Saturday, September 24, 2016
Friday, July 22, 2016
Several days passed and Marcus still couldn’t complete the Magic Makari. He was able to get most of the folds. However, one fold proved to be very difficult. Everytime he attemped it, the paper would rip and he would have to start over. It was the reverse-outside-switch with a closed-z- sink-kite-pocket-fold.
Marcus was determined and he would not give up. About a week later, after many sleepless nights, he finally managed to complete it. It was beautiful and he felt a deep proudness. There was something unusual about it. No matter which way he turned it, the folds cast no shadow. Normally, the side of each fold opposite of a light source would be a little darker. With the Magic Makari, each surface was as bright as the next.
Marcus believed it might be truly magic. He held it between his outstretched hands and made a wish. He said, “I wish that I was not sick anymore.” Since he had not been getting enough sleep, he contracted a cold and had a runny nose and cough all day.
As soon as he made his wish, the Magic Makari floated from his hands and began spinning. It rotated faster and faster until it suddenly stopped and fell on the floor. Marcus quickly picked it up and was surprised to notice that his cold was gone. Amazingly, he had no more symptoms.
“Wow,” he thought. “This thing really is powerful! I should wish for some money. Wait, that guy said not to use it for dark thoughts. Maybe if I just ask for a little bit of money. I am not going to use it for anything dark. I just want to buy some video games. Video games are fun. Nothing dark about that.”
Therefore, he did. He wished for one hundred dollars. Again, the Magic Makari floated, spun, and fell to the floor. As he went to pick it up, he found a one hundred dollar bill lying underneath. Then he heard a noise. It sounded like some papers rustling.
He turned around and instantly became frightened and amazed. One of the dinosaur origami’s he made was walking around. It was trying to eat the pig shaped origami. Marcus picked it up and it bit him. The tiny teeth gave him a small paper cut. He reacted by crumpling up the dinosaur in his hands and throwing it on the floor.
To his astonishment, it un-crumpled itself and returned back to its dinosaur shape. Marcus grabbed a plastic cup and scooped up the little monster. It ferociously scraped and clawed at the sides, trying to escape. Thinking fast, he ran to the bathroom and dumped it in the toilet. The paper beast thrashed and splashed until it finally softened and fell apart. A quick flush sent it to a final and watery grave.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
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Tuesday, May 10, 2016
Wednesday, May 4, 2016
Hello - this is a continuation of the story to be released in my upcoming book. Enjoy!
The nurse came into the room and with a Jamaican accent asked, “What seem to be da matter my precious?”
Shawna replied, “I can’t get this noise out of my head. I keep hearing the same beat again and again. It is driving me crazy!”
“Now there, dear. It sounds like it be a simple earworm.”
“An earworm! Get it out!” Shawna quickly covered her ears with her hands. I can’t have-“
“Hold on. An earworm is not an actual worm. It is just an expression for when ya be havin’ a song stuck in da head. Are ya recognizing the song?”
“No, it just sound like: budu dubba budu bida budu dubba budu bida. It keeps repeating over and over and never stops.”
The nurse’s facial expression changed to one of sheer horror. She had to sit down and catch her breath. “Dat not good. Dat not good at all. It means he comin’ for us. How long ya hearing da noise?”
“Only since last night. Why? Who is coming?”
“Good. That means we still have time. The noise means that Babbi Makki is coming. He is evil and when he comes, he will try to destroy us all.”
“Who is Babbi Makki?”
“Babbi Makki be one a dem ancient voodoo witchdoctors from New Orleans. Someone must have begun da ritual to be releasin’ him. A powerful priest imprisoned his soul over one hundred year ago.
Babbi Makki used da dark magic to turn his victims into dose wooden statues. His hunger for collecting dem grows each time he creatin’ one. I don’ know who trying to release him or why. I only know dat we got tree days to stop da ritual or he be released again.”
Shawna stared at the nurse in silence, dumbfounded by what she just heard. Then she turned her head sideways and smiled, “Wait a minute. You are joking with me, aren’t you? Come on. Witchdoctors don’t really exist.”
The nurse stared deep into her eyes and said, “Dis no joke my dear. Dis da trut. We gonna see da priest.”
Saturday, April 23, 2016
Hello – It has been a while since I posted. Life can get busy sometimes. But, no excuses! I need to finish my 4th book. So each week or less, I will release a piece of a story until I am done. My goal is to complete the book by the end of June.
As I post these, I welcome any and all feedback.:)
At first, no one noticed, except for the dogs. Each had their heads tilted to one side, intensely listening. It was as if an important announcement needed their full attention.
Shawna was the first human to hear it. She was frustrated because no one else could. “What is that strange noise?” she asked her parents at the dinner table.
“What noise dear?” answered her mother.
“That noise. It sounds like: budu dubba budu bida budu dubba budu bida.You don’t hear it?”
“No, I don’t.”
Shawna looked at her dad. He shook his head with some concern on his face. Shawna took a deep breath and sighed. She decided not to say anything more about it as her parents tended to overreact about everything. Rather than create a bunch of drama, she changed the subject. She said, “Maybe it is just a song stuck in my head. Oh well. These potatoes are good mom. What did you put in them?”
“I put bacon, parmesan, and a touch of saffron.”
Shawna took another bite and said, “Mmmmm. Tasty.” Then she carved a bite of steak and began chewing. Her mouth instinctively ground the meat between her teeth using the same rhythm as the noise in her head. It was annoying yet fun in some way. Her mouth was dancing to the beat and she imagined a small disco party going on in her mouth. Tiny pieces of food began shaking to the groove and hopping about.
All through dinner and after, the annoying beat kept pounding in her brain. The only thing that would drown it out was listening to music in her headphones. However, as soon as she turned them off, the noise came right back.
It was worse the next day at school. She could barely concentrate and her hand would uncontrollably tap her pencil to the beat. Other kids and her teachers became agitated with this. By lunchtime, Shawna couldn’t take it anymore and went to the nurses station.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
Having kids of my own, I have always tried to teach them as much as I can. I want them to take advantage of all the life lessons I have learned over the past 40 years. But there is only so much time in a day and time in a childhood. Since children spend a majority of their time in school, I think it would be great if they would also teach some of these life lessons too. That is one thing I try to do with my Willakaville books. Hopefully, some kids can get those lessons in a fun way.
Math, reading, and history are all important. However, imagine if we taught kids how to deal better with their emotions. Now imagine how much better the world would be when they grow up. People will work better together, solve problems, and help each other more. This ultimately benefits society by reducing conflict, crime and inefficiencies. I would happily pay more taxes to keep my kids in school longer for this purpose.
The below links are to some good articles talking about how to prepare kids for life.