A Comrade

I'm bored with myself! I want to die ! " he shouted while crying and closed the door with a slam.ln that dark stuffy room he threw himself onto a bed full of bedbugs.There was a deep voice speaking to him. A voice only he could hear. No one could. The old bookcase in the middle of the room rattled before the sound filled his ear cavities."When you are bored with yourself you can fly anywhere. Be a cleric, criminal, being desperate person or do nothing.""Should I let myself give up and become an eternal loser? Even in one last breath that I took unconsciously but slowly reached the death?""Then he heard nothing.He tried to hear something from the rattling bookcase .Nomore now ..." Alvano !" A woman ' s voice called him loudly .Ohs ! Was he dreaming ? He rubbed his eyes and shortly washed his face by the tap water .It's fresh now then he opened the door to meet her ._Dear Sir,I am Primrose the daughter of your old staff Basque, I hope you still remember even I know you have q

Alvano looked at the name list .There were too many of them for him to remember.None impressed him except Ashby.He was the person ! With a smirk on his face ,he tried to think about the man as much as he could.A wealthy family.Educated .Good looking .Lobelia .Allright ..that girl !He remembered a room for optional classes.That kinda smile and deep voice must his key to the girl's hearts..! That sincere , sweet and half smile was that unique.Enough to steal any female dreams, maybe even Mrs Simmer? Mmh ..this would be a danger ..but ..well .. what is life ,if everything is just allright! Well ok ..it's a game to play !___Time to kill for Ashby at his room with lots of old books which he loves , some hadn't been read .It's mixed with new ones that he bought from the small shops which in rows along the streets sides.Someone wrote him a letter.He put the piece among the old book pages .Not really a letter .But sort of unloading the feeling." Waking up in the morning.You there.My Ashb

The boy walked along the straight and flat train road. He wouldn't get lost as the railways are straight and flat so he could walk along the lines from one station to the next and the next till at last it took him to the next station till getting to the end.lt will get him to other areas ,city or town . What an adventure! On his way of the daydream trip ,he saw a stick laid on the stones of the railways part when his eyes caught the appealing object ,he bent and picked it up'.It's a like magical wand, !' he thought. At least it 'd become a loyal friend for him to carry anywhere he left .The stick was made of wood and well painted by blue , white and red with the face of a cute little Chinese child with those slanted eyes. He will be his friend, he will take him to sleep and go wherever he goes. The owner must have been a small child of 4 or 5 years old. But not Chinese. China has a lot of many kinds of products. The kid threw away the umbrella because it was broken? Maybe

Misty Simmer put a file on the huge round table for the management meeting.All eyes were on it as it was list of the chosen works of stories that would be the top 3 works which were to be filmed within this year . Alvano seemed unhappy as the story with most voters of the board members was the one that Primrose suggested .Alvano assumed that she got it from Ashby as he was an adventurer .He has been to so many countries around the globe.Such idea may derive from a unique culture in certain country.The other 2 had to be waited till next year .'Booming' is a term that every film makers chase .That story genre is half fantasy.Again he peruse the story and tried to find some flaws to make him able to protest but unfortunately he himself did not find any ..The Plot is somewhere in Africa .Alvano consented after all . * Those biobab trees pointed their peaks upright the dry sky on Miroganya field.Mamiyaba wiped his sweat many times by his thin long palms.Staring at the h

The road wasn't so crowded that day.A Land Rover moved slowly before stopping at the yard of the city hall . Two women and a few men got on from the car then they stood and watching all about the place.The high heels,thin marron scarf ,and the sunglasses told ones what social class they got . Someone played on Chris Rea song .They started to tap their waist by hearing that Soul music .A man in brown jacket followed the lyrics .*Well I'm standing by the riverBut the water doesn't flowIt boils with every poison you can think ofAnd I'm underneath the streetlightBut the light of joy I knowScared beyond belief way down in the shadowsAnd the perverted fear of violenceChokes the smile on every faceAnd common sense is ringing out the bellThis ain't no technological breakdownOh no, this is the road to hellAnd all the roads jam up with creditAnd there's nothing you can doIt's all just bits of paper flying away from youOh look out world, take a good lookWhat comes down hereYo