There was a boy who lived in a cave. He did not know the kings who ruled the lands outside. He didn't know any of the folk tales in his village. All the boy did was read. He read books from all over the world, directly from a book importer. The sailor asked the boy to read all the books, and then translate them into the country's language. The boy did it with pleasure, he loved the sailor.
He read books about pirates, thieves, heroes, passionate ladies, and corrupt politicians. But he had never really seen any of them, and he didn't even plan to. The world was so dangerous for him, and although innocent he knew it.
One day, a woman appeared at the cave door. She came to the boy and said:
- Poor kid! Poor thing! What can I do to alleviate the suffering that passes through the old sailor's hands?
The boy looked at the woman confused and asked:
- Madame, do you know the old sailor? He gives me shelter, food, and books. He also teaches me many things.
This story is a psychological quiz: answer: a) the old sailor is a bad man b) everyone is crazy c) the priest and madam are crazy d) the boy is an idiot, he should listen to the others.
The next day a sailor who also worked in the port, besides the old sailor, knocked on the door. This time, the boy didn't open it. The sailor appealed:- Open the door, boy!But the boy only answered on the other side:- I will not open! You just want to get me out of here! When I don't even want to raise! If you have something to say, tell me!And so did the sailor. He sat in front of the door and started talking:- Your sailor is not from here boy. He comes from a land of barbarians. They refuse the words of God and kill without mercy. For this reason, they are deformed. They have completely destroyed their own lands and now seek to take that of others. LOOK AT THE SAILOR'S SKIN my boy. It is black as night, like everything that is bad, it is ugly. LOOK AT HIS HAIR my boy! They are also black like those who once came here and murdered many!The sailor sniffed and and said in a tearful voice:- One of the victims was my daughter, you
An Artist. . .Does Arts help humanity to evolve and survive?
Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: &n
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I love you. I know you would like more if I told you this in person. I do not blame you if you think writing an anonymous love letter is creepy. I am writing because whenever I tried to speak out the words would not come out.This is not one of those love confessions from the films and books. Mostly because I do not know what love is. I just can not say the diference betwen love, friendship or a crush. People say it is because I never was in love. But still you are a very important personnto me.I do not want to date you. I just wanted to let you know there is someone who admires you very much and that when this person sees your smile you make its day be the best day ever.I want to keep being your friend. Just a friend who likes you, and you know it.Strange.But I felt like it was wrong to keep it to myself. It would be like lying to you. Believe me, I lie a loot. But I do not want to lie to you. If I ever send you this letter I hope I do not regret writ
In fact, he's not a house cat. He looks more like a small cheetah. He wears a collar to please his love, the bear. But he is a wild serval. His grandfather was a Siamese cat. But if you dare to call him domestic, you'll end up learning because he's not the hard way. He's nobody special, but he always dreamed of being. For example he was never in a blind school, because in his mind he could do everything the others could. One day he said he wanted to be a detective at school. He rambled about the bravery of detectives with all his passion, in front of the entire class. When he was over, there was no applause, just silence, followed by a question from one of his friends (a seal of course, they love silly jokes): - Isn't it easier for a disabled pet to stay at home and take care of the kittis?- Everyone burst into laughter. He then realized that for others h
Upon a time, there was a very small and happy girl named Bia. She was adventurous, curious, kind, and lovely. She loved to go to the doctor. She ate all her vegetables as they were candy and never was mean to anyone. ( or so she thought) And she had a big kitten she took care of very well. But she was also not perfect. She had an incredibly big fear when she needed to go far from her house (the ship) because she thought she would get lost. She also hated to eat in restaurants or any place that was not her house because she always had a stomach ache afterward. She never liked kids or adults that she did not know for more than 3 months and was very rude to them. Also, she liked to plan everything. She would spend hours thinking about hypothetical scenarios. When something got out of the plan she became very anxious and could not do anything more. Every time one of those things happened, she had a very strong stomach ache and her mother h
Do you ever start rumbling alone about yourself?I do, a lot.It usually goes something like this:I am not special, just an average person living a life like all others, with struggles and strikes, ups and downs.That is what you tell yourself every day.Be it to push your inflate ego down or to make you feel less like a freak.We always tend to push down the "I am special feeling" because we fear retaliation from our society.It is understandable, the Special title really drew a lot of attention, especially unwanted attention.But that is what makes it a so shiny title.Everyone wants to be special.Because highly gifted, successful people, and celebrities are specials.We sometimes forget that everyone is special because everyone is unique.We also forget that people with disabilities and criminals are also special.We see only what we want and ignore the rest, so is human nature.
Giant, is a word commonly used to describe someone very big. Today, it is a synonym for a person who has achieved something big.The so-called "geniuses", " truly hard workers" or simply the ones who got lucky.Everyone has their picture of those powerful persons.I, always imagined those rich kids who speak 4 languages, play many instruments, never had a red note, and so on.As any other kid, I aspired to become like that, I gave my best and achieved most of those.But when you come to a "first world country" the picture change completely.At once, to know 4 languages, to play an instrument, to be able to swim, ride a car... are just the minimum necessary!Yes, necessary as in obligatory.All those kids have parents who can send them to University and support them in whatever they want.All those kids have visited entire Europe at some point in their lives.And they don't have an idea of how lucky they are.
Can I write a Cute high school romance? Lets try...Not many years ago, in your typical high school environment, a girl named Alex fell in love with a girl called Zuri .Unfortunately, Alex had no gutts or whatsoever to confess it even for herself. The only thought of saying it would make her heart jump out of her chest.She did say many things to herself like:What is love? If I do not know what it is, I can't be in love.Why is my heart racing? Have I got anxiety problems now?If I like her? Well, yeah, she is pretty cool, but... That was it... I think...Anyway, as in any good story, your scared cat worked very hard to overcome her limits.Years passed by.First, she managed to not growl to every stranger who approached her first.Them she became their friends and learned that she was quite good at speaking for many hours straight.After some time she even got the courage to approach people first and sta
Story written with a randomly generated story as the base.Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry.He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the dark and thin figure of Street Cat. Cat was a gracious demon with a dirty snout and skinny pawns.Dog gulped and hide his sausage in his secret place. Fear and hunger had thought him always to be cautious. Hiding a mere cold sausage, what have I become? He thinks to himself. He glanced at his reflection outside the cardboard box. He had once been an admirable, gold Retriever with a long snout. His on
It was a wonderful day! -Please... It was raining! But that was a very beautiful city. -They were ruins. Just a bunch of stones. Well, the food was delicious, you can't deny it. - I am still hungry. . . Stop interrupting me! -you started it. This was the best day of my life. - The worst I would say. Why? - Are you really asking? You know I hate travels. Then why did you came along? - I didn't "came" all the way. You dragged me until here. Really? I don't remember doing such a thing! - Yes, you did. You said, " If you really love me, you have to come!" And here am I. Do you love me so much? - Of course. Me too! -I already know, can we go home now? Well, for someone who is in love with me, you are really a party Popper! -Look who is saying! In your only holiday together, you want us to go to Greece? And where do
Once upon a time, a feeble boy lived in the streets of a huge city.To eat, he worked doing favors for slaves who would give him food in the place of money.To sleep in the cold nights, he would search for nearby farms who let the doors opens and snuggle up among the animals.He did not remember his mother or father faces, the only thing he thought about where food, shelter and water.One day saw a very scary woman beating a slave, just a normal day, he thought.But them, the old woman, she fainted still with the beating stick in her hand.The slave flee for his life.The boy stared the old woman, and the woman remained laid down in the dirty street.The boy did not know what "help" was, nobody never helped him because he was something poorer than a commoner, a street orphan.And the woman on the floor was no different, an old woman dying.Nobody would help her, it would be even better if a bad woman like her just stayed there forever.The boy kept staring.He remembered how he dislik
The first volume of Strange Short Stories is now available on as an ebook and physical book! Why should I buy it if I can read for free here? -The book has an extra chapter and illustrations that are not available on other platforms. The book contains corrected and improved versions of all the stories, leading to a whole new reading experience! (I'm sorry to leave you with the old version, but I preferred not to get rid of the originals!) Overall, reading the physical version of a book is always a more rewarding and comfortable experience. With that in mind I decided to publish the physical version of the book for those who feel that way too. Unfortunately, paper and ink are expensive. Anyway, hope you enjoy my work. By buying the physical book, you will be helping me finish the second volume faster!
Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders.They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant.They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year.There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.Even so, in the beautiful small hut where the elders lived, you could smell a faint of sadness. They were old, but had no one to look after them. Every day they wok up very early to go to the fields to work till night fall. It became harder and harder, and the couple feel more and more lonely.Every day they would go to the village temple to pray. The pray was always the same." Please, let us have a bit of sunshine, in the form of a beautiful small person, who we can call our child."The problem was, there w
Now let's speak about hidden treasures and pirates.For Bia, her parents were. . .Traders of a different type, but there was a time, when her thoughts on her family business changed completely.Let's tell a story to make the explanation easier.It all started with a desperate:-I swear! I don't have any money on me now! -Bia's parents cast a disgusted look at the moribund pirate.The pirate gives a poor look at the Bia that hides behind the legs of his parents, trying to earn pity. From her protected place, she had the courage to ask:-So why did you buy from us and say you'll pay later?-They took everything I had! They killed my men. Only I managed to escape. Little, you have no idea about how cruel the navy is.-Bia's father picks her up and tells the pirate:-It's the first day we've taken her together, couldn't you set a better example?- As he finishes the sentence, he draws the sword with his free hand and