Monday, 31 May 2010
Can I cast a spell ?
Tuesday, 18 May 2010
The inevitable return of the great white me
Tuesday, 6 April 2010
He's back!
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Who am I?
Tuesday, 16 March 2010
On my way
Monday, 1 March 2010
Ideal Job Stuffs
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Meowz
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
(Don't) Stand by me
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Fucking Battery Man
Monday, 25 January 2010
Fantasy stuffs
Saturday, 16 January 2010
HAHA!
Sunday, 10 January 2010
Long days and pleasant nights to you
Tic tack, tic tock
Time flies by, time is running low
Tic tack, tic tock
The time has come for all to know
Tic tack, tic tock
Time may pass but he never forgets
Tic tack, tic tock
The son of time will revive your regrets
The singing and noise, coming from the center of the city were loud enough to be heard even so far away. Of course it wasn’t loud enough to cover the noise of footsteps approaching. At the dark alleys on that side of Farhnam, very few people were brave or stupid enough to be wandering around at that time of night. Midnight was approaching, and the sound of footsteps was coming closer. Calm yet steady, you could tell that, whoever was walking down the old, brick road was certainly not in a hurry. As the footsteps slowly came to an end, the tall figure stepped out of the shadows of the road, and let himself be bathed by the dim, blurry yellow light of a street lamp. He was quire the peculiar sight, if you had to ask me. He wore a long, red coat, with many silver and golden chains hanging by the just as many pockets. A beautiful white shirt a black pair of trousers that matched perfectly with his black leather boots. Two white gloves and a monocle, and as if to add to the already mysterious appearance, a top hat. With his left hand, he pulled a small chain, revealing a beautiful pocket watch. The man stared at its beautiful carvings for a second before bringing it close to his face and whispering a carefully chosen word. It made a light sound as the cover opened, revealing the insides of the watch. A normal person would probably stare in awe if he somehow happened to take a small peek at the miracles happening in that watch. It was like looking at a caricature of the whole universe… Galaxies swirling, suns exploding and solar systems evolving, the seer amount of energy and colours was enough to drive any sane person mad. However, the noble looked at it for a few seconds, then yawned lightly and closed the cover, putting the watch back to the right pocket. Then, he turned his head around and looked at a specific corner of the road, as if he was waiting for someone to show up there any minute now. And there! Indeed a figure did show up, only fragments of seconds after the man had turned to look. Isaac, cause that was the boy’s name, who had now left the corner behind him, running as fast as he could, didn’t stop, not even when he passed by the strange figure standing under the dim light of the street lamp. He didn’t stop, not even when he saw the figure wink at him with a wicked smile, before turning his back at the boy who was running, his coat turning gracefully, like some sort of cloak. Isaac’s pursuers didn’t take long to arrive at the scene. Of course, by then, Isaac had managed to turn into another dark alley. The man though, had stayed behind, right at the same spot, with the only difference that now, he had turned his body completely, facing the bunch that was running towards the direction they thought Isaac had taken.
“AFTER HIM! HE CAN’T HAVE GONE TOO FAR! SEARCH EVERY ALLEY, EVERY DUMBSTER, AND EVERY UNLOCKED DOOR. IT’S THE LAST TIME THIS LITTLE RAT STEALS FROM US”
“My dear men… There is little reason I am sure, for this ruckus” said the beautiful man who had now approached them and was standing right in front of the crowd. The mob didn’t seem to recognize the man; however he did look like a noble, so a whisper spread among them. The one who seemed like the leader, John Longbottom, a fat, short little man, who reeked of brandy, bowed a bit, his short body making a spasm, as a greeting to his superior and tried to explain himself.
“You see sir, tha little brat that passed by right now, running; he’s a well known thief around these parts, sir. If by any chance you happened to see where he went, could you be so kind as to tell us?” he asked in his loud voice. As he spoke, he resembled a pig, but the time-teller was kind enough not to let the ironic smile appear on his face.
The noble man didn’t move, he only smiled a bit and bowed back, gracefully as if he was trying to teach John the proper way to do it.
“I haven’t introduced myself, have I?” he started, “My name is Jake T. Black. At your service”
“At your service me lord. Now aboot that child…”
John tried to start but Master Jake interrupted him.
“Do you know what time it is, Mister Longbottom?” The smile on Master Jake’s face was showing he was much enjoying this little farce; however, Mister Longbottom was reaching his limits
“It’s half past midnight me lord!” he answered, this time hastily and in a rude tone, as if he was trying to make it clear that he was not amused. “Listen if you can’t help us, me lord, I’m afraid I’m going to have to…”
Once again, the fat man was interrupted, but this time it wasn’t Master Jake’s words. A big leather pouch, filled with golden coins was now lying at the feet of Mister Longbottom.
“I believe that’s enough to cover the boy’s debt, right?” asked Master Jake in a cold cruel voice this time.
The angry men were all staring at the ground, while Fat John was crouching down, shaking, not believing in his eyes
“Well?” came the cold voice again, and John looked at Master Jake with awe.
“Yes sir! Thank you sir!” he answered as he began picking up the coins greedily and shoving them in his pockets.
Master Jake turned his back to the mob and tapped the edge of his hat.
Now it’s you and me, dear Isaac…
The wooden door closed as quietly as possible, in that old, moldy cabin Isaac called a home. Well, not an actual home, more like a hideout for cases such as this one. It wasn’t all that rare for him to run around the town really, searching for places to hide. Thus, he often used abandoned places like this one in order to lose his pursuers and spend the night. The strong smell of wet old wood and rats didn’t make it easy for normal people to sleep, but the boy was quite used to these types of odors, so he didn’t seem to mind.
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Ok, so this is pretty huge, so there will be no lyrics, just the song . See ya next week!
Sunday, 3 January 2010
AAAND A HAPPY NEW YEAAAAAAAAR!
How've you been? It's been a while since I updated stuff here, so now that I'm officially back, I do owe you a small recap of things, right? Well, aside from leaving this place for a week, and going out on a date with a certain girl that I like and watching two anime series (of which I enjoyed none) and reading half of a book and half of another, there's not much. Actually, no, there are a lot more than that, but I'm like, really bored of describing everything, I've told these stories like a hundred times already. So I'm going to analyze something completely different for once!