Once I was pink.
Some days I was green.
Some other days I was blue.
All of them were me.
It’s the same battle everyday.
The same old battle the soul and the mind had to go through.
Sometimes the soul won.
Some other times the mind won.
Whoever won, it was still me.
Photography by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration and Story by: Angela Oscario
Musha musha musha musharoom.
The mushroom field was covered with magic spell.
The little fairies could not fly or spell their magic words there.
Oh, what should Twinkle do.
She need a new mushroom house.
Her old home was eaten by ants.
Twinkle didn’t run out of ideas.
She called her friend, the Brave Bear.
They borrowed a plane toy,
and without any fear the bear got her a new comfortable mushouse.
Photograph by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration & story by: Angela Oscario
She has everything, even a little planet.
She should be happy.
And yes, she is happy.
But sometimes she wonders what would it feels to live somewhere out there.
Yet, she doesn’t have the courage to leave everything behind.
So frequently she just sits up above the hill, and stares at the stars.
“Hi!” she said.
Only the silence answered her.
No one would tell her what waits for her in the outside world.
Felt needle craft, illustration, and story by: Angela Oscario
Sleepy always feels sleepy.
She sleeps on the flower.
She sleeps in the tea-pot.
She sleeps behind your ear.
“Wake up. Wake up, Sleepy.
The tea party in the moon has been starting,” said Dreamy.
But Sleepy could hardly open her eyes.
“One minute,” she said.
Dreamy waited for one minute.
“One more minute, please.”
Dreamy had no more patience.
“Have a nice dream,” whispered Dreamy.
And yes, Sleepy smiled in her sleep.
She dreamed about a nice tea party in the moon.
Photograph by: Agnes Paulina | Illustration by: Angela Oscario | Story by: Angela Oscario