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Pararae Gala

WebMistress: Pararae
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WALL OF FAME

Achungg Maniac
Ariashii
Art Angel
Bobolicious
Cutterpillow's Nook
D-vyrus
DarkSide
DOMOKUN
Earth Rotate
Ethylene
Exquisite
Feisty Princess
Fireflies
Flawless Fidelity
FrenchSha
Guess-Milk
Hainexazien
Hann
Happy Dream
Idiggitygawd
Impeccable Melodies
Jeongmal Mystery
Lost Shadows
Marrione
Mee.9 (purple_lily)
Minty Fresh
Musical Jae
Needing Oppa
Nickerzart
NineCreativity
Orenjiberry-soda
Ronix
SaMantHa
Silver Rain
Spongestatic
Sweet Temptation
Tempt me at Twillight
Top Headliners
TVBees
Utopian Min
Yunni

CREDITS
PIECE OF MIND

I'm just a little girl, living in a big world. My head in cloud. My imagination run wild. Here is my space, where I fly and dive. It ain't much, but I shall strive.

INCOMPLETE

Wielding Katana
Eye of Raven
Peril in Menacing Throb.

SHORT STORIES

The Forgotten Melody (MI Challenges)
Raisonnement, Confiance and Fric
Perhaps...The Darkness of Curiosity.
The Gift of Immortality

DRABBLES

Man of Crow
The Making
Bitter Farewell
Sailing the Boat
How I Met a Demon. (29 NOVEMBER 2011 - 17:02)
Who Am I?
Demonic Me
Demonic Lilith
Soldier
The Child: Me.
Knowledge
Dying Me
Valuing My Life
Mixing Potions of Feelings
A Deadly Game
Tampering in a Tub
Renovating My Heart
The Master He Only Have
A Man and a Piano
Two Peas in a Pod
Death is the New Beginning
Ignorant Me
Wittering Serenity
Entering Battlefield
My Name is L.
A Fight To Come

POEMS

To the Tiny Beings
A Man Can Die but Once
Forever and a Day
The Miserable Has No Medicine but Only Hope
I Like This Place and Willingly Could Waste My Time In It
Eternally Remembered
A Pearl Among the Pebbles
Who I Am
A Somebody

ONE-SHOT REQUESTS

Psychosis Attraction By SSLL Staff @ SSLL

REVIEWS

COMING SOON .

GALLERY



Package to Kill for
She peered through the crack on the door and saw a couple of man walked across the street into a nearby restaurant. The street was empty except for a homeless man sleeping under a worn out box at the mouth of the alley with a cart full of junks at his feet. She could smell the bitter stench of dead animal from him.

She held her breath and silently sighed, calculating in her next. Her next move, the road she will take, the alley she will slip into, the car she will steal, the bridge she will cross under and the building she will use to hide out for the night. Tomorrow, a ship will anchored at the harbour for exactly ten minutes. She needed to be there before the ship sails away. The plan played in her head. The map of London freshly engraved in her mind. She must move forward. If she delay any longer, she will get caught. 

She can't get caught. Not with the package in her pocket.

Siria gulped and shook her head. This time, to calm her nerve. 

Slowly, she pushed the door slowly and stepped out from the shadow. As soon as she was out in the open, she quickly picked up her pace and rushed towards the street. A spectacled brunette walking behind her stopped dead on her track as soon as she saw the blood dripping from Siria's head. From the corner of her eyes, Siria saw the woman reaching into her pocket, perhaps, to call for the police or an ambulance. 

Siria cursed under her breath. She can't deal with this right now. No time to lose. She pulled her hood over her head and scampered away; not looking back. As soon as she reached Aglo St, she turned left into the Angus St and finally into the alley between a Steak Grill & Pub and an old library. 

But as soon as she stepped into the dark alley, the hair behind her neck stood up. She stopped. Her eyes fixed on her right leg, which already disappeared inside the darkness. Something's not right. She can feel herself being watched. Someone was there, burning hole on her back. She turned. The street was empty. Not a single soul. 

"No," she thought. "Something is not right." Her heart raced. Her instinct told her to return to Anglo St and take a subway, but if she does that, she will run the risk of being spotted by one of those surveillance camera. The alley can provide her a good cover and it can save her the trouble of being caught in a crowd. Besides, she will be able to cut through the freeway and into the Middleton Park quickly, where she can steal a car and make her way to the bridge. The alley was her best shot to get to the rendezvous in time but now, the darkness seemed menacing, like an imp branching out from the devil's hand.

She gulped.

She took a couple of step back and stared into the tunnel, where the ground bent in the undergrowth. The light at the end of the alley caught her eyes. She can see the park from where she stood; the bench, the trees, the grass. Maybe she could make it if she run. She looked at her watch and cursed. Time is ticking.

This is not the time to stand and ponder on her options. She must make a run for it or double back. At this point, she would rather go through the darkness and face the invisible devil possibly hiding behind the wall rather than taking the subway. Too much risk, too many surveillance, too many potential witnesses, so many probabilities. No. This is a safer road.

She bent her body forward as she clutched on the package she had in her pocket, afraid that it will drop if she run too fast. "One," she counted in her head.

"Two," she closed her eyes and prayed to the moon. "Please, let this be alright."

"Three!" she opened her eyes and she ran as fast as her legs can carry her. She sprinted through the alley like Usain Bolt in an Olympic game. Her eyes were set on the park at the end of the tunnel. 

"Almost there," she panted. As the opening grew larger in her sight, she reached forward and gave herself a final push, before a sharp pain struck the back of her head. The ground slipped under her and she landed on the ground with a loud thud! The world around her churned and her hands fell limped beside her.

She tried to push herself off the ground and cried for help but her muscle was burning. She chocked on her scream.

"Not a strong lad, this one." She heard a deep voice coming from above her but her head was too painful to move. She opened her mouth to speak but her voice caught in her throat when a cold blunt metal touched her temple. She cringed. Panic took over her body but before she could even tremble, a loud bang broke the silence in the alley and her head jerked. The killer made around her body and could not help himself but to grin when he saw her faded pupils stared blankly at his Clarks. He bent to the lifeless body and took the package out of her pocket. 

"Too easy..." the killer said, almost complaining. Throwing a final glance at the raven haired corpse, he walked away, leaving his 'job' in a pool of blood.

"Time for some beer!"

Decaying me,
Pararae
DATE:Saturday, July 8, 2017 TIME:{10:52 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

A Half Cold Winter
"They always stand in colors," a dark haired man in his late sixties said while throwing his cigar to the ground. His third one in the last thirty minutes. His thick brows furrowed, not due to the inkling of disgust he bears the wildlings but more of the fact that he pitied them. He couldn't do anything to change the condition they are in now. The bell of war has rang and the horns blown in the distant.

He hated it. This feeling of being trapped.

This land once belonged to the great, colorful tribes of Orions. Their tall huts and colorful stones once decorated the main path of this land up to the Valley of Mu'rukh and A'hai Tai. Their children and women would swim and wash their clothes at the Lake Khur and their men would hunt in the deep forest of J'khai. Songs of Orion would hummed in the wind and roared in thunder.

Now. Now, what's left of the Orions, is only the colors on their worn out armors and dirts on their broken old faces.

Rallick, the Second Captain of the First Sons and the Personal Guard of the High Fist, was the first to be posted. No lowlanders have been this up north. When he had gotten the order from the High Fist himself, he barely could believe it to be true. The Queen is fierce in expanding her territory. She pushed her army down south to meet the hardborne ex-slaves of Kiring and lost half of his number. But she didn't stop.

Not months after the leader of Kiring surrendered himself, she turned her predatory gaze to the north, where last free cities of Orion stood in defiance of her reign.

Rallick has never agreed to this mission. The north has never done them harm. Unlike the Kiring, who openly resist the reign of the Queen by killing off the border guards and setting up fires in villages, but the north stayed silent. They watched, they listened and they speak no more.

He is never fond of going up the hills. It is not in his nature. Hell, it is not in any of their nature! Its ground is treacherous and the forest is thick, deep and dark. The big, glistening armor of the Queen would do poorly in this condition. They drag them down by a couple of notch and this could mean life or death.

"The north is too big, too wild to be controlled by any outsider." The voice of High Fist rang in his head. He still could remember his commander shook his head in gloom. This is futile. They know this. The Queen knows this. Yet, she's willing to take the risk.

So, here, he stood, on the top of the black tower built by the hands and feet of the captured Orions. And there, thousand of leagues away where the land bent in the undergrowth, they marched. A colorful army of Orions, bearing the banner of red lotus, singing the hymn of the old folks, with swords bared and armors risen.

"They came in colors," Rallick said, a taste of sorrow washed his mouth. "They have come to free their family." His head tilted to the feet of the tower. Their lifeless bodies; every man, woman and children of Orions, still shackled and bound to the walls. Not to be freed until the Queen has her way.

His glistened eyes caught the moonlight. "They didn't know."A young soldier turned to meet the gaze of his captain and chocked on his own tears.

"They came...in colors."

Ending me,
Pararae.
DATE:Friday, April 8, 2016 TIME:{2:47 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

Land of the Crown Rose
When the storm passed and warmth crept back up his arm, he grabbed the wheel, keeping it steady against the crashing waves. As he threw his gazes forward where the walls of fog cleared away like ocean parting for Moses, there, it stood. A land so vast and green. Mountains so tall and mighty that he thought the storm had claimed his life and that he has finally reached heaven.

The white beach, the sound of the waves crashing onto the shores and chirping of birds filled the sky. He has never seen anything like it. Seventy years of sailing across the treacherous sea and travelling the world and this! This is something else! Something that he has dreamed off at nights and wandered behind closed lids. The image was so close, so vivid that he swore he almost could reach it with his arms. He would give his life a thousand times to see this beauty. To savor it. To protect it. And to die for it.

He sighed. A wide smile decorated his face. Alas! He is finally here.

The last free city in the Common Realm, the Land of the Blessed Sun, the Crowned Garden of the White Rose, the Free City of Moghul and the last kingdom of the legendary, Ver Amur Andii…


“I’Methrone innin nuden maya,” he whispered in Ancient Tongue of Ca’ria. ‘I am home.’
DATE:Sunday, January 3, 2016 TIME:{2:05 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

Let It Be Known
Let it be known that this bond is made.
I speak to the blood running through my veins.

Let it be known that this vow is taken.
I speak to the air circling in my lungs.

Let it be known that this promise is made.
I speak to the spirit burning my heart.

With this vow, we are one. We are the same.
Let it be known. Let it be known.

Of friendship. Of loyalty. Of love and sacrifice.
Let it be known. Let it be known.

This bond shall be broken not.
They shall withstand the task of time.

As further than our own.
Of our life and of our death.

Stronger than the Earth.
Brighter than the Star.

Unshaken by greed, by men and by filth.
Let it be known. These words are spoken.

Let it be known.
Let it be known.
Let it be known.

Pararae

DATE:Monday, December 7, 2015 TIME:{5:05 PM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

Tribute to Archer and Emiya Shirou
Emiya Shirou

I am the bone of my swords,
Steel is my body and fire is my blood,
I have created over a thousand blades,
Unaware of loss, Nor aware of gain,
Withstood pain to create weapons, waiting for one's arrival,
I have no regret. This is the only path,
My whole life was unlimited blade works.

Archer
I am the bone of my sword,
Steel is my body and fire is my blood,
I have created over a thousand blades,
Unknown to Death, Nor known to life,
Have withstood pain to create many weapons,
Yet those hands will never hold anything
So as I pray, unlimited blade works.
DATE:Monday, November 16, 2015 TIME:{6:35 PM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

Contract of Blood and Soul

I am a figure of Shadow.
Whispers in the Wind.
Footsteps in the Alley.
Seer of the Night.

I am the bone of Sorrow.
The sins of Men.
The river of Deceit.
The fire of Hell.

I am without Soul.
I am without Origin.
Unknown to Life.
Untouched by Death.

Whisper my Name 
And I shall answer thee.

I am Thou
And Thou art I
From the depth of thy soul, I'll come.
This is a Contract of Blood and Soul. 

On my own sullied name, Amara Maryanna Kharyster Maerad,
Awaken!


Queen of Shadow,
Pararae.
DATE:Sunday, November 15, 2015 TIME:{9:33 PM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

In Midst of It All (No-Beta-Read Ver.)
He stood there. At the corner of the room, overlooking the window. From the edge of her eyes, she could see his solemn back. The tree branch knocked on the window, scratching its glass every time the wind blew against it.

“Ria.” A deep, concerned voice snapped her back into reality. “Where are you?” He insisted.

“I’m here.” She finally answered, glancing a little towards the man in white suit. As much as she wants to hold it back, her head tilted to her side, eyes rolling in annoyance. The doctor sighed heavily, throwing his pen to the opened file in front of him. He took out his glasses and wiped it with a tissue. From the look on his face, she knew he doesn’t want to be here as much as her.

“Alright, Ria. Let’s start again.” The doctor finally reached for the pen and started to scribble again. Ria glanced at the him again and bit her lips. “Who are you?”

“Can we stop this?” She finally snapped. “I’m tired.”

“Of course. We cannot hold you here against your will.” The doctor finally said and forced out a smile.


                As soon as she pulled back her chair, the man at the window quickly shadowed her. Loyally and with stern adoration, he holds her in high regards. Like always. Then. Now. And in the future.  
DATE:Friday, November 13, 2015 TIME:{12:50 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES