Geheim Sir Ayita's Stories

The Biggest Regret

2008-06-02T10:57:48Z

You know, the biggest regret might seem so small that you start to wonder if life should ever be a regret. I know no matter what I choose now, nothing will surpass this.

“Do you want to dance with me Steph?” This familiar stranger asks me as we walk along the moonlit bridge.

“I’ll have to take a rain check.” -God I want to take back those words. But he smiles and takes me home.

I can close my eyes and see a different ending to the night. With my head nuzzled into his shoulder and his hand on my waiste, we sway to the music playing through his mind and the beat in my heart.

When life gives you lemons....i suggest you ask what life wants in return!! (When life gives you lemons challenge)

2008-04-11T00:26:29Z

OOOHHHHH …........

“When life gives you lemons….” My nan always used to remark. My common reply (not that she ever posed it as a question) was something along the lines of,

“Sell them and go buy lemonaide!!”

Where three year olds obtain such knowledge will forever amuse and confuse. Nan laughed. One day she laughed and died….talented woman. Thats the multi-tasking mum always goes on about.

Well the next weekend pop helped me set up a lemonaide store. I put on a little badge reading Hi, my name is Life.

A fellow walked up and asked how much for a cup.

“Well I’ll give you a lemon and you can do the rest. Can’t fight common language now can we?”

He read my badge and laughed.

I feel so privelaged to be able to answer nan’s question that isn’t a question with my lemonaide stall that doesn’t sell lemonaide.

Plus i made enough money for an ice cream for me and pop. Life has the right idea about giving out free lemons….maybe thats the answer to world peace?

Thoughtful chronicals (The Worldly Challenge)

2008-03-26T04:57:23Z

Actually i started a nice little fictlet on this sort of subject…a very “end of all humanity” theme…... its not finished but you get the idea (it actually conveniently ended up being the beginning of an english assignment. oh how fictlets assist us in life will never cease to amaze me)

http://ficlets.com/stories/16724

il have a crack at finishing it so yu get the point

Insane Love....A Desperate End

2008-03-23T05:35:37Z

“No one will love you now Jessica. No one except for me.” He took her foot.

Chop. She kicked him with her other leg and herd the satisfying crack of his nose breaking. Blood covered his nose, and dripped into his mouth. He stopped and looked at her desperate face.

Chop. She felt so light-headed. She wanted to die now. SO much. Just to stop the pain. It flooded her entire body; she wanted him to just stab her or slit her throat and end it. Anything but this.

Chop. She felt so dizzy.

Chop. His messed up face was smiling above her. Pain shot through what remained of her body and warm salty blood spurted from her delicate neck. The mad look in his eyes disappeared into black.

Insane Love.....Oh God, It's Like Chop Suey!!

2008-03-23T05:34:06Z

He came onto the bed and sat with her, on his knees. He held her up and looked into her eyes. He didn’t even look while he brought the knife to her knuckle.

Chop. She shook harder and her teeth chattered.

Chop. Her eyes stung and felt sore and puffy but the steady flow of tears continued.

Chop. She felt sick.

Chop. His face was taught in a mad expression of craze.

Chop. He pushed her backwards and knelt over her.

Chop.

“Please, please!” Her barely audible protests came though she sobbed and kicked her legs. Chop. She lay armless on the wet sheets, unable to move. He stood.

Insane Love.....Stump by Stump

2008-03-23T05:21:36Z

She couldn’t even bring herself to say anything. She just let out a whimper as her right hand throbbed worse and worse. He took the next finger off joint by painful joint with only a quiet whimper escaping Jessica’s damp mouth. Crystal tears mixed with the blood on the floor. He stopped, holding the stained knife on her third finger.

“Love me Jessica; it’s not like you have any other choice.” Her silence brought another stump falling to the floor. She couldn’t take it and tore from his grasp into the nearest room where she stood panting against the closed door. She held her hand up in the moonlight, shanking, and stared at it unbelieving but for the pain shooting up her arm. His heavy footsteps stopped right behind her. The doorknob turned. She clenched her face and pushed as hard as she could but the door steadily opened so she fled. She ran into a bed, bruising her leg and flew onto it.

“Jessica,”

“No!” She sobbed.

Insane Love....Getting Choppy

2008-03-22T06:53:57Z

”...no one will.” Jessica’s breath caught. He was going to kill her. She knew it; he was going to stab her right then. He leaned closer to her, his hands on the wall beside her arms. Then he took her hand, she was petrified and did not pull away. He caressed it so gently in both hands though still holding the knife. The he took the knife and placed it just behind the first joint on her thumb and in one quick placement of pressure, chopped it off. Jessica screamed but he placed his other hand on her mouth and she stopped.

The stump that was her thumb throbbed horriblely and he kept a firm hold on her wrist. He was so much bigger then her. His chin came neatly to her forehead and he looked straight into her eyes as he brought the knife to the next joint of her thumb. The piece fell to the floor with a thud amongst the blood that was steadily pooling around her feet.

“No,” she whispered.

“Will you love me?” She couldn’t lie to him.

Insane Love

2008-03-22T06:50:51Z

“I know you’re there!” Jessica yelled. Her stomach was in knots. She couldn’t breathe and barely could bring herself to talk. He was standing right there in the shadow. He was five meters away. The door was locked. She shouldn’t have come. She shouldn’t have let him drive her home. He was crazy. He was insane. He said he loved her. He had a knife.

“I love you Jessica. Why don’t you love me back?” Jessica didn’t want to answer. She kept silent. He advanced. One-step at a time. The moonlight caught the blade and it reflected on his face. His eyes were wide open; his teeth were showing through his hungry smile. A thin trickle of sweat was running from his temple.

“I…I…I can’t Richard. I just can’t. Look at yourself!” She was becoming hysterical. But she couldn’t let it show. He was getting closer. She could smell his putrid breath.

“If I can’t have you…” His expression grew hungrier still. Jessica was pinning herself to the wall.

The "Why didn't yu write to me" from the Notebook in vincent Minelli (1950's musical style)

2008-03-22T05:25:38Z

(Rain gushing from the Sky, Ally gets out of the boat, Noah pulls the boat up. The Ally turns)

Ally: Why didn’t you write to me?

Noah: I wrote you 365 letters, everyday for a year. It wasn’t over for me. It still isn’t over.

(Noah goes to kiss Ally passionatly…instead strips her dress off revieling bright red can-can inspired outfit, tops off his own head with a red top hat from thin air. Queue rain stop, sun appears. Mysterious strangers join in chorus dance to Don’t Rain On My Parade)

Fade out to Ally and Noah in loving embrace.

Losing Parent

2008-03-22T05:05:00Z

Its funny how a parents way of accepting their child has won an arguement is to send them off to do some sort of house-chore.

Parents have such large egos…........

wahaha.....Geheim Sir Ayita Rap!!

2008-03-20T06:29:55Z

Whats my name?

Sir!

Whats my name?

Sir

What’s my name baby

Sir!

Oh dam right…

the names geheim

im liking this cream

i dont think i can dream

life is good! ‘kno what i mean

Ayita has it happening

shes me or something

my names got a weird ring

you can tell the way i sing.

keep me dancing right

we can go at it all night

its secret thought, keep it tight

keep rocking ‘til the light.

sir!!

kepp it under your hat

i kno your moma ain’t fat

can joke bout her, drat

give up on the rapping cat!!

haha that was mad fun!! (shoulda been a challenge)

Love's Crime

2008-03-20T06:13:38Z

Sleep covered her body, but she opened her eyes, no longer able to keep them closed. The Sun was dripping in through the window and she lapped up its afternoon warmth. Her cheeks were a bit crusty from the tears but they were dry.

Love was what made the world turn.

A lack of it was something we can live with, but to be tempted constantly, a warm feather twirling around the cold heart, is something no one can bare. Just as your heart begins to thore, the feather is blown away on a gust of wind. The heart is left wanting, dreaming…with only a memory.

Love is a cruel puppetmaster, dragging along so many willing (and some unwilling) souls in his wake. The warmth of his touch forever lingering on my lips.

The sun can have him warmth. Her ice-cold heart can take no more.

Cupid Grants the Pistol!!

2008-02-19T07:43:42Z

I swear Feb 14th is the worst day of the year. It used to be easy, shoot a few spring chickens in the bum and they’re snogging on the park benches all day, reflecting the disaprooving stairs of old ladies walking past. Now, the minute they feel the redish wood pierce their pink bums, they’re ready to sue!!

This year, my friends, it will be different. Good old Santa gave me a pretty good present this year…haha.

Draws heart-covered gun sinisterly from nappy

You wait little people…I’ll get you this year, oh yes i will.

3. Bad, Bad, Bad, BAD...worse.

2008-02-11T09:09:22Z

“Getting your hair cut can be a dangerous venture; especially when daring to dye. However that time it was horrific. I darent even repeat it!.”

“Go on!” We jeer, ready to jump from our seats.

“Oh! very well. The day started easily enough. I woke and, careful to leave my hair free of products, got ready to go to the hairdresser.

“Nothing went wrong there of course, terrible things are always lurking out of sight, Poppy. It started the second I stepped thouhgh the chiming door, onto the dull grey pavement. I was hit with the most horrible doldrum as i looked at the monster mirrored in the window.”

“Ugly!” We cheered, we knew this storey.

“Yes! Yes dears. I was hideous! It was the first of a cavalcade of bad luck. I don’t usually jaywalk, but i had to get away. She was the most nasty, pizza-eating, kleptomaniac,”

“Woman I’d ever known.” I said, well rehersed, with my hand on my heart.

“And what colour was it, that you dyed your hair?!”

“_Exactly your shade of red dear_.”

2. Kindly Inquiry of a Mr Waldo

2008-02-11T08:42:54Z

“ WHY ?! Why in Stovo’s name, why?“

Pst! Yeh YOU !

Um did i ask the question yet? No? OK well for starters, there is one catch, your answer cannot contain a “because”, “why not”, or “it just is”.................now back to the story. Sorry i had to stop it right when his eyes were popping out in fear; not a pretty sight i know.

“_So, think you can answer anything i can throw at you? There isn’t room enough in this ‘ere Fickville for the three of us.”

“Three-?”

“Oh thats not YOUR cat? You can’t lie to me Mr Stovohobo, I know you know something. Now tell me,

WHAT DID CHUCK NORRIS DO TO WALDO ?!_“

-and you thought you knew it all (queue evil laugh).