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Battle of the Heart

October 2nd 2007 00:42
Why does it have to be so frustrating, navigating this path? Why must there be so many complications, obscurities, so many unknown pieces of a picture your struggling to grasp.

Why do people approach the idea of gaining someone else's affections, as a battle? Why am I constantly told of tactics, or "plays", of how to gain the upper hand or lay down the rules? Why does it become some kind of silly conquest game?

Why am I different then, in wanting none of this?

I just want a relationship; an equal pairing of two like-minded people. I just want to state my intentions, my feelings, and get a response. This makes me naive, or simple, or foolish? I dont want to hear any more voices saying no, nay, I dont think so, I'm not sure of -- from within, as well as without. I want simplicity. Matters of the heart rarely involve that.


Hakunamatata; It means no worries. Well and truly my most desired mindset and yet it seems destined to elude me. I care, too much perhaps, for small things often become larger in your mind, if you over-think things. I desire, to be near you as soon as possible - an urge it seems, that wont bear any obstacles; makes for impulsive, perhaps rash, decisions. I love, and so seem destined to be hurt, at some stage, in some manner no matter how small -- its a shocking thing to realise words can actually cut or warm so much, even on a screen, on a page, a mouth.

Always, dialogue is discouraged. Don't talk too much, don't say the wrong thing, don't tell them that, tell them this, don't let them see how you truly feel - be aloof, be distant, be warm then, hot then ---just stop. I'm not a machine. This isn't a construction, a project. I'm not an actor, so I can't become anything I want to, or project any emotion I see fit.


I am me, and this is how it is.

I care.

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Strange Happenings

September 30th 2007 22:42
'The more you think of a place as haunted the more things will appear?'

Do you really think that? Its a mental, rather then atmospheric thing? Do we construct it entirely in our minds; whispers, creaking floorboards, mournful winds. Could it not be something else?I'm intensely interested in this, a friend of mine is taking me ghost hunting, to haunted places she knows of, in a few days. I'll be sure to blog about it haha; will my mix of skepticism and enthusiasm make for flat, uninteresting places while her history of 'hauntings' and bad experiences terrify her.

Will we both see one place as two? **

She was telling me once, of an experience she had:

It was dark, and everyone was sleeping; slumbering bodies criss crossed the floor of the lounge room. Only her and Nixy were awake, whispering and giggling away. The glow of the kitchen light faintly illuminated the lounge, and it seemed, called to them, beckoning. They had been debating whether to go to the effort of getting up and making something to eat. A vague disquiet settled around them as they thought about it though, a creeping cold that sneaked upon them.

Suddenly, as the tension heightened and they stared at that doorway of light, leading into the kitchen they heard an almighty crash and bang; doors opening and slamming and crashing to the ground.

'Fuck!' Nixy swore.

'What the fuck was that! Oh my god!'

They were both staring at the other with complete shock, mirrored fear in their eyes. Hearts pounding, they inevitably had the discussion we all fear in such circumstances - endlessly debated among friends. Do we go check it out? Evevntually, they decided they had to; what if it was a burglar? Or an animal, a big dog or demon cat?! All their food was in that kitchen, and if there's anything you want to avoid, its getting in the way of two mature ladies on the hunt. So they creeped toward the kitchen, poking their heads around the door.

It was complete chaos. All their food was on the ground, every draw and cupboard stood open. A heavy miasma of fear settled about their shoulders, of mouth drying, heart stopping terror and confusion. What the fuck...

'Shit!'

They scuttled back inside, waking everyone up. It wasn't a matter of 'come check this out' I think, it was more a 'thats an almighty mess and we sure as hell aren't cleaning it up alone.' But when the group returned to the kitchen, it was perfectly normal. Eerily so, in fact. Of course, no one believed them, they were bullshit artists, liars, just pulling everyone's leg...

Weren't they?

**

In that instance, the newly woken people saw only the kitchen, normal as ever, whereas the other two, having experienced something saw a haunted place, each cupboard and tile, each gleaming surface superimposed atop open carnage. They saw, then, two places.

*

Have you had any such experiences?
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Musings of A Mad Man

September 30th 2007 22:31
Hello, world.

I've had some difficulties with you before, World, you dont make living easy most of the time; it can be quite enraging in fact, which is why sometimes, I drop rubbish on your face and in your blood streams.

I kid, I would never do that, ha ha.

I'll stop addressing a non-entity now shall I? Hello, People of the World. This would be my second, and I would hope far more interactive blog. And its on a better site! One for writers, and that is essentially what I am. I write dark fantasy, and horror stories but am not limited to genre; I write what occurs to me really. Being a naturally twisted person, it is of course normally horrific - I may or may not be related to Stephen King in that sense.

I initially created a blog - not because Im an ultra tech savvy writer, but because my mum wants to start one and she naturally scares me; hence, I have decided to learn the intricacies of the process before she's breathing down my neck, the proverbial and very literal shot gun pointed at my back. I maintain that she is in fact a top operative of some terrorist network - Mum's Gone Wild - or some equally sinister group.

Anyway, that's my bit, swing by and say hello!
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