Random Story To Tell

— If love does not know how to give and take without restriction, it is not love, but a transaction. —Emma Goldman

Edward Wellman bade goodbye to his family in the old country headed for a better life in America. Papa handed him the family’s savings hidden in a leather satchel. “Times are desperate here,” he said, hugging his son goodbye. “You are our hope.”

Edward boarded the Atlantic freighter offering free transport to young men Continue reading

The tale of Loku is applied to a large, ugly lizard which climbs to the rafters of houses and gives the peculiar cry that suggests its name. This lizard, although hideous, is harmless; it lives on centipedes. Its strange cry may be heard everywhere in the Philippine Islands.

Hundreds of years ago a very wicked king named Loku ruled the
Philippines. He was cruel and unjust, and condemned to death all who
refused to do his bidding. He had vast armies and made war on all until Continue reading

Early next morning, with Kinantan on his shoulder, Panjilaras went to town. He had promised his mother that he would not put himself in danger by telling the king and the false queen who he really was.

On the way they met their friend Tiger, who gave them a ride to the edge of the forest.

It was already noon when Panjilaras finally reached the town. How strange everything was to his eyes! The rows and rows of houses, the hundreds of people in the streets, the carts pulled by Continue reading

One fine morning a king was hunting in a thick forest. With his was his lovely queen and his faithful servant. For more than an hour the three wandered around, but not a single animal crossed their path.

Since the queen was with them, the two men could not ride very fast.

At last the king said, “My dear, would you mind staying here and wait for us until we come back? I’m sure we’ll have more luck if we go deeper into the forest, but I don’t want to get Continue reading

Feeling please with his morning’s work, he took up his basket and hummed to himself as he made his way back home. “I wouldn’t want to hurt her,” he thought, “but it would do her good to sit at the bottom of a cold, dark pit for just one night.”

The sound of the latch woke up his wife, who had been asleep all the morning in front of the stove.

“What time do you call this?” she demanded. “And look at the basket: it’s not Continue reading

She was such a big woman and Antipka was such a small, mild young man that he always got the worst of their arguments. And so to calm her down he said quietly, “If you would like to go picking cranberries, my dear, I’ll go indoors and do the washing-up and the housework.”

“That’s right,” shrieked his wife. “That’s you all over. Trust a man to choose the light work and send his poor wife off to break her back and catch her death of cold Continue reading