Once upon a time

"JAMBIYA TAUERET"
    Dagger of Taueret

In the vast lands of Egypt,  a man named Dareh had the knack for finding lost treasure. Not only was he the best but also the greediest. For he adventured not in the name of Egypt but for his own sake. After years and years of treasure hunting, he became the most powerful and most opulent in all of Egypt. But he was still unsatisfied because he has not discovered "The Amulet of Taueret". TAUERET the demon goddess of birth, rebirth and northern sky, was a fierce demonic fighter as a known deity who protects the mother and her child. He spent most of hi life tracing the mortal descendants of the demon goddess. And alas, he has found her; Shyla the last descendant of Taueret. Dareh tried to bribe her with all the gold she could carry. But Shyla resisted, exclaiming that it was the only reminder of who she was and who her ancestors were. Furied by the girl's sentiments, Dareh called his men and took away all that was hers, including the amulet and her life. But as she dies a new life envelops her. It was her oldest ancestor. The demon goddess herself, Tauret, was born again with all the memories of her descendants. Angered with Dareh's greed, she created an entity to avenge her family.

As Dareh celebrated his victory, a gift arrived for him from an unknown source. But still he was over the moon for he has again gained a new treasure. This particular treasure was a golden dagger inside white pellucid gem. He was in such awe that he forgot about the amulet and gave it all his attention. Everyday he visited the gem, showing his appreciation to it. And everyday, he'd notice that something about it changed. And his thoughts were right because a few days later it took shape of a human. More precisely, it took Dareh's form and it was clasping the dagger with its hands. Dareh touched the gem, reassuring himself that what he was seeing was real. Then something magical happened. The gem emitted a blinding light. And from the light came out the gem but not as a gem but as a real person, as another Dareh. He was so flabbergasted by what he was seeing that he didn't even notice that the dagger, that was once inside the gem, was now pierced through his heart. But instead of death, Dareh turned into a white pellucid gem and like his paramount treasure, it too had a dagger inside. And now a new Dareh roams the world. But the new gem was lost and has truly become lost treasure.

Though there i no record of the gem being found, it is believed that the gem would manifest to the likeness of the first person who touches it. And when the dagger is pierced to its victim's heart, he or she will become the gem and the new keeper of the dagger.

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While I am creating an illustration for the nature story, I came up with another story. It's about a something that is beautiful on the outside but ugly and evil on the inside. It's a play on incarnation of a different kind. It's different because the incarnation is forced upon a living being. It's hard to explain but you can expect a certain darkness to it.

Anyway, I've updated the legend of the whirlpool. I added a new beginning and an ending. I think this is more appropriate.

Until then...

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Let's keep our fingers crossed.
For I am hoping to be posting that nature story. I'm dreading to get it done by the end of November.

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Once Upon a Time..

Dammit! I missed Halloween by 3days.


"THE CURSE OF A DEAD MAN"


At the time when Gods and Goddesses rule the world. And nine-headed dragons spread wrath. A young man named Hyakinthos lived an unfortunate life. He was but a lowly peasant whom no one appreciates. He felt that his life was so miserable that on the really bad days he thought of taking his own life. Every day he thought what he must have done to make the Gods anger him so much to make him gain an unfortunate life. And everyday, to his dismay, he could never find the answer.


When he finally got the courage , he prayed and asked the Gods. Appalled by Hyakinthos's  prayer, the Gods sent a curse to Hykinthos that he would receive when he tries to take his own life. Only Morpheus, son of sleep and God of dreams, opposed. So he visited Hyakinthos in his dream to warn him. In the dream, Morpheus disguised as Hyakinthos tries to kill himself. He slashed his wrist, plunged his heart, but he never dies. He tried again and again until he had no more blood to bleed. Hyakinthos woke up in cold sweat. Thinking that it was only a nightmare, he went on with his day.


As was written before, Hyakinthos thought of killing himself on the "badest" of days. And that day happens to be one of them. If not, the worst. It must have because later that day he plunged a dagger to his heart. He bled but never felt weak. As time passed, the pain faded. You'd think he'd died but he was very much alive, He slashed his wrist but he no longer bled. This eventuality must have shocked him for he lost consciousness. And when he awoke, he came to a realization that he just had another nightmare.


As years passed, he saw the people he loved and knew die, one by one. Seeing this, made him realize that he did kill him himself and regrets every minute of it. Being alone made him crazy. He thought that the only way to gain his life back was to gain what he had lost, blood. In his paranoia, he attacked a woman  and drank all of her blood. And when her blood was all gone, she, too, became immortal. Hyakinthos shared his curse, with it was his paranoia. Soon this curse would be named. Soon Hyakinthos's kind would be called "vampires"


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About my recent update, turns out I won't be posting my nature story. The story I've created requires an illustration to gratify the essence of the story. I will get to it out as soon as I can.

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I've got my writing done. I'm gonna be posting that hopefully by tomorrow. Just need to make final "touch-up"s.

Anyway, I have another story concept. It's sort of my own interpretation of a vampire(and no, this is not inspired from twilight, vampire diaries, true blood, or any other shows that may relate to them.)

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I finally have an idea for that nature story I wanted to do. Not a love story (phew!). But the story I came up is kinda bittersweet. I have the concept done. But I'm not sure how it's gonna be written. It's one of those things that I see in motion so I am having a hard time translating it into  more narrative written composition.

I might start writing that next week. Hopefully my mind is made up by then. So until then...

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Once Upon a Time...

This next story is a legend. Probably, no one thought of making this legend because it's kinda weird to tell a children's story at a time of danger. Well, maybe it can be told to a kid when there is no more hope of getting out of a whirlpool. Yup. This is the the made up legend of the whirlpool.

"The (made-up) Legend of the Whirlpool"
Her eyes says it all, you can tell she was scared. Fortunately, her son cannot see this for all this dear boy could see was the calm face of his beautiful and radiant mother. A mother who was trying to tell her son a bedtime story, This story perfectly described thier situation. For this story is about an odd-looking fish. It looked peculiar because its shape was that of a star. This shape suits the fish because he was named Star. Star is a happy-go-lucky type of fish. He is most happy when he looks up at the sky. He is so fascinated with the different shapes the clouds make. First, it's a turtle and then it takes up the shape of a barnacle. The chirps of the birds passing b was music to his ears. It was as if he was watching the orchestra. But when the storm comes star's usual happy disposition fades.
That night, a great storm came and dark clouds covered the sky. Thunder roared as loud as thousands of lions. Lightning stroke its sharpest bolts. Star was so scared that night. Closing his eyes just scared him more. Then he heard the loudest roar of thunder. It was so loud and frightening that the only thing star could do was cry.

In a nearby kingdom, something miraculous happened. The usual annoyed baby whale prince was sound asleep. But the miracle was interrupted easily by the crying that he heard. Because of what happened his father whale king called all the palace guards to find the source of this noise and the way of stopping it. In their search, they found that it was star who was crying. They also found out from star's neighbors that he was afraid of the lightning and thunder. The palace guards thought that the only way to stop star was to distract him. So they circled around him, spun round and round like a giant carriage mobile. They didn't have to wait long for star to stop and fall asleep. So, the palace guards went back to the palace with great news only to be surprised by an even greater news. Because the annoyed baby whale prince is sound asleep, once more.

But this is not the end of our story because we have not uncovered how the whirlpool came to be. You see, when the palace guards were circling Star, they created a tornado n the sea and today we call it a whirlpool. After the mother told her story, she was surprised to hear the boy's query. For he asked, "Mother, will star stop crying soon?"

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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...

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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.

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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!

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Once Upon a Time...

LONELY ME

Rewrite:

On a dusty ground stands a dusty wooden fence.
So dusty, that when wind blows the dust dance.
On the fence many paper was stuck.
Put there by a child who wishes to turn her luck.
Before the paper is fastened,
The child drew lines that squiggled and bend.

Each drawing so different from each other.
It is something no one can decipher.
But once stuck on the fence,
Finally it made sense.
The child drew a figure that seems to be a person.
At last the child has a companion.

For the child lives in a world deteriorating
Where all is broken and no one is living.
And even though a pretend companion is by her side,
The child was still not satisfied.
Because like the world I just described.
She is broken and dying inside.

Original:


On a dusty ground stands a dusty fence; an old wooden dusty fence. On the the dusty fence many sticky paper was stuck. This was the doing of another thing standing on the dusty ground; a dirty (not dusty) child. The little dirty child drew shapes  and lines to each paper; one different from the other. the lines and shapes didn't make sense. It was like a random doodle. But once stuck to the old wooden dusty fence, it was very understandable. the little child drew a stick figured person. At last she has a companion.

You see, the little dirty child lived in a deteriorating world where everything is broken and all living is now dust. And even though she has a companion by her side, she was still not satisfied. Because like the world I just described, she is broken and dusty inside.

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How do I patent or copyright the stories that I'll be posting?
What are the steps to copyrighting?

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I just wanted to say that I have four stories preparing to post in a couple of days. I just want to make sure that I'm making myself clear with the stories. I'm new at creative writing and I just want my stories to be perfect (or at least decent.)

I promise to post immediately after I edit, PROMISE!

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Stories from the Toy Chest

At a point in our lives, we are asked to particular things. I, well, many of us has been to come up of one and only one story for an animation project. Well, I came up with let's say more than one. I thought that my ideas were 'not bad'. So I wrote them all down, not knowing what would I do with them. Discarding them all, except for one of course, seemed so wasteful. Thus, "Stories from the Toy Chest" was created.

Sadly, I cannot promise a when I would be posting new stories because I'm afraid I'd go insane. I can only hope that this blog would serve its purpose of sharing the written word.

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