into the dark abyss, deeper than I cared to. At times, I put on a brave front and tried to occupy myself with work, but it never succeeded. When midnight came, a wave of self-pity would wash over me and I would cry myself to sleep.
No one really knew the extent of my depression. Not even Aidan, my boyfriend. God knows how much he had to go through. What with my hot temper and ridiculous behaviour... Only He can repay Aidan for his never-ending patience.
I tried to tell them. Honestly, I did. But the words never seemed to come through. Or if it did, I never said how badly I was affected. At some point, I wanted to slit my wrists and be done with it. Why not jump out the window, like what that girl did? The snide voice said, goading me. Good thing I valued my life more.
Unfortunately, when I should have surrounded myself with supportive people, I pushed away my friends. I walked out on them. I left them behind and made them puzzle over my abrupt change in behaviour. No doubt I made them angry too. As much as I wanted to mend fences with them, I couldn't. No words would suffice.
It took me the parting of our ways to show that my depression was nothing but a figment of my imagination. I realised then how much I missed by shutting them out. Regretting it all would be useless, although it served to teach me a lesson in being a friend.
Suicide brings nothing but grief to the family and retribution in the afterlife. Depression is best handled with company. At least the burden is lighter.
EDITED BY: Ummi Farhana binti Zainuddin
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: I'm Depressed... Will I End Everything?
Word Count: 454
Category: Story
Brief Summary: Making the decision to stay alive or end all suffering.
"It's just sick now, the way people kill themselves to end their suffering. That girl... she was only 17 years old. Dead now, like the rest of them depressed people."
Alyssa shook her head and passed the newspaper article to me. A 17-year-old girl had jumped from her 10th floor apartment after receiving her SPM results. To me, her results were good enough to pursue further studies but to her... it wasn't. She considered herself a failure and opted to end her life. Such a waste of brilliance.
I pushed the paper away. That bit of news reminded me of my own depression. Although it had nothing to do with my academic life, its effect on me was almost as crippling. Put in layman's terms, I was feeling abandoned.
I don't know how it happened. All of a sudden, my 'dark side' was coming out, telling me in snide tones that no one cared about me anymore, no one wanted me. I, having low self-esteem, believed every word and fell into the dark abyss, deeper than I cared to. At times, I put on a brave front and tried to occupy myself with work, but it never succeeded. When midnight came, a wave of self-pity would wash over me and I would cry myself to sleep.
No one really knew the extent of my depression. Not even Aidan, my boyfriend. God knows how much he had to go through. What with my hot temper and ridiculous behaviour... Only He can repay Aidan for his never-ending patience.
I tried to tell them. Honestly, I did. But the words never seemed to come through. Or if it did, I never said how badly I was affected. At some point, I wanted to slit my wrists and be done with it. Why not jump out the window, like what that girl did? The snide voice said, goading me. Good thing I valued my life more.
Unfortunately, when I should have surrounded myself with supportive people, I pushed away my friends. I walked out on them. I left them behind and made them puzzle over my abrupt change in behaviour. No doubt I made them angry too. As much as I wanted to mend fences with them, I couldn't. No words would suffice.
It took me the parting of our ways to show that my depression was nothing but a figment of my imagination. I realised then how much I missed by shutting them out. Regretting it all would be useless, although it served to teach me a lesson in being a friend.
Suicide brings nothing but grief to the family and retribution in the afterlife. Depression is best handled with company. At least the burden is lighter.
EDITED BY: Ummi Farhana binti Zainuddin
[PT] Life Ain't Sweet Outcasters
Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Life Ain't Sweet Outcasters
Work Count: 223
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: Thoughts Of An Outcast
Other Details: -
Reality means nothing, perception is everything
We try to deny it but it won’t cling
The saying, the words we try to take it for granted
Because in our head it isstill flustered
Should we care about all of the filthy thoughts?
They don’t even know us, isn’t that an obvious odd?
They said we are the doubters, but we do believe in God
But still, their perspectives and speeches hurt, a lot
Maybe we don’t belong, maybe we're just the exiles
Trying to fit in, but the world is another play of a child's
Maybe it’s them with constructed minds
Or it just us that's too blind to find
WE DON’T HAVE the right path to go
WE DON’T HAVE the right voice to mellow
WE DON’T have the perfect click to follow
WHAT WE HAVE IS JUST a cute cover to blow
We try our best to fit in
Still all of the efforts are blown away and drowning
Still people see the worst of us
They Lust for more and we start to fly dust
It’s time to seize back what's ours
The rightful mark to be belong and fuss
ALL WE WANT IS Society membership not TO BE freaks
Can we, or can’t we? it's just another break
Another swing we must alert ON To be apart, NO you! To be heard Upon
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Life Ain't Sweet Outcasters
Work Count: 223
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: Thoughts Of An Outcast
Other Details: -
Reality means nothing, perception is everything
We try to deny it but it won’t cling
The saying, the words we try to take it for granted
Because in our head it isstill flustered
Should we care about all of the filthy thoughts?
They don’t even know us, isn’t that an obvious odd?
They said we are the doubters, but we do believe in God
But still, their perspectives and speeches hurt, a lot
Maybe we don’t belong, maybe we're just the exiles
Trying to fit in, but the world is another play of a child's
Maybe it’s them with constructed minds
Or it just us that's too blind to find
WE DON’T HAVE the right path to go
WE DON’T HAVE the right voice to mellow
WE DON’T have the perfect click to follow
WHAT WE HAVE IS JUST a cute cover to blow
We try our best to fit in
Still all of the efforts are blown away and drowning
Still people see the worst of us
They Lust for more and we start to fly dust
It’s time to seize back what's ours
The rightful mark to be belong and fuss
ALL WE WANT IS Society membership not TO BE freaks
Can we, or can’t we? it's just another break
Another swing we must alert ON To be apart, NO you! To be heard Upon
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
[PT] Wait Forever
Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Wait Forever
Work Count: 254
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: When a guy sets his heart for love, if forever it will take, then forever he will wait
Other Details: -
Doubtful thoughts messing around your mind
Undefined feelings crossing borders without any sign
Maybe its love, maybe it’s like, hope it is not hate
Who knows, it all depends on faith
Guilt exults your heart right this moment,
Why should you, just be cool and act innocent
That surely suits you well, just need a little sense
Open your heart a bit, give a chance of enlightment
Everybody wishes and everyone talks
Sometimes it made the situation a lil’ odd
They wish the best for us, but they don’t really see
Don’t listen to them, just like me, just want me for being me
You said I am good and nice, thank you
You said just be myself, I will do
You said I am not pushy, again thank you
You said don’t be too hopeful, yes I won’t be
Predicting the future maybe that's what really frightened you
Don’t be, because I am not going to
I don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen next
Just have some confidence that things won’t be lax
Maybe things won’t turn up as I want to be,
I won’t blame you though, because you had warned me
It is me who wanna keep on trying,
Because the love for you, just don’t wanna die
Scared in your mind and heart, I felt it too,
About things that's gonna happen and things that need to do
Just chill and relax, follow what your heart has say
If forever what it takes, then forever I’m gonna wait
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Wait Forever
Work Count: 254
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: When a guy sets his heart for love, if forever it will take, then forever he will wait
Other Details: -
Doubtful thoughts messing around your mind
Undefined feelings crossing borders without any sign
Maybe its love, maybe it’s like, hope it is not hate
Who knows, it all depends on faith
Guilt exults your heart right this moment,
Why should you, just be cool and act innocent
That surely suits you well, just need a little sense
Open your heart a bit, give a chance of enlightment
Everybody wishes and everyone talks
Sometimes it made the situation a lil’ odd
They wish the best for us, but they don’t really see
Don’t listen to them, just like me, just want me for being me
You said I am good and nice, thank you
You said just be myself, I will do
You said I am not pushy, again thank you
You said don’t be too hopeful, yes I won’t be
Predicting the future maybe that's what really frightened you
Don’t be, because I am not going to
I don’t wanna know what’s gonna happen next
Just have some confidence that things won’t be lax
Maybe things won’t turn up as I want to be,
I won’t blame you though, because you had warned me
It is me who wanna keep on trying,
Because the love for you, just don’t wanna die
Scared in your mind and heart, I felt it too,
About things that's gonna happen and things that need to do
Just chill and relax, follow what your heart has say
If forever what it takes, then forever I’m gonna wait
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
[PT] Hope Is Just Another Dying Faith
Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Hope Is Just Another Dying Faith
Work Count: 276
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: N/A
Other Details: -
Throughout this unknown I tense to walk alone
Crossing air for any miserable do and don’ts
Still, the uncertainty blinded the faith of many
To the point where the right mind turn to another crazy
Left and right seems a lot alike
The understanding of it alone is a losing faith
Which directions need to be followed?
That's the million buck question left in dark hollow
Faith is not something sweet but with a lovely price
It’s one of the reasons why so many failed to thrive
Losing it is only the beginning of one’s Dark Age
Swelling numbers of converters into losing faith
Faith is not alone fighting the creatures of the dark
Side by side a further entity comes to make them both spark
Together they shoved the light into the darkest heart of elopes
It’s none other than faithfully equitable hand man, HOPE
A dying faith can’t stand alone in all this desolation
Hope ain’t that strong to give any handful resurrections
Hope is also a dead end but some choose to believe
Amalgamation of them both might bring the lost cause safe
But who we to judge to compare them both,
We are all damnation, all together, slave of the sloth
There’s always a magnifying darkness bloating in every single heart seized
What’s there left to deem in, faith is losing, hope if far of reach
Alone in the dark, some of us feel already comfortable with,
Just another reason that make us one of the lusting beast,
The battle of light and darkness is far from over,
It’s all on us to be whether free or bonded to the darkness forever.
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Hope Is Just Another Dying Faith
Work Count: 276
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: N/A
Other Details: -
Throughout this unknown I tense to walk alone
Crossing air for any miserable do and don’ts
Still, the uncertainty blinded the faith of many
To the point where the right mind turn to another crazy
Left and right seems a lot alike
The understanding of it alone is a losing faith
Which directions need to be followed?
That's the million buck question left in dark hollow
Faith is not something sweet but with a lovely price
It’s one of the reasons why so many failed to thrive
Losing it is only the beginning of one’s Dark Age
Swelling numbers of converters into losing faith
Faith is not alone fighting the creatures of the dark
Side by side a further entity comes to make them both spark
Together they shoved the light into the darkest heart of elopes
It’s none other than faithfully equitable hand man, HOPE
A dying faith can’t stand alone in all this desolation
Hope ain’t that strong to give any handful resurrections
Hope is also a dead end but some choose to believe
Amalgamation of them both might bring the lost cause safe
But who we to judge to compare them both,
We are all damnation, all together, slave of the sloth
There’s always a magnifying darkness bloating in every single heart seized
What’s there left to deem in, faith is losing, hope if far of reach
Alone in the dark, some of us feel already comfortable with,
Just another reason that make us one of the lusting beast,
The battle of light and darkness is far from over,
It’s all on us to be whether free or bonded to the darkness forever.
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
[PT] Jack Without Sally
Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Jack Without Sally
Work Count: 285
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: When a guy says he isn't hurt inside, he's lying
Other Details: -
We Were Lucky, Because We Were Once Happy
Every Other Couple Seem To Suck, And We Were Like Jack And Sally
Our Bond And Chemistry Is Priceless, A Special Thing Of Beauty
On Top Of The World, Others Just Simpleton Peasants, We Were Mighty.
Now I am Just A Face In The Crowd, You Are A Complete Stranger
Hatred Had Now Overruled, And Love Is Something Cannot Be Lingered
Revenge May Seem Sweet, Because It Was Driven By Anger
Driven To The Escalation Point Where We Almost Traded Middle Fingers.
When The Dust Is Settled, All I Have Is Myself To Take The Lead
Although I Am Wondering Whether Someday The "Perfect Someone" I Will Meet
But Yet Somehow, I Was Able To Pick Up All The Broken Pieces
Eventhough I am Still In The Search For Someone To Share Blow Kisses.
The Future Seems Scary, Now That I Am Alone To Face It
Deep Inside, I Am Still Wondering That I May Not Be Able To Handle It
Make It To The End Without Having To Experience Another Heart Break
A Hope Of Smooth And Easy Love Without Any Toll To Take.
Jack And Sally, It Is All Now Just Another Sore Memory
Memories In The Past That Keep On Tempting Me Like Crazy
But I Am Stronger Now After That Beautiful Letdown
I Am Now Able To Cross The Ocean Of Doubt Without Being Drowned.
Sally, A "Thank You" You Don't Deserve But I Owed You I Guess
I Am Far Off Better Now Without You To Make A Mess
You Are Now Someone Whom Love I Should Not Confess
You Are Now A Scar Of What Used To Be Pain In My Ass.
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: Jack Without Sally
Work Count: 285
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: When a guy says he isn't hurt inside, he's lying
Other Details: -
We Were Lucky, Because We Were Once Happy
Every Other Couple Seem To Suck, And We Were Like Jack And Sally
Our Bond And Chemistry Is Priceless, A Special Thing Of Beauty
On Top Of The World, Others Just Simpleton Peasants, We Were Mighty.
Now I am Just A Face In The Crowd, You Are A Complete Stranger
Hatred Had Now Overruled, And Love Is Something Cannot Be Lingered
Revenge May Seem Sweet, Because It Was Driven By Anger
Driven To The Escalation Point Where We Almost Traded Middle Fingers.
When The Dust Is Settled, All I Have Is Myself To Take The Lead
Although I Am Wondering Whether Someday The "Perfect Someone" I Will Meet
But Yet Somehow, I Was Able To Pick Up All The Broken Pieces
Eventhough I am Still In The Search For Someone To Share Blow Kisses.
The Future Seems Scary, Now That I Am Alone To Face It
Deep Inside, I Am Still Wondering That I May Not Be Able To Handle It
Make It To The End Without Having To Experience Another Heart Break
A Hope Of Smooth And Easy Love Without Any Toll To Take.
Jack And Sally, It Is All Now Just Another Sore Memory
Memories In The Past That Keep On Tempting Me Like Crazy
But I Am Stronger Now After That Beautiful Letdown
I Am Now Able To Cross The Ocean Of Doubt Without Being Drowned.
Sally, A "Thank You" You Don't Deserve But I Owed You I Guess
I Am Far Off Better Now Without You To Make A Mess
You Are Now Someone Whom Love I Should Not Confess
You Are Now A Scar Of What Used To Be Pain In My Ass.
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
[PT] My Sweet Lil' Blood Angel
Name: Adam Ar-Rashid
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: My Sweet Lil' Blood Angel
Work Count: 372
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A Break Up Poem
Other Details:
I never truly loved you
For God's sake I know it is true
Maybe I’m really blind or stupid, but it’s the right thing to do
Who cares, I just wanna be with you
My interests in you, it’s never cruel
Before I go to dreamland, I will always say “I love you”
Is my feeling to you love, I always wonder?
If it’s worth I’ll be willing to trade my soul to the soul trader
I love you so much, whenever I'm high or sober
Simple curiosity cross my mind if we’re soul mates
If it’s true, wow! It will be great
What if it’s not, my God hope it’ll not come true what I just said
Recently speaking I don’t really know what I feel right now
So many things in my mind, sorry I’m not willing to take a bow
I love you so much before, but I’m not really sure right now
We never fight at all, no such things as sorrow
We never share things, no offer for a borrow
I’m not sure our relation is love, today maybe what about tomorrow?
I really love you my sweet lil’ blood angel
It’s not I’ve someone else, but my heart right now, really fragile
I’m so sorry babe, my cute shorty, my sweet dream goodnight, my girl
So many things up in my head, my mind's been twisted and twirled
Maybe it’s good for us to keep the distance not just for now but for real
I’m sorry babe, maybe we are not meant to be
Maybe someone out here for you, or maybe I’m just being silly
I want us to be like before, when I say “I love you” daily
I just don’t want to know why but that's really rare lately
Maybe, maybe, maybe we should break up, really
I know this will break your heart, it hurts me too, I’m really really sorry
My sweet lil’ blood angel, I release you
Fly and go to the place you really want to
I insist I really do
Fly high and rip the sky in blue
Don’t worry about me, fate and faith will find me my real boo
It's just that, that boo it’s not you….
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LG2201A
Semester: 1
Title: My Sweet Lil' Blood Angel
Work Count: 372
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A Break Up Poem
Other Details:
I never truly loved you
For God's sake I know it is true
Maybe I’m really blind or stupid, but it’s the right thing to do
Who cares, I just wanna be with you
My interests in you, it’s never cruel
Before I go to dreamland, I will always say “I love you”
Is my feeling to you love, I always wonder?
If it’s worth I’ll be willing to trade my soul to the soul trader
I love you so much, whenever I'm high or sober
Simple curiosity cross my mind if we’re soul mates
If it’s true, wow! It will be great
What if it’s not, my God hope it’ll not come true what I just said
Recently speaking I don’t really know what I feel right now
So many things in my mind, sorry I’m not willing to take a bow
I love you so much before, but I’m not really sure right now
We never fight at all, no such things as sorrow
We never share things, no offer for a borrow
I’m not sure our relation is love, today maybe what about tomorrow?
I really love you my sweet lil’ blood angel
It’s not I’ve someone else, but my heart right now, really fragile
I’m so sorry babe, my cute shorty, my sweet dream goodnight, my girl
So many things up in my head, my mind's been twisted and twirled
Maybe it’s good for us to keep the distance not just for now but for real
I’m sorry babe, maybe we are not meant to be
Maybe someone out here for you, or maybe I’m just being silly
I want us to be like before, when I say “I love you” daily
I just don’t want to know why but that's really rare lately
Maybe, maybe, maybe we should break up, really
I know this will break your heart, it hurts me too, I’m really really sorry
My sweet lil’ blood angel, I release you
Fly and go to the place you really want to
I insist I really do
Fly high and rip the sky in blue
Don’t worry about me, fate and faith will find me my real boo
It's just that, that boo it’s not you….
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Tuesday 15 November 2011
[LS] Joanna
Name : Azhann Rosmin
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : Joanna
Word Count : 2937 words
Category : Story
Part One
Running. Slipping. Falling. Hurting.
Heavy tears of the clouds above rain down on me - drenching me to my aching bones. The curtain of drops covers the fresh tracks that run down my face and I sobbed my hardest. This can’t be.
I was so sure - so certain that I was finally right. But Fate has an undeniably cruel sense of humor and often a tediously blithesome manner of tormenting people into believing. While Destiny of times plays it safe - hiding behind the veil, mouthing the path we ought to follow. Both which are completely different - both tremendously the same. For me, both joined arms in haling the very essence of my soul - having me walk down the path with terrible shame and unbearable pain.
I fall hard, skinning my palms and knees. I wheeze out the pain and strain my being. But it is nothing compared to what is happening within. I disregard the fervent impulses sent to my head and clamber to my feet. Blood stains the wet floor crimson and dark.
My mind fazes at the very thought of what just happened. I muffle a scream of pure anguish behind my bloodstained hands - causing my eyes to redden with tears.
I bite my tongue to regain control. I rid the red stain off my hands on my jeans - the friction provoking more pain - and sink in the lift button. As the doors open, the stench of old gears, metallic rust, and compacted space sweep through me and I smirk.
I defy the force of gravity as the lift slowly moved upwards. Then, she comes flawlessly to mind and my smirk turns into a simper. I shake free of her - not wanting anymore anguish. The very thought of her evokes a legion of feelings. Feelings that are so strong, they overthrow any state of mind and sanity. They stroke submissively at the heart - the soul. They manipulate ways of thinking, of reasoning. I thought I was well prepared, strong enough to face any possible and impossible outcome that may rear its head. But Fate proved its cruelty by beating me senseless to the ground and brutally whispering in my ear that I was wrong.
The doors open and a rush of cold wind knock me gruelingly. I shut my eyes, turn slightly sideways, and stagger onwards.
Class : LGB3A
Semester : 3
Title : Joanna
Word Count : 2937 words
Category : Story
Part One
Running. Slipping. Falling. Hurting.
Heavy tears of the clouds above rain down on me - drenching me to my aching bones. The curtain of drops covers the fresh tracks that run down my face and I sobbed my hardest. This can’t be.
I was so sure - so certain that I was finally right. But Fate has an undeniably cruel sense of humor and often a tediously blithesome manner of tormenting people into believing. While Destiny of times plays it safe - hiding behind the veil, mouthing the path we ought to follow. Both which are completely different - both tremendously the same. For me, both joined arms in haling the very essence of my soul - having me walk down the path with terrible shame and unbearable pain.
I fall hard, skinning my palms and knees. I wheeze out the pain and strain my being. But it is nothing compared to what is happening within. I disregard the fervent impulses sent to my head and clamber to my feet. Blood stains the wet floor crimson and dark.
My mind fazes at the very thought of what just happened. I muffle a scream of pure anguish behind my bloodstained hands - causing my eyes to redden with tears.
I bite my tongue to regain control. I rid the red stain off my hands on my jeans - the friction provoking more pain - and sink in the lift button. As the doors open, the stench of old gears, metallic rust, and compacted space sweep through me and I smirk.
I defy the force of gravity as the lift slowly moved upwards. Then, she comes flawlessly to mind and my smirk turns into a simper. I shake free of her - not wanting anymore anguish. The very thought of her evokes a legion of feelings. Feelings that are so strong, they overthrow any state of mind and sanity. They stroke submissively at the heart - the soul. They manipulate ways of thinking, of reasoning. I thought I was well prepared, strong enough to face any possible and impossible outcome that may rear its head. But Fate proved its cruelty by beating me senseless to the ground and brutally whispering in my ear that I was wrong.
The doors open and a rush of cold wind knock me gruelingly. I shut my eyes, turn slightly sideways, and stagger onwards.
Sunday 13 November 2011
[OT] Heartbreak
Name: Adilah Miswan
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: Heartbreak
Word Count: 304
Category: Other
Brief Summary: How heartbreak feels.
It's strange... After years of protecting myself from completely losing my head, I am defeated by the same weakness I spent so much time and strength avoiding. Just because I began to believe that love is the beautiful emotion that it is.
Don't get me wrong. Love is indeed beautiful. It probably is the most powerful emotion in this world. It can drive you to achieve great heights and do wondrous feats. It can also drive you to the other side, where all the darker deeds lie.
I shouldn't be so clingy, so unwilling to let go. I believe God has something better in store for me. It will happen when the time is right. But when you're hurting so badly, it's difficult to believe that, you know?
Sure, separation sometimes is the best way to go. To feel the lifeline sustaining you, your very purpose of existence, pulled away suddenly, leaving a huge hole under you, sucking you under, is something that you don't want to experience. Feeling lost is only the beginning.
Always being there for me isn't the same as losing that particular warmth and security when you're with a person. For instance, between a best friend and a partner, who would you run to with a problem first? For me, it's almost always the partner, because you know he will listen to you, no matter what. Why? He cares for you; therefore, anything worrying you will become his priority.
Losing that is hard enough. Losing the warmth is even harder.
I know that for now, being friends is the best option. Circumstances are not exactly ideal for a long-term relationship. It's how I deal with it that's important.
Now, I need to draw on the strength I know I have to wade through this and emerge a stronger, wiser girl.
EDITED BY: Nurul Afiqah binti Laili
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: Heartbreak
Word Count: 304
Category: Other
Brief Summary: How heartbreak feels.
It's strange... After years of protecting myself from completely losing my head, I am defeated by the same weakness I spent so much time and strength avoiding. Just because I began to believe that love is the beautiful emotion that it is.
Don't get me wrong. Love is indeed beautiful. It probably is the most powerful emotion in this world. It can drive you to achieve great heights and do wondrous feats. It can also drive you to the other side, where all the darker deeds lie.
I shouldn't be so clingy, so unwilling to let go. I believe God has something better in store for me. It will happen when the time is right. But when you're hurting so badly, it's difficult to believe that, you know?
Sure, separation sometimes is the best way to go. To feel the lifeline sustaining you, your very purpose of existence, pulled away suddenly, leaving a huge hole under you, sucking you under, is something that you don't want to experience. Feeling lost is only the beginning.
Always being there for me isn't the same as losing that particular warmth and security when you're with a person. For instance, between a best friend and a partner, who would you run to with a problem first? For me, it's almost always the partner, because you know he will listen to you, no matter what. Why? He cares for you; therefore, anything worrying you will become his priority.
Losing that is hard enough. Losing the warmth is even harder.
I know that for now, being friends is the best option. Circumstances are not exactly ideal for a long-term relationship. It's how I deal with it that's important.
Now, I need to draw on the strength I know I have to wade through this and emerge a stronger, wiser girl.
EDITED BY: Nurul Afiqah binti Laili
Friday 11 November 2011
[SS] Voices
Name: Azhann Rosmin
Class: LGB3A
Semester: 3
Title: Voices
Word Count: 556 Words
Category: Story
Brief Summary: N/A
I hear voices. They come from the other side of my bedroom door. I’ve been hearing them for a while now. The voices are always bickering at each other – like some sort of dispute erupted and they haven’t ended it for a long time. I keep hearing them at nights, especially like tonight. I was sound asleep and was awaken by them – the voices. I never braved myself before to go out and find the source but once, I had.
It wasn’t fruitful at all. I was partly mad at the voices for waking me up and a sort of blind fury took over. I jumped out of bed – not bothering to slip on my slippers – and went straight to the door. But then, I stopped dead. I held my face close to the wood of the door and I could hear them quite clearly, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
I lowered my ear to the door and tried hard to distinguish any word or slang or dialect I could. But to no avail. They seemed to bicker nonetheless.
But what shocked me the most that night was that I found out they were more than many of the voices that were present. It was like they were hundreds. We live in a regular apartment where everything is regular. The rooms aren’t too spacious, they are comfortable enough. And most of the rooms connect with the living room which held a few pieces of furniture and an old TV set. It couldn’t fit ten people not to mention a hundred.
Class: LGB3A
Semester: 3
Title: Voices
Word Count: 556 Words
Category: Story
Brief Summary: N/A
I hear voices. They come from the other side of my bedroom door. I’ve been hearing them for a while now. The voices are always bickering at each other – like some sort of dispute erupted and they haven’t ended it for a long time. I keep hearing them at nights, especially like tonight. I was sound asleep and was awaken by them – the voices. I never braved myself before to go out and find the source but once, I had.
It wasn’t fruitful at all. I was partly mad at the voices for waking me up and a sort of blind fury took over. I jumped out of bed – not bothering to slip on my slippers – and went straight to the door. But then, I stopped dead. I held my face close to the wood of the door and I could hear them quite clearly, though I couldn’t make out what they were saying.
I lowered my ear to the door and tried hard to distinguish any word or slang or dialect I could. But to no avail. They seemed to bicker nonetheless.
But what shocked me the most that night was that I found out they were more than many of the voices that were present. It was like they were hundreds. We live in a regular apartment where everything is regular. The rooms aren’t too spacious, they are comfortable enough. And most of the rooms connect with the living room which held a few pieces of furniture and an old TV set. It couldn’t fit ten people not to mention a hundred.
Friday 4 November 2011
YSC Launching Competition!
WONDERFUL NEWS!
To most of the writers out there, you might have been aware that YSC is launching a three-category competition with the launch of the club!
The 'Competitions' page has been updated with the details.
More details will be given to you very soon, so start writing!
Horror Story Writing Contest
Deadline: 30th November, 2011
Judging: 1st-7th December, 2011
Winners Announcement: 7th December, 2011
RULES AND REGULATIONS
- One entry per person.
- No poetry.
- 2,000 - 3,500 words.
- Winners will be selected by the Young Scriptor Club Contest Committee.
- The decision is final.
- English entries only!
- Open to LG220 and LG221 students.
- New entries to the site only. If you already posted a work on youngscriptorclub.blogspot.com that work is not eligible for the contest.
PRIZES
- - 1st Place: RM100
- - 2nd Place: RM70
- - 3 Runner-ups: Hampers
Free Verse Poetry Contest
COMPETITION DETAILS
Deadline: 4th March 2012
Judging: Coming soon
Winners Announcement: Coming soon
RULES AND REGULATIONS
- Write a free verse poem. This is a method of writing poetry, which does not essentially follow any structure or style. There is no fixed meter and no structure regarding rhyme and lines in each stanza.
- One entry per person.
- Free verse poetry only.
- Winners will be selected by the Young Scriptor Club Contest Committee.
- The decision is final.
- English entries only!
- Open to LG220 and LG221 students.
- New entries to the site only. If you already posted a work on youngscriptorclub.blogspot.com that work is not eligible for the contest.
PRIZES
- - 1st Place: Prize worth RM50
- - 2nd Place: Prize worth RM30
- - 3rd Place: Prize worth RM20
Write a Letter to your 12-year-old Self Contest
COMPETITION DETAILS
Deadline: 4th March 2012
Judging: Coming soon
Winners Announcement: Coming soon
RULES AND REGULATIONS
- Write a letter to your 12- years old self.
- One entry per person.
- Recommended length 1000-1500 words.
- One entry per person.
- Winners will be selected by the Young Scriptor Club Contest Committee.
- The decision is final.
- English entries only!
- Open to LG220 and LG221 students.
- New entries to the site only. If you already posted a work on youngscriptorclub.blogspot.com that work is not eligible for the contest.
PRIZES
- - 1st Place: Prize worth RM50
- - 2nd Place: Prize worth RM30
- - 3rd Place: Prize worth RM20
Sunday 30 October 2011
NaNoWriMo 2011
Calling all writers!
November is coming upon us, which means that for the epic writers out there, this is your opportunity to join the National Novel Writing Month!
To those who have entered, this is the chance to try and win again!
To those who haven't, well, what are you waiting for?
Get your pen ready and brains working for this wonderful event that has been running since 1999!
What do you need to do, you ask?
Simply register at http://nanowrimo.org and get writing as soon as our local clock reaches 12:00:01 on November 1st, 2011!
Who: You! We can’t do this unless we have some other people trying it as well. Let’s write laughably awful yet lengthy prose together.
Why: The reasons are endless! To actively participate in one of our era’s most enchanting art forms! To write without having to obsess over quality. To be able to make obscure references to passages from our novels at parties. To be able to mock real novelists who dawdle on and on, taking far longer than 30 days to produce their work.
When: You can sign up anytime to add your name to the roster and browse the forums. Writing begins November 1. To be added to the official list of winners, you must reach the 50,000-word mark by November 30 at midnight. Once your novel has been verified by our web-based team of robotic word counters, the partying begins.
Where: You write wherever you’d like. On your computer, on your iPad, on a typewriter—anywhere is fine, just as long as you’re writing! For a more in-depth NaNoWriMo overview, visit the devilishly handsome “What is NaNoWriMo?“and “How NaNoWriMo Works” pages.
What are you waiting for?
Let us shine as the great writers we are!
Happy writing!
November is coming upon us, which means that for the epic writers out there, this is your opportunity to join the National Novel Writing Month!
To those who have entered, this is the chance to try and win again!
To those who haven't, well, what are you waiting for?
Get your pen ready and brains working for this wonderful event that has been running since 1999!
What do you need to do, you ask?
Simply register at http://nanowrimo.org and get writing as soon as our local clock reaches 12:00:01 on November 1st, 2011!
NaNo in a Nutshell
What: Writing one 50,000-word novel from scratch in a month’s time.Who: You! We can’t do this unless we have some other people trying it as well. Let’s write laughably awful yet lengthy prose together.
Why: The reasons are endless! To actively participate in one of our era’s most enchanting art forms! To write without having to obsess over quality. To be able to make obscure references to passages from our novels at parties. To be able to mock real novelists who dawdle on and on, taking far longer than 30 days to produce their work.
When: You can sign up anytime to add your name to the roster and browse the forums. Writing begins November 1. To be added to the official list of winners, you must reach the 50,000-word mark by November 30 at midnight. Once your novel has been verified by our web-based team of robotic word counters, the partying begins.
Where: You write wherever you’d like. On your computer, on your iPad, on a typewriter—anywhere is fine, just as long as you’re writing! For a more in-depth NaNoWriMo overview, visit the devilishly handsome “What is NaNoWriMo?“and “How NaNoWriMo Works” pages.
What are you waiting for?
Let us shine as the great writers we are!
Happy writing!
[PT] The Blank Mind of Mine
Name: Armiwaty Ratimin
Class: LGB4A
Semester: 4
Title: The Blank Mind of Mine
Word Count: 117 Words
Category: Poetry
Brief Summary:
A blank mind of mine
Comes at the right time
When I have to find
The right answers in my life…
The blank mind of mine
Doesn’t make my life so fine
Makes my life go blind
And takes me out of line…
I don’t like the blank mind of mine
It makes my life go ‘fun’
Makes me be a bad human kind
And the feeling goes through my
veins…
Maybe I’m just too blind
Maybe I always don’t mind
Between the bad and fine
And.. between ‘the milk and the
wine’…
The blank mind of mine
Urge me to find
The right ways and lines
Because I’ve got the sign
That.. Me is not mine…
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LGB4A
Semester: 4
Title: The Blank Mind of Mine
Word Count: 117 Words
Category: Poetry
Brief Summary:
A blank mind of mine
Comes at the right time
When I have to find
The right answers in my life…
The blank mind of mine
Doesn’t make my life so fine
Makes my life go blind
And takes me out of line…
I don’t like the blank mind of mine
It makes my life go ‘fun’
Makes me be a bad human kind
And the feeling goes through my
veins…
Maybe I’m just too blind
Maybe I always don’t mind
Between the bad and fine
And.. between ‘the milk and the
wine’…
The blank mind of mine
Urge me to find
The right ways and lines
Because I’ve got the sign
That.. Me is not mine…
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Wednesday 26 October 2011
[PT] Black Fury
Name: Adilah Miswan
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: Black Fury
Word Count: 102
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A dark poem about rage
Fury, that rages within me
Black fury, which burns everything in its path
O fury! rage! why do you burn so?
I do not wish to be angry
I want to be happy! Free!
How easily joy eludes me.
You, who spurn me like I am a leper
You, who laugh at me behind my back
Are you the friend I thought you were?
Spurn me if you will
Despise me if you want to
I don’t care! I don’t care!
Yes, I do care...
Fury, that rages within me
Black fury that burns everything
Burn thyself out and
Leave me be.
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: Black Fury
Word Count: 102
Category: Poem
Brief Summary: A dark poem about rage
Fury, that rages within me
Black fury, which burns everything in its path
O fury! rage! why do you burn so?
I do not wish to be angry
I want to be happy! Free!
How easily joy eludes me.
You, who spurn me like I am a leper
You, who laugh at me behind my back
Are you the friend I thought you were?
Spurn me if you will
Despise me if you want to
I don’t care! I don’t care!
Yes, I do care...
Fury, that rages within me
Black fury that burns everything
Burn thyself out and
Leave me be.
EDITED BY: Maisarah binti Ahmad Kamil
[SS] Chessboard of Love
Name: Adilah Miswan
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: Chessboard of Love
Word Count: 742
Category: Short Story
Brief Summary: A story in parts describing an unrequited love.
Part One
I lose my heart the moment I see you.
You busy yourself with serving the food. I look on, feeling bewildered. You pass by without making any acknowledgement. I dearly want to talk to you, but you look so aloof, my lips stay locked.
Only after a while do I gather my courage to speak to you. Thankfully, you proved me wrong. You weren't aloof after all, just shy. We get on nicely for a bit, then silence sets in. It is a comfortable silence, however, which is nice. I rack my brains for another subject to explore, but my mind wouldn't produce its yards of yarn. I sigh with disappointment.
It isn't until late at night that I made myself brave enough to broach another topic with you. You listen politely, but when I finally hit on a topic that you are familiar with, it's then that I see you blossom. We get on capitally (I with a glad heart) until my mother calls me. Eager to keep the friendship growing, I ask for your e-mail. Impulse drives me to ask for your mobile number... and I get both! Joy to God...
And you become my friend.
Class: LGB6B
Semester: 6
Title: Chessboard of Love
Word Count: 742
Category: Short Story
Brief Summary: A story in parts describing an unrequited love.
Part One
I lose my heart the moment I see you.
You busy yourself with serving the food. I look on, feeling bewildered. You pass by without making any acknowledgement. I dearly want to talk to you, but you look so aloof, my lips stay locked.
Only after a while do I gather my courage to speak to you. Thankfully, you proved me wrong. You weren't aloof after all, just shy. We get on nicely for a bit, then silence sets in. It is a comfortable silence, however, which is nice. I rack my brains for another subject to explore, but my mind wouldn't produce its yards of yarn. I sigh with disappointment.
It isn't until late at night that I made myself brave enough to broach another topic with you. You listen politely, but when I finally hit on a topic that you are familiar with, it's then that I see you blossom. We get on capitally (I with a glad heart) until my mother calls me. Eager to keep the friendship growing, I ask for your e-mail. Impulse drives me to ask for your mobile number... and I get both! Joy to God...
And you become my friend.
Monday 24 October 2011
WELCOME!
Welcome! Selamat Datang! Aliquam!
Welcome, dearest writers and readers, to the Young Scriptor Club! We hope that you will enjoy what Scriptors have on offer for all of you, for both readers and writers alike. Please take your time to look around and get to know the way the website works. We hope you enjoy your stay and that you will make yourself known to us!
Yours truly,
Young Scriptors Club.
Welcome, dearest writers and readers, to the Young Scriptor Club! We hope that you will enjoy what Scriptors have on offer for all of you, for both readers and writers alike. Please take your time to look around and get to know the way the website works. We hope you enjoy your stay and that you will make yourself known to us!
Yours truly,
Young Scriptors Club.
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