
Showing posts with label Short stories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Short stories. Show all posts
Wednesday, 22 January 2014
A Sweet Story

Monday, 9 December 2013
Beware the Little Old Lady
A little old lady tripped in a public shower because of her own clumsiness. Being very poor she decided to feign intense pain by deliberately falling over in a public space. Owing to the cultural obligation of looking after the elderly, a teacher who pitied the old lady asked 3 young school kids to help her. Two of them grabbed her hand, while the other gave instructions about how to help someone up.
The old lady noted which school the kids came from. She alleged to the principal that the kids who helped her deliberately pushed her over. The principal, shocked, immediately gave her the addresses of the kids. Being a shrewd cunning old lady, she sued the kids' parents for "pushing" her over. Two of the kids parents gave her some money to pay for medical fees. One of the kids, however, fiercely rejected the claim that he pushed her over when interrogated by his parents.
"My whole family will die if you do not pay," the old lady threatened the parents who the kid who denied pushing her over. "You obviously do not teach your kids properly. He pushed me over. Your kids will be cursed one day- because of you," she continued to taunt. The daughter-in-law of the old lady, who knew the truth about the incident exclaimed in shock, "You fell over out of you own clumsiness! How dare you tell such a lie!"
The lies of the old lady died. So the parents of the kid took the story to the media. 'Beware of the little old lady', the media preaches.
Based on a true story in China.
Labels:
Asia,
China,
Culture,
Ethics,
Media,
Morality,
Obligation,
Short stories
Saturday, 5 October 2013
Running Away (2)
She was sent to a detention centre by authorities. She was a woman who only knew who to care for her own cosmetics, and even did not mind starving to death. She was pregnant and bawled at the other women whenever they did not ask her if she was fine. As if she did it herself.
After 2 weeks in the detention centre, the authorities notified her that they did not approve her application. She had thrown her documents of the boat when coming to the land of milk and honey. The authorities had contacted with authorities of her home country. They had informed them that these group of boat people were mostly former prisoners of felony.
They had come to the new land to defy the law. They were a lawless bunch of self-entitled prisoners who were experts at playing victim. It was found that they salvaged their own boat on purpose on the way to the new land, leaving 187 people dead. Yet, the authorities made it their responsibility to check for missing bodies, as though it was their problem, their fault. If only they were not so naive.
Note: This is a fictional story. The characters are not based on real people.
After 2 weeks in the detention centre, the authorities notified her that they did not approve her application. She had thrown her documents of the boat when coming to the land of milk and honey. The authorities had contacted with authorities of her home country. They had informed them that these group of boat people were mostly former prisoners of felony.
They had come to the new land to defy the law. They were a lawless bunch of self-entitled prisoners who were experts at playing victim. It was found that they salvaged their own boat on purpose on the way to the new land, leaving 187 people dead. Yet, the authorities made it their responsibility to check for missing bodies, as though it was their problem, their fault. If only they were not so naive.
Note: This is a fictional story. The characters are not based on real people.
Friday, 4 October 2013
Running Away
She fled from her home to come to a land of milk and honey by boat. For 40 days and 40 nights, she starved and starved. She always said to herself "why can't I have want others have?" She craved for more. She fought for more "freedom" and yet feared the government who wanted to crack down on troublemakers like her.
She finally arrived on the shores of the land of milk and honey. Only to ask for botox and, of all things, breast enlargements. The next thing she will ask for is fake breasts. Just to look pretty. Anyone who criticises her is deemed a racist because she is an asylum seeker depite her sense of self-entitlement.
Note: This is not written as a true story. The character is fictional although it is based on a true story.
She finally arrived on the shores of the land of milk and honey. Only to ask for botox and, of all things, breast enlargements. The next thing she will ask for is fake breasts. Just to look pretty. Anyone who criticises her is deemed a racist because she is an asylum seeker depite her sense of self-entitlement.
Note: This is not written as a true story. The character is fictional although it is based on a true story.
Friday, 12 July 2013
The Stalker (2)
The campus spy uploaded the video on Facebook. It received thousands of likes. Many people mocked them calling them the 'ugly pair' who deserved to be humiliated. It was only six months later that the pair found out. The girl found out about the video before her boyfriend.
"Someone put a video of us on Facebook," she told him.
He was shocked. "What? How could they?" he asked.
"You don't believe me?" She retorted aggressively. "What don't you check it out? She blamed him for not finding out earlier and being able to make the complaint to Facebook.
They broke up shortly after. She could not forgive him for not doing anything about it beforehand and killed him. He had died in shame at her lies. She became infamous, not only in the uni, but within Australia. She became known as the "woman who killed her boyfriend" because of an embarrassing video of them uploaded on Facebook by someone else.
Before she went to trial, she killed herself as she could not take the pressure. She too had died in shame. Hundreds of students from her uni celebrated their deaths. It was too bad.
"Someone put a video of us on Facebook," she told him.
He was shocked. "What? How could they?" he asked.
"You don't believe me?" She retorted aggressively. "What don't you check it out? She blamed him for not finding out earlier and being able to make the complaint to Facebook.
They broke up shortly after. She could not forgive him for not doing anything about it beforehand and killed him. He had died in shame at her lies. She became infamous, not only in the uni, but within Australia. She became known as the "woman who killed her boyfriend" because of an embarrassing video of them uploaded on Facebook by someone else.
Before she went to trial, she killed herself as she could not take the pressure. She too had died in shame. Hundreds of students from her uni celebrated their deaths. It was too bad.
Labels:
Ethics,
Facebook,
Morality,
Privacy,
Short stories,
Suicide,
University,
Values
Thursday, 11 July 2013
The Stalker (1)
There was once a shy girl, who everyone at uni rejected. She was a very quiet academic girl who has no friends. She spent most of her time, not in the library working hard, but in the places of debauchery and decadence. Her hair looked like a beehive without bees as it smelt of rot. Not feeling secure about herself, she would always rub on bright red lipstick which made her look like she had double lips. She wore the shortest skirt in the whole uni. She thought it would make her look good, but it made her legs look most unsightly. She was out to a boy, but no one wanted her as she was an arrogant, domineering person. Her appearance reflected her character.
It was rumoured that she was a 'slut'. Many people were only too willing to believe this. It was not that they were any better though, they just didn't like her. The uni had a campus spy network made up of uni students who peered on the secret lives of others. No one knew of their meeting places or information they collected about others.
Once day after class, a boy approached her after class. He told her how beautiful he thought she was and asked her out. She replied with a resounding yes. They spend the night engaged in romantic physical touching so intimate that no one would do if they knew someone was watching. To their detriment not yet known to them, a campus spy had captured their activities on video.
The boy had a skinny figure which made him look malnourished. His long hair hid his timid face, which was because his face looked like it had never been washed. His hair also looked like a jungle for fleas, except that it had no fleas because they had a better place to go to. No one liked him because he was a weak character with the most irrational mind. Neither did he do well academically or socially. He was lonely and he too had wanted a girl to talk to. Not that he deserved to have anyone to talk to, but he just couldn't survive at uni by himself. Like the girl described before, his character is written all over his appearance.
To be continued...
It was rumoured that she was a 'slut'. Many people were only too willing to believe this. It was not that they were any better though, they just didn't like her. The uni had a campus spy network made up of uni students who peered on the secret lives of others. No one knew of their meeting places or information they collected about others.
Once day after class, a boy approached her after class. He told her how beautiful he thought she was and asked her out. She replied with a resounding yes. They spend the night engaged in romantic physical touching so intimate that no one would do if they knew someone was watching. To their detriment not yet known to them, a campus spy had captured their activities on video.
The boy had a skinny figure which made him look malnourished. His long hair hid his timid face, which was because his face looked like it had never been washed. His hair also looked like a jungle for fleas, except that it had no fleas because they had a better place to go to. No one liked him because he was a weak character with the most irrational mind. Neither did he do well academically or socially. He was lonely and he too had wanted a girl to talk to. Not that he deserved to have anyone to talk to, but he just couldn't survive at uni by himself. Like the girl described before, his character is written all over his appearance.
To be continued...
Thursday, 20 June 2013
Winking Eyes
You step into the room. The place smells of fun, laughter and, love. You have gotten what you are looking for. Someone who seems charming, attractive and sweet. You want to hang onto that person who you feel in love with, that is all you are thinking about and you cannot think about anything else. With sweat-filled brows and shaking hands, you hide somewhere where the new crush and his or her friends cannot see you. Wiping your brows clean in secret and talking to some friends to calm yourself down, you attempt to walk up to the apple of your eye. You say "hello" as confidently as you can make it sound. If they said hello back in an interested manner, you keep talking. If not, you attempt to find out who they are interested in.
Fortunately for you, they seem interested and talk. You continue to chit-chat about life. He or she tells you about his or her life. After a while when you feel that you know each other so intimately, you kiss. Tongue-to-tongue. You kiss hard.
Love at first sight, or is it?
Story to be continued...
Fortunately for you, they seem interested and talk. You continue to chit-chat about life. He or she tells you about his or her life. After a while when you feel that you know each other so intimately, you kiss. Tongue-to-tongue. You kiss hard.
Love at first sight, or is it?
Story to be continued...
Labels:
Culture,
Love,
Relationships,
Short stories,
Values,
Youth
Saturday, 18 May 2013
Her Inner Beauty
All the men in town admired her for her kindness, goodness, humility and wisdom. Though she was admired, she was not popular for doing what she did. She did not tell people what they wanted to hear, but what they needed to know. That was why she was not popular.
Those who were liked for only their external beauty and who seduced others for pleasure hated her. They felt that their popularity was threatened by her for her own doing. She would not succumb to the pressure to engage in such activities that others would give her. As she did not want to become one of them, she was felt by those people to undermine their power over others. She was their worst nightmare.
Her admirers paid no attention to how she looked out on the outside for they could see her inner beauty. Though she is not the type who would spend hours trying to improve her looks, she was noticed by all and feared by all. She was loved for who she was, and not what she was.
Those who were liked for only their external beauty and who seduced others for pleasure hated her. They felt that their popularity was threatened by her for her own doing. She would not succumb to the pressure to engage in such activities that others would give her. As she did not want to become one of them, she was felt by those people to undermine their power over others. She was their worst nightmare.
Her admirers paid no attention to how she looked out on the outside for they could see her inner beauty. Though she is not the type who would spend hours trying to improve her looks, she was noticed by all and feared by all. She was loved for who she was, and not what she was.
Friday, 17 May 2013
The Light on the Hill
She was young and tender. Though she never made herself the centre of attention, she was known by everyone around her. She was not the type who sort to make herself popular, or who involved herself in the affairs of others, but she was the most noticeable person. If nothing else, no one, whether friends or enemies, could forget her.
There was something striking about her. When others bullied, she would provide emotional and social support for the victim. When others only cared about themselves, she would care for those who were doing it tough. When people were lonely, she would open her arms to them. When people were sick, she would support them and their family through their illness.
Though she was of good repute, she did not think of herself as someone of such repute. For she knew that anyone could do these things, but what motivated her to care for others was love. She loved others regardless of their background or their past. She was the light on the hill.
There was something striking about her. When others bullied, she would provide emotional and social support for the victim. When others only cared about themselves, she would care for those who were doing it tough. When people were lonely, she would open her arms to them. When people were sick, she would support them and their family through their illness.
Though she was of good repute, she did not think of herself as someone of such repute. For she knew that anyone could do these things, but what motivated her to care for others was love. She loved others regardless of their background or their past. She was the light on the hill.
Tuesday, 14 May 2013
Short Stories
I shall endeavour to write some short stories over the next few weeks. I shall attempt to write about something positive.
Hope you enjoy them! Thank you for reading. :) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
Hope you enjoy them! Thank you for reading. :) xoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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