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It is morning. A clear morning. Sunshine starts to lighten the dark road ahead of him. Birds are singing, searching for their early breakfast. The road seem calm, none vehicles, no school bus, none a bike even. Morning breeze blowing, freshen his face, and it is cold and sometimes he shivered. Along with a jacket, school jacket but it still cold. No wonder for that time in the end of November, when the cold wind start to circle the atmosphere of the compact town.

He is alone, as usual for him in the early morning in his way to school. The doors of outlets are closed tightly. The sunlight is dim and he freely watches the blue clear sky. He smiles alone, watching the birds flying freely and whistle. Later, he reaches the conjunction, where the school of him is located, just ahead of him. Slowly he walk, as time is too much him that morning. He is the earliest school boy that morning, but yet, it is the first time for him to come that early.

James is excited to know that he is the first. Actually he and his friends were on a bet, and the first who reach the school will win the bet and surely, he win. Then he waits and waits for others to come, in the classroom. One by one, come and they know he win the bet and as the result, they need to foot his meals bill that day. It is nothing ore than fun for them, as it like a routine for them to play something like that. The day then goes as usual…

The sky turns red. It is sunset and the boy still looking towards the bay of Saint Elmo. The sky was clear, but reddish and it is the most beautiful time along the day. He closes his eyes, leaning against the tree, trying to hear the sounds of late evening life. It is peaceful and then, he felt asleep.

Dish! He falls down.
“That’s hurt!”.

“Are you ok?” a soft voice comes to his ears. He looks up and starts to rub his sleepy eyes. The red light flashing, strikes his eyes and he covers his eyes, looking to the speaker. It is the girl, the one he meet once before during the school day, the one who is his new rival. Remember the incident happens in the school before, he turns his sight, looking at his precious town. Suddenly a strong gust pass through, bringing along tiny sand particles entering his light blue eyes.

“Hey, you are still like a baby. Crying even for a small wound,” she laughs when James’s eyes going wet with tears.

“You fool!” he suddenly explodes. “It is just because of the wind,” fiercely, he turns his glowing eyes to Cassie’s. Like sudden, his body freezes, as if he was stroked by a thunder. His time slowly, like a snail’s pace, slowly moves second by second.

“What?” she asks. James stills stand still, like a stone in front of the girl. The wind blows, pushing their faces, and blows the black, shining hair of the beautiful girl which is covered by a scarf. She gently combs the hair, slowly and stares the school boy.
Their eyes meet each other, and suddenly a strange feeling appear, in the bottom of their heart. Their faces start to blush, but they did not see each other because of the red sun light which seems to bath them in red-golden light. Cassie turns, same as James, looking towards the sunset. The wind becomes a friend of them- slowly freshen their faces and also their soul, keeping their distance shorter and shorter. It is the first time they can sit along together without having a big quarrel.

“I never thought that you are such a cry-baby Holmes,” she smiles. “What? I have said it before! It is the wind! Do you get it?” James rages.

“Opss. Sorry James.” He looks, and smiles. “Wow, the first time I get to hear that.”
Cassie’s face turns red. She is blushing but James hardly to realize it.

“I’m going home now. See you tomorrow Holmes” she suddenly ask for leaving, as her watch shows 7 o’clock. “Ah! Wait...” but it is too late. Cassie already leaves. The only left is her white scarf which was blown by the wind earlier, hanging at the tree branches…




Dear Diary,

It was a freaky strange day today. As usual, we have a fight, and at the usual place, the class corridor. Today is not because I accidently bumped to her as the older days, but it was strange…totally strange. I went out for refreshment after the biology class, but then suddenly I saw her trying to get something in the garden. Actually she was going to reach her scarf, first I saw she wear that white scarf. It was hanging at the Oak branches. It was funny too, as she is too short (although as tall as I am) and hardly to reach her scarf. So I gave her a help, and she allowed we to get her scarf. Yeah…I had them but she suddenly yelled at me. I don’t know why and we started to have a fight. Well...it just likes our routine to have a quarrel a day. I don’t know what the reason was, but now I notice it since I had her missing scarf with me. I was careless to dirt her scarf, and maybe I need to ask for apologize tomorrow.

Oh yes…one more thing. I think this is the strangest thing that ever happens since we know each other about 3 years ago…the first time she say “Sorry” to me. Hahaha.
It was totally odd. Usually what she knows to say is “It’s your fault.” Well, besides she actually can be a good friend but every time I try to approach her she went away, or not we ended in a fight. Also she just ignores me and goes away.

Today’s eve, we get along at the roadside, where I usually looking down at the bay, because that is the most suitable place to see and enjoy the beautiful scenery of the town.
Once again I fell from the tree, and she was there! Fortunately we didn’t have another series of fight.

Yeah…I felt something strange when I see her today. I don’t notice that she is beautiful.
Gee…what I am talking about? Ah...I need to give her back this scarf. I wonder what will I get when she know I took her belonging. What so special about this scarf?



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“I know this is odd to me to say this but, seem I had to. Thanks for your help yesterday and I’m sorry if I get mad of you just because of a simple thing. I notice that I left something there, at the place we meet yesterday, in the evening. It’s nothing much, but please take care of it because I’m afraid I can’t see you again. Sayonara, James.

Sorry, Cass.”



“What the hell is this note?” he mumbles alone every time he reads the note, passed to him by a friend of Cassie, June. He notices also the face of the best friend of his ‘foe’ seems wet, and her eyes are reddish. He knows what happens but why?

It takes a long time for him to digest all things that going on yesterday. Now he realizes it. That is why they can meet at the tree at late evening, when they school ends earlier than that, plus she is in a hurry. Besides, it is weird to for her to get near James, the one who she always avoids.

“Why?” suddenly he asks, hoping that the girl knows what happening. The girls still silence, and then turns back and slowly says, “Please…Don’t ask me more,” and then she leaves, letting James to think alone. Time passes too fast for him and comes to the end of the day…

Ting! A notification appears from the toolbar, “You have a new message from Cass…..”

“Could that be her? No way! Impossible. She even doesn’t know my phone number!” shout James, and anxiously, open his Gmail account straight away. He is shocked, and read the mail, which comes from Sweden!




Ah…hello there Holmes. This me...Cassie. Sorry I can’t tell you what’s going on here but I need to go abroad because my family wants to move there. So now I’m here, at Stockholm. My father has been promotes to work here as a higher officer of his company. This is my e-mail, please don’t hesitate to contact me and hope we can be a real good friend, not like before.




James smiles when reading the message, and then he clicks on the green ‘reply’ button….and they keep exchanging their mails over and over the whole night…

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Snow. White, pure and cold. Just like the soul of a human being, innocent. But, it is the men themselves who shape their own soul, just like snowman. Snow, melts if hot, and stays freezes if cold, same as human soul. Only melts when there is someone who cares, and freezes if none cares.

Winter. White and cold. No matter what happen, it stills a chilly period of the year, even though you have prepared everything to keep you warm throughout the period. Same as human’s soul. White or black, bright or dark, good or bad, you will feel the same, if no one exists besides you, cares and protects you.




Three-month period seems too long. Nothing much too do if you cannot move in the snowing days. James, still looking through the wooden window, the white, pure snow pours down from the sky, the reservoir. It is another dull day he needs to pass through.

He wonders how is it there, the place where his old friend continues her life. A year has passed since he receives the last e-mail from her. What happen? He does not know. They seem close before. She just suddenly lost without a trace. Nothing left.

His sight is full in white, nothing moves and only white particles in his sight. Then, he sits on his bed, and lying on it. Bit by bit, he closes his eyes…




“Mom, dad, where are we going for the summer vacation?”

“Where? I though you have decided where to go.” said the lady, gently.

“Well…I’m hoping to go to the mountain and having a holiday there” the boy broadly smiled.

“Ok then, we will go to the high land next week. Now, wash your chubby face and go to bed.” The boy, obediently rushed to the bath room, and washed his face and straight away ran upstairs towards his bed. He hoped that tomorrows came earlier so that he could have his dream summer vacation with his parents. As the clock moved, he sooner fell into a sound sleep…




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Dear Diary,

It is getting cold, same as yesteryears, but seems I felt very lonely lately. She suddenly lost without any sign. I have e-mail her continuously, yet nothing she replied. Is something happen there?


je vais en Suède!




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The sky was blue, and calm. Clouds moved slowly towards the end of the world- to where James’s sight ended. The crowds from the last flight from Paris disappeared slowly as time passed. The atmosphere was calm, but not inside his. Many questions keep cycling his blank mind. He was thinking about one thing only. The one which will make his late-night dreams banished, forever.

Nothing left for clue, but he knew where to head. Ericsson. There, he might get some info about her father.

Kista, a northern city of Sweden capitol, Stockholm. It is well know for the achievement in information technology. It is also where the headquarter of the Ericsson company is located. It droved a boy, not yet a man, to seek for a question of his heart.

It is indeed a beautiful city. The air was calm, and the temperature is not much differ from Paris, where the hero came from. It was shady, and quite. James walked out from the cab. Managed to get his entire luggage, he entered the 5-stared hotel, the Hilton Hotel.

“Room 1901 sir. Have a pleasant holiday.”

“Well…Not bad at all. As I imagined.”

The city is quite compact, but Stockholm is still the largest city in Sweden. It is well-know for the tragic Stockholm Bloodbath, where many people executed. It was in 15th century, but now Stockholm has becoming a developed city.

The scenery, the nature and the ancient building- which has historical values enchanted him. It was a beautiful moment where the sun disappear gradually in the west, and for the sake of his life, he will never ever forget the fascinating scenery. The city slowly turned alive when the light disappear and replaced by the darkness. The city was not completely engulfed by the darkness, as the light of the buildings’ rooms gave some sort of a new life to the city at night. It was so colourful, same as Paris at night. It took him hours standing at the crafted wooden window of the hotel.

The wall’s clock moved second by second, leaving a continuous ‘click’ sound which broke the silence in the room 1901. He was alone, looking at the cycling of the hotel room. Tired of the long journey he had pass through before, he fell asleep…

The search started the next morning. The first place that comes to his mind is the Ericsson. Right after finishing his early breakfast, he rushed to the company. It took about 20 minutes to reach it. Once he was there, he straightly went to the inquiry counter, and asker for the man, Richard Evans.

“Richard…Richard Evan? Sorry, I never heard about this name before... ”




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Posted 5/4/08
I like it! And that sentence " it was the wind...." reminds me on something........
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miuanna wrote:

I like it! And that sentence " it was the wind...." reminds me on something........


badminton haha.thanks but i would like some critics rather than positive words..
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SRy, but I read much stuff and I realized that I have to like a story or not! ( that means it includes everything,how I can read it etc) And I like it! =) The story really " flows" and thats something not everyone can do! ( Like me~~)
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ore2..well then juz leave it for another person..and anna do u mind to put a title for it? i dunt know what to put for the title
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Lets see...." it was the wind" *lol*

yeah...how about that! "About guilty, the wind and scarfs!"
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thanks for that...haha well actually only mods n creator can change the title at the forum...haha
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Then u like it? .....*goes and changes*
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“I know this is odd to me to say this but, seem I had to. Thanks for your help yesterday and I’m sorry if I get mad of you just because of a simple thing. I notice that I left something there, at the place we meet yesterday, in the evening. It’s nothing much, but please take care of it because I’m afraid I can’t see you again. Sayonara, James.

Sorry, Cass.”

“What the hell is this note?” he mumbles alone every time he reads the note, passed to him by a friend of Cassie, June. He notices also the face of the best friend of his ‘foe’ seems wet, and her eyes are reddish. He knows what happens but why?

It takes a long time for him to digest all things that going on yesterday. Now he realizes it. That is why they can meet at the tree at late evening, when they school ends earlier than that, plus she is in a hurry. Besides, it is weird to for her to get near James, the one who she always avoids.

“Why?” suddenly he asks, hoping that the girl knows what happening. The girls still silence, and then turns back and slowly says, “Please…Don’t ask me more,” and then she leaves, letting James to think alone. Time passes too fast for him and comes to the end of the day…

Ting! A notification appears from the toolbar, “You have a new message from Cass…..”

“Could that be her? No way! Impossible. She even doesn’t know my phone number!” shout James, and anxiously, open his Gmail account straight away. He is shocked, and read the mail, which comes from Sweden!


Ah…hello there Holmes. This me...Cassie. Sorry I can’t tell you what’s going on here but I need to go abroad because my family wants to move there. So now I’m here, at Stockholm. My father has been promotes to work here as a higher officer of his company. This is my e-mail, please don’t hesitate to contact me and hope we can be a real good friend, not like before.


James smiles when reading the message, and then he clicks on the green ‘reply’ button….and they keep exchanging their mails over and over the whole night…
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sorry..for easiness of reading can u just delete the last post? thanks
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it's nice.... one could say that it has a typical plot but the details are nice... although i don't understand much about the last quoted part though...is it a flashback or something? because usually the quoted ones are either notes or entries in the main character's diary....sorry for asking too much questions
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syllphiel wrote:

it's nice.... one could say that it has a typical plot but the details are nice... although i don't understand much about the last quoted part though...is it a flashback or something? because usually the quoted ones are either notes or entries in the main character's diary....sorry for asking too much questions


thanks for u comment
well nice to hear it from a great writer as u hehe..
well u will get the answer next time u read the next plot hehe
ah..no need to feel sorry. just ask
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syllphiel wrote:

it's nice.... one could say that it has a typical plot but the details are nice... although i don't understand much about the last quoted part though...is it a flashback or something? because usually the quoted ones are either notes or entries in the main character's diary....sorry for asking too much questions


thanks for u comment
well nice to hear it from a great writer as u hehe..
well u will get the answer next time u read the next plot hehe
ah..no need to feel sorry. just ask


EH!!!! ummm i'm not a great at any way at all.... i always get my plots all mixed up and the grammar is mostly wrong sometimes and....and.... waah!!! i'm sorry.......
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syllphiel wrote:

EH!!!! ummm i'm not a great at any way at all.... i always get my plots all mixed up and the grammar is mostly wrong sometimes and....and.... waah!!! i'm sorry.......


grammar mistake everyone have it
n plot?well we develope when we write more n more hehe
yeah...try to make as many plot technique to make it interesting
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i'll try to do that.... but i'm never a great writer...... sorry for criticizing your work....
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