Thursday, 16 October 2014
the chronicles of Nimmy Ngugi: SILHOUETTES: CHAPTER 1; THE DAWN OF ROBINSON'S LEG...
the chronicles of Nimmy Ngugi: SILHOUETTES: CHAPTER 1; THE DAWN OF ROBINSON'S LEG...: ''If I'm willing to start what's already new- my father's legacy then maybe I need more than a newer beginning," ...
SILHOUETTES: CHAPTER 1; THE DAWN OF ROBINSON'S LEGACY
''If I'm willing to start what's already new-my father's legacy then maybe I need more than a newer beginning," Abigail Robinson muttered these words of misery looking out at the misty eerie-silent, neighborhood of Klugon.
She stood by her water bed.Her conscience had been driving her absolutely nuts for quite sometime now, as she thought of how insolent she had been to her father for the past couple of months before his soul departed.A teardrop ran down her chubby cheeks as she gasped for some air probably wishing that the chilly air would serve as a bitter pill of comfort. But nothing could fill this dark hollow empty hole that Abby had been feeling that day, not even her joyous dog Whisky.Whisky was now dead asleep. His lullaby? The sad atmosphere and the old Wizard of Oz's hypnotizing theme track of "Somewhere over the rainbow" that had been repeatedly playing in the background for an hour now.
The door was expeditiously flung open and the frosty chill hit Abby's doll-face like a thud.She folded her knuckles at an angle ready to give the blurry intruder a blow to back reality.Just then a tall almost yellow skinny man with a Spanish mustachio stepped forward holding a shiny tray with some green tea.It was Charlie,her butler.
"For goodness sake Charlie! I thought I told you my appetite hit the road today!" She yelled ,hitting the tray to the mahogany floor.
Charlie gave her a blank stare and knelt down on one knee to pick up the pieces.He looked up and spoke back saying,"Well, seems your manners took a trip down the road too,young lady."
"I...I..I'm really sorry Charlie.I'm just so cranky today,"she said looking surprised and apologetic for what she had done.
"Yeah!And violent too!Sometimes I think you're not who I think you are.Am I even safe here?"Charlie asked sarcastically.
True to Charlie's word,Abby always wore a red fiery face when she was angry that looked too indifferent on her.Her rage, was of the odds.
"Of course you are you old hag,I promise i'll behave,she answered.
"Okay!Okay!Now quit idling up there like a pastrolist and help me clean up this mess.For all i know, that bloody dog thinks I'm proposing to you,he said pointing at Whisky who was now wide awake and wagging his tail.God knows he's had too many surprises this past month. Firstly, the one who funds his dog food died and secondly his daughter is getting 'proposed' to by the man with the beard who never feeds him.
"Right, remind me why my father hired you again?" she inquired her pearl-eyes wide open.
"He ran out of options!It was either me or this this black man from Ivory Coast with a wanting English accent and we both know "slave trade" was cliche back then little Abby," he answered with a sheepish smile.
"Great,now the real story," she insisted.
"Okay..okay..I'm the only one who didn't steal dog biscuits among all the butlers," he answered, his sheepish smile now bearing a flock.
She laughed sarcastically, "Remind me why I keep you alive?..the other real story S.M.A.R.T.Y P.A.N.T.S"
"Well, firstly, if you must know,I have a resume S.H.O.R.T.Y P.A.N.T.S. Secondly,I'm the only the only person who's sarcastic enough to take care of you and most importantly, my rapport with your father suggests that he trusts me a lot.I would say more than you, but I guess that would cost us another kettle of green tea down the drain and another awkward "proposal scene".
He didn't have to say more, Abigail had already registered this noble man as the most ideal butler for her.He had that "oomph" that her and her father treasured.They were more than two peas in a pot. . Charlie peeped out the window and trot towards the door mumbling quickly,"Hurry up madam!The hearse is ready to set off."
She grabbed her coal-black purse and lowered her black feathery veil also heading out.This was going to be one hell of a day for a bereaved fifteen year old, but being the strong little girl she was,she had in mind that getting through this grieving would be what she termed as earlier as "More than a newer beginning".Her own legacy.
Author: Peris Ngugi
|CHEEKY*DIARIES|
She stood by her water bed.Her conscience had been driving her absolutely nuts for quite sometime now, as she thought of how insolent she had been to her father for the past couple of months before his soul departed.A teardrop ran down her chubby cheeks as she gasped for some air probably wishing that the chilly air would serve as a bitter pill of comfort. But nothing could fill this dark hollow empty hole that Abby had been feeling that day, not even her joyous dog Whisky.Whisky was now dead asleep. His lullaby? The sad atmosphere and the old Wizard of Oz's hypnotizing theme track of "Somewhere over the rainbow" that had been repeatedly playing in the background for an hour now.
The door was expeditiously flung open and the frosty chill hit Abby's doll-face like a thud.She folded her knuckles at an angle ready to give the blurry intruder a blow to back reality.Just then a tall almost yellow skinny man with a Spanish mustachio stepped forward holding a shiny tray with some green tea.It was Charlie,her butler.
"For goodness sake Charlie! I thought I told you my appetite hit the road today!" She yelled ,hitting the tray to the mahogany floor.
Charlie gave her a blank stare and knelt down on one knee to pick up the pieces.He looked up and spoke back saying,"Well, seems your manners took a trip down the road too,young lady."
"I...I..I'm really sorry Charlie.I'm just so cranky today,"she said looking surprised and apologetic for what she had done.
"Yeah!And violent too!Sometimes I think you're not who I think you are.Am I even safe here?"Charlie asked sarcastically.
True to Charlie's word,Abby always wore a red fiery face when she was angry that looked too indifferent on her.Her rage, was of the odds.
"Of course you are you old hag,I promise i'll behave,she answered.
"Okay!Okay!Now quit idling up there like a pastrolist and help me clean up this mess.For all i know, that bloody dog thinks I'm proposing to you,he said pointing at Whisky who was now wide awake and wagging his tail.God knows he's had too many surprises this past month. Firstly, the one who funds his dog food died and secondly his daughter is getting 'proposed' to by the man with the beard who never feeds him.
"Right, remind me why my father hired you again?" she inquired her pearl-eyes wide open.
"He ran out of options!It was either me or this this black man from Ivory Coast with a wanting English accent and we both know "slave trade" was cliche back then little Abby," he answered with a sheepish smile.
"Great,now the real story," she insisted.
"Okay..okay..I'm the only one who didn't steal dog biscuits among all the butlers," he answered, his sheepish smile now bearing a flock.
She laughed sarcastically, "Remind me why I keep you alive?..the other real story S.M.A.R.T.Y P.A.N.T.S"
"Well, firstly, if you must know,I have a resume S.H.O.R.T.Y P.A.N.T.S. Secondly,I'm the only the only person who's sarcastic enough to take care of you and most importantly, my rapport with your father suggests that he trusts me a lot.I would say more than you, but I guess that would cost us another kettle of green tea down the drain and another awkward "proposal scene".
He didn't have to say more, Abigail had already registered this noble man as the most ideal butler for her.He had that "oomph" that her and her father treasured.They were more than two peas in a pot. . Charlie peeped out the window and trot towards the door mumbling quickly,"Hurry up madam!The hearse is ready to set off."
She grabbed her coal-black purse and lowered her black feathery veil also heading out.This was going to be one hell of a day for a bereaved fifteen year old, but being the strong little girl she was,she had in mind that getting through this grieving would be what she termed as earlier as "More than a newer beginning".Her own legacy.
Author: Peris Ngugi
|CHEEKY*DIARIES|
Tuesday, 10 December 2013
SILHOUETTES
CHARACTERS
FAMILY LINE UP
THE DICES
FAMILY LINE UP
THE DICES
- RONALD DICE; owner of Zealzy [family business],scott's father.
- CHARITY DICE; Ronald's wife,Scott's mother
- SCOTT DAIMLER; heir to Zealzy,Ronald and Charity's son.
THE ROBINSONS
- CRAIG ROBINSON;partner to Ronald in Zealzy,Abigail's father
- ABIGAIL ROBINSON;heir to Craig as partner in Zealzy,Craig's daughter
- CHARLIE;The Robinson family buttler
THE BLAKES
- CAROLINE BLAKE;treasurer to Zealzy
- RICHARD BLAKE;Caroline's husband
- TYLER BLAKE;heir to Caroline's post in Zealzy,Caroline and Richard's son
Sunday, 8 December 2013
SILHOUETTES LAUNCH
We hereby inform our subscribers that the first chapter of our new novel the silhouettes will be launched or rather posted {hahaha..we already feel famous} at 7a.m on Tuesday....stay tuned for a new chapter update every Tuesday....our prologue will be out tomorrow...just to give you highlights on what the book is about...Until then keep it real here on the chronicles...hope you have a well-fated week...hope you don't get hit by a lego or anything....Don't forget to kindly inform the world about us....we going global and only you can make that happen fellaz!!...stay tuned...we will blow your minds....think fondly of us..
Duces...
♥♥nim and nel
Duces...
♥♥nim and nel
Monday, 25 November 2013
the chronicles of Nim and Nel: THE 7 DAYS OF BEING A PORTRAIT
the chronicles of Nim and Nel: THE 7 DAYS OF BEING A PORTRAIT: PROLOGUE The 7 days of being a portrait is a journal story which has a motive of illustrating the gradual stages of acceptance.God makes ...
Sunday, 24 November 2013
THE 7 DAYS OF BEING A PORTRAIT
PROLOGUE
The 7 days of being a portrait is a journal story which has a motive of illustrating the gradual stages of acceptance.God makes us perfect and those who fail to discover themselves are enslaved with other people's judgement.They are misled by the attention they get and they strive to change for the sake of others.Light is a healing aspect in their lives.It therefore strives to bring revelation and bind them together with their sole inventor and makes them surface their true side.Their inventor;(the one who has authority to judge but doesn't)....and this rekindles the glory of the person(portrait)
However you may chose to perceive this story i hope it inspires you
DAY 1
I was hung on the shell-pink wall to shine in marvelling glory by the master of my art.This was my channel of acceptance to the world which i was about to join.The welcoming spirit given to me by my keen observers was like a gift to my portrait soul.I smiled at all who cared to make me as bold and as happy as a ho shih(warrior).My innocence was all i could account for and deep down,i had grace for my inventor.
DAY 2
I saw more people.Exhibitors from the north and the archive dwellers from the great Pacific came to seek my exsistence.I had made friends with people from all corners representing the world mostly nobles.Another happy day had gone by and the universe had been informed of my beauty.
DAY 3
My master stared at me probably thinking of how great I was and how great he would become if he held on still to me forever.The glimmer in his eye was like a ray of hope to me and soon we travelled to one of the most artistic cities in the world..Rome and the likes
DAY 4
I was in a new home with a new blend of emotions.The expertise of my art appeared to be less sophisticated. The people here judged me.They weren't as friendly as my previous observers in my original home.A strange feeling about their presence made me quiver like a nestling.Their darting eyes gazed at me queerly and made me hope for change...for the first time in my life,my perfection was doubted.I was no longer the best for the world to view.
DAY 5
I lacked attention and the thirst of affection was getting to me.I was a lonely fraying portrait.No one would look at me and if they did they would mutter a few words to my master.I was not blind.It seemed all like business to me.Though my master treasured every inch of me,he opted for the cardinal of greed;to bank in dollars and let me go.
DAY 6
It was one of those days,I had other visitors.They stared at me and tried to comprehend what i was.My master had painted me to be a Chinese warrior.A happy one for that matter,a ho shih..but what made them stare?Could it be,they doubted my earnest bravery and happiness.Their expeditious glances were devastating.Their eyes lacked satisfaction and i felt hopeless for who I had become.I opted to change who i was,but what in the heavens could i do?I was a mere portrait in a lost world of despise.
DAY 7
I was taken to a room where everyone seemed to be despised portraits were hung on a dusty rusty wall.I looked across the room and saw other portraits.The feeling of compassion weakens my nerves.They all looked better be to me.No one was there to sense my presence I even resolved to urging the presence of those who seemed to think that i was unsatisfied with me.I raised the white flag and disowned the sword of Escalaber for the feeling of bravery had departed my heart.
NOW;
I am in a box.Its dark in here and I long for even the portraits that were much better than me to see me.I am mad at my master for consoling to the altar call of greed and for giving me an identity that I should have never owned for it never lasted.All I long for now is for the lifeless grave where no one will judge or undermine me.
...but then,someone just opened the box to peep at me.Above me is a ray of light.Indeed light is good and it was then that i realised the person who's about to discover had noticed my inner value had good in it...the healing ray of light was GOD.
author;nimo ngugie
DAY 4
I was in a new home with a new blend of emotions.The expertise of my art appeared to be less sophisticated. The people here judged me.They weren't as friendly as my previous observers in my original home.A strange feeling about their presence made me quiver like a nestling.Their darting eyes gazed at me queerly and made me hope for change...for the first time in my life,my perfection was doubted.I was no longer the best for the world to view.
DAY 5
I lacked attention and the thirst of affection was getting to me.I was a lonely fraying portrait.No one would look at me and if they did they would mutter a few words to my master.I was not blind.It seemed all like business to me.Though my master treasured every inch of me,he opted for the cardinal of greed;to bank in dollars and let me go.
DAY 6
It was one of those days,I had other visitors.They stared at me and tried to comprehend what i was.My master had painted me to be a Chinese warrior.A happy one for that matter,a ho shih..but what made them stare?Could it be,they doubted my earnest bravery and happiness.Their expeditious glances were devastating.Their eyes lacked satisfaction and i felt hopeless for who I had become.I opted to change who i was,but what in the heavens could i do?I was a mere portrait in a lost world of despise.
DAY 7
I was taken to a room where everyone seemed to be despised portraits were hung on a dusty rusty wall.I looked across the room and saw other portraits.The feeling of compassion weakens my nerves.They all looked better be to me.No one was there to sense my presence I even resolved to urging the presence of those who seemed to think that i was unsatisfied with me.I raised the white flag and disowned the sword of Escalaber for the feeling of bravery had departed my heart.
NOW;
I am in a box.Its dark in here and I long for even the portraits that were much better than me to see me.I am mad at my master for consoling to the altar call of greed and for giving me an identity that I should have never owned for it never lasted.All I long for now is for the lifeless grave where no one will judge or undermine me.
...but then,someone just opened the box to peep at me.Above me is a ray of light.Indeed light is good and it was then that i realised the person who's about to discover had noticed my inner value had good in it...the healing ray of light was GOD.
author;nimo ngugie
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