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Highly Commended Story - For You

“For You” by Oyunbileg, The English School of Mongolia, Mongolia, is the Highly Commended story in the senior category of the second biannual Short Story Contest 2018.

For You

Walking in the house with a full of attention, I was thinking about how to do not break these expensive souvenirs. There was a big space between the piano and the table, but I walked as though there was a 2cm gap, also worrying about to not to move the books on the table. I've never used to see these luxuries in my whole life.

"Are you walking, doctor?" asked Mr. Katchadorian.

"Yes, I am," I replied. I was watching the beautiful art picture on the wall then.

“Would you please wait for a while?” he asked.

I just nodded and said, "Of course".

There were only one armchair, book holder, and one piano. I sat in the big red armchair and took one book.

The BIG reason why am I in this BIG house is, I was walking to my home after work, and there were a group of people who were going to rob Mr. Katchadorian. So I saved him. No, I just helped him. I sighed and started reading the book.

The book narrated the story of a poor boy who was tortured by his step father. He couldn't bear his violence, so he escaped from his home one day. He had no food to eat, he had no place to stay & sleep. When he was looking for food in the street, he saw one thing. There was one family with a girl and a boy. Unfortunately, the girl's parents were being more kind to the boy and didn't even take a full care of the girl. It seemed really unfair to him. So from that day, he tries all his best for the FEMINISM"

I was nearly finishing the book, but someone knocked at the door. I looked back, and there was one girl at the door.

"I love that book. It is so heart touching. Did you finish reading it?" she started the conversation.

I replied, "There are few more pages to finish." While smiling a bit, she held my hand and said, "I'm Amelie," I said, "I'm Charles," while shaking hands.

We had a little conversation about our hobbies. She preferred to write. No, she's addicted. Every morning, when she wakes up, she grabs a note paper and pen, then writes whatever she feels. Whatever she sees. Whatever she does. I noticed that there was a flame of hope in her eyes while she was talking about literature.

While we were walking to the dining room, I couldn't stare at her beautiful eyes and her brown hair. From that day, I found myself falling in love with her. I had a nice feast with Katcadorian's family. I just felt like that I was a part of this family, all the family members were really nice to me, especially Mr.Katchadorian was thanking me all the time. But I was a bit shame. I was wearing my best costume I have; the blue silk costume I only had. Only. I was stifling. I felt ashamed that I was poor. I was pity and I was forlorn. I can't let her love me if I'm being just like this.

As the dinner ends, Mr. Katchadorion and Amilie walked me to the gate and said, "Thank you for coming to our dinner this night. We are very impressed that you accepted our request!" he said cheerfully. Before I left, Amilie gave me a book that I was reading, one fancy pen and said "Thank you", I replied to them "My pleasure," and left the house.

From that day, it's more accurate to say that I met real-me. I looked in the mirror, saw that innocent little boy, who can do nothing to himself and to his future neither. So I started challenging myself anything that helps me. Even though I can trade that book and pen to find money to buy my brothers some food, I didn't, because those things were my dream. Those things were my life. I was having a little interest in writing and reading novels. I started writing my short novels and poems. If it's not that good like I was imagining, I tore the paper and wrote again. Also, I worked a lot to feed my little brothers. Life was hard and I had no days of staying and resting at home. It doesn't matter that I am sick or ill. I had to work, I had to find money.


I had worked hard in many places, but I still read books even when I was busy. Amilie gave me inspiration. A huge inspiration that made me found myself sitting behind the desk, writing novels and poems. I had a lot of problems, but that wasn't quite enough reason to give up. I had one person for 10 years in my heart, who always cheers me up.

Now I am 25 years old & the richest young man in my city now. When I had nothing, people just talk to me like that I'm nothing. But now, those people are adulating. There are hundreds and millions of young & beautiful girls around me, and they want to marry me, but I have only one person in my heart, inside me.

Now I feel like that I can tell her that I love her.

I walked to her house and climbed up to her window.


One bright sunny day, my father brought a guy to home. At the first sight, he made me feel that he is the special one to me. Even though we spent 2-3 hours together, it felt like we spent only 2-3 minutes. I didn't want him to go. I wanted to stay with me. Is it that I love him or I hate him? I gave him my favorite book to remember me. Now I am wondering here that he already forgot me, or he is thinking about me.

I woke up in my bed and looked into the window. There was no sunlight. It was raining outside, just same as inside my body. My heart was crying like this rain. It's because of that it is my wedding today. I even don't know who my husband is. I have no idea about him. My father forced me to marry that sir. I know that I don’t want to, but I don’t want to make my dad feel sad. He did everything for me when I was young. He gave me everything of him, so I have no other choice. I wore my home sneakers and my dress.

Suddenly someone knocked on the window. I looked back, and there was the person who I was never expecting. Yes, it was him! Charles.

I ran to my window and opened it.

I asked "Why are you here? What are you doing here?" while my eyes were getting bigger and my heart was pondering faster & faster.

But he said nothing and kissed on my lips. He said “I know this is too late. But my heart, my mind will never late! My heart is beating for you always. Mr.Katchadorian invited me to your wedding. Best wishes to you!” and he went away. There were zillions of butterflies in my stomach and dancing in there.

But dad invited him to my wedding? No, that shouldn’t happen! I will follow my heart!!! I don’t want Charles to feel sad. I chose Charles!” I said to myself, and ran out of my house, to him.

He was walking toward the north. I ran fast as I can and finally stood next to him. He asked me what I was doing. I said nothing just kissed on his lips. He was shocked and staring at me. “You left me alone there, why? I asked. How can you see me marrying the person I even don’t know? And how can you think that I don’t love you?”

Charles smiled and I touched his cute big dimples. “I was sure that you love me most. That’s why I left you there,” he said.

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