THE TRAGEDY OF COFFE BEANS AND OTHER STORIES
By
C.Becking PUBLISHED BY: Morecash Co.,Ltd
The Tragedy of Coffee Beans And Other Stories Copyright © 2010 by C.Becking (Chayut Chokchuaiamnuay)
Text Copyright © 2010 by C.Becking Illustrations by C.Becking and Sithiporn Poungsak copyright© 2010 by C.Becking
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The Tragedy of Coffee Beans and Other Stories Contents Icy Horse The Tragedy of Coffee Beans Pity Perfume Plastic Tree Zombie Bride Girl Stonehenge Boy Bozo Boy Nine Life Cat Hundred Fang Shirt Never Touch That Cake Twin Boys with Paper Plane The Boy and Lottery Coffee Beans and a Coffee Cup Dreaming Boy Protest Boy Insomnia Boy Little Mosquito Curios Aliens Lonely Street Light Little Tree in Dead Forest Black Christmas Pumpkin in Christmas The Number Is A New Journey Special Feature Bonus Picture
Icy Horse
Once upon a time, there was an ice horse Who dreamed about trotting to new forests. The temperature outside was hot. Icy and his friends didn’t like the heat, But only Icy decided to leave and hastened from his breezy forest. Through the deep trees, High hills and rivers he went, Full of glee, The hours were passing and Icy horse was melting from the sunlight shining, leaving only a small basin Like the grass was crying.
The Tragedy of Coffee Beans
There were a couple of lovers, Coffee beans and coffee machine, The most fitting pair you ever have seen. Their love filled with aroma and caffeine. Their passion grew stronger every day. Her coffee beans made him feel good inside. He told her everything is gonna be okay, But she’s so scared to be dried.
She loved him so much; he’s begging, So she threw all of herself into his top. Cracking sounds -- as sweet as touching. Her beans made coffee a lot.
A good coffee aroma was in a cup finally. With just a little splash, She was gone, endlessly. He thanked her but no reply, Leaving only pieces of coffee trash.
Pity Perfume
“Beauty Perfume, you smell so good,” Powder and Comb said with envy green. She always loved her sweet scent like a palace’s regal queen. Even when no one cared, She always sprayed it all through the air. Pity Perfume, placed in a bottle near the edge of the desk. Fell into the garbage near the leg of the desk. Tissues and cotton wool blinded her face. Pity Perfume was in the nearly wet trash. She tried to spray, She tried to scent, She tried everything. No one could smell her, in the world of scum. Only stink blowing with the wind in the slum.
Plastic Tree
I’m a plastic tree from a factory Fiber and polyester merged Such a pity Or am I cursed Never to grow up taller? Seasons change but my leaves never fall. Now I’m talking to my friend, Since he was a grain. One day, A creepy hand pulls out my friend. Grasp…grasp while my eyes closed tight. My fellow has gone, I am left alone again.
Years pass by, As I talk to new seed. I knew my new friend wouldn’t last long, like me. But I never told him, you see.
Zombie Living in a dead world, Diamond or pearl, doesn’t matter. No matter to anything, ever, Power or reputation, he doesn’t want either. Nothing’s more important than eating his “food.” He’s thinking: blood, brain or beetroot; which would be good? He chose the last to escape from his past. He only wants to make friendships that will last. So lonely. Cabbage and corn make him sound creepy, only He asks to be called “Vegetarian Zombie.”
