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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



Futile Conquest in the Dark (Amara's Version)
“I’m beginning to think that you take on martial arts to obtain self control.” Mr. Bloom glanced over the sweaty hands wrapped with white band and his eyes ran over the lithe body. He studied the hunching shoulders and heavy breath like a lion studying a prey. “Are you looking for control, Amara?” Amara looked into the deep, brown orbs reflected on the window and into a far distant. She didn’t know what to answer and she wasn’t eager in answering the question too. She, herself wasn’t sure. Amara studied her own reflection, searching for the answer she was hoping not to find, because she knew the answer, but was not looking forward to accept it. Perhaps, she already did but she simply refused to acknowledge it.

“Do you think you are losing control, Amara?” The doctor insisted, but with patient. He has always been patient. Every time the conversations involve Amara, the white haired psychiatrist chooses his words carefully. Trying to measure the extend of the words’ impact on Amara. Trying to evaluate her respond and sometimes, trying to anticipate the respond. Most of the time, he misses the mark, but other times, he hits the spot with deadly accuracy. Amara’s act has been unpredictable and her mind unreadable. It seems like her mind changes from time to time, randomly and almost…convenient to hide her true feeling. Amara has been the most interesting patient Mr. Bloom has and the most dangerous so far. Not because she was capable of violent, but because she was incapable of it.

There’s a wall building inside her mind, containing her darkest desire. He tries to reach into the wall from time to time but when he gets to the gate, Amara will direct him somewhere else. She is not delusional, not a schizophrenic. She knows her mind very well but doesn’t like what she sees up there, and so she kept it in the dark. Lock away in the back of her mind. Inaccessible, except by herself. Dr. Bloom has long wondered, what will happen if she lose control and the container break. Would she be able to pick up the broken pieces back or would she be drowned by it. Either way, Dr. Bloom is interested more into her own self-evaluation, at least for now.

“I think I am a person who has the most control of myself in this room.”

“In this room? How about out there? We have our sessions in the most unconventional place and I couldn’t help thinking that you like this place in particular. Among other unconventional places, we have had our sessions in this gym four times.” Dr. Bloom fished in again, hoping to find a fish at the end of the hook when he rails out. But Amara didn’t respond. She just kept looking into the window, being absorbed by her own reflection. “Do you feel like you’re losing balance and thus, you need this room to find balance?” Dr. Bloom looked into the reflected deep brown orbs and immediately knows the answer. There is no answer. Not by Amara and not by her longing gaze. She is not losing control. She is lost altogether. The wall is growing now, he can feel the thick bricks grew. The thing she was hiding behind the thick wall didn’t hide her feeling, it consumes her. It consumes her conscience. It reminded him of lost puppy trapped in a drain, but this time, it is not a drain that imprisons the puppy, it is the maze. The maze created by her own mind and she doesn’t know the way out. She had the key in her hand, but doesn’t know which door to unlock, or which she wants to unlock. She is unsure if the key even matches the door. She was walking through the maze, circling it. Whatever there is on the other side, she is not eager to find out. And so, she keeps on walking, despite that she knows she is getting nowhere.

“Where are you, Amara? What are you looking for?” Amara blinked once and thought. What exactly is she looking for? Looking at the empty face, Dr. Bloom sighed, almost disappointed while half of him squealed in excitement. Amara is a puzzle he cannot solve and it intrigued him even more. He is pulled into the game he didn’t remember sitting for, and yet he didn’t want to get up. The game is intoxicating. No matter how complex it is, he just wants to know the picture when the pieces are put together. The picture hidden in her mind, the picture that no one has seen before. Her true self. This is a game and the reward is amazing. No matter how long it will take, Dr. Bloom will not quit. He will keep going even if he is to be pushed down along with her. Let them wander in the dark together. Let them walk the maze together. Let the darkness consume both of them. No matter how deep the pit he has to crawl in. Let it be and let it so be.

“I think that’s enough for today. Would you like to have a drink, Amara? Or should I get your coat now?” Dr. Bloom asked, hoping for her to choose the first but knowing too well that she will go for the second.


“My coat.” Amara answered and almost instantly, he nodded. He expected that, though he wishes for different. Today’s session is quite short, but resourceful. As soon as Amara walked into the changing room, Mr. Bloom sighed. He couldn't wait for the next.
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