I'm 19 OMG!

Thanks for all the birthday wishes :D I felt really loved!
19....such a useless age anyway :P
But I had fun :)

I finally finished the first part of my saga for which i haven't thought of a name yet. I am currently writing the next part of it, let's hope my school work won't be so crazy and delay me like the first one.

The Devil.

“For when you die, who will sing your tales of adventure?

For when I die, who will sing my tales of adventure?”

Lifting his tired fingers across the harp

The bard gathered his last breath

To sing

To tell

In the midst of panicking soldiers

Fleeing men and women

And crying children

And fire

Blood dripped from the bard’s chest

Filled his words with anger, and vengeance,

And love…

A soft note, then a high note

“Once upon a time somewhere on this Earth,

The sun poured down its love across the golden palace stretched hundreds of yards,

And worn out, torn huts

And gray field of stampeded grass

And brown burnt trees.

Stretched  thousands of miles.

Oh, The kingdom of gold, Elia

So strong, so vile.”

The sound of the harp tore the night

Hands moving, strings singing

“Oh Eliz of Elia,

Our feared empress

A lady of only 19 springs

A golden rose in the midst of vile weeds,

So gorgeous that it outshined the sun

So fine that the moon had to hide under black clumps of cloud

So beautiful,

So fragile,

So weak,

But every rose had its thorns.

So did our lady in her golden dress.

Her loyal servant,

A man of only 19 springs.”

A buzzing sound, a curse

More feet stomping the ground…

A harsh note, a loud note, a disharmonic chord

“For our empress,

So fine was the gold,

Beautiful, lovely, gorgeous

And lustful

More.

More..

More….

They were hers!

Those shiny and splendid beauties

They were her!!

In her room, on her bed,

Cherishing her throne, caressing her scepter

Adoring her crown.

The gold mines

You could hear lively women singing lullabies to her child

While bearing loads of stones

You ccould hear children playing,

While bearing bags of stones

And whips slash

And sound of mourning

Of women who lost their men to the wars.

While digging through loads of stones to find the empress’s beauties

Gold.

For everything existed for her beauties

And her beauties alone they existed for.”

Fire rose up, licking the black sky, leaving trails of gray smoke

Strong chords and sharp notes racing.

“Why beg when you can just steal?

Why cry when you can just kill?

No more mines? Take down the North countries

No more men? Take down the South countries

Her loyal servant never lost

Her fearful army never lost

Her greed never lost

For the empress is the eternal flower and this is her garden

For everything existed for her

And her alone they existed for.”

Melodic chords filled the night.

“A child will always be a child,

A woman will always be a woman,

A man of twenty two springs came into her life

The prince of Bernat, the strongest country of the North

For him, she was willing to sign the peace treaty

For him she was willing to abandon her throne

For he is her long seek soul mate

For he is her long seek gardener,

For he…”

More violent, the harp sang

More violent, the harp shouted

“…is engaged to Ophelia,

The princess of Urye, Bernat’s neighbor.

…..

People are afraid of the night,

Because lurking in it is the evil, perfectly hidden.

Shadows moving,

Guns shot

Spears clashing,

Rivers of blood,

Mountains of bones.

And there is our empress,

Sitting on her golden throne, sipping tea.

Fingers move across the map,

Extending Elia’s border all the way to the Northern tip of the continent.

For her army never lost,

For her loyal servant never lost,

For her bloodlust never lost.

For she was the eternal flower, and this was her garden

The weeds were her food and the gardener was her slave.

Blooming beautifully,

Thorns sharp.”

Let out a long breath, the bard continued singing

Harp aside,

Broken strings.

“Her soldiers returned

Stench of blood, and rotten bodies

Worn out.

Fire cried across the sky

Canons tore the day into pieces

Windows shattered

Walls fell

Men fell

Her soldiers

Dyed the golden hall a crimson red.

From afar, a lady in rusty armor, pickaxe in one hand, gun in another,

And a troop of thousands,

Ten of thousands.

Filled the hall with vengeance, and anger

The citizens had been waiting for this moment for all of their life,

The moment when they marched into this golden hall,

The moment when they cut down that flower,

The moment when they broke free.

Listening to the footsteps coming closer and closer to her room,

The empress smiles at the golden sun leaving the tainted red sky,

Blood red.”

Sound of trumpet filled the night

With triumphant

With freedom

With joy.

Sound of people cheering

Sound of people crying,

And sound of a dying bard

With blood dripped from his chest

“Once upon a time somewhere in this universe,

A beautiful flower shed its last golden petals

Upon vines of dark red weeds

Strangled

Dead.”

The last breath left the bard’s body

Leaving behind a golden harp,

With trails of blood across the strings

Crimson red.

For now I die, you will sing the tales of my adventure.


LilCookieJar ~ Bao Nguyen

Back to school

Bahh, break went by so quick D: I alraedy have to pack to go back to school tomorrow T^T
Hope everyone had a great christmas and new year :D it's time to make our new year resolutions come true :))
And to all my love @ Pitt, East bound :D

LilCookieJar

Answer me my dear

Answer me my dear

When sky is sewing thousands of white threads

and I stand here

cold hands..

Answer me my dear

When it's Valentine, or White day

or any holidays

and my birthday

slice cake

quietly wish

Answer me my dear

When people are cuddling under the pale street light

Families around the cozy fireplace

Friends get together

And presents

And champagne

And laughter

Answer me my dear

When my heart is broken under the weight of snow

When my body is frozen with every gust of wind

Another Christmas

A thousand miles

Why is it so close, yet so far...

Bao Nguyen~ 

Thanksgiving

So, it's finally Thanksgiving, Have a great one everyone, and remember, this is the only chance you can stuff urself to death with food without having to give any excuses :)

A saga

So I'm in the process of writing a new saga, I'm thinking of naming it "Evil Saga" but not sure yet, anyway I'm really busy with college and stuff right now so it's coming along pretty slowly, but no doubt it'll be on here soon in around 2 months ^^