The Present Impossibility of Amphibian to Human Transformations_The Forest Unknown_The School Sports
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The Present Impossibility of www.onedoor.ccAmphibian to Human Transformations
Princess Literella heard an urgent knocking on her window, a sharp rat-a-tat sound, the kind that might be made using long and pointy nails. She sat up in bed, pulling the soft woollen covers up to her chin, and listened.Rat-a-tat, there it was again. A shiver ran up her spine. Being a princess and all, she knew she had to be careful with strangers at her window late at night. And where were her guards, she mused, who would usually spring into action and ward off unknowns?Nevertheless, her heart did skip a beat when she thought someone may have arrived with a new frog. A frog that she could ki...
The Forest Unknown
The Forest UnknownI walk through the forest, I'm supposed to be asleep. There’s a scent in the air, and its covering me like a heavy moist blanket (the nice kind) and the biting brisk wind is awakening. I walk on the forest floor, hues of green and brown surrounding me in layers.The twigs snap under my boots and my candle lights the way, for heaven forbid I use a torch and modernise myself on this walk I am taking.But I cannot remember what made me get up, or why I even started this journey impromptu. But I do know that the least I cant to is enjoy it, and for once in my life, quietly observe ...
The School Sports Day, a memoire........
A sad but true account written in memory of lost friends.............The date is imprinted on my mind, 14th July 1972、 It was a Friday, it was a warm sunny day, but the worst thing about such a fine sunny day was that it was going to be ruined. Why, because it was the school sports day.I hated school sports day because I am not the type of person who likes to be at the forefront of attention and as I was to take part in the event, for me it was a day of dread!The day began by having to attend school at eight thirty, taking with you your sports kit in preparation for the event or events that yo...
A PUERILE FOOL.
Richard bought some cardboard papers and black permanent markers as he hurried to work. The rising sun cast a rosy hue across the morning sky, golden fingers of sunlight lit up the small town. Community volunteers’ swept and cleared dirt on the road, while few people moved about on the street, boarding taxis, and going about their days’ job. Shops were opened and signs that read ‘NOW OPEN’ were put up in front of their glass pane doors. Richard gave little smiles to the familiar faces he saw as he flagged a taxi. Richard arranged his tie as he got down from the taxi, his reflection; a young a...