Feather's Fairytale 🦋

Bonjour my dear readers, This is the 10th post of my blog and thanks y'all for 400 views!!! Sorry for the late post. I keep telling you guys, sorry about not posting, that's why this month there are going to be a few updates in this blog. Let's start with a new colour scheme and greetings of different languages. Today's story is the beginning of a story that is currently in the works. I will be writing more of this story in the upcoming posts. My murder book has been cancelled. Why? Because I had a thrill for murder mysteries for a very short period of time, I don't think I'm ready to write a book yet. Ok, here we go- In the early 1960's I received a television from my uncle. My uncle, Dan was fantabulously rich and took great interest in modern objects. He was particularly intrigued by the television. Besides the fact that it took him 2 hours to switch it on, it looked like a box! When I passed by, he was entangled in wires and cables, staring at the instru

 Hi everyone today's post is a quick one because I'm writing this very late in the night. As promised here is your weekly post. Walks, it takes everyone on a beautiful journey, everything you do is important. My walks with Mr Naidu were most enlightening. Mr Naidu is a 50-year-old man with a jolly spirit. Walks with him were the most interesting, new topics and delightful things pop out of nowhere. At 7 a.m and 5 p.m every day he would carefully get out of his house, slipping the house keys under the welcome carpet. In the mornings his talks would be peaceful and calm and in the evenings it would be filled with gossip. If he saw children he would take out a toffee from his crumpling pocket. Everyone in the community loved him. His best quality was the forgiving and tender attitude he had. Mr Naidu is not someone you see every day.  Thank you, everyone, see you next time. BTW how was your picnic? Feather

  Dear Everyone, I am so very sorry for not posting. It's been a very busy few weeks. But, I did write a few stories in this time so, you may see more consistency now. Also, this is the finale of the Magical Objects Series! Today's story is a very deep one. Malo! Malo! Malo! He woke up with cold sweat. 1, 2, 3, the alarm blared. It was time to get ready for the day. "Suit up, look good." This line was his mantra.  His mother made a hearty breakfast which he thoroughly enjoyed. Malo got out of the comforts of his home into the bustling city of Singapore.  He caught the bus to Power High School. An elderly woman who was about to attend a funeral gets down at his stop and gives Malo a package. Filled with curiosity he tore apart the brown paper which encased a book, a diary.  'CHO' It was written boldly on the first page. The next page had typewritten notes on how to use it. 'The one holds this diary must write till the very last page to witness an almighty c