- By Vincent Van Gogh

- By Vincent Van Gogh

1. The Starry Night

2. Cafe Terrace at Night

3. Wheatfield With Crows

Late Night Chat

Late night. The roads were deserted. Isaac could feel the gentle breeze over his face. The sound of the little waves on the sea was also satisfying. For a moment, Isaac thought, “the world is very peaceful.” In the next moment a different thought hit him. "No! The world is peaceful without any people on it.”

Isaac stood by the bridge over the sea momentarily. Then he stood up above the railing. He had thought about it over a thousand times. He would do this at last. No more second thoughts.

Suddenly Isaac heard footsteps. He froze. “Can anyone be here in this time of night?” he thought. The possibility seemed very negligible. But the footsteps drew closer. Isaac started to stress. Had they seen Isaac standing on the railing? More importantly, had they guessed his intention?

Someone spoke from behind, “the wind is so pleasant here, isn’t it?” The voice sounded like a little girl. Isaac climbed down and looked back.

There stood a girl in a blue hoodie. She was wearing round spectacles. Dark brown hair reached upto her shoulder. Isaac thought that she might be about twelve years old.

“Yes.” Isaac shivered a little as he said so. The girl came closer and Isaac could see her face more clearly in the street light. She looked calm. Her face looked more mature than a twelve years old. “Not a little girl, after all.” Isaac thought.

“Is that your car?” the girl pointed at a range rover parked nearby. “Yes.” replied Isaac shortly.

“Do you live nearby?”

“Not really. I’m from the city.”

“Which is very unlikely in this time of night.” the girl said with a dreamy expression.

“Do you come here often?” Isaac asked to change the topic.

“Mostly at night.” the girl replied with a smile. Isaac thought that he had come here many a night but never had seen a single person except for the buses and cars passing by the street occasionally.

The girl seemed to read his mind, “I saw you the other day.” By ‘the other day’, what she had meant, Isaac didn’t know.

He turned away from the girl and started walking towards his car. Maybe the girl hadn’t guessed his intention of coming here so often.

The girl shouted from behind, “You didn’t tell me your name yet.”

Isaac turned, considered for a second and said, “Isaac, it is.”

“Nice to meet you, Isaac.” the girl said widening her smile. She looked very pretty when she smiled or at least that’s what Isaac thought.

“My name’s Alicia. Call me Rabbit.” the girl said, still smiling. Isaac asked, “why Rabbit?” He never heard anyone called Rabbit before.

“My friends call me that. They say, it’s my spirit animal, that I’m always on the move. Besides, I like to hop.” She hopped towards Isaac twice and Isaac began to laugh. Her smile too reached her sparkling eyes.

“Alright, Rabbit.” said Isaac after he was finished with laughing. “How old are you?” asked Isaac thinking if she really was a twelve years old kid.

Rabbit raised her eyebrows but said coolly, “seventeen, and you?” Isaac replied, “I’m eighteen.”

Rabbit said with a surprising tone, “God! You look like fifteen.”

“Is that because of my height?”

“Not only that, but your face and doings.”

Isaac’s eyes widened, “what does she mean by ‘doings’?” he thought.

“I should be going home now.” Isaac said as he hurried towards the car again.

“No, wait!” Rabbit ran towards Isaac. Isaac stopped and turned to face her.

A moment of silence passed between them. A car passed by speedily, breaking the silence.

“Did you ever go down to stand by the sea?” Rabbit tried to raise her voice in vain. She cleared her throat and said, “I mean, it would be very nice to have a company.”

Isaac heard himself saying, “I always wanted to. But couldn’t.”

“I’ll take you then.” Rabbit smiled beautifully again and Isaac couldn’t resist.

They walked down through a slope by the end of the bridge and stood by the sea.

Isaac asked, “How many friends do you have?”

“Three, including my mom.”

“What about your father? Isn’t he counted as a friend?”

“Not really.” Rabbit looked at Isaac; who was still staring at the sea and began “What about...”

Isaac cut her through and said, “I don’t have friends, unless you count yourself.”

“Okay. Congratulation on making your first ever friend.” Saying so, Rabbit shook his hand. And then, the two new friends started making conversation.

Isaac found his spirit raising more and more as he talked with her through the night. There was something very exciting about her. No wonder why she was called Rabbit.

“Do you go to college?” at one point, Rabbit asked, wondering why he didn’t have any friend.

Isaac only smiled. He can’t help thinking about college. His days in college were so hard that he decided to stop going. But his parents always kept on pushing about this subject which hurt him an awful lot. Isaac’s smile faded thinking about it all over again.

Rabbit seemed to be understanding everything. She simply nodded and said, “I don’t go either.”

Isaac was a bit surprised at the reply, “Why?” he asked, “Only if you want to share.”

“It’s okay.” said Rabbit, “Actually my family can’t really afford it. I have to work so that my little sister can go to school at least.”

“But your parents...” began Isaac.

“My father’s an alcoholic. He doesn’t live with us.”

Isaac couldn’t think of any suitable reply. He nodded to avoide saying anything stupid in this delicate subject.

“Mom’s too sick to work.” said Rabbit, “so, now I’m the only one to take care of my little family.” Rabbit smiled at Isaac once again.

Isaac couldn’t process it. He couldn’t imagine how this pretty smile was formed.

“How can you?” Isaac asked finally.

Rabbit looked a bit confused, “What do you mean?”

“How can you look so happy when you’re going through all these?”

“Because” Rabbit said, “I AM happy.” She said it in a way as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

Isaac looked away. “She is pretending. Just like I always do.” thought Isaac.

“My life doesn’t suck as much as it should have. Do you know why?” asked Rabbit in a calm way. Isaac didn’t answer.

Finally Rabbit said, “Because at good times, I live it to the fullest.”

A moment of silence. Then a question raised in Isaac. He turned to her and asked, “What about the bad times?”

“That’s simple, I remember the good ones.” Rabbit said with a smile. Then she added, “I should be going home. See you some other time, I guess?”

Saying this Rabbit started walking towards her home while Isaac stood motionless.

The dawn was breaking. Isaac stood up on the railing of the bridge again. But this time he closed his eyes. A very happy moment of his life peeped inside his mind. That one lead to another happy memory; which lead to another. Thus, Isaac kept on thinking, his eyes closed, hands spreading on both sides and his lips curving at the sides to form a smile.

Aww, my cute little Balf.

Hello! I want you to ship me with a riot club member. I'm 1.6m, I always have short black hair upto my shoulder, my eyes are brown in color and I'm a bit brown too. I wear round spectacles. I love books and movies. I'm a bit shy with strangers but once u get to know me, I'm wild.

I know Leighton is your favourite, but I feel like you and George would be the OJ power couple!

You and George would meet at a bookshop; You were looking through the bookshelves as a bumbling boy came through the doors with his tie askew and his book bag hanging off his shoulder. He caught your eye as you giggled behind a book, watching him trip up over his own feet at the entrance of the shop. He saw you from the corner of his eye, saw your smile that gave him butterflies in his stomach – He had seen you around town and seemed to remember you at the odd university party. George being George fumbled his way around talking to you, walking up to the bookshelves you were standing in front of and tried to spark up a conversation about the book you were holding. Somehow his bad flirting had worked and he was able to score a date with you, so a week later you were meeting up with him outside a coffee shop next to the bookshop that he saw you in. The coffee date went as well as you could have imagined, with George buying you a drink with a slice of cake; You guys talked nonstop, constantly finding new hobbies and interests that you both shared. By the end of the date, you were able to bag a second date with George offering to show him some of your favourite movies round your place.

The dates never seemed to end between the two of you, whether they were simple coffee dates, book dates or cinema dates; however it got to the point where it felt like George was never going to make a move on you. You had been seeing each other for what felt like an eternity, yet he hadn’t told you how he felt or if the thing between the two of you was going anywhere. You were growing impatient, not knowing if this thing was ever going to have a label. If only you saw into Georges mind however, you would realise that he was ready to call you his girlfriend, but whenever he had the opportunity to ask he always chickened out and turned the conversation on its head. He was so ready to call you his, but his nervous stopped him from doing so. He had asked Leighton extensively what he could do to make you his, asking his friend for advice on how to ask you to be his girlfriend. Leighton being Leighton was able to list all the ways George could ask you to be his girlfriend, telling him to just do it before anyone else did.

George had planned it all out, he was going to pull out all the stops and invite you round to his and he was going to have a candle lit dinner laid out that Leighton helped to cook. He had it all ready, but the moment Leighton left it all went tits up. He had given George strict instructions to take the food out of the oven when the timer went off; the timer that George didn’t hear. Just as you knocked on the door George heard the the fire alarm go off in the kitchen. He rushed to let you into his place, before running to the kitchen to get the food out of the oven. You saw the charcoal that had come out of the oven and before thinking George had just come out with it.

‘Oh for gods sake.’ He exclaimed.

‘George its fine, we can just order in pizza or something.’ You tried to reason with him.

‘No its not, I had this whole evening planned out and I’ve screwed it up - The tables all set and Leighton helped me cook everything and I was going to ask you to be my girlfriend half way through and now the whole things gone tits up.’ He finished, looking round to you after realising what he had said.

‘You were going to ask me to be your girlfriend?’ You repeated, looking to him for an answer.

‘Yes?’ He said with uncertainty.

‘Well why don’t you ask me now then?’ You tell him.

‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ George asks you, looking up to you nervously awaiting your answer.

‘Yeah.’ You whisper to him, causing him to break out into a grin.

The rest of the night was spent watching films whilst indulging yourselves in pizza that you order not too long after George had asked you to be his girlfriend. The next day when Leighton checked in on George to ask how it all went, all he could do was smile like an idiot whilst explaining everything that happened. All Leighton could do was laugh at the story, happy that his friend had finally done what he had been meaning to do for ages.

When it came to you meeting his friends, you were nervous. You had heard all the stories from George on what the club got up to, knowing how wild they got. Granted you got just as wild as them on a girls night out (minus the nearly killing someone), but these were near enough strangers. Both you and George had agreed that you would go with him to the pub the next time he went with the club and upon entering the pub your nervous started to wash away. George got both of you a drink before heading over to the clubs table and taking a seat next to Hugo.

By the end of the night you had already organised a shopping trip with Hugo, a day out shooting with Harry, Alister and George and a night out on the town with the whole club. You may be nervous with strangers, but the minute you started to get comfortable with them all, your confidence came out and you started having a ball. That day at the bookshop not only gave you a boyfriend, but also gave you a group of friends that would stick with you through life.

Some of my favourites <3

The Words (2012)

I am not sure that I can put the perfect words together to express how much I am touched by this movie. But I want to write. I have to express something about what I think about it.

Basically, it’s a movie about a writer reading his book about a writer who’ve stole a story of another writer. Sounds crazy, right? The movie itself is insanely great.

It’s definitely a 5/5. This movie is everything I search for in a movie. It has a great storyline, the drama is intense and heartbreaking, but most importantly, it has got a feeling of it’s own. The mixture of two stories in two different era created an art.

The cast is amazing. I can’t imagine someone else playing the younger version of Jeremy Irons other than Ben Barnes. There is something very similar between them. Bradley Cooper and Zoe Saldana were the perfect choice as a couple.

I will never stop recommending this movie. It is very underrated.

For the people who haven’t still watched it: Do yourself a favour, take a break and watch the damn movie.

List of Fandoms

I love to write. Feel free to ask me anything: imagines, one shots, shipping, fan fiction etc. The fandoms I write about are:

Harry Potter

Marvel

DC

The Maze Runner

The Riot Club

Stephen King’s IT

Riverdale

I’ll add more to my list later, maybe.