Gentlemen and Ladies welcome to a world that apparently is very similar to yours. Here we have all the big cities and all the big states too. But we also have some things more, and it is not the dragons, vampires and werewolves you are thinking about.
I am talking about the oddly things.
Boys that never grow, invisible men, and cats in boots. You know which place all those figures appears. Welcome to fairy tales world, this is the antics of Bia's crew.
Bia looks like any other girl in the world. Actually, she is too like any girl in the world.
That's because her parents are too like any ordinary parents. They are so ordinary that if there were a crowded place, you would never find them. Bia's parents like it because it helps them to do their "job". But Bia never liked not being recognized. Because of that she always wears a big red head tie. She very lively and smiley and never really suffered from anything. She was poor but
He's sitting at the bar. Still dressed from work. Leaning on his arm as if he had no strength left. His eyes are drooping. Age wrinkles reinforce your depressed features. Big bags under his eyes.He doesn't remember the last time he got a good night's sleep. And rightly so, his world was slowly falling apart.When did everything start to fall apart? He asks.Since always. He answers.He remembers when he was young and careless. Of the sins he committed and how arrogant and closed the truth was. If he refused to accept reality, he had his own interpretation of it and she was always right. But he was well living that way because it didn't matter how hard he is, the girl he loved would always be by his side.Everything changed when he had his daughter. She gave a new light to his world. She made him experience things that he had never thought possible before. She was stubborn and dreamy. And as she was hard work, she was idealistic and unrealistic. Always wan
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
With this book, Bia first learned about her parent's history.She would spend hours in the afternoon lying on the wooden floor of her room on the boat just reading the book.It was a huge book made entirely of dark leather. There was nothing on the cover, just the leather, so that a thief would not think it was valuable. But if you dared to open the book the first words you would read were "treasure book".The first time Bia opened the book she did not know what treasure means so she did not got from the first page before letting the book aside and going back to play.The second time she opened the book, it was just because she was very bored. But as she already knew what a treasure was, it had become the most interesting book she ever read.The first page contained a list of rulesBia already knew even before she could read.Before I said what they are, there is this interesting story about it:When B
First, I need to tell you about how it was actually written in the treasure book because it will be very different from how I will tell you the story.The next pages were written all a sequence of information:A nameA dateA placeA sum of moneyA noteThe treasure book was used to register the loot of every person in the crew. There were also conflicts, deaths, riots and things like shi
A family of very humble magicians. They helped noble warriors and heroes, but they never charged anything. Well, they believed they would always be rewarded. For this reason, they lived in a very humble condition, even though they were mighty magicians. The magician couple's children were three. None of them wanted to follow the wizard's path, as they assumed they would be miserable like their parents. The older one was Igor, he was intelligent but sometimes too bold. He had black long hair and already had a small beard. The second one was Allan, he was aromatic, energetic, and I trusted people effortlessly. He was very similar to his older brother, but had medium hair and no beard. The last one was Gawain. He was a copy of his older brothers, with short hair and a baby face. He was very cautious and slow, but because of that, I always got leftovers Later, when the boys' mother had long since perished, and the father was extremely ill, the children decided to
Gawain and Ivan traveled every night till the sun rose. They would search for a place with food and water and sleep in the open all day.They had enough money to buy food and shelter for five days, but Igor was getting homesick already in the second day.Before, when he traveled with his brothers, he felt like he belonged somewhere. Now, it was just him and Ivan, alone in the vast worldwide.His cowardly part was always trying to convince him to give up and go to town with his brothers. But the fearless part he'd grown up with during the journey kept him focused on his goal, he was conscientious of being Gawain, the most cowardly son of the great dastardly wizard. Ivan was a great company, he protected Gawain not only from beasts and outlaws, but also from the loneliness.At the end of the third day, Gawain and Ivan arrived in a very dark forest.You could only distinguish the branches of the first trees that started the forest.It was as if
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