The Vicious Cycle

Things come and go, that's the way it is! However, when you catch the golden opportunity of your life, don't let it go -- it might never come back, no matter what you do. This is a lesson you will learn over and over again. Yet, what if that thing you lost was your loved one? What would you do then? Would you respond like Aiko did?

          Aiko Loveless had been unloved most of his life. He lived in a harsh community where the neighbors weren't friendly, and mostly not toward him. You see, Aiko was different from those around him. He was shy and very quiet. Hardly anyone knew anything about him, not even his parents. In a place filled with noisy people, always pushy and bossing each other, it’s hard to survive if you're not social. To make matters worse, at school, Aiko was constantly rejected by his friends because his way of thinking was different. Aiko was an outcast in his community.

Nameless

SleepLess 

The tale started under the autumn sun,

When the heart was pure, and love was young.

The sky was raining in orange and red,

And the forest was getting ready for bed.

However this story was about a black cat,

Who was waiting for something to catch.

And when he did, he was in awe.

He peeked at the butterfly in his paws.

The Girl who didn't Cherish Friendship

     I knew a girl awhile back, whom most would agree that she was quite cute and amiable. She had a rooster as a pet. Every morning, the rooster would crow:

“Cock-a-doodle-doo! Wake up little one! The sun is shining and the earth is a live!”

     The rooster would rest by her side and would eat some grains out of her hand. It was a majestic rooster. Its shiny coat of feathers was vibrant with colors. Its beak shined in the sun a violet red. It truly was a rooster of royal blood.

Tale of the Red Cockscomb

     There was a time when hens still donned the same beautiful red combs as those arrogant roosters. One early morning, a hen woke up to the rising sun (as all hens still do nowadays; except, this hen had a name). Her name was... Hen! (Yes, very original name indeed.) Anyways, Hen was bobbing her way down to the pond for a morning dip when she caught her reflection. She noticed that her comb had grown like a blooming red flower, and was so thrilled that she started to make a song about it:

“Cluckity Cluck

My comb has bloomed

I feel so groomed

Cluckity Cluck”