Break Time

    Looks like I'm gonna take a break from writing my short story. A busy time for me~ Sorry. But yet again, who even reads my blog posts? Haha... To you who do, I wanna say thankyou with all my heart. See you soon~

    Sincerly, Hazlin Emira :)

The Silver Feather : Chapter 3 The Silver Secret Part 1

    After George was laid on a mattress in the living room downstairs, I went back up to mum's room. It was tough carrying George down the stairs, luckily Scarlette assisted me but it was still a struggle. Up the stairs I walked, spotting the blood spatter on the hall way floor infront of mum's room. My heart sank thinking of the danger George put himself through.

    I entered mum's room, there the broken door laid on the wooden floor. The two dead witch's bodies were still in the room covered with blood and stinking up the room. The stench was horrible. Again, I almost vomited breathing in the horrid smell of blood and dead bodies starting to rot. I had to do what I had to do, so I opened the windows of mum's room wide open and dragged each body to the window. I lifted the bodies and pushed them out the window one by one. It landed on the ground outside the cottage.

    I couldn't resist the urge to throw up, so I threw up out the window. Vomit hurled out my mouth as if it was forced out. I felt sick to the bones and very queasy. I turned around facing mum's room, blood was all over mum's yellow carpet. I looked at myself, my shirt was covered with blood stains. What a dreadful moment my family have been through. My eye's than scanned the room. Mum's bed sheet had a little spatter of blood, while the blue carpet on the left side of the bed was clean from blood stains.

    On the yellow carpet, next to the blood stains  was the metal cylinder I held earlier. I walked towards it, blood was on it's blade end. I picked it up. The head of the metal was shaped like a water droplet upside down and it was surrounded by silver petals. In the head was a feather, trapped in the crystal water droplet. It was neatly up right, silver in colour and it sparkled in the light a little. Such beauty it was. Then I realized, the metal cylinder I was holding was a staff. Not an ordinary staff though, it wasn't made of wood like the staff witch hunters used, it was made of silver and crystal.

    Why was the staff under mum's bed? What was the light the staff gave out just then. Magic? The only magic I knew existed was black magic. Again I asked myself, why in the world was the staff under mum's bed? Did it belong to my dear mum? Frustrated I was, trying to answer all the questions in my head. After a few silent seconds, I shook my head and woke up from my day dream.

    I knew the staff had to be precious, so I decided to store it in a safe place. Under the blue carpet next to mum's bed, was a trap door. I rolled the carpet half way and got down on my knees. It was hard to find the small handle of the trap door because it was camouflage to look just like the wooden floor. Brushing my fingers on the floor, I suddenly felt a little hinge, I intersect my finger into it and pulled the door open. I picked up the staff next to me, noticing there was still some blood on it, I took my shirt off and cleaned the staff with the parts of the shirt that wasn't stained by blood. I glanced inside the small space of the trap door, there were a few books. I've never seen them before, when I was a kid I used to use this place as a hiding place for when I wanted to cry alone. Yet, all these years living inside this small cottage, this was the first time setting my eyes upon these books. My curiosity grew, but I ignored it. I placed the staff gently in the trap door and sealed the door. I pushed back the carpet and turned around walking out of mum's room.

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The Silver Feather : Chapter 2 The Saving Light

    My heart was pumping blood heavily, I could feel my chest moving as my heart pumped faster and faster. My palms were sweaty and shivering. I could see Scarlette and Alice were shivering too. I held them in my arms, it made me feel safer but it didn't help lower my anxiety. Terrified I was, but even more terrified for Sarlette and Alice's safety.

    The sound of the horses were getting closer and closer. Until it stopped. The witches were infront of the cottage. I heard the front door was knocked down with a thud. Then I heard the stomps of boots hitting the wooden floor. The sounds of those footsteps were underneath the room.

   "Niall, what ever happens. Take care of Scarlette and Alice! Don't let them be in harms way" said George on the other side of the door.

    "Ofcourse!" I answered firmly but without confidence.

    I heard George locked the door from outside and pushed the key under the door. I stood and took the key, pushing it in my left pocket. Then I went back to the corner where Scarlette and Alice were. On the floor we sat shivering in fear, my imagination was running wild, dark thoughts came to my mind. I imagined the brutal things the witches could do. I have heard many tales about witches and some stories from the country folks about the harm witches had done to their late relatives, all cruel and brutal. Suddenly, something catched my eyes. Under mum's bed something was reflecting light.

    I was curious what was shiny enough to reflect so little light from under the bed. I heard footsteps comming up the stairs. My curiosity grew. I just have to know what was under mum's bed. I stood up and ran to mum's bed. I squatted and reached my arm under the bed. I felt a cold metal. Without warning, I heard George shouted, defending himself. I grabbed the metal and went back to Scarlette and Alice. The witches were here. 

    Out of fear, Alice started to cry, Scarlette tried her best to calm Alice down but she too was dripping tears from her eyes. A few seconds later  it was silent besides the cries of Alice I heard nothing. Not even George. What happened to him? I thought the worst, and when things couldn't get any worst, it did. The door to mum's room thud. The witches were trying to come in. I held the metal cylinder in my hand, holding it in a defense position. Behind me Scarlette and Alice cried while holding each other. I had to keep them safe. If the witches came close I would hit them with this metal thing I was holding.

    The door was hit again, another thud was made. Soon after a few more blows the door took, it slammed down to the floor. There they were, three witches, two with a horrifying look while one, in the middle, her face was beautiful. Her eyes were grey, lips red as blood and hair was long and pure black. But as her eyes met mine, I felt a cold shiver up my spine, her eyes were full of evil.  

    "Hmmm... What a handsome young boy you are. It's a I shame I have to rip out your bones out for the ritual." said the witch with a slight chill in her words.

    Sweat ran down my face, I was breathing so heavily and my heart was pumping fiercely in my chest. The witch then gave a signal to the two other horrible looking witches to attack me. They came closer and closer. I held the metal cylinder in my hand tightly. Without, the two witches sprinted at me. But I was faster, I hit one witch on the head and knocked her down. The other tried to grab my head, I ducked and with all my force I stabbed the witch in the chest. Blood squirted out her chest and on to me, I pulled the metal out after the witch dropped to the floor. I was surprised to know that the metal I held had a sharp edge at the end just like a blade. The witch I hit on the head was trying to get up after a hard blow on the head I gave her. Panicking, I stabbed her in the back before she could get up on her two legs. Blood spattered out and the witch dropped dead. I was disgusted seeing that much blood and the smell of the blood reeked. I was sick to the tummy and almost vomited.

    Scarlette and Alice were still behind me shivering in shock to what they had saw. The one witch stood there at the door with her face astonishment but it soon changed. She gave a wicked smile. I held the metal in my hand as tight as I could. Unexpectedly, the head of the metal started to give out light. It shined silver light, brighter and brighter it became. It was so bright I had to cover my eyes with one arm while holding it with the other. Through the vivid light I saw the witch backing away and finally set off. I heard the horse set off and sooner the sound of the horse galloping came to an end as it ran further away. The light of the metal became dimmer and dimmer and finally it went out. What ever that light was, it saved my life.

    I threw the metal onto the floor and approached Scarlette and Alice quickly and hugged them. Tears ran down my eyes as they both held me tight, they too cried along with me. Although I couldn't tell whether it was tears of relief or tears of fear. After a few seconds, I asked whether Scarlette and Alice were alright, they both nodded silently. Then I remembered George. I straight away stood up and ran to the entrance of the room. There he was lying on the floor of the hall way unconscious. Again tears filled my eyes and a stream of tears ran down my face dripping off.

    "George! George! Wake up! Wake up George! Wake up..." I cried holding him in my arms. 

    He didn't looked hurt, but yet he didn't look well. Apart from four scratches on his left arm that drew blood, nothing else of his body was injured. I laid my hand over his chest, his heart was still beating so that meant he was still alive, but for how long?

The Silver Feather :Chapter 1 The Odd Apperance

    The sun shined bright with it's golden rays entering my room. Dust floating in the air were visible and looked like golden dust as the rays of the sun hit them. I sat up on my bed and stretched out my arms. I took a deep breathe and gazed upon the curtain covering my window, it too shone bright due to the rays of the golden sun. It was another lovely morning to wake up too and I knew I had to get up to help my brother with his farm.

    I stood up taking steps away from my bed and towards my door. I pulled the towel hanging on my door and turned it's handle. Walking down the stairs, the sounds of my footsteps were being heard from my niece. She looked up at me from the kitchen and gave a sweet smile. She was a sweet little toddler aged 3, and i loved her dearly. I smiled back. I walked to the toilet of the cottage and washed my face and brushed my teeth. I didn't want to take a bath yet knowing that I would be working at the farm and sweating. I took a good look in the mirror infront  of me. My messy brunette hair, green eyes, tanned skin, broad shoulders and rosy red cheeks. I wet my hair a little just and washed my face again, then drying my face and hair with the towel.

   After refreshing myself up, I head towards the farm behind the cottage. There my brother kneeled on the ground watching me arriving. I straight away started my work. I started working at the farm at a young age, but it used to be me, George and dad. But dad had passed away two years ago. Now it was just me and George. We chatted a little while doing our work and then suddenly I heard something.

    It was the sound of horses. It was strange because this cottage was distanced from the village and not many people would come around. I looked up at the woods at the east of the farm. I could see shadows that soon became figures. Three black horses were running towards the cottage, and on each horse was a person in black cloaks. Everything they wore was black. Somehow I felt uneasy looking at them getting nearer from a distance. George stood up and looked as he saw a ghost.

    "Niall! Get in the house now!" shouted George with a firm voice. "NOW!"

    I was shocked, my heart beated fast and I ran to the house, George behind me. Soon in the house George shut the door locked and cried out for his wife and child. Hearing George's cry they ran to us in the kitchen.

    "Lock the doors! Close the curtains! Get inside the room and don't come out until I say so!" George ordered to his wife Scarlette.
    "What's going on?! Who are they?" I insisted for an answer.
    "Witches!" George answered without even looking at me, he was busy locking the doors.

    Witches? I had never seen a witch in my life, things were running through my head. Why were they here? What do they want? What would they do to us? I was terrified, but even more terrified of things that may happen to Scarlette and her daughter Alice. We all entered my Mum's room but George. He stood outside the room for our safety. I insisted of staying outside with him but he told me to watch Scarlette and Alice in the room for him. So I did what I was told.

What I Want?

Assalamualaikum and Hi!

   Hi, now this post is mostly about myself and what i want in life and death. It's going to be a short post coz i don't have much idea now...oh well. We should start now~

   So, i think that i am cursed eith a high and expensive taste but a very low budget. All the money i get is from my sweet ma. That is only pocket money for break time at school. So I'll only get rm2 a day for 5 days in a week. That is in a school week only.

   I don't go shopping much coz my parents are the stay-home kinda people. So when we go out and shop u'll think i get to buy what i want. But no, everything i ask for ma will give 101 excuses to not buy that item for me. In the end i'll come home empty handed :( .

   So what i ask from ma? Here's te list of what i wanted and asked from ma from the last 2years:
-sneakers
-cartigen
-new bag
-new glasses
-chocolate
-shirts
-blouse
-jeans
And ect.

   From all i said above ma only bought 2things for me. Jeans and cholates. Thanks ma...but.... Ergh nvm. Maybe I'm being greedy. Am i? Ergh, i think so.

   Next, what i always wanted to have since i was a child; a pet CAT! I love cats!!! Especially black cats. Pure black. Omg they look so awesome. And what did ma say when i asked for a cat? "What?! Who's going to clean the cat's poop?! No!" and ma is 'geli' of all living animals. It is true. So i'll just have to wait until i move my own place to have a pet cat.

   Other than a pet cat I really really want curly hair! I'm so jealous of ma's curly hair. Why don't i have curly hair?! I get so jealous looking at Taylor swift's hair... Farah nabihah, wani and some other friends also have curly hair. And every time i see their hair, i just stare and admire their hair... Aishh what a pethetic life i have. So my hair is straight. More to wavy straight, maybe it suits me but i still want curly hair. Hmm. . . Nevermind i love my hair the way it is eventhough it isn't curly...

   Futher on, I seem to notice that most girls dream about having a perfect guy in their life and getting married and live happily ever after. Most girls, not all. . . Erm, i don't know why but i'm not that type of person. I don't even think i want to get married. Too much complications! Haha. . .i don't really mind though. Fate will decide if i'll get married or not. So for the groom to be(if there is one -,-) status doesn't matter, he doesn't have to be perfect, no money? I don't mind but he have to be wise about Islam and he have to be the one to guide me to Allah's path. And he have to be tall. Haha kidding.

   The last thing that i wish and really hope for is for me to be one of Allah's servant who is humble and worthy enough to be Allah's creation. I know i'll never be worthy enough to step foot in Allah's heaven but i will try hard and keep trying until the day i die.

  So that's that. Ofcourse i didn't state all the things i want. Sorry if this post is real boring. But thankyou for reading.

Sincerly,
Hazlin Emira

Soya Soraya

Assalamualaikum & Yaw~

   So yesterday I was at my friend's house with syiqin n nas. And so there was a conversation about this situation where Nas have conflicts with her bestie. So that got me thinking... Maybe I should make a post about a friend. Other than Jamila and Nina, i got this cool friend named Soraya.

   Soraya a.k.a Soya, my close friend. She's tall, white, cute, awesome personality and just a great friend. We became close this year where me and Soya sat next to each other in class. Other than Soya, I also sat next to Pyka Salleh (a cute little fwen of mine). So i shared a year with Soya.

   I known Soya since form 1 2009. She was in the same class as me but she exchanged classes. Than since form 2 me and Soya was in the same class until now. But it was only until this year me and Soya became close (i dont know about her but i think we did became close). And I had a blast with her.

   So sitting next to Soya was like having a party. Noisy, fun and sporting is how I would describe how it felt sitting next to her. Eventhough some days were gloomy either because of her moody or me being moody. Oh yeah she also is annoying! Haha she really knows how to get on your nerves sometimes. And when she's in 'angry mode' I advice you not to disturb her. . .she gets scary somtimes. Haha but she's still cool.

   Did you know she could drive a car! WHAT?! Yo Soya your not old enough... Haha. Cool isn't she. She also got a pretty face... That just makes my jelous huhu. Haha. And she knows all the right things to say to make me feel better. Our conversations are practically normal. Although I am out dated, so somethings she talks about makes me confused. Still listening to het talk about Adventure Time never seems to be boring. Soya is also a great artist. She draws very well.

   Well thats it for now. Thanks for reading this post. Well I'm lucky to have a friend like her so, sorry Soya if anything I said in this post got affensive. No hard feelings ok~

Sincerly,
Hazlin London.

Me at Penang~

Assalamualaikum and Heyy!

Good evening, well here I am at my hometown house laying on a matress all alone. Why am I alone? Bcoz my family are in Bukit Sentosa, Selangor while I stay here 3hours away from them at Pulau Penang (my grandma's house).

   I decided to stay here at Penang so I could help and take care of my grandma who isn't quit healthy. At first I was excited to stay at penang bcoz my grandma was supose to be moving in a new house. But that got delayed,but I stayed anyway. See how caring I am haha. And you know what. .  . I'm having a blast stayin here at Penang.

   Every day I would have to wake up at about 9am and most days I would have to help my granda cook. It's kinda cool really. . . After cooking I take a bath and do what ever I do to kill time. I also do some chores like drying the cloths or washing the dishes. I enjoy doing chores while listening to music, it makes it less boring and less tiring.

   I don't know why, but everyday (almost everyday) I get money from my grandma or my elders... Great isn't it?! I'll just have to say "I want to go 7e to buy some bread, do you need to buy anything?" and BAM! My grandma gives me rm50 and says "i dont need anything. Buy anything for yourself"...and I act all innocent saying I already have money and stuff but in the end my grandma will insist of taking her money and buy whatever I want to buy. Hahaha! I'm so lucky~

   For meal time, i don't know why but my apetite just vanished when I came to Penang. Which means I don't eat as muchas I do back at home. It's a great thing bcoz I'm losing weight! And when I have the apetite to eat I just go to my grandma's neighbour next door (my toksu) and ask her if I can order pizza. And BAM! She'll gimme money to buy pizza's for me and her! Wooohooo! I dont even have to use my money! Man I love it here. Sorry if I being a brat and sorry if this post is sounding like I'm showing off (berlagak). I don't mean to sgow off or anything, I'm just saying whats on my mind.

   Moving forward, this Sunday is the day my grandma will move out from her house to a new house (due to some complicated things that happened). So I'll help my grandma with that. But out of all the things I want to do at Penang, the one thing I want to do is go to Queens Bay Mall and buy that one cardigen I saw the other day. I really want that cardigen so badly!!!! I just don't have the transport to go there! Erghhh! No matter what I am going to that mall and buy that cardigen before I go back to Bukit Sentosa this 25th Dec (christmas) !!!!! And no one can stop me! Over acting.

   Well thats all for tonight. Hope you enjoyed reading, if you dont thanks for reading anyway. Do follow my blog and I'll follow your's. So goodbye for now and tata~

Sincerly,
Hazlin Emira bte Kamal Bahrain.