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Zepp A Long Ago Yesteryears
It was long decades ago when Mahalia ,the young girl who later be destined as Zepp ' mother whom he even did not know the face and left him in the dark midnight.. witnessed by his father who did not prevent her to go..That fragment was part of his breaths.*The footsteps rhythmically tapped on the mute hard floor. Heavy footsteps with thick muddy boots. Slowly but surely. Closer to the floor where Mahalia was on. The room was locked and the key was hanging in the door lock. The old rusty key was heavy and hard to turn open or close. “…Is it true that the door is already locked?” she began to doubt .She wished the morning was coming soon bringing the brightness and the house was crowded again as everyone came to protects her then driving away the man with shoes made of heavy heels rubber which sounded full of mud.She hoped that morning will come soon and the sky will light up the sun as bright as it could be then spreading the singing birds on the high sky so that the atmosphere
Zepp Half Rotten Fruit
Hex leaned against the sofa and lit another cigarette. The thirty-second cigarette of the day. He was exhaling the smoke until it filled the air, which slightly suffocated him but he enjoyed it.Staring at the tv screen with a blank mind then he wondered why do people like watching movies so much? he thought and then he answered himself, while rounding the shape of the cigarette smoke with the shape of the corner of his mouth.People love to watch movies because the characters in the movie are depicted in only an hour or two.. Highlighting everything that is important and interesting.Movies are not like the humdrum everyday life .Then remembered his plebeian friend, Falla, who was so proud of having a new cellphone." Guess how much is this " she said .Hex said a price guess randomly "Oh no, "she said." It's 2000 dollars you know." She said then showing off to the the phone to the hotel receptionist and bringing her electronic translator to talk to her .She didn't care when H
Zepp Mother's Love
What a name! Zepp exclaimed in his heart. He wanted to meet in person with the yoga trainer and therapist with the name. The yoga trainer name' s Zanitha. Something like a weird of being challenged crept inside him unexpectedly .What the heck is her face and figure?But he couldn't possibly ask that himself to her secretary or her vice or anyone. He called the contact person. Damnit! The secretary told him that Zanitha is not in .She is abroad for a couple of months.Ok ... still a lot of backup . Falviana. wow, this name is as great as the previous one. Definitely sound beautiful, elegant and so on. Damn again. This one can't even be contacted. The contact person number is constantly busy until he gets bored himself.in the end he felt ridiculous..Norine...Eletha..Galene.. who are they? what's so special about them?Aren't they just women looking for a career and money like most? What can he expect? suddenly he was tired , sad then he put his shoulders on the steering wheel and hid
Zepp The Dripping Blood
The blood dripped down his forehead. Cold, red and thick. He touched it .lt didn't stream like flood but he was injured.Someone did that. A dagger? or bare handed? Didn't know. but he collided into a cold and and rough surface wall.The fishy smelling blood was running down his neck.It was sickening.His father stood up straigthtly and shouted in a very angry and powerful voice 'Stop! .."He woke up perspiring.The creepy crow of cock could be heard slowly entering his musty room.Zepp was laying down glaring at the ceiling.His racing thoughts ran after him in many faces .Things he went through in the prison and inmates .His freak cousin Axel who came up to his office without saying anything .The uncontactable yoga trainers whose faces were unseen.And the scarry story about a notorious evil ...who got tantamount problem with his matriarchal mother and formed his character..From Crime lnvestigation.*By all appearances, Edmund was a well-adjusted young man. He was always polite
Zepp The Spirit
The goddess ' s name is Alsava.She was crowned with dry leaves and wild flowers was in a wide green grassy field . Little butterflies flying low to play with her. She smiled and touched them .She wanted to remember something when she was alive.Her wish was to see the work of the angels who determine the fate of the world.They must have saved the thick books of the preset human life and death .Those peerless angels must have been working and kept the file on a locked drawers and shelves.She fully trust in the desole arbiter of God and the angels are the officers and crews of the great and secretive forces .They have been working ceaselessly from the beginning of time till the end.The angels are never prolix some in their jobs.Supposedly somewhat refractive. Are they dewy eyed cause of the holiness ?They might be groundless as they have wings which flying faster than light speed!They are such commendable creatures.Alsava wants to know why she had a mother who was so strange
Zepp Long Gone Days
"Look at the cloudy days but people still carry out their activities."" Yes ...we have a lot of grey days at this time of year. Spring will be here soon.""Nice shot ..l like the Painting.. Yes.. I should try to paint again that's my local park...Another picture of Eastern Passage ..just down the road from where I live.""I love your little bee. It's incredible ...So beautiful ..very nice".Smilingly, Zepp concluded that for some time he lost consciousness .The past experiences had such physical effects on him . Sweating or wanting to punch and throw something or someone. Nightmares or scattered dreams at night and even at daytime.He just put his cellphone into his pocket and had just a talk with someone, but he forgot with whom he talked to.It was a female voice but where was the resource of developing the chat and maintaining in the memory ,who would talk about painting..what was it all about?No matter how hard he tried to remember , nothing could help to increase the w
Zepp What Had They Done
" What do you know about what had done by our cousin and uncle till they were caught and be in jailed, regardless how much money they have? Did not they think of bribing or things like that to make them not ..."."Living in disguise?or disgrace you mean ?"" If l were as rich as him ,l wouldn't have given a damn to the law ! Who has not any wrong deeds?"'' Yeah ..many innocent people go to jail for nothing fault they did ..and vice versa! Many real criminals go free as the money they have or special social status "." What had he done?"." Just think about various crimes people can do and think if our relatives might have done,Ax ".What! Rape ? What for ? They could have any girl they want ..fraud business,so that's why they are so rich ? His dad was a landlord of huge huge property, everyone knows that.. abduction? Or killing?whom ?"" That's everyone 's question, you know Hex.. " ." None ever asked him directly?!He must have a girlfriend or lots of maybe .. There must be someone
Zepp If I Die Today
"Zepp ! " He doesn't care that his name was called .Or he's just on the yellowish old paper.So he didn't hear it."'If l die today l shall pack what l can bring with me whatever they are .I'm happy if it does.As nothing in life but grief.I will not need anything anymore if l send my last breath.What l pack maybe only rags and crumbs..''Zepp put back the old yellowish paper into the wooden box .He didn't know who wrote that . It's sounds someone in despair .He neither knows if the paper was a letter or just a piece of diary.lts not a handwriting.lts written by someone wrote it in an old typewriter.ls it important or not . He did not know.What is important and what is not.Damn it ! Who cares..But he continued reading..' Nothing is important any more for me now.But l will say it if there is some one care to listen.It is like a peevish child who threaten to run away if none cares . Actually the kid wants to be listen .ls it me like that ? I struggle all my life but everything seem