Co-writings

Recently Michio and myself attempted to write poetries and stories over Msn. It was a strange effort indeed but it worked out. The stories are totally random or perhaps it reflected something much deeper? They say that writings reflect the writer's soul and so perhaps this fantasy stories reflect two souls? Or really it's just ramblings for lack of creativity and insight.

Perhaps one day we'll write something real together. A children's story, at this rate. LOL. But till then, here are the preliminary efforts:

Blue Fairy

where does the wind blow

through the yonder

and the valleys below

Into the spirit of yesteryear

where does the sun set?
wonders the little blue fairy,
as she looks where they first met
beyond the plot of summer berry

look ahead fairy dear,

whispers the west wind,

soft rays sparkle from the wild blue yonder,

at a distance the sun retires within

as the night falls and creatures awake
the stars begin to dance in the sky
dear fairy the day is yours to make
so long as tomorrow never die

The Lion and the Squirrel

it wasn’t everyday tat u see a lion who would roar at the moon, at the stars and at everything above, as if cursing the heavens tat was above him. And because of that, all the other animals stayed away. Some say it was the lion himself who kept them away. Some blamed the other animals who dared not befriend the lion.

Yet there was one little squirrel who's secret desire to befriend the lion. She would secretly hop from tree to tree at midnight, especially during a full moon just to watch him arch his back gazing at the full moon letting out the loudest roar that would make the whole forest tremble.

Now squirrel was no ordinary squirrel. She was not afraid of his thunderous roar. She saw beyond this fearsome sound to the cries of anguish buried deep within. Lion wasn't angy. he was sad. There was not quite another animal like squirrel, who could see beyond the natural.

One starry night, when the moon shone its brightest, lion stood once again on the ledge of the hill, overlooking the deep gulf below. His paws clutched the earth beneath, his spines shook as he look above. And once again, squirrel quietly hops between the tall grass and scattering bushes. She tried to be as quiet as possible, afraid of this carnivorous creature she was, yet at the same time her curiosity got the better of her. This time hoping that the thunderous roar of lion would cover the sounds of her scattering, she moved a little closer, and closer. As each cry seemed more visibly clear to her tiny ears, the harder she felt the beating of her heart. Yet brave little squirrel didnt let the fear and the drums of her heart overwhelm her, and closer she did get to lion.

Oh, only heaven would know what would happen next. For this was the day when the star of the north shone the brightest. It was the star of hope and the star of dreams. So bright was it, that Lion stop short in his roar. So sudden did he stop, the Squirrel did not have time to stop. And it was at that split moment that Lion heard the scampering only a few feet from where he stood. He swung around for the first time, not in anger, but in sheer shock. Their eyes met, as Squirrel froze in fright.

so the small and the big stared face to face. eye to eye. And a smile swept across their faces and they broke into laughter. And so a new friendship has begun