Julya Oui's Blog, page 4

The Man who was so Full of it

I'm sure you must have had the experience of meeting someone like that. This one's dedicated to them since they inspired me to write this.

  The Man who was so Full of it by Julya

When my Pocket was Empty

When my pocket was fullI demanded the food to come to me fastWhen my pocket was emptyI could not thank the person serving me enough
When my pocket was fullI went shopping every week to fill up the closetWhen my pocket was emptyI took the hand me downs and learned to appreciate
When my pocket was fullI stuffed everything I could eat by myselfWhen my pocket was emptyI had less and learned what’s good for my health
When my pocket was fullMy friends and I hung out restlesslyWhen my pocket was emptyI treasured my moments decisively
When my pocket was fullLife was a party that could never endWhen my pocket was emptyOnly those left behind were my friends
When my pocket was fullI couldn’t get enough of the world’s adventureWhen my pocket was emptyI took a journey within in awe and in wonder
When my pocket was fullI could only see the glamor and the glitterWhen my pocket was emptyMy eyes were opened to Mother Nature
When my pocket was fullI had no idea what the world was worthWhen my pocket was emptyI saw what I had done to mother earth
When my pocket was fullI could only hear the shuffling of dollars and clinking of dimesWhen my pocket was emptyIt was so quiet I could hear myself for the very first time

What I Learned Today: Awesome story telling

The Case of the Pedophile who could not Right his Wrong

And here I go again with the fifth micro fiction. It's like an addiction I can't shake off. Writing's like an itch that never goes away until you scratch it and that's not even for sure.

  The Case of the Pedophile who could not Right his Wrong by Julya

What I Learned Today: Shameless people of power

The Train that could not leave the Station

And all this because of a thunderstorm. I had to switch off the laptop due to the heavy thunderstorm one day so I pulled out the art block and started scribbling and doodling. The first title that came to mind was The Man who could say no more, and then I was on the roll. More and more titles popped up and now I am on the forth micro fiction which I never in my life thought of writing. Although I've written flash fictions between 800 to 1000 odd words before micro fiction is a blast. 


  The Train that could not leave the Station by Julya

The Conclusion of a Life that wasn't Lived

Hmm, here's another one of my micro fictions just for the heck of it.

The Conclusion of a Life that wasn't Lived by Julya

ICG: In Good Company

Look what I found. I did this somewhere between 2002 to 2005. That's as far as I can remember. I was young and  ambitious then and I was so sure that I wanted to start my own magazine. Something that I could take with me wherever I go, kind of like a chicken soup-reader's digest- DIY-feel good-spiritual magazine. And this was the product. I called the magazine, In Good Company.


  IGC: In Good Company by Julya

The Politician who knew too Little

Here I am trying to complete a novella with haste and there I am getting fired up to do this micro fictions. With all the idiotic and despicable politics going around worldwide sometimes I wonder what politicians actually know. This is the one about the politician who knew too little.





  by Julya

The Man who could say No More

At this time and age most of us don't have the luxury to stay put and read anything longer than a quotation. It's not because we can't afford the time but because we're distracted by the speed at which technology travels. So here's a micro fiction for the mercurial netizens and I mean micro with a capital M.

  The Man who could say No More by Julya