Once upon a time, there was Mangki Tadiba. He was xx. He did xx. The story goes on for an entire paragraph.
I guess I must have been 5 years old when I wrote my first short story. Pity I can’t for the life of me remember what I wrote anymore, and it is a real shame that I didn’t retain a copy of it either. What I do distinctly remember, was mum, dad and big brother clutching their sides laughing at the silliness from words all spelled wrongly.
I think this defines who I am. As such, I have decided to use this title against my start ups, to see if I develop something with this theme over time.
Big bro remembers how I ended the story, so with that I end this first post in the same way.
– DI AN –
PS: thanks bro for the ex-libris design. You have always been the best, and you still are. For interest in some of my bro’s stories (he’s a much talented writer than I am) please be sure to visit www.Leonardl.ee