Random Story To Tell

by Kostas Springfield

–”My father is a mirror in which I can only hope to catch a reflection of myself. He is the one I strive to model myself after.”–

“Where would we be right now if I did not have the restaurant? How else would I be able to provide for our family? Who would give me, a man without an education, a job?” My father would say these things whenever we had a father-to-son conversation. We would usually have these talks on car rise Continue reading

One day, there was a very old grandfather. His eyes were almost blind, deaf ears, and his knees trembled. As he sat at the table, he could not hold a spoon with the strong. He spilled soup onto the table. Besides that, the soup is often out back of the mouth.

Son and her son’s wife were upset because of it. Finally, they made the old man sitting in the corner behind the composition. They do not provide enough food in the bowl. He sat there and looked sadly into the table. Then Continue reading

When Panjilaras came back two weeks later, he found a tiny chicken near the snake. The egg had hatched at last.

“There’s your chicken, my boy,” said the snake, “and I’d be greatly surprised if it doesn’t turn out to be a cock.”

“Thank you, Auntie Snake, you’re the most beautiful snake in the world,” laughed Panjilaras. Gathering the small creature in his hands, he left the snake and ran home to show his mother his new Continue reading

The years went by and the boy grew up, strong and healthy. True to their promise to the fairies, the wild animals were friendly toward mother and son. Panjilaras learnt their language; he played with them and talked to them. He jumped around from branch to branch with the chattering monkeys, while gathering sweet fruit for his mother. He rode on the tiger’s back, and enjoyed himself on hot days swimming in the cool river with his mother and their animal friends. And Dewi Murti thought Continue reading

It was six o’clock. I was tired. It was time to go home. I didn’t like my homework in the shop. I often had headaches and my feet were always tired.

The streets were hot and busy. Everyone was going home. Their faces looked sad.

I passed a flower shop. It was dark and quiet. The flowers smelled sweet and their leaves were wet. I stopped. I looked in my purse. I had a little money. I went into the shop and bought a bunch of flowers.

At home, I put the flowers Continue reading

Little Yusuf liked sugar. He liked sugar so much that he ate up all the sugar in the sugar-pot every day. When his mother didn’t put sugar in the sugar-pot, Yusuf opened the cupboard and found the sugar bottle. It didn’t matter that he felt sick. He just ate as much sugar as he could find.

“Oh, Yusuf! What shall I do with you?” his mother cried. “Your teeth will fall out. Your stomach will fill up with worms.” But Yusuf kept eating sugar. When he Continue reading

Once upon a time, in a certain country, right in the middle of the gamarala’s field, lay a huge rock. It was the time to plough the field, and the gamarala wanted to get the rock out.

He tried to lift it himself. But the rock was too large and too heavy. He called his neighbours to help. But the couldn’t lift the rock either. They tied a rope  around it and yoked it to ten oxen. The rope snapped, but the rock didn’t move.

Finally the gamarala offered a large Continue reading

Early one morning Antipka was sitting sadly on the steps of his little wooden house, sunk in thought. He had plenty to be happy  about: a cosy home which he had built himself, a nice plot of ground and a good crop of cabbages and sunflowers. And yet one thing made him miserable; he had married a bad-tempered woman. When he first knew her she seemed such a sweet young girl and then, immediately after the wedding, she became spiteful and irritable, and now Antipka’s life was absolute Continue reading