《A Skazka》


 The explorer and the beast

    Once upon a time, there was an explorer who traveled all the lands: he passed through the great green forest; passed wide and lengthy plains; passed big and steep mountains and small and shallow hills.


    He went off one day to explore the plains. He climbed over an ordinaryhill and found a hole in the middle of the hill that goes down, down, down. He wondered, ''What use is a hole, in these lands, if it does not have treasure.


    The travelerknotted a rope to a tree and the rope and he went down into the hole. ''Anyone here'', screamed he, ''I have come to seek fortune.''


    Dingitydang! Bingitybang! Bang! Bang! ''Explorer!'' said a beast, ''I shall have you for dinner, so wait for your death in four hours!''Dingitydang! Bingitybang! Bang! Bang!


    The explorer; unafraid, followed after the sound of the beast, for he explored the great green forest, the wide and lengthy plains, the big and steep mountains and small and shallow hills.


    The beast stood amidst the cave and said: ''Sweet dinner! The prey so large that it will be eaten by my thousandth bite.''


    The explorerknew of no beast that would call something smallerthan itself large; andneeds to bite a thousand times to eat upitsprey.


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    The explorer was piqued by the beasts queerness; bravely, he looked at the beast''s feet; however, he saw feet of a rat. He then looked at the body of the beast;however, he saw a body of a rat. He looked no farther at the beast. The explorer learned that the beast was no beast, but a rat.


    He silentlywent back to his spotand waited for the four-hour time up to end.


    Dingity dang! Bingitybang! Bum! Bum! The beast hid behind a wall and said: ''Your time has come explorer; now, lay down with your back facing the ceiling, and be good, or you will be in a lot of pain when I munch your pity life.''


    The explorer without a fuss did as he was told, which made the beast full of triumph. It crawled towards the explorer, and said; "Dingity dang! Bingitybang! Bum! Bum!"


    The beast came nearer and nearer to the explorer, its steps sounded less than steps, and more of a voice. Finally, the tooth of the beast came on top of the explorer''s head, readying itself to slay the explorer, and eat its fill with a happy ever after.


    The explorer; however,showed his true colors when he snatched the beast off his head with his bare hands and held it up in front of his face and said: ''You are no beast, but a rat.''


    The rat turned pale from theturn of events; nevertheless, the explorer couldn''t see it as the rat face was covered with fur.


    ''Mercy!'' said the rat, ''Please, piles of treasure will all be yours, and my life in servitudeto you.''


    The explorer ignoredthe rats begging, as the language ofrats is a tricky thing; therefore, he twisted the rat''s neck, cracked its bones, and dropped it to the ground.


    The explorerfound precious treasurebehind the rat lair and a staircase that led to the surface. The explorer became a rich merchant that lived happily ever after.

 The Sheep and the Merchant boy

    A sheep passes through fields of green grasslands, munching down bits and its of grass, and drinking water from crystal clear ponds. It then passes by men with hoes, who are cultivating munchy carrots, juicy cucumbers, and chewy cabbages.


    Once upon a time, the sheep enter a city full of humans. The appearance of the sheep gains the attention of a street boy. ''Sheep, sheep!'' calls the boy, ''Can I harvest your wool?''


    ''Have the wool on my arms,'' replies the sheep. The street boy cuts the wool off and thanks for its kindness.


    The street boy isn''t done with the sheep, as it asks if he can have the rest of wool; unfortunately for the boy, the sheep says it needs the rest of the wool for when winter starts in five months.


    ''Winter?'' the boy questions, ''By the time winter starts, all your wool will grow back.'' The sheep trump by the boy''s logic and lets the boy cut all its wool.


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    ''Now I look at you,'' states the sheep, ''I question your need for my wool when you already have clothing over your body.'' ''Your wool will be sold for a month worth of money for food,'' says the boy. ''Food?'' questions the sheep, ''Why buy food when your feet are on it.'' The sheep kneels and munches a mouthful of grass.


    The boy explains that humans can''t eat grass as they have a different diet. ''Fine,'' the sheep nods in agreement, ''then what about the men who are cultivating munchy carrots, juicy cucumbers, and chewy cabbages?''


    ''Those men are farmers; however, I am a merchant,'' says the boy. The sheep is trump again by the boy''s logic; nevertheless, it asks one last question, ''Why is it that four months of growing of wool is going to equate only a month of food for you?''


    The boy nods at the sheep''s reasoning and replies, ''You and I are not the same; therefore, you and I can''t be satisfied with the same things; as one is a boy and the other is a sheep.''


    The two farewelled and walk their separate ways happily ever after.

 The far, far, far away dragon

    Once upon a time there lived an angry dragon who lived to eat everything there was to be and there was to come.


    One day the colossal dragon flapped its black wings and it flew by stars and planets of various sizes, colors, and even shapes.


    There were stars in the universe that made others stars look like dust, and stars that small as molecules. The dragon ate the biggest and smallest stars, much like how an adult human eats both sweets and vegetables.


    Far, far, far away from the dragon there was a planet called earth by some and not called anything by others. It was what some thought to be the only place where things lived. The humans there viewed the night sky the same as the past, plentiful of twinkling stars. Little did they know, a dragon was on its way.


    The lives of humans and animals continued. Animals slept, ate, and shit. And humans had meat cooked, vegetables fried, and delicious chocolate-chip cookies baked. All were ignorant of the hungry dragon that will soon end them with a clap of its mouth.


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    The dragon was eating millions of stars, and would continue to until it satisfied its hunger. You should know that this is a paradox of a statement, as all stars knew very well, that the dragon¡¯s hunger was not a cycle of hunger and satisfaction, but one that only had hunger lingering.


    Humans thought that they were all alone in the Milky Way, in the galaxy, and in space in its entirety with their intellect. The dragon they weren¡¯t aware of, will destroy this belief of theirs,  both literally and figuratively.


    If you stood in North America, you would see an expanding light in the sky. And if you weren¡¯t there, you would still hear an increasingly loud rumble.


    Birds started to dash and bash in the sky. Animals from tigers to rabbits whimpered. And sea animals and creatures screeched. While humans were eating their chocolate-chip cookies with much satisfaction. Unaware that they will soon be the chocolate chip cookie. Dipped in fire breath, and chomped, munched and swallowed by a hungry dragon.

 A red pool, A scarlet flower field

    The two archers stood facing each other in a field of flowers. The field was encircled by a horizon of tight nit trees.


    The archers stood in silence. Their fight ends now, neither planned to run.


    Their waiting bore fruit, the night had ended, and the sun was shy from peeking.


    The archers pulled out their bows from their back. Knocking the arrows in position.


    The sunshine blasted its light onto the flower field. The sun lit up the flowers. The flower¡¯s color glowed red, the field of flowers become a massive pool of blood. The archers seemingly fountains of blood. The fight was a blood debt.


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    The archers pulled their bows to the sky, together the archers released the arrows.


    Now they waited.


    The arrows flew up, and up and up, and then loosing all strength. The arrows flopped down. They picked-up speed like vultures in the sky, sky nosing down. The arrows were for blood.


    The archers waited standing still. Their bodies planted into the ground, they only swayed to the wind like the scarlet flowers that surrounded them.


    The arrows swooshing down, their prey were the largest two flowers. Their tips struck target.


    The archers¡¯ heads bloomed and together the field of flowers bloomed . The archers fingers bloomed loosened and theirs bows plotted down onto the earth.


    The eyes lost light and the bodies stood unmoving. A strong current blew, and the giant flowers were stomped.


    The blood pool waves stopped. The fountains were no more, the waves were no more.


    Only now is the red field of flowers and the trees surrounded it.

 A red city

    The match in the sky faded. The only light was the silver mirror.


    The streets emptied ¨C doors slamming shut.


    A half dozen men in robes walked the concrete roads. The steps echoed.


    ¡°Cluck, cluck, cluck.¡±


    The night wind flattered and flapped the men¡¯s robes.


    The men in robes came to a stop. Across them were a mirror image of men in robes.


    Now they waited.


    Huddled steps echoed and more men in robes came out.


    Echoes came to a stop. The streets rumbled of quakes and shook and tore apart the earth. The street lifted off to the sky.


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    The men in robes took their stand. The ground as soon as it went black, it went green. The men in robes were surrounded by a bamboo forest.


    The men lifted an arm to the sky and a leg stepped forward. A dance started to form.


    And all the bamboo ripped off the ground. The danced continued. The bamboos unwrapped out of its bark.


    Stones and sticks formed into Chinese houses.


    The men in robes now surrounded by an red ancient Japan.


    Quickly laughs and cheers broke out. Children ran around and passing the men in robes.


    Their dance does not stop.


    Children lifted their arms up. The hands released thousands of lamps into the sky. A thousand new stars joined the starry night.


    An ancient beat thomped the earth.


    The children left the street. The road shook and took off into the sky.


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    A boy bounced his basketball down the street. He walked the path to the park. He walked pass a group of Japanese men and women in shirts and pants.


    The boy stared at the strange dance that was happening. An arm to the sky and a leg stepped forward.


    A sudden light crash echoed out the park. Birds took off to the sky.


    The boy forgot about the dance and ran to his friends to play some basketball.

 Not a Spider

    I sat bored surrounded by kids. I was holding my cream cheese ham sandwich. I took a bite in, the taste and texture was fantastic. It was a delicious lunch.


    I was surrounded by kids. My kids. They were part of my group. I was a summer camp counselor, and they were my campers.


    We were in the middle of a tennis court. The sun was burning hot. We sat in a tree¡¯s shade. We were all snuggled in the shade, avoiding the summer heat.


    ¡°Everyone remember to drink water,¡± I reminded. It was absolutely important for them to drink water. Otherwise they wouldn¡¯t last a second playing tennis in the hot sun.


    Besides my group was another camp group. I was in charge of the kids of ages eight to eleven, and he the ages of twelve to fourteen. We had it all figured. I heard him echo my water reminder..


    At the periphery of my vision I spotted a moving object. I mindlessly stared at it. My eyes slowly focused on it. It was a spider.


    I was once afraid of spiders. But then something happened.


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    My dad is what you would call mysterious, and he wasn¡¯t bluffing. He was special, or he defined what special was to me. He was super smart, had the iq of a scientist. And was a computer programmer, and entrepreneured.


    When I was little and really mad. I would run into my room and lock it. I was usually mad at my mom. My mom was insensitive. She could never see the world as I saw. And she parented me in hopes she will one day change me to see her world. I still can¡¯t after all this time.


    My mom was a fool. She defined what a fool was.


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    It was cruel to think these thoughts. Hey this story was never meant to be about my parents. It was supposed to be about a spider.


    Where was I. Right, I was afraid of spiders, but then I wasn''t.


    My mom would scream, scream, and bash a spider as hard as she could. Whenever I saw a spider, I would run to my mom and scream, ¡°Spider!¡±


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    Now, my dad did it differently. One day he saw me screaming, ¡°spider!¡± He gave me a strange look. It was a look he started giving me early on. My dad was very experienced in life. And I always felt he brought me to his world whenever he looked at me like that.


    He walked to the spider and kneeled down, he gently called me over. He said, ¡°Its just spider.¡± I quivered behind him.


    He told me a story of a game he played. He would find a spider, and take apart a single spider leg at a time like a flower bud until there was no leg. He grabbed the spider and played out the story. I was mystified. I was no longer afraid of spiders that day.


    Well, that¡¯s not exactly how it went. The next day the memory vanished and life went on. I forgot the spider and the game my dad played.


    Years go on. My hair grows, and then I cut. My arms can reach further. My punches can hurt harder. My body grew, but my mind was the same. I was slow to learn things were not the same.


    A punch when I was five can now do a bit of hurtin. I sometimes still don¡¯t know what I am.


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    When I first started working at a summer camp, it was my first week, I was in charge of my first group of kids. We sat at the gym which acted as our dinner and play room. I was watching over my group along with the rest of the counselors. We were taking a break to eat lunch. I noticed a group of boys screaming in excitement at the side. My curiosity was piqued.


    I walked over. I passed kid after kid. Nodding along until I arrived at my destination. The kids were screaming at a spider.


    An idea possessed me, a story could be made. ¡°What are you boys up to?¡± All the kids start laughing and pointing at the spider. Their words jumbled out.


    I got down. And my arms moved on their own. My thumb and pointing finger snapped onto the spider. It was bizarre. But an old memory flashed. And I understood. It was just a spider. It was held between my fingers, so weak and powerless.


    A bug was never meant to be held like this. It was not part of their nature and history. The usual story goes like this, a spider is held by a creature, it dies.


    All the kids were asking how I was holding the spider. I faced them the same eye my dad once faced me. And spoke the same words my dad told me. It was not me that was talking. It was an idea possessing my body, and giving in for a mission.


    That day spiders were no longer spiders. I ripped apart their fabric and saw through their material. I knew their secret. There was no longer a spider secret.


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    Then whenever an opportunity came, I would share the idea of spiders that possessed me. It was a natural thing. The very next week, with a new group of kids.


    We were all standing outside on the soccer field. One of the older kids was running away from his friend. A fellow counselor and I walked over to take a look at what was happening. The friend was holding a spider.


    I asked him to pass me the spider. It felt so small in my hands. Yet to the kid who was running, it was a big monster chasing him down. Kids started forming a circle around us. All the kids had a face of wonder. My attitude sparked on to them.


    Words came out my mouth. It was so easy to form the words, because I all of it was true. ¡°It''s just a spider.¡± I chose a kid, ¡°Come here.¡± My fellow counselor did not have the same spark as the kids, he was glancing at me a strange eye and made sure to keep his distance.


    The kid walked over. ¡°It¡¯s so small. Look at it, it can¡¯t do anything. And before their eyes, I started to rip one leg apart, then the next leg, until there was no leg. ¡°It can¡¯t feel anything.¡± A kid''s voice reflected, ¡°anything?¡±


    I threw the spider into the air. The wind carried it away. Everyone dispersed, my fellow counselor was still lookink at me wierd, ¡°That was odd.¡± I apologetically smiled, and just nodded along.


    The next day, one of the kids brought over a spider and then ran off.


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    Sometimes I would have a group of kids for two weeks and not do the spider stunt.


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    I stared mindlessly, a whisper voiced, ¡°And the itsy bitsy spider.¡±

 Screaming World Riddle

    He was at a halloween party. He was joined by his close friends. His friend, Jake, stared blankly at another group. I was playing with my fingers, trying to entertain myself. I decided to poke my finger in the ants hole.


    ¡°What are you thinking Jake?¡± I asked. His friend faced him with a wicked smirk. His friend¡¯s face told the world that he knew something that no one else did. ¡°Say it already,¡± I implored. He always did this when he cracked himself up with some idea.


    Our banter started pulling the attention of the rest of our friends. Everyone knew Jake pretty well. Jake had charisma. His charisma is not always present. It only blooms when Jake has something interesting to say.


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    ¡°Do you guys know the screaming world riddle?¡± No one did, but he knew too well to know any less.


    ¡°The riddle goes like this.¡±


    ¡°Everyone. And I mean every person in the world is screaming. But, here is the thing. They can¡¯t scream in front of you. And I mean you as you.¡±


    ¡°So you''re saying outside of this building everyone is screaming.¡± someone inquired. He slowly stood up, ¡°Sure¡±. Jake fiddled with his pockets and pulled out his pack of smokes. He looked at the door and back at us. ¡°I am going to take a quick smoke.¡±


    He left the rest of us with the riddle. One of the girls tried lighting up the mood, ¡°Hey, it wouldn¡¯t matter if the world was screaming or not, my kids would probably be screaming either way.¡±


    Another friend said something that was on my mind. ¡°This riddle has matrix vibes.¡± I grunted in agreement. And added, ¡°The riddle would still hold true even if you are not the only person who is not screaming.¡± His skin froze up at his own words.

 family dinner

    ¡°Kid¡¯s Help me with dinner!¡± Christine yelled in the kitchen.


    ¡°Com''n mother!¡± The younger child Simon stormed. ¡°Mother let me!¡±


    ¡°Oh child. No, today will be your sister¡¯s turn.¡±


    A young girl shyly entered the room.


    Dad sat ready on the chair. He cried, ¡°Oh sweety, your dressed so pretty.¡± A rose like dress adorned the girl. And a sparkly blue ribbon fitted on her baby blond hair.


    ¡°Daddy!¡± ¡°But you are darling.¡±


    Mother yelled behind the counter, ¡°Sweety its time!¡± The girl skipped her way.


    The mother commanded ¡°Hold this apple, Olivia. Make sure to hold it very tightly,¡± Olivia nodded, ¡°ya ha.¡±.


    ¡°Oki in you go girl.¡± Olivia walked inside a metal door. Holding the apple very tightly. The mother shut the door close.


    Dad called out, ¡°Start the thing!¡±


    The young Simon forgotten his rejection and cheerily yelled, ¡°This is going to be so good!¡±


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    Mother pressed the start button.


    ¡°Simon help me with the plates.¡±


    Simon took the three plates from his mother hands and neatly placed them down on the table. Next, he took 3 silver knives and forks. And placed them along the plates. ¡°All done! Anything else mom!¡± ¡°No, that¡¯s all Simon.¡±


    A sudden scream burst. Everyone turns their heads to the metal door. ¡°Our sweet baby is turning out amazing.¡± The mother said, ¡°I am so proud of her.¡±


    The scream did not stop. It yelled and yelled, not muffled by the metal door. Suddenly the scream stopped. Simon yelled, ¡°Mother Olivia is ready,¡± ¡°No, no, give it another minute.¡±


    An aroma spread out the kitchen. It was a meaty smell. A tit of oil and a tat of blood. All eyes hungrily stared at the metal door


    ¡°Mother, Olivia is ready.¡± ¡°Lets see!¡±


    Christine adorned a pair of pink muffins with bunny embroidery. She pushes the metal door open. ¡°She turned out great!¡± Christine squealed. Her cheeks red in excitement.


    Everyone hovered over. ¡°Back up everyone, lets grab her out.¡± The mother took hold of her daughter and placed her down on the diner table.


    Everyone took a hold of their forks and knives. Dad sliced off the left ear. He gobbled it down.


    Simon went for the left breast. He gobbled the meat and it melted in his mouth.


    Christine cut her girl hands holding the apple she handed to her. ¡°Its so perfect. I am so proud of you.¡±


    The family of three ate almost everything. Everyone full on their stomach. The father asked, ¡°Who is going to eat the left ass cheek.¡± ¡°I am so full dad.¡±


    The father confidently yelled, ¡°I know you can do it!¡± Simon hesitantly picked up what was left of his sister.¡± Fine.¡± he whispered. Simone closed his eyes and slowly chewed down the meat. ¡°Ah you know good food taste still amazing when full.¡±