Peter.

Their eyes meet.
A light flashes in between them. He finds it hard to tear his gaze away, but yet, he must.
Her eyes search him, searches his soul, his heart, his mind.
Their hearts pound above the noise, pounding, beating as one.
He sees her, and she, him. A connection of hearts, separated by the human sea.
Her skin tingles, she doesn't know what that means.
His eyes sends a message, she pretends not to see.
But their connection on a spiritual level is hard to miss.

His every footstep feels like lead. Never has he been this nervous before.
She sees him coming, bites her lip. Never has she been this nervous before.
He moves almost effortlessly through the throng of people.
What she doesn't know is that he almost had to push them out of his way.
They're blocking, he wishes they would move, he doesn't want her to get away.
She hides a smile behind her hand. He looks almost comical, far to eager.
But their eyes, their eyes, never leaving each others', gazing longingly, hopefully.

She stands, he stands, right before each other.
She tries for a smile, albeit nervous but still genuine.
"I'm Peter," he says, as he holds out his hand.
"Michelle", she shakes, feeling the warmth creep up her cheeks.
She mutters a silent thanks to the darkened light of the room, hiding the stain of her bright red face.
He smiles, shyly, slowly letting go.
A thousand things run through his mind but he can't filter them out in time.
Out from his mouth, comes the words. "you look pretty tonight."

He sees the shock in her eyes, she's very surprised.
She mutters "thank you" to his shoes, trying and failing to conceal a grin. He grins back.
Her smile, oh, her smile, makes the room brighten tenfold.
He wants to try and make her smile again, but he doesn't know what to do.
Hardly a word was further spoken before she pulls out her phone. A connection, their connection, an unspoken truth.

She turns to go, clutching her phone to her pounding chest.
His number, a precious specimen locked and detailed in the device.
She dare not turn to wave goodbye, she felt so sure that she'd explode.
She'd content herself to memorizing the smile on his face.

He sees her go, walking fast, out of the hall and into the streets.
His fingers feel icy cold, and his face too warm.
Frozen in the same spot, he is in disbelief.
Maybe it was all just a prank, a cruel joke of fates'. She didn't even say goodbye.
But then the phone rings.

They get to talking, and soon they're laughing and making plans to meet.
He's surprised at how easy she seems to talk to and she thinks he is pretty neat.
She'll never forget the smile he wore, when he first walked up to her.
Her heart seems to jump and soar, at his little words.

Michelle and Peter meet again, in a coffee house, a week after they first met.
That week had been filled with laughs and conversations left unsaid.
Neither can deny the connection they felt on the very first day.
They know what it is, deep in their hearts, and how they feel so blessed.

Their every day spent together, inseparable are the pair.
Smiles and laughter fill the air, whenever the two are there.
He loves her so, with every being of his heart, and she loves him too.
The connection they first felt has grown and grown and grown.
Now with every moment, it's eating at their souls.

Their love has grown and blossomed into something new.
It's no longer love, it's a union of their souls.
She can read his mind just as well as he can read hers.
They're connected, body and mind, and now of their souls.

His body has gotten used to the way hers feel, whenever he does something sweet.
He has memorized her little quirks and is glad to make them his.
He loves the way his palm fits, nicely into hers.
He loves the way that she always brings a smile to whomever they may meet.
The two of them individuals, but together they work as one.

The season changes, the colours fade, and she no longer seems to smile.
Every where they go, she brings a little frown.
He tries to change, and ask and ask, but doesn't know what's wrong.
He loves her so, but doesn't he know, that this is what they are.

She sends a text, one evening on the eve of hallow's night.
She hates to break his heart but she must do what's right.
"Peter," it reads, " I'm sorry to do this, but we must leave each other. Let's not taint our summer romance and keep it forever burning as a memory. If we stay on, we wouldn't last, that much I can see is true. I've loved you once, Peter dear, but let's leave our summer love as it is, as it was, and as it'll always be."

He read her text, once, twice, three times.
He raged, he stormed, he tried to call but she always declined.
He never saw or heard from her again, but oh, how his heart did pine.
He loved her, he truly did, he never felt this way before.
And the way she shattered his fragile heart, burns in the depth of his soul.
She touched his heart and left a mark, but now she's upped and gone.
Leaving Peter behind to sort out his life, and find his ever after.

One month passed, then two, three and more.
The seasons changed and soon it was to be summer again.
Peter curls up on his bed, as he had done ever since.
He scrolls through their old texts and pictures and prays for her back.
He misses her so, that much he knows, that she was his true love.
It's been a year, but Peter can't seem to look into the future.

His past is dark but his future is darker. No woman can ever replace her.
The bluest of skies seem, in his eyes, the darkest shade of grey.
His heart has broken, his soul numbed, he's never felt this way.
He doesn't know if there's a cure, or a medicine for heartbreak this great.
He wants her here, right next to him, he wants their connection again.
He wants the fire in her eyes, the passion on her lips.
He longs for her hands to caress his face but remembers where she is.

He shakes open the bottle of pills.
He loves her.
He pours them out onto his open palm.
He loves her.
He feels the capsules slide down his unresisting throat.
He loved her.
He loved her.
He loved
Her.





xoxo
Nicabeth

The Chosen Chapter 2: Zoey's lessons 101

You'd expect me to be in a truckload of trouble but I'm not. (Can you believe that?). I'm not even in a little bit of trouble. Valkyries are weird. You'd think dropping someone's soul into non-existence would get you kicked out faster than you can say "sorry" but no. Apparently this is a "learning experience". 

Senior Ada says it's normal for newbies to mess up the first time round and I shouldn't be too hard on myself. Personally, I'm feeling like absolute poop. I dropped a soul into non-existence. Instead of an after-life, he's just going to, what, disintegrate? Oh gods above. 

Mess up or not, I wouldn't wish that fate on anybody. (Except maybe that third grade math teacher. Jokes.)

I know I didn't choose the Valkie life. It chose me. But since I am one, might as well make the best of it. And that starts with learning how to be a Valkyrie right. 

Lesson number 1: I am only supposed to pick up souls I deem worthy of Vahalla. I am to leave souls meant for Folkvangr and Hel alone. Apparently they have their own spirit picker uppers. 

Lesson number 2: Valkyries are only called to the "scene" when a hero dies in battle with his weapon. Other than that, I can't pick up any ol' Tom, Dick or Harry on the streets. 

Lesson number 3: I don't need to be a Valkie 24/7. Apparently I still can go to school with my mates and stuff. And I still need to do homework and stuff

Lesson number 4: When I am a valky, I have to stay in Vahalla's "Valkie Quarters". There's an area off Vahalla's main residences specially set aside for us Valkies. We're sorted according to our Chief Valkie (mine's Jalinda, remember?). There's two Valkies to a room and our Seniors. I haven't had the chance to meet my roomie yet.

Lesson number 5: It's apparently not easy to get dismissed from the Valkie court unless I mess up big time. (Like purposely killing a guy who is not yet ready to go. *Coughs*). Valkies are rare nowadays so I'm considered "valuable" 

Lesson number 6: It's time for lunch. 

Since Senior Ada says there's no need to report this to the higher ups, we're going for lunch. 

The Chosen Chapter 1: I'm a what now?!

Honestly? I didn't ask to be a Valkyrie. It wasn't like I had a say in the matter either. I was just picked up one day (literally) and a woman with this crazy hairdo was like, "congrats, you're a Valkyrie now!". I wish I could say I gave a more mature response to that, but nope. Yours truly went down in history as the first Valkyrie who threw up all down her shirt in excitement.

Sarcasm. You'd think the other Valkyries would know a thing or two about that.

I can't exactly say it's been a bed of roses being a Valky. Then again, I've only been at it for, let's see, about 2 hours and 13 minutes now? Not too bad for my first day, if I don't say so myself. I heard the last one before me got roasted in like, 10 minutes. I wonder what she did. Oh. That's right. She was caught trying to smuggle her boyfriend into Vahalla. (Take into consideration that he wasn't even dead to start with.) I kinda want to giggle now, oh dear.


2 hours and 15 minutes now. Rambling sure takes up time. Ugh. The other Valkies are telling me that I should backtrack and explain a little more. Sorry about that.

Person dies. Valkyrie goes to person. Reviews soul to see if worthy of Vahalla (the High Heavens). If yes, escort him up, he becomes an Einherjar. (Warrior) If no, leave him to rot.

Kidding about that last one. Sort of.


Later I learnt that crazy hairdo woman was Sharlotte, Captain of the Valkyries. Bear with me here, it might get a little confusing. There are 12 Chief Valkies under Captain Sharlotte and those 12 are responsible for the thousands of recruit Valkies under them.

I'm under the 7th Chief, Chief Jalinda and in this 2 hour 17 minutes I've been here, she's been praying I was on oversight on the Captain's part. Lovely. Like I, Zoey Fairfield, asked to be here in the first place. I've heard that Valkyries personally chosen by the Captain have the grand potential to either bring the Valkyries to a new age, or destroy them completely. The things you learn in 2 hours and 17 minutes.

Chief Jalinda said the last time Captain Sharlotte personally picked a new recruit, the Valkyries were almost exterminated. Does the name "Salem witch trails" ring a bell? Yeah, most of them were Valkies, caught doing magic too close to the humans. Their loss.

(My Senior Valkyrie says that's insensitive. Well I'm sorry, Senior Ada, but it's true!)

New Valkyries get a Senior. They watch over us, teach us the ropes, baby us and feed us.

(I'm kidding, Senior Ada, KIDDING.)

They do teach us the ropes though. We're supposed to go through a 5 year training course before being fully initiated in as full Valkyries and during this time, our Senior is our teacher. They make recruits wear feather on their gowns though I think it's more of a practical joke like "Hey look it's the newbies, let's squash them" Captain Sharlotte believes that the best way to learn is through practice. That's why in about 10 minutes time, I will be escorting my first einherjar to Vahalla. Looking like a chicken.




Oooh I see him! He's....he's pushing people out of a burning apartment, straight out onto the streets. Well I GUESS that classifies as noble. I need to check my handbook for that.

Oh wow looky here. It's a noble act but guess who started the fire in the first place? This same chap. So it kind of cancels out the noble cause thing doesn't it? No Vahalla for you mate, sorry.

(HAHAHA this is fun!)

And OOOH! The building exploded! My guy's dead! Cool!
(Well ok, not so cool but from this high up in the clouds it kind of looks like fireworks)

Oh oops. Forgot to review his soul. Pros: Tried to rescue the people and got all of them out of the fire. Cons: Started the fire.

Well I guess he doesn't deserve eternal damnation but I don't reckon he deserves Vahalla either. That leaves Folkvangr, where he can stand around for all of eternity. Trust me, it's much better than Hel.

Ooof. He's a little heavier than he looks. Doesn't miss a meal, this one. I'm actually struggling trying to carry this chap and I really wish Senior Ada would help me.

(She's laughing at me. Why are you laughing?)

There's this huge gapping hole underneath us. Senior Ada says that's Ginnungagap, the eternal void of nothingness and we really really don't want to be dropping our guy down that thing.

Bollocks. This guy is really kicking. Ouch, stop that. I can't carry you much further! Where in Vahalla is Folkvangr? Oh no oh no I'm losing my grip-

Oh bollocks, peas and carrots.

Ok this is a terrible idea. I want to go back to being mortal now, thanks.

Writing experience

First of, I just wanted to say, shoot me.

Have you any idea how frustrating it is when you have all this creative energy bubbling inside of you but totally no way for it to be released?! Honestly, it's the most agonizing feeling ever. Forget waiting a year for the new iPhone, have you ever experienced writers block??

And, how is it that I can rant so well about writers block but actually can't do any real writing?? This is soooo frustrating, I might eat myself.

I have this whole something in my head that just won't come out. I'm laying down the bricks, building the foundation but something just doesn't seem right. It doesn't sound creative enough. It doesn't sound me enough.

I'm starting to think I might have a time limit on my creative juices. I feel better writing in the morning, like maybe around 9am-10am. Problem is, I like to sleep around that time as well. It kinda feels that my creativity is stronger in the morning as compared to the afternoon. When I was younger, my creative energy levels were spiking around 5pm-7pm because I always used to write around that time. Maybe I'll try training myself to write during a certain time again. Maybe that might be a little better.

Thing is, I want to do this writing lark as a full time thing, but chances are it will have to be part time. I want a good, strong, energized day when I can just spend the whole day writing and researching. I had intended to do that during this semester's holiday but lo, I'm working too. But a good sit down and write day does not equal to quality writing. So URGH.

I can feel the creative energy starting to leave my body when I couldn't find means to expel it. See, it's happening. Expel isn't the word I want but I can't place a finger on the word I'm looking for.

Maybe I'll go hammer my piano or something.

xoxo
Nicabeth

Recent trip to Taiwan!

Took a little trip out of blimming humid Singapore to Taiwan during the 5th to the 11th of September. This is my second time to Taiwan and I was looking forward to all the cheap clothing and food! Was dying to hit the claw machines that only cost around 40 cents to play. But what made this trip special was that this would be the first time my boyfriend, Nathaniel and I stepped out of Singapore together on an overseas trip (together with my family, but still)

Overall, the trip was great, We hired a driver that took us to Taichung, Cingjing (Nantou county) and Taipei. Absolutely loved the food, especially the soups and the chicken cutlets. The clothes, oh swoon, were adorable and I honestly wish I could have had more time to shop and buy (even though I came back with 24 articles of clothing. Spare me, I was keen on a wardrobe makeover.) Bought 3 pairs of shoes and 3 bags. Pity it was the start of Autumn and the gorgeous boots were either too expensive or just not my thing. Shame that. The arcades in the night markets were brilliant. Nat was absofreakinglutely baller at it! He graduated from amateur to expert in one night! Out of the 10 soft toys I brought back, at least 6 were caught by him. (Best moment was when he wanted to catch this toy of a boy with his private hanging out and Nat said if he caught it in one try, he'd it to me and lo and behold, he did. Did not expect that at all tbh but it provided a great laugh.) 

Honestly though, the best part of the whole trip was getting to spend a whole week, uninterrupted with my love. The feeling of being able to fall asleep next to him and wake up to his sleepy smile was just.....the most wonderful thing I have ever felt in my life. I cant describe it, you can't put love into words. Love is an emotion to feel, not to be penned. I'd give anything to be able to have this for the rest of my life and I look forward to the day where i can have this for eternity

xoxo
Nicabeth

Short story

He came from across the mountains, bearing gifts of hope. That was the first time I saw him, when I was twelve. He came and he stayed for a week, then a month, then a year. He watched me without a word and I watched him.

The next time I saw him again I was fifteen. A little older now, but still carrying the same air of innocence. I had the mindset of a child frolicking in the meadows, taking pleasure at everything she touches, every new experience that crosses her eyes. When he came, he touched my cheek and a cold shiver ran up my spine. It wasn't even a caress, more of a curious touch. But I felt the cold and I felt the tension and it was too late to turn back.

I tried to forget him but he was always lurking in the back of my mind, wondering when it was safe to come out of the shadows. I would quell him, shush him, but I could feel the muscles on his back, his arms rippling, getting stronger with each passing day.

He wanted me, that much I knew. From the first day we met, he wanted to claim me as his own. He was waiting for the opportunity, waiting for me to let my guard down so he could strike with the force he had been building up. When that force comes, I know I will not be able to block it.

Suddenly, he seemed to fade. As quickly as he had come, he started to fade further and further into the darkness. I smiled more, laughed more. Tried to imagine myself as a happier person. But I couldn't stop thinking of him, what he could do to me if I let him. He was the predator and I was the lame prey. Easy catch, it was just a matter of time.

Then, my world shattered and he came back. He picked me up and helped me to stand. I was numbingly oblivious to the world, oblivious to the hands who held my waist, pressing me against his body. There was no light in my eyes and yet he held me. Without a word, he brushed the hair away from my forehead and kissed it. I didn't realise until it was too late  to stop him..

He clung on to me for another two years, taking care of me until I could stand on my own two feet again. I looked at him. Had he always been this big and strong? I couldn't remember. I wanted to feel safe and protected in his arms but somehow it felt more of a prison.

Now he could reach out and touch me. His icy fingers trailed the side of my face, giving me the cold shivers I had felt when I was a child. His arms wrapped around me tightly until I struggled for breath and he would release me. I could feel him waiting to pounce, like a tiger. Waiting for the day when I could no longer struggle and he could finally claim me, body and soul, as his own. I wanted to succumb to his touch but sanity held me back.

He clung on, constantly trying to convince me to let go. He was getting stronger as I was growing weaker. The day where he would strike was fast approaching, I could feel it and I couldn't stop it.

A new experience came, one that finally brought back the joy I had missed out on. Cautiously, I reached out for it and it sucked me into a whirlwind of adventures and emotion. It was nothing I have ever felt before and nothing I would want to trade it for. This new experience can be comparable to a journey of sorts. A journey that will never end as long as I continue to pour my heart and soul into it. I truly believe that new experience is the answer I have been waiting for my whole life and now it's here, I have no need of him anymore.

I don't need to lean on him for support, I don't need to hope that he'll take me away. I am not giving up on this journey, why, it has only just begun. I have no need for support, I can hold myself up tall. He can try time and again to get me back but I will not let him in. He shrinks the more I stand and if I can quell him for good, I shall.

He had a name. Depression.

This is goodbye, my old friend. I shan't be seeing you again.


xoxo
Nicabeth

About me :)

Whoa hi there. The name's Nicole Elizabeth Choong and I started this blog as a mini platform for me to share my stories. (I apologise in advance if they give you brain cancer)

I haven't really decided what genre I'll be doing. I'm not really sure what I'm good at.. Maybe you can help me decide. :)

I like romance. I like science fiction. History, mythology and fantasy. <3

So yeah.


More about me:

• I'm 18. Getting a year older every 19th March
• Currently a year 2 pursuing a Diploma in Early Childhood Education
• Working part time at a sports shop
• I don't like sports. 
• I'm an INFP (and I fully agree)
• An Erudite-dauntless, Hufflepuff, Athenian
• Disney girl for lyfe <3
• Nathaniel Ho's girl :D <3 

That's it for now, but I'll update more as I go. Apart from stories, I was thinking of adding posts about my daily life. Nothing much, just bits and pieces :)

xoxo

Nicabeth 

(who chose this pen name as a smush-up of my two names ^.^)