The Wanted Birds

 

Little Ka was walking around the house. He was looking for a toy he received two days ago as he celebrated his fifth year birthday.

Upon reaching his mother's working table, he saw a figurine of a big bird holding two little birds on both wings. He took it in his hand and stared at it. The big mother was looking down in a sad face, his eyes felt sad too.

His father came in. He saw little Ka with his eyes fixed on the big bird and softly touching the other two birds.

"Hello son!"

His daddy greeted and came close to him. He kneeled himself to be closer face to face with Ka.

Little Ka did not say anything but hand him over the figurine. The father took it in his hand.

"Do you want to know the story of these birds?"

His father asked. Little Ka just nodded. 

So the man lifted up the son and had them seated on a couch near them.

The father narrated the story of  The Fallen Birds.

After the story, Little Ka's eyes started to release tears.

"Once I grew up like you, I will search for those two birds and have them cooked by Nanny."

Nanny was little Ka's babysitter who was cleaning his mother's table at the time. She was an old woman in her sixties and has been working as housekeeper of the family to feed her two children and send them to school. She never got married again after their father died when they were still children. Both children have grown and she was left under the care of the family of Ka.

Little Ka went to hug his nanny. 

"What am I missing?"

Ka's mother just came in from the kitchen with a piece of cake and a glass of orange juice.

"Is that for me, mommy?"

Ka excitedly asked his mom. 

His mom got herself seated beside his dad. Ka went to join them as her mother put down the plate and glass on top of a low table in front of them.

"Yes, darling."

The loving mother responded as she received a kiss on her lips from the husband. Ka loved it when he saw them kissing. He giggled.

"I will tell you the story of the two birds I want Nanny to cook once I find them."

Ka told his mother that brought laughter to his father and babysitter. The mother was amused so she grabbed Ka and put him on her lap

"It must be an interesting story. Now you share it with me."

His mother told him. Then Ka shared the story while grabbing the cake at the same time between pauses as his mother would not let him talk with a mouth full. Everybody enjoyed the second round of the story's narration, but Little Ka's amusing style. 

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The Fallen Birds

 

The Fallen Birds

A mother bird has two little birds in both hands, meaning both wings she used to keep them safe and wait till they are ready to fly. Something happened to their nest when the strong wind blew and luckily she was able to save both birds before the wind threw them off the air.

As both of them grew, the first born bird on her right side started to complain to the mother.

"I want to fly like the other birds."

The first bird raised its desire.

"You aren't ready yet. It is not the right time. You wait."

The mother bird disagreed calmly.

The anxious bird did not like the mother's refusal.

"You don't trust me!"

The bird blurted its anger.

"Once you can open your wings wide enough and strong, you can fly."

The mother bird said with a sigh.

"Then put me down."

The insistent bird almost commanded the mother with its tone. 

"I won't! Stop rebelling!"

The mother started to lose temper with the little bird.

"Down below is full of serpents and other dangerous animals that can eat the whole of you in an instance."

She gave the reason just to stop the questioning.

"I don't believe you! I am ready to fly!"

The furious bird started to prick with its little beak at the hand of the mother.

The mother tolerated the rebellion of her little one. Anyway, she reasoned, they were just little picks on her wing though they're creating holes.

Days passed by, the first bird was concentrating on its picking the hand of the mother more than anything else. The mother felt her wing as if a hand was bleeding. Most probably, it was her heart bleeding and passing it to the growing holes in her wing.

"I said stop it or I will have to let you fall!"

The bird continued until the holes became bigger and the mother's wing could not hold the bird anymore. Then it fell.

Once on the ground, the fallen bird realized it could not fly yet. It encountered animals on the ground and went hiding from them with its little attempted flies. 

On the first realization of what just happened, it called out to the mother, not of regret but condemnation.

"You let me fall!"

It shouted to the mother bird.

The mother was looking at its broken wing. It looked like a bleeding hand to her. She could not believe the little bird's treatment of her.

Suddenly, she realized that the other bird on her left wing was getting heavy. It has been quietly accommodated on her other wing. 

The second bird just kept itself quiet and obedient to the mother bird while discussions were happening between the other two birds. It saw what had happened to the first bird and blamed it on their mother. But at the same time, understanding the reason as it saw the broken wing of the mother, and the pain in her face.

"You are getting heavy and growing. Open your wings."

The mother said to the second bird.

The bird tried to open its wings but could not have total courage to fly. Its trials were low enough so it fell within the limits of the mother's wing.

It has been like that for a time for the three birds. The first bird struggling down below to survive and attempting to fly higher. While the second bird is still finding courage to fly and take risks. At the same time, the mother bird was getting older and weaker, the two little birds were getting older but stronger.

The mother's right wing started to heal, but the marks remain. The wounds left scars in her heart. Her left wing was getting weaker so she used the right hand to strengthen the left to prevent the second bird from falling as well.

Suddenly, the second bird saw the first bird flying beside them.

"Fly! Look at me! I can fly alone! Fly!"

The first bird was proud of its success announcing it within the hearing of the mother.

"I can't! It's mother's fault that I can't!"

The second bird retorted. Then the first bird agreed with the second and looked hastily at the mother.

"Yes! It was her fault that I fell. I had the worst happened to me down below, but look I was right! I can fly!"

The first bird continued talking then later left to explore the world. It came back once in a while trying to convince the second bird to fly. But to no result. It could  not gather enough courage to fly.

"You have to try. Fly or you'll go nowhere."

The mother bird kept telling the remaining bird.

"What now? Are you pushing me out?"

The bird replied irritatedly. 

Then the mother bird suddenly fell. The other bird was big and heavy for her wings that she felt being old, tired and worn out.

"You let me fall! You let me fall!"

The bird shouted as it hit the ground with the mother. But seeing the predators below, its wings opened wide and could fly.

"I can fly! I can fly!"

It flew away happily and so excited it went away to discover the world. Since everything was new and there's an explorable space to travel, it did not even look back to where the mother bird had ended.

Days passed until one day, the two birds were reunited in a far away place. They hugged each other with bird hugs.

"How is mother?"

The first bird asked.

The second bird was startled with the question, reminiscing what had happened.

"I left her in..."

It could not be finished. Shaking, it flew fast heading to where he left the mother bird. The first bird just followed as fast as the other bird, wondering what happened.

Upon reaching the site where the mother bird fell, they could only see predators, but they saw a broken wing caught by the dying tree's branch.

"Mother!"

Both birds shouted. In grief or relief, the mother would never know. Anymore.

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The Forbidden Tree

 

Ella was a spirit, a pure lively little ghost.

In her house's playground, her brother, little Ka of five years old was playing with other friends his age. Ella was two years older than them.

Watching them playing happily with a ball, an idea of a game came into her mind. So she called the five boys.

"I have an idea of a game. Come!"

The boys heard her call and were intrigued by what it could be. Ella was their leader. The one that made sure of a good harmony between them. She was the one who let them come to the playground.

"We are coming!"

All the boys responded to her call without any doubts. Ella set the rules. Her only rule anyway was to play on the grass inside the playground with all the playsets around them, except climbing the big tree nearby. She told them that it could be dangerous for them as their parents have told them. Ella and Ka were good, obedient little people.

So they all came running towards Ella who was seated by herself alone on a bench. That's what she preferred when all the boys decided to play football.

With big eyes excited to reveal her brilliant idea, Ella explained about the game she had in mind. Questions and answers were interchanged between them until everyone understood the invented game. The boys afterward left her to play. They were all having fun. Ella as well was happy with them.

Suddenly, there was a calling sound somewhere. The gate to the playground. They all looked around and saw little girls behind the gate calling on the boys to open the gate.

To Ella's eyes they were alarms. Much more when her attention was called by the dimming sky. She looked up at the sky and she noticed that the clear blue sky was turning grey. 

"What is happening?"

She asked herself at the same time she lowered her look to the boys.

One of them had opened the gate without any permission from her to let the girls in. There were three girls among the boys. All of them were the same age as her as they almost have the same height.

"Hello! Come here, all of you!"

She called everyone but only Ka turned his attention to her. She saw Ka telling everyone that she was calling but no one paid attention to him. The other boys were amused by the intruders. That's how the girls seemed to Ella. She would not like to go and join them since they were Ka's friends and played. She felt pain and disappointment being ignored by everyone.

Then one of the girls saw the tree. The forbidden tree. She pointed to it and urged the boys to go and climb the tree. 

The group turned to look at Ella. Ella gave a "no" disapproval look to them. The girls laughed out loud and started to run towards the tree.

The girls climbed the tree and halfway looked back to call the boys. The boys' faces showed excitement at the idea as they looked at each other with a smile on their faces. Ka put himself in front of them to stop them. But the boys went running to the tree, ignoring him.

Ka turned sadly to where his sister was seated. He saw her with head down with sadness. He ran towards her.

"I am sorry."

He sat himself beside his very sad sister.

"I regret letting your friends come to play with you. Now they could be hurt, because that tree is weak. It is very old and damaged. Mom said it will be taken out soon."

Little Ka felt so sorry and unhappy for what his friends have done to his sister. He too has his head bent with sadness.

Ella slowly stood up from the bench and went inside the house, closing the door behind her.

Ka was left watching the others climbing the tree. It wasn't long that one bark of the tree broke and it was one of the girls who fell. She fell but did not cry. Instead she laughed. Blood started to run from her right arm as she was obviously hurt.

Upon seeing her harmed, the boys got scared. They looked to where Ella was seated, but she wasn't there anymore, but Ka. He was standing on top of the bench with an angry look on his face and both hands clasping his waistline.

The boys then realized they broke the rule. There must be a reason why Ella prohibited them from climbing the tree, but they ignored her. Then they consulted each other if Ella had said something. They remembered the warning of Ella, but they forgot!

Hurriedly, the boys started to go down almost in panic. Unfortunately, one by one they fell. The other girl was able to climb the highest, but swiftly she fell and looked dead on the ground as she did not move at all.

All of them got hurt and cried, but no one came to their rescue while the other girl who fell first was laughing crazily. They turned their heads around when they heard the shouts of Ka.

"All of you out! Out of my garden! I will never ever let anyone hurt my sister again! Never!"

The writer of the story found himself on the rooftop of the house of Ka and Ella. He was writing the story but he had seen grown up men and women on the playground. The pen wrote them on the papers as children. And, Ella was El, not a girl at all. He shook his head, preferred not to question his pen but woke up from a dream.

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What's Coming in The Pen?

 

What's Coming in The Pen?

The Little Ka - The Forbidden Tree

To Ella's eyes they were alarms. Much more when her attention was called by the dimming sky. She looked up at the sky and she noticed that the clear blue sky was turning grey. 

"What is happening?"

The Fallen Birds

"I said stop it or I will have to let you fall!"

The bird continued until the holes became bigger and the mother's wing could not hold the bird anymore. Then it fell.

The Little Ka - The Wanted Birds

After the story, Little Ka's eyes started to release tears.

"Once I grew up like you, I will search for those two birds and have them cooked by Nanny."

Stay tuned!

 

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Writing About Nothing

 

Writing about Nothing...

But end up writing about something. 

Has it ever happened to you? You wake up in the morning and you feel the urge to say something. Well, how about saying, "I am up and alive!" Then that is something to write. 😂

As humans, we are sort of taking for granted our existence. We tend to take each morning as something that will always be there as soon as we open our eyes. Forget about gratefulness for an added day to life, not even noticing how many parts of the body are still intact and kicking. An impulse can lead the feet to run once the alarm clock sounds. Then the day starts. From the bathroom. 😏

Family, relatives, friends, people everywhere start to complete the whole picture of the day. Actions and interactions with each other determine the significance of human existence. Sensitivities or the lack of it to others needs soon start to play a role in terms of moral, godly or just plain human values. All of it as if the world anyway will never end. Yet. 🙈

Then the night comes. The sun left, the day over, the moon takes over and darkness rules. What's the tendency?

😴Ups! I am tired. Good night!

Then you dream...

"Behold, I come like a thief! Blessed is he who stays awake and keeps his clothes with him, so that he may not go naked and be shamefully exposed." 

"That's Revelation 16:15!"

Shhh. 😶 Don't wake up the writer! 😂😂

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Round 2 (SBTS 5)

 

Called 2

It was a Friday morning when I finally wrote this series. I remembered about my unfinished series for Round Two. So, I added it to my prayers.

"Lord, I need to continue my series. I feel the need to. Help me think."😄

That's it and it worked! I grabbed a pen, looked at a fixed point and the story started to run in my pen.

Followed 2

While ironing some clothes, the idea of the story came to mind. 

A couple of days ago, I was starting to reread the story of Joshua. So I asked myself, how would it feel to be there following him. 

I would not miss the opportunity to write down the story. Instead of holding an iron, I turned to hold a pen. 😅

Harvested 2

It doesn't matter what I am doing, but when an idea or vision comes to mind, they come. Freely. 

Once again, I was ironing some clothes when it comes to mind. It seemed that it's the best moment to roam the mind for ideas. 😂

I haven't watched anything, nor read or heard about sheeps and goats. I have read about spaceships though.  

In my mind I was running a question. 

"Will these builders of spaceships to Mars, Moon or other planets in outer space drive the human crazy to get the tickets they surely would sell to make money which can be out of high ambitions, greed and even fear?"

I just shrugged my head to take it off my mind. Only the "Future" can tell.

So, instead of finding answers to my question, I turn my focus to the sheeps and goats. But they took the goats! 😂

Well dear readers, it has been a pleasure to share all of these with you.

Continue reading. Hope you enjoy it!

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Harvested 2

 

"Mehhhh."

All of a sudden, the writer woke up. He fell asleep again on top of his office table.

"Gabrielle!"

He almost shouted with joy as he recognized the long time friend that was imitating the sound of a sheep that woke him up.

"Yes, it's me! Wake up and you are finally completing the Round Two of your series."

His friend told him, but swiftly his surroundings changed  before he could ever raise a question.

The writer found himself in between a thousand, no, a million or innumerable mixture of sheeps and goats.

"Where am I?"

With rounded eyes, he asked himself. He was alone, in his usual white shirt and pants. There was nothing else he could see around him but sheeps and goats of similar sizes. Sheeps were white as snow in its best. The goats were grey or black? He blinked twice to see better but nothing changed. He could not truly figure them out.

Above them was a clear blue sky where clouds were whiter on one side and the other half cloudy.

"What is happening?"

The animals were scattered everywhere, almost bumping each other. Fortunately, they gave him a space, enough for him to realize he was stepping on a green grass earth.

A loud sound like a siren fills the air. He turned around to check where it was coming from. There it was on his left side. Far away. Too far away. He could not move from where he was standing.

"What is that?"

Another question he asked himself.

Kilometers away he could see a big round, actually oval shaped drum? Or was it a container? But very tall, high and big enough to be noticed from afar.

"What is that? A spaceship?"

He planted the question while trying his best to see the shape better.

"Mehhhh."

A sheep beside him seemed to understand and responded to him.

Whatever it was, a big door right in front where the writer could see it was opened. It was slowly going down from the top till it reached the floor and stood like a gangway.

Slowly, something was happening to the spaceship located on the cloudy side of the sky. He saw some animals getting into the spaceship. The goats!

They must be the goats since there wasn't any other color like the sheep's brilliant whites he could see. 

He smiled to himself as he realized that the spaceship has the shape of the ball used in an american football game. Of all shapes, why that? He could only wonder why.

Not too long, the goats seemed to be moving fast, incredibly, hopping themselves inside the spaceshape or spaceship. While the sheeps were moving themselves to the other half to the clearer sky.

Still the writer could not move a bit. Not a little bit. He was pasted on the ground. He bent his head upward only to realize he was exactly in the middle line of the divided sky.

As he put his attention back around him, he found himself in the middle of the sheeps. No more goats. The sheeps have spaces between themselves and enjoy the grass. 

He searched for the spaceship, but it was gone. No more goats and no more cloudy sky.

"Mehhhh!" 

All the sheeps shortly gave out their sounds as if joyfully celebrating, loud enough for the writer to come back to his senses and grasp he was again dreaming.

By the time he opened his eyes, Gabrielle was at his back leaving his room office and closing the door.

"Gabrielle, wait!"

He jumped to catch him, but when he opened the door, he was gone. Outside were just tables and a pool of other writers. So he stepped back to his table and there his pile of papers has a title already. Harvested 2. And most of all, the pen pointed at 2. 

He sighed deeply and felt relief.

"Thank you Lord!"

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Delightful Greeting with A Foul Smell

What could be the sweetest greeting a woman may receive upon opening her eyes after a long sleep or even a short nap?

There are many kinds of greetings at any moment of the day that we can receive from all types of people whether they have relations with us or not. But the one most important is the early morning wake up greetings that we receive from the one who shares our bed, isn't it?

How good it feels when you open your eyes and the first thing you see is a beauty, a handsome face, a smiling face, a well slept eyes then slowly telling you any of the followings:

"Good morning beautiful!" ;

"Have you slept well, teddy bear?" ;

"What a night!".

The first thing you might do, to be polite, is smile. 

Then close your eyes and open it up again. 

You ask yourself something like this:

"What a nice greeting, is it real?"

Suddenly, but suddenly, you smell something. Then you slowly frown asking him:

"Did you brush your teeth last night?"

If you wake up with a valentine's luck, your man would just smile and ignore you. Then I can't  assure you if the greeting was intended for you or he was just dreaming, because he continued sleeping.

If you aren't fortunate enough, your man would smile and breath you on the face, just to tease you. Then you might get the foul kiss you are asking unconsciously.

If it is not the case, since you don't really appreciate the smell of his breath, silence would surely avoid you this trouble. 

If you hit the bad luck, your man might copy your facial expression in the most unexpected way, that it would be better for you to jump out of bed and run for your life!

Whatever your luck is, we know that this can lead to something more exciting. It can be a much better "wake up call" done to you or done to him. It all depends on both. 

If your luck continues, you receive. A bunch. If not, well, don't let opportunity run, get going on your luck! (Oh! did I write the last word correctly?)

Good luck! With your "bunch of roses". What else should I mean?😍

HAPPY VALENTINES TO ALL!!

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Watched 3

 

Round One:  Watched 

Round Two: Watched 2 

Round Three: Watched 3

"Stop snoring!"

The pen wanted to shout at the writer as he fell asleep seated in his sofa chair while watching television. 

A pen is just a pen. It can't do anything, but be used if not empty with ink. Feeling itself full, an idea clicked in the pen's head. Well, that lower part which is the pen's point as if it is the head, and in the head lies the brain. Something like that, as the pen thinks.

The writer was holding a pen and with blank papers with him. He was about to write something while watching a favorite television program, when out of nothing he fell asleep and snored. So the pen took advantage.

"Before anything else, I will watch what's the latest news this morning."

That was the old man, the taxi driver's mind speaking to him as soon as he arrived home. After the robbery he suffered, he was given a day's off again by the office manager.

He looked at his hand watch and realized it was half an hour past midday. He threw himself onto the sofa in the living room to rest and watch television.

He, too, like the writer, fell asleep minutes after sitting himself with his feet lifted to extend his legs and had them land on top the low raised table in front of the sofa. He was snoring.

"Oh, these men!"

It was the pen complaining, annoyed to hear both men snoring while it was writing their stories. But it continued writing.

After an hour, the house entrance door opened. The old man seemed to be tired that he did not realize someone entered. It was his daughter, back from school.

As she came in, she saw her dad asleep and snoring loud while the television news was going on.

"Oh, dad."

She locked the door and went to kiss her dad on his forehead and sit herself beside him after leaving her school bag on another chair.

As she lifted her father's arms to hang it on her shoulder, he woke up. He just opened his eyes. He saw his daughter beside him, hugging him with her arms around his beltline and his left arm placed on the back of her.

"Hello dad."

His daughter greeted him.

"Hello dear."

Her father responded as he hugged her too.

He went back sleeping while hugging his daughter, but the television screen suddenly showed a car tumbling round several times in a car accident, yet the news was saying no one was hurt. It was a miracle.

"Just like what happened to us. Remember father?"

His daughter released herself from his arms and gleefully started to recount a past event.

"Remember what happened with our first owned car? That yellow, four door car with the trunk included at the back?"

She reminded her father as he was straightening himself, putting down his feet from the living room set table.

"That is exactly what crosses my mind."

Her father nodded, twisting his closed lips to a side as if not really wanting to remember the event.

His daughter laughed out loud in memory of the accident.

"Remember when you just started to learn to drive a car?"

He was just half listening to the television news. He was seeing a man with a teenage daughter being interviewed, while his ears were paying more attention to his daughter's recount.

"You refused to have a formal study in driving, so mommy would not trust you to drive her car. But you managed to get the car keys to take me to school."

His daughter was talking with amusement, while he was with a serious face. He just nodded.

"You were going to arrive late at school and you would have an important exam, because the driver has not arrived yet to take you to school."

He looked at his daughter to give his part of the recount.

"You remember dad!"

His daughter's eyes rejoiced at his contribution. Then passed her look to the television then back to him.

"And the same thing happened."

She continued as he agreed. She grabbed her father's hand to console him as she could see sadness in his eyes.

"But Father, it was a miracle! Our car turned around as we were bumped by a fast approaching car from the other side of the road lane and they had a break problem. Fortunately there were not any cars too close behind us.

Her father was quiet. He did not say anything but just kept his eyes on the television screen. So she stopped, got serious and hugged her father.

"Oh father. It was over. It was past. It was not your fault. It was the other car's fault and they recognized it."

She assured her father then released him again from her arms after something came back to her mind again.

"And it was Mike Bilbao! One of my favorite basketball players at that time!"

And she started to laugh with heartfelt joy.

"It wasn't him."

Her father disagreed.

"It was him!"

She insisted.

"He looked like him."

Her father argued.

They both stopped for a minute. Then her father spoke again.

"Well, you seemed to have found something good from that experience."

The old man looked at his daughter, relieved of something, maybe guilt.

"Yes dad. It was a miracle. I wasn't afraid, remember?"

Her father reached to her and hugged her tightly.

"Yes, you were not. You amazed me. I asked you how you were and you just laughed saying what was that."

He kissed the hair of his daughter then released her. His daughter looked straight to his eyes.

"Dad, it was not your fault.Neither your fault if I would have died, because I was sure you would follow me. We both know, mom would kill you if you would have survived."

Then both of them laughed loud together agreeing to each other while their minds were imagining the mother and wife. It was a very hearty laugh they shared that the old man's tightened muscles out of tensions suddenly relaxed themselves.

"Exactly what she told me after I confessed to her."

Her father added and hugged his daughter again.

"God always watches us. He is the Eye in the Sky that truly looks over the earth."

She said to her father warmly.

The old man felt lucky enough, after all, with his daughter, the only woman in his life after his wife died years ago due to cancer. 

"I am glad you still remember that most important thing I have told you after that accident."

His daughter looked at him and smiled as she heard those words from him.

"You told me to write it on the rock of my head. It is still craved in there."

Since his daughter told him so, he gave a hand knock on her head and asked.

"Are you there? Knock! Knock!"

Both laughed hard that the writer suddenly woke up from his dreams, realizing people on his television screen were laughing.  He looked at his blank papers and they were not blank anymore. He checked his pen. No more ink. Again.

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