Stories from a Bambusbaer

     Previous story: Cinderella and the prince — who’s now become a king, broke up, they stopped talking to each other and moved on with their own life.       Until one day, The King suddenly rang the bell and showed up at the doorstep. “How are you doing?” He asked casually. Cinderella was so flustered, yet foolishly happy by the chance to reconnect with someone she used to or was probably still in love with.      It appears that The King needed support from Cinderella to withstand attacks from neighboring kingdoms that wanted to dethrone him. After his mother and father gave him the throne, The King ruled his kingdom alone. Cinderella, who knew that man like the back of her hand, understood the struggle. She assured him that she would support him no matter what.       Days turned to weeks, and the time spent together had made their heart grow fonder. The King gave a hint that he wanted to re-establish their relation...

“C’mon.. we could do it for the sake of our past, right?” Ethan's voice seemed so distant, even when his eyes scanned my body and gave me that mischievous look. I know he wasn’t serious, but god dammit he’s so freaking hot that it makes me want to ruin his clothes at least, one more time in my life. Elvira assholes, I shouldn’t tell her that I am in this town. I should’ve known this thing would happen. Or maybe, this is exactly the thing I wished for? But now I see it clearly again: my self-control is not reliable at all when it comes to Ethan. “I won’t do anything with you. It’s enough for us to dance and talk for the past hours. You were my best friend, and still you are.” I said. Barely. With a voice to convince myself rather than trying to convince him. “Ah c’mon, I know you want it too.” “I won’t say I don’t. But you know, I am engaged.” I showed him my ring finger which was filled with a quite big diamond. My fiancè spent a fortune on this, I didn’t even ask. “Really? Are you...

  “I love you so much though sometimes you are such a pain in the ass…” He chuckled from across the phone when I said that. Sulking. “I know, I’m sorry for being the pain,” Yeah, yeah.. as if he really cared after all this time.  “But I would buy a bandage, ointment, or muscle spray to relieve the pain,” I said again.  “Huh?” “Because I love my ass, I would rather live my life having the pain in the ass than to replace it.” He laughed at my statement.  “I love your ass too.” He continued. “I know.” I shrugged.  We both smile. We both laugh. We both are such a pain, but the most important: we are both such a biggest fan of each other’s asses.   24.07.25

  ‘Thump.. thump.. thump…’ The EDM music was very loud. The crowd was cheering. Someone had a birthday. Someone opened a bottle. Someone spill the drink. Someone had a blast. Someone had a broken heart. “Do you like the music?” He shouted on my ears. Wide smile. Big nose. Wearing a green expensive t-shirt and yellow sunglasses after the sunset. Maybe he thought it was a cool fashion. Whatever.  “Of course! This is so fun!” I said cheerily, raising my glass of Long Island to look hyped. Dancing. Shaking my booty. Moving my feet. I am ecstatic. I have to! And I drink Vodka. Fuck . I chanted my spell again: This party is expensive. It should be amazing, it should be fun, and I have to enjoy it , I am wherever I belong, I am with the right person, and I am on my way to being happy.  I heard the people shout louder, singing along while the DJ played whatever the music they’d been playing. Something caught my eye. It stings and makes me teary. No, I am not crying. I shouldn’t ...