Wednesday, January 29, 2014

444 - The butcher.

He walked around town, wearing his typical white apron filled with blood stains, and telling everyone who crossed in his path how worried he was about the new serial killer that was lurking their little town, so no one would suspect of him.

The end.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

443 - A good book.

A good book breaks all the dimensional boundaries and transport you to  a new world, making you lost track of time and forget about your chores, worries and sadness, absorbing your mind, soul and body.

The end.

Thursday, January 16, 2014

Wednesday, January 15, 2014

441 - The black-out.

The writer was sitting in the darkness of his study, waiting for the power to come back, so that turned-off lightbulb over his head would come to live for him to finish writing his novel.

The end.

Thursday, January 9, 2014

439 - The trace.

Sitting next to the window, he noticed that the trace the drops of rain left when they crash and roll down the cold and humid glass, were just like the trace his tears left when they roll down his cheeks.

The end.

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

438 - Midnight trip.

"Yesterday I went to Giza, what a pretty an interesting city it is, its culture, its food, everything about it is so cool. It left me speechless."
"And the pyramids, did you see them?"
"No, I didn't have time, I woke up before getting there."

The end.