Friday, April 20, 2018

Japanese Cryptic: The Dolls


Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)


Cryptic Story


My papa is a very kind man. He takes good care of me. He is very good at cooking. He is always complimenting by saying things like cute and such.

I love him very much. However, sometimes when he looks at me, he makes a sad face and says "too thin." I get sad.

On the other side of the door, a lot of monsters live. I refrain from going there. I listen to music every day and stare at the dolls my papa makes.

My papa is a doll-maker. He has a cold box that has a lot of dolls inside it.

One, two, three, four, five,... six dolls I lined up.

 Their faces a little bigger than mine, the hair a little longer.

My dad's favorite doll is the one with long black hair and a white face.

He yells "Nakajima-san" when he takes her out of the cold box.

I don't like Nakajima-san, however. My favorite doll is the one with brown hair and small eyes.
I get strange feeling whenever I look at her. My papa said I resemble that doll. Maybe, that's why I like her.

Papa loves Nakajima-san, so I threw her on the other side of the door, at the monsters. She was soon boiled by them.

Now, papa has no choice but to love me.

After throwing Nakajima-san, I could hear creepy voices from the other side. There are really a lot of monsters on the other side.

Papa won't be mad at me. I'm sure he'll still say cute to me.

What would I get for today's dinner? I hope it's some tasty meat.
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Japanese Cryptic: Time-Freeze


Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)

Cryptic Story



A man got his hands on a mysterious box that had "stop" written on it.

The top-side of that box had a red switch on it.

The man pushed the button. As he did that, the world came to a complete halt.

The man committed crimes while the world was at a halt.

However, soon he came to realize what a gravity of his mistake.

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Friday, March 16, 2018

Japanese Cryptic: Happy Ending

  
Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)

Cryptic Story


I live in a 2-Dimensional space.

I'm having a great time here.

The author is going to write a happy ending for me, so I have no qualms and am loving my story so far.

After enduring great pains, I've found good friends. I've found people who really love me...

I realize something.

That's it!!

Hey, stop writing it!

I don't care for happy-ending!

NO.

However, my decry was in vain. The author ended up giving me a happy ending.

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Monday, March 12, 2018

Japanese Horror: The Deadly Premonition


Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)


Short Story


I have a special skill of foresight. This skill, however, is not as good as it sounds. If anything, I consider it more of a curse than a skill.

Imagine enjoying a peaceful day and suddenly you get a horrible premonition of the demise of your loved one. Sounds more like a curse than a blessing!

The premonition of my mother's death precluded me from shedding tears when it actually happened.
When my friend passed away in an accident, I couldn't cry as I already knew about it due to this curse.

Today, at school, it was announced that we are going to Hawaii for the school trip.

We reach the airport. The roll-call starts. Suddenly, I start seeing images in my head. It's the premonition. It is the premonition of a bomb going off in the airplane we are about to board. It all feels like a movie. I can even feel the blast on my body.

I hear faint voices in the background. I snap out of my premonition. The roll-calls are going on.

Thank god. We still haven't boarded. I need to alert the teachers. But are they going to believe me?
What should I do?

The roll-calls come to an end. The teachers start giving boarding direction to the students.

Me: "Sensei, can't we change the boarding time?"

They paid no heed to me.

This is bad. Need to do something. At this rate, they are going to board the plane. What should I do?

I make something up. I lie to the teachers about my father collapsing.

"It's an emergency! I need to go to my father. He's in trouble!"

The teachers allow me to stay behind.

All, except me, board the plane. They wave their hands at me to say goodbye.

"Goodbye everyone..."
I know what will happen to the plane.

The plane accelerates and takes off.

"Farewell..."

...
...

"Dad, I saw the news on TV. There was a terrorist bomb attack in the airport. Is big-brother going to be okay?"
"Don't worry! The attack happened after the plane's take off. Your brother must be safe on the plane. Look forward to the souvenirs."
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Thursday, December 14, 2017

Japanese Horror: The Late-Night Telephone

 

Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)

 

Short Story



You guys remember the Tokyo-earthquake that happened some time ago? This incident took place at the same time.

It was the midnight hour, and, I, like any sane person, was sleeping soundly on my bed. Unfortunately, my sleep was soon taken away from me by the telephone's frantic ringing.

*Brrrringgg*
*Brrrringgg*
*Brrrringgg*
*Brrrringgg*

Who the hell is calling me at this hour? I hope it's not the news of some relative's death. Maybe, it's a call from some sales-company trying to scam people off at the late hour.

Anyway, I need to pick it up.

"Hello...?"

"Ah--Did I wake you up? I did!"

That was the voice of my friend who lived nearby.

"Don't 'Wake you up' me, you idiot-kun! What do you need at this hour?" the annoyance was audible in my tone.

At the very moment, the ground started shaking side-ways violently--the sign of an imminent earthquake.

"What the...? Earthquake...Is your run-down shabby house gonna be okay? Lol" I jested.

However, there was no reply from his side. Maybe, he just hung up.

I retreated back to my room to sleep once again. I opened the door to my bedroom.

The scene that I witnessed in that room was not something I was expecting. A few magazine and two dumbbells had fallen from the book-shelf right onto my bed. Had I been sleeping on the bed, I would have been squashed by those things.

I put those things aside and went to sleep.

The next day, I went to my friend's house to apologize to him. The friend, however, had no recollection of ever calling me yesterday's night.

Strange, isn't it.
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Friday, December 8, 2017

Japanese Cryptic: Escape From The Killer


Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)


Cryptic Story

 

I was chit-chatting with my friend while having the lunch.

Friend: "Do you know about a game where you get paid money if  you escape from the killer?"

I: "Huh? You can't be serious. (lol)"

Friend: "It's very real. In fact, I did participate in a game."

I thought he was jesting, but his face looked serious.

I: "Heh? If you really did participate, then what was the end result?"

Friend: "Me? There were 3 people."
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Japanese Cryptic: The day he was born

  
Translated from Japanese by Shishou(師匠)


Cryptic Story


The day he was born into that world...

On that day, I gifted him flowers.

Would he be happy?

He smiled and hugged me.

I was born a day after his birthday.
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This crytic is kinda like the good-old cryptics.
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