Storymania Logo



Short Stories

Jenna by Kat Fiore The horror of love. [2 words]
Like Troubled Water by Amarjit Bhambra One way of explaining life... [1,261 words]
He Gave It All Away by Amarjit Bhambra I have my own African Grey and this story was written in 1999, hope you like it.... [1,959 words]
Eat You Lunch Children by Amarjit Bhambra A story for Halloween for young children,especially the ones that don't finish their lun... [450 words]
The Power Within by Amarjit Bhambra - [90 words]
The Pharoah's Daughter by Amarjit Bhambra A little tale one mightlike.... [246 words]
The Healing Hand Of The Lord by Amarjit Bhambra I was in a Foreign Country, with my son who fell ill in the middle of the night. ... [259 words]
The Good Against The Evil by Amarjit Bhambra - [628 words]
Charlie The Squirral by Amarjit Bhambra When my son was born,I alway remember a Squirral in the Hospital grounds that the Nurses u... [341 words]
A Thing Of A Bat? by Amarjit Bhambra When this actually happened, it was very hilarious. I hope you imagine it well to enjoy that ... [349 words]
Wonderful, Wonderful Works Of God, The Lord God Is My Healer, My Protector by Amarjit Bhambra I think that sharing is very importa... [197 words]
The Heart Of A Noble Woman by Mandi Butkovich -A story about a young noble woman who first discovers what love is.---Please Review [860 words]
Witchcake by Risa Peris An imaginary retelling of the beginnings of the Salem Witch Trials of 1692 throught the eyes of one o... [1,491 words]
Venice by Matthew Penner - [303 words]
Untitled About Bugs by Durfee's Student World from the perspective of another. Title suggestions appreciated! I can print the 2nd... [1,706 words]
Things That Really Happen In Life - The Sense The Feeling Before It Really Happens. by Amarjit Bhambra This really happened to me ... [356 words]
Thin Air by Randall Barfield ...you'd think it impossible that one man could terrorize an entire nation but,of course,... [874 words]
There Are No Others! Just Me! by Nik Siromah Short story about one of the greatest Bulgarian revolutionary of all time, Vasil ... [3,577 words]
The Thorn And The Rose by Amarjit Bhambraaa Bitter tangled love? [224 words]
The New Gaurdians by Creature Of Death This is another story I made like I said sci-fi is my beiggest thing I like to write about th... [2,079 words]
The Hunter by Evgeni Miller Jonas Rath A short story dating a couple of months ago. Comes with a second chapter which will be posted in a... [433 words]
The Electric Car by Tomas Sancio B Baquiano Two stories in Latin America become intertwined when a young Engineer kills herself after a fa... [1,462 words]
Teenager's Prayer by Jordan Holetzky A teenager's prayer... [1,216 words]
Screaming, Save Me. by Marie Buzzy After the dream ends, I find myself sitting in bed, frightened and panicking as I whisper t... [718 words]
Schoolgirl by Randall Barfield - [937 words]
Reflections And Modern Man by Kristal O-Garrow The dispersed thoughts of a man who just experienced a divorce. [678 words]
Pedro by Jordan Holetzky Talks about people who don't even know you are will to care about you to pray for you and to share God wi... [654 words]
Nightmare 1 The Chase by Jordan Holetzky This story is about a freaky dream... [752 words]
My Treat by Amarjit Bhambra - [631 words]
My Name by Allie Haaland - [209 words]
My Embarrassing Moment by Brady Kalt This is a short story about one of my embarrassing moments. [203 words]
Mountain Arrival by Norachai Thavisin The hermit has to prepare his mountain chalet for the arrival of his woman visitor. He didn't ... [2,095 words]
Most Embarrasing Moment by Anthony Espinoza Assignment for school. [226 words]
Mexico by Hiatt - [799 words]
Life Force by Caleigh Jepison Please please can you tell me what you think? Starting chapter of a horror novel - may be a bit clic... [603 words]
Inbox by Nathan Weaver The first in a series of short horror stories. I can't say much without spoiling anything. Just check i... [688 words]
Inbox 2 by Nathan Weaver The second in the series. The roommate. [1,081 words]
In Michael's Mind by Am Mason R.I.P. Michael. [218 words]
Hospital Room by Randall Barfield Sadly, it's another case of "who needs fiction?" [1,115 words]
Hickory Dickory by Tomas B Sancio Of mice, men and Nuclear Science. [828 words]
Family Therapy Remembering Nama's Funeral by Mickey Bryant This short story gives detailed descriptions of the comedy of errors ... [5,111 words]
Embarrassing Day At The Pool by Kaitlin Kingdon A short story about an embarrassing day at a pool on vacation. [319 words]
Damn by Bk Kinsel It is all my fault. [163 words]
Creature Of Death's Bio by Creature Of Death This a character I use alot in my stories he reflects me and my mood at certain times a... [3,589 words]
Birthday Visitors
A True Story About A Very Young And Naive Nathan Weaver by Nathan Weaver The title says it all. A short, true story about mysel... [346 words]
A Red Tent by R Amici I had to submit this for school. [633 words]
A Cry In The Dark by Barry Stevens Faeden A creepy story of the macabre. Not for the weak hearted. [887 words]
'fly by Lawrence Peters Freedom [426 words]
Without Reason by Sime Sheef Anger breeds hate and hate breeds evil. Unfortunately this perfect world breeds all three. [983 words]
What's Wrong With The World? by Bk Kinsel A story about the world. [172 words]
Valentine's Cupid by K J H Sienna is a fiery redhead that works for a local newspaper. She is fairly unlucky when it com... [2,873 words]
To The Fullest by Sime Sheef Peter has figured out how to drain the potential from every moment in life...but what will it co... [978 words]
The Wedding Reception by Avis - [1,893 words]
The Little Turd That Could by Michael L Phillips (Aka The Purple Monkey) A short story based on office interaction and politics. [1,052 words]
The Final Battle by Briony Carvalho Read it and you'll see! Any comments on anything I do are hugely appreciated - even if it's j... [348 words]
Sword From Heaven by Kristen Karlson A series of interconnected stories about the forms and consequences of power. [7,754 words]
Six Episodes Of Love by H Klecel - [3,199 words]
Russian Roulette: Foreshadow by Catherine Lefloy The story is about a young russian soldier that is eager to go to war, later he fi... [1,635 words]
Ordinary Day by Derek Anthony Held A short story about military families and how war tears them apart. [540 words]
Night Of The Courtesane by Charles F Kane A Dream that's more than a dream. Story with a twist. [1,243 words]
Medical-Shedical by Avis Narration of annual general medical exam. [1,548 words]
Life On The Broken Wings by Partha Pratim Majumder A young pretty girl , who is handicapped since birth , has to pass her leisure sitting... [1,860 words]
Heaven With Her by Bk Kinsel An old man dying in his bed wishing only to see the love of his life. [253 words]
Flak by Joseph Xavier Ramirez A short story about an escort fighter pilot in WW2, as he embarks on this mission he will face many challe... [1,158 words]
Escaping Reality by Monica L Sprague This is an account of a real event that has a fictional ending...the ending that I know she wa... [981 words]
Dream For An Insomniac by Rachel Joseph A short love story of a unique girl [739 words]
Downsizing by Katherine A M Corkery A confident employee at a well-established law firm enters the office ready to receive word of a pro... [1,823 words]
Confortable Darkness by Sime Sheef The world is dark and light is not welcome. It only pains the eyes. [996 words]
Cipher by Rachel Joseph The life story of a boring girl. [2,509 words]
Can't Let Him Go by Nicky Rothschild Can't Let You Go is about a girl that has fallen in love with a man that is 4 years older then... [1,442 words]
And... by Lawrence Peters For Andrew, whether you like it or not, it's yours. written in Los Angeles, where writers go to become r... [129 words]
And I Prayed Part 3 Of Awakening by Sidney Tucker Continuing from Awakening and The Journey Home A man finds the final steps to ... [1,235 words]
Alone At Dawn by Sime Sheef The tale of a man searching to resolve the pain of loosing the woman he loved. [957 words]

Go to page: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 [17] 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50
Birthday Visitors
Two unexpected people visit me on my birthday. We spend an unexpected day at the local beach. Then, as the sun sets, it is time for the final farewells.
[1,319 words]
Norachai Thavisin
I am a writer and illustrator working from Bangkok, Thailand.
[October 2006]
Mountain Arrival (Short Stories) The hermit has to prepare his mountain chalet for the arrival of his woman visitor. He didn't know when or if she was coming but as she was largely his reason for living, he waited at the railway each... [2,095 words] [Romance]
Birthday Visitors
Norachai Thavisin

Birthday visitors
by norachai

It’s another brilliant Cottesloe morning. Seagulls are wailing above the sound of waves on the sand. Light streams into my bedroom through the half-opened venetian blinds.
I wake from a strange dream, filled with expectation. It’s my day, my birthday, and it promises to be a day to remember.

The joggers and the power-walkers are out early on the walking path on top of the cliff, moving on a stage in front of a placid blue-green sea. Dog walkers and bicyclists join them in the usual Saturday morning ritual.
No time to waste. After breakfast, I stride out early, cool sea air filling my chest, the wide blue sky lifting me out of myself. My feet take me on the usual walking route which brings me down from the path above to the beach.
Left or right? Right, says my nose. Ahead of me Cottesloe Beach, the most hospitable one in Perth, stretches on and on towards the distant haze of more beach houses, a welcomed space for city folks to come to be free for a few hours.

Soon I am passing through the bodies sprawled on the sand, already oily and brown even this early in the day. I slow down to take my time amid the bounty of sensuous flesh on display that the inadequate bits of swimwear struggle to contain.
The Italian picnickers are already spreading out early lunch on tables on the grass in the shade of the tall upright Norfolk pines. Their chatter floats over with the clinks of wineglass and the screech of the gulls. La dolce vita, Australian weekend style.
Past the big surf life-saving club and the beach was suddenly empty. My feet touch the cold surf but sunlight was hot on my face.

Then I know that they have arrived.

I turn around but surely I am still dreaming. They stand in front of me, both smiling. The taller one is my dad and next to him stands my stepfather Hassan, both older and greyer than their photos in the family albums.
Both men laugh at my surprise. Eventually I recover enough composure to wai my father, bending low, and he returns it. Hassan then gives me his usual bear hug, so tight that it still leaves you out of breath afterwards. We stand looking at each other, giving time for the absent years to merge together into the present unbelievable moment.
Both men hold my hands on either side and we stroll along the beach toward the morning sun.

This is not possible. Yesterday I had no father, today I have two.

I can feel Pa moves his hand on to my shoulder.

“On special days, like Halloween, us people who are no longer here, can visit their loved ones. They choose to show themselves, or not. Mostly they don’t, not wanting people to wet their pants,” says Hassan with a laugh. “We knew you wouldn’t do that.”
His voice is as I remember, but more frail, but his booming laugh is still loud over the surf.

“You both are looking well,” I say feebly, feeling strange about talking to them at all.

“ We get by, you know, don’t we Amnuay,” says Hassan to Pa.

“Yes we do,” Pa says in English, quietly.

“Voila un café,” says Hassan, pointing to the restaurant perched on top of the sand dunes. “Let’s go there. I am hungry.”
At the café, Hassan chooses a sunny table in the corner with a spectacular view of the beach. He moved us there from another table, for the better outlook. We order coffee and croissants all round. Hassan quickly finishes his and asks for more.
A question about how “people who are not here” can eat one croissant, let alone order another, comes into my head.

“ Your mother is well I see,” he says, with a blissful smile on his face at her memory.

“Yes, she is. Not so mobile now but still very active,” I say.

“Yes, that’s Yoenyaw,” says Hassan.” We know that, don’t we, Amnuay.”
Pa smiles.

“We had a good fight for her, didn’t we,” says Hassan. Both of them put up their fists and shadow box each other, Pa scoring a gentle direct hit on Hassan’s big Jewish nose and again in his paunchy stomach.. “The best man won, of course.”

“Who are you kidding,” says my father.

“No, you’re right. We were only men. Women know who they want,” says Hassan.
They can each write a book about what they have learned from the women in their lives and it would be instructive reading.

“What about you, Nui?” says Hassan, looking directly at me. “You have not done much with your life.”

“…Er, true, I guess,” I say.

“Keep writing. You are good at that, maybe more so than at your art. But never stop trying,” says Hassan, as to the point as always.

“But above all, use all your talents to achieve fulfillment and money. It’s a rich and varied world so be part of it as much of it as you can. Life is precious. Come more out of your shell. The world won’t bite your head off.”
I am never too sure about that.

“I regret very much my life being shortened by smoking and overwork. I only did less than half of what I could have done,” says Hassan. “Was it true for you too, Amnuay?”

“Yes, in a way. But I wasn’t driven by work as you were. But I very much regret not knowing my children more, including you, Nui, and to have lived longer in the world,” says Pa.

After his marriage with my mother ended when I and my two sisters were young, Pa remarried and had another son before he died early of kidney failure. My mother married Hassan, a Swiss architect, and raised five more children.

We are sitting with our hands joined on top of the table. I feel a connecting cord coming through one hand and leaving from the other. We close our eyes, oblivious to other people around us.
We find a shaded bench in the park and sit there side by side, looking at the beach and the bright pale blue sea. I notice my father eyes following women bathers as they walk, swaying delectably, to and from the thundering surf.

He always had an eye for female beauty and he has passed that on to me. He smiles knowingly at my thoughts.

“Yes, yes,” he says barely heard above the sea sounds. “That’s what I miss too, a lot.” I wonder if the angels were to his liking and in which way!
There is much to share but we do it without speaking very much all afternoon. Their glowing presence empowers me to relive moments of my life and look forward to the years to come. A deep love fills all the silent minutes and hours, which swept by like the sea breeze now rolling sand among the grass.

“It will be sunset soon,” Hassan said, looking at his watch, always a Swiss. Then hand in hand with me in the middle again, we cross the road back to the beach where we walk to a deserted part and sat behind some boulders.

As the last rays of sunlight fade on the purple horizon, I wai Pa who puts the palm of his hand on my head and keeps it there for the longest moment. I hug Hassan at the same time, feeling that the three of us are one, today and always.
We walk again together where the sea laps the sand and I look up at the new stars. Then when I glance back, the dark beach is empty, with only my footsteps in the sand to reveal where we have walked.


Submit Your Review for Birthday Visitors
Required fields are marked with (*).
Your e-mail address will not be displayed.

Your Name*     E-mail*

City     State/Province     Country

Your Review (please be constructive!)*

Please Enter Code*:

Submit Your Rating for Birthday Visitors

Worst     1     2     3     4     5     6     7     8     9     10     Best

© 2006 Norachai Thavisin
October 2006

Copyright © 1998-2001 Storymania Technologies Limited. All Rights Reserved.