#truestory

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  • seapen 5w

    Story Title: "Botchik"
    Written by: Haydee/seapen

    We had a dog named Botchik. I actually don't know who named him that and also, he's our neighbour's-not really ours. My mother is so fond of animals, be it pigs, cats, dogs, or goats - imagine me sleeping with a baby goat in my arms. She likes feeding Botchik, playing with him or even going out with him. I feel scared sometimes when Botchik seems to bite my mother's hand but she said he won't since they are just playing. I would panic if it's me. I was young when Botchik seemed to be a part of our family, he doesn't even wanna go home in his "Original Home" so, we made him a little blanket so he can sleep there, he's stubborn though, he loves the thick floor mat.
    Eventually, I also grew fond of Botchik. We don't know his breed, since I, a young girl who lives in the mountains, doesn't know about breeds. Our neighbour said Botchik's mom is in Tagbilaran (Bohol's only City) and her owner gave him (Botchik) to her (our neighbour). He is hairy and white, like a snowball. Botchik just looks dirty white cause he likes running and rolling on the ground. The interesting part is when it's shower time. When he heard the faucet, he will look at. He will observe what my mother will do and when he sees my mother picks "his" towel, he goes under the sofa bed. I still remember how satisfying it was to observe his actions cause it seemed for me as if I was seeing a human behaviour.
    He is such a good boy that even if I already pulled his feet, he doesn't bite me. I can feel in my hands that he is trying to be heavy but he doesn't fight back, like he is just saying "Pull me out if you can". Thanks to my lovely strength, I even cradled him and talks to him like a baby. "Don't be scared, we're just going to take a bath. Do you wanna smell bad? Ew right? Do you want a new shampoo? It smells good you know!". It's amazing how he just doesn't do or "say" anything while we pour water to him. Some howls a lot but he is silent with his "shower me fast and i'll go" face. Funny too how he looks petite after his hair were wet. After we take him in the living room to dry and let go of him, he'll run outside and roll on the ground. I'll just laugh cause it makes me happy just seeing him being lively.
    Our place in the province is a place you can call a village. We live in an area surrounded by hills and we have to ride a motorcycle to reach the highway. The church is on the next town after reaching the highway. So, when we go to church, we just walk since we don't have a motorcycle but Botchik wants to come with us. We don't have a problem with it, we just have to make sure he doesn't run in the middle of the highway but there might be other dogs in other houses. That's why mother brings a wooden stick and I can't help but laugh when I see Botchik even goes first, he'll wait for us and then go run but, when he meets some dogs, he runs back to mother. He seem to know that if he fight the other dogs, it might inconvenience us so he just walks behind mother and let the other dogs bark at him and even want to attack him. They are scared of mother's wooden stick, though she haven't use it to hit them but to scratch her back instead.
    During meal time, he looks after the food on the table so the cats won't eat them. He is not picky on his food too. We can't afford dog food so what we eat is what we share with him except those foods that we know are not good for dogs. He doesn't love milk that much and prefer water. He shows how excited he is everytime we come back from school. He likes to play with us. If only I knew things to teach a dog, I probably taught it to him. But, when I have to go to college, I have to go to Manila. It makes me sad just knowing I'll be alone in the new city.
    After 2 years, I went back in the province, but Botchik was already old. He still wiggles his tail but doesn't play with us anymore. He just lays down under the sofa bed or sometimes just sleep there. One thing I noticed too is he looks sad and weak. The two circle dots on his behind is showing and mother said it's a sign that he is old. I still pet him when he is around. My time for vacation was short, still didn't get over the jet lag from the plane but had to go back and get another jet lag.
    After 4 years since my last vacation, Mother talked about Botchik in our phone call. That Botchik was lost. That they looked for him anywhere but nowhere to be found. 24 hrs has passed but they still didn't found him. Then one farmer said he seen Botchik in the mud, stuck. They got him out there and fed him. My heart was really aching of the thought that Botchik must have been scared. He probably barked his heart out and wore him out. I was just thankful that they found him and he is safe.
    We don't worry that much in our village since we know our neighbours and almost everyone are related by blood. It's just a small village that's why cats and dogs are free to roam around. When a group of goats walks in the small road, neighbours who sees them takes them back to the owner since they recognize who's the owner of this animal and that. Just a village thing I guess. I don't mind cleaning again and again of the goat's dung in the chapel when they stay there when it rains, i don't mind picking up dried carabao's dung in the road, well I use it as a fertilizer on our plants and flowers too. It puts my heart at ease because animals do deserve such freedom.
    Another day, mother called me and told me what happened to Botchik. That he looks weak the other day and went missing again. They looked for him, been days already but, they still didn't found him. Mother felt like Botchik is about to die but he doesn't want mother to see so he escapes from home. He always come home whenever he goes outside to play with other dogs but, that time is different. I believed mother cause she's with him every day. She knows him more than I do.
    I couldn't stop myself from crying. For years, I've been jealous with people who have pets. Be it dogs or cats, I feel sad for me cause I thought I have none. Being too focused in school and in work, I forgot the life I had in the province. I had lots of pets. Many cats that sleeps anywhere in the house. A mother cat that goes home when she's pregnant but still able to identify her kittens. A hen that lays egg on our wooden closet, leaving her be, then attacks me when I go near her chicks. A goat that is so cute with its black and white colors. Pigs that are so noisy around their meal time. Dogs from our neighbours that my mother feeds when they come at our house. And yes, there was once a dog named Botchik. A dog I spent my childhood with. May the Angels make him safe wherever he is now.

    END.

    PS: I searched for dog breeds, and one dog looked seriously just like Botchik, so I guess he was a samoyed dog. A cute furball.

    #truestory #shortstory #ceesreposts

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    Botchik

    When I muse back to think my childhood was sad,
    It wasn't since I had animals to make my days
    And one of them is this dog so good to be my company
    But, like how it always is
    Fleeting also is this happiness
    Yet, it was worth it
    Worthy bittersweet memories.

    ©seapen

  • nanaserwaa 7w

    Diminishing

    I think I need some brandy!
    This week I've had to assess my brand;
    I started a diet with bran
    And from relationships I ran.
    I've never had such an
    Experience so far from an A
    ©nanaserwaa

  • not_yours 10w

    An argument with mom that day,
    Smoked up at station
    High af
    It was raining and I was riding my bike


    It felt heavenly.

    While riding, it felt like I am asleep but with eyes wide open.
    The rain kept falling on me,
    it went into my eyes too and it felt like a disco lights when I was blinking.
    I wanted to stop there
    put some high volume and wanted to dance so bad but maybe some other time, hopefully.
    I wanted to ride some more but when I reached home I wanted to write what all thoughts were running in my head but instead I lied down and kept dreaming
    My brain was running with speed of 770km /hr and I just dreamt that day.


    To be continued.......


    ©Sy

  • richa_srivastava 10w

    WITH LOVE-FROM BUMBLE ❤️

    Swiping right, swiping left and then there's someone in between. When you swipe right you are filled with hope. Hope, to meet someone of your kind. It could be anything, as per your perceptions.


    He was simple with class, had a gf looking for friendship. That's it. That's it?? I don't know how people can't be friends in a relationship called "Love". I was not getting anyTHING of my kind so I just thought of friendship. He was clear from the start. "JUST FRIENDSHIP". I was also sure, I didn't want to share an occupied heart. We used to talk "as Friends" only. He was never flirty, no dark jokes, nothing. I enjoyed his company whenever he used to talk. 


    He came to my city one day and I met him "as friends" and then something strange happened. I realised I needed a place in that occupied heart. There was nothing romantic, not even fling but I was feeling that zing. 


    I didn't Stop myself from anything, but something was ending inside me.

    Or it was the beginning of an endless start or something I added by mistake to my cart. 


    Whatever it was, I still feel strange. I cried for that guy for 3 days, but he was out of range.


    I realised one thing, For me love is friendship first.

    Only few understand that, others don't trust. 


    If I say someone to be my friend, I want to see him in my life,

    Guys think they would be friendzoned and I would never be his wife.


    Can't help, can't hold.

    Just thought to tell, if you could mold.


    Richa Srivastava©

  • _flow803_ 11w

    Phil and Lil Part 2

    Filled with so much pain and sorrow; wishing that you two could be born healthy tomorrow. / Visions of our finances advancing; conversations of expanding into the house that we would live in before we get the mansion. / Your older brother and sister I would never abandon; your mother told me to manifest from the universe but I was demanding. / And commanding an understanding; of why our love couldn’t serve as an airport for you both to land in. / Your mother and father’s work ethic is outstanding; doing the ground work to receive passive income from our branding. / -F.L.O.W.

  • _flow803_ 11w

    Struggle Part 2

    If I don’t have the rent money they will expect me to be gone too; I already work in the heat, shouldn’t have to deal with that in my home too. / I’ve been paying rent for close to 10 years, what do I got to show for that; a bunch of eviction notices and knowing what it is before I open that. /My job ain’t secure either so I’m feeling like twice the dummy; doing the same job as somebody else but they’re making twice the money. /Whatchu know about getting paid and going broke in the same day; my mission is to break this generational curse so that my kids don’t live the same way. / -F.L.O.W.
    ©_flow803_

  • _flow803_ 11w

    Struggle Part 1

    Rent was due since the 1st, ain’t paid that until the 25th; the 1st coming up again, and they gone tax me by the 5th. / Feeling blind, deaf, and dumb , woke up barely able to feel the breath in my lungs; I ain’t a pipe, I’m a diamond but I will be glad when the pressure is done. / Last night my AC blew, up outta the blue; just got off the phone with my landlord said that it’s nothing that he can do. / No emergency funds to put my family into a room; last night to stay cool we all had to sit in the front room. /
    ©_flow803_

  • mia_yham_ 14w

    "MARAWI"
    By: Mia Palencia

    Thousands of soldiers are lying on the ground breathless
    Fought with an enemy who willing to die faceless
    Brothers; yet killing one another mindless
    And everybody think the war would ended up endless

    The war brought the whole nation a terror
    Everyone are screaming with a great horror
    Nothing seems to be important even their honor
    They feel they are trapped in a wicked mirror

    The war leave the city in great chaos
    With all the women whose grieving for their loss
    But then, it open a new door for us to be reunited in one cause
    And that is to bring the city of Marawi to its foremost

    **

    TRIVIA: ©The Battle of Marawi, also known as the Marawi siege or the Marawi crisis, was a five-month-long armed conflict in Marawi, Lanao del Sur, Philippines that started on May 23, 2017 between the Philippine government security forces and militants affiliated with the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL), including the Maute and Abu Sayyaf Salafi jihadist groups. The battle also became the longest urban battle in the modern history of the Philippines.

    #marawi #realevent #philippines #war #mindanao #truestory #poetry #filipino #filipinowriter #filipinopoet #writersnetwork #writingcontest #creativearena #writersbay #mirakee #mirakeeworld #miraquill #pod

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    MARAWI

    "This poem is based on real event happened in Marawi City, Philippines way back 2017. This poem is actually dedicated for them — the victims of the Marawi siege, the longest urban battle in the modern history of the Philippines."

    ©mia_yham_

  • sagar_varma 14w

    Komu

    Komu came to my life one day in summer, like a star that fell on earth.
    Like nothing I’ve seen,
    Like none I’ve ever met,
    She was funny, smart, moody, madly and beautiful.
    She was my Chashmish…
    And I loved her… so much…
    And I ask her everyday in my dreams, why she left, why we had to part our ways? And I get no answers..
    She took those answers with her when she left,
    Leaving behind angry, empty and confused “me”
    And there’ll come a day where I’ll not feel it every minute. That urge of holding her, seeing her for just once, and other feelings about her will fade away. I’ll be left with love.

    A good friend once told me,
    “You can love them and still let them go”

    So, Komal.. I love you.. and I let you go..
    And I’ll miss you…

    And I hope wherever you go next,
    You feel peace,
    You feel safe,
    In a way you never did with me..

    Wherever you go next,
    Hope you know I love you and will always do..

    ©sagar_varma

  • igautamji 15w

    An old poem I had posted on my blog a few years ago.
    this incident was dated : 4th May 2017

    #truestory #cat #depression

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    Tabby

    I will tell you guys something,
    Something that happened a few days ago,
    while walking in the evening,
    I felt gloomy, my mood really low.

    The world looked weird,
    The colors all wrong
    There was a deafening silence in my ears
    And I wasn't singing any song

    Nor was I playing my flute or harp
    The world had never looked so dark
    Then out of nowhere came my salvation
    A little cat asking for affection.

    I meow at cats, I know it is weird
    But they have never meowed back
    This one came, begging to be petted
    Who was I to not oblige it?

    The little tabby stayed with me,
    Bumping its head, arching its back
    Going around in circles around my feet
    Putting its paws in my lap

    Then as soon as I felt better,
    the world looking bright and cheery
    The cat got up and walked away
    leaving me feeling really merry

    ©igautamji

  • abineyraj 17w

    I hope I was the best
    temporary person u met
    in ur life as our stars was
    recognised by vibes and
    not by fictional characters
    and one day life will definitely
    find its way for us..
    ©abineyraj

  • raghav86 19w

    same third division...

    In 2007 his right leg got affected started limping while walking and in 2009 his neck got affected it turned to right side and always shake with lot of difficulties he turned to left. This was the last nail in the coffin after this he stopped going out very often, because he choose commerce in college he didn't attended any lectures as it wasn't necessary, so he just went to give exam that's all no fond memories of even being in college. Finished college in 2012 in six years after failing once again in M. Com first year.
    In 2015 he shifted to another town but left some part of him in his hometown. It's 2020 now he is still out work and people don't consider him as human not yet. But he has a lovely family who loves him and this makes him sad sometimes because he feels that he is just a parasite who is feeding on his family members blood. His mother recently said, " You had such a good voice when you were a kid if only we knew it will become so worse we would have recorded it" Sadly now he don't even remember what his childhood voice sounded like. His parents motivate him but deep down they also know it's game over him and so does he. He fell in 1994 by 2009 everything went bad to worse, now he just sit at a corner in his house and play games occasion go outside sometimes don't even go out his house gate for weeks. Sleep in the afternoon like an old man. But only good is that he can still do his own work.
    I recently came to know that to he trying to open up a little bit and is little bit happier than before since he started writing on an app, he had made some new friends with whom he chat very often he had met a brother, two sweet little sisters and two very special friend who always motivate him with their kind words one of them is queen of romance and other one is lioness of sarcasm and really like them both but he one little more just because she promised him a date, which he knows will never happen but he was telling me that will eat their brain for this whole life because she is his cutest and sweetest friend and other friend he love her also because she is verbose and told him few things about her personal life even when she could easily say, " No personal question".
    I hope people who he love don't unfriend him after knowing he is such a bad person, tobacco addict and his life is a mess and he is not that intelligent like others in studies just passed with thrid division, failed three time in school and a complete looser in his personal life. If they ever decides not be friends with such a bad person anymore alteast inform him before leaving I know it will hurt him but it's worst than hurting when his friends leave unceremoniously and wait for their reply, most of his childhood friend's left this way, he deserves this much respect.
    I sometimes still think if he hadn't fallen that day what would be life right now I still sometimes think....
    The End

    Apologies for any writing mistake...

    @ak_anjali_daydreamzz

    #hefellandsodoeslife
    #storytime. #sadlife. #mirakee #truestory
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    Story

    Part four.
    ©raghav86

  • _kind_heart 23w

    #truestory
    19:14, Gurugram

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    To my query, " Bhaiya where is your son today, why didn't he came to deliever the milk ? "

    He replied, " Sahab, I predicted it's going to be windy evening and even rain too, So that's why ......"

  • my_unspoken_words 24w

    Kitty

    Ek billi ka bachha
    Janma tha mere ghar..
    Socha tha use palungi posungi,
    Uspr apna sara pyar brsaungi..
    Roj chhat pr jake dekh kr aaya karti thi..
    Usne abhi aankhe bhi nahi kholi thi.
    Wo roj miyau miyau krta tha.
    Mujhe meri maa uske pas jane se roka karti thi.
    Kehti thi agar billi aayi to kat legi..
    Me fir bhi use dekhne jaya krti thi..
    Ki agr nahi hogi billi wha to dular ke aaungi..
    Or aksar wo hoti bhi nhi thi..
    Ek bandhan sa mehsus hone lga tha uske sang..
    Mera har subah dopahar sham ka kam tha usko dekh k aana..
    Lekin...Aaj jab gyi to wo nhi tha
    Mene dhundha use har jagah..
    Lekin wo nahi tha...
    Mayus hokr thodi der bethi rahi wahi..
    Bad me maa ne btaya wo subah mara hua mila tha...
    Pta nahi kyu??
    Lekin bohot dukh hua uska , or kisi kam me man nhi lga..
    Kaash wo fir kahi se aa jaye
    Or fir se miyau miyau kare...
    ©ritu_26

  • bellemoon99 26w

    Water, something so simple for most people.
    Others have the luxury of drinking straight from the sink,
    we don't.
    Others have the luxury of never buying bottled water, we don't.
    They can shower as much as they want, wash, even play with it.

    Water for Venezuela is not only vital, it is our electricity source. And one fateful day, it failed. The whole country was plunged into darkness.

    Two years ago I experienced first hand what it means to live without water. Without power. For five whole days, our lives were taken back to the Middle Ages. The dark ages.

    As night fell, the stars gave us sad smiles. They shone brighter, maybe trying to melt the fear from our hearts. We didn't know when the electricity would back or when the water would pump trough the city once more.

    Our food had rotten, many had to cook with wood. We stuck together, giving our neighbor a kind smile to help at least a little. We told each other jokes as the light from our candles created strange shapes on our faces.

    We used bottled water to bathe ourselves, placing it on small bowls to pour the cold water on our aching muscles. I never missed the embrace of a hot shower as much as those days.

    Finally, after five long nights, the power came back on. The water returned, dirty as usual, but we could at least boil it and shower like it has become our habit.

    Sometimes the power goes back out, fear rising up our throats in loud curses. We use the little water we have left and hope the next day our power will be restored.

    We don't get water every single day, so we have to check if it's coming in before washing our clothes or cleaning the house. Sometimes we won't be able to shower, and never again we watched anyone play with water.

    Years ago, water was just that, water. Today? We are painfully aware it's our most precious gem.

    #aquac #writersbay #truestory #nonfiction

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    Water should be life, but it's also a luxury.

    ©bellemoon99

  • prived 27w

    Pyaar

    Pyaar sirf ussey hi kiya maine
    Jab se shuru hua,,or jab khatam hoga
    Sirf ussey hi ...vo rooh mein bas gya hai.
    Vo mere pas,saath,nhi hai,,vo mujhmei hi hai
    Mere saath jeeta hai ,,mujhmei dikhta hai..
    ©prived

  • wakandu 28w

    Pic

  • girlnextdoor477 29w

    How did it get to this ?

    Laughter. Joy. Commitment. Perfection.
    I love this man, how did I get so lucky?

    Overdue bills. No shows at work. Missed calls.
    There’s always a reasonable explanation for all of this. I thought I got him to pay that bill, maybe I forgot to tell him.

    Anger. Annoyed. Controlling.
    Silly me, I walked into a door….and a table….and his fist but I shouldn’t have made him angry. Its not as bad as it sounds, it was really my fault.

    Guilt. Depression. Sadness.
    Why am I like this? I always fuck up one way or another. I miss how things use to be, I miss him.
    Missing for long period of times. Phone is off. No one knows where you are.

    Pain. Humiliation. Put down.
    I question you and where you’ve been. Rumours are going around and your boss…my dad, hasn’t seen you at work for days, he asks if everything is okay at home because he’s getting friendly with girls at work and being inappropriate. I reassure him everything is okay , but it’s not.

    Have you ever seen a wild dog cornered? They become aggressive, growling, and snarling just waiting for his chance to snap at you to get away or if it thinks it could overpower you, he will.

    Well, when he came back it went like that.

    Next thing I knew I was sitting in the back of our closet crying, cowering, putting my face between my legs and covering my head.
    He made it seem like he was doing me the favor of being with me.
    How did I believe it ?
    “ You’re worthless, no one wants you, I don’t even want you but yet here I am. You’re so controlling and nosy. I’m going out with friends and MAYBE I will come back home but who knows maybe I’ll go fuck whoever I want”. It wasn’t a job complete until you completely crushed me, you wanted me to feel exactly how you made me look.

    Fighting to be with him changed into fighting to get away from him.


    How did broken promises turn into broken bones.

    How did it get to this?
    ©girlnextdoor477

  • stansteel63rd 30w

    By Any Means Necessary

    I learned to kill early on in my adolescence, it wasn't that hard for me, and came to me easily, because it was a part of my first survival in them street lessons,
    I didn't have to remove many emotional habits, Because my parents never took the time to dispatch them,/

    They never threw them, so I never catch them, I was kind of glad that it never happened, because my life and struggles to grow up in this world abandoned, at the time I did, would have been extremely more hazardous, out right disastrous,/

    I had enough detachments, enough psychological fucked up mask's, I took to all crimes, come ups and hustle trade's like a pro, because I had too,/

    The OG's and Trappas, said I was born gifted, so it would be a honor and privilege to prepare me for the action, I was flattered, and started to capture, all the game that they could ration, plus still went to my school classes, everyday I got sharper, but some of the spill I had to remastered, I was becoming heavy laced in both worlds, but I knew I had to excel more, in criminal tactics,

    Please listen closely and excuse my candor....

    I became heartless and cold, because I was treated like I didn't matter, I left home as a child to save my soul and not get caught up in the same pattern, I couldn't foresee at 7, the lives I would indirectly and directly shatter, I took to the negative road more, so I could kill and cope, but also, bed the fears that grew in me, when I was being battered,

    Fucked over, and pushed to survive by all means necessary, the quote by Malcolm X, with my guns drawn, and lifted in seconds, with no thought or remorse, getting active,

    Through the years I got more non responsive to peace treaties during funk, or just my greed, or thirst for my desire to live lavish, cause being broke will never be attractive,
    And when your rich, u dont need to many, fucking manners, look at Donald Trump, that bastard far from diplomatic,
    ©stansteel63rd

  • kingbts 46w

    Mystery man

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    What do you seek to understand
    Am I right or wrong
    A sincere answer is needed

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Am all surrounded and yet alone
    In the world
    Should I come out of my shell?
    Yeah, am sure all is still void

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    There is still a puzzle yet to be puzzled
    Broken expectation yet to be unbroken
    Don't know what's in, if I leave them open

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Save my soul from this dilemma
    Help me to correct what is forever

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    I calleth out to thee
    Come save me before
    I flee into the deep again

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Help save a man who needs answers.
    Answers to a burden that can't be questioned
    Help save a man from a decision that is lasting till yonder

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Please where art thou...Pl-e-e-e-s-sss-s-e
    I need your pain k-ill-ll-e-e-rs

    Mystery man, the mystery man
    Save me before my r-e-e-ee-a-a-l-i-ties become illusions
    I calleth out to thee
    If you ever answer
    Mystery man, the mystery man
    ©kingbts