Tales From Ba Sing Se Novels & Stories

I arrived at the popular bar, Concave Bar, and slipped into one of the stools, waving my hand in the air to signal the bartender. “Anything hot, please,” I ordered. He gave me a quick nod. Different questions swirled in my head, searching for answers but finding none. Just as the bartender returned with a glass of what I had requested, my mother walked in, sitting next to me. “Exactly what she ordered!” she told the bartender. My lips curled up into a smile as I tasted the liquid. I was sure it was ethanol as the burning sensation coursed down my throat. “Is there something you aren't telling me, Alana?” My mother asked, her question a little bit annoying.

8:00 pm Retro club. "I thought it was a formal dinner date," Vanessa frowned. "Uh-huh it is." "But this is a club," she retorted. Checking herself out in her mini handy mirror, Megan nodded her head. "This club also has pirate rooms, Bryan has already booked one for us. We are gonna drink, dance and have dinner later." Vanessa sighed and nodded her head, "Alright but—” Stopping midway, she frowned when Megan suddenly grabbed her left hand and took off her ring. “What are you doing?”

Everything came clattering down as it would in the movies. Shampoos and shower gels got knocked for six, a bar of soap slithered to our feet, a razor scooted down the side of the tub. He fucked me from behind, water splashing between us. Struggling for balance, I bashed a tap. The temperature shot up, making us shriek. That might have got a laugh from an audience. I turned the tap down. Too cold. Up again, better. I flailed for something to hold, grabbed the shower curtain then thought again because curtains cost money and anyway it wouldn’t have worked except as a metaphor for reck-

I know I’m overreacting, but I can’t help it. I heard the loud voices and chatting subside so I raise my gaze and notice that the room is almost full and Mr. Velenzuela is now here, he sits and so I walk up stairs to him to give the report, the one I’ve printed out last night. After that he gave his cue for me to start about my presentation on the historical places in the Philippines. I’ve showed them the first picture of the Binondo Church pre-war photo.

Stepping away, I pull the net curtain up, waiting until Jessa comes to tend to my room. By the time she is done, I've finished translating old Jade Province dialectic from a book from Tai's library. It's old tales of the Beast, stealing children from villages, some never to be seen again. It's hard to tell how much of it is true accounts, and how much of it is fiction.

Raja began, voice full of disdain, ,“are you going to keep your mouth shut forever, hm?” Tales smirked, his face seems like taunting him and even if he knows how stupid his idea was，he still don't want to give in. “I’m not going to grovel if that’s what you’re after. Just get it over with.” Raja’s eyebrows met, a cruel smile appeared on his lips. “Still so proud. I’ll enjoy breaking that out of you.” He then walk towards the right side of the wall pulling the lever, to tighten the chains holding Tales, forcing him to stand on his toes, straining under the weight.

"Used to be. Gave it up when the stories started costing more than they were worth." That answer carried weight, the kind that invited questions but also warned against them. I set the mug on the low table in front of me and leaned forward slightly. "What kind of stories?" "The kind that get people hurt when they come out wrong. Or when they don't come out at all." I felt a flicker of recognition then, something tugging at the back of my mind like a half-remembered name. "You sound like someone who has been burned by the industry."

"I never wanted you to. "You know, when you eat something delicious, your eyes light up like the sun. "When you hear a song that you like, you sing along, just a little off-key, but it's so adorable to me." I was stunned, not knowing what to say. He continued, "These precious memories I have of you are the best thing I could ever get in return." That day, I told him everything that had happened with me and Horace. Not in our past lives, but in this one. What happened in our past lives was just a dream, after all, and it wasn't worth mentioning.

the first man answered walking away, "How about you? I said gripping him the his shirt "No sir" he replied like someone who had seen a ghost "How about the injured patient that was brought here a while ago by a red ambulance, any ideas on where he was taken? I continued asking still holding his shirt "Hmm, he was taken to the central hospital, it just few blocks from here" he replied releasing himself off my grip, then ran away, I quickly ran to the central hospital there I found Linx, he was in the blood storage room consuming blood as he pleased, he had even killed two nurses with the aim of sucking their bloods

said Tia extending her hand. Kabir got up in a quick movement. As his chair slid behind him, it hit a waiter carrying a dish of noodles to a nearby table, and the waiter lost his balance because of the impact. Kabir noticed neither the waiter nor the flying dish of noodles. He looked up and saw the two most beautiful eyes that he had ever seen. They were blue like the ocean, sincere and intelligent, twinkling like the stars. It appeared to Kabir that they held the most beautiful secrets of the world and seemed to enjoy the fact that others had no clue about them – they were so full of laughter and mystique.