Writing Prompt Response : Write something relating to 'space', take the word however you want.

Greeting, Wanderers!! Please forgive me for using this format instead of standard post!

As you can see, this is not the standard Scribble format, this one is a story that I wrote as a response on the Writing Prompt sub reddit. Not that you could even access reddit here in Indonesia, unless you used a few unfiltered DNSs. 
Writing Prompt is a sub where you could post an idea and let people write a story about it, or read ideas posted by others and write a story about it. This one below is an example of the latter. 

On another note, I'm terribly sorry for the last scribble, I hate killing characters and although sometimes it's necessary, the one on the last story is disappointing because it only serves as plot device on stagnated story. I would try to make death more sacred and meaningful, if I ever need it again. 

Let's get going. The tittle is a bit vague: it didn't even describe what was a space: a buletin board? A picture frame? An empty wall? For me, it's an empty room. Once, when my parents' home is being constructed, I took the liberty to enter one of the unfinished room, and I like it. I mean, it was empty (duh), and I just like imagining what I could fill it with, what would I do with it.

When everything had been set into place, it was too difficult to imagine it filled with anything else.

I like empty room.
But I like being in your side more ;) (take the sign already, b-baka!)

Fasten Your Seat belt, Wanderers!!!

It's always empty.

A room, second door to the left from the backdoor. Well, no one save employees would've know about that room anyway, but its emptiness baffled me.

The room's gray concrete wall isn't painted, and over time it gains a white and green pattern from the moss and rainwater oozing in. The main room is enough to hold the occasional patrons, and so there are no immediate need to expand customer area. And yet the bar owner doesn't use the room for storage either, the first room is more than enough for both rest area for employees and storage. Well, the employees only consist of me, the owner and her daughter, so there are no need to expand storage nor the rest area as well.

The room is always empty, sometimes in the dark and rainy night where no one comes I would nervously looked at the door connecting the rest area and the empty room, afraid some kind of abomination would break in. And then the owner's daughter would come to check on me, scare me to death and laugh at me.

Even after I graduated from high-school, I kept my job at the bar out of sentiment. Of course, I also got a job for the day, but I would spend most of the night at the bar. The owner was nice woman, but she was getting older, so I met her less often. By the time I got to fifth semester, she stopped visiting the bar entirely.

Her daughter was just a year younger than me. She keeps visiting the bar at night, supervising me, replacing her mother. Sometimes we just talk over coffee on the rest area, about movies, about music, small but nice talk. The room is still empty though, and I never asked her about it.

By the time I finished college, the daughter dropped out, and the bar closed. Apparently the owner sickness had worsened, and they decided to sell the building. I visit the owner sometimes, and paid part of the hospital fees without noticing them. But the daughter knows, and would scold me the next day, saying something about telling them first. I never told them though, they wouldn't accept my help.

The room stays empty, even two years after the bar sold and replaced by a small convenience store. The only difference is the white paint, apparently the new owner planned to use it as storage area.

Three years after the bar sold, I married the daughter, and the bar owner died. The room still empty, but I had purchased the room and only the room from the convenience store owner. It is now my personal spot, a memento from the dark and rainy night, an almost sacred place for both me and my wife. We repaint it together, with two walls for one person. The west and south wall is mine, painted navy blue and moss green, respectively. While the north and east wall belongs to her, painted bright pink and blazing orange.

A year later, our daughter was born. The room stays empty, though. We repaint it every year, but I never placed our belongings there. My wife would tease me about how I was afraid an alien or a ghost would come there at night. And then we would laugh together.

When our daughter was old enough to be elementary school student, I died. My wife didn't even cry for me, that tough bitch. But my daughter sensed her sadness, and cried for her.

The room stays empty, though it is a bit bleak now. My wife still repaints it every years, and she still keeps it empty, as though it is my second grave. Sometimes our daughter would spend her day there, but even her keeps the room empty and clean. My wife never forbid her to bring anything inside, but for some reason my daughter never keeps anything inside.

The room is empty, it always have, and it always will. Just like my wife's heart.

But I do wish I filled both of them when I could.

You might now unbuckle your seat belts.

What do you think? I don't really have anything else to say, so let's end it here.

Critique and suggestion is always welcome. See you next scribble, Wanderers!

Scribble 7: Edge of Eternity

Welcome, Wanderers, to another story presented by yours truly, Lennius Reinn-Lasch.

Sorry, that was from another story. I always wanted to say 'humble anonymous writer', but as you could see my name below each post, I wasn't exactly anonymous. Not that it pose any problem for me though.

On another note, I've been using the word "Wanderers" for a while now. I took it from this freeware game 'Endless Sky', where the Wanderers are three meters tall bird-like alien race. Not that any of you would play that game, though. It's Steam-based freeware.

Okay, the title is somewhat lacking explanation of the content, so expect anything from the story of Middle Age Crusader knights facing a pantheon of angry Egyptian gods that teamed up with the Greek Olympian gods over the right to blast a Roman pagan temple off the planet (which I cannot write due to my limited ability), to the army of three meters tall alien cats fighting human space fleet over the ownership of a Whisk*s factory on Saturn's moon Titan (which I can't write either, not yet.)

Anything is possible, for it's another tales of a Reinn-Lasch family member.

This story is marked R-17, for Mild Usage of Profanities, Mild Gore and Graphical Depiction of Violence.

Well, enough small talk. Let the Scribble begin!

Scribble 7: Edge of Eternity

The legend spoke of the immortal magician, who walked through time as easily as walking through various lands.

The legend spoke of the miracle she made, and how she will return someday, to once more show miracles.

The legend spoke of the immortal magician, unrivaled in benevolence and beauty, who held secrets of the stars high up in the sky and far below the earth.

"There was stars below the earth?" the eleven years old I asked innocently, while my grandmother patted my head, smiling.

"Yes, my Reinia, the stars aren't only those that shone in the night sky, but also in the depth of the earth, and of course, the light that was inside the heart of every human. And so, Reinia, you were forbidden from hurting anyone, for every time a heart was hurt, the light inside it would waver and dims, but every time a heart receives love, the light inside it would shine even brighter."

"What is love? Is it edible?" she laughed, while I tilted my head in curiosity.

"That, my Reinia, is a question you must find your answer yourself. Most of it aren't edible, though." she laughed again at my confusion.

[Seven years later....]

I was in a pretty complicated situation.

No, that was an underestimation. I was in really bad predicament.

Fifteen minutes. That was the time limit of my calculus exam. And I hadn't even answered half of it.

"Okay, put these on the bracket, multiply this, do a log operation, which was it again? Right, then integrate everything.... done, moving to next question..." I was working at astonishing speed that my teacher would be really proud of me, but that didn't compensate for the limited time.

I was on your standard gosh-I-studied-last-night-and-fell-asleep-while-doing-the-exam situation, the only difference being instead of studying for the exam, I was binge-watching this detective movie series I torrented the day before. Pretty stupid move, I know. Blame the story writer and the director for making such interesting movie.

"Alright, that's it, you may put down your pen and I will dismiss the class." the teacher, who was a handsome man in his thirties, paused before frowning at me "Miss Reinia Reinn-Lasch? You may put down your pen. The exam is over."

I kept writing. A few of my classmates stared at me.

"Miss Reinn-Lasch, if you keep writing after I said three, I'll scratch your name from the attendance list. Three."

I thrown my pen to the table, my classmates chuckled.

"Yes, Mr. Seid."

He sighed "I used to have high expectation for you. Well, not anymore though. Now I just hoped you didn't spend too much time on your movies."

"How did you...."

"The class is dismissed, check your belongings before you leave and be careful on your way home."

I walked home with confusion lingering in the back of my mind. The only conclusion I could get to was a spyware on my laptop, there was no way he could do more than that, right?

Wrong. He didn't do that. I did a scan with every anti-spyware programs I could acquire, watching the active process list closely. Nope, nothing, nada. I did get 15 adware wiped out, though.

"Well, I could at least believe that he didn't stalk me though." my face turned beet red "What am I even thinking? He wasn't the most attractive teacher, and more than that he was calculus teacher! There's no jobs that's worse than that!"

"Oh, wait until you have to talk to a lawyer. Now that was something worse than a calculus teacher." a woman stood in my room's door, arms crossed. Her white dress gave her somewhat serene appearance, she looks like in her twenties, but I bet my money she was far older than that.

"Wh-who are you? And how did you got here?"

"From the front door, of course. You're too busy crushing over Adam Seid to notice me getting in, though. I'm Ysdarien, by the way, nice to meet you."

"Ysdarien? What kind of name was that? And I'm NOT crushing over him!"

"How rude, that was a name given by my father, you know. And oh, by the way, I'm your great grandmother."

I felt like we were nonchalantly skipping through critical information here.

I stared at her, still dumbfounded, when she suddenly stepped forward and touched my chin. It was a mere touch, as if she was observing an artifact, and yet the simple act brought immense pressure towards my body.

"What-" I could barely breathe.

"To be able to share your love to anyone, and to be able to receive love from everyone without hurting anyone, don't you think it's so beautiful?" her facial expression turned somewhat lonely, as the pressure brought from her proximity had practically suffocated me by this moment.

"I... can't... breathe...."

"Ah, sorry, you're so cute that I can't help myself, ufufu~" she stepped back, and I inhaled as much air as I could.

"Now, Reinia, had you ever heard about the tales of the Immortal Magician?" I felt like we were skipping through a lot of important details, but knowing that this person could accidentally killed me just by touching my face, I decided not to bring those up.

"The one about the immortal magician that produced miracle? And how she would come back someday?"

"Yep. What do you think about that legend?"

"A total nonsense. I don't think magic even exist."

"And yet you're deeply affected by that story, adopting the values of the selfless, ever-benevolent magician over yourself."

"A successful education on my grandma's part?"

"Probably, but would those values deeply ingrained inside yourself if you thought it was total nonsense?"

"What are you implying here?"

"What if I told you, if the magician actually existed?"

"Where was that physics notes, I thought the material would start from fluid dynamics and thermodynamics, but that woman had a habit of inserting classical mechanics on every exam so...."

"Excuse me, I do believe that you are ignoring me." a huge pressure emanated from her being, and I started to suffocate again.

"I... wait..." and then I collapsed.

A few long seconds later, or what I felt like so, heck it could be three days for all I care, I woke up to a soft feeling under my head. And I was pretty sure that was NOT my pillow.

Seeing that the only person in the same room was that self-proclaimed great grandma Ysdarien, I won't be surprised if she gave me a lap pillow outa nowhere. Which she did.

Wait, she did?!

"Huwah!" I sat up suddenly, with deep crimson face, surprising her in the process. "Wha-what did you do?!"

"Just giving you a lap pillow. What, are you the type to get flustered when another girl saw you in your underwear?"

"Of course I am!"

"How did you even survive your PE class?!"

"I, I changed in the bathroom.... wait, that's not the point! Why did I suddenly blacked out, and how long had I been out?"

"I just touched your shoulder a bit, and then you suddenly collapsed for five minutes. Relax, I hadn't molested you or something, yet."

"I was worried about that last word."

"I know. Me too. Anyway, about that legend-"

"Don't [anyway] me!"

And then I fell down.

"Eh?!"

I felt nothing, but I could tell that something was breaking inside me. I didn't know what it is, or even what it looks like, all I could tell is that there were cracks all over it.

"It had begun, huh, I don't think it would start so soon." and then she suddenly kissed my forehead.

"Wha-"

"Relax, I'm just containing the power so that it won't overflow. Back to the legend, the true legend start with the story of Zahara Reinn-Lasch, whom lived two hundred years by acquiring immense magic, and then died peacefully, but her power never burn out completely, flowing onto her descendants. Thus a cycle was formed, every two hundred years, a Reinn-Lasch would be chosen to become the vessel of the power of eternal youth, while the previous vessel would die. During that two hundred years she will never age nor die, even when decapitated, mutilated, burnt at stakes,,,,,"

"I got the point."

"The eternity starts at different age for the chosen vessels, as it was measured from previous vessel's end of eternity. It seems like tonight is the start for you."

There goes my college life.

"Wait, I can't stop aging at eighteen!"

"Really? I thought eighteen was the peak of a girl's beauty."

"No, even so, how should I explain this to my pals?"

"There are another solution, even though none of the past vessel had tried it. The truth is...." she swung her hand, making complicated pattern in the air and pulling a thin knife out of thin air. "Two hundred years is not enough for me. I want to live longer, longer than anyone else, so that I could reach the same magic as Zahara Reinn-Lasch. And do you know how to achieve it, hmm?" she touched my chin with the flat of her knife.

I didn't know what she is going to do, but I didn't think it was a good thing for either of us. And yet her mere touch had my body freezing to the point that even my breathing was obstructed.

"The way to prevent the eternity from flowing out of me," she carved a thin line just under my chin, I could feel blood dripping out of it. "is by killing the next vessel before they inherit the power of eternity." she grinned maniacally as she held my chin with her left hand and pressed her knife to my collarbone.

"I hope we could play a bit longer, but I was running out of time, so I'll kill you right now." the blade is digging onto my skin, I felt like time suddenly slowed down as I saw something like a timer counting down in front of my eyes.

10...

9...

8...

So this is how dying felt like, huh? It felt terribly unreal, the pain in my neck felt so far away as the knife is pushing deeper and deeper onto my skin.

7...

"What are you doing, lamenting your fate like a defeated dog." a voice resounded in my head.

Well, it's not like I could do anything about this.

"Of course you could, you're the proud Vessel of Eternity, pinnacle of Reinn-Lasch magic! Stop underestimating yourself, Magician!" a bright figure entered my field of vision as the timer counted down to 6.

"Resist her. Fight her."

"I can't."

"What do you mean you can't? Held your head high, Reinia Reinn-Lasch! Unleash your Eternity!"

5...

Half of the blade had already entered my body, there are no saving me right now. Soon it would puncture a major blood vessels and ensures my death, but my heartbeat is surprisingly calming down.

4... my thin shirt, the one I normally used to sleep, is now drenched in blood. At least I won't have to wash it, huh?

3... 2... 1.... Aah, it's time, huh? Goodbye....

"Seriously, what are you trying to do?"

Eh?

My lips moved, my vocal cord vibrated, my lungs supplied the air flow needed to produce something that was unmistakably my own voice. But it was against my will, as if there are someone else controlling my entire body. My right hand made a gun gesture, the middle finger touched her squarely in her chest, and with a loud explosion the woman who had suffocated me with a mere touch was thrown backward. With nonchalant movement, my left hand ripped the knife from my neck, and the deep wound instantly knitted itself shut.

"Opposing the Vessel of Eternity with a mere conventional weapon is just plain stupid. Didn't you said it yourself, the one who held the power of Eternity cannot be harmed lest the time comes for the Eternity to be inherited by the next Vessel." my mouth smirked. "The countdown of Eternity had ended for you, and now, you're just an utterly normal old woman, albeit with the looks of 25 years old. Do you know what that mean, Ysdarien Reinn-Lasch?"

A fraction of a second later, my body thrust forward in a swift movement, embedding the knife in Ysdarien's body.

"But.. how..?"

"You seemed to miscalculated something, old woman." the knife keeps digging deeper, blood flowed out through her clothes. "Don't worry, it'll end soon."

No, wait, I don't want to be a killer! Stop!

You cannot stop me.

Who are you?

I am the Eternity, the pinnacle of magic, the source of immortality. For all intent and purpose, right now I am you.

No, please! Stop!

I managed to halt my hands. But the body in front of me is already unmoving...

No...

Her blood, my blood, and my tears mixed on the white linoleum floor as I collapsed over her cold body.

My body might not age for next century, but deep inside, my soul was already dead.

My notes for that day, 98 years ago, ended at that sentences.

My mother found me the next morning, caked in dried blood, my hands was still holding to the knife that embedded in Ysdarien's chest.

She was shocked, but still calm enough to turn me over to the police. And in the end, I was declared innocent as I technically killed Ysdarien in self-defense.

But she knows better. I told her everything, and even demonstrated my power, she knows that I'm no longer her daughter by this point, that I had changed at fundamental level. In fact, could I still categorized as human?

I took out my stylus, and began writing at the holo.

Reinia - August 19th, 2104. Aboard the Sapulintang cruiser, crossing the Atlantic.

I wrote this as I looked at the horizon, reminiscing the first day I became Vessel of Eternity 98 years ago. Oh, how I hope that day could end differently, without anyone got hurt, much less died.

But there is no point in regretting time long past. Sooner or later, I must return to the Federation, to the Reinn-Lasch family, and finally relinquish the burden of Eternity, even though I was out of contact with the main family 30 years ago. I mean, Ysdarien did came outa nowhere and not even my grandpa know her, so she must've lost contact with the main family for quite a long time too.

Anyway, I'm currently crossing the Atlantic on a huge city-cruiser that was practically a movable island, from the Federation towards the North Chile Republic. I'll write more once we resupplied at next Nexus Port. Reinia out.

The Scribble will now ends.

That was somewhat brutal ending, and I don't like it the least. I always hated killing characters, even when they're a total jerk that deserved death more than anything. And I cannot bring myself to just let go of my characters.

Anyway, see you next scribble?

Scribble 6: A Little Sad Story.

Welcome, Wanderers, to a starless realm where the eternal black flame rampaged over the land.

Just kidding.

Well, this one was suppose to be a response to a Writing Prompts on reddit titled [A "popular" girl falls in love with a "nerdy" boy, however he hates her and she spends all her time trying to impress him], but ended up out of the topic of the prompt and I decided to post it here.

Mainly because I think there were cool lines in it.

I posted it there anyway though, half of it. This is rated E 10+ for everyone 10 years up in ages.

Anyway, Let the Scribble begin!

Scribble 6: A Little Sad Story

Again, the wind blew through the window, fluttering the curtain.

"Why..." the beauty in front of me sobbed "why, of all people, I have to fall in love with you?"

Something is breaking inside my heart when I saw her crying, but I can't do anything, not if I don't want to see her hurt even more.

Truth to be told, I didn't want to see her cry. But the Fate is just too cruel, it let her fall for me, knowing full well that I won't be able to stay by her side.

"And why!" she looked straight at my eyes accusingly, tears on her face "Why can't you even give me a chance?!"

"I'm sorry."

The truth is, even now, I don't know the reason.

I don't want to see her hurt.

But I can't do anything.

And yet I let her have the hope. Those lunch we shared together, the time I just can't refuse her dragging me everywhere...

Half of this school inhabitants would kill to become me, and yet I....

"I'm sorry, for giving you too much hope. I should have told you the first time we met."

She wiped her face.

"No, I should have known this. From the very beginning. You...."

"It's not your fault...."

"Then whose fault was that? Huh? Whose fault was it that I looked just like her, that my voice just like hers, that every.single.thing. that I did remind you of her?"

She hugged me, I tried my best not to flinch. I patted her head slowly.

"It's my fault for trying to find her in you. It was my fault for not being able to move on from her. So I'm sorry." I took her hand, and turned away.

"May you find your happiness."

"But you are my happiness."

"Then wait for me, until the sky on my heart has a place for another star to shine in it."

That was five years ago.

A girl named Emelyn Reinn-Lasch suddenly confessed to 18 years old me, who still can't forget someone from further past, even now. I never tried to contact her again ever since, even though I watched her progress closely, almost obsessively, even. I know she was still waiting for me even now.

There were times when I hope I never met her, when I hope she never met me, and neither of us have to hurt each other. But then again, Fate was too cruel to just let me be.

Or maybe Fate was trying to tell me, that there was no use in indulging myself in the past, hurting myself over and over again.

And then there were times when I hope she would just give up on waiting, she deserves someone better than me, someone not shackled by his past. She deserves life with someone who loved her as much as she loved him.

It was not her fault that I met someone just like her in the past. Nor was it her fault that the girl I met six years prior to her confession had accepted my confession, only to disappear and never to be heard again.

It was not her fault that Maya Ellenfelt had broke my heart eleven years ago, and yet she had to suffer because of that. No, it was not Maya's fault either. It was all my fault for still clinging to Maya's shadow, not even giving Emelyn a chance. And yet.....

And yet here she was, still as beautiful as the day she disappeared, no, she was even more beautiful now, standing in front of a convenience store as the sudden downpour drowned all other noise, as if playing a symphony to the tune of my sadness.

"Maya...Ellenfelt...."

"Oh, err, sorry, but who were you again?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I got the wrong person."

"You could at least give reasonable excuse, Raph, you just called my full name earlier." she chuckled "Where was your glasses? I almost can't recognize you without those, you know?"

I was at loss of words. Maya Ellenfelt, the girl, the only girl that talked to me eleven years ago, the girl that had made me unable to forget her even now, had suddenly appeared in front of me, as abrupt as her disappearance.

"I'm sorry for disappearing so suddenly, you know how my father was."

"You could at least told me."

"You know I couldn't...." she turned towards the rain "I, I'm sorry. I should at least told you."

I turned towards the rain, what I heard as a symphony before had turned into a cacophony, a chaos of sound that break my ability to form a concrete thought.

I'm the worst. I had hurt the two people who had selflessly cared about me, who had loved me with their whole heart.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have said that."

"Still the gloomy one, aren't you." we turned toward each other at the same time, eyes locked. "Is that place for me in your heart still exist? Or have you found someone else to fill it?"

"I-" she stepped forward suddenly, cupping my face in her hands. I hold my breath.

"I'm going to disappear again soon, so, please find your own happiness." and yet tears fell down your eyes! How could I be happy when you were in so much pain?

But I didn't say anything.

"Please promise me, that you will give her a chance." I gasped. "You know that I can't be on your side, so," she retracted her hands and wiped her tears.

"But-"

"Don't make her wait any longer. She deserve you." and still tears flowed out from her eyes. My sight turned a bit blurry, before I realized that I too was crying.

"But she deserve better than me! With her devotion, her willpower, while I would just break her over and over again..."

"Aren't you exactly the same as her? Waiting for me all this years, even rejecting her, your heart had broken too much already, Ralph. It's time for you to find home, happiness."

"But you are my happiness."

"I could sue you for copyright infringement, you know?" another voice came from behind me. As I turned my face, I saw her, holding an umbrella. no, she was holding several umbrellas.

"You should at least wait for the kiss scene, Emelyn." Maya chuckled, her tears had completely wiped dry.

"As if I would let you do that! And here I am, running through the rain because a certain mysterious person texted me, just to find lovebirds flirting under the rain. I shouldn't have bothered." she turned away, but Maya took her umbrella and walked past her.

"Take your time....."

A drop of water drifted from her face, one wouldn't be able to see the difference amidst the rain, but I know.

It was her tears.

I deserve happiness? What a load of crap. She deserved happiness. A happiness I would never able to give to her.

"As if you hadn't hurt enough already...." I muttered under my breath.

"Did you say something?"

"Nothing. Are you going to give me one of those umbrellas or we have to make do with one?"

"As if!"


"Now, now, don't be shy..."

"Idiot!"

"Ah, don't run! Give me the umbrella first!"

The Scribble will now end.

Was that really a sad story?

Well, it is for you to decide, fellow Wanderers. As there are no absolute answer for the matter of feelings.

See you next post!

Scribble 5: Teacher, Love, and Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle

Hello [Again], Wanderers, to one corners of the internet that even I didn't remember why I created in the first place.

Well, at least now I would know what kind of google search that would drag you here by accident, sorry guys, if you're here while searching for school assignment, you could go back to the google search page.

Alright, I will cut right into the chase. There was this obsession of mine when I was on my Middle School and High School days, where I spent a lot (and I mean a lot) of time studying theoretical physics, well, as far as high schoolers goes, that is.

And no, the teacher was NOT a pretty woman in her 20s that I wanted to impress, in fact, he was a middle-aged man.

There was this interesting concept in quantum mechanics, dubbed the uncertainty principle, which basically states that if we could precisely measure the position of a certain particle, we would not be able to precisely measure it's momentum, and vice versa. In other word, a measurement of a particle would always a trade off between the precision of the position or the precision of the momentum.

What on earth does that concept have to do with Love?

Is probably what you thought. Well, making a connection with it to Teacher would be easy enough even for normal human being, but remember, it's me who was writing the scribble. When you read a story where a princess fell in love with a dragon instead to the knight, which I actually wrote, you should have already gave up hoping to read an actually coherent story in this blog.

On a side note, this was actually a Reality Fiction. *yay*

And no, this scribble wasn't written with both Teacher and Love because I'm into older woman.... well, maybe a bit.... wait, that's not the point!

I'm getting less and less inspired to write this opening, so before I lost all inspiration for this, Let the Scribble begin!

Scribble 5: Teacher, Love, and Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle

How? How could I ended up like this?! The question kept repeating through my head.

Scribble 4: Sisters x Assassins

It is always about love.

The one that world sought, the one that crushed the world million times over, the one that the world had sacrificed everything for, it was always.....

Oh, what? The Scribble hadn't started yet? My bad, I offer thou my deepest apology.

So, hello Wanderers! Thanks for once again being careless enough to be dragged to this obscure edge of the internet! I can't even begin to imagine what kind of bizarre random google search that drags you here, but I'll thank you either way ^_^

This Scribble is rated PG-16 (by me), so all you kids please go back to whatever that you do before you saw this post before you got traumatized for life.

Anyway, this time I'll be talking about two things, 'Sisters' and 'Assassins'! These two topics weren't naturally connected, and no normal, sane person would think about one if someone mentioned the other, which actually proves how far removed my mind is from mainstream definition of 'normal, sane human being' 

As you might've thought, this story would revolve around the concept of sisters that was also assassins, and may or may not feature a bloodthirsty lucky cat figurines that shoot 9 mm Parabellum bullets from its paw. Yeah, looking at the pattern of my past stories, modern societies' common senses definitely won't apply to this story either. If you were all for Reality Fiction, I must deeply apologize that you won't find that here, at least not now.

Anyway, before someone mistakenly give a call to the asylum and sent me there *shivers*, The Scribble will now begin.

Scribble 4: Sisters x Assassins.

My military grade composite knife was just a mere milimeter from her throat, but so was her extremely thin blade, gleaming menacingly under the blue glow of the moon. Our face was so close that we could almost kiss, our eyes filled with understanding and sadness, that our long awaited reunion after all these years were under this rather, difficult, predicament.

"Well, I guess this is the end for me, huh?"

"Don't say that. You're stronger than this. Why won't you end me?"

"If either of us managed to kill the other without hesitation nor remorse, then the one that got killed was a failure as a sister."

"Indeed. But it's not like we could stay locked like this forever.  Sooner or later, at least one of us will die."

"Then why don't we die together?" I increased the force on my right hand, pressing my knife further, while letting her blade touch my neck. "Dying together with your loved one sounds really romantic, doesn't it?"

"As if. I'm not really into incest, so if you were to die for that ridiculous reason, I won't be on your way."

"Sigh, you still unable to accept my sisterly love, can you?"

"I'm just unable to process emotion in general. Now let's end this before both of us die out of exhaustion." then silence, as the stalemate keep progressing.

"Hey, sister. Do you remember how we first met?" surprisingly, she initiated a conversation, something I hadn't seen often.

"Of course. How could I forget the day I fell in love?"

"I swear on this blade of mine that I will kill you." she said in completely flat tone, but her eyes turned somewhat nostalgic. I smiled

15 years ago.

I'm still a kid when someone who claimed to be my father brought someone who was, and still is, a spitting image of myself, the only difference being her white hair was almost colorless, while my hair still have a trace of gray on it. For the first time, I know what a family means.

The child, whom our father had introduced as my twin sister, was a fast learning girl. What I can do, she can do faster and better. What I can't do, she learned to do in short time, not a single time I could beat her in practically anything except uselessness.

Two years later, war broke on that small country. Both of us were separated by the war torn land, left alone after our father got killed in a stray shot while trying desperately to protect us.

I became a hitman, killing only for the money. I got a new nickname, Red Line, and now I almost even forgot my real name before I met her today. I heard the news that she had became a notable hitman too, she had became the Cold Dagger. She had became a better assassin than I am, without letting the slightest influence evade her preparation.

And then, on our 28th birthday, the [Timeline] had chosen the worst irony as a birthday gift. We are recruited to kill each other.

My knife was just a mere milimeter from her throat, but so was her extremely thin blade, gleaming menacingly under the blue glow of the moon. Our face was so close that we could almost kiss, our eyes filled with understanding and sadness, that our long awaited reunion after all these years were under this rather, difficult, predicament.

"Then to honor your oath, I would swear that no other blade would be allowed to take my life~" I respond to her words in a mocking tone.

"Hey sister, have you ever [Kissed]?"

"Are you trying to distract me? It almost worked, but you need more shocking question to truly shake my consciousness."

"We're about the only sisters in the world that could have a casual conversation while literally pressing our blade on each others' neck."

"And hearing you said that with a perfectly flat tone almost made me think that it might be better to let my head decapitated right here and now. Almost." for the first time in forever, she giggled.

"This would be the end of at least one of us, so I'm not going to hold anything back. I don't want either of us died without even knowing how we feel toward each other." she took a deep breath, "Sister, [Red Line], I love you, I love you! I love you so much that I cried every night just thinking about the possibility that I might not be able to see you again! I love you! I love you!" repeating the same three words over and over again, she dropped her blade, and I retracted my knife. Tears dropped from our eyes, and I embraced her.

Only to find a ridiculously thin blade embedded on my stomach, extending from her left sleeve.

"*sob* .....I love you....."

You said such a thing while stabbing me?! What a strong conviction. I sighed. She had steeled her resolution to kill me today, even purposefully lowering her guard and tricking me, there are limits on how much you could be better than your twin sister, you know?!

"If that knife could kill me, then this would be a really sobby dramas." still embracing her, I said those words, my voice filled with both relief and sarcasm.

A simple blade couldn't kill me, not unless she aimed to my heart or head. As this was our first meeting in 12 years, she was yet to be aware of this fact.

"Don't worry, I love you too," I brushed her hair. "my sister, [Cold Dagger], Felina Aeris." I kissed her lips, and then the world was dyed red.

We were sisters, united and separated by series of coincident on the grand scheme of [Timeline].

That day, I, the [Red Line] Carenina Aeris and my sister, the [Cold Dagger] Felina Aeris, disappeared from the world.

And thus, the legend of [Frozen Blood], the legend that would dye the entire world in the color red, the legend that would spread carnage all over the world, had begun.

The Scribble will now ends.

Alright, I'm a coward that couldn't kill anyone in a story, so please forgive me that this story didn't have the violent ending that some of you [may] have expected.

And in the end, I didn't get to use that lucky cat figurine that could shoot 9 mm bullet. *chuckle*

This scribble was kinda short, wasn't it? The word count was barely over 900, while my first scribble barely have over 800 words, the scribble titled [Falling in love in literal sense] have over 2000 words. Well, this blog don't have enough scribble to have average word count yet, though.

See you next incomprehensible babble!

Writing Prompts responses: "What if I told you, I created Magic?"

Welcome, Wanderers, to a place where logic were thrown out of the window, err, my room has no window, so it might have been more appropriate to say door. Not that it matters.

As you can see, this is not the standard Scribble format, this one is a story that I wrote as a response on the Writing Prompt sub reddit. Not that you could even access reddit here in Indonesia, unless you used a few unfiltered DNSs.

Writing Prompt is a sub where you could post an idea and let people write a story about it, or read ideas posted by others and write a story about it. This one below is an example of the latter.

The story begin here ;)

I opened the great gate of Britania Magus Society, and immediately greeted by an old man in pitch black robe and unruly silver hair.

"Merlin!" I hugged the old man, my very first mentor. Oh, how I missed him. I think it must've been more than a decade since the last time I saw him, and yet his magical aura was even stronger than ever.

"My my, Izrdien. You've grown up to become a splendid lady. It's hard to believe that you were this little girl that accidentally turned herself to a weasel in the Hex Incantatum class." he stroked my long hair.

"Ugh, please, I cannot forget that fo years! Anyway, since I'm finally become a member of Britania Magus Society, care to accompany me to a tea?"

"As usual, I can't seems to understand your thought process. But I cannot really refuse that, so let's get going."

Sitting beside the window, I looked at Merlin's tired eye, only to find a burning fire on the place of his normally sapphire eyes. He was not Merlin.

"Revoke Pasithea, Invoke Iris, show me the truth." I muttered incantation for dispelling illusions under my breath, but his appearance stayed the same. Is he actually changed his outward appearance with Hex Incantatum or similar spell?

"That won't work. As you might've guessed, I used Hex Incantatum to actually change my outward appearance."

He could hear my incantation?! I shifted to defensive posture, preparing basic reinforcement spell.

"But now that you've noticed that I'm not that old geezer, I might as well reveal my identity." with a fiery flame, his black robe changed into black tuxedo, his silver hair became long enough to reach his knee.

"Mephistopheles at your service." he grinned maliciously, his arms spread wide.

"So that's why your aura was different.... wait a second, so the one I was hugging when I entered that room is...."

"I must say, your body have exquisite proportion, madam...." without letting the old man finish his sentence, I slapped him with magically reinforced hand, repeatedly.

But he simply teleported away. Not before my fifth slap though.

"That freaking HURT, you know?! Why would you slap me when you're the one who hugged me in the first place?!" he held his red cheek, but it's actually pretty impressive to be still alive after got hit with my Obsidian-class reinforcement magic.

"THAT'S because! Ugh, you know? I'll let it pass. So, why were you impersonating Merlin?"

"I think that form would be the most appropriate to talk with you regarding a secret mission from the Society."

"Yeah, right. As if they would offer a secret mission to a fresh graduate like me."

"Precisely because you are a fresh graduate, miss Izrdien of Reinn-Lasch, that you are suitable for this mission. You have a special affinity towards magical formulae that...."

"You do realize that I held the record of out-of-control spell at the academy, don't you?"

"You have affinity towards formulae, not intensity! You keep losing control of your spell because you lack control in the intensity of mana used, but the especially complicated formulae in the spell you devised to seal the magical beast Ydraig is really beautiful, it had left the realm of human magic."

"W-well, if you say so" I averted my gaze and drew a deep breath before looking at him squarely in the eyes. "Then, tell me what the secret mission is."

"Well, what if I told you, I created magic?"

"Then I'd tell you to get out of the room right away. The grand witch Hecate was the one who introduced the basis of modern magic, with her successor Pasiphae and Circe introduced the field of magical warfare."

He laughed.

"Yes, that sly woman Hecate, she was the first human who discovered my little [Command] subroutine, running in paralel with the automated vanilla kernel, that I've worked so hard to hide from the Higher Up."

"Subroutine? Automated vanilla kernel?" I tilted my head in confusion.

"Oh, don't worry my dear Izrdien. What I'm saying is, Hecate did discover magic, but the true nature of this world have no magic. Only through my influence, through my meddling, that the magic is born." he smirked "Thus, I told you, I created magic, and now I seek thine help to prevent it from becoming, let's say, out of my control."

"But why? If you created magic, shouldn't you have full control for it?"

"That's the problem. The magic, that is a method to change the reality through usage of mana, was not intended for human to use. I created magic for my own convenience, and now that too many people used magic, it's processing capability is nearly overloaded. So, what you have to do is to devise a magic spell for me, with the corresponding formulae, to seal the existence of magic once and for all from humanity."

"But why? And why would I comply with your unreasonable request?"

"In exchange of sealing magic, the current version of magic, that is, I'll give you immortality and exclusive access as a human to the next version of magic. If you refuse, well, let's say I have more than enough human as hostage. Let's see, I'll begin with Merlin, and then your friends in the academy, your entire villages, parents, family....."

"I get it! So, when should I start?"

"ASAP, my lady."

The story will now ends.

Scribble 3: Falling in Love in Literal Sense.

Welcome back, lucky wanderers. Or unlucky? That was truly yours to decide.

Alright, enough with the fantasy theme, let's go back to the Romantic-Comedy route. This is less tired of one genre and switching to another, though, it's more like a shower thought after I watched an anime titled 'Servant x Service'. And no, it's not H-rated although it have an x in it's tittle. It's a good one, really, and it got the right dose between Romance and Comedy part. The anime follows the story of a girl named Yamagami Lucy, a civil servant in a city hall, and her interaction with her unique co-workers. I rated it 9 out of 10.

Anyway, I recently looked back to my high school days, which just ended two years ago, by the way, and I thought about several times I got rejected by girls. And yes, I got rejected a lot of time that it wasn't even funny. I wanted to write a topic that's close with me, and I have experienced firsthand, to create a better flowing story, although I was inexperienced in writing stories in general.

And I just realized that I was bad in writing in general. Before my writing spirit dropped even further, The Scribble will now begin.

Scribble 3: Falling in Love in Literal Sense.

"Please be my girlfriend!" I stared intently at her eyes, my clenched hands starting to sweat profusely.