STACH Short Story Contest #22: 199 words, 5 winners, 15SBD prize pool!

2년 전


Hello Everyone, @kingst here with the announcement for the STACH Short Story Contest #22.


What is a Short Story.

A short story is a story with a fully developed theme but significantly shorter and less elaborate than a novel. It makes use of plot, resonance, and other dynamic components to a far greater degree than is typical of an anecdote. You can read it in less than 90 seconds.


Contest Rules:

•Write a Short Story based on the topic that will be given every week.
•Write an Original Short Story (Plagiarism will be flagged and reported).
•The Story must contain no more than 199 words.
•One entry per user.
•Story should be pasted in the comment section below, no links.
•Contestants are permitted to post their stories in an article on their blog, so they also get upvotes from the @stach trail.


Winners Selection.

Winners will be selected based on the topic, story plot, number of words and delivery as determined by the selected Judge. One word above 199, disqualifies the entry.


Contest Topic.

Write a 199 words story based on A BOTTLED MESSAGE.

PRIZE.
FIVE winners will be selected for a share of the 15SBD. The story with the most interaction gets a 1SBD prize from @ejemai.
First Prize: ----------------------4SBD
Second Prize: ------------------3.5SBD
Third Prize: ---------------------3SBD
Fourth Prize: -------------------2.5SBD
Fifth Prize: ----------------------2SBD

Good luck guys!


Sharpen your writing skills and throw in some inspiring short stories. XO!


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the mountain

The tattooed girl stood atop the last mountain staring at the torn sky. Up. Flip. Down. Hollow slap of the bottle solid against the meat of her palm. Freezing air, thin and sharp -- but it mattered not at the end of the world.

A thousand feet below, ravening darkness ascended, gobbling clouds in its path.

The fissure above widened. She sighed, rocked back on her heels. Held the bottle still, contemplating its contents. Green and blue danced within, swirling as if seen through dark water.

A hundred feet. The darkness boiled upward as if it had her scent.

She looked down. Sighed. Raised her face to the ravaged sky once more. Her right arm caught fire, flames tracing every tattooed line.

Forty feet.

She looked up. One more breath. Plant right foot. Lean back on it, left hand stretched languidly at the sky, as good an aiming point as any. Blazing right arm cocked back, bottle by her ear.

Ten feet.

She threw. Hard. The air split athwart it as the bottle thundered into the slashed maw of the sky. Darkness swallowed the mountaintop below but the world in the bottle escaped the end of the world.

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@edumurphy

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Wow. Na the end of the world be dis na. Everywhere else don go under the shadows, na only this superhero of a girl still dey. I see wetin you put inside her message bottle ooo 😄 "green and blue" indeed hahahahahaha 🌏

The thing strange sha but e take style make sense. Wehdon!

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Hehehehheheh, exactly. You don see the trick lol - as above, so below 🍾😁

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Even when your story is longer than most it still make sense with a nice plot . make @africaunchained proud man .

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This looks like a winner to me.
Very poetic. I loved it!

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Much appreciated. So far, you and @madmaxfury are the only ones who figured out what the girl was up to 😄

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What a way to go.

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A very rainy day, Steban went in search of his mother's medicine, when, in the middle of the road, he was in a storm fountain, the boat was left in nothingness! steban desperate without knowing that if his mother will not have her medicines worsened! Suddenly a fisherman arrived and asked him: Hey steban, what happened to you! He answers my mother is sick and went to the city to look for medicines and the boat became nothing because of the storm. Millet do not lose faith you will see that you will have your mother's medicines. Steban turns the river down and sees a bottle of glass sending a message in the bottle !!! Well, that's how I wrote a sheet and sent the message! The next day I knocked on the door and was a doctor with the medicines Steban was happy and gave his mother's medicines thanks to the doctor!

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Wish failed.

I've tried everything to get close to you, I've gone to places you go frequently, I've gone to theaters to watch movies that do not interest me, I tried to make you like the same music that you like, I even wrote a message on I dropped a bottle and threw it into the sea, wishing you were by my side.
Two years have passed since I threw the bottle with a desire that unfortunately was not fulfilled, I do not hold a grudge, I do not hate you; You were the best teaching that life has given me, thanks to your contempt I understood that my lies would never make you fall in love, you did not look for someone who was the same as you, you only looked for a girl who was honest and that girl was not me, because I lied to you Believing that in this way I would get closer to you, and what I did not know is that every time I lied, I moved further away from you.

Bottle. Message.
I took this bottle in my hand and suddenly moved into a different reality.

MEMORY.

For me it was completely different than the whole life that had been going on before. I took a bottle unknown to me in this impenetrable desert.

And so..

Now I was holding, as it seemed to me, the remote control from the world.
Before that, I was thinking about my thirst, about the gold that I carried in my heavy backpack.

About their desires, dreams, regrets.

About how I will return home, and become a rich man.
But now, holding this bottle in your hand. I realized that all this is shallow.
The world movement itself was in my power.

And then, my emotions reached a climax.

MESSAGE. MESSAGE.
From the bottle came into my mind.

It was so powerful and clear.
That I put the bottle aside.
And he continued his journey.

THE MIND.
meaning in the way.

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The original in Russian:

Бутылка. Сообщение.

Я взял эту бутылку в свою руку и вдруг перенесся в иную реальность.

ВОСПОМИНАНИЕ.

Для меня это было совершенно иное, чем вся жизнь, которая происходила до этого. Я взял неизвестную мне бутылку в этой непроходимой пустыне.

И вот..

Теперь я держал, как мне казалось, пульт от управления всего мира.
До этого я думал о своей жажде, о золоте, которое я нес в своем тяжелом рюкзаке.

О своих желаниях, о мечтах, о сожалениях.

О том, как я вернусь домой, и стану богачем.
Но теперь, держа эту бутылку в руке. Я понял, что все это - мелко.
Мне было подвласно само движение мира.

И тут, мои эмоции достигли апогея.

ПОСЛАНИЕ. СООБЩЕНИЕ.
Из бутылки вошло в мое сознание.

Оно было настолько мощным и ясным.
Что я отложил бутылку.
И продолжил свой путь.

УМИРОТВОРЕНИЕ.
смысл в пути.

Ahoy whoever finds this message

I 'ave been shipwrecked!!! I be th' first mate o' th' "Black Pearl" I bet ye 'ave heard a bit o' th' amazin' adventures we 'ave had. Now, it ain't jus' a plain ole ship since most o' th' crew 'ave a bit o' monster personality in them. Fer me, I 'ave always been th' family disgrace, eyes that go in th' opposite direction, long, dirty black nails, crooked teeth, these qualities made me generally unwanted fer a job. So when I was called aboard th' Black Peark, I was o'erjoyed. But now we be wrecked.

We were sailin' t' th' Island o' Ammedin, t' get some arabian hidden loot. Thar was a storm that left us shipwrecked on a large Island, good thin' be thar's a lot o' grub 'n friendly natives, bad news be no one knows how t' build a ship. Th' Island has forests 'n lots o' beautifully carved natural caves 'n thar's a rich tradition o' mummies (nah th' kind ye came from her belly). So if ye find this, try t' look fer us.
Now I shall cast this message in a bottle.

Yers in trouble
Jack Sparrow

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Lol!!!! Amazing. You deserve to win!!!!

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Thank you

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"Hohoho, we comin' t' getcha capn." Lolest! I like it.

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Thank you

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Emptying bottles was to Dad what swimming is to fish. He could not function properly with a clean system but he was a damn genius when he got it in the right amount of it.
It was not a surprise to anyone even himself when he died of cirrhosis. Like he used to say "something will kill a man".


"He is dead", Ruth my sister said with best clarity she could managed. Hearing that he is gone gave me a mixed feelings. His treatment was consuming every income everyone was able to come up with...that brought relief. Loosing a father and me becoming the 'head of the house' brought a feeling of great loss and sudden heavy burden.


Getting home, i rushed to mum's room console her and my sister. After most of the sympathisers have dispersed the second day. I went to his room to see if there is no anything there is anything of note.
Expectedly there are many bottles to clear, but an empty but sealed bottle with a small paper in it stood out. I took out the paper and it reads "I AM PROUD OF YOU, SON. YOU ARE ALL I WANTED TO BE".

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

Miss Joy, unlike other times stood fearlessly before Dr James her project supervisor who had been a thorn in her flesh.


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Dr James: Young lady, you have to come back next year for your project since you have refused to dance to my tune of one hour pleasure with you.
Joy laughed out so loud that even the dead could hear her laughter.
Miss Joy: And how can that be possible by a toothless lion like you?, she roared at him.

Dr James lifted his hands to slap her; she held his hands in the air and said to him

The bee can’t sting a lioness


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I have a sex video tape of you and my friend mercy, and your secrets will be out soon if any further misbehavior from you. Dr James shivered as hot sweat immediately formed on his face and the lion in him became a gentle lamb.

This is the deal you must follow if you don’t want to lose your home and your work.
You will have to finish the project I started and grade me “A” in it, She said and walk out of his office with the smile of a victor

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Uww...wow...interesting.. But how did she managed tp get the video clip . did she used her friend to set up the supervisor?

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@michaeljerry There might be many sides to the story. She might have had an agreement with her friend or the hotel they went to and a camera was set or she must have known that Mercy was tired of the lecturer headache and she gave him. So Joy now trying to use boldness to get at the lecturer even if there was no video evidence.

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Wow wow wow this story made me shout go girl you have got so much confidence. Wow nice story it is concise and tells a lot. This always happen to female students even my relation was a victim but all thanks to God the man died a shameful and smelling death had severe underlying infections.
I just love the boldness in Joy.
Nice one my dear.

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@eunireal1 should i say thank God the man died or what ? A sad incident but it in a way serves him right. If evil people continue to live then wickedness will continue in the land.
The case of Joy are similar incidences that happen on our campuses often times. I have heard of wicked lecturers been inflicted with terrible disease until their death. Any way God will help us.

Thanks for reading and contibuting

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Very interesting piece.
So sad and annoying seeing ugly incidences like this happening in our higher institutions

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So sad that such sad occurrence still goes on in our campuses but God will surely aide us Amen.

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This is what i so despise in men, time will come when i would fight it with all i have.

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My sister sounding so annoyed but fear not. All men are not the same. There are still men who marry as virgins today and don't flirt.
My dear. Just pray to marry a good one.

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Nice piece of work.
Good job.

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Thank you so much friend for reading.

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Blackmailing,
That's really a painful sting.

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Yea but not as painful as a lecturer requesting sex from an innocent girl who might have been trying to keep herself till marriage

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What??? Wisdom or smartness.
Nice script.

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I think it's wisdom and smartness since the lecturer was trying to play around her future.

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Smart moves i think

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14-year-old boy sam lives with his poor sick dad, he lost his mother a year ago, sam knew he was losing his father too and he needed help.

He thought again about the project for his 3rd grade art class,Message in a bottle and was determined to send the his in the sea. He wrote a note on a simple piece of sheet and placed it in an empty bottle,begging for help and narrating his story with contacts and date, he threw it into the sea.

After two months, lora a rich business woman went for a walk on her beach when she saw something green that shone on the high tide line.
She always dreamed of discovering a message in a bottle on the beach, but she never thought she would find one. she opened it and happiness filled her heart.

few days later, lora sent an email to sam, she funded his family and Sam's dad was well again they began to live a comfortable life.

Although the bottle traveled less than a kilometer from the place where he threw it but no distance could diminish the great help he brought to his father.

A New Start

The newlyweds Ana and Rafael were happy to have bought their first house on a beautiful hill surrounded by large fruit trees, however they had to do some house remodeling before they could move in, since it was an older building.

The work began and everything went according to plan, but over time the fights started to appear because the couple didn’t agree on the changes they wanted to make to the house and they were running out of money because Ana would only choose the most expensive things for her house.

One day they had a strong argument and Rafael angrily left the house, Ana was crying and to calm down she went down to the basement to fix some things, when she suddenly noticed in an old closet a bottle that seemed to contain a note, she took it out and read it: "In this home I found true happiness. I did not have many material things to offer my family, but they were not important, since we had to love and support of each other" . When reading the note Ana understood what it meant to have a home and ran to look for Rafael.


Link of my post: https://steemit.com/stach/@maeugenia/stach-short-story-contest-22-a-new-start

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

Charles was walking along the beach. He was going through the worst crisis of his life. His wife left him, taking away his children. His addiction to gambling and alcohol, cost him his job, and his gambling debts, led him to bankruptcy.

Charles had lost everything. Now alone, on that beach he wondered, if it was worth it to continue living ...

Charles was thinking, how to end his life, when the waves brought a bottle to his feet. He thought about kicking the bottle away, but he realized there was a note inside the bottle.

Charles picked up the bottle. He read that note. It was written by a girl named Aurora. She wrote to her father, who had died. The note said: "Dear father, I miss you, your departure has left a great void in the family. You will no longer accompany us in special moments such as: my graduation from school, you will not give me at my wedding. I would give everything because you were alive ... I love you Aurora. "

When he finished reading the message, Charles cried and changed his mind. He would fight to recover his family and his life.

A Bottle from the Interstellar Sea

In the very distant future two children play on the shore of a beach, they observe something luminous fall from the sky to the sea; they continue playing and after a while they see how the waves bring an object.

The children go in its search and when they take it they realize that it’s a golden disk, they notice that it has some printed grooves, they find it interesting and take it with them. When they got home they showed it to their mother and she took it to a university where they managed to decipher the content of the album. It became known that it was from a civilization of another world, they were not alone in the universe.

The planet where the disc came from was located, and a mission was planned in order to reach it. When the men arrived to said planet, they were completely devastated because it had been destroyed in a large-scale war.

What these children had found was a disk that carried the voyager spacecraft. The ship was like a bottle thrown into the infinite sea of space and the disc was a message inside the bottle, a message of peace.

What a bitch! Tolu almost said it loud. He must avoid this one like a snake, looking at the way she was carrying herself and finding it difficult to open her mouth to respond to peoples' greetings.

"A penny for your thought" he jerked out of his reminiscing by the sweet voice and smiling face of Sandra. But her phone ranged again before he had time to answer her. Funny how appearance and sometimes first impression can be deceptive, they are both in this case.

Their first real encounter was few days after he was employed, when she had a problem with her Laptop computer. She was so disturbed. Tolu spending 4 years as an apprentice learning computer engineering is not in vain after all.

"If I paid you a penny for your thought, I think you will be a millionaire". She said while sitting herself gracefully. Tolu could not really figure what she want from, she has a finance in America who will likely come and take her anytime according to office gossips. He wanted to express himself but would rather bottled up the message and enjoy the moment while it lasts..."You can't afford it", he replied smiling.

A one year a my dad found an extremely old brew bottle swaying around the Baltic Sea simply off the shore of Kiel. He pulled it in, opened it up and found a message wrote onto the back of a postcard, requesting that the beneficiary send it back to the sender's street number.

It was delivered to the International Maritime Museum in Hamburg and analysts quickly set to work endeavoring to discover where it originated from. They soon figured out how to set up that the note had been composed by 20-year-old Richard Platz who had hurled the container into the sea while climbing with a nature thankfulness amass in 1913. The best part is that notwithstanding, is that they additionally figured out how to find his 62-year-old granddaughter, Angela Erdmann, who lives in drama and gave the mysterious little bit of history over to her.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE.
It was raining and the whole place was wet, adejoke needs to sign her final clearance in school to feel like a graduate for the first time.
On getting to the office of the HOD who supposed to sign for her, she realized she was not with her clearance form...oh no she said, why do I forget this?
She told the HOD about it, but the man said she must bring it on time, because immediately the rain stopped, he will be traveling out of the country, and he won't be back until the end of the month
Adejoke,sent for her friend to forward the form to her, because she can't wait that long for the form to be signed
Her friend put the form in a bottle so as to protect it from rain and sent to her,she got the form and was able to sign the form long before the rain stopped.

Word count : 160 words....

The Bottled message

Laura had just arrived at the restaurant wearing the beautiful red gown mark got for her on their first date before he left the country. she sat quietly waiting for Mark to come unable to contain the excitement running through her blood stream.This was a date Laura had looked forward to all week because after so many months she gets to finally spend time with the love of her life again. A bottle of cocktail had been offered to her but laura decided to wait for Mark before she poured herself a drink, few minutes had passed and Mark still hadn't showed up and laura was becoming really bored but she didn't think twice about leaving because she had missed mark so much and was so desperate to see him again. She started to tickle the bottle with her fixed nails and just then her attention was taken to a small reflection below the bottle and when she focused her attention on what it could be she realized it was a ring, unable to control the joy she stood to her feet hands claps against her mouth as the voice came from behind.marry me laura?

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"Its been 3 years... " Teyona thought as she sat sipping her drink waiting for her date to arrive

They had graduated college together, he was sensitive and caring and she loved that about him.
"The things you love about him now you will hate later, we are more alike than you'd admit" her mother always said. Oh how she hated to hear but deep down she knew and eventually she broke up with him. It had ripped him apart but "its been 3 years now. Surely the wound had healed"
Her marriage was a mess and she was starting to regret leaving him
She had been there for 2 hours now and randall still hadn't showed, maybe she was wrong, maybe he hadn't healed. She had called him and they had set a date. But maybe..... It was a bottled message... One she dreaded to open....

We weren't all that rich but we were living quite all right. Until my father annoyed the wrong people.
They were really raged with anger and they took the law into their hands. They burnt our house and destroyed all our belongings. We were left with nothing.....

After the fire that decimated our tattered house, my family was placed in ruin. My father who was the bread winner of the family didn't see any bread to win for us. We were always hungry, my stomach forever sounding like a distuned French horn. Then things grew worse when I got separated from my pack, my kinsmen my family. I don't know how I wandered into a stingy neighborhood like this one where every kiosk owner owns a big knife and eyes at the back of their head. I haven't eaten anything since then and I know I would have broken the Guinness world record of most days scaled through without eating. Then I saw a piece of bread with a weakling boy such as my self. "This is my chance" I said. After some minutes of tug of war the piece of bread was finally mine.Though I never saw my family again.. I survived but before my life was taken by death, I wrote a message in a piece of paper and put it in a bottle and off to the sea it went. To remind whoever finds it of my pathetic existence.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE.
Life wasn't that fear for Rolake, she did all she could to change the story of her family which went from bad to worse after the death of her father.

She was deep in thought one day, trying to remember all those beautiful moments she had with her late father.

She remembered how her father used to love and care for her, all of a sudden her father final word flashed through her mind.

Where is the bottle my father used to keep by his bed side? She screamed

Her mother was wondering why she was so curious to see the bottle after five years of her father's death,their is a message left for me in the bottle by my father.

The whole family started searching for the common bottle which become so precious for the message it carries

Not too long before they find the bottle, on opening it,they find a pure gold her father spent all his life savings to purchase

They took it to the market, they were all rendered speechless when they got 38 million in exchange for the gold.

That was enough to turn the story of the family around.

"SOS, 18.98°S, 32.177°E"
Ebuka's heart pounded as he read the message on the parchment he'd just pulled out of a wine bottle he saw floating close to the shore.
He ran as fast as he could to the Lifeguard Post. The first lifeguard took a look at the message and waved him off.
"We get hundreds of these every month, many people like to play sick jokes".
The next few he approached gave similar response. The sixth lifeguard seemed touched by his persistence and took him to meet the Superintendent.
"We get many messages like this every week boy, 99 percent are pranks."
"But Sir..."
"But, the local diving team is taking a practice session close to that location, I'll send a unit with them to make sure" the Superintendent ended patting Ebuka on the head.
"Go home and rest now son".

Four hours later, the news announced that a ship carrying 642 people was rescued. Their turbines had blown and communications fried.
As Ebuka and his family watched the television, they heard a knock on the door.
Ebuka's father opened the door and was instantly blinded by flashes from the paparazzi.
"Mr Nnamdi, may we speak to your son?"

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Nice work bro

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This is a beautiful construction for me. I love the plot.

Here's my entry

As the alarm clock blared, Kate reached out instinctively to switch it off. She didn't need it anymore, since she was always awake before 6am anyways. She walked to the bathroom, washed her face, and In minutes, she was heading for the beach.

As she ran, the events of yesterday flashed across her mind, She'd walked in and seen them in bed. She loved Mark with her whole being, why were men so wicked and deceitful? She'd thought they had a future together, and he cheated on her. By now the tears were blinding her, so she stopped and sat close to the water. Just looking at it, had a calming effect, the way the waves came and went, just like the men in her life.

As the sun came up, she could see a bottle floating towards her, she grabbed it as it got near, it had a note in it, a message. She read the letter addressed to a lover from another, the words had her crying again, the writer had described the most beautiful love. Why couldn't Mark love her like this?

A BOTTLED MESSAGE.by @isteemithard
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Walking across the beach, the morning sun, rises along the seas horizon. The wind blows, the waves flow, sand is moved by both. Ocean, this body of saline water, moves men and swallows mountains with both beauty and danger. Looking across the vast salty seascape may appear endless, but land can always be reached. Ocean currents, primarily horizontal water movements that influence temperatures of the regions through which they travel. They stretch and reach all parts of the globe, not a continent goes untouched.
The pen touches paper, or at least it did, now keys are pressed and ink is electronically printed to stacks of sheets. A message is created but what is it really? A written communication sent to or left for a recipient who cannot be contacted directly.
A bottle, the container with a neck that is narrower than the body and the opening mouth. Typically made of glass, clay, plastic, aluminum or other impervious materials meant to keep contents contained and protected.
A click, a clank, as it taps along the seashore. A bottle washes up, it’s been some time since it was once tossed in. What a vast journey that it must have traveled.
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In the sea of silence

Every day I wrote the same words with a special dedication. The calligraphy neat and adorned with the patience that the years grant, the paper without wrinkles and foldable, the empty bottle and the crystal clean. The composition was perfect, each element was part of the whole, but that didn't matter, for Elisha none of that had any meaning.

Every day, after depositing the message in the bottle, I was going to Main Avenue, crossed the second alley, deposited the bottle on the floor, and gave three soft touches on the door. Then I returned after my steps, and in the trash, I contemplated the bottle of the previous day.

Every day was the same.

The work that I dedicated to that messaging was my way of apologizing to her, but it didn't seem to work. I felt like a castaway in the solitude of her silence. I wonder if this is her punishment, I wonder if she forgot me, or if she even remembers me. I don't know. I don't care. I can only write this message on the bottle and send it until one day she comes to rescue me.

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Somewhere in Africa, deep in the valley of Kiraju was a small peaceful village called Faku known for its riches in gold, agriculture you name it. Its people lived in peace with one another, women so beautiful and men so strong. Faku had lots of enemies that it will always defeat but none like the yellow haired men, skin so fair it almost looked transclucent who raided the village on a peaceful summer night. The people of Faku had heard of the strange looking men, but never believed the stories..

"Don't leave me mama!" Little Tamayu cried as one of the strange men pulled her mother away, they rounded up the grownups and dragged them to their boats at the river bank. Her father had been hit with one of their magic weapons which emitted fire and a very loud noise and was now bloody and motionless alongside the other village warriors. “Do not forget the daughter of whom you are Tamayu!” her mother yelled back “like a message in a bottle keep safe all that you have been taught!” And with that she was dragged away.
Little Tamayu was now left in the cold world on her own.

The Wife's Message

Segun stared at the wall in despair. His 4-year marriage was crumbling before his eyes.
It had begun slowly. First, his wife started complaining he faulted her over everything. Then she refused to cook, saying he thought her food wasn’t good enough for him. Like he could ever harbour such thoughts! Now, she could hardly bear to stay in the same room with him.
There was a knock on the door. It was his elder sister, Funke.
“Okay,” she said, stalking into the room. “Tell me everything.”
He started, letting it all pour out. He was almost in tears at the end.
Funke’s eyes were full of pity. “I see,” she said. “Little brother, marriage is never easy, but you have missed your wife’s message. It’s a message in a bottle –you must look within her behaviours to find it.”
Suddenly, Segun understood. He had subtly blamed his wife for their lack of children. She had taken that and put it into all the other parts of their lives. To save his marriage, he must stop the blame and love her fully again.
He looked up at Funke. “Thank you, sister.” He said fervently. “I know what to do.”

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This one is my favorite!

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Thanks very much! :)

A BOTTLED MESSAGE.

Daniella is a young woman who wanted to create awareness in the conservation of the nature, so she decided to carry out a survey in a mall near the Lake of Maracaibo.

Just one question asked:

¿WHAT DO YOU SEE AT THIS TIME?
Pointing the landscape.

Almost everyone agreed on the answers:

"I SEE THE LAKE, BIRDS, BOATS AND THE SUN".

There was a blind man but due to his condition she asked:

¿WHAT DO YOU FEEL AT THIS TIME?
imagine the landscape please.

He answered:

"I FEEL THE FRESH BREEZE CHARTERING MY BEING, THE BIRDS WITH IT'S BEAUTIFUL SONG REVOLVING THE IMMENSITY OF THE LAKE, WHOSE WATERS WHISPERS IN MY EARS AND FILL ME WITH PEACE, THE BOATS ADORNING THE LANDSCAPE AND THE SUNSET REFLECTED IN THE LAKE WITH IT'S WARM COLORS".

Then Daniella wrote on a paper this message:

"WE BELIEVE IN GOD LIKE THE BLIND BELIEVES IN HIS CREATION, NOT BECAUSE HE SEES BUT BECAUSE HE FEELS IT. TAKE CARE OF OUR ENVIRONMENT ".

She rolled the paper, put it in a bottle and threw it into the Lake, hoping that the message was found and spread throughout the world generating a positive change in humanity.

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A BOTTLED MESSAGE

One day on the beach, walking on the shore, I tripped with a bottle full of corals, I hit my feet, I grabbed it and threw it with rage at some stones, when it broke a paper came out of it, it was a yellow and old leaf that I had the following message:

Help, we lost the coordinates on the high seas and the boat is not in good condition, help please. February /20/1983

My heart leapt from my chest, I was confused, a message written 35 years ago that I had gotten too late.
Investigate on the internet and there was indeed a story about a ship that was shipwrecked for several months lost at sea and no survivor was found.
I had many mixed feelings and a certain impotence, if only that message had arrived on time at the hands of someone, maybe that crew was alive.

But that is God's plan and his time is perfect.

A Bottled Message

Luci, used to travel with his father who was a sailor, traveled by boat the beautiful sea, watching each sunset together while he told her their stories about their journeys. One afternoon he told how they sent messages inside bottles with the hope that they would be received or lost in the immense sea.
At 16 years old, Luci loses her father because of a strange illness, decides to throw her ashes into the sea where she lived so many adventures and remembers that story of the bottled message, writes a letter which she also puts in a bottle.

The letter:

Today a wonderful being left this world, with the most noble and wise heart that could exist, to him I owe what I am, I greatly appreciate his stories and teachings.
Part of his life he had in the sea and his ashes rested on it.

Beloved father, for me you have not died, you will live in my memories and my heart forever.

I love you infinitely.

That message was found 70 years later, by a journalist who published an article about him.

His Bottled Message

My sister and her fiance has been dated for seven years and she's been waiting for him to propose.
One faithful evening, he calls her for a dinner. She feels excited and expectant that her need will be met that evening, but also, she was angry that on previous occasions like this, he had said nothing.
Half way through the dinner, her fiance says he had something special to tell her, so this made her anxiety and expectation level to grow higher then he pulls the trigger by saying that he's going on a one year business trip to take pictures of frogs. This made her so angry and irritated (cause she assumed he was leaving her for frogs), so she stood up and left.
She was so furious that she didn't even notice the waiter coming with a wine bottle her fiance ordered with a message on it "WILL YOU BE MY WIFE".
My sister feels so depressed up on till today cos she missed his bottled message.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE
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My son, If you are reading this, then I am probably dead or in prison.
I told my lawyer to give you the keys to the safe on the day you can't reach me .
I am sorry I'm leaving you all alone; it's solely my fault and the crooked life I was living.
It was never my intention to leave you so little to believe in.
I know you came in that night and saw your mother bleeding.
It was a little fight, but before I knew it, she was on the floor and was barely breathing.
I was drunk that night, like most other nights, and I acted without clear reasoning.
I am sorry for the pain I caused you, and also for making you lie to the police so they could believe me.
I'm very sorry and I wish you could forgive me.
I decided to leave this message in a green bottle to remind you not to live like I did.

I know you love to write, so I told my friend Stach about you.
And He said he would be there to help you whenever you need him.
To you, my son
Ayo Bamidele

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Ogbanje

Tega would go the ends of the earth to keep her rocky secret a secret. The Iyi-uwa, it might very well look like a tired talus, an appendage that she had to drag with her alongside her heavy cast of bones and flesh. But still, it served as her only chance back Home, back to the freeing she craved for. If the Iyi-uwa was crushed, she would be caught between nowhere and everywhere.

So, as she journeyed, for the fifth time, through the Road leading up to her mother's womb, her spirit mates tugged at her. They feared that like the rest of them, she would be incised and branded on the chest, till her only escape was to betray out the Iyi-uwa.

But, Tega knew where to keep her secret safe. Rather than hide it under trees, she would grind her iyi-uwa into powder, sift it into the bottle of alcohol her soon-to-be father would drink till he gulped down every bit of it. So that to find her, they would, first, have to kill him.

She was an Ogbanje, after all, and with that, came the power to unfurl a secret and stash it into a bottle.

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A brilliant extrapolation of the Ogbanje myth. We Africans don't need dragons and Game of Thrones all the time; we have our own mythologies, our own spirits and powers and mystical traditions that can be mined for some really original fiction.


A message in a bottle

Paula was a single mother who lived with her young son Paul. During the day she worked as a domestic worker and at night she was a hospital nurse. Paul, as he grew up, asked his mother: Mommy, where's my dad? My school friends make fun of me because I do not have a father, she answered him: Son someday you will meet him, be patient !.
Years later, Paula, sick of the lungs, a disease that was deteriorating little by little, Paul, worried about his health, left the studies to take care of her. One day Paula called her son and said: "My son, I give you this bottle, the day I die you must take it to this address, there you will ask about José who is your father.
The day his mother died, Paul brought the message that his mother had bottled to the indicated address. When he arrived at the place that touched the door, a man greeted him, Paul with sad eyes said: Papa, I am your son! my mother Paula sent you this message. They embraced each other strongly and since that day they lived together, José filled the emptiness that once he left to his son.

The gangster's debt

It's the eighties and modernity is at its height in New York. Large and ostentatious buildings are everywhere. The demolitions of old buildings occur almost daily. In an old house in New York, some workers were preparing the house to be demolished. In the basement, it was noticeable that the floor was irregular, indicating that something had been buried. When digging, they found a pit filled with 30 sealed wooden boxes, with a printed symbol that read "Demerara rum." When taking out the first box and opening it, there were many bills and a large transparent bottle, inside which was a paper.

The foreman took out the paper and read it: "Dear Capone, I am sending you 29 boxes of the best Caribbean rum. In this box is the payment of the $ 200,000 that I owed you... the debt is paid ". The message was signed by "Lucky". The foreman realized that in his hands had a document that implicated the mobsters Al Capone and Charly "Lucky" Luciano and dated from the 1920s, the era of alcohol prohibition in the United States.

Encapsulating my seven sins with you


Look at you rejoices me. Knowing that you are happy pleases me, although I have to admit that I have always wanted to be the rhythm and melody that accompany the vivacity of your smile and intensify the beating of your passionate heart.
While I am content to be a supporting actor in your life full of emotions and triumphs in the company of the one you love, a great man, without a doubt, there are moments like this, in which the least sublime of my humanity, it blooms and I feel envy.
I would like to whisper in your ear that I love you, although I am aware that lust would set the tone of our first meeting alone, to give way to the anger of having to free you for the arrogance that I would have tasted, greedily, every space of your body, but laziness consumes me and I hardly dare, with greed, to concentrate my joy on this piece of paper that I will keep in a bottle to bury it or throw it into the sea, because as you well know, those two elements unite us and unite forever.

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Shipwreck in the Mediterranean

I hope that this letter will be found on time in this miraculous bottle so I can survive.

I am a sad and aimless boatwoman alone in the confines of the world . In this desert island I found this bottle and graphite;I was on a journey through the middle of the Mediterranean because I could not bear living in a country at war, but the boat sank; thankfully fate helped me survive. I really prefer the silence of this island , only the birds are heard, the wind swirls with the trees and the noise of the waves which, in addition to this beautiful sky in which the stars shine with an unimaginable brightness that inspire me to continue living. I eat fruits, fish and drink water from the springs, this island is a paradise.

If you find this letter, please come save me, so I can get to tell the world the fateful thing about living in war and the wonderfulness of peace that this discovered nature brings, without any more,

Grateful.
Amira

The grandfather’s gift

In my grandfather’s house was a liquor bar, it was the most complete that I had seen. The day of my 12th birthday, he told me: "This bottle of 1980 wine is yours; you’ll drink it in my memory the day of my death". It was a very sad gift for what it meant, and he told me that I should be happy, because with that gift I would always remember him.

One winter Sunday, I received the news of my grandfather's death. The rain and my tears were one. When I arrived at the grandfather's house, I remembered the gift he had left me. I went to the bar and took the bottle of wine. I noticed that the bottle was very light, and I realized that it had already been opened and inside the bottle there was a paper. I pulled the paper out and as I read it, the tears kept rolling down my cheeks. My grandfather wrote: "Dear grandson, my soul is still alive in the Chevrolet Bel Air 1958 that is now yours ... I love you".

The Prediction


That coastal city, had been hit several times in the last century by earthquakes and tsunamis, however, the mayor had decided to move the center of climate research to a much more modest headquarters to build on that land, a shopping center.

In the work of earthworks, the workers found an old bottle of Orange Crush that contained a kind of papyrus, which they decided to keep to try to sell it to a collector. At noon, they told the supervisor of the work that the sheet of paper they had taken from the bottle had a series of dates and times, that he would check them when he could to determine if they had any meaning.

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The supervisor left at noon to his home to help his eldest son with a task about earthquakes in the area. That afternoon there was a tsunami that devastated more than a third of the city, including the construction area. The supervisor surprised by his good luck remembered the papyrus he had in his pocket reading with panic, next to the date of the day that was about to end, a sadly famous hour for the city and the country, 2:19 p.m.

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Break the Bottle: SOS

I’m a young woman lost on a desert island, I arrived here by swimming after the ship that was supposed to take me on a journey from South America to Norway sank. I’m the only survivor.

I thank god that I arrived to this beautiful island in the middle of nowhere, I ignore its location, the only thing I’m sure of is that the ship was navigating the North Sea but due to the cold waters and the electric storm it sank. I had bought a third class ticket to see my beloved Froilan that now lives in Norway to seek for a better life for the both of us.

I write this letter in the hopes that the one who finds it makes it public so it can reach to you, my dear Froilan. My heart and mind are with you always. I wake up every morning and I’m reminded of you by watching the wonderful waters and splendid blue sky. I miss you.

I hope that you can find me, I know you will. I know you will cross lands and seas to make our love come true once again.

With Love, Faviana


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Hope alive

Looking away from the horizon a beautiful sunset on the beach, with fragile feelings to flower of skin, a tender look of girl in me, feeling the soft breeze brush my skin as the sweetest of kisses , my mind embodied the memory of that being beloved whom I miss so much. I write my feelings through a few lines and seal their destination in a bottle that navigates the corners of the seas with the hope of being found by I that person I who yearns to see again

My tears come from the depths of my heart, cleaning my cheeks and venting all the pains of my cruel destiny that separated me from you that morning when you you went from this same place with a smile that illuminated your face and with a warm kiss you i showed my soul. I remember your lips like it was yesterday when you promised me you would come back.

My gray hair and my wrinkles are proof that I'm still waiting for your return, The sun shine every morning, is the hope to find you and hug you once more

The top of success.

On the top of a mountain was a treasure, all those who dared to go for it ended up failing, since they all trusted what the story written by their ancestors said. They wrote that those who follow their steps would reach the top of the top and get the treasure that hid a very valuable secret, the secret to success and be happy.
One day a boy with a different ideology arrived, he started the trip without saying anything, and without getting carried away by the story. They spent sunny days and very cold nights. One morning the boy arrived in the village, very serene, quite cheerful and his energy was incredible. I look for a speaker and shouted calling everyone. Once gathered, he said: The treasure most sought by all of us has been achieved, it is not as they painted it in history; It is a pot with a paper inside that says the following: To be successful, believe in yourself. Create your way and just enough to really enjoy each experience to be happy. Sincerely: A divergent.
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The Lost Soul

Dwayne lived in Florence, he was vast in all skills. He was an engineer, a writer, a physician, an artist...name it! He was skilled. One morning, he peeped out his window and just next to his, he saw the most beautiful being on earth. He was amazed at such beauty and at once, he rushed to make a painting of this ravishing soul. So he did a quickie and with the painting was a message...

Hoping to give it to her the next day, he made his move. When he got to the so called apartment he taught she stayed in, he was told she had left just some minutes before he came and they told him that she was heading towards a certain location. At once, he ran after her. He boarded a ship to the location. While on the ship, he bottled the message and cased the painting.

At night, the tide became intensed and wrecked the ship and everyone died on the ship that day, leaving the message bottled and forever lost on the sea.

Nathaniel,
I know I haven't been the best of persons lately with all that has happened. However, if I tell you what has happened to me, you will be shocked.
I decided to take a trip round the world to see countries with rich cultural heritage. Do not get me started on the food, it was amazeballs. The aesthetics were unlike what we are used to and I must say, I don't plan on returning to where I call home.
But, as I passed the island of Fiji, a terrible storm started and wrecked my ship. Luckily for us, we were able to take refuge on the island. In the past 3 months, I've become built, killed a snake, killed a boar (though the boar almost killed me too), learnt survival skills to last a lifetime, and, have had no human interaction.
I send this to you in a bottle in the hopes that it reaches you and you send help to get me off this goddamn island.

Samuel.

The bottle was intercepted by a seagull and Samuel was never saved

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BOTTLED MESSAGE
Remmy had become a major part of tatiana's life, her best friend forever, he was always there when she needed him, in times of happiness and in times of sorrow, she had gone through countless failed relationships, she had bad luck with men, she was done with men, she needed another companion, a true one, that's when she found remmy, yes remmy was a cat.
But recently remmy had been behaving strange, he kept hopping onto her breast whenever they were together, and she kept wondering what would make her cat behave so immoral. She was sitting with remmy on the couch today when he suddenly hopped onto her breast and bit her so hard that she cried in pain.
She immediately went to the hospital to treat the injury, seeing the wound, the doctor decided they do a scan to see how far his teeth went. When the results came, they saw the depth of remmy's teeth (it did no damage) but they also found a tumor, tatiana had early stage breast cancer.
She was shocked, then she understood everything, remmy was a special cat, it was his way of sending her a message, he saved her life.

New communication system.

These were two islands far from the urbanization, where there was no type of satellite signal, could not communicate by cell phones, or via internet. One of the islands (LocoLand) was quite populated and many families were separated in that environment, since due to the lack of housing they were in need and enabled a new call "Soledad". Many families, friendships, were divided and with the passing of time one of those inhabitants had a great idea. He created his own work to cover expenses, tried to be the messenger of these two islands and although he did not have a boat or lanhcas for his poverty, he decided to be the one that crossed swimming from one island to another, carrying the messages of his clients. So that the letters do not get wet I look for containers or bottles of plastics and thus to reuse those materials. He was the creator of that communication system called Bottled Message.

"Do you have the money?"
I replied, my voice shaking
"I need to know she's with you. Give me something. Let me know that you have her", I replied as the Cops had instructed me.
"No questions if you want your wife back alive"
"I need to know she's with you and she's alive. I want proof".
The voice chuckled.
"Very well then, I will send you a message, a message that can only come from your wife. Come to your junction in 30 minutes".
I rebuffed the questioning glances of the cops quietly. At precisely 30 minutes, a bike drove up and dropped a package. I was out the door and racing to the junction. I saw the package and tore it open to find a clear bottle. I took one look at the contents and threw myself to the right, hurling the contents of my stomach.

I walked back to the house crying as the cops picked up the bottle with the proof inside. On the body of the bottle was a glued note with the words hastily scrawled:
"You wanted proof, here's one"

He sent me a message alright, my wife's middle finger.

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Nice one, sounds like a snippet from Hollywood 😁

"To whom it may concern.
I'm Arnold. If I am counting correctly, this is my one hundred and twenty-first letter.

I have been here, alone, for more than 333 days (I stopped counting when I ran out deer bones to keep tabs with).

My crew and I were in search of a new treasure known as "steem." It was said to be worth a fortune and could only be found beyond the point where the blue sea turns green.

I set out with my crew, but we hit a storm.
Now I'm marooned on this island, all alone, with mischievous monkeys for Company!

I have all the steem in the world now, but no way home!

If you decide to sail for this island, just keep north until you reach the point where the blue sea turns green, hopefully, you'll be able to find me.

-Captain Arnold
August 2017"

Sara stared at the bottle and the rumpled paper in her hand.

"Poor Arnold" she thought to herself.
"Who knows what could have been his fate"

She put back the paper in bottle and flung it back into the ocean and walked away.

It was the year 2045.

END

A renowed pirate named xaxo marpho found a map that would lead him to treasures unimaginable;on one of his escapades. So he steeled himself to embark on a long perilous journey across the sea. He chose the best of his crew to take on the task. He chose sorcerers ,skilled fighters,path finders and other formidable individuals. The best and swiftest of his ship was selected to sail them across the red narrow sea. They were met with a succession of obstacles and challenges. They encountered phantoms,
sea monsters and goblins. And they defeated them all. They were very close to getting their prize when even the sea became an enemy. The sea reared up and transformed into different shapes and forms.They were surrounded on all sides. The evil before them;proved great and mighty,too mighty for even great Xaxo marpho and his formidable crew. Xaxo marpho had the premonition that the end was near. He could feel it in his guts. The ship was breaking into splinters;sinking rapidly. His crew members were being swallowed whole by the sea before his very eyes.In the teeth of despair;He bottled up the map, with a message written upon it, saying:"finder... Keeper".

A Mad Man Trapped on an Island

He said
"I talked to the trees, the bushes, the lizard that was eating the dragon fly. Even the dragon fly before it died said the samething. That I should let everyone feel my rap!! I was stock in this island for close to what seemed like three weeks but it had one thousand and ninety five days. What am I say? That's about three years to be exact, stock here in this island. Ever since I landed in the backyard of Wakanda no one has come to find me, cause they know I'll be up to some revolutionary lines. Just wait for me to write them down and they thought I was supposed to be a doctor because of small distinction in all the courses. Don't worry I'll bottle my rap as a message and throw into the high sea. It will make more money than any Igbo man's container."

Then he quickly wrote thre words down put it in a coca cola bottle and threw it at the psychiatrist.

A Bottled Message

They knocked on her door a couple of times, nor did the insistent call make her get out of the bed in which she had buried her dreams several weeks ago, she felt like a forgotten old rag doll, forgotten by the world and forgotten by God.

Everything had changed for her the day when she received "the message" in a small shiny glass bottle.

He was so small, so helpless... at night she still heard his laughter trapped in the walls and that killed her slowly. It was still October, the bitter autumn that took away everything she loved.

For her the obsession that he had with pirates, ships and shipwrecked was always a bit theatrical. Finding that bottle on his bed with his suicide letter left her adrift, lost in the middle of an island of pain, depression and loneliness.

She got out of bed, took a deep breath and broke the bottle that she kept like a treasure; the letter fell to the ground along with the pieces of glass. She pressed vertically on her wrists the sharp tips and she let the blood begin to come out, waiting anxiously to reunite with her son.

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El mensaje de las 8 botellas
Diana como siempre. Dispuesta a continuar con su aventura de conseguir la respuesta sobre cómo llegar a ser una maestra de luz.
Pasaba de un grupo a otro, y así hasta que, un día, como cualquier día, se encontró con Merquisedec, un angel de Dios:
Ve a Canaima, Venezuela y busca entre las tribus las ocho botellas, cada una tiene un mensaje.
Reinició su aventura. Fue de tribu en tribu: Kanwaripa, Kavac, Wareipa, La Maloca, Santa Cruz de Apauken y otros. En cada uno se quedó para conocer su cultura y así averiguar la existencia de las bolletas.
Por fin, reunió las ocho botellas, cada una enumerada y con su color muy particular. Ninguna era igual. Por lo tanto, se fue al Salto Angel, considerado por sus maestros un vórtice de energía.

Botella Mensaje
1 Irradia: amor, ecuanimidad, compasión y gozo
2 Busca la unidad del todo
3 Prepárate para recibir conocimiento
4 Ten pensamientos de esperanza
5 Déjate llevar a los cielos
6 Reconcíliate con la familia espiritual
7 Regocíjate por nuestros logros
8 Permite la transformación

Diana fue pensando en cada mensaje sintiendo una paz, que la llevó a ser parte del uno y del todo.

hello friends all! where ever you are. I will tell you my experience at school. I went to school wearing my school distance of 3 km. just 2 weeks i school. my bike is stolen

LOVE ENDURES.

It was the 25th of December in year 2017, and we were all on the beach having a good time, when my mother dragged I and my younger sister to where used to be her private spot with her husband(my dad) before they divorced. It wasn't long before we started playing with the sand from the beach when my hand came in contact with a solid material. Out of curiosity, I brought it up, lo and behold! It was a bottle, with a note in it.

It reads:

" Dear Eunice,

I have loved you all my life, and why would I stop now? You are the mother of my kids, the dawn when I wake, and the twilight of my life.
I will always love you, and I never cheated on you. I know one day you will find this letter, and you would realise I would love you even to my grave.

Love, Ben "

It was my dad's letter to my mom. A message in a Bottle hidden in the sand for sixteen years. When I was through reading it, my mom could not hold back her tears.

Mummy came in through the verandah door, wearing a pensive look and obviously worried about something. It wasn't difficult to decipher that something was amiss.
She came into the sitting room and sat without a word, looking intermittently at my face especially when I was not looking.
Tears started rushing down her cheeks as freely as the benevolent rains that drop from the Skies.

I began to fear so much knowing that whatever it was, must have been serious. Could it be her job? Did anyone insult, harass her? Mom was known for her strong personality, it was really difficult to get to the soft part of her no matter what happened.
She was an encouragement to everyone who crossed her paths.

Then she looked away and slept off.
Upon second thoughts I discovered mom was holding a piece of bottle, I tiptoed towards her only to discover that it was a bottled message from the International police, dad was killed in the war in South Sudan so they had to notify us of the shipment of the corpse.

Oh my God, the shock was so much that I never knew when I passed out

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The sun was just setting in the horizon and my legs ached from running up and down the beach all day. Why was I running? I just wanted to find an answer, any answer! My life was going nowhere really fast and I was running out of beach. Suddenly my foot landed on something smooth and slippery, I stumbled forwards and looked back at my silent assailant. "A Bottle?" I said, picking it up. It was an ordinary green wine bottle, a little dirty from the sand but I could still see a piece of paper rolled up inside. I sat down and pulled out the cork, then I shook the bottle till the little scroll fell out. I slowly unrolled it to find written in very neat script, a message which must have been for me. It said

Tomorrow is a mystery, Yesterday should be history, and today please just write your story!

I smiled, rolled back the note and put it in the bottle. Then I flung it back into the ocean for another me to find in another time. As the sun finally set, I walked off to my little cottage to start writing my story.

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The García family lives far from the city in the vicinity of a river, and their only means of transport to reach it is through two boats that exist in the farmhouse. One day they were presented with an emergency with the youngest son, who needed medical assistance but did not have such boats. One of his sons had a great idea to send a message and that he would arrive in town, which would be to write on a sheet of paper the need that had been presented to him with his little brother, and then put it in a bottle, put it in the river that with its strong current out to its destination. After several hours of waiting, they saw a spot that was approaching from the river, what was your surprise? It was the doctor who had received the message.

Words:144

R v Dudley and Stephens


If you are reading this, pray a silent prayer. Our boat was wrecked, we escaped barely with our lives. Only to be lost at sea on a flimsy lifeboat with little to eat and though we were surrounded by water we had none to quench our thirst.

Our captain proved himself resourceful, by killing a turtle spotted by Mr Edwin. This turtle bought us a little time in hopes of a rescue that never seemed to come. Out of thirst I broke the scared rule of the seas. Now I fear the worst, with my deteriorating health that I just might become the turtle.

I pretended not to hear the whispers amongst them, but I could not miss the look of savagery in captain Dudley and Mr. Edwin eyes. Even the meek Mr. Edmurd seemed to be struggling with this new but yet very real nature.

I hold not faults against whatever action they take I hope they chose the necessary evil. Being the sacrificial lamb is not so bad is it?. I believe captain Dudley will do the needful.

Yours truly

Richard Parker the Cabin boy

A Sad Message

Favour, a few weeks would have passed before you read this, if you followed the instruction you should be my sister's place now, There are a few things I wanted to say to you that night when the news came that i wont make it but you got emotional and wouldn't let me finish. I am very sorry for leaving you and your siblings soo early.
You guys are scrolled on my heart, you have been from the 1st day,with your sweet smiles.
Don't think of me too often, I don't want you getting sad, just live well, just live, I will be walking beside you every step of the way.
Tears rolled from my eyes as I read this MESSAGE my mother left for me in a BOTTLE.

Pvt. Thomas Hughes a British World War I soldier in 1914, wrote a letter to his wife which he sealed in a ginger ale bottle. This bottle was thrown into the English Channel. Pvt. Thomas Hughes died two days later in France.


In 1999 while a fisherman was doing what he knows best "fishing" at the River Thames, he found the ginger ale bottle. But by this time, it was too late to deliver the letter to Pvt. Thomas Hughes wife because she died in 1979.
But before Pvt. Thomas Hughes died, he had a 1 year old daughter who by this time was 86 year old. The message was delivered to her in New Zealand where she stayed.

He was always seeking the perspective of other persons. He knew much, but always wanted more even from the person you least expect would be of intellectual value to him. I wondered why.

Seated in his sitting room, there was this corner of the house he wouldn’t allow me to access each time I came around; I was really curious to know what was hidden there.

This day as I strained my eyes in that direction I caught the reflection of a portrait through a glass bottle that held flowers. It read thus:

“There were six blind men who daily stayed by the road and begging from the people who passed. Obviously they couldn’t have seen, but have heard much about elephants. This day an elephant was driven down that road and they begged the driver to let them have at least a feel of what an elephant is like.

The first felt the hand and concluded it is like a wall.

The second felt the tusk and concluded it is a spear.

The third held the trunk and concluded it belongs to the snake family.

The fourth felt the legs and argued it was a tree.

The fifth was privileged to hold the ears and was certain it is like a huge fan.

The sixth only caught the tail and argued it was like a rope and nothing close to a snake.

They all argued unendingly.”

Well, they were all correct, but could have pulled their perspectives together to get a better picture of the build of an elephant.

Could this be the wisdom behind my friend’s attitude? I thought to myself.

THE UNHEARD ADIEU:A BOTTLED MESSAGE


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"Hello... Ami?"
"Yes !"
"It's been three years and I am still not over you."
Ami at once recognised Ana's voice.
"You were the one who left without a word."
"Don't tell me you didn't receive my message."
"I didn't."
"So didn't you open the birthday gift given by me?"
"I knew it was a champagne to make me regret my drinking. It's still over my table..... unwrapped....reminding me of my loss...you.."

"How about unwrapping it now?"

Tears rolled down his eyes as he saw an empty bottle with a rolled paper inside that read...
"I love you.I don't wanna go but you drink too much that becomes unbearable at times.Let me help you quit drinking .Please tell me you want me more than the drinks.... before I leave the country tomorrow morning."

Ami had already decided to quit but couldn't tell her because of the fight they had at his 25th birthday party.He didn't unwrap the gift being sure it was a champagne sarcastically expressing her rage about his drinking.Ana left when Ami didn't call.When Ami decided Ana might have cooled down,he called but it was already too late.

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I love your story. Somewhat inspiring!

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Thanks a ton.

Despite the fact that we are in the 21st century and we have technology that makes life easier for us at great distances, we have difficulties and we have recourse to other means of communication to ask for help, as is the case with Mr. Thomas.
As every day he went out on his boat to do his work such as fishing, he had a bottle of water with him, a pencil and sheets of paper to write stories while he waited for a good fish. That's how his day went, not counting that day would be different from the others his boat had a flaw and he did not find a way to solve it and without having the means to ask for help. His water ran out, they spent two days, tired remembered his family and a story that his son told him about a castaway and a bottle. He came up with an idea he wrote Help I am in the middle of the rugged sea whoever finds this bottle, I ask you to please help me. Several days passed before I could not hear a voice saying "Friend", we came to help him.

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A very rainy day, Steban went in search of his mother's medicine, when, in the middle of the road, he was in a storm fountain, the boat was left in nothingness! steban desperate without knowing that if his mother will not have her medicines worsened! Suddenly a fisherman arrived and asked him: Hey steban, what happened to you! He answers my mother is sick and went to the city to look for medicines and the boat became nothing because of the storm. Millet do not lose faith you will see that you will have your mother's medicines. Steban turns the river down and sees a bottle of glass sending a message in the bottle !!! Well, that's how I wrote a sheet and sent the message! The next day I knocked on the door and was a doctor with the medicines Steban was happy and gave his mother's medicines thanks to the doctor!

MY ENTRY - A BOTTLED MESSAGE

Couldn't she have waited?
Was the cruelty and oppression of the society drowning her flourishment?
Was the environment making a mockery of her status?

Little Abigail modifying her lifestyle for the worse claimed qualities that were never her attributions.

She couldn't stand the mockery and gossips of her persistent begging and sufferings.
The community agitated this!

As I stared at the letter in my hands, tears rolled down my cheeks.
Pragmatically, this will never be a story to share.

Life wasted on prostitution!
Died of a disease my soul forbids to share!
As my eyes scanned through the phrase,"Worms all over her vagina as we found her lying on her bed...".

I bitterly poured more blames on the community.

"Her body was buried immediately out of Shame of letting the society get to hear this and since her identity was unknown. All callers turned disclaimers and never called back on hearing of her death not even the abomination..."

Young Abigail is gone and her family in the village are unaware.
Who will break this news to them?
Who will relate such taboo?
As for me and my vocal cords, they will stay bottled!

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

Something seemed to be blocking the toilet from flushing properly.
Pouring in sufficient water, I was surprised to see a bottle float up. Curious, I opened it only to be confronted with my brother's handwriting.

John,
I just realized how hard it is to tell someone they will never see you again. Your boss showed up this evening and asked me to meet him by the bridge else he'd come after mama. From the look on his face I know I'm not coming back which is why I am writing this. I may not have been able to shield you from the streets no matter how hard I tried, but in my heart of hearts, you remain my kid brother. For the sake of this family, I need you to be the man of the house when I'm gone. I'll go gladly knowing you are taking care of them. Stay safe little brother. I'll be up there with the big man in the skies looking out for all of you.

The next morning, my brother's body was deposited at our door and mama died less than three hours later from shock.

DAD'S BOTTLED MESSAGE

My father always tried to teach me that patience was the best virtue but I didn't learn until he presented it as A BOTTLED MESSAGE and I had it uncork it myself. For me I believed, the patient dog eats the smaller bone.
Asked my dad for a phone change, he promised to, but it soon started to take time, so I got impatient with him. During their wedding anniversary this year as a normal routine they get four of their five children a hamper of gifts. When I got mine, I was anxious and expectant that my new phone would be there, so I hurriedly started unpacking my gifts but without seeing what I wanted, I got impatient along the line and left it angrily to my room.
Later that night,I saw my youngest brother with a new iphone and when I asked how he got it, he said dad left a bottled message (wrapped iPhone) deep down the hamper and since I didn't uncork the bottle (as a result of impatience), I missed the BOTTLED MESSAGE dad had for me(patience).

It was raining heavily, the breeze killed lots of people in Richards ship, Richard being the captain decided to send people down with lifeboats, but to no avail. They all died as soon as they landed on the water.
It was like a cursed place on the water, Richard noticed the slightest animal like rat started dying due to thunder storm.
All Richard had in mind was to save the whole world know that the route they took is a way to hell, a suicide route.
He tried calling the nearest seaport, but all effort was wasted due to no network service at that particular moment
Richard then recalled what his father told him "A Bottled Message will help the world" so Richard immediately wrote a letter and inserted in into a Coke bottle he then looked for a cover and then threw in into the water
That was how Richard saved millions of lives with A Bottled Message

I stood there at his bedside. He hadn’t spoken in weeks. He was barely alive, thanks to expensive machines keeping his vital functions working.

So many playful moments went through my mind as I remembered his better days. He had been an amazing man, I had been privileged to know him.

Yet, one of the things he had taught me was stoicism. I didn’t let my emotions out very often. I was always the strong one, the one to stand firm while others cried, screamed or otherwise vented. It was one of my strengths.

Still, it also meant that some things were only implied and never said. Did they count when they were never uttered? Would it make a difference to say the things which both parties already knew?

Maybe I was simply afraid to say it. The feelings buried so deeply that they oozed out with every action. But inaccessible to the voice. Somehow, the bottle needed to open and pour out… and quickly.

I saw his eyelids flicker and I knew it was now or never.
“I love you, Dad!”
Then the heartbeat line went flat.
My eyes flooded – with sadness, but also relief.
He knew.

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A BOTTLED MESSAGE

In the month of October came such a peculiar bottle with a beautiful loop in raffia kicked in its mouth, adorned with so delicate snail with its three delicate colors, characteristic of the beaches of the Caribbean Sea. Through its crystal wall it was visualized in its interior on a white sand formed by small marine shells and conches, a small parchment tied with a thin one that silver and in its ends shone the most precious crystals with pearls; when uncorking the bottle, extract the parchment, to discover its contents, with so much emotion! A sublime message worthy of the Gods. Discover an emotional invitation to a wedding; but not a couple but two, continue reading between the word and the words of the world that takes place in Punta Brava on the beaches of Morrocoy National Park, our surprise of such a wonderful event where we will be sharing as a family on Christmas Eve, with clothing allusive to the finest and delicate Caribbean fantasies.
Our happiness of this event, and anxious that the day arrives to accompany them in such important nuptial ceremony that is the beginning of the formalization as a Family

I write what I could not tell you looking into my eyes.

I love you so much and you give me so many emotions that have overwhelmed me:

What kind of tenderness can awaken the person who touched your soul. He has some invisible notes that come to your inner strings. And it creates magical music.

You can caress without touching. Calm down without words that storm that sometimes overwhelms your soul. With one glance...

You lick it, for a moment it stops, but inside you it whispers in a low voice, strokes the excited waves of consciousness... And the calm comes.

You look into his eyes and discern all the shades and semitones of the universe. They are instantly able to change the world around you, mixing, creating a unique palette of happiness, tenderness and unusual ease inside.

And you understand how little is meant by what we mistakenly attribute to value. And how important it is that next to you there is at least one person who can illuminate and paint your world with the colors of his beautiful soul...

And such a ray for me was you...

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A Bottled Message

These thick reeds of our favourite lake...
A year ago we enjoyed the warm fragrant water of our lake all summer, swam and watched the ducks and ducklings in the reeds.
We were happy together so much, we constantly chatted, laughed and kissed!
We wandered near the lake, holding hands, and telling each other the intimate things of our lives.
We revealed our inmost thoughts and feelings.

Our happiness was so boundless and huge, that we wrote a note about how much we love each other, put this note in a bottle and threw it into the thick of the reeds!

What happened to our love?
Now we live in different countries, we are divided thousands of kilometers away.
But this beautiful lake remembers our happy faces and our whisper of lovers.
And thick reeds reliably store in their depths the testimony of our former great selfless love!

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Dear, Jonathan

I'm alive, so I thought I'd bottle this message. I left that morning to work while you were asleep. I kissed you on the cheek, I played with you strong locks abit then I left to work like I usually do. When I was typing out my report for the company I heard the loudest whistle ever and then the bang. The war had began. The company CEO took all those who were willing in to his helicopter so we could go to his island were he kept his family. While on our way the rare engine failed and so did all others. The chopper then took a hit from friendly fire. It crashed into the Pacific. I hope you get this cause if I die here my biggest regret would be that I never told you I loved your unemployed, stupid, guitar playing, pretty voice sing, big record label dreaming black ass.

Loved,

Your working side chick.

Bottling message (YEAR 2300)

It was the year 2300 no longer inhabited humans because they themselves were extinguished with their actions, ended with wildlife, trees, flowers, but the earth was now inhabited by robots willing to reverse the damage done by humans, these robots they worked day and night for the reconstruction of a new world, in the beach San Martin located in the city of Troja they were removing waste from the beaches. In that they find a peculiar object. The robot named Michelangelo told Tess:
-Miguelanguel: I found an object of inaccurate origin.
Tess: take them to the lab for analysis.

They took it to the laboratory so that other specialist robots would see what it was a glass bottle and had a letter inside which said: "humans are the worst thing that has happened to the earth, they have water and they do not value it, they have animals and they eat them, they have jobs that they hate to buy things they do not really need, they destroy the trees and then they complain about the heat because they do not have anything to overshadow them, if someone reads this, I hope they can help us. "


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Message in the bottle:

It was a Sunday like any other my daughters and I went to the beach, that day we could not bathe because there was sea bottom the waves were very strong, we decided to take a walk along the edge of it and collect the objects that the mar tossed: balls, pieces of toys, sticks, plastic containers in that we stumbled upon a bottle that contained a paper, we started playing with it but we did not dare to see what the paper said, curiosity won us, it was a call from help of a person, who was in a small island, gave us indications of the place only a sketch that we did not understand. We went to the coast guard post we took the bottle, everyone laughed and mocked said that it would be a trick of a person, I implore look for sure somewhere there was someone asking for help, we left the place sad, but After a week we received the beautiful news that they had rescued the person from that small island, an old man who had survived a shipwreck many years ago.


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A Bottled Message


Iyke was a very jovial and easy going young man in his early thirties but all that good demeanor had suddenly vanished as he suffered fit of anger and depression. These thoughts turned a once robust Iyke to a shadow of himself. The unexplainable disappearance of his fiancee has driven him to nearly losing his sanity.

Often times while he slept he dreamt of his expectant fiancee Sarah only to wake up to the reality she was no more.

One day, Iyke took to walking on the sands of elegushi beach to douse of the tension in him. On these sandy beach he had met his one true love. He slowly picked up the pebbles on his favorite part of the beach and toss them into the sea under the watch of the setting sun.

One pebble after the other was tossed into the calm sea until Iyke stopped in front of a corked bottle half buried in the sand beach. He for a second was surprised by the sight of it then he reached out and retrieved it.

A little note was seen with a label ‘To Iyke My Lover’. ‘Could this be why Sarah left?’, Iyke thought.

The search

I have tried many things, I have spoken in a thousand ways, I have searched for the purest, I have searched for a limit, I have not found anything.
I searched for entrances and exits, I looked for things not boring, I go in search of the future, That makes me its faithful friend.
I have not found anything that calms me down, I have not found anything that suits me, If someday I find it, It will be my end, my end.
I am looking for something that pleases me, I seek the exact and the sure, I seek only the sincere, I look for everything and I can not, I have tried to be calm, I have looked for the most faithful, I look for something that understands me, And that is as I want, And as It's me.
I have not found anything that calms me down, I have not found anything that suits me, If someday I find it, It will be my end, my end.

She stared, hard. It was what he pointed to; she was certain, just before the witches came and dragged his corpse.
It was a bottled message!
Who would keep a message in a bottle?
How did it get there in the first?
It wasn't written on paper, it looked like an egg.
She drew close, almost running out for breath, still wondering how it got in.
"Come here you scum!"
We feasted on his flesh!
You are next," the witches eyed her spitefully as they dragged her blond hair into the dark.
She didn't know what bothered her more, the fact that she was heading for the unknown or what was so special about the bottle.
One of the witches had picked it, and there was a subtle joy in her muffled laugh.

"Idiots!”

Those were the words Myra heard her mutter.
Myra was shocked to see bones devoured, she brought them dinner on a platter!
HERSELF

The bottle was nothing but a mirage.
It deceived her inquisitive mind.

"Come here yum yum"
They seized her!
She gasped!
Myra prayed that if she ever came out alive, she’d leave things the way they were.

It never happened that way

Temir had watched the waters for over an hour now, Thinking of the lonely life he lived,Temir had scribbled his contact on paper and tucked it into the bottle of beer he just finished,and threw it into the water, who knows, love might find him,maybe there was someone across the waters for him, he had watched it happen in movies.
Mia wouldn't stop staring at the water today, she had often left before 6pm,but today,the waters seemed to call out to her.
It was already 7pm,mama would be worried,but Mia cared less, Love had always eluded her, who knows,a mermaid prince might just beckon to her,after all she had always wanted a Trident prince when she was little.
She saw the floating beer bottle at a distance, waddling carefully into the water, she had to get the bottle, she had seen movies of love letter in bottled message, who knows, this might be her own prince. But she didn't envisage the tide, it came in an instant and with power, pulling her off her feet and back to the sands,
Mia looked around, the bottle was gone.

A Mad Man Trapped in an Island

He said

"I talked to the trees, the bushes, the lizard that was eating the dragon fly. Even the dragon fly before it died said the samething. That I should let everyone feel my rap!! I was stock in this island for close to what seemed like three weeks but it had one thousand and ninety five days. What am I say? That's about three years to be exact, stock here in this island. Ever since I landed in the backyard of Wakanda no one has come to find me, cause they know I'll be up to some revolutionary lines. Just wait for me to write them down and they thought I was supposed to be a doctor because of small distinction in all the courses. Don't worry I'll bottle my rap as a message and throw into the high sea. It will make more money than any Igbo man's container."

Then he wrote three words put it in a coca cola container just to throw it at the psychiatrist.

After losing his work and tirelessly looking for another one but to no avail, Akin had decided to end his life that very afternoon. He held a small dark bottle he had bought from an old man he told about everything that had happened to him and about how he intended on ending his life with the drug. He opened the bottle but instead of seeing liquid in it, it looked empty; he looked inside and found out there is a wrapped paper in it. He brought it out and found out something was inscribed on it, he decided to read;

There's still hope!
Have you experienced failure over the years and you fill like giving up? Have you been experiencing set back in all areas of your endeavours? Are you tired of living because of the problems you've been experiencing over the years? Have you been broken-hearted and those who you trusted got you disappointed? Have you been trying to achieve a goal and you're yet to achieve it? I'm here to tell you there is still hope! God can still turn things around for your good.

This bottled message changed his intentions that afternoon.

Life has been so hard and tough to her She walks from house to house looking for some work. She had lost the ones that she needs the most in her life. Her legs were scratched and exhausted, and the rough skin on her hands symbolize her brutal life. Some days were so hard and hopeless to her and sometimes, all she had was a piece of bread. She was homeless and poor as a church mouse, but she never lets herself down as a beggar. She has two legs and two arms, which is a blessing to her as once her mother said. No matter how hard her life is, she always remembers to keep a smile on her face. She was even grateful for the cold, dark life she was having. She was sure that one day, the rays of hopes will be raised upon her because her lovely mother's last words were bottled up in her heart ''Be thankful for what you got. Never lose hope. Because you never know what wonderful things tomorrow could bring your way''.

Elohor walked in the rain. Her hair and clothes were soaked with the downpour and they hung limp on her skin. Her shoes squelched as they filled with water from the puddles that walked into her path. Her lips trembled and her knuckles gripped the hem of her shirt as if it was the only thing that kept her from falling. She stumbled on a rock; she found her feet and moved on.

At the gate she stopped. Her eyes wandered over it then they fell on the slightly open pedestrian entrance. It beckoned her to enter, but she stood still, her teeth rattling behind her closed lips. She raised her eyes, as the door squealed in the wind, to see the couple waiting at the entrance.

She took a step into the compound and the woman turned to the man. The man shook his head, his eyes on Elohor, and drew the woman close. The woman grabbed the man’s shirt and squeezed it then she removed her hands and hugged herself, then she staggered as a wail left her lips.

Elohor crumbled to the floor as the message she had bottled in escaped in her own wail.

Captain Jack looked at the water and tried to remain calm. The sea was blue and clam. How did they describe things like this? The calm before the storm?

His mission was clear: retrieve the golden orb from the Spanojis. Clear but difficult. Obviously, the Intel was false. Instead of a small ship with six cannon guns at each side, the Spanojis were in a massive ship with at least ten cannon guns on each side.

Captain Jack wasn't a man for bloodshed. He made an offer to the Spanojis, inserted his terms into a bottle and flung it across the sea. Both ships had come close enough for that transfer to be possible. Now, he expected a reply.

The sound of a bottle landing on the deck drew everyone's attention. He smiled. If the Spanojis didn't want peace, they wouldn't send a reply. He went to inspect the message.

The bottle was filled with a liquid that smelt like kerosine. There was a cloth passing through the cork. On the outward end of the cloth was fire. Fire. It was a bottle bomb!

The last he heard was the cannon fire that followed the explosion from the bottle.

“These maybe my last words.
My love, I send ye all the thanks which my dear heart can conceive, or my words can rehearse for your many travails, and care taken for me, which though they have not taken effect as ye had wished, tho my debt to thee is not the less; but pay it I never shall in this world.
Thou shalt never forget our poor little child for his father's sake. Keep him safe for him to grow and rebuild this corrupted government system.
I cannot write much, God knows how hard I strive to steal this time while others sleep, and it is also time that I should dissolve my thoughts from the world.
I would not by my will present ye with sorrows, let them go to the grave with me and be buried in the dust. And seeing that it is not God's will that I should see you any more in this life, bear it patiently, and with a heart like thyself.” Rossie

I cried while reading, because the message never reached its destination it was stuck in the sandy beach & the writer was at a critical point in his life.

Upon reaching the beach watching the birds fly and the sun gleefully shinning, kids were playing. A bright flash entered my eye from a reflective surface of a bottle. Since it was a beach and no one ever gets tired of playing in the beach I got down to it. So quickly I took out the sand surrounding it, brought out the old ancient bottle I had some tough time trying to open it. Yet finally I did. Tho I was feeling like the Hulk at this time.

I met this lines on a cloth form of paper, maybe it was the nature of the material.

"Dear Princess Natasha,

I do not expect you to love me, I am not worthy of your love. I feel you are superior, yet much to my surprise, more to my happiness, you betrayed passions I had believed no longer alive in your bosom. I cast this message upon the ocean that it may tell tales about us to someone else."

I could imagine they undying love they both had for each other. At this point it was sunset, I had to recoil back home

Out of time

I hate and curse those beings who have almost everything And do not know how to value it Misfortune mine I mourn and despair I long for it and I want it And I do not have it Resentment and anger I will emanate and as a flower Withered for lack of water I will die It will never be the same If the need and the desire It is not satisfied today Tomorrow I will be filled with illusions And if the need and desire It is received tomorrow will not be the same The moment changed Today I think so And maybe tomorrow Damn my reality.

A Bottled Message

On one faithful day, Clara and James was on a tour by boat to see the confluence of the river. It's was fun and romantic, full of excitement because Clara and James were two young lovers.

The two lovers where playing around inside the boat and having a clear view of how the world looks like outside land. Suddenly a storm arouse against the boat. It was so severe that the ship began to toss right and left.

This left everyone to start praying and calling on their God to safe them from the looming danger. Clara and James held their hands together with eyes closed, hoping to die together as a true lover. After a few moments, an idea pump into the mind of James. He pick up a bottle and a piece of paper, inside of it, he wrote some words deep the paper inside the bottle close it and then throw it inside the sea.

A Fisher was able to see the bottle, open it and read the message. A group of resue team was send to them. It was timely because the boat has almost get sink inside the sea. All members of the boat were been safe and in good health.

What day is today...?

Today, I woke up, with the first rays of sunlight that crept through the crack ... and as having awakened from a bitter dream, that is, a nightmare, I asked myself: What day is today?
My head wandered from here to there, exhuming the corpses of memories, with the ironic idea of reviving them; but he did not find a way to do it. And each time those tombstones in which my memories lay were farther away, until they disappeared in that distant horizon of oblivion.
The memories did not exist anymore, only the present, which scourged my soul with its cries: "this is reality". And suddenly I understood, I understood; Like a bucket of cold water I accepted that everything was real. The tears, the loneliness, the anguish, the sleepless nights, the uncertainty of not knowing what was really happening ... everything, everything had been real, and until now that I looked back I realized it.
I did not have to see her anymore or worry about her. I would not have to write to you today to congratulate her. Ahhhh, now I understand.

What day is today?

Hi, thanks for creating this contest. Here is my entry. :)

"Hey Teresa, that the fifth bottled message you have thrown in the sea, do you think someone might read it and response?" Her best friend Lily asked her. "No, those were not messages meant for anyone, those were my dreams. I wanted those messages to leave this island earlier that I can." She replied.

After she graduated in college and gathered enough money, and courage, she bid goodbye and ensure her family that she will be fine. "I will try my best to be successful for all of us." Teresa said to her parents before starting her new journey outside of her comfort zone.

It was not easy at the start but as she keeps on trying her best, she succeeded. She was able to established her own business in a city and visit her family more often. While near the sea with her friend, she tossed a bottle with a message. "What was that for, you have been so successful. Another dream? Lily asked. Teresa replied, "No, it is a message intended to anybody who might need some hope, that dreams do come true for those who are brave enough to cross the seas in life."

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Bottled message
It was a summer vacation at the beach house of the grandmother were Natalie, Jessica, and Mila playing in the sand made castles, Natalie the most playful said :let's go to the beach to play with the waves of the sea.

Jessica said: Great
Mila said: Let's play to get caught by a shark

and they all went on the beach, they had a lot of fun in that Jessica exclaimed: Girls I found something, Natalie and Mila immediately turned, which is ? anxious Natalie says and Jessica responds is a bottle of glass.
Mila says :but girls have a sheet inside let's see what she says

And left the beach to the shore to read it said:

"Gema, a love never leaves you and sometimes when you love who should not hurt you , it's like hugging a cactus, I want to tell you this I know I never had the courage to tell you I do not think I'm worthy of you, but if you ever read it I love you.
Sincerely: Paul Dogman.

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My friend time

The time was generous, it was gallant, he said: We will always walk together. Enjoying the company of time I saw my life germinate, for the first time a new life flourished, and time said; It's yours, take care of it, love it, you have time. The time, my partner, was stormy, bitter, sad, but as time finally, irremediably follows. Still, my life is reborn again in a March dawn. My friend time accompanies me again in the formation and I take care of my new germination. Immense is the time, it is generous, it allows me to have in my hands, still young, my third germination. She gets excited, she shows joy, but she warns me: No more my friend. I cry for habit, I laugh for imitation, and my friend, time, behind my back, gives me strength, comforts me. You were a fake friend time Do not you remember my roots? Large, medium, small. Go on time, be my friend, a little more. Do not cut me the way.

Soledad...

Soledad, a word very close to me, but also to many people ... How ironic ... there are people who do not know anyone ... and they feel alone ... others who know many people ... and feel alone ... and others who do not know themselves ... and feel even more alone.
I do not know myself and I know many people, but I feel terribly lonely ... I feel lonely, empty and false ...
Suddenly, being able to appease a soul that screams and be able to appease mine that dies ... those words that I give consolation ... are just words, not convictions.
Maybe they go with feelings, but not with the pure truth ... She always comes alone to my room ... she always comes alone to me ... Soledad ... is the name of the street where I live ... and 14 is the number of my house, which is related to the man who took my being and my conviction.

'My Bottled Story' (The Night's Unfriendliness)

My Sister - Itoro and I were the only gift left of my mother. My father who died three years ago built our house in a quite remote area and sometimes at night sounds of spiritual humans would take over the air, gushing every sound at will and sending us nightless nights.

One midnight, we had almost drifted off to sleep when holy cries were heard. Sounds of redundant muffles filling the air as the room grew darker. We held onto each other as we slept again. And then suddenly, 'Bam! Bam!!', the knock on the door made me dead and buried.
Bam! Bam!!, my sister scuffled up as she heard the sound. 'shhhhhhh', I rushed to close her mouth as she sat up, ready to shout. 'Who is that?', she whispered. 'I don't know', I shook my head.
Sammy, Ity, the unknown teased.
'That's mama's voice', Itoro muffled, sweating profusely. 'But she...',
'I know', she interrupted, 'mama must have changed her mind. Go ahead', she breathe as she followed me timidly behind, counting each step I make. My heart was beating very fast. And then, I grabbed the doorknob, unbolted the locks and swung it open.
It was not mama.

Bisola I know how much you loved me. I can remember vividly how you whispered it tirelessly.

The last time i was bedridden, you were there for me. You gave your flesh to be feasted upon by those mosquitoes.
The care and the love you showed me.

I know i did not return those care and love. It wasn't because i didn't care a bit. But one thing hindered me from showing it- pride.
It was a bad company. It kept reminding me what i said about the type of girl i wanted. A tall, intelligent and sexy looking girl with a good physigue. Just to say, a nice boobs and a sexy ass.

I struggled within myself to get rid of it but it overpowered me. It had reminded me of the previous girls. How sexy and attractive they were.
Now i know how it feels.

I've been diagnosed of cancer and the doctor says i have just two weeks to live.
I had hidden this message cocked in a bottle under my bed just to let you know that i love you.
Incase your reading this now, i just want to say that i'm sorry....

She stood by the river bank, a slim figure slouched, and gazing with tear stained face at the ripples formed by the pebbles she was throwing in. The sky was gloomy casting a dark shadow over the river showing the promise of downpour. Inside, Kachi felt exactly as the weather, miserable.

Her entire family had drowned in this river. As tradition demanded, their bodies were thrown into the river and they were denied a final resting place because their deaths were considered a taboo. For this reason she visits Azi River once every year just to grieve.

This is the fifth year of her family’s death anniversary and this year she came with a goodbye message.
Below Azi River lays John Amah (Beloved husband and Father), Grace Amah (Beloved Mother and wife) and Ken and Dave (Precious sons). I love you and i will miss you always.... beloved daughter and sister Kachi

She folded up her note, placed it in a clear green bottle and threw it into the river. The act was her way of engraving words on their headstone.

I change my life, for that in which happiness is a reality and not just a dream. I am not looking for a life in which I am perfect, but one in which not being is not a cause for sadness. The life I love would never worry about how I look, but how I feel. In the life I want, I am always and that is reason for pride, not shame. In the life I want, they are not all always waiting for the best of me, but they support me when I fail. I want a life, where I can say no to what I do not want and say yes to what I owe. Is there someone who can help me get that life? Someone to take me out of this daily struggle against myself? Someone to help me stop pretending I'm fine, when in reality I'm a lot of pounds to be. Did not anyone realize that I'm dying, or do they just want to keep looking? Will they feel as guilty as I am about what is happening to me, or will they think I'm just looking for attention? I'm looking for a life.

How could i have hidden this for so long !!!
How could i have ignored the reality of the consequence of my actions .The thought of my escapades and frivolous attitude have created an enigma that cannot be erased from the foot print of time .
My son what is contained in this bottle is that which i have hidden from you and your mother for so long .I wrote this specifically to apologise for all the wrongs i have caused you guys and i am sure by the time you are done reading what is contained in this bottle i must have scotched my last breath in pain .
So ,my son the part to greatness is never in a rush but be rest assured that persistency ,patient and hardwork will ultimately take you to your dream destination .
Much love my son
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A Bottled Message From Home
By: Rickie O. Pauley (a.k.a. @Lymmerik)

The headwaters of the Mississippi River begin here in Northern Minnesota from Lake Itasca. As I write this bottled message, I wonder if it will reach you as I deposit it at the mouth of the lake.

My message is to you, dear mother, wherever you are. I will always love you and remember the day you left me, as a child, with the neighbors and disappeared. Do you still think of me? Do you miss me? Don't you wonder if I miss you? Are you okay?

I don't ever expect to see you again. I saved all my money and bought our old house when I grew up. I can't imagine what you were thinking; or the struggle you were going through. Did you have my best interest at heart or were you self-centered and thought only of yourself. If you find my note, please come home.
Your Son,
Talmadge

It has been twenty-seven years since I wrote those words, corked the bottle, and tossed it into the water. Where did it go? Did it break? Did it get lodged in some tree roots, never to find her? Did she or someone find it?

Where are you mom?

Thank you for taking the time to read my ramblings!

@Lymmerik

Our mum passed away when she was giving birth to Jake and John the twins of the family. Dad would tell them stories about how he met mom while he was putting them to bed, seeing as they always bugged him because they enjoyed the stories.
Dad would often go back to his room after such story telling and fall to pieces, with his usual bottle of whiskey as a companion for the night.
Fast forward to Jake and John's 4th year birthday. This year was different as all they demanded for was a trip to the downtown lake. Dad was happy he was about to save some money so he drove them, i followed too.
We arrived at the downtown lake as the twins jumped off, dad and i were forced to chase them. We met them at the mouth of the lake and as dad and i moved close, all we heard were the their last words (goodbye mom) as they pushed a bottle which seemed to contain a paper message by the looks of it into the water. The twins hugged him and told him "mom said we should take care of you".

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

We grew on the streets without noticing what our elders were doing.whether they were avoiding evil or supporting us for our crime. We thought that life was a bed of roses 🌹 where every man can play on. The world seems to be a nice place without wondering who created this place. They say its God and even science does not believe in his existence. Why will we come to this world to suffer? and sometimes die in pains. Should we repent of our sins or die in sin?. Some even ask "does God exist?".
The message is inside the bottle and we are the bottle, so the message is within us....do what is right and shun evil.

The whole of life experiences was like a tale to me, i am atonished at it's discoveries, developments and ectasy. This is too long to be narrated, but i am not going to be reticent, cause am not saying this out of any sort of compulsion or coarce. But i am a mercenary and a scientist, who went aboard to carry out a task for my country. The city i was had lot of sick people, the sickness was anonymous, and i have never seen such before, there was no cure, and we tried to make this unknown evil dormant in the cells of the of the carriers but to no avail,instead it kept spreading and the drug used exacerbated evrything and the people turned to be blood sucking monsters.
Presently, i am the survivor, and I discovered a drug that can cure the virus .it is buried at the bank of the river out side the house,you will find it inside the bottle.The drug can only cure people that hasn't gone tthrough the second stage of the virus.There are still people out there who needs help,let us parry ourselves from this unknown evil.if you are reading this I am dead because I am at the second stage of this virus and I can't be saved .Take this find the drugs and give it to the united state government.
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Teardrops were blurring the words on paper. Still he scribbled furiously. He was tired of keeping all of this inside.
He let the ink describe his pain and frustration. He couldn’t say them, so he would write them.

He had become such a good actor that the lie was now his reality. Pretending was the only way he knew how to live. They say your family would always care for you no matter what.
Ha! What a load of crap!!
His family only cared about country club gossip or how the fiscal year was going to end.
He looked around him. The waves crashing against the shore, the turbulent sea matching what he felt inside. His inner turmoil had been transformed into words.
Now, he could let go.
He rolled the parchment up, put it in an empty gin bottle and corked it tight.
Walking to the shore, he took a deep breath, swung his arm back and threw the bottle as far as he could.

He had found happiness, but he hadn’t been to able to look past the pain.
Now the the sea was taking it away for good. Finally, he could breath again.

BOTTLED MESSAGE

Jamie was biting her lip as she waited for the clerk to pull the small cobalt colored bottle down from the high shelf. It had taken her an entire month to save up, and she was sure this would be the right one.

She quickly paid and ran out to her car. She couldn’t even wait to get home, she had to open it immediately! This was her twelfth bottle, this had to be the last!

She peeled off the plastic strip, and slowly uncorked the bottle. Her anticipation grew, and her stomach was in knots!

POP! Went the cork, and she quickly began to remove the small scroll of yellow paper strategically placed inside. She unrolled the paper, and her heart sank!

“Not another one!” She yelled, as she pounded on her steering wheel!

“Hope! I don’t need any more HOPE!"
"I have four more HOPE’S at home! Four Hopes, three Love’s, two Prosperity’s, and two Joy’s!”

She ran back into the store with her uncorked bottle and begged the clerk to let her trade for another.

“No can-do Miss. You know the rules!” He said grinning.

Jamie began to cry, “But sir, I am nothing without SUCCESS!”

A BOTTLED MESSAGE
"I have a message", I told her. "A very vital message."
"For forty long years I have held this message in me, a message which can only be passed on via a very special bottle."
"Many times I have tried to send this message, but many times I have failed."
She looked at me perplexed. Not to be daunted, I continued...
"This message is meant for those unborn, it is the key to bringing forth the future."
"A special message coded in sticky white ink, and locked within the thick walls of a dark, flexible, shape-changing bottle."
Realization slowly began to dawn on her, evidenced by her facial expression. Encouraged, I went on... "The future depends on this message, and without a successful delivery, there would be no future to talk about."
"One problem remains though... "
...
Thirty minutes later, my shirt loosely hanging from my shoulders, sweat dripping down my brows, and a satisfied smile plastered on my face, I reminisced with glee. All I had said was, "Do you know of any suitable recipients for my message?"

Long story short... Message delivered.

A BOTTLED LETTER
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John was a popular and rich bachelor who lived in the city of Lagos. He has been into several relationships with women but none of those lasted more than three months. He discovered that the ladies in the city knew about his personality and achievements and were only with him because of his money. So he decided to place his search for true love in the hands of fate. He wrote an austere letter "TO SOME ONE BEAUTIFUL AT HEART AND FAR AWAY THAT CAN BE REACHED," with his contact details attached to it, he corked it inside a bottle, and tossed it into the see in the hopes that it might help him find a young woman to marry.

two years later, in 1965, he was surprised to receive a letter from a South African girl, Brenda, who said,* "I may not be beautiful at heart, but it is extremely surprising that this little bottle have travelled this distance to reach me that I must send you a reply"*. John and Brenda began writing one another and three years after he threw a bottle into the sea, John moved to South Africa to marry his fate given love.

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“A Bottled Message”

Written by Henry Calu @henrycalu


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I was nine years old; I was with the teacher and several classmates on the beach near the school. We write a letter for a stranger and paint drawings of ourselves. The teacher gave us a bottle and we put everything we had done inside... Plugging it, we threw it into the sea.

Already 42 years old. I was preparing to pay for a purchase, in a store where they sold marine products; in the box area, there was a large framed sign, it had a bottle with sea shells attached, a drawing and a very old paper written by a child. My astonishment was spectacularly great! I immediately recognized my drawing, which I had made that day so far away. It was wonderful to read the letter I wrote again!

The store manager told me that his mother had long ago found her in another city, far away from there. He sent it to him and he framed it on the wall, since then it adorns the place.

The following week I contacted my former teacher, going to the place. He looked at the letter, sanctioned it with five points less because I had a misspelling.

Shut your mouth! Enough with the wailing! Control your emotions, you’re not a baby! Bottle up your shit, nobody wants it!
He never seized to say those words. Constantly reminding her she isn’t worth his time or attention. She was in love, just maybe if I stuck around he would fall in love again…so she said to herself. Days turned into weeks and weeks into months, she finally realized she was only holding on to the past and there was no future with him. It took a while but she broke loose and ended her torture.
She was free to start afresh, shes a beautiful young lady, men flocked around her, but for the weirdest reason, she just wasn’t ready for something serious…ever. She had built a massive wall around her, nothing could get in… or no one. All of her emotions were finally contoled and bottled in.
There was only one road to recovery, self expression. She needed to let out all she had going on in her head out. She finally did. Expressed her pain, her guilt and trauma in her letter to hermother… it was the last thing she ever wrote.

The river was beautiful, with a clear blue color that made you think you were looking up. A gentle current that flowed down stream.
It’s turning red! A rain of arrows just heading to me! It’s an ambush! In my confusion and panic, I had only one thing on my mind, my sister and daughter in the village just a couple of miles downstream.
Quickly, I tear a piece of my cloth and with the blood of the man lying next to me, I write a short note to my family. I was done in a jiffy, put the letter in a bamboo and dropped it in the river, hopefully some one finds it.
Unknown to me, I was being observed all the while, as soon as I dropped my message in the stream, it was picked up by one of the soldiers. I never felt more pain, my attempt to alert and save my family had failed.
The general came to me, stepped on my face and said, ‘you have failed nobody, for you are the last of your kin to enter the abyss’. Those were the last words I heard before this darkness in which I dwell.

The Big Brother

"He said he was going to kill me," Bola narrated to his big brother, Kunle, also known as Scar.

Scar took a sip from his beer while he watched some girls dance in the bar. He decided to ask one of the girls out and began to rise.

"Are you even listening to me, Brother Kunle? " Bola cried as he watched Scar rise from the table.

"Bobo! First, in this city, call me Scar. Second, when the idiot who threatened you shows up, let me know. Man's too hot. I need to chill with one of those babes." He announced and walked away.

Bola was confused. He wanted to leave the bar when he met the man at the entrance.

"I told you to leave this bar," the man screamed, grabbing Bola by the neck. Bola could only make choking sounds as he held the man's hand trying to free himself.

The sound of a shattering bottle rent the air. Almost instantly the hands on his neck were gone. The man felt the blood in the back on his neck and saw the broken bottle with Scar. Scar? The message was clear. "Mess with my brother and die."

My grandpa is a great man... He is loved and respected all of his friends and even the people who knows him by name... But he has a strange habit that every tuesday he trows a bottle in the sea when nobody sees him. Actually I don't care about it firstly but one day one of my friend Ahmet accused him spying it made me so angry that I fought with Ahmet but nothing I said... At night while my grandpa and his friends were sitting and talking each other I went there and shouted him " Grandpa, are you a spy because my friends told me you send messages in bottle to the enemy... This situation makes me sad"

There is a short silence in the table and then he smiled but his eyes were looking far away... He start to tell me his story : When he was too young he lived an another country but because of war his family had to migrate by the sea... When they were on ship they got a big storm, they got illnesses and a lot of people die and one of the dead was his brother... They had to throw the body in the sea because of the epidemic...My grandpa and his parents were survived... Until now My grandpa throws a bottled message to his brother every Tuesday and he says " I know he is somewhereelse and reads my messages"

Here comes the speaker - Joan during a lecture themed: “A woman’s role in the success of her man”. Of all the organizers, only Becky (Joan’s female Pastor who always preached love and forgiveness) knew her past and present pain, regrets and abuse. Joan was married to an influential business coach and motivational speaker. Joan had been rapped thrice by her uncle in her childhood days, and ended up in the betraying and hurting marriage where she endured bullying and rejection. Simply put, Joan hated men and was disappointed in them.

As beautiful and elegant Joan marched to the stage amidst the loud ovation by her audience, some of the women from abused homes ignorant of her hurts and regrets wished they were married to her husband. The compere had earlier informed Joan of the ordeals suffered by most of her audience. Halfway into the lecture, Joan felt guilty of pretense and was heartbroken. She yelled “We’ll fight back”. On remembering that Becky was one of the organizers and seated in the audience, Joan soberly added “but on our knees”. The women thought Joan shared their plight, yet, she actually relinquished her hurts, which was only understood by Becky.

He sat on his best spot under the palm tree on the beach, eyes closed he remembered her. Once a beggar, now a billionaire and he never found love. He disguised himself as a beggar and found the love of a woman with a sweet heart. He proposed to her and on the wedding day, he bailed on her. He left her standing on the altar. He never showed up.
He had become afraid, he lied to her about his true self. He deceived the only woman who had loved him without his money. His past ridiculed him. She looked for him, but he ran away, he couldn't face her.
He cried as it began to rain. The rain disguised his tears just as he disguised himself to her. He noticed a cork under a heap of sand beside the tree and pulled it out. he cleaned it and found a ring inside, a note and a picture attached to a string that fell outside the bottle. It was the same ring he used to propose. Her picture attached to a note that read "find me soon"
It was then he realized he couldn't let her go.

John sat upright on the hospital bed. He turned to look at his children all weeping. His time had come and there was no changing that. It was time to say goodbyes. The cancer has finally gotten the best of him.
He asked the everyone to go out so he could speak to his wife privately.
Two minutes later, he was alone with her. She looked tired. He knew that look would not be there for long, because his death would change everything.
They would live better lives and there would be no more tears. Thinking about it, he knew the choice he made had been the right one.
He held her hands, told her how much he loved and reached under the bed. He brought out the bottle that contained the message and handed it to her. Then he took his last breath.
His wife screamed and everyone rushed in. In the midst of the chaos, the bottle fell down and broke. The last son picked up the note in it. It was the proof of ownership of the biggest company in town. Proof that their father had taken the deal of giving his life for the company.

I sneezed again. I should not be here and I know it. But I just could not help it. This was the house my grandparents had lived in during the early days of their marriage, and my mom had grown up right here before she married my dad and moved upstate. The attic I was exploring right now had so much exciting information about my grandparents, their love life and even my mom’s childhood.
I had come across pictures, tickets, toys, you name it, it was all here. There was even grandma’s diary that explained in details a little bit of how naughty she had been with grandpa. A page had been missing though but the message has been clear enough.

Naughty Grandma!

I sneezed one more time and that was when I decided I had had enough. I turned to go but something caught my eye. A bottle, but in it was a piece of paper. It was the missing page from grandma’s diary.
I opened the bottle immediately and read through. I could not believe what I read. The paper explained the fact that my parents were not my real parents. I was actually an adopted child!

The mystery of an inheritance

A cloudy morning with a beautiful landscape I prepared to walk through the hectares of the farm, only heard the wind and the singing of birds. Suddenly I heard the particular sound of a snake, it was a rattle, warning me of its presence; When I looked at her, there was a bottle which contained a paper inside.

Next, I tried to persuade the snake so I could take the bottle, and pick the paper that was inside it. After having it in my hands I realize it was a message written by my grandfather (who died four years ago) and expressed textually: "if you walk three kilometers in this same direction you will find a bush and right next to it, go and dig three meters you will find my inheritance there".

In this way, I set out to make the journey guided by the message and I find a surprise of a safe containing twenty-four morocots of twenty-four carat gold.

Jointly, with the morocotas I found another bottle with an other message inside that said: "Do not get excited, the morocotas are products of your imagination".

A BOTTLED MESSAGE


You do not know what to do as run into him at the Old Boys' reunion. Had you known, you would have asked WikiHow what to do when you run into your first love.

You’re shy to say hello but he helps you out. Sweet him. You get lost in his broad embrace. His scent is familiar. The feeling is nostalgic.

Henry, how have you been, he asks. You don’t look at him when you say fine.

You have tried to live by the bottled message he left you before he headed for Italy. It hasn’t been easy being queer around here.

I write books now, you tell him. He laughs and says, I know. You want to ask him why he never kept in touch.

You want to ask if he still remembers the last time you both hanged out, how he folded that piece of paper into the empty Coke bottle, saying, read it when you retrieve it.

You retrieved and read it.

‘Don’t get lost in the dark.’

It kept you going all those years. You want to ask him how he has been, and maybe, you can tell him that you still don’t like women.

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The Bottled Message

Moremi heard the footsteps in the hall and hurriedly stood up from her bed. She had been in her bedroom waiting for word from the battlefield. Prince Aseju had suddenly stormed the capital and everywhere was in chaos. Surely, that was all over. If not, whosoever entered the anterior room would have stormed in to kill her. Kill her? If only that was what would happen. The rebel soldiers were known to rape women. Besides Prince Aseju might decide to keep her as a sex slave.

She was about to leave the room when Akinlalu, her king and loving husband fell at her feet. She bent down to touch him and she felt something sticky. Blood.

"Akinlalu!" She screamed at him, trying to lift him up. Akinlalu looked up at her and wearying stretched out his right hand pointing to something in the room. With that, he breathed his last and his body became lifeless in Moremi's hands.

Moremi turned to see what he was pointing to. The bottle containing the painless and quick poison was on the table. She looked at the bottle and got the message.

A quick and painless death was better than humiliation and rape.

Lola was a pretty girl in my school, she has a lot of people who admire her alot, mostly boys though. I admire her too and being a timid type, I reserved those feelings to myself until one day I decided to write her a letter to speak about the bottled message I've kept inside me but couldn't tell her in person. I began to write;

Hello Lola,it me. I've feelings for you. Feelings that makes me happier than I've ever been , sadder than I've ever been, angrier than I've ever been. It elates me and deflate me almost at the same time. While we can all pretty much recognize the emotions associated with love, actually finding the words to explain those feelings is a pretty tough decision. People have searched for centuries to find the right way to say "I love you" and to try to explain those butterflies in your stomach, that warm fuzzy feeling in your belly and that heart skipping a beat.
Please consider this my message for you.

The school was in chaos. Another student just died mysteriously. The first time it happened, everyone thought it was an accident. A student had climbed and fallen off a tree behind the school football field.

"He's a boy. They do things like this all the time," was the explanation the principal gave.

Parents had nodded and believed him. It was a boy's school after all. Life went on, till it happened again. This time, a boy died in his sleep.

But the boys knew something was wrong; the footsteps at night, the single word carved on the wall of the principal's office and the way it glowed, the strange dreams everyone was having.

They would later learn, that the school was a house originally owned by a scholar whose son was killed by the local police's stray bullet. He had vowed to avenge his son's death before he died. The principal was his ghost.

"A bottled message," the scholar had said pointing at the wall the day he died.

Problem was, people thought he meant a message inside a bottle. While all they really had to do, was understand the hidden meaning.

The single word read 'Hunted.'

THE MESSAGE OF THE MILLION BOTTLE.
A boy who traveled alone on his sailboat across the Atlantic, a storm ejected him from the sailboat, and managed to reach an abandoned island there got a bottle buried and wrote a message of help and throws it into the sea, the bottles are carried by the current marine to the coast of Venezuela. It was found by two Spanish tourists who walked on the beach, when they saw the bottle, they did not care so much about the message, but the kind of bottle it was, because they were antique collectors and the bottle was an invaluable relic of antiquity; the woman kept the message in her pocket but did not read it. It was when they arrived in Spain two weeks later that they were told what the price of the bottle was, and it was there that the woman searched through the clothes for the pants where she had kept the message which said "Manuel Smit help on an abandoned island with a length 41.5 ° and latitude 28.6 ° approximately. It was with that money that the tourists earned with the sale of the bottle that they managed to pay for the rescue of the young wreck.

On one of his time out, Teddy gave himself time to engage in a trip through the wonderland of adventure. He boarded a ship headed far away.  

On board the ship he met this pretty damsel, they started talking and the talk went far, naturally the slipped into friendship, but there was more. 

Teddy was already placed behind the bars of his emotions: his love for Sofia has had him caged up. He definitely had a huge message bottled up in his mind: he wished to share.  

The thought of this damsel bothered so bad that during the day, he dreams of her and at night he sleep walks thinking about her. 

Always procrastinating letting her in on his feelings, time went by and nights went by, emotions grew.  

Few days to their arrival the ship struck ice and it was clear that they were doomed; with Sofia as the first causality

Teddy took out time to paint an imaginative picture portrait of Sofia sited besides him, encoded with the portrait was a message: 

I had the chance to let love lead my life, but I had the burden sealed up in this bottled message.      

Captain Jack looked at the water and tried to remain calm. The sea was blue and clam. How did they describe things like this? The calm before the storm?

His mission was clear: retrieve the golden orb from the Spanojis. Clear but difficult. Obviously, the Intel was false. Instead of a small ship with six cannon guns at each side, the Spanojis were in a massive ship with at least ten cannon guns on each side.

Captain Jack wasn't a man for bloodshed. He made an offer to the Spanojis, inserted his terms into a bottle and flung it across the sea. Both ships had come close enough for that transfer to be possible. Now, he expected a reply.

The sound of a bottle landing on the deck drew everyone's attention. He smiled. If the Spanojis didn't want peace, they wouldn't send a reply. He went to inspect the message.

The bottle was filled with a liquid that smelt like kerosine. There was a cloth passing through the cork. On the outward end of the cloth was fire. Fire. It was a bottle bomb!

The last he heard was the cannon fire that followed the explosion from the bottle.

“So what is it? “ she asked taking a closer look at the smooth see-through cylinder encased in layers of hard packed earth. “Not sure” David answered as he carefully used a brush to slowly clean off the debris. He looked up and their eyes met, his heart grew heavy thinking about all the unspoken things that would remain unsaid between them. She was being sent to another dig site on another planet. God knows when, if at all, their paths would cross again. He wished he had been more courageous. So many moments had come and gone, so many chances unused because he lost his nerve and now she was leaving. Later in the lab he discovered that the cylinder had contained a letter written by a traveler, from a ship thousands of years ago when earth still had oceans. Stranded on an island, after a storm had sunk his vessel, the author wrote a last goodbye to his wife. David ran toward the shuttle bay the last words of the dying man's Adieu fuling his steps "When all is said and done the only thing that matters is that love was given it's due".

A Bottle with Yellowed Paper



When I was ten I found a bottle with a piece of yellowed paper in it. When I tried to open it, Mom got mad. "Do not ever open the bottle!" she yelled angrily. "It belongs to Grandpa. You will make a disaster in this family." It was the first time I saw her angry.

When I was in high school, I needed old newspapers for my homework. "There're some old newspapers your Grandpa had in a suitcase in attic," Mom said.

I found the suitcase. But it contained only papers and blurred photographs. The letters in papers were hard to read. Only some words still read: "communist", "atheist", "1965". A picture made me startled: The man stood holding a machete. At his feet laid several bodies with no heads. He looked like Grandpa. I panicked. But I just kept it for my self.

I forgot about the suitcase until Grandpa died. After the funeral, Mom gave me the bottle. "Grandpa asked me to give this to you," she said.

I sat in the terrace. The bottle was on my lap. It seemed to look at me and I remembered the machete.

Twas a chilly evening, half-dirty compound, dry mango leaves scattered everywhere. Children playing with reckless abandon.
There she sat, lost in thoughts. Shattered and wrecked after being euphemized on the demise of her grandma.
"Elucidate please I beg of you, for a poor orphan who has been waiting for days to hug and feel the love of her grams, I can't seem to decipher your proverb. "
With a heavy heart and a tearful eyes, she looked up to them but no answer could they give a rotting soul. What pleasure does nature derive from cheating a poor soul?? Of what use is life without family?
Being denied the joy and pleasure of starting my own family when me-love toed the line of the deceased.
OH!! my world is crumbling down on me and I have no shoulder to cry on, she cried aloud. Why did they leave me to suffer on my own? How can I get in touch with them and share my sorrows?
Maybe I should send A BOTTLED MESSAGE, heard it travels fast to the underworld.
Oh!, that won't do, I'll have to go there myself so we can be united forever as a big family.

Sarah was standing on the beach and swallowing tears. John insulted her, and now she wanted to drown.

"Bell, will we go boating?" Said the middle-aged man. She took off her dress, put it on the sand and obediently sat on the boat, deciding to relax a little.

They swam for about half an hour and stopped near a small islander. The man deftly tore out his handbag with the phone ..

  • Well, we'll pamper you, baby: Listen, you refuse - you stay here. Forever!

Sara shook her head in despair, retreating into the depths of the islet. Something crunched underfoot, and she raised a large stone, ready to defend herself. The man laughed, threw an empty bottle of cola at her feet and swam away.

Sarah sat down on the sand, took out a notebook from her pocket and wrote on a piece of paper:

"John, I still love you." I'm dying on an island near Estonia, you find me and bury me.

She pushed the note into the bottle and asked her to go to sea. The waves slipped through the message and carried it somewhere. And Sarah lay down and fell asleep in a heavy dream.

She woke up from the kisses. John was on his knees.

"I've been looking for you for a few hours on a motor boat, I thought you were drowning." How good that you sent me a message in the bottle!

A bottled message...

"If all we ever had to do was love freely with no restrictions, no rules and barriers, would it all be worth it?"

Revaluing her actions had this thought running through her mind. Daisy was a girl with principles that guided her affairs in relationships;She was the definition of protocol. She had ensured in all while being friends with people she wouldn't push them too far; she was very cautious to respect their views and not go beyond the limit.

Unforeseen circumstances had brought Vincent to her, and for that she was grateful. She was enjoying every bit of their interaction because she knew where to draw the limit. With him, she had established the height she could go because aside from being her friend, she had so much respect for him.

However, with all cautiousness notwithstanding,She crossed that line she held in high regards. Faces were made, words were said and actions were taken. And in that moment, she realized she had lost a part of the relationship she fought so hard not to.

would this create an indelible mark in their relationship?

An answer she knew would come to light in no distant time.

It was like a movie, Jane was just on her way back from the market when along the way she was offered a ride which she could not refused due to the fact that she could not get a bus to transport her home.

Jane gladly accepted the offer for a ride and tucked herself into the front seat beside the driver. Few minutes into this pleasurable home drive, there was an exchange of greetings which led to further conversations and so on.
Fifteen minutes of easy drive brought them to the school compound where Jane teaches. Some men being whom they are decided to take advantage of this gesture and he succeeded by having an affair with Jane right there in his car.
Jane was troubled all night, pondering on the event that took place so the following morning she decided to share with her friend in the school.
Ruth listened carefully to Jane and also shared in her grief. Ruth bottled this information in her heart for some time but unfortunately Jane wronged her one day and she decided to let go the message.
Ruth narrated the story to me thinking that I will be pissed off and sacked her friend but I also decided to bottled the information till date, Jane is still working in our school. She is a matured lady that has her life to live.

Karen went through Ned's clothes preparing to do the laundry when she found the neck chain, she was shocked, the same neck chain her mother gave to her telling her it was her father's, her dad had made a special neck chain for his children with his name inscribed on it, she never got to meet him cause she was born out of wedlock, he had another wife, mom told her never to lose her's, she searched again and saw a picture of little Ned with his parents the man had the same neck chain, she ran to her bag, brought out her own neck chain, comparing it they had the same name.
She went numb, she was married to Ned, with their child Abigail, that was their father in the picture,Ned was her brother.
She needed to tell Ned, went to his room, "Sweedy I have something to say", "alright my angel", Ned looked at her so sweetly and adorably, she was going to destroy the moment but she had to, she looked into his eyes and said "Abigail is going to have a brother" she was pregnant..... But she bottled the part of him being her brother.

Mi entrada: "Salvenme por favor"

ESTABA desesperado. Llevaba tantos meses es esa isla desierta que pensaba que moriría allí. Sabía el nombre de la isla “Punta de Piedra” y sabía que muchos ya habían naufragado en ella. Aun así lo intentaba todo por pedir ayuda: escribir grandes letras de auxilio en la arena, quemar palmeras para hacer una columna de humo, escribir SOS con grandes rocas. Pero nada funcionaba. Punta de Piedra era una isla desierta y apartada de todo.
Tuvo entonces la idea de escribir un mensaje y ponerlo en una botella. "Ayuda por favor estoy en Punta de Piedra" escribió en un trozo de papel que encontró en los escombros de su barco. Se acercó a la orilla y lo arrojó con todas sus fuerzas al mar, con la esperanza de que llegara algún día a tierras pobladas.
Pasaron días y la espera se hizo terriblemente áspera. Se agotaban los cocos y conseguir agua fresca era cada vez más difícil.
Finalmente notó un resplandor en la orilla, algo brillaba a lo lejos. Corrió a ver de qué se trataba. Era otra botella. En ella un mensaje decía: <<Estoy en Punta de Piedra, por favor alguien sálveme>> Supo que jamás saldría de allí.

ENGLISH VERSION
"SAVE ME PLEASE"

HE WAS desperate. For so many months it has been that desert island that I thought would die there. He knew the name of the island "Punta de Piedra" and knew that many had already been shipwrecked in it. Even so, he tried everything to ask for help: write large letters of help in the sand, burn palm trees to make a column of smoke, write SOS with large rocks. But nothing worked. Punta de Piedra was a desert island and away from everything.
He then had the idea of ​​writing a message and putting it in a bottle. "Help please I am at Punta de Piedra " he wrote on a piece of paper he found in the rubble of his boat. He approached the shore and threw it with all his strength into the sea, hoping that he would one day reach populated lands.
Days passed and the wait became terribly rough. The coconuts were exhausted and getting fresh water was increasingly difficult.
Finally he noticed a glow on the shore, something shone in the distance. He ran to see what it was about. It was another bottle. In it a message said: << I am in Punta de Piedra, please someone save me >> I knew I would never leave there.

Chizzy, was a guy that had enough money to meet his necessary need. Most people say he had the potential to go very far in life in the business world. But he always desire to feel among the big guys in the society.

Chizzy was determined to mingle with the big guys and he said he was going to do everything to gain recognition. He got what he wanted and we started seeing him everywhere with the big guys.

After 1 month of his step up, he acquired a Lexus ES 350. He became the topic of the street and some of us started envying him. It didn't stop there, he moved into a hotel that pays 100k per night and has been there ever since.

On the 27th of September, 2017 at around 5pm, he was found in his hotel room hung to the fan. There was a bottled tied to his neck.

After the bottle was recovered from his corpse. The bottle had a message inscribe in a paper, My reward for not waiting for My time.

Till date, the reason for his Suicide and the meaning of the content of the message of the bottle remain a mystery.

The postman came and knocked on the door, I brought a letter with an important message. When Luke opened the door his eyes filled with amazement, the letter was not in an envelope, as is normal, the message came in a bottle.

His astonishment was not by how came the letter but for what it meant, was the "Bottling" message and knew him well, as he explained to them what happened: Twenty-two years ago Luke discovered the reasons for the murder of an important politician. The evidence found they tore at his heart, because in all the drama was involved a good man, that desperate sought justice for his family and his small daughter.

Luke considered the circumstances and kept the secret, God touched his heart. Promised the man help you and hid the information in a bottle, as a token of his sincerity handed the bottle to the man, who promised to return the bottle when he died. Luke moved very far and he didn't know most of man, until that day when the postman touched his door to deliver the message in a bottle, he sent the daughter of the good man after his death.

Here is my entery

https://steemit.com/stach/@gjoeohere/the-bottled-message

Mandy was moody again, just as she had been for about a week now, and the week that pasted and the previoius oh! She has been that way for how long? Since Kay died.

This worried Ivy a lot because they had all been a part of the plot and they were both there with Kay when it all happened.

Trying not to think about it has really helped Ivy bottle up her own guilt but seeing Mandy today as she had been seeing her for three months now since Kay died reminds her of the part they played in it.

They had all visited Olumonie together a pronounced G-boy(fraudster) on campus and all spent the night but both choosed Kay to entertain him alone in his room even though they were aware of the rumours flying around that Olumonie did some rituals with girls their age to make him invisible to both client and police.

Kay never recovered from the fever she picked up that night till her death. What worries them both is that they never and will not say a word of this to anyone, they have decided to bottle up the story and try to live on...till today!

Message from the bottle
There were 2 families who hated each other living in the same building, the Pérez in the 1st floor and the Cordova in the 3rd, each family had a son Adelaida Pérez and Luis Córdova, since they were very young they talked and they became boyfriends hidden from their parents. Adelaida 6 months to complete the baccalaureate. Luis works at night in a bakery as a pastry chef and wanted to own his bakery. Adelaida's parents had decided to put her to work in the village factory. When their parents discovered romance they wanted to separate them. Then Luis when they saw he was not allowed to see her, because they had her locked in her room. He sent a note through a bottle, tied with a thread and sent it through the window to the window of Adelaide's room. She saw the bottle and she got strange, she took out the note and read it "My love fuguémonos I can not take this situation anymore let's go from town, you who decide, we'll see you in the square in 20 minutes". Well, she grabbed a bag and put in the essentials and fled through the window. Adelaida's parents never thought she would run away.

It wouldn't cost a thing if we had settled our differences before that day, but it had dragged on till the competition day.
It was a drinking contest and I knew Audu was a drunk,but I had to fight, I had to win this.
We knew we were both tired at the seventh bottle, whoever would take the last bottle would become the winner, I had reached my gauge and anything above this would be a disaster, I was weak,but I wouldn't concede defeat, it was the same thing with Audu, for we sat and stared at the bottle as if it were the poison we knew we had to eventually swallow.
In an instant I knew he would snatch the bottle, and I lunged at it the same time, with our both hands gripping the bottle and nobody wanting to let go, Then I heard a sharp crack - an explosion.
The bottle had broken in our hand and in it was a paper that read 'IN PEACE IS PROGRESS'.
We knew at once, that message was for us, who and how it got there is still a mystery, but that was the end of our strife

A Bottled Massage !!
( Finally a baby boy came )...
This is a life story of my aunt whom I love so much and never played tricks with her feelings...
She's been married for years but no male child ... Who will inherited my properties an replace me when am gone, Roared her husband after bearing this for years, he was convinced by his family to marry another wife and Chase aunt out even when he has five pretty kids (girls)..
It's true, when we found out aunt is no more at home and another woman took her place.. I saw the pains in her eyes when she crys without strength and hope in her life.. days passed and we found out that she was three weeks pregnant when all this is happening...
After some months she gave birth .. finally a baby boy , she came back home to her husband while the other woman is yet to have a fruit (no child)
Joy and happiness came back to the lovely family and they lived HAPPILY EVER AFTER..

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A BOTTLED MESSAGE

"I understand what you are going through, even if i have no experience about it", says Derrick

"No, you can't understand. How do i tell my father i am in love with my cousin?", Carrick shouted.

"He is hurting but how do you tell a man in love, to tone it down?", Derrick thought.

"In the olden days, people sometimes write their feelings in a paper then put it in a bottle, and send it across the ocean", says Derrick.

"So, how does this help my problem?", Carrick answered uninterested.

"It's an ancient practice where you write your feelings down, hoping someone else sees it. Some do it to get a pen pal, some use it as a sort of 'confessional', entrusting apologies and farewells, some use it to say goodbye to loved ones. Only you can decide why you want to send it, and maybe, you can find someone in such a situation too, and fate might lead you two together", explained Derrick.

"A crazy idea, but then, if it gets rid of this unexpected feelings, and seeing i have nothing to lose, i can use it to say goodbye to this feeling, and i hope it helps".

WORD COUNT: 199.

John had everything he ever wanted except his freedom, he lost his siblings and mother to the plague and so his father was overprotective. On his 20th birthday, he ran from home, took a boat and sailed towards the east coast.
On his way, he was attacked by a group of pirates and left for dead on an island all by himself. John was devastated, he had never had to do anything for himself and now he was all alone in the middle of nowhere. He watched the water waves till he saw something wash ashore, looking closely, he discovered it was a bottled message, it was a message from a mother to her son Pete telling him how much she had missed him, never meeting his own mother, he envied the recipient of the letter and wondered if his own mother would have loved him the way Pete’s mother did.
The bottled message was his solace on the scary island, he would reread the contents everyday he spent on the island and found a new purpose,he was going to do something for someone for a change, he was going to find Pete and hand him the bottled message.

Here is my entry:

A Bottled Message, my entry for @Stach Short Story Contest

Risi and I sat at the shore, glancing admiringly at the galloping waves of the sea. We had come to Bar beach to celebrate St. Valentine's day. While we, overshadowed by love, looked on, suddenly, the mighty waves of the sea pushed a green, transparent bottle towards Risi's feet.

Frightened, I picked up the bottle and observed that imprisoned within its walls was a little brown paper. Curious, I opened the bottle, set free the paper, which carried the strangest words I have read. It ran:

To whosoever findeth this bottle:

I beseech thee to make it known to my father, Lord Williams Sandals of Portsmouth, if thou findeth him alive, that I seeketh his eternal forgiveness. For he chargeth me many times to goeth not to sea. Now I perisheth, the last man who standeth amongst a party of two scores men. Tell my mother, Helen Sandals, that I love her.

Peace be unto you,
James Sandals
25/12/1798

Risi held my hands in firm clasp, tears rolling now her eyes. I wished I had not uncorked the bottle, stumbling on a message which had floated on the sea for over two centuries.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

It's been eighteen years living with a man who had no drop of his blood in my veins. I was too blind to see that we didn't share the same complexion, mum told me my grandfather was fair that's why I took after his skin not my father's.
Alison, my over curious friend once said she overheard them arguing on when to disclose my identity when she came to visit but I waved those words away, everyone knows she blabs like a hungry parrot so I couldn't believe such joke.
Early Tuesday morning, the breeze was cool, birds were chanting their tune. I woke up tired and drained, tales had it that when your ancestors lashed you terribly in the dreamland, you'll wake up exhausted but my ancestors were good people so I laughed over the thoughts and dashed out of the room.
"Come over here, Sandra",I heard mum's voice from the living room and I obeyed.Here am I facing my mother who handed me a note after enough stares at dad's face. One question lingered in my head, why keep it a secret for so long. I stared at their blank faces and couldn't get any answer.

A Bottled Message
It is April 24, world Tequila day. George and Franca stand at the center of the party area. They exchange pleasantries with familiar faces as they sip from their wine glasses..
George looks around.. He had been working at Chivas Brothers for five years now. Reasonably successful, he was proud of himself. Today, he was going to enjoy his success.
"One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor!"
The party had kicked into gear now. No more tame wines...
"Sweetheart, I want to use the restroom." Franca's voice draws him out of his reverie. "Alright hon."
He watches her go. As he aims to return his attention to the party, someone bumps into him, in the process slipping a bottle in his hands, and disappearing just as fast. He looked at his hands, he recognized the bottle, a 1920 vintage. George smiles, a nice surprise... then he stiffens. He rubs his eyes and looks closer. It was clear as daylight, in place of "Plata Tequila" was written... "Franca They'llKillHer"...

As he looks up, he notices someone raise another bottle up. It was Rum, only this time it was written clearly "Run".

...George never looked back.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE.
After the death of my father, with deep sorrow I began to see his objects with a bit of nostalgia, among his most valuable things, its extensive library; my eyes began to search in each book, each picture and each object, the most sublime way to remember his words and his life among those who love it, because every one of those things you notice that he had learned, a Bible with thousands of notes reminding me your dedication by be the man that GOD design and among other important books, I note one of the best places in his library was dedicated to a beautiful bottle.

Inside there was a paper, and I remembered when in its most far-reaching conversations, he told me when you least expect it until a 'bottled message' could change the course of life. Without thinking more ran to see the message hidden in the beautiful bottle, with a short lines saying: beloved daughter, when you were still very small, your biological parents, asked you take care as the daughter we never had, and that we did... you loved and we love you deeply."

She walked along the deserted shore, the wind gently ruffling her hair as it passed her, swirling around her before disappearing into the night, sight unseen.

Her steps were light as it brought her closer and closer to the waves, leaving behind footprints that disappeared under each surge of the sea.

Just before the reaches of the water, she stopped, her figure a still silhouette that looked forlorn against the background of the quiet place.

Eyes closed, she tilted her head up slowly as if she had all the time in the world. With her face directed upwards, she opened her eyes and stared at the dark canopy of space above, thousands of stars shining bright against the night sky.

She started laughing softly as memories came, filling up her mind with the past she had with him. Then the tears started flowing, softly at first, turning into an unending stream after a time.

Her hand crept into her pocket, latching on to the cold glass bottle that held his last message.

On that little paper in it was written, ‘Be happy’.

His last gift.

Her heart eased as she looked towards the stars and said, “I will be.”

A few years ago I met a girl, her name was Amy. she was a year older than me, I liked that. At that time there were many girls looking for boyfriend, even many of them approached me with that intention. "You're beautiful, but I have a girlfriend," I said, although I did not have a girlfriend, or well, not for the moment, but I expected Amy to take that place.
One day I was upset with life and decided to go to the beach, I walked aimlessly until I saw something on the shore of the beach that caught my attention, it was a bottle and seemed to have something inside. I decided to open the bottle, and this was the clearest message he has ever given me in life. When I decided to open the message on the bottle, i read: "When your heart does not allow other people to enter, it's because someone else already has your heart." It was impossible for me not to think about Amy, I decided to wait for her, because I really do not want another person to take her place.

There I was, wasted as usual. My favourite corner of the house always welcomed me when I get like this. The painting of my ancestors hung there just looking at me. I knew it was disgust in their eyes. I did not care. Tears gushed out onto my hardened face.

"What was I supposed yo do? He just jumped.. I feel so lost". I spoke with frustration to the idol paintings that hung before me.

As I walked by the shores of the beach holding a vintage bottle of scotch from the grand seller. Filled with regret i marched into the water. Drowning my sorrows in a bottle was no longer enough. Maybe drowning in the ocean would be better. If I couldn't live with you, I rather not live at all.

It became awfully quiet and I knew it was almost time. Flashbacks of our time together came running across my memory. I could feel myself slipping away. It was then that I saw it. Nothing significant, just the same scotch bottle I had earlier but then I saw a piece of paper and it said..." I am always with you"....
And then, I knew there was hope....

He reads:
I came here to find answers which I felt mulled over by constant noise of hum drums. I cant quantify how much 'into the wild' contributed to that decision but, surely warned me of dangers and potential of death if I were unprepared on my mission. Sunblocks, razors, knives, gun, flare-gun and extra flares, bullets for cannibals, fishing rods, hooks and apparatus to capture evaporation, thick glassed wine bottles, warm clothes in plastic bag, boots, a notebook, a white flag, tree tents, tooth brushes and hefty supply of toothpastes.If you haven't brought the listed supplies, you are unprepared. I will leave this sanctuary to you and your thoughts. A friend will pick me up in a year. Magic mushroom grows on east side of the island and are quite abundant.
p.s. There are no answers here but there are adventures.

He tore the paper to shreds and glanced over the evening sky but his eyes were devoid of hope or despair. He takes out a fistful of fresh mushrooms and shoves it in his mouth and chews slowly as he dusts off his gun.

If you enjoyed this the other half of story is in my blog.

When I was little, I always went to my grandparents' house that was next to the beach, towards sand castles and drawings on the seashore, while my grandparents were sitting drinking wine, they had a tradition, after finishing their bottle of He came, took a sheet of paper and wrote what he liked most about the other, after that they put the message in the bottle and threw it into the sea; They said that when they threw the bottle they wanted what was written on that paper to multiply by 1000.
15 years later, I went to the same beach, everything had changed, it was no longer interesting to make sandcastles, I was 22 years old and the chairs where my grandparents used to sit were empty. I was on the beach, with a bottle of wine and a sadness that did not fit my body, I finished taking my bottle of wine and decided to do what my grandparents did, I took a pencil and paper and wrote a wish and threw the bottle to the Mar, I hope my wish is fulfilled.

It was a night filled anguish as, the next morning, the Igodo Kingdom Warriors would sojourn for a great battle against the Kingdom of Devourers. Ajanga, the captain had written a letter which says "AJOKE, MY WIFE, I WILL COME BACK FOR YOU." This message was rolled into a bottle and kept inside Ajoke's jewel box. The battle was "a hell in a cell"; Ajanga's men were killed and the rest captured. Ajoke waited but never went to her jewel box for 13 years because she felt them needless without Ajanga. She finally gave up in the 14th year due to family pressure to marry a rich chief. On the wedding day, she went to her jewel box to dress up with a thought of committing suicide immediately after the wedding, but found the bottle, and read the message. With much sorrowful hope, she eloped to the neighbouring village where she miraculously found Ajanga who just escaped by killing 8 body guards. They both came home and the wedding victuals were used in welcoming them; Ajanga was made the prime minister. With tears, Ajoke told Ajanga "i would have died and missed you if not for the Bottled Message."

I woke up breathless like I was drowned in my sleep. My pillow is all wet now from all the sweat which tasted like salt water. It was that dream again for the nth time. Wait, more like a nightmare.

I dreamt I was being chased by a mad man that’s black and blurry onto the beach. In my dream, I was frantic and threw the bottle with all my might into the sea, then I run again but the man kept on looming closer and then… darkness which took me back to reality.

A message kept echoing in my head but it was too blurry now so I can’t entirely remember. Ah, I felt heavy so I decided to walk in the beach to clear everything. I was in the middle of my walk when suddenly, I saw a bottle in the sand. I hurriedly walked to it and grabbed it. There was a paper inside and out of my curiosity I opened it.

Reading it, the message gave me chills and cold sweats: “Never trust a man who’ll give you a red wine.” It was the message in the bottle I threw in my dream.

(197 words)

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

Kate walked into the general office, angry, Mrs Gain was at it again. Mrs Gain, the director of Festic holdings was a tough woman, who was hardly satisfied. Every worker knew her nature but none could quit their job for the fear of unemployment. Kate however, was new and had been working for just 3 months, 3 months of frustration.
Kate was brilliant, but Mrs Gain finds fault in all she does, frustrating her. Duke, the accountant admired Kate for her resilience, she was the only secretary to have survived 3 months.
The following morning at work, Kate found a letter on her desk. She opened it anxiously and was amazed at what she read, "You are to vacate this seat in the next 3 days.See the director".

Angry and furious, Kate began to pack her belongings, cursing under her breath.She didn't wait to respond to pitiful exclamations from co-workers, she walked to Mrs Gain's office. Inside the office, Mrs Gains spoke.
"I see you've packed, you will be proceeding to the Lakeview branch as personal assistant to the GM."
Kate couldn't believe her ears, this meant double her salary.

193 words.

Once upon a time, Liu Chen a Chinese seaman and his 34 companions were caught in a storm and shipwrecked on a South Pacific island.


With time, their supplies finished and the were exhausted and all of the crew eventually expired; but before Liu Chen died he wrote a message telling of their misfortune, which he slipped into a bottle.
Years passed, no one knew what had happened to Liu Chen and his crew members until the bottle was discovered in Africa a 150 years later.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

When I was young, my mummy use to send me errands at a very young age, she will write whatever I will buy with prices. To her surprise I will also misplace either the money or the list which makes her sick. The money usually get lost Because I'm the playful type, I will watch the boys on the football pitch, watch the boys and girls playing with sand and most times I join them in whatever game that interest me. My mum will beat hell out of me each time I misplace either the list, money or being late.
This day she came home very late Daddy was at home expecting dinner she rushed in to prepare dinner but there was no Oil to prepare the dinner. She sent me to go and buy oil, unfortunately I was back home with an empty bottle why? I have misplaced the money again, no time to deal with me because Daddy was waiting. She decided to put the money in the bottle attach the quantity and price of the on the bottle, she tied a rope to the bottle and tie it to my neck. I was able to buy the oil successfully, my family still make jest of me till today.

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I stared with so much fear and anticipation, I had just gotten a bottled message from my father and I couldn't open it, all I could do was stare, I had not seen him since I was a little girl, he was in the army so he was barely around, I lived in a little cabin in the middle of nowhere with my mum, we both assumed he was dead after years (painful years) of not seeing or hearing from him, staying in the cabin was his idea, he said we'd be safe there, we actually were....for a while, if only he knew mum was dead, killed by the very people we ran away from , if only he knew the things they did to me that night. For years I wanted answers, what happened to him, was he dead or alive, where he was and what he was doing, why he left us alone, why he wasn't there for us that night, the answers were right in front of me and all I could do was stare.

@darkmayhem

Once upon a time, long before match.com was an option, a lovesick fisherman in the land of makinga whose name was Otello took his search for love to the river.


Otello the fisherman wrote A quick message, “To Someone Beautiful and Far Away,” he slipped the message into a bottle and threw it into the river.
After two years later, Otello's plea was answered by a woman from a village not too far from the land of Makinga. “I am not beautiful, but it seems so miraculous that this little bottle should have traveled so far and long to reach me that I must send you an answer,” she replied. The two began a correspondence that ended in Otello's move to see the lady and marry his match made by the river.

Once upon a time, when an ocean liner the Marina, was struck by a torpedo on her journey from Africa to America, it took less than 25 minutes for her to sink. But this few minutes were long enough for one of the passengers write down what was happening.


" We are still on deck with a few people. The last boats have left and we are sinking fast. Some of the men near me are praying with a priest. The end is near. Maybe this note will…"
This note was put into a bottle and was discovered many many years after the incident was almost forgotten.

The pilot Wilson Parkinson was flying with two companions, the trip was excellent everything under control and they were excited for the vacation days they would take. Suddenly the plane began to tremble, there was much turbulence and among many things the captain tried to control the situation. Unfortunately the ship collapsed and fell on a lost beach of the Marshall Islands, Parkinson survived. He was desperate, anguished by his friends and thinking now that it was going to be his, they spent several months where he had to survive eating raw fish, insects, worms, many times drinking salt water. I manage to make a bonfire that helped him not to be so cold at night while he slept in the middle of nowhere, covering himself with palm leaves. Rain, sun and strong storms. One day he went out in search of some fruit, he got coconut and as he could he climbed on the palm tree where very curiously was a hanging bottle and contained a paper. It was a message that said, calmly soon they will find you, that's how 3 days went by and a crew got it.

A message bottled for Maria

In a humble little house lived a couple of old people, away from the hustle and bustle of the city and where they were very happy; both had two children who were little aware of them. Hector in the times of youth worked and obtained a great fortune, which he had reserved for someone very special; On the bedside table she had a somewhat old bottle with a paper inside very well sealed, he did not allow anyone to touch it.
His children were not the best, the few times they visited the old people was to talk about the inheritance, but Hector did not like to talk about it. There was still a woman called Maria, the old ones loved her as a daughter because she was always on the lookout for their food and their health. One day Mr. Hector called Maria and said: My daughter I want you to keep this bottle, the day we leave to heaven you can open it that inside it there is a message for you.
At night the old men went to sleep and never woke up, Maria opened the bottle and the paper said that she was the heir of his fortune.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE
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Yesterday was my 16th birthday. I should have been happy I was a year older but I never really liked my birthdays. They brought back old memories even though they were vague.
My aunt Florence tried her best to make me happy,she never wanted to see me sad. I lost my parents at a very tender age and ever since then,I've been staying with my aunt and I really loved her.
She took me to her garden after the celebration and dug out a bottle. All the while she was doing this, I wondered what my aunt was up to. She handed it over to me and told me my parents wanted me to have it once I turned sixteen . I took the bottle from her and saw a piece of paper inside it. I opened it and brought out the paper. I unfolded it to read the content and it read;
Son, if you're reading this you must be sixteen. We decided to write this letter to tell you that you're not alone. We have loved you since we had you and will always do.
Right then, I knew my life would never remain the same.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE
Sally was a very beautiful and energetic girl everyone loved. She had good grades and all. One could say her life was perfect. We had been friends since childhood and spent everyday in each other's company. You could imagine how devastated I was when I received the news of her illness. She was down with cancer and had few months to live.
Sally was determined never to let her illness define her. She was going to live her life to the fullest and I planned on helping her with that.
We hung out as we used to and for a while, it felt like everything was normal. We almost forgot she was sick. At a point, she was in and out of the hospital and was becoming a shadow of herself. I could not stop counting the days as they went by.. I was loosing my best friend and there was nothing I could do about it.
We were at the beach one Saturday when Sally asked for my pen. She scribbled something on a piece of paper and when I asked her what she wrote, she handed it over to me and it read;
'life is what you make of it'
Xoxo
I smiled and handed it back to her. She put it in a bottle, corked it and we threw it into the water watching the wave carry it as the sunset.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE
Sure this is the place? Yeah,replied Jeremy as he threw down his shovel to roll up his sleeves, the tip is never wrong. Alright, let's get started it's almost morning and I'll like to get rich soon.
Who's in there anyway? Asked Richie as he plunged his shovel into the ground.
Some old guy died of a heart attack few weeks back. Best part is his smart ass family thought it was alright to bury him with a two million dollar ring for some sentimental mumbo-jumbo. Jeremy replied.
Man! We've been at this for hours, I feel like my arms are about to fall off, complained Richie.
You better keep digging or we're splitting seventy-thirty, besides it's been thirty minutes genius, said Jeremy as he felt the shovel hit something hard. The sound sent them into a digging frenzy, before they knew it, the coffin was out, they stopped and looked at each other for a second.
Quick, help me get it open yelled Jeremy. They both struggled until the coffin opened. The old man there alright with something in his hand,not a ring but a bottle containing a note with four words "beat you to it".

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The once lived a man, his name unknown but he was known by all. He was a mute but his words where so loud that even a sleeping could feel it. He inspired the young and the old but yet couldn't find inspiration for himself, couldn't find liberation for the pain he felt.

He woke up one night, he couldn't handle the pressure anymore. He went to the shores jumped in, the storms where eager to devour a soul. The raged the screamed with joy but yet he was saved, he washed up in a island. He had nobody, had no pen, or paper to write.

He prayed for days, looking for a way to contact the outside world. Then one day he came across a bottle or wine, from a wreaked ship. He got drunk all night dancing, crying. The next day while looking for what to eat, he came across a tree that he could use to write with. He then ran the the shores and went through his pocket where he found a paper.. There he wrote a letter threw it into the sea hoping someone would see it. After a few days he was rescued.

BOTTLED DREAMS

Ana, a lovely local of an island, somewhere far, dreams to live on the mainland, where she can be the greatest writer she could be.

Every morning, she is collecting all the glass bottle with her poems inside, that was waved back to her by the ocean, unfortunately, the ocean never fail to send back the all poems to its writer.

Intently, these bottled poems are supposed to be sent to anyone in the mainland, so someday Ana’s writing could be discovered by a famous person in the press or anyone that could help her.

Months passed, and even one of her poems didn’t reached her dreamland. But one day, Leo, a fisherman in the island, and happens to be her bestfriend caught one of her the poems. The poem, is about a dream, that no matter what she does, it just doesn’t come true.

Leo, took the poem, and even the weather is bad, he went to the mainland.

He immediately asked his friend whose a newspaper delivery boy, to take him to the publisher.

After that day, as Ana took her sent-back bottle, she was shocked to read what’s inside.

“I believe in your dreams.”

I'm so late, but I still hope you count my entry. Enjoy! :)

Hi

My Father is sailor. After I was born, my mother told me that he never came back. No mails, no calls, no anything.

Most of the time, I hate him. I hate the way I look because my mom told me I was just like him. My hair color, my eyes, my nose, and my lips are just the same way as my father.

My mom also told me, that she doesn’t hate my father, “Maybe sometimes” she said.

“I’m still happy, because he gave me you. And you’re the best gift I ever had. And I won’t let anyone take it away from me.” This line always send me to sleep.

Though I can’t stop hating him, I also can’t stop waiting for him to comeback. I even once write “Your dad will never comeback!” on my wall. But I erased that after I realized, I never had a Father.

I may never knew how does it feel to have a father, but I’m glad that I knew how it felt to have a very lovely, caring, and kind-hearted mother.

Please don’t comeback.

A boy rolled the paper. Put inside a bottle and threw on the water.

A BOTTLED MESSAGE

I remember it as if it had been yesterday and I still cannot find it. One night when I arrived at my apartment I found that the lock had been violated. I turned on the lights and observed the place carefully looking for a change, but everything was apparently the same. I was uneasy about not finding any evidence of the person responsible. I decided to prepare a tea to refresh my ideas and when I left the kitchen I saw her, she was there on the floor. How did I not see it before? It was a strange bottle of an opaque color, I took it in my hands and I noticed that it contained a paper inside, a message maybe for me?
I wanted to open it and at that moment the teapot started to ring. For years I have reviewed this scene and cannot find an explanation.
I ran to turn off the stove, but when I returned the bottle was not there, it took less than 15 seconds and it had disappeared. I decided to go out for fresh air and what would be my surprise when I discovered my totally perfect lock

As the sun was setting, casting a red glowing reflection on the sea, Mark decided to head home after playing all day on the beach, but something caught his attention. There was something reflecting the light of the setting sun floating on the sea. He decided to go find out what it was.
It was a bottle, inside was a folded paper. He opened the lid to read the contents of the paper; "Help me! Help me! I'm stuck in a raft, just before the rift", it read. The hand writing was familiar, it was his father's. "dad must be in trouble, I need to save him", he thought. Immediately without thinking he jumped into a boat and rowed as fast as he could heading for the rift, the current carried him straight towards the rift. The turbulence was so strong it capsized before he got to there. He tried swimming but the current was too strong, he wished he had taken the bottled message to his mum, his dad would have been saved by now and he'd definitely not be stuck in the sea.

After 12 o'clock at night a soldier about to die from the bullets was suffering on the seashore, with his last breath he grabbed and wrote a message on a piece of paper that said "Dear wife, I am writing this note in the boat and I am going to throw it into the sea just to see if it can get to you, if you do, sign this envelope in the lower right corner where it says 'received', put the date and time and your name where it says 'signature' and take care of it. Your husband. " He put it in a bottle and threw it with all his strength into the sea. The soldier instantly died.
Some months later some sailors found the message and did their best to deliver it. Two years later the message reached his wife, but it was too late. Everything was sadness and crying ...

It was the final stage of the challenge, Max had gone through six stages already and it hadn't been easy. He knew his qualification to this final stage was nothing but pure luck.
This final challenge wasn't going to be an easy one. The bottled message as they called it; in a bottle was a message to whoever finds it first, it was the number combination to a lock, whoever found the combination would. But the problem was finding the bottle with the message. 100 bottles were buried to the neck on a small area of land, the ground wasn't solid under the feet. There was a path they had to memorize, if you strayed from the path, the ground would give way. Three of the finalist would search for the bottle that had the message till it was found. It was a frantic search, two minutes into the search, one of the finalist had fallen, just two remaining; Max and another girl. After searching for about an hour, they still couldn't find the bottle with the message. It was just two bottles remaining, as they raced to get the bottles, the ground gave way.

I’m going to put this message n a bottle. A bottle of beer that I drank for you. This is your little bit of legacy, here over the other side of the world. Whish this letter is solely for you, to let you know how much I love you and how much I still care. I hope that one day someone finds this note and some more joy and excitement is bought into the world because of you.

I love you Craig and I miss you all the time.

I hope you’re in a beautiful place.

Rest forever peacefully.

"Under the gaze of the moon, embedded within a bottle is the key to your freedom" this message was written on the edges of the map.
"What does this mean", Reese asked the sage.
"It's your journey, you have to figure it out" he replied.
"The gaze of the moon" Reece repeated this over and over in his mind, to see if he could figure it out.
Then it hit him, the gaze of the moon was what the school hall was called.
When the moon was high in the sky, it reflected through the glass roof. "The bottle must be buried directly under the glass opening, but what key does it hold?" Reece questioned himself.
He found his way to the gaze of the moon and dug up the bottle. In it was a small piece of paper that read; "The path you seek, is directly in front".
"Not again", he shouted
In front of him was a straight line, he followed it into a room to find green bottles arranged in the shape of a star, in the middle was a transparent one that had a message which read; "You're the key", he smiled and walked away.

Yemi lost his parent in a fatal road accident when he was five years old, his life story changed immediately his parent were gone, he was adopted by his uncle whose wife always maltreated him, he wished his parent were alive, one day in school, his teacher was teaching them letter writing and they were told to pour out their feelings to any influential person with a promise their letter will be posted, everyone took turn in addressing their letter to the wealthy and the powerful leader but yemi wrote a letter to God..

Dear God

Good evening sir, I was told by my uncle that my parent are with you, since they left, no one cares about me, no one showed me love, my uncle's wife always beat me, please let my parent come back.
Thanks

All the letters were delivered to the headmaster, he was touched and moved to tears when he saw yemi's letter, he sent the letter to the government, they decided on the case and wrote a letter to yemi and also sent him lot of gift not forgetting to enrol him in the boarding school, free from his uncle's wife..

The map was almost complete, just a missing piece, to find the treasure we need to to find that piece. We've sailed all around the sea just to find the island where this piece was kept. Some years ago, a legend was told about a bottle carrying a message, this message hold the key to the missing piece of the map, how would the map be found. They found their way to the island, but it was infested with beast and dangerous creatures. The couldn't go through, obstacles were abound everywhere. Inspite of the bottle they needed to find the message. It was deep in some cake on the island.
They read the message in the bottle and it led them straight to where the missing piece of the map. They headed straight to where the missing piece was. The bottled message led them to the exact spot. They found the missing map but there was something they needed, the bottled message wasn't complete, they had to go back to the island, for the message to be fully revealed.

Mike, A once successful businessman but due to the current economic meltdown was left with nothing. His assets were all gone, He had just sold his only remaining property and just discovered that he was duped. In rage and fraustration, he was fed up with life and wanted his pain to end.
A strange idea came to him, he decided to take his life. He walked to the beach few blocks away from his home aiming to drown himself, as he was about to cast himself into the sea in order to be devoured by the hungry water, he noticed a floating object on the water moving towards him, It was a bottle with a letter contained in it. He picked the bottle, opened it and read the letter which stated

"Never give up. Have hope. Expect only the best from life and take action to get it".

He broke down in tears immediately he read this inspiring letter from an anonymous source. He felt like a coward for trying to take his life.
The Bottled Message had changed his life and had given him a reason to Live.

I was really stubborn at the time and my father had tried all means possible to all me to order over this matter. He broke my aquarium; one that he bought me on one of my birthdays and stuffed this written message therein. “There was this man who went to the market in need of an ass, he stumbled on an animal that looked similar, negotiated with the owner of the animal to take him home on a test round to ascertain whether he would buy or not. When he arrived home, he put him into his stable amongst the other asses. The new animal took a look round the stable, immediately went and initiated the company of the laziest and greediest beast in the stable. When the owner of the stable saw this he immediately put a halter on him, and led him back to the original owner again. The owner was really surprised over the almost immediate return, and asked, ‘Why did you return him, have you completed your test already?’ ‘There isn’t any need for more trials replied the buyer: ‘His company defined him’.

I was heartbroken though but I learned!

Wacky had tried severally with no successfully result, he is frustrated. Locked in an old cabin nearby he resorted to attempt suicide.

As Wacky lay thinking, his attention was caught by a spider preparing to weave her web in a large old bottle hanging from a corner of the cabin. He watched as she toiled slowly, with grand concern. Over ten times she tried to throw her frail thread from one corner of the bottle to another and failed.

"Poor thing!" Wacky said: "you know failure too?."

The spider did not lose hope with each failed attempt. With extra care, she made ready for another attempt. Wacky almost forgot his own issues as he watched her swing herself out again. Would she have another failure? No! The thread was carried safely to the other end, and fastened there.

"I, too, will try again, with extra care!" cried Wacky.

He arose and put his guards together for another launch at his venture. Well, Wacky was successful this time; not only did the spider’s message save his life, it landed him on the halls of fame.

GOOD BYE
Now that I have crossed the door of death without thinking, I have lost the opportunity to say goodbye. Fate has denied me a cordial goodbye because the efforts were in vain to save my life. But I am here, in my own wake invisible to all, but I see them and I hear them. I do not cry that my goodbye is not a cause of tears, that it serves as a consolation, that in the heights of heaven in peace I will be waiting for you. To you my friends I apologize for being the worst of friends, for not asking for help, for being selfish and feigned because I had counted my time and endured the painful silence without saying a single word. I thank you all for enduring these years my follies, my thoughts and the damage that could have caused. Thanks to my friends for giving me their friendship of heart, for letting me share joys and sorrows. Now it's time to leave, I already had the opportunity to say goodbye.

She has a very annoying attitude. Maybe she wasn’t that annoying; maybe I was the one who kept amplifying the entire matter. I usually held up malice against her, malice weighty enough to pull down a storey building.

This particular day, my father called me, gave me a transparent glass bottle and requested that I fill it with water and bring to him. On my return, he asked me in a gentle voice, “How heavy is that bottle?”

In a bid to show my worth as a science student, I ran straight to the kitchen to weigh the filled bottle with my mother’s scale and returned. Excitedly, I stated the weight to the nearest precision I could observe.

My father replied, “You just stated the bottle’s absolute weight, which in my opinion does not matter. The real weight depends on how long I hold it. It is fairly light if held for less than two minutes. It could really make the arm ache if held for above an hour. I held beyond a day it could cause cramps or possibly initiate paralysis.” “I say this concerning the malice I have observed in you towards your sister. BE WISE”