Burmese Days Novels & Stories

“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

“but... I already have a place in mind. I call the shots remember?” They was a scoff from him. “fine... where do you wanna go?” “okay take it from here.” Emma said. She nodded. “uh... there is this hotel at new day city... Raystone hotel. Opposite Vanessa eatery and bars. No 13, Raystone bus stop.” “a hotel?” “oh... It’s not that... I mean, what you think. There is a good restaurant and bar or whatever... in there.” “fine. I'll be there in 30 mins.

I never even kissed this man let alone had more than an hour alone with him yet here I am feeling a strain in my heart. From here on out, he’s dead to me. I will ride out the rest of my 31 days, leave and never fucking look back.

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.

When he tried to write a poem, these lines appeared in his mind, “Midst tribulation, smiles outnumbered tears; They found such pleasure in such simple things; Laughter and song went with me down the years. . .” Cecil remembered Sir Gorge Scott’s book which mentioned that a Burma life started with music and ended with music. These folk liked music and fun a lot. He knew that some people used the metaphor for Burmese as Irish of the East. They had a festival every month and they were a happy-go-lucky crowd. . . .

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.

May 9 of 2030 came in and Andrew, as he had always been for the last five years, woke up with a hangover. But that day, he woke up with the ID card in his hands kept safe in his chest. That was the only remnant that was left with him after the accident.