Lives To Tell The Tale Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You think I am old? Age is just a number. I still believe I am young. You never know, I might even outlive you.” Shiva’s face tensed a little. He looked down, avoiding the old man’s eyes. They stepped out of the store, filled with their own thoughts, and ambled in opposite directions towards their homes. Shiva carried a short-stories collection in his backpack from the shop. Mr. Ben had told him he could take any book from the shop to read. He planned to read it to his sister at night. She loved stories, especially those with happy endings. She loved to imagine herself as a character in those stories and live the happy lives vicariously. This was the only pleasure Shiva could give her – for

So, he ran upstairs, straight to find out why. And as soon as he saw the two Brittanies, he knew why. “Damn!” Was all he could blurt. Huge fuckup! He had invited them over for an epic threesome the week before. “Hey Norbs!” They both whined. He stood by the door and sighed wearily. “What did you say to her?” “Defs not what she hasn’t heard before. Now, let’s get to business.” Brittany Hilgagher bit back, ripping her ‘crop top’ in shreds and revealing fresh mounds of bare breast.

--The Nydisian Kingdom, Eraregord, Othes Forest-- After several failed attempts of trying to build a fire. Katherine finally managed to do so with the help of Llewellyn, of course. "I believe I was five when I built my first fire," Llewellyn chuckled in a lame attempt to tease her. "Well not everyone had such an eventful childhood," Katherine said while rolling her eyes and finding a comfy spot of grass to lay on. "Enlighten me, how so?" Katherine barely spoke about her life before Lady Morgan, it was uncomfortable reliving those memories but as time passed, one could say it didn't bother her as much.

Warm, cozy, loving, a home filled with people and the hint of cocoa and magic in the air. Pulling myself away from the only happy memory I had of my family, I started tapping on the keyboard. Sometime later, when my mug was already empty and the clock on the TV showed 2 AM, I had my new blog story finished in front of me. “Hey, my alluring fans! Were you waiting to see if my next ‘Kiss and tell’ story was going to be with the cheerleader you asked for? Yeah, I did it again. Let me tell you every detail of our hot kiss...”

he said. She told him. The stories that survived. The communities that built record-keeping in narrative because institutions failed them. The specific, living practice of keeping things true by telling them. He listened. Completely. “Your stream and my unit,” he said when she finished. “Are having a conversation they didn’t know about,” she said. “Until now,” he said. “Until now,” she agreed. He held her gaze. “We should build something,” he said. “What kind of something?” she said.

Will told stories about school. After, we sat in the living room, stuffed and happy. Katie's oldest, a girl of six named Lily, climbed into my lap. "Grandma, tell me a story." "What kind of story?" "A real one. About when you were little." I looked at Louis. He nodded. So I told her. Not the scary parts. The good parts. About meeting her grandpa. About having Katie. About all the adventures in between. She listened with wide eyes. "You had a big life," she said when I finished.

Ruby gave me a pitiful look, like I was somehow the reason she had been poisoned. "It's fine," I said before anyone else could speak. "You can take the front. I'll sit in the back." The whole ride, Ruby cheerfully chattered about food, travel spots, and fun things she wanted to do. Her energy was high, and her skin was glowing. She didn't look sick at all. Meanwhile, I was the one who was truly dying. My organs were already shutting down from advanced Wolf Dissolution Disorder. If I hadn't taken a whole bottle of painkillers before we left, I wouldn't have even made it out the door.

Raja nodded, his lips pressed tightly together, but he didn’t interrupt. “You were annoying,” Tales said with a faint, bitter laugh. “Crying for your mom, wailing louder than anyone else. I yelled at you to stop, but you didn’t listen.” His voice softened, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. “But you grew on me. You reminded me what it felt like to care about someone. To want to protect them.” Tales’ smile vanished, replaced by a grim expression. “Then came the tests. The fights. The blood. Father made us kill to survive. Do you remember how many times we watched kids die in front of us? How many times we thought it would be our turn?”

"Your boss? How do you know his story? I... oh, Ta. A clear story." For some reason, Tata ends up telling the whole story about Levi, complete with Echa in it. Every word she utters is responded to with Jenni's wide-open mouth. Perhaps she's so astonished to hear someone's life story. "If it's made into a soap opera, it could air hundreds of episodes, Ta." Tata just grimaces. "But what's it got to do with you, Ta?" "Not much, really." Tata laughs again. "I don't know why I'm bothered and feel... awkward."

And he falls silent. Waiting for my response? "That's good," I say, "because I don't want to share you either." He smiles and sits back, sipping his wine, his expression thoughtful. "Tell me about 'redbreast' and 'ravens'," he says. "I expected you to simply give me 'yellow' and 'red' or something similar. It sounds as though there is a story behind the two words." "It's from when I was a little girl," I say. "There were ravens at the bottom of our garden, and when I was small, they seemed so huge."