Novelnook’s Newest Blogger – Tuan Ho

tuanhogoodreadsprofilepicHi everyone!

My name is Tuan (pronounced as ‘two-one’ but you say it in one quick syllable) and I’m a new blogger here at Novelnook. I’ve been writing short stories since I was sixteen and I’m currently in the process of writing my debut novel that will hopefully earn me millions so I can shelter the homeless, feed the hungry, and fund every charitable organization on this planet. I’ll also set aside some money to buy a few jetpacks and hovercrafts and even a high-tech robot to do household chores.

WHY I JOINED NOVELNOOK

As a published author, I’m always on the lookout for articles and information on the Internet that inspires me to keep writing every single day. Author interviews, motivational posts, and great writing tips are what you can expect from me. I’ll also be contributing a “do’s and dont’s” article from a professional editor who will help make your writing tighter and better. Look out for that soon. So I’ll basically be here to help inspire writers to keep developing their masterpiece so they can publish it on Novelnook and enjoy the fabulous 100% royalty rate. :)

WRITING IS MY PASSION AND EXPERIENCING LIFE FUELS MY PASSION

Over the next few weeks, I’m going to share three true and personal stories that are sad, surreal, and full of joy. By sharing these unique moments in my life, I hope it’ll stimulate anyone reading this to jump onto a glorious path where the power of words and the magic of storytelling is cherished and admired for an eternity.

I’ll begin with a very sad but true story that happened a few years ago.

THE STORY OF A DOG AND A CAR AT FIVE MINUTES PAST MIDNIGHT

I had just finished helping my cousin fix his computer and it was time to go home. My house was not far down the street—it was roughly a ninety second car ride away—but I had not driven my precious orange Toyota Camry that night. Instead, I rode my overpriced mountain bike.

I jumped on the bike and started cycling home on the sidewalk. It was a dark and gloomy night. The lights above only illuminated the area below them, so there were long stretches of my short journey home that was in pitch black. I couldn’t see anything except the streetlamps I passed under every twenty seconds.

As I got closer to home, I could hear a pack of dogs somewhere up ahead. It must’ve been the stray dogs that lived around my area. They roamed at night, looking for scraps of food. I could hear them chewing and barking, but I couldn’t see them. I kept riding and could now faintly see the dogs feeding on something on the sidewalk. There were four of them. Sometimes in life, you find yourself precisely at the right moment—this was one of them.

The dogs heard me approaching and as a precaution, instantly bolted in all different directions. Two dogs ran in the opposite direction of me, one dog ran to the edge of the road and waited while the fourth dog ran straight onto the road where it came face-to-face with a two-ton car. The driver slammed the brakes. It was too late. The screech of the brakes was followed by a thud. The other dogs barked from afar. They knew what had just occurred.

The driver got out of the car to inspect the damage on her car. She gasped as she looked over at the injured dog. The dog wailed as it lay on the ground motionless while the driver pulled out her cell phone to dial some numbers.

After about a minute, the driver ended the call, got back inside her car and slowly drove off. I remained there on the sidewalk, frozen and frightened by what I was hearing. If I hadn’t known, I would’ve assumed a careless human being had left their newborn child in the middle of the road. It was puzzling to hear the cries of a dying dog sound so much like a human baby.

There was nothing I could do in a state of shock and I had seen too much for one night so I continued riding home. The dog’s wailing got quieter as I rode across the street and into the driveway of my home.

I unlocked the door of my house and stood there. The night was now silent and the dog was suffering no more.

THE EVENT STILL HAUNTS ME

If I had ridden even a tiny bit slower—the dogs would’ve heard me a few seconds later—the car would already have passed—and perhaps that dog would still be alive today?

Some months ago, I sat inside my car and watched the sun fall beautifully below the horizon. I wondered what the dog would be doing at this moment if he/she was still alive today. I wondered where its soul now resided. Had it reincarnated? If so, had it come back as a dog, ant, dolphin or even a human? A hundred different thoughts raced through my mind but then a thought popped into my mind.

Wherever the dog may be today, I was determined to write about its last moments, whether it be in a novel, a short story or a 140 character tweet.

But for now, this blog post will do.

MESSAGE TO THE DOG

If you’re reading this, I want to apologize for being in that precise spot to accidentally cause and witness your final minutes on this planet. Your death in that moment of darkness has illuminated the core of my being to truly cherish every moment of life.

So for that, I can only say one thing—thank you.

FUTURE POSTS FROM ME

Next week, I’ll be sharing another true personal story that’s so incredibly surreal. It involves James Bond himself—Sean Connery, an elevator, a supermarket and two tall Scottish men. Let’s leave it at that. And the week after, I’ll be sharing my final personal success story that brought me a lot of joy and will hopefully do the same for all writers out there.

Thanks for reading everyone. Have a great week!

You can follow me on Twitter at @Tuan_Ho444

Until next time, something wonderful awaits!

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