:: Time ::
The clock ticks by
Will the old man die?
His fate is resolved,
By time
Yet he survives
Left with eight lives
A second in time
Just nice
A second more
Death would call
A second just,
In time written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: Diamond Blade IV ::Old Mr Chow's mind was swirling with questions and doubts, confusion and uncertainty. The was car racing at a deadly pace on the highway and Chow held on tightly to what ever he could get his hands on. Tom Tank was not very sure if he could even get out of the city area safely with Chow alive. He pushed his leg harder on the accelerator. He repeatedly shot a worried glance at the side mirrors of the car, fretting they might catch up. Those black men were not easy to deal with.
The sound of motorbikes were rising in a soft crescendo in the near distance. Toms heart started racing.
"Put on your seatbelt Mr Chow, and brace yourself," Tom mumbled to Chow. Apparently Chow actually understood but Turner was in no mood to be impressed. He jammed his foot down the accelerator and the car shot forward. Poor old Chow was thrown back into the seat. It was getting increasingly difficult to weave in and out of the traffic with is slowly thickening. Turner foresaw a jam ahead; his eyes were scanning everything around, looking for a way out before the inevitable.
The bikes were closing in with their full throttle. It was so much easier for them to get through the traffic. Turner was starting to panic, his eyes darting con brio within his sockets.
A gunshot fired and smashed the side mirror. Chow jumped in shock. Another few bullets smashed the window next to Tom. Turner gestured to the wheel but Chow was too stunned to understand what it meant. Tank grabbed his arm and placed it on the wheel and shouted to him "Drive!!" Chow nodded his head absentmindedly, while Tank loaded up a gun he pulled out from under his seat.
The black motorists were showing up rather big on the rear mirror as a couple more bullets penetrated the car body. Chow's driving was not exactly fantastic as he caused the car to sway from left to right, fast and slow. Turner stuffed the gun barrel through the tiny rift between the seat and the head cushion and aimed for one of the motorist head and fired two bullets. His gun was able release two bullets within a split second of time. He knew the helmet was hard and so he took no chances. The first bullet punctured a hole in the rear window, clearing a clean path for the second bullet. The distance between the two bullets drew smaller, slowly, and as the first bullet hit the helmet, the speed was too slow to penetrate the dense glass-plastic. It was then for the second bullet to do its job. It hit the first one right on the back, hammering it through the helmet with great force, causing it to hammer through the motorist's skull. That was one down. Tank's next couple of shots were all in vain.
Turning his attention back to the wheel, relieving Chow of his stressful duty, Tank steadied the acceleration of the car as it shot down a slope. The scene ahead wasn't exactly a pleasant one. After the downward gradient, there was and uphill road which was currently growing as more cars join the line. It seemed inevitable but not for Tom. He moved the car to the right lane and then, jammed his foot down, hard on the accelerator. The Black Motors were left behind. Tank made a sudden swerve off the road shoulder and up the railing, just when he was about to join the queue. The vehicle flew off the railing and soared through the air. Just below them was another highway. Rather empty. Chow prayed hard and braced himself for a heavy impact which never came. When he finally opened his eyes, he found himself cruising the skies in the butler's car.
to be continued...
written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: Diamond Blade III::
David’s search came up with nothing but void effort. He paused for a moment to ponder. No information on the net had ever been able to hide from David after he sent out his search engine. This was the first time. It had either to be extremely protected, or that none knew about it, or that all who knew about it refused to reveal any information as they too, want to lay their hands on it, or that the only people other then David who knew about it were all guarding it? There were so many possibilities but it all boiled down to this. Whoever has or knows about it does not want anyone else to get it, be it protecting it or using it.
This was rather vexing for a young adult like David. Probably troubling for adults twice his age as well, that was if they had the same goal to achieve, and the exact same desire for that treasure that David longed for.
David rested his eyes for a moment and sighed. He had only gotten one of the long list of things he desired. He opened his eyes and turned his chair such that it was facing one particular screen. He opened a console and typed in a series of commands. Several different sections then appeared on the large screen, each showing a different scene. The house was empty. All the cameras in the mansion showed no sign of intruders. David decided that maybe it was about time to give himself a break from all this planning and searching. He cracked his knuckles and took his leave. With the staff in his hand, David opened the mechanical doors as he took off at a quickened pace. He took the west wing and headed to the most deserted part of the mansion. It was forbidden to everyone but family members. As he continued along the corridor, his paced slowed down. Pictures of David’s ancestors hung on the wall, preying on David as he passed.
David paused at the end of the corridor, where a grand oak door stood in his way. He raised the diamond blade so as its diamond hilt was under the camouflaged red beam of light. The heavy oak doors began to creak open, its mechanical hinges groaning under the intense weight. A soft carpet of moist, yet yellowish grass greeted his feet. Throughout the whole area, there were tombstones after tombstones. It was his family graveyard. Each tombstone had it’s own little flower garden around it, but now, all the flowers were all dead. David walked by each tomb stone and knelt down to pay respects each time he did so.
It took him an extremely long time before he actually paid respects to every single parent, from mother and father to grand parents that dated all the way back into the 14th century.
David knelt down beside the two newest tombs and removed the dried up flowers from the two mini gardens. He then replaced the empty gardens with fresh new flowers he took from the grave yard’s nursery. As he worked, he chatted with his parents. Telling them about recent happenings in his life, about his search of the treasure, about all the information he had gathered, and that soon, he would be able to have revenge.
At that moment, emotions started swelling up within him. Sorrow, anger, rage, frustration, lamentation, all mixed together as one blob of complex emotion, capable of making one lose his sanity. David held on to reality. People that have died can never come back to life. The only thing you can do for them is to take revenge, he told himself.
David, with his fist clenched tight, punched the grass hard. His teeth were gritted hard against one another. He then swept out of the room with the diamond staff. He could take no more of the past haunting him. A little boy watching his parents being brutally murdered was enough to turn his soul evil.
written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: Diamond Blade II ::A small and humble chinese antique shop in the heart of the United States of America, Texas, stood in a secluded corner of the street. It was a place where none would spot unless one was looking for it. And yet, strangely, even though the shop had a measly number of 3 to 4 customers a week, it managed to survive an impressive 7 years in the business.
The warm rays from the sun shone mighty through the minute rifts between the tiles of the roof. The shop design had the typical temple-like appearance and inside, was a real systematic mess. Goods ranged from beautifully crafted porcelain plates to ancient chinese paintings to queer devices none has ever seen. The shop owner, Mr Chow was a man already in his 70s.
He rested his bottom onto his cane-woven chair and gazed lazily outside the shop. The small stretch of road was still left the same as it was 5 hours ago. His little Chihuahua, xiao yu(little jade) hopped up onto his lap as he rested his back onto the wall behind. His eyes were starting to feel droopy. Who wouldn’t at hours like this. It was already 2:00pm.
A huge man walked in. He was wearing a black suit, a pair of black sunglasses and he was so tall that Chow’s height barely reached his shoulder. It was an American man. Chow exited the counter and welcomed his customer. The giant took three steps forward and before he knew it, his surroundings started dissolving to reveal a new place. Cushioned armchairs, a fire place… definitely from a rich family. It was like the walls of his shop crumbled, just to reveal that it was built in someone else’s home. Then some mystical force knocked him back awake.
Chow opened his eyes and removed little jade from his lap. What a queer dream, he thought. He looked at the grand father’s clock across the room. 5:15pm. He had been asleep for more then 3 hours. He scanned the room and just simply made the assumption that noting was stolen. He stretched his muscles and lifted himself off the seat, proceeding behind the counter. Little jade rolled on her back and stretched her four limbs, then fluffed up her fur. Chow called to her and she trotted over to him. He then put her on the counter and sighed. The pendulum of the clock ticked to a hypnotizing rhythm. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. And just when Chow was about to enter dream land again, he heard footsteps sounding through the vacant street. He jerked up his head and adjusted his apparel, awaiting the arrival of his guest.
A huge man walked in. He was wearing a black suit, a pair of black sunglasses and he was so tall that Chow’s height barely reached his shoulder. It was an American man. Déjà vu, he thought, as he hesitated to step out to welcome his guest, but decided that his walls couldn’t crumble. Chow stepped out with his feet a little shaky and soft, and with an authentic chinese accent and a whole load of broken English, he said ”Welcome here shop chinese shop. Got good anti buy,” his voice quaking a little. The mammoth reached into his coat and absentmindedly handed Chow a card as he feasted his eyes on the treasures hung and arranged all over the room. Chow took the card and read it quickly, afraid to take his eyes off the client, fearing he might break something.
Tom Tuner Tank,
Butler of Mister David DrovelThe first thing Chow thought was “rich man’s servant!”. He probably was looking for something very expensive. Chow decided that maybe the dream had meant nothing as none of the walls did dissolve. Chow stepped forward to show Tom some of the antiques that were more to the expensive side, but his customer seemed uninterested and searching for something.
“What sir look for?” Chow asked, but there wasn’t a reply. “Mi help looking if sir tell me,” he pressed on. Still no reply.
The giant browsed the shop for 2 hours, then finally decided that asking might be a better idea.
“I’m looking for a –“ his sentence was interrupted by a gun shot, missing him by and inch. A huge vase behind exploded into pieces and Chow stared at his treasure, jaw wide open. Tom drew a gun from somewhere in his coat and ran out. It was followed by a series of gun shots, followed by a loud thud, like a ton of canvas hitting the ground after falling of the building.
Tom rushed back into the shop and told Chow, “Follow me. Quick. More are coming.” He carried Chow on his back and dashed out of the shop, on his way, his dropped a canister at the door way. Tom rushed Chow to a car and pushed him in. The next moment, the car was speeding and weaving in and out of the traffic.
to be continued...
written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: Diamond Blade I ::Mr Wholeman walked over the room to the fireplace. He looked David in the face and put out his hand, wide open.
“It’s about time you pay up my boy,” he threatened. David simply stared back with a blank look. “Pay up or else...” Wholeman continued, but was cut off when David sudden stood up from his arm chair.
“Or else?” David teased cheekily, the suddenly changed to a downright serious tone. “Or else what, Mr Wholeman? How 'bout showing me what you’re capable of?”
That did it. Wholeman took a couple of steps back and pulled out his revolver from under his coat. “You asked for it,” he muttered under his breath and aimed it right at David’s chest. David however, was not panicking at all. “Is that all you can do?” David shook his head as he gave a malicious chuckle. His grip tightened on his walking stick and slowly, he raised his head and looked straight into the barrel of the gun. It was shaking. Bad move for Wholeman. David sensed uncertainty within his creditor and took that opportunity to strike. With one swift action of his staff, Wholeman dropped dead and fell onto the ground, as dead as a doornail. He gloated and removed it from within its victim. Blood dripped from its end and David wiped of the thick maroon liquid off his treasure with a white silk hanky. He reached into his pocket and retrieved a whistle. A dog whistle. He blew into the opening and within seconds, a large black husky emerged from behind the veranda door. It looked at David and started sniffing the body. David gave the dog a little nod and it dragged the corpse into the balcony, leaving a trail of blood behind. David sighed and called for the butler to clean up the mess. He took his place back in the arm chair and gloated over his kill as he sipped slowly from the dainty teacup, his staff placed beside him.
The staff, was made by Master David himself with a solid diamond hilt and a titanium plated diamond blade. So almost the whole staff, or rather sword was made up of diamond. A priceless treasure and an extremely powerful blade.
“Anything else, Master David?” asked the butler after he finished cleaning up the mess. David gestured for the butler to come over. “Come here, Tom. I need some information on this person.” David reached deep into his coat pocket and took out a folded slip of paper with a passport-sized photograph attached to it. He handed it to the butler. David smiled at him and gave a small nod. Tom left the room. David paused for a few moments and then proceeded on to the computer room.
He keyed in the password into the console and the mechanical door slid open. He walked in and took his place in the cushioned armchair which stood proud in the middle of the room. Computer screens booted themselves as David slotted the Diamond blade into a slot just beside the chair. The blade was also a key to most of his privet files and documents. An invisible computer chip was installed in the blade and programmed to open his main gate and door, and also to grant himself access to his computers.
A keyboard extended out from the side of the armchair and David started his search. His personal search engine appeared on the screen and the cursor blinked intermittently in the search box.
to be continued...
written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: my friendship with you ::
transferred from the previous blog, tiny tales
The past is gone
And the present is here
Remember to treasure
What you hold so dear
The future is there.
Out of reach
What will happen?
Will our friendship breach?
Fate brings in
Time and tide
Within your heart?
You decide
Eight months back
Nine years post
What are my feelings?
Words void most
Time will pass
And chapters will close
New ones will open
A never ending pose
Yet one will pass
When time is gone
But still he'll hold
The memories so fond
For dearest Cora Tay Zhuyin
prepost-poem prose
it was once where our friendship was rocky. exteremly shaky, so i wrote it for her, expressing my feelings about our friendship and hope that she'd too would try to help to preserve it. well, presently we are still good friends, though her parents aren't too happy about the fact that their daughter has a guy as her good friend, so the ride is still a little bumpy.
written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: Lurking in the Darkness ::
There’s a dark corner
Across the streets.
It is a place,
Light never meets.
Shaded by brick,
Sheltered by wall,
Shielded from light,
Indifferent to all.
*~*
As darkness falls upon the skies,
As sunlight says its last good-byes.
As tide brings in the silver seas,
The gleaming swarms of silver bees.
A stir amongst the black of night
In the corner away from light
A shadow moves and shifts inside
Within the corner it will hide
I saw it moving
And boy I did
It was in the corner
The corner where it hid
I stretched out my hand
Towards the nook
And before I knew it
My hand it took!
It pulled me in
Into the dark
And then I heard
A black dog bark
I escaped quickly
And left the place
I was frightened,
White in the face.
I looked at my arm
A row or marks
Made by that creature
In a nice red arc
What might it be?
I asked myself.
Maybe it was… …
A little green elf?
But I was quite certain
It was some thing else.
Something really quite
Which could move with stealth
So what was it?
No one knows.
Until now,
The mystery’s not close written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: Depression ::
Inside your soul,
As it churns.
It irks one much,
As it burns
But from the past,
Will he learn
And from the past,
What will he earn
written by MitZukin Mrvica
:: opening post ::
Welcome all, to this brand new blog, Poetic Prose. in this blog, I am going to post works of literary arts. Poems, Prose and Plays. hope you guys will enjoy it. (:
written by MitZukin Mrvica