Catanduanes Colleges

Salvacion, Virac, Catanduanes

RESEARCH WORK and ORIGINAL

OUTPUT
In
EM 16 CREATIVE WRITING

Submitted by:
OMAR G. BONAOBRA
BSED
Submitted to:
Dr. Yoland M. Tariman Ed. D
Professor

1st Semester
AY 2020-2021
 Sample of the
Following Poetry
 Pastoral Poem

Pet Lamb
Nor sheep nor kine were near; the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little Maiden kneel,
While to that mountain-lamb she gave its evening meal.

The lamb, while from her hand he thus his supper took,
Seemed to feast with head and ears; and his tail with pleasure
shook.
"Drink, pretty creature, drink," she said in such a tone
That I almost received her heart into my own.

'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty rare!

I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair.
Now with her empty can the Maiden turned away:
But ere ten yards were gone her footsteps did she stay.

Right towards the lamb she looked; and from a shady place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face:
If Nature to her tongue could measured numbers bring,
Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little Maid might sing:

"What ails thee, young One? what? Why pull so at thy cord?
Is it not well with thee? well both for bed and board?
Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be;
Rest, little young One, rest; what is't that aileth thee?

"What is it thou wouldst seek? What is wanting to thy heart?

Thy limbs are they not strong? And beautiful thou art:
This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have no peers;
And that green corn all day is rustling in thy ears!

"If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy woollen chain,
This beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain;
For rain and mountain-storms! the like thou need'st not fear,
The rain and storm are things that scarcely can come here.

"Rest, little young One, rest; thou hast forgot the day
 When my father found thee first in places far away;
Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned by none,
And thy mother from thy side for evermore was gone.

"He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee home:
A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou roam?
A faithful nurse thou hast; the dam that did thee yean
Upon the mountain-tops no kinder could have been.

"Thou know'st that twice a day I have brought thee in this can
Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran;
And twice in the day, when the ground is wet with dew,
I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is and new.

"Thy limbs will shortly be twice as stout as they are now,

Then I'll yoke thee to my cart like a pony in the plough;
My playmate thou shalt be; and when the wind is cold
Our hearth shall be thy bed, our house shall be thy fold.

"It will not, will not rest!--Poor creature, can it be

That 'tis thy mother's heart which is working so in thee?
Things that I know not of belike to thee are dear,
And dreams of things which thou canst neither see nor hear.

"Alas, the mountain-tops that look so green and fair!

I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come there;
The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play,
When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey.

"Here thou need'st not dread the raven in the sky;

Night and day thou art safe,--our cottage is hard by.
Why bleat so after me? Why pull so at thy chain?
Sleep--and at break of day I will come to thee again!"

--As homeward through the lane I went with lazy feet,

This song to myself did I oftentimes repeat;
And it seemed, as I retraced the ballad line by line,
That but half of it was hers, and one half of it was 'mine'.

Again, and once again, did I repeat the song;

"Nay," said I, "more than half to the damsel must belong,
For she looked with such a look and she spake with such a tone,
That I almost received her heart into my own."
 Meditation Poem

I Ask my Physique These Questions

I ask my body
Have I wronged you?
expecting you to behave
like what others have
described in the book?
tell me your true self
dance it out in each nerve
leave me on the chair
let me be an audience
in this theatre of realities
spiritual, physical, or metaphysical
when all has unfolded
perhaps you and me
would be the best of friend till
the end of time or all eternity
 Elegy
Elegy for Loss of Love
I: Loss

It’s been three years that we’ve gone out

And now you chose to let me go
You crushed my dreams, you burnt my soul
—A picture that’s been torn apart

Your smile haunts my memories

The words you spoke still lingering
Among the crystal mist I breathe
—I wish that you were here with me

And love will never be the same

If you’re not here to hold my hand
I’ve tried so hard to let you go
—I’m sure you’re never gonna know

And for so long I know I’ll mourn

Because of love that lives no more
You ripped my heart with shards of glass
And all the blood gushes out fast

Our love was once a rainbow

But now it is a raging storm
And blue had made me think of peace
—but now, it makes me mourn

The waters upon which we laid

Were troubled by the raging waves
The lifeboat just had room for one
And so you’ve thrown me overboard

And now you have become old news

And somehow, still, I’m feeling blue
The night has set upon our love
I should’ve known what was to come

Routine is now routine no more

The days drag on. Condition: poor
My heart still beats, but without you
 It’s empty—I drank all of you

I wish I didn’t waste my time

With what would never end up mine
Why fate has slapped me in the face
—by taking all my joy away?

II: Grieving

Tears fall slowly to the ground

The dripping melancholy sound
An empty room, a broken heart
The pieces scattered in the dark

I lay upon this empty bed

The lust once strong was struck down dead
The hope that once made me believe
You’d never leave a girl like me
—gone…

So many ways I could repress

So many ways to harm myself
Somehow, the pain makes me feel good
—it makes me think it hurts you too

But I know you don’t feel a thing

You don’t care that I am hurting
You have moved on, forgot three years
While I still wish that you were here

The brightest mornings, now so dark

—The empty echoes of my heart—
The eyes that hold such loss, despair
The pain in knowing you don’t care

The hottest showers give off no warmth

The couch does not give me comfort
The foods I eat— they’re bittersweet
Since you’re not sharing them with me

The pain courses through bloody veins

My cheeks cannot tell tears from rain
My dreams are merely memories
That now resemble fantasies

It seems I’ll never let you go

 Each time I try, the pain just grows
I delve into my misery
—the future agonizing me

I’d give it all for one more kiss

Or that we’d never even met
—if only I could change the past
But in stone it’s forever set

I know that it has been too long

—I couldn’t help but keep holding on
When I was tossed, I grabbed the side
Holding on to save my life

IiI: Seasons

Season by season, day by day

I hold onto each memory
—The snow that melts, the clouds that fade,
The love that had to separate—

In winter— frozen
In spring, it thaws
But now it blends into a song
Instead of joy, it raises strife
The season’s now cause death, not life
The emptiness of nature, too
Means it too mourns, it is the proof

And once you chose to carry me

And now I walk alone.
And once you’d promised everything
The power you don’t own.

And as each movement freezes

It’s glacial doom it can’t avoid
I’ll find the strength that’s needed
To free me from this dreary void

Iv: Letting Go

As far as my brain understands

A life hangs between won’t and can’t
It’s balanced by the paths we choose
A delicate process we all must go through
 To suffer merely is to live
No soul on earth is near perfect
Not every path we take is right
It’s just a given in this life
And if we have the need for joy
We must know what we’re striving for
We need the pain to know it’s bad
So we know joy is opposite that

Fate gave you to me

Taking you back at the end of three years
It seems so unfair in the state we exist
But what joy would life have if it lacked any twists
There’s always the bright side
—of which we never seem to see
We only see the bad side
Drifting far from near happy

We’re blind to the things that could brighten our soul

For we fear losing meaning to our current joy
And we turn our left cheek for a slap on the right
But the ending’s the same, for we’re all gonna die

If you’re going nowhere, then you’re standing in place

—the least you could do is attempt this one race
You’ll never succeed if you don’t let him go
You will not prove him wrong if you can’t stand alone

This man was no crutch, he was merely a wall

You lived without him once, there’s no difference at all

And pain and regrets

They just anchor you down
And it’s over— he didn’t catch you
Surely, he won’t pick you up off the ground
And you have to walk on
—walk on all on your own
For you’ll die in the ocean
If you have no lifeboat

But at the site of disaster

Help always is found
Oh! And soon, they will find you
It shouldn’t be long

And there’s more than one lifeboat

 There’s five… ten… fifteen!
There’s plenty of room
And that’ll hear if you scream

V: Hope Floats

There’s hope found in the lifeboat

It isn’t the end
You get up and move on
—this life is precious, don’t waste a moment
You must take full control
Row the boat, with your oars
You’ve cried—already—a sea
There’s no need to cry more

Hope floats in the ocean

So get on the lifeboat
And now on your own
You can make your own path
And you won’t let him back
The memories you’ve purged are gone
The love you held is forever gone
But you are strong, you will survive…
Let go of him …—…—…—… Hope is alive.
 Ballad

Bridal Ballad
The ring is on my hand,
And the wreath is on my brow;
Satin and jewels grand
Are all at my command,
And I am happy now.

And my lord he loves me well;

But, when first he breathed his vow,
I felt my bosom swell-
For the words rang as a knell,
And the voice seemed his who fell
In the battle down the dell,
And who is happy now.

But he spoke to re-assure me,

And he kissed my pallid brow,
While a reverie came o'er me,
And to the church-yard bore me,
And I sighed to him before me,
Thinking him dead D'Elormie,
"Oh, I am happy now!"

And thus the words were spoken,

And this the plighted vow,
And, though my faith be broken,
And, though my heart be broken,
Here is a ring, as token
That I am happy now!

Would God I could awaken!

For I dream I know not how!
And my soul is sorely shaken
Lest an evil step be taken,-
Lest the dead who is forsaken
May not be happy now.
 Epic

A Lone Knight
The darkness had descended on the world once more
A young boy was called upon to take up this chore
To rid the world of that darkness no matter the cost
To keep on trekking, no matter what was lost
So he did, he took up that impossible fight
Decided to fight for truth, for good, and for light
He had a group of friends, his sole companions
Each helped the other, picked them up from their sins
But as the fight continued and as they struggled to keep going
It seemed one among them was doing all the sinning
A turncoat, a liar, a betrayer was he
Locking the others up, not letting them free
They were chained up and thrown into the darkest pit
And in that darkness, that boy couldn't believe it
His dear friend had kidnapped all against their will
Even started to single them out, who he was going to kill.
So the boy broke free and went towards all of his fears
Attacking and killing his friend through all the tears.
Swearing an oath to the gods to go on alone
Destroying all the friendships that were meticulously sewn
He wandered a while, vanquishing all evil
Letting the blackness consume more of his soul
Til he was at last consumed by his mission
Lost forever in the death of his friend, his worst of sins
Forgiveness it seemed, was far away from him
So he kept moving, letting his feet guide on whim
Taking him where enemy after enemy stood
Cutting them open, watching the run of the blood
His first mission was already lost
The young boy's heart had turned itself to frost
The world's only hope teetered on the edge
Of the abysmal depths over that ledge.
Until one day he stood outside the city
Witnessed a disaster only his eyes could see
A young girl was taken hostage, a prisoner bound
The boy's heart began to beat faster he found
Looking on the soft features of that girl
He couldn't bare the thought of her in peril
 He jumped from his horse, and ran with all his might
Leaping into action, drawing his sword for the fight
He ducked a blade, dropped to his knees and struck
Beheading one, but missed the other as he ducked
Under an arrow that struck the wrong target
He gave those bandits a fight they wouldn't forget
And soon the fight was over, and the boy stood dripping
Blood from his victims, as he was the one winning
'You are safe now, ' He said in his softest of voices
The girl's eyes brimmed with tears her smile of rejoice
'Thank you for saving me, that was such a great fight.
You are my hero, my own lone knight.'
The boy heard her words, and he was at a lost
He could feel his heart losing his frost
Was this the reason for living the reason for his journey
Finding this girl so pretty and lovely
He sheathed his sword, and help her to her feet
Taking a kiss from her for the enemies he beat.
His missions goals had started to change again
He no longer thought of the darkness when
He looked at the girl, the one he wanted to marry
His goals were slipping by because he wanted to tarry
Before long, that lone knight was a fighter no more
He had a family and friends, a life that was a bore.
But he was happy, and happy was he
He was in a world where he was so free
But fate loves to play its cruel jokes
As the knights world crumbled when they killed all those folks
His village was in shambles, his wife lay bleeding
When he was away by a tree only reading
Vengeance reign in his blood, fierce and true
He took his old his horse and his sword and flew
Into the heart of evil, into that black land
Wanting to destroy it all by his own hand
Steel glinted and screams sounded aloud
As he slowly mowed down crowd after crowd
But he was taking heavy losses of his own
Having many cuts that ran straight to the bone
And as he stood there, against the king of black
He knew now, that the others hand had been heavily stacked
He could barely hold his sword up, but he stood there wishing
He could just win this fight, even though he had lost most of his vision
The man slowly came forward to fight off the knight
Laughing at the pitiful figure who still had so much fight
The knight grimaced as he made his last assault
Knowing the death of his world was his own damned fault
 It happened so fast, it happened so quick
Another life lost by a quick sword tip
Our hero of his tale stood victorious for a small while
A victor only through his own reckless style.
For the darkness had been defeated but at what price
A man among men, oh the plans of mean and mice
Often go awry, as the knight saw this second
As he could feel death slowly beckon
And now he stood there, his life draining away
His eyes clouded, going back to that day
He saw that pretty girl, and that one big fight
As he died there with a smile, Once more a lone knight
 Confessional

The Voice from Aindrila Polley

Poetry I think
Is an artesian spring
That fountains records of life's rings
And sunny and cloudy upbringings.

For my case I confess,

My whole concern
As a daughter, sister, mother,
And the wife of a Great Other.

In my life pains and sorrows,

From early morrows,
With my mother -Sikha-
Polley's sudden demise,
Take unprecedented premises.

It was a tornado-tossed tsunami

In the happy realm of our life,
The children lost the mother,
And the father, -his beloved wife.

Here I affirm, Since my birth

In this mundane earth
I had the prerogative
Of parental love and care,
And soul-touched affinity,
With two of my younger brothers.

At my age of 16-prime,
I lost my adolescent rime,
For the Mother was no more,
Closing my vibrant avenues
And all time secured door.

Ocean full- tears, for the father and brothers,

And untold pangs for the dearest one,
Turned standstill my life,
 Ah! Ah! dead and gone.
Is loveliest mother.

My father Krishnendu Polley,

A teacher of rare stature,
With un-fathomed fortitude,
Shouldered the tragic matter,
He cooked, and fed us,
Implied tenderly the mother's touch
His vigilant conscience was alert to fill the gap,
He gradually came up in our Mother's Map.

When the turmoil of the cyclone

Was about to over
The darkest Fate,
Came out from the hidden cave,
My father was detected withthroat-Cancer.
Minaroj, Anirban, Aniruddha, amd me,
Tried, cried, prayed, and whined,
Ah! The dropping sun, was never regained.

In the wide -wide seas of troubles,

Waifs we three were,
None to help, none to share,
But Minaroj, my belovedhusband
Was always there.
A never failing soul to mitigate,
The wounds and patches,
Hurled by ominous Fate.
His humble and love-evoked service,
I our direst crisis, we all receive.

I am Hindu, Minaroj Muslim,

But in his being he is human cream,
My father on him had his heart poured blessing,
And my brothers in gratitude,
Look upon him, as life's anchor,
Oasis, and all forbearing.

Pathos-oozed pains reveals my poem,

Misery, misfortunes, tragedy, -what ever be name,
Yet incessant struggle, and undaunted fight,
With a "Friend To Man" offer sorrowful delight.
 .
Now I have a son Arish, -as the stay of our life,
I am a daughter, sister, mother and a wife.

You the poets, may be delighted,

Having had your poetic source,
I here stand by life's strand,
As an ever unnoticed primrose.
 Lyric

I Feel Colours In Poems

I feel colours in poems
Not only words
I feel me there too
And animals and birds
It's a wood deep and evergreen
Not all understood or seen
Sometimes brighter then a morning
Or emotional deeper than an yearning
It's sometimes everything
Then nothing in between
I feel colours in poems
Sure it's all language
But it's this and this too
Always something new
I have seen a tree poem
I have seen a mountain poem
And all the other poems
I nearly understood
I am like a little poem
Just like you
 Hymn

Hymn of The Moravian Nuns of

Bethlehem
At The Consecration Of Pulaski's Banner.

When the dying flame of day

Through the chancel shot its ray,
Far the glimmering tapers shed
Faint light on the cowléd head;
And the censer burning swung,
Where, before the altar, hung
The crimson banner, that with prayer
Had been consecrated there.
And the nuns' sweet hymn was heard the while,
Sung low, in the dim, mysterious aisle.

'Take thy banner! May it wave

Proudly o'er the good and brave;
When the battle's distant wail
Breaks the sabbath of our vale.
When the clarion's music thrills
To the hearts of these lone hills,
When the spear in conflict shakes,
And the strong lance shivering breaks.

'Take thy banner! and, beneath

The battle-cloud's encircling wreath,
Guard it, till our homes are free!
Guard it! God will prosper thee!
In the dark and trying hour,
In the breaking forth of power,
In the rush of steeds and men,
His right hand will shield thee then.

'Take thy banner! But when night

Closes round the ghastly fight,
If the vanquished warrior bow,
Spare him! By our holy vow,
By our prayers and many tears,
By the mercy that endears,
 Spare him! he our love hath shared!
Spare him! as thou wouldst be spared!

'Take thy banner! and if e'er

Thou shouldst press the soldier's bier,
And the muffled drum should beat
To the tread of mournful feet,
Then this crimson flag shall be
Martial cloak and shroud for thee.'

The warrior took that banner proud,

And it was his martial cloak and shroud!
 Epigram
The True Loyal Natives
YE true "Loyal Natives" attend to my song
In uproar and riot rejoice the night long;
From Envy and Hatred your corps is exempt,
But where is your shield from the darts of Contempt!

The Raptures of Folly

THOU greybeard, old Wisdom! may boast of thy treasures;
Give me with young Folly to live;
I grant thee thy calm-blooded, time-settled pleasures,
But Folly has raptures to give.
 Aube

Mirabeau Bridge
Translated by Richard Wilbur

Under the Mirabeau Bridge

there flows the Seine
And our loves recall how then
After each sorrow joy came back again

Let night come on bells end the day

The days go by me still I stay

Hands joined and face to face let's stay just so

While underneath
The bridge of our arms shall go
Weary of endless looks the river's flow

Let night come on bells end the day

The days go by me still I stay

All love goes by as water to the sea

All love goes by
How slow life seems to me
How violent the hope of love can be

Let night come on bells end the day

The days go by me still I stay

The days the weeks pass by beyond our ken

Neither time past
Nor love comes back again
Under the Mirabeau Bridge there flows the Seine

Let night come on bells end the day

The days go by me still I stay
 Dirge

Winter
The wintry west extends his blast,
And hail and rain does blaw;
Or the stormy north sends driving forth
The blinding sleet and snaw:
While, tumbling brown, the burn comes down,
And roars frae bank to brae;
And bird and beast in covert rest,
And pass the heartless day.

"The sweeping blast, the sky o'ercast,"

The joyless winter day
Let others fear, to me more dear
Than all the pride of May:
The tempest's howl, it soothes my soul,
My griefs it seems to join;
The leafless trees my fancy please,
Their fate resembles mine!

Thou Power Supreme, whose mighty scheme

These woes of mine fulfil,
Here firm I rest; they must be best,
Because they are Thy will!
Then all I want-O do Thou grant
This one request of mine!-
Since to enjoy Thou dost deny,
Assist me to resign.
Anthology of
Poems
 Sense Poem

A Touch is a Touch
feeling, flowing free and fleeting,
floating swimming on waves of neurons
pulsing skipping, somersaulting,
up, down and around resounding

in cogito or incognito, wrapped enveloped

till a drowsy psyche wishes
or willful consciousness
put more meaning

each road a different scenario

rapport by lexis or gesture
clothed the naked feeling
with fine raiment and ornament

Deco, Art Nouveau. or Rococo

tones of Gregorian or jazz
glimmering suns and cotton clouds
silky and diaphanous ethereal transparent

send, evoking embracing the spirit,

ah me, I do run off, what if the
touch was a mere accident a simple
contact of coarse physical, neither

intended nor unintended?

Hello, Goodbye Poem

A Visit From Overseas

they were here;
and they left,
and now we are alone,
will they be back again
before we are gone,

it was so good
to have you fill
the halls and rooms
with laughter and glee
melody of you and now,

we sat and we drank

and talked some more
the flow of warm feelings
caressed and fondled
with tear filled eyes

we sat and we drank

and partook together
touching souls
spirit of wonder and whether,
telling the story over and over,

three generations
had come together
full of hope
that beyond these days
there is an ever more

do not cry or mourn us,

the waves of memory
are etched in the sands of time
love's emotion
of the finest kind
 Seasonal Poem
The Spring Time, Oh The Spring
Time
The Spring-time, O the Spring-time!
Who does not know it well?
When the little birds begin to build,
And the buds begin to swell.
When the sun with the clouds plays hide-and-seek,
And the lambs are bucking and bleating,
And the colour mounts to the maiden's cheek,
And the cuckoo scatters greeting;
In the Spring-time, joyous Spring-time!

The Summer, O the Summer!

Who does not know it well?
When the ringdoves coo the long day through,
And the bee refills his cell.
When the swish of the mower is heard at morn,
And we all in the woods go roaming,
And waiting is over, and love is born,
And shy lips meet in the gloaming;
In the Summer, ripening Summer!

The Autumn, O the Autumn!

Who does not know it well?
When the leaf turns brown, and the mast drops down,
And the chestnut splits its shell.
When we muse o'er the days that have gone before,
And the days that will follow after,
When the grain lies deep on the winnowing-floor,
And the plump gourd hangs from the rafter;
In the Autumn, thoughtful Autumn!

The Winter, O the Winter!

Who does not know it well?
When, day after day, the fields stretch gray,
And the peewit wails on the fell.
When we close up the crannies and shut out the cold,
And the wind sounds hoarse and hollow,
And our dead loves sleep in the churchyard mould,
 And we feel that we soon shall follow;
In the Winter, mournful Winter!

One-word-One-line Poetry
Listen
Listen
To
The
Sound
Of
The wind
It
Speaks
Softly
In
My
Ear
Listen
To
The
Sound
Of
The
Sea
It’s
Calling
Out
My
Name
 Limerick

A Caffeinated Life
I've reached beyond those limits that bound
And searched around ‘til I finally found
The Pinnacle of Reality
Is in my utter mortality
And so what I've found is simply the ground

I am Sad
"I am a sad limerick" he said
"Why? , what happened my dear? "hisfriendasked
"Oh, my dad is offshore
None to fight tothe core"
"I am a sad limerick" he said
 Haiku

The Anniversary
Lamb led to slaughter
Selected, rejected, spurned
By those whom He loved

Ball
Like medieval knights
Armor clad, in fields battle
To reap victory
 Cinquain

Hell
Can't think
The creator....
Of flowers and baby
Also created dirty hell
For us.

Butterfly
Caterpillar
Relentless, Ravenous
Constructing, Evolving, Emerging
Wondrous gift of nature
 Acrostic
Today
T-ime is a bird that flies so fast
O-n its silver wings ticking by
D-ay passes on its wheel, turning forward
A-s the sun rises and sets each day
Y-esterday was a today that came from tomorrow's leaves falling, thrown by the
hands of time from the tree of life
Inventing Cartoon
Text
Writing a Script for
Characters in a
Picture
Once upon a time, there was a rich family who was well-known
by its succeed efforts. Mr. Arthur, as the father, was a leader of
the largest oil company in United States. Mr. and Mrs. Arthur
had a son named Victor. They had planned before that they
would marry Victor with Catherine, a daughter of Mr. Arthur’s
bestfriend who already passed away. Unfortunately, they didn’t
know that Victor had a relationship with Alice, Catherine’s
sister.

One day, Victor brought Alice home after they had a date all
day.

Alice                      : “Victor, thanks for today! Today is very

joyful!”

Victor                    :  “Me too! Let’s hang out again next time.”

Alice                    : “Sure! Hurry up, go back to your home. I

don’t wanna your parents be suspicious like  before. Be
careful!”

Victor                    : “Don’t worry, I’ll always keep this

secret.”

Then, Victor went home. He arrived at 10 p.m. so of course his

parents were angry.

Mrs. Arthur                : “Victor!!! Where are you going?!”

Mr. Arthur                    : “ What time is it? It’s bed time,

hoaaahmm~”
Victor                  : “I’m sorry, I have to meet client that father
told me before, didn’t you?”

Mr. Arthur                    : “Oh, yeah? Hmm, I think I don’t tell.....”

Mrs. Arthur                : “(Cut the words) Don’t try to make another

fake stories! Your father gets amnesia  anytime and anywhere!”

Victor                  : “It’s up to you, Mom. I’m so tired,

goodnight!”

Mrs. Arthur          : “ Waaaaaiiit, listen to me now!”

Victor                                  : “What?”

Mr. Arthur                    : “ You know, in 2-3 years again I’ll resign.

And you, as my son, gotta be the leader of our company.”

Mrs. Arthur                : “So you have to prepare your next

generation too.”

Victor                                  : “I don’t understand.”

Mrs. Arthur                : “How fool are you! To the point, get

married soon Victor!!”

Victor                  : “Aaah, be calm, one day, I will.”

Mrs. Arthur                : “No, no, no! I already chose a girl!”

Victor                  : “WHAT?!”

Mr. Arthur        : “ She is Catherine, the best girl I’ve ever met.
You know, she’s our bestfriend’s daughter.”

Victor                  : “I won’t!”

Victor ran to his room and sent a message to his bestfriend,

Edward. Next day, he met up Edward in a restaurant.

Victor                    : “You’re so late!”

Edward                  : “Sorry bro, I woke up at 10  a.m.”

Victor                    : “Oh my God... I need your advice, fast!”

Edward                  : “Just say it to me, what’s your problem?  I

guess it’s so serious and mysterious.”

Victor                    : “My parents asked me to get married

soon.”

Edward              : “WOW! That’s great, congratulations! I

wanna follow your way too!  I imagine if….”
Victor                                      : “Shut up! It’s not with Alice, but with
Catherine, her little sister!”

Edward                  : “WHAT?! Please, don’t be like that!”

Victor                    : “What’s wrong? So I have to refuse?”

Edward                                : “Yeah!  Right!  Of course! Exactly!

Absolutely! Don’t marry her!”

Victor                    : “What’s the reason?”

Edward                                : “Victor... You have known me for a long

time... I’m in... I’m in...”

Victor                    : “(Received a message) Sorry I have to go,

thanks, bye!”

Edward              : “I’m in... I’m in... I’m in... I’m in love with
Catherine! God, please, break their plan,  although he is my
bestfriend, I don’t wanna lose Catherine! She is just for me
forever!”

Edward got broken heart. So the truth he was in love with

Catherine and Victor didn’t know that. Edward was in dilemma.
Who would he choose? Both of them were vert precious in his
life.

In the other side, Catherine was so confused. Actually she didn’t

want to get married early. She was too young and she wanted to
reach her dream first. Her sister, Alice, who was in love with
Victor, didn’t know that Catherine would have a marriage with
her boyfriend.

Alice                    : “Hey sis, you look so sad, why?”

Catherine                        : “Alice, I wanna share something.”

Alice                                    : “Tell me.”

Catherine                        : “I don’t know why, but, our mom’s old

friend, Mrs. Arthur met me 3 days ago and she  expected me to
get married with her son.”

Alice                      : “Wow! How lucky? How does he look

like? Have you ever met him?”

Catherine            : “That’s the problem. I don’t know him so I

doubt.”

Alice                                        : “So what’s your next plan?”

Catherine                        : “I confused. Do you remember? Before
mom died, she ever told us to get married with one of the son of
her bestfriend, whoever he is. But how can it be?”

Alice                    : “Yeah, I know. And I break it. I love Victor

so much but until now I haven’t met his parents  coz I still doubt
if I must break that promis or be with Victor. I’m afraid.”

Catherine                        : “Yeah... So, do I just follow your way,

sis?”

Alice                    : “No, my way is wrong. It’s mom wish. You

had better meet him first.”

Catherine                        : “Okay sis, thanks for your opinion.”

After shared stories, suddenly Catherine’s pho was ringing. She

felt heart-beated because it was from Mrs. Arthur.

Mrs. Arthur                : “Hello, is it Catherine?”

Catherine                        : “Yeah, it’s me, Mrs. Arthur.”

Mrs. Arthur          : “Nice to hear your voice. By the way, do you

have spare time tomorrow night? It’s time  to introduce my son
to you, at Four Seasons Restaurant.”

Catherine                        : “Tomorrow night? But...”

Mrs. Arthur                : “It won’t take a long time. I’ll order my son
to pick you up.”

Catherine                        : “No! It doesn’t matter, I can go there by

myself.”

Mrs. Arthur                : “No prob, I’ll ask him.”

Mr. Arthur                    : “Don’t force her mommy! Let her...”

Mrs. Arthur                : “(Trampled Mr. Arthur’s foot) Ssshhh, shut

up!”

Catherine                        : “Umm, please, I can.”

Mr. Arthur                    : “(Pick the phone) Okay, be careful on the

way Catherine!”

Catherine                        : “Thanks, Sir.”

Alice looked so happy.

Alice                    : “Wow, like I said before! That’s cool!”

Catherine                        : “I’m afraid sis, please accompany me.”

Alice              : “I can’t Catherine. My task haven’t finished yet
then I need my friend’s help tomorrow."

Catherine                        : “Oh sis... Please pray for me.”

Alice                    : “Everything will be okay, goodluck!”

On the next day, the great incident had started. There was
Edward too, but he hid.

Edward                                  : “I hope Alice won’t accept that he is

Victor. Bless me, God!”

Catherine            : “Where is he? Doesn’t he know that girls

don’t like to wait? (Saw Victor was walking) Hey  Victor! What
are you doing here?”

Victor                    : “(Talked to hisself) Oh my God, what

should I do? (Talked to Catherine) Emm, I have a  bussiness
here, how bout you?”

Catherine                        : “Huffft, the story is so long.”

Victor                  : “You got a phone from a woman named

Mrs. Arthur yesterday night?”

Catherine                        : “How do you know that?”

Victor                  : “She is... My mother.”

Catherine                        : “What!? You’re kidding!

Victor                                  : “That’s the fact.”

Catherine                        : “Alice, oh, it’s mom’s wish, but I won’t

betray Alice!”

Victor                : “Me too, sis. Be calm, for now, we should

keep this secret until the right time, okay?”

Catherine                        : “What should I tell if she ask me about

you?”

Victor                  : “I know it’s hard. Try to lie, I’m sure you

can do it for our best decision.”

Catherine                        : “Really shocked... Okay Victor, I must

back, goodbye!”

They back to their own home, and fortunately they didn’t realize
that Edward was there.
Edward                : “My praise for you, God! Catherine doesn’t
love him and she’s still respect her big sister.  How kind she is...
Love you more! Go Edward go! You can get her!”

Next week, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur made plans again for the next.

Mrs. Arthur                : “We need to meet Catherine and ask when

the wedding would be hold.”

Mr. Arthur                    : “Wedding? Isn’t it too fast?! They even

know each other just a week.”

Mrs. Arthur                : “They already mature. Don’t worry.”

Mr. Arthur                    : “It’s too rush, dear!”

Mrs. Arthur                : “Be silent please! I’ll text her to meet us

tomorrow.”

Then Catherine accepted the messade from Mrs. Arthur. She

stressed out, and Alice read that message, made Alice’s mind be
worse and reach the worst.

Alice                    : “Hey! Now it’s my chance I could meet

him! Please, I wanna go with you!”

Catherine              : “I already made a promise with Edward

too, I’ll refuse this.”

Alice                    : “Choose the most important sis. Remember

our mom.”

Catherine              : “But...  Yes I know. But don’t come

please.”

Alice                  : “Why?  I must protect you. I think it’s too

rush, so it  will be  better if I go too. See you I’m  sleepy!”

Catherine can’t do anything. Then she sent a message to

Edward  that made Edward so angry.

Edward            : “(Read a message) “Edward, I’m so sorry that

I can’t meet you tomorrow. Suddenly  Victor’s parents wanted
me to encounter their family. We still have the other
chances.  Forgive me Edward.”  “(With mad) Oh! They always
break my chance to say that I love    her very much! I hate
them!”

Next day would be a catastrophe for Victor and Catherine. The

truth would be revealed. Alice was the one that was being hurt
the most. Finally, the most unexpected day had come…
Mrs. Arthur      : “I can’t wait. I was dreaming if Catherine
would be my daughter in law. Oh, so nice!”

Victor                  : “Mom, let me explain something…”

Mrs. Arthur                : “You can no longer to have her as your wife

right? Be patient.”

Mr. Arthur                    : “Why you always cut someone’s words

when he is talking?”

Mrs. Arthur                : “And why you always critic me? You don’t
love me anymore?”

Mr. Arthur                    : “Don’t think negative. You are the one and
only. Hey look, they are coming!”

Catherine looked so afraid. And when Alice looked at Victor,

she got surprised.

Alice                                    : “Victor, so the guy is you…”

Victor                  : “No, I…”

Alice                : “Enough! You’re liar! And you Catherine,

you’re a traitor! I won’t believe you again!”

Catherine            : “Sis, forgive me! I don’t love him!”

Alice                    : “Big liar!”

Alice cried and left them behind. She didn’t believe Victor or
Catherine. At home, Alice and Catherine didn’t talk each other.
Whenever Catherine tried to apologize, Alice always blamed
and left Catherine. Alice didn’t answer Victor’s call too.
Everything was in crash. Finally, one day Edward called Alice,
and because Alice was too tired to face it, she answered that
call.

Alice                    : “What do you want?”

Edward          :  “Don’t be mad, listen to me Alice. Catherine

was so depressed. She doesn’t love Victor. It was a
miscommunication between both of you.”

Alice                    : “Why didn’t she tell the truth from the first
time?”

Edward                : “She is afraid it will shock you. She waits

until the right time.”

Alice                    : “Too late, her ways are wrong. It makes

me sick of her.”
Edward “YOU”RE SO STUBBORN ALICE! We need to talk at
Rainbow Park tomorrow. It’s up to you,I just wanna help you to
solve this, it’s your fault if you don’t come, bye!”

Alice      : “ Ed, Edward…”

Actually, Mr. And Mrs. Arthur, Victor, Catherine, and Edward

have made plans before. All of them came to Rainbow Park.
They ordered Edward to call just for provoke Alice. The final
conflict began on the next day.

Victor   : “Mom, Dad, Catherine, Edward, just hide here.”

All  : “Okay.”

Alice was coming. Victor came from behind her.

Alice      : “Where is Edward?”

Victo  : “I’m here, my beloved one.”

Alice                    : “So Edward trapped me? I won’t hear

anything from you.”

Victor                  : “(Hold Alice’s hands) Alice, you’re the

only one I love, no one can replace you. My parents  have
agreed our relationship, cause you’re the daughter of my dad’s
friend too. It’s  click.”

Alice                                      : “Are you serious?”

Mr. Arthur                    : “Sure, Alice. I think you’re the best for

Victor. Victor have told many things about you. And.I know, no
one can love someone under pressure from their parents.”

Mrs. Arthur                : “I know your mom had 2 daughters. But I

don’t know that you are the one. Victor is lucky.to have you,
honey. Please forgive him.”

Victor                  : “Will you marry me, Alice?”

Alice                    : “(Froze for a while)…… It’s my dream,

Victor. I love you.”

Victor                    : “I love you too, thanks Alice.”

Mr. Arthur            : “Oh so sweet! Like our stories when we

were young, mom.”

Mrs. Arthur            : “Stop. I’m shy!”

Alice                                  : “Catherine, my deepest sorry. I’m too
stubborn, I’m so proud to have a sister like you. I  love you,
thanks for all.”

Catherine                        : “You’re very welcome sis. I’m so happy

you’ll get married! I wish there is a guy come to.me later like
Victor.”

Edward                              : “Don’t you realize it? The guy is here.”

Catherine                        : “Here? Where?”

Edward                              : “It’s me Catherine!!! I love you from the

first time we meet!”

Catherine                        : “You’re kidding!”

Edward                : “No, it’s my real feeling for you! Should I

shout here so anyone would know that I love  you?!”

Catherine                        : “Don’t! Don’t! Stop it!”

Edward              : “So, would you be my girlfriend? One day,

I’ll prove that I can make you happy more than.Victor had done
for Alice! Yeah I will! You love me, don’t you?”

Catherine                        : “It’s a stupid question. Of course I do.”

Alice                    : “Yeaaay, congrats sista! Your wish come

true!”

Victor                  : “Longlast bro!”

Mr. Arthur                    : “I want to say something too. I love you

mom, don’t ever leave me.”

Mrs. Arthur  : “We will be together until the death come. You’re
the best dad!”

Then all of them had met theirs partner life. They lived happily
ever after. Love is destiny. Believe that God have prepared the
best for you. A kind man for a kind woman, so do something that
useful and always be grateful in this life!
Short Story
 Three Questions
It once occurred to a certain king, that if he always knew the right time to
begin everything; if he knew who were the right people to listen to, and whom
to avoid; and, above all, if he always knew what was the most important thing
to do, he would never fail in anything he might undertake.

And this thought having occurred to him, he had it proclaimed throughout his
kingdom that he would give a great reward to any one who would teach him
what was the right time for every action, and who were the most necessary
people, and how he might know what was the most important thing to do.

And learned men came to the King, but they all answered his questions
differently.

In reply to the first question, some said that to know the right time for every
action, one must draw up in advance, a table of days, months and years, and
must live strictly according to it. Only thus, said they, could everything be
done at its proper time. Others declared that it was impossible to decide
beforehand the right time for every action; but that, not letting oneself be
absorbed in idle pastimes, one should always attend to all that was going on,
and then do what was most needful. Others, again, said that however
attentive the King might be to what was going on, it was impossible for one
man to decide correctly the right time for every action, but that he should have
a Council of wise men, who would help him to fix the proper time for
everything.

But then again others said there were some things which could not wait to be
laid before a Council, but about which one had at once to decide whether to
undertake them or not. But in order to decide that, one must know beforehand
what was going to happen. It is only magicians who know that; and, therefore,
in order to know the right time for every action, one must consult magicians.

Equally various were the answers to the second question. Some said, the
people the King most needed were his councillors; others, the priests; others,
the doctors; while some said the warriors were the most necessary.

To the third question, as to what was the most important occupation: some
replied that the most important thing in the world was science. Others said it
was skill in warfare; and others, again, that it was religious worship.

All the answers being different, the King agreed with none of them, and gave
the reward to none. But still wishing to find the right answers to his questions,
he decided to consult a hermit, widely renowned for his wisdom.

The hermit lived in a wood which he never quitted, and he received none but
common folk. So the King put on simple clothes, and before reaching the
hermit's cell dismounted from his horse, and, leaving his body-guard behind,
went on alone.
When the King approached, the hermit was digging the ground in front of his
hut. Seeing the King, he greeted him and went on digging. The hermit was
frail and weak, and each time he stuck his spade into the ground and turned a
little earth, he breathed heavily.

The King went up to him and said: "I have come to you, wise hermit, to ask
you to answer three questions: How can I learn to do the right thing at the
right time? Who are the people I most need, and to whom should I, therefore,
pay more attention than to the rest? And, what affairs are the most important,
and need my first attention?"

The hermit listened to the King, but answered nothing. He just spat on his
hand and recommenced digging.

"You are tired," said the King, "let me take the spade and work awhile for
you."

"Thanks!" said the hermit, and, giving the spade to the King, he sat down on
the ground.

When he had dug two beds, the King stopped and repeated his questions.
The hermit again gave no answer, but rose, stretched out his hand for the
spade, and said:

"Now rest awhile-and let me work a bit."

But the King did not give him the spade, and continued to dig. One hour
passed, and another. The sun began to sink behind the trees, and the King at
last stuck the spade into the ground, and said:

"I came to you, wise man, for an answer to my questions. If you can give me
none, tell me so, and I will return home."

"Here comes some one running," said the hermit, "let us see who it is."

The King turned round, and saw a bearded man come running out of the
wood. The man held his hands pressed against his stomach, and blood was
flowing from under them. When he reached the King, he fell fainting on the
ground moaning feebly. The King and the hermit unfastened the man's
clothing. There was a large wound in his stomach. The King washed it as best
he could, and bandaged it with his handkerchief and with a towel the hermit
had. But the blood would not stop flowing, and the King again and again
removed the bandage soaked with warm blood, and washed and rebandaged
the wound. When at last the blood ceased flowing, the man revived and asked
for something to drink. The King brought fresh water and gave it to him.
Meanwhile the sun had set, and it had become cool. So the King, with the
hermit's help, carried the wounded man into the hut and laid him on the bed.
Lying on the bed the man closed his eyes and was quiet; but the King was so
tired with his walk and with the work he had done, that he crouched down on
the threshold, and also fell asleep--so soundly that he slept all through the
short summer night. When he awoke in the morning, it was long before he
could remember where he was, or who was the strange bearded man lying on
the bed and gazing intently at him with shining eyes.

"Forgive me!" said the bearded man in a weak voice, when he saw that the
King was awake and was looking at him.

"I do not know you, and have nothing to forgive you for," said the King.

"You do not know me, but I know you. I am that enemy of yours who swore to
revenge himself on you, because you executed his brother and seized his
property. I knew you had gone alone to see the hermit, and I resolved to kill
you on your way back. But the day passed and you did not return. So I came
out from my ambush to find you, and I came upon your bodyguard, and they
recognized me, and wounded me. I escaped from them, but should have bled
to death had you not dressed my wound. I wished to kill you, and you have
saved my life. Now, if I live, and if you wish it, I will serve you as your most
faithful slave, and will bid my sons do the same. Forgive me!"

The King was very glad to have made peace with his enemy so easily, and to
have gained him for a friend, and he not only forgave him, but said he would
send his servants and his own physician to attend him, and promised to
restore his property.

Having taken leave of the wounded man, the King went out into the porch and
looked around for the hermit. Before going away he wished once more to beg
an answer to the questions he had put. The hermit was outside, on his knees,
sowing seeds in the beds that had been dug the day before.

The King approached him, and said:

"For the last time, I pray you to answer my questions, wise man."

"You have already been answered!" said the hermit, still crouching on his thin
legs, and looking up at the King, who stood before him.

"How answered? What do you mean?" asked the King.

"Do you not see," replied the hermit. "If you had not pitied my weakness
yesterday, and had not dug those beds for me, but had gone your way, that
man would have attacked you, and you would have repented of not having
stayed with me. So the most important time was when you were digging the
beds; and I was the most important man; and to do me good was your most
important business. Afterwards when that man ran to us, the most important
time was when you were attending to him, for if you had not bound up his
wounds he would have died without having made peace with you. So he was
the most important man, and what you did for him was your most important
business. Remember then: there is only one time that is important-- Now! It is
the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power.
The most necessary man is he with whom you are, for no man knows whether
he will ever have dealings with any one else: and the most important affair is,
to do him good, because for that purpose alone was man sent into this life!"