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Episode 1 : The Strangest Day
Episode 2 : The Sohma Curse
Episode 3 : All Shapes And Sizes
Episode 4 : Here Comes Kagura
Episode 5 : A Rice Ball In A Fruits Basket
Episode 6 : Invincible Friendship
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Episode 8 : Don't Cry, For The Snow Will Surely Melt
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Episode 17 :It's Because I've Been Loved That I've Become Stronger
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Episode 19 : The Source Of Cheer Can Be Affected By Colds, Too!
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Episode 21 : Sophist Boy Has Captured The Prince
Episode 22 : Prince Yuki Fan Club
Episode 23 : Is the Rumored Ri That Mother's Daughter?
Episode 24 : The Curse of the Cat
Episode 25 : True Form
Episode 26 : Let's Go Home

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Episode 4 : Here Comes Kagura
Episode 5 : A Rice Ball In A Fruits Basket
Episode 6 : Invincible Friendship
Episode 7 : A Plum On The Back
Episode 8 : Don't Cry, For The Snow Will Surely Melt
Episode 9 : A Solitary New Year
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enter fruitsblogsket, where blog meets fruits basket, one of my favorite anime titles. FruitsBlogsket is my personal fansite dedicated for Fruits Basket. You'll read my blog, find avatars, wallpapers, read the Sohma diaries, discover what Tohru and the Sohmas are doing and many more. Fruitsblogsket is an experimental fansite. Feel free to check the site.

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This is another short story that I wrote. I hope you enjoy. Sam1 or Samone is my pen-name for my original literature, while Kimikimkimster is my pen-name for anything fanfiction.

The Perfect Gift for Her Birthday
by Sam1

"I'm not sure. I probably won't be able to come, because I'm attending a conference tomorrow afternoon." I said. "But I'll try my best. Advanced happy birthday. Bye." I hung up my cellphone and stepped out of the car. I was on my way to pickup my dry-cleaning.

The shop next to the laundromat is a flower shop. As I walked past the flower shop, I couldn't help notice the little girl standing in front of its door. She looked like she wanted to go inside, but she was probably too shy. I ignored the little girl and continued my way inside the laundromat where my suit awaits. I'll be using the suit for my business conference tomorrow. I wasn't really on a hurry, but I thought it was ready. Apparently, something wrong happened to one of their dry-cleaners, so my suit got delayed and I had to wait for half an hour before it was ready.

The lady in the laundromat apologized, but I told them that it was no problem. So I picked up my suit and left. To my surprise, the little girl was still peering through the window of the flower shop. She was still there. What was she doing? I tried to ignore her, but when she smiled at me, I couldn't help but feel like her smile was her plea for help.

And so I asked her what was wrong. "What is it little girl? Do you want to buy some flowers inside?"

The girl became somewhat troubled. "Yes, mister. I want to buy some flowers for my mother. It's her birthday today, you see. My mom loves lilies and I want to get her those colorful lilies, but--" I think I know what's wrong. "-- I don't have enough money."

She's really thoughtful and sweet. "Okay, what do you say if I buy them for you instead?"

Her face lit up and her joy was contagious. "Really? You'd really buy them for me? Thank you, mister. I really thank you!" So I went inside and bought the bouquet of colorful lilies for her. When I got out, she was very ecstatic and joyful. "I'm so happy! My mom's going to be happy too!" She exclaimed. You know, I was happy too. Who would've known that giving something can make you this happy. "Ah! Mister. Can I ask one last thing before you go?"

Because I was such in a giving mood, "Sure." I said. It turned out that the girl ran short of money to go back home. She was worried of that too. So she hitched a ride with me and her flowers, while I put in the address on my GPS. I don't really know this address or where we're going, but the GPS marked that it would take almost an hour to get there. How did she get very far? She's just a little girl. After almost an hour, I didn't know what to say. I was dumbfounded where this address had taken us.

"Are you sure about the address?" It was silly to ask, but I just had to clarify, because we were somewhere unexpected. I checked the GPS and the location's right. The little girl smiled again and nodded at me too. So I followed her when she left the car.

After walking some distance, the little girl stopped and paused for a moment. Then she placed the flowers. "My mom was fine in the hospital--" she began to sob a little. "I never knew that my mom would die the next day. My mom died on her birthday in the hospital. She had pneumonia and I wasn't able to say happy birthday to her, because she died early in the morning. She died last year, mister." She wiped her tears, but I couldn't help cry with the little girl in the cemetery as well. "Happy birthday, mom."

I finally drove the girl home and her father anxiously waited outside the house. He was very relieved when I brought her daughter, but I'm amazed at the coincidence that her father is my co-worker. So it wasn't hard to explain to him what had happened.

"Please, join us for dinner. I insist." her father says.

"Thanks... but... I have a plane to catch." Maybe I'm too apathetic to care, because I think that they'll still be there tomorrow. Maybe I'm too lazy to tell how important they are to me, because they've been with me for so long -- that I think it's highly unlikely for them to disappear. Maybe I have my own definition of 'important' and that my priorities are actually mixed up. But the truth is, no one knows what will happen tomorrow. I guess I shouldn't take their life for granted. I guess I should cherish them while they're here. After all, would it make sense to spend some time with someone that isn't there anymore? I should be glad that they're still here. I should be glad that I can still talk to them. That I can still walk with them. That we can still do fun stuff together.

"Yes? Who is it?" I should be glad that I still have my familiar reason to knock on the door to our old house. "... WHA- OH MY! What a pleasant surprise!" I should be glad that I can still touch them... feel them... embrace them... "I thought you said--"

I should be glad that I'm still able to say it. "Happy birthday, mom. I love you. Dad! I brought you something!"

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This is how my schedule would look like this fall term. Monday, I work during the evening. Tuesday, I go to school in the morning and work in the evening. Wednesday, I have classes in the evening (programming Zzzz...) at 6-9pm. Thursday, classes in the morning. Friday, classes in the morning. Saturday, I have work the whole afternoon and drum practice in the evening. Sunday, I have to go to church. So I pretty much don't have a day off just to stay at home. I'm a home body, by the way. I'm telling myself to suck it up for 12 weeks and I'll have a relatively lighter load during the winter term. That's why I don't want to quit my job. Because, without it, what will I do after those 12 weeks?

Anyway, I've been able to play with my band again. It's the band we've formed back in high school. We haven't kept in touch recently because, like me, everyone became busier after leaving high school. I'm just glad one of my friends is going to learn how to play guitar because we need another guitarist.

Here's a short story from me. Sam1 is my pen name when I write original short stories, poems and novels.


When Dad Made a Promise
by Sam1

One day, there was a happy family. The couple had only one child, but they couldn't be any happier. Dad cherished his son so much that when he was in the crib, dad told him, "I'll never let something bad happen to you. I promise."

Their only son was excellent in school. He learned very quickly. He was great all around at school. Still, he enjoyed playing, like other children do. He helped at home with chores as well. He loved spending time with his family -- a good son.

During his 12th birthday, a tragedy occurred when his mom died from a car accident. Both of them witness mom pass away in the hospital and the boy held his dad's hand tight. Dad looked down, and the boy looked up. They saw each of them crying. Then dad knelt and preciously hugged him. "I will never let something bad happen to you. I promise." he whispered to his son.

From then on, everything turned sour. Their family slowly started to decay. And as time passed, the son gradually changed his image. He began turning his back on school. He began to ignore his house chores. He seldom went home. He started smoking. He started drinking and having vises.

Dad felt depressed. Dad felt lonely but he kept strong. He strived and persevered to keep his family close. Despite being disappointed, he held on to what he promised. "I will never let something bad happen to you, I promise."

When the boy reached the age of twenty, things turned from bad to worse. The son committed a heinous crime. And the punishment for his crime was death penalty. And when the day of the execution had arrived, dad couldn't believe what was happening. There was six hours left before his son's death. Dad was scared but he thought of his promise.

There was 4 hours left, then 3, 2 and came down his last hour before his son's death. Dad decided to visit his son in his cell. Their conversation was short but colorful. The boy apologized to his dad. Father and son couldn't hide their sadness. Dad sobbed and tried so hard to put up a smile. Before the boy was about to leave his cell, dad hugged him so tight that he didn't want him to go. "I will never let something bad happen to you." he promised again.

The boy left his cell to receive the punishment. It was very quiet as the clock ticked 30 minutes left. Then 15, 10, 5... finally it came down to the last minute.

The prison used a manual bell for the decision. "If the bell will sound, then the decision for your death will be carried on." told the warden. Everyone agreed.

From the last minute, to 30, to 10, and to the last second that passed, the order was carried. A jail guard assigned for the bell, pulled the string. But the bell did not ring. He tried once more, but nothing was heard. After 5, 10, 20 more attempts still the bell did not ring. Then the jailguard noticed blood pouring down the cord. He looked up as he saw a man with with blood all over his hands, chest and his head. It was a man who took every pound the giant bell had to offer so it couldn't sound. It was Daddy... who made his promise.

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A young lady was waiting for her flight in the boarding room of a big airport. As she would need to wait many hours, she decided to buy a book to spend her time. She also bought a packet of cookies.

She sat down in an armchair, in the VIP of the airport, to rest and read in peace. Beside the armchair where the packet of cookies lay, a man sat down in the next seat, opened his magazine and started reading.

When she took out the first cookie, the man took one also. She felt irritated but said nothing. She just thought "What a nerve! If I was in the mood I would punch him for daring!"

For each cookie she took, the man took one too. This was infuriating her but she didn't want to cause a scene.

When only one cookie remained, she thought "ah... What will this abusive man do now?" Then, the man taking the last cookie, divided it into half, giving her one half. "Ah! That was too much!" she was much too angry now.

In a huff, she took her book, her things and stormed to the boarding place.

When she sat down in her seat, inside the plane, she looked into her purse to take her eyeglasses and to her surprise, her packet of cookies was there, untouched, unopened!

She felt so ashamed. She realzed that she was wrng. She had forgotten that her cookies were kept in her purse.

The man had divided his cookies with her, without feeling angered or bitter... while she had been very angry, thinking that she as dividing her cookies with him. And now there was no chance to explain herself nor to apologize.


There are four things that you cannot recover. (in my opinion they're hard to recover)

The stone after the throw.
The word after it's said.
The occasion after the loss.
The time after it's gone

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As I sat there in english class, I stared at the girl next to me. She was my so called 'best friend'. I stared at her long, silky hair, and wished she was mine. But she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. After class, she walked up to me and asked me for the notes she had missed the day before. I handed them to her. She said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.

11th grade, The phone rang. On the other end, it was her. She was in tears, mumbling on and on about how her love had broke her heart. She asked me to come over because she didn't want to be alone, so I did. As I sat next to her on the sofa, I stared at her soft eyes, wishing she was mine. After 2 hours, one Drew Barrymore movie, and three bags of chips, she decided to go to sleep. She looked at me, said 'thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I don't want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I dont know why.

Senior year, The day before prom she walked to my locker. "My date is sick" she said, has not gonna go" well, I didn't have a date, and in 7th grade, we made a promise that if neither of us had dates, we would go together-just as 'best friends'. So we did. Prom night, after everything was over, I was standing at her front door step. stared at her as she smiled at me and stared at me with her crystal eyes. I want her to be mine, but she doesn't think of me like that, and I know it.Then she said- "I had the best time, thanks!" and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

A day passed, then a week, then a month. Before I could blink, it was graduation day. I watched as her perfect body floated like an angel up on stage to get her diploma. I wanted her to be mine- but she didn't notice me like that, and I knew it. Before everyone went home, she came to me in her smock and hat, and cried as i hugged her. Then she lifted her head from my shoulder and said-'you're my best friend, thanks' and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and don't know why.

Now I sit in the pews of the church. That girl is getting married. That girl is getting married now. I watched her say 'i do' and drive off to her new life, married to another man. I wanted her to be mine, but she didn't see me like that, and I knew it. But before she drove away, she came to me and said 'you came!'. She said 'thanks' and kissed me on the cheek. I want to tell her, I want her to know that I dont want to be just friends, I love her but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why.

Years passed, I looked down at the coffin of a girl who used to be my 'best friend'. At the service, they read a diary entry she had wrote in her high school years. This is what it read:

"...I stare at him wishing he was mine; but he doesn't notice me like that, and I know it. I want to tell him, I want him to know that Idon't want to be just friends, I love him but I'm just too shy, and I don't know why. I wish he would tell me he loved me!...

'I wish I did too...' I thought to myself, and I cried.

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Jack took a long look at his speedometer before slowing down: 73 in a 55 zone... Fourth time in as many months. How could a guy get caught so often? When his car had slowed to 10 miles an hour, Jack pulled over, but only partially. Let the cop worry about the potential traffic hazard. Maybe some other car will tweak his backside with a mirror. The cop was stepping out of his car, the big pad in hand. Bob? Bob from church? Jack sunk farther into his trench coat. This was worse than the coming ticket. A Christian cop catching a guy from his own church. A guy who happened to be a little anxious to get home after a long day at the office. A guy he was about to play golf with tomorrow. Jumping out of the car, he approached a man he saw every Sunday, a man he'd never seen in uniform. "Hi, Bob. Fancy meeting you like this." "Hello, Jack." No smile. "Guess you caught me red-handed in a rush to see my wife and kids." "Yeah, I guess." Bob seemed uncertain. Good.

"I've seen some long days at the office lately. I'm afraid I bent the rules a bit - just this once." Jack toed at a pebble on the pavement. "Diane said something about roast beef and potatoes tonight. Know what I mean?" "I know what you mean. I also know that you have a reputation in our precinct."

Ouch! This was not going in the right direction. Time to change tactics. "What'd you clock me at?" "Seventy-one. Would you sit back in your car, please?" "Now wait a minute here, Bob. I checked as soon as I saw you. I was barely nudging 65." The lie seemed to come easier with every ticket. "Please, Jack, in the car." Flustered, Jack hunched himself through the still-open door. Slamming it shut, he stared at the dashboard. He was in no rush to open the window. The minutes ticked by. Bob scribbled away on the pad. Why hadn't he asked for a driver's license? Whatever the reason, it would be a month of Sundays before Jack ever sat near this cop again. A tap on the door jerked his head to the left. There was Bob, a folded paper in hand. Jack rolled down the window a bare two inches, just enough room for Bob to pass him the slip.

"Thanks." Jack could not quite keep the sneer out of his voice.

Bob returned to his car without a word. Jack watched his retreat in the mirror. Jack unfolded the sheet of paper. How much was this one going to cost? Wait a minute. What was this? Some kind of joke? Certainly not a ticket.

Jack began to read: "Dear Jack, Once upon a time I had a daughter. She was six when killed by a car. You guessed it - a speeding driver. A fine and three months in jail, and the man was free. Free to hug his daughters. All three of them. I only had one, and I'm going to have to wait until heaven before I can ever hug her again. A thousand times I've tried to forgive that man. A thousand times I thought I had. Maybe I did, but I need to do it again. Even now... Pray for me. And be careful. My son is all I have left.

Bob" Jack twisted around in time to see Bob's car pull away and head down the road. Jack watched until it disappeared. A full 15 minutes later, he, too, pulled away and drove slowly home, praying for forgiveness and hugging a surprised wife and kids when he arrived.

Life is precious. Handle with care.
Author Unknown

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Once upon a time, there was an island where all the feelings lived: Happiness, Sadness, Knowledge, and all of the others, including Love. One day it was announced to the feelings that the island would sink, so all constructed boats and left. Except for Love.

Love was the only one who stayed. Love wanted to hold out until the last possible moment.

When the island had almost sunk, Love decided to ask for help.

Richness was passing by Love in a grand boat. Love said,
"Richness, can you take me with you?"

Richness answered, "No, I can't. There is a lot of gold and silver in my boat. There is no place here for you."

Love decided to ask Vanity who was also passing by in a beautiful vessel. "Vanity, please help me!"
"I can't help you, Love. You are all wet and might damage my boat," Vanity answered.

Sadness was close by so Love asked, "Sadness, let me go with you."
"Oh... Love, I am so sad that I need to be by myself!"

Happiness passed by Love, too, but she was so happy that she did not even hear when Love called her.

Suddenly, there was a voice, "Come, Love, I will take you." It was an elder. So blessed and overjoyed, Love even forgot to ask the elder where they were going. When they arrived at dry land, the elder went her own way. Realizing how much was owed the elder,

Love asked Knowledge, another elder, "Who Helped me?"
"It was Time," Knowledge answered.
"Time?" asked Love. "But why did Time help me?"
Knowledge smiled with deep wisdom and answered, "Because only Time is capable of understanding how valuable Love is."

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