Keeping you Posted

I've just finished translating my third story. It'll be posted as soon as I remember to post it because I always forget stuff. I'm trying to come up of a new story. I want it to be about nature.Maybe about a nature goddess hidden in our world. Well,I'm still trying to figure it out. Might be a love story, not so sure.

Well, I hope to remember stuff. Until then...

(save the whales)

Once upon a time

I know it's been days since I posted a new story but I just couldn't find the right title for this one. Even the title I'm giving it know is a knock off of another title.

As a warning, I wrote this story with a rhyming scheme. Mainly, because I imagined this story being told by one person only--"the narrator"--and not with each character's point of view.

So I present to you....

"THE BOY WHO YELLED 'I WISH'"


One summery afternoon,
a little boy was in gloom
because he broke his big brother's toy
and he knew that this was not a joy.


At that time,
his brother found a dime.
It was lucky, he bet.
That's because he did not know what happened yet.
He looked for his kid brother
to show his little treasure.
Insted he saw his brother in tears
and knew it was what he feared.
His toy robot was dismantled,
never a again to engage in battle.
The boy forgot about his lucky thing,
and let it slip off from his palm's skin.
The coin landed in a puddle so yucky.
I think now we know that the coin is not so lucky.
Though that may be,
the coin is magical, you see.
If the coin touches water
a wish can be granted one way or another.
And though the coin landed in yucky water,
water, after all, is still water.
Now going back to the story of two brothers,
one was in tears and one was in anger.
The angry one said to the other,
"I wish you never existed! You're the worst brother!"
Now this wish would be granted
even if it was not what he really wanted.

So later that night, while all were a-slumber,
the kid brother woke up to a noise that was not thunder.
He creeped from the bed to the door.
Looked out and found something on the floor.
"It was a coin not thunder,"
he said, " that woke me from my slumber."
The coin just sat there, motionless.
He was assured that it was harmless.
But this coin had the magic
of a boy who wished for something tragic.
And though he never meant it,
he said what he said, no way to erase it.
about this wish the little brother did not know,
so his fondness for the coin grow.
Every second he walked closer.
He taught it will make his piggy bank richer.
To pick it up, he bent over.
But to his surprise, it stood up and rolled over.
With the coin, he was so amazed.
The smile on his face would not fade.
And even though soon he would be erased,
he still followed the coin in craze.
The coin led him to the "loo",
for reasons he did not knew.
It jumped to the toilet with such height.
to the little boy, it must have been a sight.
Even though the coin was acting strange, his fondness did not change.
So when he tried to pick it up,
what happened next
no one guessed,
because the toilet gobbled him up.

The very next day,
all woke up to the sun's ray.
It was as if no one was missing.
No particular little brother existing.

To the people who are reading this,
please don't boo or hiss.
For no morals can be learned from this story,
just semi-morbidity.

(save the whales!)

Keeping you Posted

Life has not been kind. It has kept me busy, so I apologize for not updating the bog

I have two stories I'm rewriting. Well, just one. The other one is ready but I don't know what to call it yet. I have another story idea about nature but I still have to polish that idea because sometimes it doesn't makes sense and other times it seems genius.

So as soon as I've sorted things out, I will post new things!

 (Save the Whales!)