Fortunately, Unfortunately - by Ryan Osmond

Ryan Osmond

Fortunately, one day Kyle won a lottery ticket. Unfortunately, it was in Japan.

Fortunately, there was an airplane in 20 minutes. Unfortunately, the time he got there, there was a thunderstorm.

Fortunately, the clouds lowered, so the plane could lift off. Unfortunately, it started to hail.

Fortunately, he parachuted into Japan. Unfortunately, he landed on a fire.

Fortunately, the fire got put out. Unfortunately, he fell in an open manhole.

Fortunately, there was another manhole near by. Unfortunately, there was a giant troll ready to attack him.

Fortunately, it was only a statue. Unfortunately, now he was a mile away from the lottery ticket office.

Fortunately, there was a taxi. Unfortunately, he was short on money.

Fortunately, there was a bank. Unfortunately, by the time he got back from the bank the taxi was gone.

Fortunately, he brought a phone. Unfortunately, the new taxi ran out of gas.

Fortunately, it was right at the lottery ticket office! 

THE END

About the author

Ryan is an amazing  Canadian-Mexican 8 year old boy. His creativity is beyond limits. Used to have an imaginary friend called Guga. He loves  snow boarding, surfing, camping, rocks and backyard science. Ryan lives in Vancouver, BC with his parents, He is my best friend's son and Godson by heart...he is my beautiful, beautiful boy.

PART III – EDWINA MELTY HANDS

Edwina was her name…well, not really, not her real name, but Edwina nonetheless

She was always on the run, always on a spree, flying back and forth; just ask…she’s here

Showing off her talent, pretending to be free, but trapped by her own challenges, locked inside indeed

Mademoiselle Edwina, would you like some wine? Looking good, Miss Edwina! nice to see you and welcome back…

As time goes by Edwina, looking to be real, eager to be noticed, tried out different things

Bendy one Edwina, funny one Edwina, pretty one Edwina, smarty pants Edwina, reliable Edwina…sad inside Edwina

Why you cry, Menina Edwina?  Need more time to freshen up? Put yourself together, Edwina! You can’t afford to be the weak vulnerable one.

Who is judging if not herself? Her own reflection fading out…unrecognizable threatening shadows firing back from her almond watery eyes…

Don’t be so tough on you Edwina, open the lock and spread your mind.  You have the key right in your hands, the golden passport, the non-stop pass …just loosen up, shake it off, open up and say ENOUGH!

So close yet so far, it sounds so easy, it scares so much. To Edwina the good one, was given the chance to step forward, for no good reason, no question marks, no hidden agenda or hard feelings… can this be right?

And then Edwina, being Edwina, pondered and wondered way too much.  Over thinking is her thing, a nasty habit if you will.  The key is yours, darling, it always has and it will always be. Don’t forget: is in your hands, not even hidden, it is right here.

Right …in… my… fragile… melting… hands. 

Thank you for being here... thanks for your emails (especially you, Becky)... I am back!!!!