Sword of Fury – Chapter III, Part 7

February 9, 2016 § Leave a comment

The weapons found their way into the hands of several top fighters, who became dramatically more powerful as a result. What ensued were numerous bloody battles to claim possession of these weapons. The weapons eventually scattered across the continent; their whereabouts became a big mystery in the pugilistic world.

“One of the Five Weapons,” said Jin looking at the object held in his hand, “somehow ended up in my ancestor’s possession. It was a guarded family secret for many generations, until the info was leaked recently. We have been pursued by people who want their hands on it.”

“So your wounds were inflicted by those pursuers?” Daichin asked.

“You are correct.”


February 5, 2016 § Leave a comment

I am told of a story
From long, long ago
About a young girl
Whose beauty surpasses the orchid.
Her name is Pocahontas,
A daughter of the Powhatan.

She is callow and pure,
Void of pain and worries.
All the tribal men fall in love with her,
But none could win over her heart
For she has yet to know love.

One day, her smile suddenly fades
As she stares at a distant land
From atop a towering cliff.
She has indeed fallen in love
With an outsider named John Smith.

It’s a tragic tale of unrequited love,
between two of different worlds,
that brings them worldly sorrows
and endless pain.

When her father learns of her heartache,
he is angry and enraged.
No daughter of Powhatan should fall in love with an outsider.
No outsider can betray his precious daughter’s heart.

The warriors of the land are summoned
To apprehend the fiend.
But Pocahontas pleads for her lover’s life
For her pain is self-inflicted
And pity has no place in love.

In exchange for Captain Smith’s life,
She will again be…..a swallow in a yehakin.

~all poems are archived at STORYTERRA.COM

Mother Stork

February 1, 2016 § Leave a comment

Mother stork works at night
to feed her kids two meals a day

She falls off a soft branch,
And haplessly drowns in a rich man’s pond.

Dear sir:

If you do net me in,
Please cook me with water wholesome.

Don’t use mud from the pond,
And leave young storks’ hearts glum.

~More folk poems at STORYTERRA.COM

When Heaven Cries – Part XI

January 27, 2016 § Leave a comment

When they entered the kitchen, they saw the young girl trying to escape through the window. One of the men aimed his gun at her and was about to shoot, when Min rushed in and attempted to grab the gun from him. He tried to shrug her off but she refused to let go his hand. His comrade came to his aid. He knocked her down with his AK-47.

Three gunshots were fired. The bullets pierced though Min’s body; blood infiltrated her garment. Even as she was in her last breath, she took a peek at the window and saw the girl safely through. At this, she smiled.

“I was not able to save my son then, but today I found redemption. I can finally die in peace.”

~Read the complete story at STORYTERRA.COM.

When Heaven Cries – Part X

January 22, 2016 § Leave a comment

The next morning, there was a thunderous knocking at the door. Min told the girl to hide in the kitchen before proceeding to open the door. Two armed men, wearing armbands of The Resistance, charged into the house.

“What is your business here?” Min asked.

“One of the regime’s dogs escaped from her cell last night. Have you seen anyone suspicious?”

“I did not see anyone last night, but feel free to search the house.”

The two men were about to conduct a search of the house, but decided against it at the last minute.

“If you see any suspicious person, report to us at once.”

The two men turned toward the exit door to take their leave. At that moment, they heard a sound coming from the kitchen. The two turned back and moved to the sound’s direction.

When Heaven Cries – Part IX

January 21, 2016 § Leave a comment

Min’s life continued in a state of malaise until one fateful night. She was sleeping in her room when she heard a sound coming from the kitchen. Thinking it may have been caused by the neighbor’s cat, she went into the kitchen to check things out. What she discovered was quite shocking. A young girl was eating the leftovers in her kitchen. Her clothing was dirty and her body was full of scratches and bruises. In her eyes, she saw a hungry and terrified girl. Min came up beside her and gave her a warm embrace. The girl’s fear dissipated and her eyes were overcome with tears.

While the girl took a bath and changed into her benefactor’s old clothes, Min prepared a hot meal for her. The way the girl ate reminded her of her son. How I wish you were still here, she thought. During this whole time, the girl did not speak a word. When Min asked what happened to her, her face turned pale displaying a frightened look. Min refrained from pressing further, not wanting to agonize her. That night, the two shared a bed like a mother and her daughter. Seeing the little girl soundly asleep brought joys to Min’s heart. She had not felt this way since her son’s death.

Could this girl be a gift from Heaven to make up for her son’s loss?

When Heaven Cries – Part VIII

January 20, 2016 § Leave a comment

Two years later…

The unrest in Min’s country was at a boiling point. All the anti-government factions, including most of the bandit groups, had formed a movement called The Resistance. As part of their propaganda to win the people’s hearts and minds, the group imposed new codes of conduct which prohibited its members from raiding villages and killing cilivians indiscrimately.

The new strategy appeared to work in The Resistance’s favor. They were making significant territorial gains against the government. Min’s village was one of the towns that were taken over by the rebel group.

Two years after her son’s passing, Min had not gotten over his death. She still shed tears every time she passed by his picture on the altar. Min had lived these last two years without a purpose, because the two most important people in her life had left her. Everyone in the village was concerned about her. They would take turn checking on her to make sure she won’t do something regrettable.


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