Confession of a Man Wannabe

Hi, my name is Elmo. You can call me Elmo or Elmo Lawrence or whatever as long as I know that you’re calling.

I’m 5′11″–pretty tall, but ain’t that tall. Physically and mentally pathetic, but I’m working on pumping them up. Born on September 25, 1988, and will turn up 20 this September. But I still behave like a boy!

There’s a significant difference between a boy and a man. First, a boy is a male children, aged 3-12 (ages below this will be considered a BABY boy.) or a male teenager (which is more or less common; it depends on the nature of the boy and the purpose of such regard.) aged 13-19. A man is a young adult, aged 20-25 and an adult, aged 26-55 (ages above this will be considered an OLD man.). That’s physically. Psychologically, the main differences of a boy and a man are the maturity of their mind and the development of their sense of responsibility.

I’m about to be 20. I’ll be a man in no time. But will I be man enough to meet my fate?

I didn’t say I don’t like to be a man. In fact, I really want to be a man. Being a man means a completion in one stage of my life and the move to another. I’m no longer a boy, a teenage, and everything around it is history. I’m a man now. I care of my responsibilities, as well as my worth, pride, and self esteem–I do what I want to do, and I want to do what I should do. That’s being a man.

Currently I’m on my way to that state–being a REAL man. But, rather than embracing it mentally, I prefer to embrace it physically. I do exercises–weight lifting, push-ups, sit-ups, and grip exercises. I try to look like a man, act like a man, physically fit and active like a man, radiating energy on my every action like a man, I want to be a man physically.

Men sana in corpore sano. I believe in that motto. If I am a man physically, then it won’t be hard for me to be a man mentally.

I’m trying to keep myself on fire–responding on my ambitions, my body works like a locomotive–once I move, it’s hard for me to stop; once I stopped, it’s hard to make me move again. As a loco motive, I must motivate myself to mote like loco. Besides, a locomotive always emits a great amount of energy, and expresses a sense of powerfulness on its every move.

Be on fire, my loco self. Show the world the power of a loco!

Hahaha. Ambiguous, isn’t it? I love playing with words. I always do.

An Earlier Catastrophe (II)

Mesmerizing the Heretics’ attention, the cult leader ordered them to bring out their captives–it seemed like the two missing Jocks were held captive by the Heretics.

Nicolette recognized one of them–that was a woman. Less than one fifteenth in number, the Heretic women didn’t have their hair trimmed like the men–instead, they wore a hood which half-concealed their face, leaving only their mouth visible in shades. But this one was familiar to Nicolette–it was the environmentalist, Penny Alison–she seemed uncomfortable with the atmosphere.

The two Jocks were thrown to the center of the amphitheater, where they faced all five hundred Heretics at once, which looked back to them in disgust.

‘Mark Jernigan,’ whispered Josh, recalling one of the jocks as the candlelight shined upon his face. ‘Never thought he’d be one of the Jocks. He’s like us Commoners. Bad things that Scarface Joe doesn’t like weaklings–look at how pitiful is him now.’

‘And the Heretics caught him,’ whispered Fedca back. ‘Poor Jernigan. If we ever find a way to save him, I’ll persuade him to quit football.’

‘And fight our way through an army of Heretics?’ darted Will. ‘No way.’

‘Sssh,’ hissed Connor. He’s always be the most cautious and vigilant between the six. ‘Keep your voices down… I’m thinking of a way to distract those Heretics if they’re really about to hurt them.’

Fedca stared at him, then stared back at the sight of two pitiful Jocks being humiliated in front of five hundred people. ‘Don’t do anything, except you’re really sure that the two Jocks are about to be harmed… they deserve it, after all.’

‘They don’t deserve it,’ snapped Josh. ‘Scarface Joe, Dynamite Dan, and the other studmuffin jockasses might deserve such humiliation. They don’t.’

The cult leader looked down at the two boys, who must be so vulnerable right now. With such a sagacious expression, he opened his hands upon them–like a man welcomed his new brothers. Fedca didn’t like it–he was absolutely sure that he was watching a recruitment process of being Heretic.

‘My sons,’ he said, in such a fatherly fashion, ‘you are lost. You can see how those people out there treated you–they’re only using you. What do you seek, exposing yourself to such humiliation and disfavor like what they’ve done to you?’

Mark Jernigan looked up at the man’s face. His eyes were watering, his expression showed that he was totally under the cult leader’s control now.

‘Father,’ he said. ‘I only seek strength. How much one can suffer if all he wanted is just to be a bit stronger than he used to be?’

He was crying now–the strings that man pulled was playing his emotions. It’s just funny, or dramatic, to see a man who used to boast his strength and bully weaker ones now crying, with the heart as fragile as a little girl.

Shame, Mark Jernigan could never be considered a jock.

The man stroked Jernigan’s hair, while the boy cried on his knees. ‘If you seek power, my son,’ he said, ‘you can find it here. Our power is unlimited by one’s physical capacities. Our power is true and obvious, my son, once your vision has enlightened. The matter is just, will you or won’t you be one of us, possessing and manipulating the true power.’

The boy was captivated by the man’s words. His friend, however, wasn’t thinking about the same thing. He was the more likely Jock among the two, and Fedca didn’t know him. The boy still had some conscience–or pride–left, and he’s prohibiting Jernigan from being mesmerized by the man’s persuasion.

‘No, Jernigan, submitting yourself under his bidding will only bring the most humiliation out of you,’ he said. ‘We have to endure this temptation, that’s where the Jocks’ pride is.’

Josh glanced at Fedca. ‘Well, this one seemed to deserve what he’s suffering,’ he whispered humorously.

That’s it, I don’t think I can write more today. I just never know that I’m going to write An Earlier Catastrophe in more than two posts.

Until next time.

An Earlier Catastrophe

‘Do not sleep tonight, or you’ll fall to it…’

Nicolette was sure that she felt the feeling she haven’t felt for more than two weeks: right after the dinner accident, she felt a strange feeling stinging deep in her heart. It’s just like what she felt when she woke up from her casual dream: the feeling of the dream-girl which lingered for hours afterward. Unless… now, the feeling was strange, inscrutable.

When she and her friends crouched behind the bushes of Harriet Green Lawn, watching a horrible ritual taking place, the strange feeling stung even deeper. It’s like counting down on your life, like when you’re failed to defuse a bomb and it’s too late for you to save yourself.

Her instinct was right, although she didn’t realize it. She–along with all the people in the world–was counting down on something which would happen–an earlier catastrophe.

The cult leader–which looked like yet another Las Vegas casinos customer–was giving a ’spiritual infusion’ to the Heretics.

‘You used to be humiliated in front of people,’ the Vegas cultist said. ‘You all used to be disrespected, bullied, isolated, and a total loser–socially. Now you understand that power is relative. The strong and the weak are relative. What’s permanent is faith, and with faith, came power!’

The Heretics shouted back with enthusiasm. For them, the cult leader’s words were true, and had been proven–they had the power they’re after.

That’s it for now. I think I must rest my brains–they’re vital. I also have to go home, check whether my laptop is still in place (or not, yet I surely don’t want to think about it), and have dinner (damn I’m starving). Ample supplies have to be infused regularly to my brains, or I’ll lose their sharp capacities. Damn it, I felt weak. But it’s normal. That’s human.

I think I’ve got to put the last two paragraph on a new post under ‘Log’ category, but no, no, no, I don’t fancy an idea of posting another post.

Until next time.

The Grim Approach (II)

However, the Commoners totally had no idea of what’s going on that night.

Jane’s obsession to symbols and cryptic words had easily deciphered the message in the mysterious notes left on the journal corkboard. If only she could do it a few days earlier…

94021321 means December 31, 2049. Simple enough. But when she later found out that the message also contained the words “at the cemetery before midnight”, it sent shivers to her back.

What would happen at the cemetery before midnight on December 31, 2049? And which cemetery? There’s only one clue: punctured deep on the wall behind the corkboard was a series of Braille characters, which, after being deciphered using the Caesar cipher, read:

BRING THE CLEANSING BEFORE DAWN

Jane was terrified, but her curiosity influenced her more than her fear. That night on December 31, she sneaked out of bed with Heather and Emily, looking for the cemetery referred in the messages. They started at the nearest cemetery, the Compton cemetery…

…while at the same time, while having dinner, Nicolette suddenly felt a pulse missing from her veins, and she fell unconscious on the dining table.

In her subconscious thought, she thought she could hear a distant voice of a woman:

‘Do NOT sleep tonight, or you’ll fall to it…’

and a man in a heavy voice, whispering:

‘Harriet Green Lawn, tonight. Yes, tonight. Come, my pawns, while I pull your strings; for the Cleansing must be started…’

A second later, she jumped out to consciousness; and without further ado, she went to the mentioned cemetery, after talking her way out to her mother.

Clara was so jeopardized with her cousin’s strange behavior and decided to follow her, before, she called Jane and everything became quite clear to her. All five of them met in the Harriet Green Lawn cemetery at 9:04 PM, and they saw what the Cleansing really was.

Barely two hours later, the Commoners saw a black van heading to the Harriet Hill from their school as they left their headquarters. Three more black vans heading the same way, and they became suspicious. They decided to follow the fifth van stealthily to the hill…

…and they ended up in the Harriet Green Lawn cemetery.

The girls were hiding at the southern part of the cemetery, while the boys at the eastern. Both could flee quickly to the city and make their way easily if the situation pressed. (See the map of Harris, I think I should re-draw it and scan it and post it here.)

The green lawn itself was located at a small valley near Harriet Hill, and due to the increasing demand of burying the dead, the graves now covered the entire valley. A renovation in 2010 turned the valley into somehow like an amphitheater, and here, the Heretics gathered…

There were about several hundred of them, and many are unrecognizable; it seemed like they were Heretics from all high schools around that neighborhood. There were certain signs of satanism there, like an artistically-shaped pentagram within a ritual circle; five candles on the circle, each on the points of the pentagram; and a mysterious phallic stonework at the center of the circle, as tall as a grown man, lit only by the candlelights: although Jane and Fedca knew a wide variety of idols, icons, and symbols used in satanism and demonology, they never recognize this one.

Phallic figures were usually used by pagans; yet many of satanic icons were phallus-shaped, satanists rarely manifest it in a 3D shape (like a statue or an idol).

There’s a mysteriously gleaming jewel almost on top of the figure, and both Jane and Fedca recognized it at once as an ‘eye’. This kind of reminded the two of the famous Great Seal of the United States and its two motto, Annuit Coeptis and Novus Ordo Seclorum. However, if the word ‘Novus Ordo Seclorum’ missed the word ‘Mundi’ in all of its term to put the conspiracy theorists into favor, this phallic figure with an eye on it made it complete: though merely an assumption, the figure represented Novus Ordo Mundi Seclorum on both of Jane and Fedca’s eyes.

The Secular New World Order.

The phallic figure itself, unfortunately, due to the distance and the extremely poor lighting, were unclear to their eyes.

There was a man standing at the center of the amphitheater; and in contrast to the Heretics which were hairless, robe-dressed and seemed divine, the man was haired, even facially, dressed in formal suit colored black, wore a pair of aviator shades, and seemed much, much more mundane than any mundane creature one had ever seen. Despite his appearance, one could recognize him as the cult leader.

The angered Heretic mob would’ve killed the man in seconds, but instead, they listened to him like his words meant everything in this world. Seemed like the Heretics’ trust upon this man was very deep, and the man seemed to be the source of all of these problems: he brainwashed the Heretics, forging their anger and hate against their bullies–mostly Jocks–into a new, solid form: faith. Their newly-found faith gave them power–and reason–to unleash their hate upon their enemies, and everyone else their leader consider an ‘enemy’. But what were that for? What was the reason the man organized such mass?

Whatever it is, it had something to do with Nicolette’s visions; something that the boys didn’t have. And it greatly matter, that the boys didn’t have any clue about Nicolette’s visions and the whole thing, much later in the whole story.

And it was yet far from midnight, whatever the Cleansing was.

The Grim Approach

It was dated December 31, 2049, 08:25 PM.

Nobody could tell what had happened. The Jocks convicted the Commoners guilty of the attack against Frank Sicily and the two missing Jocks. The Commoners, however, didn’t know what happened. They’re only defending themselves while the Jocks planned to attack their headquarters that night.

Dynamite Dan had sent Fedca and the Commoners’ top-ranks an alarm due to Fedca’s failed attempt to provide ample explanation of the mysterious environment of the attack. The Heretics, Fedca’s main reason of his defense, had not seen around the neighborhood since Christmas. Dan even said that Scarface Joe himself lead the attack. All he ever wanted was a reason to act violently, and that night, Fedca had given him that.

Fearing the worst, Fedca and the others took some illegal firearms hidden in the basement. Fedca himself strictly forbid the others to use them unless they’re in mortal danger, although he let Josh took a Scout rifle and bid aim on the roof.

However, after two hours, the Jocks hadn’t come. Fearing that the Jocks were secretly besieging the place, Fedca ordered his men to move silently and, with Sid’s pickup van, fled the place.

Damn it. I need to correspond with someone in order to keep my brains working.

That’s it for now.

A Tribute to Some Other Ego

A tribute to my friend, I’ll record her aspirations as well:

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foxthecreator: gue lagi nyeritain novel gue secara online
foxthecreator: bab demi bab
dzenee03: wah… elmo juga suka bikin novel? mita juga lho, tp ga berkembang
foxthecreator: hahaha
foxthecreator: tentang apa sis?
dzenee03: gw kan demen bgt ma agatha christie… jd y seputar itu… he3x…
dzenee03: gw ada ide yg cukup oke elmo, tp buntu
foxthecreator: oh gitu
foxthecreator: idenya tentang apa?
foxthecreator: klo cerita misteri ato detektif gue juga punya ide koq
foxthecreator: hahaha
dzenee03: aduh, gw pake hape, ntar klo ktemu lg gw critain, he3x…
foxthecreator: sip2 tnang aja sis
foxthecreator: til next time
dzenee03: tentang pembunuhan gt…
foxthecreator: ohhhh
dzenee03: berencana
foxthecreator: oke, klo mo cerita skg, cerita aja
foxthecreator: klo ga karena masalah hape, ntar aja
foxthecreator: I’m all ears
dzenee03: jd ada seorg kolektor foto diri
dzenee03: dy selalu ngoleksi fotony, dr lahir smp umurny yg skrg
foxthecreator: hmm
foxthecreator: trus? orang2 di sekitar dy?
foxthecreator: lingkungannya?
dzenee03: Di tiap hr ultahny dy mengabadikan foto diriny
dzenee03: truz foto2 itu dikasih di suatu album
dzenee03: 3 bln lg dy mw ultah yg k-50
foxthecreator: hmm
foxthecreator: i’m lissening
dzenee03: isenk2 dy buka album fotony
foxthecreator: and?
foxthecreator: oh, tua juga, 50
dzenee03: ternyata di bagian 50th udah ada foto pemakaman diriny gt mo…
foxthecreator: OHH
dzenee03: otomatis dy kaget
foxthecreator: okay, gue tau ini cerita misteri, bukan cerita mistis
foxthecreator: so go on
dzenee03: dy lapor polisi bla bla bla bla
dzenee03: trnyt bnr dy dibunuh di hari ultahny yg k-50
foxthecreator: hmm
foxthecreator: meskipun polisi udah ngejaga di di hari ultahnya?
dzenee03: dc
dzenee03: td smp mana ya?
foxthecreator: dy lapor polisi tapi dibunih di hari ultahnya yg ke 50
foxthecreator: nah di sini gw mo nanya, dy tetep dibunuh meskipun polisi udah ngejaga di hari ultahnya?
dzenee03: nah iya, tp gw blm nyiapin motif pembunuhan dll
dzenee03: Iya, jadi si pembunuh ini bnr2 pembunuh yg hebat
foxthecreator: hmm hmm hmm
foxthecreator: bagus2
foxthecreator: coba dipikirin lebih dalem, belajar ilmu kepolisian, ilmu forensik, dan sejenisnya
foxthecreator: dan bikin novel misteri yang menggemparkan!
dzenee03: nah itu elmo, gw pengen jadi ‘berilmu’ dulu bwt nglanjutin novel ini
foxthecreator: okay, in fact, gue bisa ngelanjutin ceritanya
foxthecreator: and write them in English, so that your novel could be published abroad
foxthecreator: tapi gue megang undang2 hak cipta laaaah, lagian kan pembuat originalnya lo
foxthecreator: klo udh gini gw cuma bisa nyemangatin aja. semangat ya!
dzenee03: klo mw lanjutin mah sok2 aja, ha3x…

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dzenee03: bgs lho, lo kudu lyt deh
foxthecreator: hmm, gitu
dzenee03: yg maen johnny depp
foxthecreator: wah keren
dzenee03: hmpr sama kyk yg dbwt sir arthur conan doyle
foxthecreator: klo bisa tulisan gw dicopy n disave ya, soalnya gw ga ada niat ngelanjutinnya–novel gw yg sekarang yg paling bagus soalnya
foxthecreator: mungkin bisa buat referensi lo
foxthecreator: eh? doyle yang ngarang jack the ripper?
foxthecreator: bukannya itu urban legend di daerah hitam london ya?
dzenee03: film itu bener2 ngungkapin misteri dibalik kekuasaan ratu victoria
dzenee03: klo ga slh gt, gw lupa sih
foxthecreator: hmm
dzenee03: jah… gw kan pake hape… ga bs ngesave deh, save di otak aja ya!
dzenee03: tx bgt deh
dzenee03: ntar klo gw ada ide lagi gw share-in k elo
dzenee03: Mslh JTR, dy bkn skdr urban legend, he is true… dy memang ada
dzenee03: i believe that…
foxthecreator: oke2 gue save di blog gue aja
foxthecreator: hmm hmm
foxthecreator: ga taw deh
foxthecreator: legend kan bisa ada bisa boong
foxthecreator: buka ya, geniusk8boy.wordpress.org
foxthecreator: lo bisa liat juga sekilas novel gue di sana
dzenee03: iya sih…
dzenee03: ok2, ide gw jg jgn dilupain ya elmo
dzenee03: syp tw suatu saat bs jd hal kecil yg berguna, he3x…
dzenee03: tp lo udah coba terbitin?
foxthecreator: hmm, apa dulu?
foxthecreator: novel gye?
foxthecreator: gw?
dzenee03: iya
foxthecreator: hmm, blon juga jadi
dzenee03: novel lo
foxthecreator: udah gitu, itu ceritanya trilogi (minimal)
foxthecreator: and dalem banget
foxthecreator: kompleks banget!
dzenee03: oh… gt… ayo slesaiin!!!
foxthecreator: itu gue tulis in English, so that I could publish it abroad
dzenee03: iya, bs2 jd tetralogi
dzenee03: ha3x…
foxthecreator: and not in Indonesia, coz gue ga taw bisa bersaing dengan teenlit n pembaca2 indo yg demennya yg dangkal2 aja
dzenee03: sip, bgs bgt! gw sih ga bs english
foxthecreator: okay, i believe that it could be a bestseller
foxthecreator: and I’ll be interviewed in New York Times…
foxthecreator: lo juga, sis
dzenee03: ya… bagus bgt, smangat elmo!!!
foxthecreator: lo bisa! kita butuh penulis2 yang bermutu
dzenee03: hah? gw ga sehebat lo
foxthecreator: hmm, klo dulu gue ngomong ama J.K. Rowling, gue juga ga sehebat dy, bikin cerita ky harry potter
dzenee03: tp penulis itu…
foxthecreator: klo dulu gue ngomong ama michael crichton, dan brown,
foxthecreator: gue juga bakal bilang gue ga sehebat mereka
dzenee03: mxd gw jadi penulis itu, ga semudah yg qt bayangin
foxthecreator: gw taw, sis, i’ve been through it all
foxthecreator: believe me
dzenee03: yeah… i believe
dzenee03: qt harus bikin tulisan yg ga mudah ditebak
foxthecreator: lo bisa juga. biar ga mudah, cuma klo lo udh bisa, lo pasti bisa. guaranteed.
dzenee03: yg mengguncang emosi para pembaca
foxthecreator: hmm, lo percaya kan klo dalamnya pikiran siapa tahu? klo pikiran lo ga bisa ditebak, kenapa tulisan lo juga?
foxthecreator: yeah, klo sempet, coba buka blog gw
foxthecreator: itu gw tulis in english semua (kecuali beberapa reference)
dzenee03: nah, itu dy… tgl pntr2ny qt menuangkan dalam suatu bahasa yg panjang tp ga bertele2
foxthecreator: sebenarnya ga harus panjang
foxthecreator: lo tuangin begitu aja
dzenee03: ok, i will…
foxthecreator: dalam perjalanan, itu bakal panjang sendiri (tergantung kebutuhan)
foxthecreator: sip2
foxthecreator: eh cari taw juga anak2 2007 yg demen nulis lagi siapa, ya?
foxthecreator: gw mesti bicara
dzenee03: tp penulis yg hebat dy bs manjangin suatu crita tanpa mbwt crita itu t.kesan bertele2
foxthecreator: sebenarnya dy ga bermaksud manjangin
foxthecreator: cuma untuk membangun kerangka pikiran pembaca, kadang2 emang mesti panjang L)
foxthecreator:
dzenee03: ok boss, ntar gw cari n gw kasiin k lo, he3x…
foxthecreator: sip2
foxthecreator: good luck sis
dzenee03: good luck juga, senang bs ngbrl ama elmo yg sbg penulis novel
foxthecreator: hahaha, lo ga nyangka kan?
dzenee03: pny nama populer?
foxthecreator: elmo lawrence
foxthecreator: di facebook gw
dzenee03: nama asli lo?
foxthecreator: hmm, pokoknya elmo aja
dzenee03: mksd gw bkn elmo lawrence kan? he3x…
foxthecreator: ya bukan lah
foxthecreator: klo iya, nama populer gue bukan elmo lawrence, tapi elmo hasselhoff
dzenee03: gw bhkn udah bikin nama pop
foxthecreator: apaan?
dzenee03 has signed out. (12/06/2008 19:30)

Okay, that’s all folks. For Mita, you must read this sometimes.

Define Mystery

Sometimes, I think I’m good in writing mystery novels as well as thriller ones. This one is an idea just popped out of my mind after a one-and-a-half hour chatting session with a friend. Shame it’s totally in Bahasa. I’ll work out the English version as soon as meets the demand.

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foxthecreator: hmm
foxthecreator: actually, gue juga punya ide cerita misteri gitu
dzenee03: truz di halaman depan jgn lupa cantumin nama gw… wkwkwk
foxthecreator: yah, ga bisa gitu
dzenee03: ide lo gmn mo?
foxthecreator: ntar klo lo diwawancarain trus ditanyain gimana?
foxthecreator: hmm, gini
foxthecreator: gue terinspirasi dari lagunya groove coverage “moonlight shadow”
dzenee03: iya?
foxthecreator: a murder in the moonlight
foxthecreator: ada seorang penulis novel yang menulis tentang cerita misteri
dzenee03: truz?
foxthecreator: ceritanya itu tentang seorang detektif yang terkenal Hercule Poirot
foxthecreator: doi plagiat agatha christie
foxthecreator: nah Poirot dalam ceritanya ini hidup di jaman modern, masalahnya
foxthecreator: dan ceritanya terjadi di pulau St. Olga, di Eropa Utara
dzenee03: iya?
foxthecreator: Suatu saat dy ngebunuh Poirot dalam ceritanya
foxthecreator: dan selama 3 tahun vakum dari dunia penulisan novel misteri
foxthecreator: Lalu, dy ngumumin pengen bikin lagi novel itu, jadi dy pengen ngidupin lagi Poirot-nya (kaya Doyle ngidupin lagi Holmes)
foxthecreator: tapi ga pernah kesampean, karena dy ilang
foxthecreator: nah seorang jurnalis muda, Emily Bryce, datang ke kediaman si penulis, yang juga di St. Olga, Eropa Utara
foxthecreator: dan ngeliat keluarganya sendiri semuanya bermasalah
foxthecreator: tapi semuanya masing2 punya motif yang kuat untuk mempertahankan keberadaan si penulis
foxthecreator: dan begitu si penulis hilang, mereka semua kacau balau
dzenee03: wah, lo dah keren bgt elmo
foxthecreator: selama itu, Emily Bryce pengen nyari skripsi yang dy kasih ke si penulis waktu dy masih kuliah dulu (hahaha)
foxthecreator: Skripsi itu isinya tentang hipotesis dan observasi perilaku sosial manusia
dzenee03: wow… truz2?
foxthecreator: and si penulis banyak dapet inspirasi dari skripsi itu, tentang modus dan motif pembunuhan
foxthecreator: dan dituangkan ke dalam novel
foxthecreator: Emily ga peduli dengan royalti, dy cuma butuh skripsinya lagi
foxthecreator: cuma karena si penulis ilang, skripsinya juga ilang
foxthecreator: So, Emily mutusin bwt nginep di sana
foxthecreator: Di hari ketiga, Emily kaya ngedenger lagu Moonlight Sonata-nya Beethoven diputerin di bulan purnama
foxthecreator: tapi dy ga tau lagu itu dari mana
dzenee03: jadi disini emily slæn jadi penulis
foxthecreator: ya?
foxthecreator: dy jurnalis
dzenee03: eh, gw bisa mænin lagu itu lho!
foxthecreator: oh, gitu!
foxthecreator: keren!
foxthecreator: hahaha
foxthecreator: suwer lo? susah lo
dzenee03: jg jadi detektifny? ato bkn?
foxthecreator: iya, emily jadi detektifnya
dzenee03: yah… dulu bs sampe abiz, sampe2 partiturny gw bw k bdg
foxthecreator: hahaha, gokil
foxthecreator: nah, gini
dzenee03: iya?
dzenee03: lanjut…
foxthecreator: jadi Emily keluar dari kamar, dari rumah, dan menuju ke pantai (kan di pulau)…
foxthecreator: merasakan hembusan angin… di bawah terangnya bulan purnama
foxthecreator: dan di bawah batu karang, diterangi bulan purnama, ada sesosok mayat
foxthecreator: mayat si penulis, sudah meninggal selama dua minggu sejak hari terakhir dia terlihat
foxthecreator: di tubuhnya ditemukan hape yang udah rusak (iya lah!), dompet berisi kartu kredit dan segala macem,
dzenee03: iya… i.m still with u
foxthecreator: tapi Emily ga bisa menemukan apapun yang bisa digunakan untuk mencari skripsi-nya
foxthecreator: .
dzenee03: truz?
foxthecreator: Nah, alih-alih nemuin skripsi, dy justru nemuin pembunuhan…
dzenee03: krn dbw mati si penulis td? ato dicuri pembunuhny?
foxthecreator: Tapi polisi ga pernah bisa menemukan pembunuhnya. Emily curiga pembunuhnya mengejar skripsi yang dia miliki
foxthecreator: dan mencurigai Patrick Schwatzenberger, teman kuliahnya sesama pecinta Agatha Christie.
dzenee03: oh gitu, gw mulai bs menangkap mksd cerita lo, he3x…
foxthecreator: Lalu, dy mengejar kediaman Patrick, tapi ga ada orang.
foxthecreator: Rumah Patrick kosong, dan tetangganya mengatakan bahwa Patrick sedang bepergian ke Amerika sejak tiga minggu yang lalu.
foxthecreator: Hanya saja, begitu Emily berusaha menggeledah rumah Patrick untuk mencari skripsi (diam-diam, karena ini trespassing)
dzenee03: wah, dy kmgknn bsr jd pmbnhny y?
foxthecreator: dia menemukan mayat Patrick Schwatzenberger, bentuknya udah ga keruan udah mati 3 minggu di kamar mandi. Bak mandinya udah kaya sop berwarna hitam kecoklatan.
foxthecreator: (Suer, ini yang terjadi klo mayat ditaro di bak mandi terisi penuh n dibiarin 3 minggu)
foxthecreator: And, sambil muntah-muntah, Emily terpaksa ngelapor ke polisi tentang pembunuhan ini–meskipun dy juga terancam diinterogasi karena trespassing.
dzenee03: wah, kcurigaan emily salah total ya?
foxthecreator: Patrick diperkirakan mati karena kesetrum. Polisi menutup kasus ini sebagai kecelakaan.
foxthecreator: Tapi Emily tidak berhenti begitu saja. Ia takut pembunuhnya akan mengincar dia.
foxthecreator: Lagipula, melihat kondisi mayat-mayat yang ditemukan itu…
dzenee03: kykny pembunuh si penulis n patrick org yg sama ya?
foxthecreator: okay, aftermath
dzenee03: ya?
foxthecreator: Ternyata si penulis sudah memusnahkan skripsi Emily, karena dianggap berbahaya
foxthecreator: meskipun akurat.
foxthecreator: Lalu, Patrick tidak terima si penulis melakukan ini. Ia lalu pergi ke tempat si penulis dan mengancamnya.
dzenee03: oh… gitu
foxthecreator: Lalu si penulis membunuh Patrick, dengan membuatnya seolah-olah kesetrum.
foxthecreator: Lalu, si penulis kembali ke tempatnya, tapi kemudian dibunuh.
foxthecreator: Mayatnya entah bagaimana terseret ombak hingga ke pantai di dekat rumahnya sendiri. Ironis.
dzenee03: lho? tp si penulis kan yg td mati, truz ditemuin emily kan?
dzenee03: oh iya, gt…
foxthecreator: hmm, si penulis mati 2 minggu
foxthecreator: patrick mati 3 minggu
foxthecreator: patrick mati duluan.
dzenee03: iya, i c
foxthecreator: Dan, Emily entah kenapa teringat, bahwa skripsinya kebanyakan menjelaskan tentang psikologi kepribadian ganda…
foxthecreator: yang objek penelitiannya merupakan dirinya sendiri.
dzenee03: oh iya, innocent killer
foxthecreator: Kepribadian kedua Emily yang membunuh si penulis. Emily adalah pelakunya.
dzenee03: Wow? amazing…
foxthecreator: Ia mengakuinya ke polisi, tapi hakim memutuskannya tidak bersalah dan membebaskannya.
dzenee03: hah? jd pd saat dy jd kepribadian ke-2,
foxthecreator: Ia kemudian menjalani tiga tahun perawatan di mental asylum.
dzenee03: dy ga inget apa aja yg dy lakuin wkt kepribadian ke-1?
foxthecreator: Sekarang, ia menulis ulang skripsinya dan menerbitkannya, sebagai peringatan bagi semua orang.
foxthecreator: iya, gitu kira2.
dzenee03: ide yg dahsyat…
foxthecreator: Pernah nonton film The History of Violence?
dzenee03: blm elmo
foxthecreator: Kira2 kaya gitu, meskipun sebenarnya lain banget
dzenee03: oh… iya
foxthecreator: Lalu, Emily menulis novel-novel misteri juga, and lived happily ever after.
dzenee03: eniwei tau film ‘from hell’?
foxthecreator: Jadi semua setimpal. Si penulis mencuri skripsi dan membunuh Patrick,
dzenee03: critany ttg jack d ripper
foxthecreator: Patrick mendapat hukuman karena kekerasan yang dilakukannya,
foxthecreator: oh gitu?
foxthecreator: hmm
foxthecreator: blon sih…
dzenee03: iya… smwny setimpal…

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That’s it. Hopefully it could be published later… but for now, I’ll focus on the Lighthouse of Mankind.

The Chilling December

This is the fourth chapter of the Lighthouse of Mankind, packed in an hour chatting session with a friend of mine.

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foxthecreator: okay terakhir ampe mana?
lucumanda: hemmm
lucumanda: government dan anomali
foxthecreator: okay
foxthecreator: Since January 2049 the govt relocated Trent Research and Development Facility to the outskirt of Harris, at the Overdome district.
foxthecreator: The facility was subject to people’s suspicions about how and why the anomalies started
foxthecreator: .
foxthecreator: About the Appleton district being intact from the anomalies occurring in all part of the city, this remains questionable.
lucumanda: then?
foxthecreator: So, there were two detectives sent to investigate the hood: Parry Studdard and Ian Percival Miles.
foxthecreator: Ian Percival Miles would later be an important character in  the story.
foxthecreator: And this is how the Wynters (Nicolette and Clara Wynter) were exposed to the governmental affairs.
foxthecreator: ,
foxthecreator: which will be explained much much later.
foxthecreator: Okay, enough chapter III
foxthecreator: let’s get to chapter IV
foxthecreator: An Earlier Catasthrope
lucumanda: okay
lucumanda: *mendengarkan*
foxthecreator: great
foxthecreator: sorry for the lags
foxthecreator: i’m chatting with two people at once
foxthecreator: so
foxthecreator: Back to Fedca’s saga
lucumanda: gue sambil ngerjain yang lain juga kok mo
lucumanda: sante
foxthecreator: hahaha
lucumanda: sip
foxthecreator: okay
foxthecreator: Nicolette, Clara, Emily, Jane (a friend), and Heather (a friend) were investigating the note as well–and they found out that something would happen on December 31, 2049
foxthecreator: .
foxthecreator: But what would that be?
lucumanda: ini ngilik2 rasa ingin tahu pembaca?
lucumanda: dasar
foxthecreator: yeah
foxthecreator: hahaha
lucumanda: teruskkaaann
foxthecreator: Back to Fedca and friends–remember that Chris Colby were attacked by Jocks earlier?
lucumanda: yeppp
foxthecreator: Well, that’s because Dynamite Dan suspected that his quarterbacks were attacked by the Commoners.
foxthecreator: And, three more Jocks were attacked again that December 31 evening, when they’re coming home from training.
foxthecreator: Know that December in the United States means SHEER COLD.
foxthecreator: And, remember that I mentioned that Dynamite Dan was just the co-leader of the Jocks.
foxthecreator: Actually, the leader of the Jocks was Jonathan ‘Scarface Joe’ Burns, aged 30
foxthecreator: .
lucumanda: 30?
lucumanda: oh oke,
foxthecreator: He’s a HIGH SCHOOL STUDENT which never finished his school. In fact, he never made it through his 12th grade.
foxthecreator: Dynamite Dan was 24
foxthecreator: with a same case with Scarface Joe.
foxthecreator: And mind you, the two tuffies were GAY.
foxthecreator: ROFL
foxthecreator: Okay, back to the topic
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: Scarface Joe ordered the Jocks to have a practice despite sheer cold. Many objected this, but he didn’t care.
foxthecreator: Three of them had to stay late because they’re being punished in the gym (by Scarface himself, of course). Scarface Joe was a killing machine when it came to practice.
foxthecreator: They’re ordered one thousand push-ups due to their weakness. They didn’t make it, however.
foxthecreator: Bored, Scarface left the three with Dynamite Dan. Dan, who had more taste of humanity and still got his brains, let them go home.
foxthecreator: However, the three were too weak when they go home, they couldn’t defend themselves from WHAT HAPPENED NEXT.
lucumanda: hehehehe
lucumanda: terus?
lucumanda: dibunuh?
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: They’re attacked by some unknown party on their way home.
foxthecreator: Two of them were missing, but one managed to survive. His name was Frank Sicily and he’s the weakest of the three jocks.
foxthecreator: In fact, he could’ve mistaken as a Commoner.
foxthecreator: Sicily sought protection to Dan–he knew it’s unwise to tell Scarface Joe about this.
foxthecreator: Dynamite Dan was so outraged he ordered all of the Jocks to move in trucks and attack the Commoners’ headquarters at a small house owned by the Lawrence family.
lucumanda: woo
lucumanda: terus?
foxthecreator: Okay, so the thrill begins

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More Bahasa by the days. Not too good for my debut, but they’re still acceptable so far.

Anomalies

The Lighthouse of Mankind, chapter III: Anomalies, packed in a one-and-a-half hour chatting session with a friend of mine.

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foxthecreator: pengen denger lanjutannya?
lucumanda: mau dilanjutkan ke chapter setelah abi?
lucumanda: with all my pleasure
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: okay
lucumanda: cerita aja, gue dengerin
foxthecreator: it’s about the Heretics, and how they changed
foxthecreator: .
lucumanda: heretics itu yang satan?
lucumanda: oke
foxthecreator: yeah, the non-affiliateds which turned into somewhat evil
foxthecreator: okay, at Xmas eve;
foxthecreator: Fedca, as the leader of the Commoners had a call from one of them.
foxthecreator: I mean here, the Commoners.
lucumanda: then?
foxthecreator: Christopher Colby, by the name. His residence was attacked by the Jocks.
foxthecreator: His parents were away to Canada for some business mumbo jumbo, and he’s VULNERABLE.
foxthecreator: However, the Jocks motives of attacking him is still disputed.
foxthecreator: But as Fedca confirmed the attack to the co-leader of the Jocks himself, Daniel “Dynamite Dan” Taylor, Dynamite Dan affirmed.
foxthecreator: He even asked Fedca back, that some of the Commoners were attacking Vince and Greg, two Jock quarterbacks. They’re vital in the team’s formation–you know without proper quarterbacks, you can’t run the ball into touchdown.
foxthecreator: Of course Fedca denied the accusation. He had no acknowledgement of such attack, especially by his own people.
foxthecreator: And he promised to looked into this.
foxthecreator: As the Commoners were gathered, none of them claimed responsible of this.
foxthecreator: Josh McKinnon (who’s Josh, read Abby’s lines  ) even suggested that the Heretics were behind this.
foxthecreator: The other Commoners silently agreed. They had their own suspicions against the Heretics, even before this thing emerged.
foxthecreator: And the Commoners spent Xmas with uneasy tension.
lucumanda: *still listening*
foxthecreator: The Jocks were not pleased with Fedca’s claim. They saw the Commoners and the Heretics as one thing: the non-affiliated.
foxthecreator: These times, Nickie’s friend Emily, who served as the school’s journalist, found some strange stuff on the school journal corkboard. That’s where news from all over the school were placed.
foxthecreator: Hidden among other announcements and stuff, there’s a small note with burnt edges. It’s almost perfectly camouflaged among the other pinned notes, but as the one responsible for everything pinned on the corkboard, it aroused Emily’s suspicion.
foxthecreator: The note read: 94021312
foxthecreator: guess what’s that?
foxthecreator: for comparison: beverly hills is 90210
lucumanda:
lucumanda: gak tau lupa
lucumanda: pernah dikasitau artinya 90210 tapi lupa
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: itu kode posnya
lucumanda: kasitau
lucumanda: ohya?
foxthecreator: no, no, no, this has nothing to do with zip/postal codes
lucumanda: bukannya kayak yang, 9 anak, 2 apa, 1 apaaa gitu
lucumanda: hoooo
foxthecreator: ga percaya, liat aja di peta amerika
lucumanda: well itu kode kok berbau2 Dan Brown ya
lucumanda: hehehehe
foxthecreator: that’s simple, sis
lucumanda: teruskan ceritanya ^^
foxthecreator: read it from back, it’ll be 12312049
foxthecreator: December 31, 2049
lucumanda: sorry dcc…
lucumanda: tadi sampe
lucumanda: ‘that’s simple sis’
lucumanda: kopas-in yang setelahnya, dan teruskan ceritanya
foxthecreator: read it from back, it’ll be 12312049
foxthecreator: December 31, 2049
lucumanda: wow
lucumanda: terus?
foxthecreator: On the corkboard, there’s also a big map of the United States displaying the National High School Football League matches, proudly displayed by the Jocks. The maps were scribbled by some unknown party–most of the major cities there were underlined.
lucumanda: wooo
foxthecreator: and the words ‘before the day changed, we meet in the afterlife. you go first, my friends.’ in Latin (I’ll translate it later )
lucumanda: terdengar klenik
lucumanda:
lucumanda: lanjut,
foxthecreator: Okay, Emily was Nicolette’s friend. And Nicolette, so far, had nothing to do with the Commoners. She kept it for herself, trying to connect it with the absence of her dreams,
foxthecreator: and the Commoners never found out what was really happening until December 31, the D-day.
foxthecreator: (Chapter) III
lucumanda: *excited*
foxthecreator: An Earlier Catasthrope
foxthecreator: wait, it’s chapter IV!
foxthecreator: (Chapter III)
foxthecreator: Anomalies
lucumanda: okey
foxthecreator: haven’t I told you in the bus? that the City of Harris, NJ, had problems with anomalies on the days the story took place?
lucumanda: yang tau2 muncul gedung2 tinggi?
foxthecreator: Well, it’s traced back from November.
lucumanda: dalam semalam
lucumanda: ?
foxthecreator: hey, that’s a massive spoiler!
foxthecreator: okay, but you haven’t known what the building is, have you?
lucumanda: hemm
lucumanda: gedung untuk membersihkan alam dan semacamnya?
lucumanda: agak2 lupa
foxthecreator: okay, keep it that way
lucumanda:
lucumanda: okay lanjut,
foxthecreator: don’t try to recall anything from now on, just rely on solely my story
foxthecreator: November 9, 2049
lucumanda: sip
foxthecreator: (Sehari sebelum peringatan hari pahlawan yang ke-104 di Indonesia)
lucumanda:
foxthecreator:
lucumanda: informasi yang penting, mo
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: A drunkard called Brandon–or Brendan? something, (damn, I forget!)
foxthecreator: tapped open a water tap in front of a bar in downtown Harris,
foxthecreator: and the water flowed UPWARD!
lucumanda: …….
foxthecreator: He reported this, and although the government ignored this at the first place,
lucumanda: gue membayangkan filmnya mo, percayalah o_0
lucumanda: lanjut
foxthecreator: soon the government were made busy by similar reports from all over the city, and Brandon’s report was considered the first known report of the anomalies which occurred throughout the city.
foxthecreator: The anomalies were still happening on the day the story took place, believe me (coz I made it!), and the magnitude were various.
lucumanda: eh gue brb, lo lanjut ceritanya ya
foxthecreator: hmm
foxthecreator: klo ude balik bilang yaaa
lucumanda: 5 minutes
lucumanda: sip
lucumanda: wc gk bisa ditolerir
foxthecreator: hahahahaha
lucumanda: ip
lucumanda: sip
lucumanda: hadir
lucumanda: lanjutttt
foxthecreator: oke2
foxthecreator: yeah
lucumanda: sorry menginterupt
lucumanda: hihi
foxthecreator: nyante2 gue juga bisa baca kosan mesum lagi
foxthecreator: hahahaha
foxthecreator: okay
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: The lightest magnitude of the anomalies is that of Brandon’s report, of a water tap acting against Newton’s law.
foxthecreator: The heaviest magnitude of the anomalies is that of David Hopkins’ report, of his deceased grandfather Jonathan Hopkins which came back into life after a month buried. He came back knocking the family residence’s door, flawless with no sign of death or burial, and everyone acted like he never died.
foxthecreator: David Hopkins was now sent to a mental asylum, for his sanity was questionable. Regardless, his report was recorded by the government as ‘yet another report of anomalies occurred in Harris’.
foxthecreator: sis, i gotta go in ten minutes
foxthecreator: but i’ll be back in half an hour. okay with that?
lucumanda: HOY
lucumanda: sori kecaps
lucumanda: okay
foxthecreator: yeah?
lucumanda: mau kemana mo?
foxthecreator: mo nemuin dosen PRE
lucumanda: okay
lucumanda: PRE?
lucumanda: hooo
foxthecreator: nilai PRE gue E, klo dibiarin bisa DO
lucumanda: oke
lucumanda: ditunggu
lucumanda: sante aja,
foxthecreator: tapi gue yakin dan percaya nilai E itu karena nilai uas ga nyampe
lucumanda: heeehh
lucumanda: urusin dulu
lucumanda: yasudha
foxthecreator: 5 minutes…
lucumanda: semangat!
lucumanda:
foxthecreator: maxudnya 5 menit lagi lahhh
lucumanda: oke
lucumanda: lanjut dulu tuh
foxthecreator: Officers were sent all over the sites of anomalies to investigate,
lucumanda: keanehan2nya
foxthecreator: but most were interested in the fact that the Appleton district, near Harriet hill, where Nicolette lived, NEVER deal with anomalies, at least until the statement was made.
foxthecreator: In fact, Appleton NEVER suffered any anomaly at all.
lucumanda: weh
lucumanda: terus?
foxthecreator: Two detectives were sent to the neighborhood, Parry Studdard and Ian Percival Miles, to investigate.
foxthecreator: whoopsie, I forgot to mention the government’s claim of the suspect of these anomalies.
foxthecreator: wait, gotta go now. I’ll post this in my blog, and I need 2 minutes doing that.
lucumanda:
lucumanda: nanti ol lagi kan?
lucumanda: ditunggu
foxthecreator: iya lah
foxthecreator: pasti
lucumanda: ^^

Nightmare

What is a nightmare? A nightmare is a horrible and unpleasant dream. Usually nightmare occur on those who are psychically unwell, as a reflection of the flaws in their sanity, but sometimes it serves as an ill omen. I don’t know the scientific reasoning beyond this, and that’s as far as we go.

Nightmare is often personified as a dark horse (or mare, according to the word night that represents darkness and mare). But the word “nightmare” itself comes from the Old English root night and meaere, which means “incubus”.

The word “incubus” itself means a kind of male devil which tempts or have sex with women in their sleeps. However, in very archaic terms, incubus also literally means nightmare. This word has its root in Latin in and cubare, which means to lie (upon). This is also the root of a present word incubate.

“Succubus”, the female counterpart of incubus, also comes from the same cubare. The Latin root of succubus is also the root of a present word (to) succumb.

I love playing with words. I really do.