because of some inconsiderate people,
people thought you are crazy...
even if your words are true,
they will just sent you to mental hospital...
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Friday, December 05, 2008
-12:30 PM-
CHAPTER 1 To be continued...
A strong gush of wind blew, causing ripples of waves forming on the water surface. Grey clouds scattered across the sky. Crabs scattered to hide under large rocks and the people hurriedly packing their stuffs stuffs to go home. Tom, however, sat on a huge rock and gazed upon the glommy sea. A storm was approaching.
One second, two seconds had passed, but Tom laid motionless. Finally, thunder roared and lightning flashes, big raindrops pattered softly on the sad. The waves splattered on Tom's cheeks and the tide started to rushed in. Tom suddenly stood up, reluctantly, he dragged his heavy feel accross the white sand and strolled back to his warm and cozy home.
You may think that this is a love story, or a tale about mainly Tom, but it isn't. Do not close the blog yet, read on.
Tom, or known as Tom Kraddle Frenchin, was well-known as "the loner by the sea". The locals who lived by the seaside would see him every day, sitting on the same piece of rock, whether rain or shine. Faithfully, he would sit there, often sighing, as though he was waiting for someone, or he was waiting for something to happen.
This is NOT A STORY ABOUT TOM. This Tom, after the heavy storm, which the locals had said to last saw him, was found dead on 04 December 1982, a twelve year old boy found him with a swiss army knife sticking out of him at the point of his heart. He laid motionlessly beside the big rock he used to sit. His eyes were opened and he looked panic strickened. Though the locals felt that he was being murdered, but the police said otherwise.
The storm and the waves had erased every possible evidence that Tom could have been murdered. The blood was gone and there was no trace of footprints left in the sand, also the fingerprints on the knife had been washed away. Thus it left the conclusion that Tom had suicide. A very sad news indeed.
Do not close the blog yet. The story is not over yet. This was seriously a murder, and the murderer was not found yet. This is where I came in, I as a young boy, the one who found Tom DEAD.
CHAPTER 2
My name is Drani De' Brone Crade. I lived by the seaside. I knew everyone who lived there and can tell the different weathers by looking at the sky.
I loved my mama. My mama brought me up alone, tending a small convinient shop by the seaside.My papa, which my mother told me, was lost while out fishing by the sea. Though everyone said that he was dead, but my mum strongly believed he was alived, thus since then we never moved house once, just in case he came back.
Seven years ago, when I first met Tom by the sea, he invited me to sit with him and he said, " The sea is beautiful, isn't it? "
I nod my head and he told me an enchanted tale about the sea, and he stood up, and drew this picture:
but I could not say what it means, but he told me I would understand it all one day, thus I never asked again.