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Pararae Gala

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Site: Pararae Gala/Ravenism Pendesee'
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Currently: Building sand castle in the cloud. Killing time. Shooting cats and chocking dogs.
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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



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

The Ponds of Silver Tears
She pushes her hair behind her ears. They fall down her back, overwhelming her small frame, and effortlessly rest on her ankles. The waves gives the impression of a river, which water is as white as snow gathering under the sail of moonlite. It glistens like a silk against her pale lips, as if one could see right through her.

She peers from behind the red curtain and a ghostly reflection stares back. Its eyes are like foams drifting on the billow-height from old-spent waves by a lonely shore. It stares with such intensity, yet with such hollowness that one would find himself drifting into the depth of the earth. There's nothing in it. No remorse, nor a child's glee. They're just a pair of expose and nothing more.

She turns from the storm, the thunder roaring above the sky and the pounding of wind against her wooden house. She pulls on her sleeping gown and drags her feet to one corner of the room, where a rusty, silver harp rests beside a wooden stool.

It has been awhile, she nods. Since the tune of those beautiful strings ever sing in this storm. She touches its first string, tempted to stroke it into play, yet she stops and sighs.

No more, she whispers to herself as her eyes drifted away with a thought that sings in her mind, with stern and decorum like a countenance it wore...

She whispers...

"And her eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,
And the lamp light over her streaming throws her shadow on the floor,
And her soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted, nevermore!"

Poe-ing me,
Pararae
DATE:Wednesday, April 22, 2015 TIME:{4:28 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

I Am Lost
For I wonder in the shadow with my head hang low. It has been a while, I note to myself, still counting the peebles on the black sand. 

The sky overhead seems ominous and baleful of sinister wind circles me like a rough embrace of a snake. 

Still, I keep going. 

The thickness of my lashes smeared heavily on my eyes. It feels cold. My eyes feel cold.

Then I notice that the black sand beneath my feet had turn to white snow. Soft but like a cold kiss, it falls on my cheek.

Still, I keep going.

'Lost,' I whisper to myself. 'I am lost,'

Yet, my legs won't stop. 

And like a thunder, it roars. It becomes so clear, the face of my doom.

Finding me,
Pararae.
DATE:Saturday, March 7, 2015 TIME:{8:19 PM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

A Black Sign of Fate
She squinted her eyes as a bright light showers over her from an unreachable distance. She raised her palm, looking through the gaps of her fingers.

There, in the distance, stood a black figure, liking to that of a man in armour. Its sword reached forward to the ground. I thought he was merely standing, but when he swung his sword over his head, I realised he was gesturing something to me.

Again, he swung his sword forward, its tip hovered above his foot. I frowned. Instinctively, my eyes diverted to my own feet, and in that light, my shadow stared back at me with its eyes so dark, its like two empty holes were punched there.

I staggered.

I could feel my feet trembled, my lips quivered and sweat ran down my forehead. I tried to move. I wanted to move. But my legs failed me.

I stared into its darkness and just as I feared, it leaned its head and blinked. My mind filled with horrorfying cry. I choked on my scream and felt my breath leaving me.

This time, I'm sure, is the end.

But as my hope faded away, a sound of horse pranced through the ground awoke my spirit. The black knight gallantly marched forward with his unsheathed sword lunged ahead.

It flew like a spear, a roll of thunder followed its trail. 'A savior', I sighed. As a smile of hope curved across my jaw and a soundless cheer soothed my heart, I watched the sword came to my rescue. But as quickly as the ray of hope bathed my longing face, it dimmed instantly.

A sharp pain jolted through my heart and blood fell like a river.

I blinked...

The End.
DATE:Thursday, March 5, 2015 TIME:{6:49 PM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

Scorching Lies
Who is she? Is she real? Or is she just an illusion in your mind…as real as the rising sun, scorching your skin. Or is she just a rumor? A petty talk of small birds in the sky, singing a bittersweet melody that invokes your imagination to feed your ego. Or is she just a reflection that you see when you look into the mirror? Does she really exist? Or is she just a figment of your dream? Life, after all, is an illusion. There is no reality and there is no dream. Life is just a space where layers and layers of reality stack each other. Intertwine. Connected. And disconnected.
               
Am I her? Is this her talking? Or is this something else altogether? How can you be sure? Do you really know her? Can you really know her? Who is she? A nerd who studies every hour of the day? But if she studies every hour of the day, then how can she have time to be something else?

Do you want to know the truth? But, what exactly is ‘truth’? Is it a fact? Or just a vivid explanation made up by those with so-called authority? Or is it a well elaborated lie?


Define truth… 

Lying Me,
Pararae
DATE:Monday, March 2, 2015 TIME:{2:26 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

A Dreamless Reality
There is a dream that you dare not speak. A dream so terrifying, it wakes you up every night. A dream so real that you wish it is just a dream. A dream you are so afraid to mention for fear that it might be true.

The dream that haunts your every sleep. Feeds on your fear and misery. Tells you a tale you wish it hadn't.

A tale of your requiem.

You may wish to forget its menacing voice. Cruel whispers that follow your every step.

But you knew you can never be rid of it. It is a part of you as you are a part of it.

One and the same, like a reflection of a mirror.

One side to reveal the other...

You seek the truth behind those whispers.

You seek the answer behind those questions.

You seek safety behind those threats. A security blanket. A sturdy shield. A warm embrace. A firm, guiding hands.

The world is cruel and fate is twisted. Men lie and betray for own benefit. Stab and mutilate to serve one's purpose.

There is no salvation. There is no way out. The end is near and here you are...

Hiding inside your shell.

Courage, truly a very rare feature.

Invoking me,
Pararae
DATE:Friday, February 27, 2015 TIME:{1:06 AM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES

A Long Hallow
It has been a long while.
It has been a long time.

The silent is beckoning me.
Yet my mind keens to speak.

As my fingers dance on a white sheet.
To convey the mass inklings to the reads.

My lusty feeling cannot wait.
For this silent, for me, to break.

So my spirit does not wane.
To the gentle moon, it shall win.

Lord! I must say!
Give me the strength!
Give me the voice!

For this will refuses to surrender.
For this body yearns to fly high.

And into this page, I shall convey
Truthful messages into kindly words.

So, I shall take my leave now and sail away,
and cross my fingers for our next conclave.

My short hallow to you, my friends.
And a short goodbye until time comes.

May all celebrate and rejoice in peace.
This is me,
your humble writer,
and a soulful blogger,
Pararae.
DATE:Saturday, July 12, 2014 TIME:{12:38 PM} COMMENTS: (0) REPLIES