Wednesday, 17 October 2012

First Novel Ever! The Liar Game! (Actually, it's my second, the first one is in the trash can right now)



 The Liar Game


Day... Month... Year...

Have you seen this guy anywhere at 8 o’clock in the evening?
No. Not me. I didn’t see any one.
Do you know this guy’s face?
No. I don’t. I’ve never seen him before. I don’t remember seeing this face. No recall. No memory.
O, so this guy is...
A stranger to me, as I am to him
Okay, you can go now.
Thank you....

Saying that I have no memory. Saying that I don’t remember his face. Saying that I’ve never seen him before, and concluded at that. I walked out of the room, counting my footsteps. I walked out of the building, counting my footsteps. As if I can find something in these footsteps. As if these footsteps are rescuing me from drowning into all those things I had said in that room.

A stranger to me, as I am to him

I was counting my footsteps, looking at my shoes. I thought finally I did see something. But what was that something again? I didn’t know. I didn’t remember. The shoes are dirty. I used them to walk through all the dirty roads, all the dirty scenes, and then, I was using them again, to help me walk through this crowded place. No looking back. No turning back. Even a simple, tiny glance was not allowed. I started running. I started gasping. My hands are hidden in my jacket’s pocket. I kept on chanting to myself, Don’t look back, don’t look back ...The crowd was sliding through me. I thought they were falling deep into a large black hole behind me. I didn’t know, because I didn’t look back.

They were disappearing in the corner of my eyes, one by one. I wanted to scream, but I didn’t. I wanted to shout, but I didn’t. It’s my thoughts that keeping me alive. It’s my gasps that keeping me running. I jumped into a taxi, whispering my home address. The street lamps looked like it was turning black on me. The taxi seemed like it was heading to some impasse that I never know. I escaped from one room, to return to another room. Which one did I escape from? Which one was I returning to? I had no answer, and the taxi just kept moving on.

I lied. I lied. I lied. I did know him. I did remember his face. I did see him at 8 o’clock in the evening. He said to me, O God, you just don’t know what I have done! I think I hit someone, and he’s bleeding terribly. What should I do? And I also remembered seeing his hands, stained by blood. His eyes were terrified. What should I do? - He kept on asking me - I’ve killed him ... I did know everything. I knew why and when and how the story had happened, and yet...

I lied. I lied. I lied. The last thing I saw when that door was closing behind me was his eyes, looking straight at me. It was his eyes. His eyes were there. His pupils didn’t move an inch. They tried defining where I was, and caught my footsteps. They met my pupils in the middle of nowhere, and just then, his lips curved into a smile. No. Don’t smile at me. Don’t say you know me. Not now. Not this time.

I lied. I lied. I lied. This lie led to another lie. Lies kept on telling lies. I can’t stop them from flowing out of my mouth. I shut myself in my room. This is the place I was trying so hard to return to. I sat there in the dark. The crowd disappeared completely. Yeah, am I safe? I looked up at the picture hanging on the wall. It was him. It was that smile. And his pupils, they didn’t move an inch. I screamed. I shout. I cried. I tore the picture off, No more smiles! Don’t stay here. You don’t deserve it! I wasn’t wrong. I don’t know you! I DON’T KNOW YOU!

I lied. I lied. I lied. Lies kept on telling lie...
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I've just started writing a novel (and this is the first chapter, I guess so) :))) Tell me what you think, and I would very appreciate your comments <3<3<3 
*For my dearest friends, if they ever decide to come here and read it 'till the end: If you want, I will translate THE WHOLE THING to Vietnamese =)))) just remember to pay me the translation fees *te he* just kidding, feel free to throw in my face anything you want, but please read it! Read it, or I will really kill ya, ya hear me BAK the Barbarian and Tammy the Raper? =))))) 
*For anyone who is reading it, thank you all for paying so much patient and read till the end. I love you, be my friends *moah* <3<3<3
Have a nice day, and enjoy!