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Short Story: Mother’s Day Card

Genre: family, slice of life
Ang pao: red packets given out during Chinese New Year

 

He had a card, a table-ful of crafts, and an instruction.

“Make a Mother’s Day card.”

He ignored the chatter of the other kids to focus on his card. Mummy was the best mummy in the world, so he would make the best card in the world.

He folded the card in half, because that was how cards looked like. Mummy liked oranges, so he drew a lot of oranges. Oranges made him think of ang paos, so he drew that too. Belatedly, he squeezed in a drawing of his family and the new dog.

“Your parents are here. Don’t forget to give your cards to your mothers.”

Finally, he ran out of blank spaces, and he wrote:

Happy Moder

Oh no.

Tears pricked at his eyes. It was too late to make a new card.

“What’s wrong?” Daddy asked.

He just stared down at his card.

“Oh darling, that looks wonderful,” Mummy said.

“I wrote it wrong,” he said, close to tears.

“I think it looks wonderful.”

He shook his head and grabbed the card to throw it away. Mummy placed a hand over his.

“May I take this?”

The card was already ruined. It didn’t matter anymore. He nodded.

Mummy smoothed the crumpled card and picked up the crayon he used. With the crayon, Mummy drew over the wrong words until it became a pretty ‘Happy Mother’s Day’. His eyes sparkled. Mummy could fix anything!

“How about that?” Mummy said.

“Mummy is amazing!”

“We’re just missing one thing.” Mummy handed him the crayon. “Your name.”

He wrote his name on the card and gave it to Mummy.

“Happy Mother’s Day!”

~End~

 

Happy Mother’s Day to all the mothers out there. May you be loved, treasured and empowered!

 

 

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Short Story: My Sun

You are my sun, and I your moon. No matter where you are, I will not turn my back on you.

You are my sun, and I the stars that pale in comparison to your brightness. You may not see me in the daytime, but in dark times, know that I will be there to shine the way.

“Should I be jealous that my husband is writing such sweet promises to another woman?” his wife said over his shoulder.

He pressed his lips to her hand.

“She is my sun, but you are my world. Without you, there is no us,” he said.

“Silly romantic. If our daughter is our sun, then we are the planets that orbit her. We have our own lives, but we will always be connected,” his wife said.

“Wonderful words.”

“Also, the moon always faces the earth, not the sun.”

“Shh… It’s called artistic licence. Just accept it with me.”

 

Genre: family
Response to the prompt astral.

Short Story: Wriggly Soil

Genre: fantasy

 

“Hey! Look at this.”

‘This’ was a clump of soil that wriggled whenever they spoke.

“Separate that from the rest and observe.”

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Things I learnt from Ouran and LOVE!: something a good parody needs

It’s not easy to parody genre clichés. People use clichés because they work. To create something to make fun of clichés requires an intimate knowledge of the genre and a creative mind, while at the same time weaving this ‘take that’s into an enjoyable story.

Ouran High School Host Club (Ouran for short) and Cute High Earth Defense Club Love! (Love! for short) are two series that parodies their genre and still entertains.

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God loves gays

And lesbians and bisexuals and homophobes and liars and thieves and murderers and psychopaths…

We’ve all heard John 3:16 at one point: “For God so loved the world…”. The world, as in the world and everything on it. That means everyone. Including homosexuals.

And.

God tells us to ‘love your neighbour as yourself’ (Matthew 22:39, Mark 12:31, Luke 10:27). Who is our neighbour? According to the Parable of the Good Samaritan (Luke 10:30-37), ‘neighbour’ pretty much means everyone. Including homosexuals.

But.

Just because you love homosexuals doesn’t mean you have to support gay marriage. You can love your parents/friends/siblings even though they take drugs, but that doesn’t have to mean that you have to support them taking drugs. Disagreeing with gay marriage is not a sign of homophobia. You’re just an individual expressing his/her right to have an opinion. What is homophobia is if you curse them or throw them out of your home/shop/hotel whatever only because they are homosexuals.

Sure, according to the Bible, homosexuality is a sin, but so is pride, sloth, mockery, lying, adultery, murder, being judgemental and so many other things. If serial killers or people who read porn can still be Christians, why not homosexuals? And according to the Bible, sex outside of marriage is considered adultery, that includes one night stands, friends-with-benefits, getting divorce and marrying someone else as if you’re changing clothes. In that case, a lot of people, especially in western countries, are adulterers, but they don’t have much problem going to church, I hope. Homosexuality is just another sin that’s blown way out of proportion. A person is not defined by their sexuality. I believe that a person’s personality is much more important.

So.

Christians, not all homosexuals will go to hell, just like how not all Christians will go to heaven. It’s our relationship with God that counts.

Homosexuals, don’t let your sexuality stop you from going to church. Those who do not accept you because you are homosexual are not expressing the boundless love God wants us to have. And those who disagree with gay marriage do not necessarily hate homosexuals.

I, although I disagree with gay marriage, do not hate homosexuals. I love them as much as everyone else. That means that if someone tells me that they’re homosexual, I treat them like a human being and learn more about them as an individual, just as I would anyone else.

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