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Friday, February 21, 2020

Too Late



written by Chakriya PHOU


A mother is giving instruction to her daughter.

Mother : Sweet heart, you are a girl. You have to take care of your body. Don't let anyone touch you. 

Daughter : It's too late, mum. Someone touched me. 

Mother : Tell me. I will go to report. 

Daughter : You cannot report because I am the person who gave permission. Not only touch but also press and squeeze. 

Mother : Tell me now who he is. 

Daughter : It's not ‘he’, it's ‘she’. She is a staff at a massage and spa. I went to her to get a massage. She touched, she pressed and she squeezed my whole body. My body was in pain but after that, it is good. Talking about it, I feel I want to go to her again.

Mother : !!!

Thursday, February 20, 2020

Wish of a porcupine


written by Chakriya PHOU


There was a god. He stayed in heaven.

One day, he looked from his palace and saw that animals living on earth were difficult. He felt sorry for them. He wanted to help them but he could not show himself to them.

The god thought for a while then he decided to go into animals' dreams and asked them what they wanted and he made them accomplish. He went from one to one. Then it was the turn of the porcupine. 

The god came into its dream and asked, "Now, what do you wish for?"

The porcupine, nervously, said, "I don't dare to say for my wish you need to do it with your own hands."

The god smiled and said to it, "Don't be scared. Say it and I will do it for you."

Then the porcupine - shy - claimed that, "I want you to massage my body."

The god opened big eyes and froze.

Wednesday, December 25, 2019

Make-love in Rain


written by Chakriya PHOU

The rain was falling. 

A boy was sitting under the tree. Next to him was a younger boy. Next to the younger boy, it was another boy, smaller than him. After the smaller boy, there was a girl, about the size of the first boy’s size. She was carrying a baby, about six months old. All of them were wet. 

The girl covered the little baby with a scarf. Once in a while, she looked at a bush that was not far from the tree.

Behind the bush, there was chatting.

“Are you sure?” A female’s voice.

“Yes. The fortune teller told the husband and wife that own that shop to have a kid next year, then they will become millionaires. I already searched. Husband’s birthday is the same as mine and wife’s birthday is the same as yours,” a man’s voice.

“Then hurry up.”

The rain continued for several minutes. Then it stopped.

A few seconds later, a limping man and a woman came out of the bush and walked towards the kids.

“It’s time to work,” he said.

“Yes, father,” the kids said, and the young girl gave the baby to the woman saying, “Mother, she cried but I persuaded her to sleep.”

The mother just nodded her head.

Following, the limping father took a lead by bringing his wife and children to the road junctions. When the traffic light was red, the family went to knock on the travelers’ cars window and asked for money.

Friday, May 3, 2019

Traffic Accident QA


written & illustrated by Chakriya PHOU

 

Teacher : Who causes traffic accidents?

Student : All drivers.

Teacher : Why?

Student : Because they want to help others:
1. They want police to have work to do, they don't want police to get a salary for free.
2. When they get injured, they are sent to hospital and the doctors and nurse, also pharmacy/pharmacist will get income.
3. If their car or motor is broken, they need to bring their vehicle to a repair shop then they will get income.
4. If a car or motor is badly broken, they need to buy a new one and this helps the car or motor sellers to sell their product.
5. If they hit the street block, tree, pavement etc, the construction shop owner will have a chance to sell their product; the construction workers will have work to do; the plant shop will sell their product. All of them will earn money.
6. If they lost their lives in an accident, the family would make a funeral at the pagoda and the monk, the priest, would be offered some money. Also, related stakeholders such as coffin shops, flower and funeral organizing shops etc. would earn profit.

Teacher : Please make a conclusion.

Student : In conclusion, the drivers that cause accidents are kind. Their actions are significant and have great benefit for many people and society. Also, they participate in reducing poverty.

 

Note : This story is written to be a type of funny creation.

Monday, October 8, 2018

I Would Be Fine



written by Chakriya PHOU
photographed and designed by Chakriya PHOU


Did you ever think what I would be if you left me? 

I could tell you, don't worry, I would be definitely fine. I would still be who I was. I would still eat delicious food. I would still go to work as usual. I would still smile when people asked about you and I would tell them with a smile that I and you broke up. 

I would still go to have fun with my family and friends on weekends. I would still join my relative's or friend's wedding and wish them happiness. I would still have nice sleep and sweet dreams every night. 

Well, if you truly left me and we met one day, by chance, I would say hello but I could not let myself love you again, like I do today.



Note : this story was edited by American writer but I did not remember her name and I have lost contact with her. I would like to express great thank to her for editing my story.

Saturday, October 6, 2018

If your father and your mother fell into the sea, who would you help first?


written by Chakriya PHOU
edited by Arnold Zable
photographed by Chakriya PHOU


On Sunday, I met my friend.

She asked me, "If your parents and your boyfriend fell into the sea, who would you help first?"

I could not make a decision because all of them were precious to me.

On Monday, I went to class. Then I remembered my friend's question. I decided to set it as an exercise for my students before the lesson began. I amended the question, "If your father and your mother fell into the sea, who would you help first?"

Silence. 

I said, "Hands up." 

Still quiet. 

I decided to point to one of them. I looked around and I chose the girl who was sitting in the fifth row table on the left. She stood up and said, "I don't know how to swim. Moreover, even if I did, I would not be able to carry father nor mother from the water. I weigh only 40 kilograms."

I was surprised. But she was correct. She was truly the number one, outstanding student of the university.

I bet not one of the students understood and perhaps you don't too. 

The Girl was born to be dead


written by Chakriya PHOU

This world does not seem to have justice. 

I was dragged into this world; a man raped a girl, and she got pregnant. 

When I was in her womb, she wanted to give up on me.  

Three months after conception, she drank medicine to get rid of me. Unfortunately, the medicine had expired. 

She tried again when I was three-and-a-half months old, by going to see a doctor. The doctor refused. She went to another nurse; she agreed. On the day they made the appointment, the house of that nurse caught fire. 

She did not stop thinking of getting rid of me. She jumped from the stairs, jumped from the first floor, rolled down a hill towards the rocks, etc. but at those moments, people helped her. 

That girl cried every night. I could hear her crying. I saw her punch her abdomen strongly. I could feel how much she hated me. 

When she cried, I cried too. I wanted to say sorry. I didn't mean to upset her. 

She ate little. Perhaps she wanted to kill me step by step. She couldn’t kill me openly; she had to do it secretly. 

Before long, it was nine months and then days. I could not remain in the womb anymore. I had to get out. I did not care about anything besides freeing myself from that narrow space full of snot and mucus. 

At last, I was able to leave. 

Then the girl became sweet to me. 

She said, “Sorry.”

She carried me, she kissed me, her expression was completely different, but I did not feel anything from her warmth and love. She cried and cried and cried, but I could not hear her, I could not hear anything. 

I was dead when I was born. It was my destiny.

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