Short Story: The Village of Kindness

The children in the village learn from a young age to be kind. “No” means no, it’s ok to be angry but not hurtful, allow extra time when travelling to allow for interruptions.

They learn this from their elders, their peers, their juniors, through explicit instruction, through observation, through experience. And when everyone is kind, it is easy to follow the crowd.

But there are outsiders who see their kindness as an opportunity, and they come expecting a group of easily exploited pushovers.

The children in the village learn from a young age to be kind. Boundaries should be respected, a listening ear is available to all, protect one another.

The harder the outsiders pushes, the harder they push back.

~End~

Genre: slice of life

July stories: 19/21

Special Announcement: Maybe Psychic Complete

Some of you may be aware that I’ve been working on a Webtoon/webcomic with a friend.

At 5 parts, Maybe Psychic is now complete. You can check it out here or search us up in the Webtoon app. If you have an account it would be great if you can support us with a like or a comment 🙂

 

Blurb for Maybe Psychic:

‘All I have is two things. My name is Jonah, and I am a psychic.’

Jonah wakes to find his memories gone while helping his client find his missing niece. He doesn’t remember how to be a psychic, but his client is insistent, and well, it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?

NaNoWriMo 2018 Day 5

It’s day 5 of NaNoWriMo. I haven’t started writing for today yet, but so far, I think I’m doing ok.

It’s actually been a pleasure to be able to write a bunch of words without needing to care about quality. Not sure if I’m using the right word? Just write whatever I feel it might be and move on. Need to transition between scenes? Just brush it over with a few words (or a few hundred words. Gotta hit that word count).

I find that I’m doing a lot of discovery at the moment. Especially of my characters. The caring, motherly character I planned in my head, after I start putting her on paper, turns out to have a mischievous, sadistic streak who loves teasing interesting reactions out of people. The character I was considering taking out of the story is turning into quite the worrywart, worrying over things I originally thought the motherly character would worry about.

By the end of this mad exercise, I may only keep a quarter of what I write, or maybe even less, but I’m excited to see what gems I’ll find under all the nonsense l’ll be writing just to fill the word count.

All the best to everyone participating in NaNoWriMo. And remember. It doesn’t matter what you write, just that you do.

Have fun.

Love Letter from God: In Times of Trouble

My child,

In this world you will face troubles and tough times, but do not worry, for I am with you. I have placed tools in your life and positioned people in your path to help you. Listen to wise advice, and turn away from those who seek to pull you down.

Like gold refined in fire, these tough times will strengthen and perfect your character. Rest in me and give me your burdens. I will not give you more than you can handle.

Loving you in every moment,

God

 

I have told you these things, so that in me you may have peace. In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world. ~John 16:33

I Am Blessed

Not long ago, I celebrated my birthday with a party, and it was a day of warm, fuzzy feelings.

I am blessed to have family and friends willing to take the time to help make the party happen.

I am blessed to have friends willing to take the time to celebrate me.

I am blessed to have friends who care and know me enough to give me gifts I would actually love to use.

I’m recording this here because it’s easy to feel blessed and loved now while the memory is fresh, but there will be darker days in the future. Days when I think:

No one cares about me.

God has forgotten me.

When that happens, I can look back to this and remember that I am so loved, by people and by God.

If you have moments like this, I encourage you to write them down, because it’s easy to forget the good times when you need them most.