Short Story: The Mystery Behind the Red Box

A certain hacienda or village was full of people for it was their annual fiesta. Don Lucero, the owner of the hacienda provided everything to make the occasion alive, enjoyable, and anything that the people living therein could be happy about. Don LUcero’s generosity, kindness, helpfulness made him the favorite of the people.

In the kitchen were Tonto, the chef and overseer of the hacienda, Magayon, the assistant cook and house helper. While they were preparation foods for the fiesta, they overheard voices from the Big House balcony as if there’s a quarrel ongoing .

They rushed outside and saw Don Lucero pointing his right hand to Berto, another cook assistant and a houseboy who was about to hit don Lucero. They couldn’t clearly hear what the two are arguing about. Suddenly, Berto pushed Don Lucero over the veranda. Don Lucero fell headlong and hit his head on the boulder and he died instantly.

I Have Found It!

An explanation why I used the username of Nakitakona when I joined the Blogbourne writing site. That is the English translation of my username for the information of everybody here. “Na Kita Ko Na” is our local dialect which is equivalent to the expression used by a Greek mathematician Archimedes who shouted in excitement after finding a solution to his experiment. He raised his voice by saying, “Eureka!” That means “I have found it!”

I have been using Nakitakona in every online writing sites to reflect for myself how thankful I am, how grateful I am for joining such sites which I could in any way earn a penny for that matter. It is an opportunity for me to put my writing skill in action. I could apply it by sharing what comes to my mind, what prompts me to write to benefit my readers, my followers in doing so.

Have you not noticed that 13 is appended at the last of the said username I have? Thirteen is my lucky number. I never believe that number is unlucky. I would eliminate that superstition that 13 is doomed to be unfortunate and whoever has it would have a bad luck. It is a big lie. It is rationally a big mistake. By carrying that number in my life has given a lot of blessings which I have received. Besides, 13 is my birthdate. Therefore, I would take care of it and be proud of it too.

Short Story: Braving the 40 Sharp Knives

This is repost from Blogbourne with the same title, Short Story: Braving the 40 Sharp Knives. It was my entry in the writing contest on "40 Knives". It received the honourable mention award.

image by BlogBourne

Take a time to read it.

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The weather wasn’t good. The country was experiencing a heavy rain and a strong wind brought by a typhoon.

Mario Reyes just came home after 5 years of working abroad as a Software Engineer in a big company abroad. He threw a party for his friends as a thanksgiving. To thank them for their moral support, when he’s processing his working papers before. Mario by nature is friendly, generous and helpful. He grew up from a poor family of three. He was the youngest. His two siblings had already had their family. His parents, Nong Jose and Nang Liberty were already gone.

Mario or Mayok as his friend called him was a bachelor. He got two nephews to support. He provided them with their education. He’s too proud of his nephews who were professionals. The first was Bravo, 30 years old, employed as a high school teacher. And the second is Segundo, 25 years old, an accountant in a local commercial bank in the capital city. His nephews were good and well-mannered fellows just like him. Bravo and Segundo, though they’re single but they’re engaged to their fellow officemates.