Story About Looking No Further Than What’s Around you

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Hello everyone,

Hope you all had a wonderful Valentine’s Day.

If, for some reason, you were not feeling as much love as you’d like. Or the world outside seemed too cold and filled with too much bad news on TV, I got a feel-good story to share with you all!!

First of, I’d like to take the time to thank you all for always being there for me and being so supportive of my blog. Thank you all so very much! You know I do appreciate it more than anything!  I also appreciate your being there for me as I went through a series of ups and downs. But I learned so much and, again, I got you all to be thankful for! 🙂

For those of you who already read my previous post Story About The Case of Missing P. , I got a fantastically fabulous, great news for you!! (For those of you who haven’t gotten the chance to read it, the post is still here!)

Anyhow, here’s the link to the juicy details of the long-waited, miracle that has finally happened:

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Story About How a Holiday Saved My Life

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Hello everyone,

Hope you all enjoyed your Halloween Night!

I woke up yesterday and started my day like any other ordinary day, actually.

But, before we go even further, let’s flash back to a few days ago, when I arrived home, feeling exhausted as though all the energy had completely drained out from my body and wondered how a day went by so fast yet so slowly at the same time since I was also stuck in the worst traffic. Ever.

Just when I was occupied with those thoughts, a friend of mine greeted me warmly and we chatted up a little.

Suddenly, he looked up to the sky and pointed More

Story About The Case of Missing P.

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Hello everyone,

Recently I was involved in a very emotional project, after a series of crazy events in life. But today it’s not about me — even though I must quickly admit how much I missed all you lovely folks after being away for little while.

A while back, I heard a story, actually, about a nice and a very sweet girl. She was only in high school but was already taking college courses and preparing to go out to this big world with big dreams.

Everything was going according to the plan.

Until a dark twisted of fate appeared out of nowhere…

She met a very a friendly boy and got to know him personally. He had a certain enigma that puzzled her yet attracted her to him at the same time.

He was always so nice to her. So little did she know that everything was not what it seemed…

Fast forward to a few months later. She went to school one day and didn’t return home.  More

Story About Trying Out Heart Attack For Fun

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Hello everyone,

Recently I had to watch over a group of the neighbors’ kids.

Normally, you would think that this is not a bad job, as long as you are not watching over a group of toddlers.

Wrong.

I had a group of lovely and well-behaved children, ranging from third graders to eighth graders.

“So, what’s the problem?” you wonder.

Well, the problem was to keep them all entertained at the same time.

“Easy,” you say. “Just hand them each a tablet or something and download something appropriate for their age groups. That’ll keep them occupied for hours. Problem solved! Mission accomplished!”

Yes. If only it were that simple.

Unfortunately, the weather played a prank on us. As soon as the adults dropped them off, a storm arrived unexpectedly and there was a power outage throughout the town.

I groaned and sighed, along with the kids. It appeared that this was going to be a long day.

Since the children just finished their meals, and they were all staring at me with those you-might-as-well-kill-me-now-because-my-Ipad-is-dead kind of look, I knew I had to think of something fast. More

Story about Strawberry Bon-Bons

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Hello everyone,

One of my favorite types of candy is the strawberry bon-bons, the type of hard candy with soft filling and a fresh strawberry flavor.

When I was little, I used to collect the strawberry sachet wraps. I loved the design of those wraps, and when I finished eating those candies, I loved the smell of strawberry scent that lingered on the wraps.

I still love strawberry bon-bons to this day, but that’s not the only reason why I do. Every time I saw those delicacies, I thought about my very first trick-or-treating experience without my parents and how special the strawberry bon-bons had become to me.

I was in fifth grade and my parents had finally agreed to let me go trick-or-treating with my friends. So down the streets we ran, each of us trying to fill up our own goodie bag faster than the others. We ran past a small housing community, but something caught my attention.

I found myself running back and standing outside a house with a small, plastic jack-o-lantern that hung beside the doorway.

“Come on,” urged my friends. “You are not going to get much from this one. Let’s go where most kids go!”

I considered it briefly, but looking at the bright orange lantern before me and the darkness surrounding the rest of community, I rapped loudly on the door, ignoring my friends’ protests. More

Story about Face Jug

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Hello everyone,

My nephew showed me a pot he made in the school today. I praised him for his artisanship and it seemed as though I have made his day.

Suddenly, I remembered a face jug I molded in fifth grade.

Did you know that “face jugs” or “ugly jugs” are crafts originated from the mountain of North Georgia and Western North Carolina? It is believed that people used to make those jugs to ward off evil spirits.

I guess you could say the term fits my jug very well. It was “ugly,” all right.

But it wasn’t supposed to be hideous at all. If my memory serves me right, it was supposed to be a gift to my history teacher who loved pottery collection.

The first little accident occurred after I left my jug in the firing room to dry.  This explained why my jug had a face with its mouth skewed and drooped terribly to the side. Obviously someone from another class was jealous of my artwork and had touched it before it dried.

The second little accident happened when I forgot to check the label before I added the colorants to the clay. As it turns out, the colors on the pottery changed after it had been fired up. This explained why I couldn’t recognize it at first when my art teacher waved an ugly and darkish blue jug in the air.

“Come and get your jug,” she said.

“It’s not mine,” I answered after a brief glance.

She wasn’t convinced. She turned to the bottom of the jug. “It IS yours,” she confirmed. “It has your name carved on the bottom.”

I could feel my cheeks burning as I pushed through the laughing crowd to claim my jug.

Upon a closer look, it looked more hideous than I’d thought. In addition to the freakish blue color on the face, its mouth had a pair of bloodied lips. I nearly passed out with embarrassment. More

Story about a Boy, a Grandfather, and a Horse

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Hello everyone,

Have you ever had a feeling that, no matter what you do, someone will always say something about it?

I sure have.

The story I am about to share with you helps me feel better whenever that happens. I hope it does the same for you.

Once upon a time, a boy and his grandfather were traveling together on a long journey.

The elderly man became tired easily so he rode on the back of an old mare while the boy traveled on foot.

By noon, they came upon the first village.

“Look at that poor thing!” a villager cried, pointing at the boy who carried a heavy trunk twice of his size. “That’s child abuse!”

The other villagers murmured in agreement and soon a crowd of people gathered. They glared accusingly at the grandfather.

As soon as the boy and the grandfather passed the village, the grandfather got off the mare and insisted the boy to ride on it.

They came upon another village.

Once again, people were upset. They saw an elderly man carrying a huge trunk on his bony shoulder.

“Elderly abuse!” a passersby exclaimed loudly, attracting more villagers’ attention.

Finally leaving the second village behind, the boy quickly asked his grandfather to join him on the horse.

They arrived at the third village. More

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