Short Story: Guardian Angels

Dear diary,

It happened again. Another piece of the soul dropped in; another incident where that person is struck with guilt, wanting to let go, leaving the people he cares behind, thinking it is for the best which turned out to be the other way round. Does he not have a clue that what he feels and what comes across his mind would eventually affect him in any ways? The plant in him is struggling to survive, but the mineral provided is never enough, not with all the negative emotions he recently has.

It is interesting to know that his kind practises the same culture as he does; to give up when they’re at their best instead of when the time is right, to not let go of their past but holding it tight to their chest, to not forgive themselves when the others already did. Certainly, there are the exceptional; one ruler does not measure all units, does it? Still, I never really understand the reason why. Perhaps this is the uniqueness of their species which differentiates them from the rest of the kingdom, whereby they have the Balance, be it the thinking, the attitude or the actions taken.

Long ago, it has been known that all souls are to be replaced by plants instead of crystalline, so that it can be taken care of by the owner itself, with the positive emotions and thoughts as the minerals needed, not to mention it is not as fragile as the previous design and definitely means whole lot better since the humans have to work on it, bringing it up. I’ve come across with a person year ago but was never close till the beginning of this year where I started to notice him more, with his attitude for friends and eventually, I decided to stay close by, interested in the up-building soul of his, to see how he is going to manage the obstacles which are to come.

We have our own rules when it comes to dealing with the living beings on this planet, especially the Homo sapiens, who in turn like to be known as humans, the ruler of all species. We are not allowed to have direct contact with them, no communication, not implication, nothing but to watch over them, checking their growth every now and then, pray for them whenever they’re at their worst, hoping their souls would stay strong till the very end. We must never reveal our true identities, except those who can no longer stand it, seeing the dying soul, who secretly take over the body of one of the friends, to encourage, to help and to wake that person up from the deepest sleep, despite the cases which have failed; those who want to join in the fun, to personally feel the atmosphere of being loved, being cared for.

Whenever one is depressed, less mineral being produced; whenever one is angry, acid is produced; whenever one reaches the max, one leaf falls; whenever the plant is dying, the soul too. And here I am, sitting at the side, hoping there will be no more fallen leaves, pieces of the soul; here I am, waiting at one corner, hoping there will be the moment where this particular person realizes his fate; here I am, looking around, hoping there will be someone who is able to make his day; here I am, curious, wondering when he is to water the plant with tears of joy instead of sorrow and blame, when he is to release the guilt in him, when he is to smile again, from the bottom of the heart.

If only the mankind can hear us, without having us to break the rules; if only one of them know what they’re dealing with when their very souls are shattering; if only.

Yours truly, The Guardian Angel

Short Story: The Container

"I hate my life! Why must it be me? Why can't it be my brothers and sisters instead? I just hate it!"

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Dear diary,

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It has been two days ever since she took me home. I know I should be grateful that she willing to keep me, away from dust and the stupid old man who seems to be ignoring me. Everything is fine, or at least i think it is. I just don't like the food she's providing me.

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Yes, I know. Don't be picky over the food. But, I've been dreaming of tasting something different, like bread and sweets, instead of plain dust or insects! Again, yes, she's feeding me with insects, the dead ones. Yuck! That's not it. She brought me to this room, which smells and dark. I'm afraid of dark! Thank God there are the others too, my relatives, but, they don't seem to be as cheerful as they used to be. Also, I noticed we have something else in common too, being fed with insects.

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I tried to come up with some ways to get rid of the insects within me and I did. I got the rat nearby to clear them for me. What a brilliant idea, don't you think? Well, there's another thing about this plan though, the rat stepped on me too, which dirtied my outfit.

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Anyway, back to the plan I was talking about. I thought I would have teach them a lesson, the girl and her friends I mean. Unfortunately, I failed. They somehow managed to get more weird looking insects and stuff them in me! Oh dear. Longhorn, Orange Tip, Leaf Hopper and so on. Gross! To make it worse, they added in naphthalene and wrapped me up! And now, I'm here with all my relatives, spending the rest of our life in this dark little rooms, with the preserved insects in us.

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Till then I shall write again.

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The Container

Short Story: Cursing I Love You

The girls ran as fast as they could, away from the man. There was a certain distance between them, yet they felt so close, for they could still hear the heavy breathing of his. As they got closer to Room 6197, their desire to survive grew stonger. They rushed themselves into the door, feeling relieved, thinking they finally got rid of that mad man.

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They were wrong. A hand reached out from the other end of the door, attacking aggressively, stopring them from closing it. Together, the girls tried to block him from entering, but failed. There stood the man, breathing hard, half of the eyeballs sticking out from its socket, covered in red. Looking at the seven angels, he took a few steps closer. The word "terrified" written on their beautiful faces. He reached out his hands towards the girls. One stood up, staring into his eyes, she said, "it's about time."

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Confidence overtook her fear. A smile lifted on her face. The rest too stood up and gathered by her side. In a blink of an eye, the man's lips were sewn up, turned into a doll before he could react. The girl picked him up, looking as beautiful as ever.

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Months ago, she bumped into him during an outing. He tried talking to her and there, he started to befriend with her. The truth was, he had heard about her and friends, was only looking for a chance to get closer to them, so he could take them down as ATM machines. However, he never knew the girls were no ordinary girls. They could see through people's mind and too possessed some dark magic. While the man plotting his plan winning the girls' heart, they already started their way to bewitch him. She, as the eldest among all, took part in the role play.

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"Each time I said 'I love you', the spell we have cast on you grew stronger. It's only the matter of time before the spell is complete," she said to the doll. The man was stunned. He shouted and cursed, but the voice could never reached, not to mention he couldn't move at all.

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"You messed with the wrong people. Goodbye," she continued, knowing he would have gone nuts by now. Before she and the gang walked out from the room, she threw the doll into the dustbin and started a fire in it. The man screamed in anger but could never be heard.