Burmese Days Novels & Stories

She was never gonna have anything to do with him from hence. “mum?” she called. Her mum who was sitting on the sitting room’s couch turned back to stare at her. “you're awake?” Most times she was never awake when her mum comes home. “i couldn’t sleep.” She said and walked to the chair to sit with her mum. She was feeling weak from all the bleeding earlier. “Why?” her mum asked staring at her. “i just feel bored... I don't know, sad. I'm gonna be so lonely from tomorrow.

“What’s Ben got this time?” “2067 G wagon.” he replied between chewing, crumpling the burrito wrapper. “That was delicious, thank you. I’m gonna change then we’ll head out.” He kissed Emma and went back to his bedroom. Lucas kept a meticulously clean apartment. It was well decorated with beautiful pieces of furniture, that complimented each other well, and abstract yet gorgeous paintings and sculptures. The sun, still on a steady rise, only made the apartment feel more beautiful and alive. Lucas admired this beauty on many mornings, sometimes with Emma and sometimes without, but that beauty left his mind this morning when the holo-screen buzzed.

Dotun snapped, the venom quite audibly in her tone, Janet almost flinched at the tone, but quickly regained herself. "Let's go and take the juniors to the park." Janet was curt with her reply, Dotun looked at her for a long time, as if she was trying to read her. After a few minutes of Janet awkwardly standing there, Dotun stood with a scoff. "You cannot do it yourself?" She muttered but obliged with Janet as they made it to the juniors classes. Why did she had to be so bitter all the time? - "Oya, yellow house come here!" Mr Bamisole yelled out in the air, clapping his large hands as people scurried around to their various houses. By houses, she meant the clubs for the sport team which were

I still had a wedding to plan for and a whole life with this adorable, loving, romantic man. I know it's a bit sudden to start my story with the best day ever, but like I said, keep looking for the next one. This was the first best day ever, so that is where my story of best days begins. I can still remember the smell of salt on the sea as it lapped against the side of the boat and the sound of the waves gently rocking us as tears welled up in my eyes. I felt I was the happiest girl in the world. I can't believe I was that girl, really. It feels like centuries have passed since then, although

He chuckles and wraps an arm around the backside of my neck and asks, “Where to now?” I think about it for a minute and then suggest, “How about the boardwalk and then the beach?” “Yeah, it’s your day baby, whatever you want to do.” He says kissing the top of my head. I don’t know why my mind into defensive mode. I want to push him away and tell him to stop saying that. It’s not my day, it’s not my day at all. It’s not a day of celebration and fun, it’s a day of mourning for me no matter how much time goes by. It’s a day that shouldn’t be fun for me. Today is the day that will forever be the day I took my mom's life and nothing more and nothing less. I feel beyond guilty for even smiling tod

Chapter Thirteen Day Four Friday. Morning come around as it usually does every risen morning, that sound that Bisola hated the most in her entire lifetime pierced her hearing, Bisola hissed and used her pillow to covered her ears with the hope to stopped the sound of alarm from getting to her ear, but the pillow was of no use.

81 million. The Burma Translation Society (BTS) was formed on Aug 26, 1947, with the mission of translating foreign books for the benefit of every citizen in the country. Some local books are also being translated into foreign languages, such as English and Chinese. Aside from its main task of translating books, the BTS also publishes books and explores subjects that might be of interest to the Myanmar people and vice-versa.

When Carmella was about to slather me with essential oil, I asked her to get me another basin of water and told her to put a few drops of the oil in the water and use it to wipe me again. After getting dressed, I tried to recall my schedule for the day. This world seems to have a different way of defining a date. They also have 7 days in a week but they have no months. A year consists of 280 days. Days of the week are called fire, water, wind, earth, lightning, dark, and light respectively. The date is arranged like fire 1, water 2, wind 3, earth 4, lightning 5, dark 6, light 7, fire 8, water 9, …, wind 276, earth 277, lightning 278, dark 279, light 280. In this country there are 4 seasons w

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

"Go on." "We love playing and bathing in the rain. It is the only time my father is not busy with anything. Most of us never really like rainy seasons. It hinders us from doing the things we used to. So many restrictions, but for me, like the farmers, rain is a blessing. It is the only time that my father is at home and is not that busy with anything. That's when we were able to play. That's why I keep on thinking of them whenever it is the wet season." Bea shared more of her moments with her parents to Evan, not minding that they're in a cemetery where it's just the two of them there, plus the dead bodies buried underneath. She somehow felt delighted that she could share her memories with h