(Note: While I’m still not able to come out with a decent story lately, allow me to post here an original story I wrote last year and posted in my Sugar Coated World blog. This story was written when The Struggling Blogger dot Com and Roysville dot Com were still new, and Roysville.wordpress.com still exists. And so it goes…)
It’s 8:03 PM, and Roy’s blogs are all gathered together for their quarterly round table meeting (I didn’t know they were holding meetings – Roy). House of Puroy stood up from his chair and declared “We’re already 3 minutes late for our meeting, as your presiding blog, I declare that we start with our meeting and not wait for Roysville anymore.”
The blogs settled on their seats with the announcement.
Present in the meeting are REFLECTIONS, Sugar Coated World (SCW), Money OnLine (MOL), Be Inspired Now! (BIN), The Struggling Blogger (TSB), Subukan Taya Ing Kapampangan (STIK), more than just copy-paste (MTCP), Letters To Mama (Letters), the 3 new blogs, Etsetera! Etsetera! (ETC), The Struggling Blogger dot Com (TSBdotCom), Roysville dot Com (RVdotCom), and of course, the presiding blog, House of Puroy.
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Tags: Blogs, blogs come to life, Fiction, Humor, meetings, personification, Roy
Narrator: it was the first day of school and the students we’re very excited to know their sections.
Cinderella: “Veronica, wait for me!“
Veronica: “Faster!“
Cinderella: “I want to know what my section is. Please wait for me. “
(Travis & Cinderella bump to each other & Cinderella’s things fell)
Travis: “Are you ok Miss? “
Cinderella: “Yes I’m fine, sorry I’m just in a hurry.”
Narrator: Cinderella leaves without getting to know what the boy’s name is. Travis saw a small notebook left by Cinderella.
Travis: “Wait! Miss, you forgot your notebook!”
Narrator: Cinderella didn’t notice that she forgot her diary with $100. When they were already back at their dorm, Cinderella noticed that her diary was missing.
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Tags: 11 years old, Angel, Cinderella, fairy tale, modern day version, school presentation, Script, young romance, young writer
The Strongest Link
(A short classroom presentation)
Ralph: Good day to all our viewers! Welcome to the hottest game show today – The Stongest Link! Today, we will learn from our contestants, who are all parts of speech, which of them is the strongest link. Let’s meet them and hear what they have to say.
Noun: I am Noun, and as you can obviously see, I am the strongest link! Without me, what would you call your mother? You wouldn’t have a pet dog… hey! You wouldn’t even have birthday without me! That’s why I should be the strongest link!
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Tags: assignment, Classroom presentation, game show, Humor, lesson, Parody, parts of speech, play, Script
“Good morning, honey! Did you sleep well?” I asked Matthew as he enters the kitchen.
“I don’t know Mom,” he replied, rubbing his eyes, “what’s for breakfast?” and seated himself on the table.
“Here you go honey, pancakes for you… soft and fluffy, just the way you like them,” as I plant a big morning kiss on my 6-year old boy. “and of course, your favorite chocolate syrup for your pancake.”
“Thanks mom! You’re really the best!” he enthusiastically replied, and gave me a big hug.
R-r-r-r-i-i-i-i-i-n-g!
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Tags: abortion, extra-marital affairs, home, lost son, Matthew, moral, mother, nightmare, pregnancy, repent, sorry, too late
“And this even have realistic engine sound!” Nico bragged, as he showed his new radio controlled car to his classmates in school. Gerry could only watch in envy as Nico’s toy car runs around them.
The school bell suddenly rang, Nico quickly picked up his toy and they all ran to their rooms.
That night at home, while waiting for their dinner to be prepared by his mother, Gerry approached his father, “Dad, Nico has a new toy. He brought it in school today, it’s a radio controlled car. Can I have one too Dad?”
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Tags: better Dad, Father, father and son relationship, Fiction, missing Dad, seafarer, seaman, short story
“Are you sure this is the right door?”
“Yes! I’m definitely sure it’s the right door! Go ahead and knock!”
“But you said that on the first two doors too! How sure are you now?”
“Hey! The doors all look the same, can you blame me? Now, I’m sure about this one. Do you want to see her or not?!”
Benjie has no choice really, hesitantly he knocks at the door… timidly at first, but it gets aggressive as he knocks some more.
“Looks like nobody’s home” he said.
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Tags: Fiction, missing mother, mother, sad, sensitive, so close, son
He looked around and sees nothing… yet he can hear footsteps… he can sense someone breathing… so close
The alley is too dark, and the moon hiding behind the evening clouds isn’t helping.
No sweat. He’s tough, he’s a mean guy, and everybody fears him.
He put his hand in his jacket and pulled out a sharp six-inch silver that has been his companion for the last five years of scaring people out of their wits, until he gets what he wants – money, clothes, jewelries, sex, and sometimes even just to see frightened eyes.
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Tags: alter-ego, blogger, death, Fiction, killings, Strange, suspense, vengeance
“Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha! Ha-ha-ha-ha!” his laughter filling every walls of his makeshift laboratory inside their house as he sits in front of his computer, “bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!” each one getting louder than the previous laughs. “Bwa-ha-ha-ha-ha!”
His son who was just playing nearby got curious and approached him, “What is it dad? Have you devised another diabolical plan to conquer the world? Did you create a new mutant? Do you have a new evil invention? What is it dad? Ha?! Ha?! Ha?!” he asked excitedly.
Tags: evil, Fiction, funny, Humor, mad scientist, sci-fi, Series
He was 16 when he wrote his first verse.
Just like any love struck teener his age, his first poem was about love… mushy and senseless.
Then, lines began to rant. An adolescent growing in a seemingly unaccepting society reflected all his angst in verses.
As fate would have it, a new love turned those verses into the mushy lines they used to be… some spoke of the joys of love, while most tell tales of hurting.
Through the years, there were other moods injected in the verses – nationalism, humor, nonsensical and inspirational. But majority still speaks of love and frustrations in life.
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