Once Upon A Time..

There was once a little girl, Katie, who lived in a little house in a faraway land.

Katie was beautiful. She had black hair that flowed opulently down her back. Her face was doll-like, with flawless skin and eyes that resembled shimmering opals. She was a quiet and shy child and no one could hardly hear her speak. But when she did, it was like magic. Such mellifluous voice could embrace anyone with so much warmth, that it could melt your heart. She was adorable, and she had the passion to sing.


And even though it seemed so picture-perfect, Katie was not happy at all. She was a poor orphan who lived with a stranger. The stranger was her saviour, because he was the one who pitied and sheltered her from the streets where the vicious war had left her, without a single relative.


The saviour went by the name of Mr. Jonkins. He was a stout old man, with calloused fingers that wobbled as he heaved himself about with a walking stick. He was as ancient as a grandfather clock and every step seeped energy out of him, making him breathless. Thus, he could not work. And so, Katie was his servant.


But Katie did not mind. In fact, she was delighted that she could repay his kindness by taking care of him. She was clad in dirty old rags that wrapped around her fine body, revealing her slender and feminine physique. She scrubbed at the tiles on the floor, washed the toilet, made the bed, and even massaged the old man every single day.

She was never bored and she never complained. All she did, was sing, while she did her chores. Her singing entertained the old man, and he often praised her. She was always as delighted at receiving his comments, as a kid receiving candy.


She promised herself that she would continue singing, so long as the old man lived.


But things took a dratic turn one day, when ......








To be continued.








Hey, I know it's pretty random to be story-telling here. But I've always wanted to share "self-created stories" in my blog. I'm not good at it, but I'll still try to improve.

The reason why I love stories so much is because it is very much like our Lives.
Stories are created with our own twists and ending. And our lives too are created with twists and ending. How we respond to each action in Life, determines the next chapter of the story.

All of our lives are stories yet to be completed. And it is definitely up to us, to decide what happens next.