Topic : Rivalry
I had succeeded. However, why do I have the mixed feelings of happiness, but weirdly, at the same time, a tingling sadness in my aching heart? I was widely known throughout the whole continent, having my name being whispered in almost everyone's gossiping conversations, and I enjoyed the attention I was getting despite it being a positive or negative thing. Many avoided my path in fear, while some fearless women tried throwing themselves at me in hope of gaining fame overnight. However, why do I feel the loneliness overwhelming me despite all the attention I had always yearned for?
My father was once part of a gang. To put it more bluntly, he was once the leader of the most infamous gang in Europe, ' The Dragons '. Some who were ignorant may think that this name was a name for a renowned basketball team, but this name was thought up by my father as dragon symbolises the king of the world. It all started as a petty small group of gangsters pick-pocketing and robbing, but it soon accelerated to smuggling drugs and loaning money illegally. The gang burst to stardom when they ended the life of Parker Thoms, whom was in charge of the gang ' The Eagles ' , which was terrorizing the area of Europe at that time. Many from The Eagles flocked to The Dragons, seeking my father in fear but determination to join the gang. My father agreed to allow any of those who could go through the torture to join the gang, and that was to survive and tolerate the beatings of his two beloved sons, me and Rico.
As my fist connected to the bridge of his nose, I made a gagging sound as I heard a loud astonishing crack which was accompanied by the blood that could not stop flowing out of his flattened nose. As the second guy tried to ambush me from behind, I stretched out my long muscular legs backwards and forcefully gave the guy a kick in his guts. As he knelt down on the floor wheezing due to the cutting off of his air supply for a moment, I smirked at him. That was what he deserved for trying to deal with this the coward way. As for those who survived the constant vicious bashing of me and my brother, they were made to have a dragon tattoo on their right forearm as a sign that they, at all costs, belonged to The Dragons, and if they tried to betray the gang, they may suffer a life worse then death. What my father did not know was that, me and Rico was having a rivalry on who could kill more guys. Thinking back, I felt like a beast, treating other people's lives as part of our little childish rivalry.
Summoning us to the secret base of the gang, my father handed both of us a gun. ' Roman, Rico, I hand you two these guns as I intend to let the tradition continue. You two have to kill me when you are ready for it, and the one who kills me, get to take over The Dragons. ' Both of our jaws were practically grazing the ground upon hearing the sentence my father had bestowed upon us. I had made up my mind there and then. I could not lose to Rico.
As I took off the safety trigger of my revolver, I did not even hesitate to pull the trigger. As I slowly witnessed my father's life fading away, with his lifeless but soft gaze staring back at me, I knew that I had made the wrong decision. I chose power over kinship. Due to my childish and immature thinking, I had chosen not losing to Rico over my Father. Regretting my rash actions, I ran towards my father and pressed against his bullet wound, trying my hardest to minimise the blood flowing out of his wound. As my father slowly gripped onto my arm, he forced out a determined and proud smile, and whispered to me ' I am proud of you my son. '
I was branded as the cold stone-hearted son in everyone eyes. Even though I obtained power through it, with Rico at my beck and call due to him being under me after losing the little rivalry, all I felt was regret, guilt, and loneliness. This caused me to be shunned and avoided by many people. As a drop of tear trickled down the contour of my broad cheek and well-defined jaw, I let out a devastating cry as I punched my fist into the brick wall. Gripping onto my most likely broken fist, all thoughts of pain disappeared as the slow death of my father came flashing past my mind vividly. It was due to my own pride that I could not stand to lose the rivalry between me and Rico. I was beyond broken.
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Alright typing another essay today because my cheryl gave me a topic to type about instead of me making up my own topic. Sorry the essay ended so abruptly i thought that it was getting to long. Leave some comments on how i can further imrprove on my essay if you can thanks and bye.
Saturday, October 12, 2013
Marriage
Topic : Marriage
'You may now kiss the bride,' , preached the priest. As the feel of his soft plumpy lips connected into mine, packaged with his firm muscular arms wrapped around me possessively as though I was his life, I felt the World just consisted of only me and him. Fireworks started appearing in my mind, and I inwardly wondered what did I do to deserve him. The loud cheering of the guests broke my thoughts as I looked up at David with sparkles in my eyes, accompanied by the tug I felt in my heart with the soft appreciated look he gladly returned me. Tears of joy formed in colony in my eyes as I finally detached myself away from the past, fighting away the memories of it haunting me.
Two years ago, my family was plagued by the downfall of the mining industry. My father's job in there was what was keeping us alive. Being the breadwinner of our family, our family was practically doomed as we lived in the society whereby no one with a diploma or degree would be the first choice in being hired. ' Maya.. we will always love you. ' , was the sole sentence that kept replaying repeatedly in my mind after I was sold to the Fiori family to marry the heir. The Fioris were one of the most richest and most influential family in the states. Up till today, I still did not believe that my family would sell me away for that small amount of money. I remembered vividly how I shook my head in disgust after hearing that sentence coming out of my Mother's mouth. Which parents in the right loving mind would sell away their daughter in times of crisis?
It turned out that I was sold to the Fiori family to get engaged and marry their deranged Son. As their maid practically dragged me to the Fiori's heir room, I was more then just afraid on what was about to happen next. I was thrown to the white marbled ground with a loud thump echoing throughout the room. I hesitantly looked up as I made out a silhouette at the full-length window. My heart was practically in my mouth as he turned around, making me came face to face with the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Never ever judge a book by its cover. As he slowly walked towards me, I backed away as I sensed the dark and evil aura coming out of his body, matched by the sinister smile he had plastered on his face. In a split second, he softly caressed the features of my face, accompanied by a shocking slap across my face. I cowered in fear as I whimpered, palming my stinging cheeks with my delicate hand. He came so close to me that I scrunched my nose, taking in the smell of cigarettes and liquor that lingered in his breath. He balled his fist as he punched me across the side of my cheeks which he had slapped earlier, causing blood to gush out of my nose and blood to trickle out of the side of my mouth. ' You are mine. ' , was all I made out what he was bellowing out in a string of profanities. As I slowly lose conscious, all the suicidal thoughts went through my mind thinking about having to marry this violent guy and stick with him for life.
I shivered with the gentle touch of David on my flushed red cheeks. Trying to push back all the flashbacks I had, I smiled broadly to myself. I managed to escape from the Fiori family by taking my chance and jumping off the three-storied mansion, not to forget breaking my arm in the progress of it all. I remembered limping to the nearest hospital and collapsing right in front of the doorstep,vaguely remembering a pair of strong arms wrapped around me as I felt myself lifted up carefully like as though I was made of glass. I whiffed in the smell of cologne before I was whipped unconscious. David was the one that tended to my injuries, listened to me attentively and lending me his shoulders whenever I broke down thinking about it.
Taking in the familiar scent, I pushed back all the memories that once haunted me. The fact that my family sold me away, the fact that I almost married a deranged and abusive man. As I shyly glanced at David that stood before me, still a little unbelieving that I was actually being married to this angel. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I was the luckiest woman on Earth. As I pecked his cheek, I softly whispered to him ' Thank you. '
*Sorry for such a retarded essay I was in a rush but I wanted to type one out so please forgive me hahaha plus I dont usually end stories with a happy ending so I think this story is really weird cant help but add in the violent part because I just like writing violent essays. Wanted to try a happy ending because I always curse writers with sad endings so yeah. *
Give some comments please. Thanks.
'You may now kiss the bride,' , preached the priest. As the feel of his soft plumpy lips connected into mine, packaged with his firm muscular arms wrapped around me possessively as though I was his life, I felt the World just consisted of only me and him. Fireworks started appearing in my mind, and I inwardly wondered what did I do to deserve him. The loud cheering of the guests broke my thoughts as I looked up at David with sparkles in my eyes, accompanied by the tug I felt in my heart with the soft appreciated look he gladly returned me. Tears of joy formed in colony in my eyes as I finally detached myself away from the past, fighting away the memories of it haunting me.
Two years ago, my family was plagued by the downfall of the mining industry. My father's job in there was what was keeping us alive. Being the breadwinner of our family, our family was practically doomed as we lived in the society whereby no one with a diploma or degree would be the first choice in being hired. ' Maya.. we will always love you. ' , was the sole sentence that kept replaying repeatedly in my mind after I was sold to the Fiori family to marry the heir. The Fioris were one of the most richest and most influential family in the states. Up till today, I still did not believe that my family would sell me away for that small amount of money. I remembered vividly how I shook my head in disgust after hearing that sentence coming out of my Mother's mouth. Which parents in the right loving mind would sell away their daughter in times of crisis?
It turned out that I was sold to the Fiori family to get engaged and marry their deranged Son. As their maid practically dragged me to the Fiori's heir room, I was more then just afraid on what was about to happen next. I was thrown to the white marbled ground with a loud thump echoing throughout the room. I hesitantly looked up as I made out a silhouette at the full-length window. My heart was practically in my mouth as he turned around, making me came face to face with the most beautiful face I had ever seen. Never ever judge a book by its cover. As he slowly walked towards me, I backed away as I sensed the dark and evil aura coming out of his body, matched by the sinister smile he had plastered on his face. In a split second, he softly caressed the features of my face, accompanied by a shocking slap across my face. I cowered in fear as I whimpered, palming my stinging cheeks with my delicate hand. He came so close to me that I scrunched my nose, taking in the smell of cigarettes and liquor that lingered in his breath. He balled his fist as he punched me across the side of my cheeks which he had slapped earlier, causing blood to gush out of my nose and blood to trickle out of the side of my mouth. ' You are mine. ' , was all I made out what he was bellowing out in a string of profanities. As I slowly lose conscious, all the suicidal thoughts went through my mind thinking about having to marry this violent guy and stick with him for life.
I shivered with the gentle touch of David on my flushed red cheeks. Trying to push back all the flashbacks I had, I smiled broadly to myself. I managed to escape from the Fiori family by taking my chance and jumping off the three-storied mansion, not to forget breaking my arm in the progress of it all. I remembered limping to the nearest hospital and collapsing right in front of the doorstep,vaguely remembering a pair of strong arms wrapped around me as I felt myself lifted up carefully like as though I was made of glass. I whiffed in the smell of cologne before I was whipped unconscious. David was the one that tended to my injuries, listened to me attentively and lending me his shoulders whenever I broke down thinking about it.
Taking in the familiar scent, I pushed back all the memories that once haunted me. The fact that my family sold me away, the fact that I almost married a deranged and abusive man. As I shyly glanced at David that stood before me, still a little unbelieving that I was actually being married to this angel. I was overwhelmed by the fact that I was the luckiest woman on Earth. As I pecked his cheek, I softly whispered to him ' Thank you. '
*Sorry for such a retarded essay I was in a rush but I wanted to type one out so please forgive me hahaha plus I dont usually end stories with a happy ending so I think this story is really weird cant help but add in the violent part because I just like writing violent essays. Wanted to try a happy ending because I always curse writers with sad endings so yeah. *
Give some comments please. Thanks.
Friday, October 11, 2013
Money
Topic : Money
In this current generation, many have ranked money as the top three most indispensable thing in their lives. Some yearn for money to take care of their family well-beings, while some purely just want money to satisfy their needs and enjoyments. Many have said that money can make someone happy. One can be happy by being able to fly to different continents in the world, while others can be happy by being able to purchase good food or better lodging. However, money can never buy you friendship.
I was one of the top 10 most eligible woman in my country due to my wealth and intelligence. Many flocked to me for the sake of being on the higher class society. Everyone was filled with pure jealousy towards me, some even claimed that I did not deserve all that I had. Being the girl I was, people that approached me always had ulterior motives instead of really wanting to befriend me. I was overwhelmed by the loneliness that engulfed me.
At times when I wanted to distress, I had this habit of self harming myself. Feeling the cold metal blade against my soft fragile skin, slowly cutting into the veins and layers of tissues was one of the best feelings I felt. As the blood slowly trickled down my wrist, attempting to form a pool of blood on the white marble floor of my bedroom, I winced, but not purely from the pain, but the cold hard fact that I was alone. As tears started forming in my eyes, threatening to spill out, I muffled my cries as I grabbed a bunch of dollar bills and started wiping away my abused wrist. I wanted to run away from this materialistic world, away from the root of all evil, money.
In life, people should appreciate what they already have. Friendship, family, and freedom. I had none of them, all I had was money. My family died in a fatal car crash, causing me to inherit their sole fortune. I had no freedom, with the paparazzi at the edge of my nose every single moment, not to mention, having no true friends. If I had a choice, I would choose any of those three and abandon money any time I could. When people claim that money is the root of all evil, they were wrong. Money was the root of my loneliness, which will haunt me till the day I die.
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Hero
TOPIC: Hero
As the sound of his body came into a deathly contact with the cold hard gravel ground, followed by the deafening cracks of his bones, I snapped back to reality that I had deliberately pushed him off the window of the eighteenth story building. I agonisingly limped to the body, which was surrounded by the metallic substance that was flowing out of all parts of his body, indicating that the life that was once containing him had slowly flowed away. Tears formed at the rim of my eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. It was then when I heard the ringing sound of the siren of the ambulance. It was as though something clicked in my messed up brain as I maniacally hollered out streams of laughter. Feeling the small cold metal came into contact with both of my wrists, hearing the click of the handcuffs, the only thought in my mind was that, ' how could such a small metallic piece of metal tame the beast? ' All thoughts of him being the hero in my heart slowly faded away as I embrace the last moments of freedom.
Two months ago, being the rebellious child in the family, I ran away from home. I was only fifteen. Not being able to think as a mature adult even though i always wanted to be treated as one, I accepted the offer of a guy who approached me and promised that he would take care of me like he would to a princess. Looking up at him, a peaceful warmth engulfed my heart, having the thoughts of a hero such as those Fairy tales I always read when I was young was coming to my rescue. Being an ignorant teenager, I accepted his kind offer with open arms.
However, as I sauntered into his small apartment located in the rural areas of the city, I knew something was wrong. My eyes set upon over ten teenage girls being tied up. It was as though the life in them had been taken away from them. The girls had emotionless bloodshot eyes gazing at me, with skeletal figures like as though they were mal-nutritioned. As I tried to sprint out of the apartment, I heard the sound of the hollow door slamming shut, causing me to wince from the deafening boom it had caused. The guy menacingly walked towards me, causing my heart to be in my mouth. I cowered in fear as the image I once had of him as a hero faltered away from my mind, replacing it of a devil's image.
' Please let me go, I promise I wont spill a single thing I saw.. ', I pleaded desperately to him. He grabbed a bunch of my silky long hair to pull me roughly towards him, causing me to wince as pain shot through the scalp of my head. He smiled at me sinisterly, causing beads of perspiration to form on my forehead. Forcefully pushing me against the table, a sharp pain pierced into my hipbone as it came into contact with the corner of the table. My eyes were brimmed with tears as the tears silently fell. I did not dare to make a single sound as I did not want to agitate the devil in him. As I slumped down the wall, I prayed for the glimpse of hope to be saved by an imaginary hero, which I knew, did not exist.
I was the only one in the whole room who dared to plot his death. In this World, life is not fair. Regardless of being the victim of the whole case, they eventually decided to punish me for murdering the sadistic guy who did these to girls for his own sadistic pleasure. People claimed that there is a silver lining for any obstacles, where was mine? My parents were ashamed to have given birth to me. What happened to ' Your family is the only hero you need to survive, ' which was what people preached since I was born? What happened to the heroes who will come to the rescue of the damsel in distress? All of these are fabricated. In this world, no one is worthy of being your hero except, yourself.
As the sound of his body came into a deathly contact with the cold hard gravel ground, followed by the deafening cracks of his bones, I snapped back to reality that I had deliberately pushed him off the window of the eighteenth story building. I agonisingly limped to the body, which was surrounded by the metallic substance that was flowing out of all parts of his body, indicating that the life that was once containing him had slowly flowed away. Tears formed at the rim of my eyes, threatening to spill at any moment. It was then when I heard the ringing sound of the siren of the ambulance. It was as though something clicked in my messed up brain as I maniacally hollered out streams of laughter. Feeling the small cold metal came into contact with both of my wrists, hearing the click of the handcuffs, the only thought in my mind was that, ' how could such a small metallic piece of metal tame the beast? ' All thoughts of him being the hero in my heart slowly faded away as I embrace the last moments of freedom.
Two months ago, being the rebellious child in the family, I ran away from home. I was only fifteen. Not being able to think as a mature adult even though i always wanted to be treated as one, I accepted the offer of a guy who approached me and promised that he would take care of me like he would to a princess. Looking up at him, a peaceful warmth engulfed my heart, having the thoughts of a hero such as those Fairy tales I always read when I was young was coming to my rescue. Being an ignorant teenager, I accepted his kind offer with open arms.
However, as I sauntered into his small apartment located in the rural areas of the city, I knew something was wrong. My eyes set upon over ten teenage girls being tied up. It was as though the life in them had been taken away from them. The girls had emotionless bloodshot eyes gazing at me, with skeletal figures like as though they were mal-nutritioned. As I tried to sprint out of the apartment, I heard the sound of the hollow door slamming shut, causing me to wince from the deafening boom it had caused. The guy menacingly walked towards me, causing my heart to be in my mouth. I cowered in fear as the image I once had of him as a hero faltered away from my mind, replacing it of a devil's image.
' Please let me go, I promise I wont spill a single thing I saw.. ', I pleaded desperately to him. He grabbed a bunch of my silky long hair to pull me roughly towards him, causing me to wince as pain shot through the scalp of my head. He smiled at me sinisterly, causing beads of perspiration to form on my forehead. Forcefully pushing me against the table, a sharp pain pierced into my hipbone as it came into contact with the corner of the table. My eyes were brimmed with tears as the tears silently fell. I did not dare to make a single sound as I did not want to agitate the devil in him. As I slumped down the wall, I prayed for the glimpse of hope to be saved by an imaginary hero, which I knew, did not exist.
I was the only one in the whole room who dared to plot his death. In this World, life is not fair. Regardless of being the victim of the whole case, they eventually decided to punish me for murdering the sadistic guy who did these to girls for his own sadistic pleasure. People claimed that there is a silver lining for any obstacles, where was mine? My parents were ashamed to have given birth to me. What happened to ' Your family is the only hero you need to survive, ' which was what people preached since I was born? What happened to the heroes who will come to the rescue of the damsel in distress? All of these are fabricated. In this world, no one is worthy of being your hero except, yourself.
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