ACADEMIC HISTORY

Unique Kiss

I cannot catch you,

I am running as if I am being chased by wolves.

Hungry animals.

Blood, sweat and tears…

My body feels weak, I am shivering.

Stop running.

I need to talk to you!

I am trying to understand the truth.

Why is she running away from me?

She knew.

She saw.

She heard.

I had to kiss her.

I was dying.

I had a few days left to live.

We kissed in the rain before

We parted ways,

Forever.

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The Everlasting

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I’m running through a dungeon 
Eyes pierced wide upon beneath my feet.
Ignite my spirit behind the weary eyes 
I need some light, I want to be burned.

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My Dracula friend, how did I approach you?
I paint a Hollywood sign blazed with shine.
Sparkles of fairytales lead me to run away.
My horse will come to save me from this hell.

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I am drenched by the pain,
And glistening with excitement.
I can run and touch the grass,
Look up into the sky and believe.

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The Scottish Empire are still looking for me.
I find a shallow tree and wait for my hero.
Cavalry searching for answers, I know now.

The truth is in my blood, I am a prince.

I reunite with my princess, heroine 
My beauty. Our horse Brian is here.
We runaway from the dungeon and garden
To a place we may never make it, will we?

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Promiscuous Souls

My bed is a kingdom.

The duvet is soft and delicate.

The footsteps creep

The wind is gushing

I feel the curtains dangling,

The moonlight shines

Angels are calling

The night remains silent.

I see her in my eyes.

The magnificent angelic spirit

Leaps into my bed.

We are unwanted creatures.

I pour a glass of champagne,

Unzip her expensive red dress,

And we kiss. 

The harp is played gracefully

The night is still young.

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The Emergency Call

I woke up to the sound of horror.

The dramatic noise traumatized me.

I grab my jacket and car keys.

I followed the ambulance van.

The siren noise echoes against my ears.

The painful sound 

Enforces me to drive faster,

I am driving recklessly 

As if my life depended on it.

I am hyperventilating,

Nauseous, petrified.

I knew this was all real.

There was a car accident.

My friends,

Their lives were in danger.

My mind was rushing,

Looking back at the memories,

Things we did and could have done.

The regrets, good times,

I arrived at the hospital.

Tears flowing down my face

As I rush to the emergency room.

Relieved to see their faces,

Still conscious yet in pain.

I praise the lord for protecting them.

It could have ended worst.

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Time After Time

Spread your wings

Run down the path

Scream, laugh, smile

It is a beautiful world.

The profound excitement of freedom

Your work here is done.

The sun is proud of you

The clouds soar in admiration.

Scrapped papers are chucked away

Creased clothes are thrown in the

Dirty laundry basket.

Rusty book piles are crammed

The room looks like a tornado destroyed

Everything.

I am floating in the air,

I have a dead weight lifted off my chest.

I can move on; I am a champion.

We finished writing the book.

I finished it.

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Birthday Blues

I try to drown myself in sorrow.

I am sitting by the ocean.

A San Miguel bottle next to me.

A pair of sunglasses, some flip flops

And of course, myself.

My car is parked behind me.

I have a tarnished mattress inside.

Some bottles, beer cans and a dog.

I found the dog near the beach.

I smoke a cigarette

Before I finish my eleventh bottle.

I am unaware of my motions,

I feel blurred, on the verge of zoning out.

I see the sun rising

It is my birthday.

I look up to the sky 

Pondering my actions, my life.

How did I get here?

I am in a faraway island

With no technology, yet a vehicle.

I have been stranded for 45 days.

I hoped in my 45th birthday 

Only rescuing could make that difference.

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The Late Night

Hi honey,
I will be home by 3AM.
I have some work to do.
I am okay, I promise.
Love you too.

My room is the only one with the lights still switched on.
It is currently 1:09AM and I have a revolver in my pocket.

I need to think.
Stop thinking.
I shot him.
Everything will be okay.

The deal did not go through
It is not your fault.
He did not care about us.
We will get through this.

Stop blaming yourself.
Pull it together now.
You did not mean to kill your boss.

I am home.
Sorry I was late.
I had to take care of some stuff.
I brought you a chocolate bar.
Love you too, good night.

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Missing Identity

Good morning class,
I am Mr Smith.
Today I will be your Philosophy teacher.

Hi there,
I am Jeffery Smith’s wife,
I am sorry but I would like my husband to
Resign.

I understand this is a last minute change
But there seems to be a mistake.
He is not the person who he says he is.

I know this is very complicated but he recently
Got out of prison.
He was arrested for ___ and had failed a ___.

I know, he is supposed to be in rehab
Since this morning and I have no idea how he ended up here at your school.
He lost his previous job and had presented himself
As his brother…
Yes, his real name is Frank.

Please have him sent home by this afternoon.
Thank you, yes will do,
Have a good day to you as well.

Goodbye class and I will see you all tomorrow.

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The Unforgetten (Shorter Version)

There was still sunlight.
I continued to walk.
Minutes later, I sense a man.
He looked old and pale.
The man was sitting on a
Red plastic chair.
He was wearing
A white vest, with
Khaki shorts
And blue flip flops.

From a far distance
I could see him staring at me.
I thought it was normal.
I kept walking towards him.
Ten metres,
He slowly gets up.
Five metres,
He walks towards me.
One metre,
He grips my wrist hard.
I screamed with fear for my life.
I couldn’t let go as he was pulling me
Then he punches me,
I fall to the ground

I woke up feeling horrified.
I realised it was just a dream.

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Campfire Callousness

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It was a Friday night.
My friends and I decided to go camping out in the woods.
We had a warm fire pit and were roasting marshmallows.
I sat next to Ethan.
There were 4 of us.
Me, John, Lucy and Ethan.

Lucy and I were in a relationship and were now just good friends.
John had always been my best friend.
Ethan is just…Ethan.
I looked at the time, and it was 11 o’clock.
I decided to head back to my tent, which was a few 
meters away from the fire pit.
I told the guys I was feeling tired and that I wanted to sleep early.
I texted my parents good night, and I went to sleep.

I woke up the following morning, 
I believe it was around 6 o’clock.
I woke up feeling icky and pale.
I tried to check on Lucy and John, but I could not find them anywhere in their tents.
I found that very odd.

I walked around the forest, calling out their names.
I see a dock and walk towards it.
I discover two brutally burned bodies.
I immediately recognised their clothes next to the bodies.
I was in a state of trauma at that moment.

I ran as fast as I could to my tent and grabbed my cell phone.
I called my parents in fear, and I dialled 911
The next thing I know, I am being interrogated here.

Searching for Ethan Watkins for the murder of Lucy Robinson and John Hatford

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