Wednesday, March 27, 2019

My Father

It is short story that I had published on March, 27 2019. I hid it, now I decide to make it publish again on October, 11 2021.
Just to entertain feeling of readers only, because these days, I cannot find topic to write; therefore, I check and I think I should show post that I have hid. 
I will show a few only.
Please enjoy.

 

written by Chakriya PHOU


My father was good person. He helped the villager.
He gave two-thirds of our total land, where we live, to build school for kids. He took the loan to construct the school. Then he spent remained money to build pagoda, water channel and bought seed and (baby) animal and gave them to the villagers.
He aided people in the village till he died.
Moreover, on the day he died, he helped all villagers to win lottery.
Yes, he was a very good person. He lives in heaven now. 
But mother and us, that are his kids, are poor, and we work hard to earn money to pay his debt.

Friday, March 22, 2019

Caterpillar and Butterfly






It is short story that I had published on March, 22 2019. I hid it, now I decide to make it publish again on October, 11 2021.
Just to entertain feeling of readers only, because these days, I cannot find topic to write; therefore, I check and I think I should show post that I have hid. 
I will show a few only.
Please enjoy.
 
 
written & illustrated by Chakriya PHOU

A caterpillar is crawling on the leaf. He sees flowers are playing hide and seek with beautiful butterflies. He wants to play too. He crawls toward the flowers.
"Let me play with you," Caterpillar says.
"No," Flowers say. "You are disgusting. Go away from us. We play with butterfly only."
The caterpillar leaves sadly. He goes back to his leaf and cries.
Then there is a born-butterfly hearing his crying. She flies to the caterpillar.
"Why do you cry?" Butterfly asks.
"I want to join hide and seek with flowers and butterflies but they say I am disgusting. They don't play with me," Caterpillar tells.
"Don't be sad, my friend," Butterfly says.
"You can say because you are butterfly. You are beautiful," Caterpillar says.
"Before, I was a caterpillar as same as you. Later, I became cocoon. And today, I am the butterfly. So, you too. Don't be upset. Today, you are a disgusting thing. Tomorrow, you will be a beautiful butterfly and maybe you are more beautiful than me and other butterflies," Butterfly claims.
Hearing that, the caterpillar stops crying. He smiles and says, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," Butterfly says. 
Then she flies away.

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