Daniel was a 13 year old an unusual boy, because at such young age he already made the difference being nice and gentle to everyone he met; but since he was so nice and gentle, people started to doubt about his real intentions, so they spread rumors about Daniel being a two-face hypocrite, so everyone turned its back to him and started to reject Daniel every time he did something nice for some else.
Daniel realized what was happening around him, and very disappointed, he turned all his kindness into evil, leaving all his good deeds behind to become what people expected him to be, a two-face hypocrite; but as soon as Daniel changed his attitude, all the rumors about him disappeared in the thin air, and everybody started to treat him like a regular person again.
Sunday, March 10, 2013
263 - Daniel's story.
Saturday, March 9, 2013
262 - The doctor.
After suggesting all his patients to quit any bad habit they would have, he ran to the nearest bar to feed his own bad habits up.
Friday, March 8, 2013
261 - The fisherman and the fish.
Once upon a time there was a fisherman who went fishing everyday by the side of the river; but every time a fish bit the bait he pulled it out of the water, weighted & sized it and then he set them free back in the river.
In one summer day, the fisherman had caught six fishes in less than an hour, and curiously they have weighted and sized the same; but when the seventh fish bit the bait, it came out of the water screaming:
"DON'T PUT ME BACK IN THE WATER, PLEASE! DON'T PUT ME BACK IN THE WATER!"
The fisherman, shock by the talking fish, kept him hanging in the air, while it swung from one side to the other.
"PLEASE! DON'T PUT ME BACK IN THE WATER!"
"But if I do what you say, you'll die!" said the fisherman.
"I want to die! Winter is coming, the river will froze, I am going to die anyways."
"But, but I'm not a murderer, I don't want to kill you!"
"But I want to die!! Why else do you think I've bitten you bait so many times?"
"Of course! Everything makes sense now, it seemed so strange to me that I had caught so many fishes in one hour and all of them with the same weight and size, but they weren't many fishes, it was only you; you, trying to use my bait as a way to escape from your future death; you, using my bait to commit suicide, just like a human would do it by hanging himself off the roof of his house; you, taking advantage of me; but I'm sorry, I won't let you die, so go find someone else, I'm putting you back in the water."
But by the time the fisherman stopped talking, the fish had already died.
Thursday, March 7, 2013
260 - The black angel.
We had lost the control of the wheel, and the car was heading straight to the cliff, I unsuccessfully tried to push the breaks, but as the car didn't stop I jumped out of it, but when I did it, it was too late, we had already fallen off the cliff.
As I was falling, I saw a shadow come to me from the sky, and as it came closer to me I noticed it was an skeleton lined with a thin black skin and with two black feathers wings, it was death, and it was coming for me.
Death tried to grab me and take me with it, but I wasn't let it take me away that easily, so I fought with it for my life, or at least that was what I thought at that moment, so between punched and kicks I slipped away death bony arms and saw it go away.
Then I looked down and I realized I was about to hit the bottom of the cliff, and there, a tall blonde women with fully red lips and blue eyes was standing and waiting for me with her arms wide open.
Wednesday, March 6, 2013
259 - What you did the last summer.
While he was listening to the first class of the new school term, worrying thoughts invaded his mind, he hadn't erased the internet browsing history of his computer.
Tuesday, March 5, 2013
258 - The last dance.
When the record-player played the music, she stood up from her armchair and started to dance with each and everyone of the ghost of her past loves in the solitude of her study.
Monday, March 4, 2013
257 - The race of the flames.
In the meadow, the flames were racing at full speed, the first one to reach the woods would be the winner and would become King of Flames; luckily, all the flames lost the race, because the firefighters arrived just in time to prevent the biggest wildfire of all times.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
256 - Friday the 13th.
The unluckiest man of the world was afraid of this day to come, because if he already had bad luck in a regular basis, he didn't want to imagine what would happen to him in a Friday the 13th, so he tried to keep all the black cats away from him, not to break any mirror glass and nor to step on any crack.
That day, the roles swap, and instead of having bad luck, the unluckiest man of the world had a lucky day for the first time in his life, so he got a promotion on his job, scheduled a date with a pretty girl and he even found random money on the street.
But as soon as the Friday the 13th ended, and Saturday the 14th arrived, everything went back to normal, and the company where the unluckiest man of the world worked, bankrupted; the pretty girl never arrived to their date; and the money he had found, was false, so he ended behind the bars, paying for a crime he hadn't committed.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
255 - Plastic surgery.
"Doctor, I wanna be pretty, that's why I've come here, because I want you to make me a Liposuction, a nose job, a boob job, and I also want you to stir my skin so I don't have wrinkles anymore."
"I can easily do all you've asked for, lady, but I am very sorry to tell you that after all those surgeries, you'll still be ugly."
"But, why? What are you talking about, doc? If you did all I ask for, I'll have a perfect body! I'll be prettiest girl in the world!"
"I'm sorry, lady, but the only surgery you need to be pretty is a Lobotomy."
Friday, March 1, 2013
254 - The last days of Cupid.
I found a very peculiar hobo in the streets of NYC, he had a pair of plucked wings, was wearing diapers and was holding in his hands a bow and a piece of paper that had written on it "Love is over, unemployed" and before such sad situation, I approached the guy and dropped some change I had in my pockets in the hat he had in front of him, and as I did so, he looked at me, surprised by the act of charity I had just made, and told me:
"Love soon will come to your life"
"Thank you very much for your wishes, sir" I said "but my heart has been broken so many times that I no longer believe in that what you call love."
And when I spoke those horrible words, I saw the hobo die in front of me, victim of an heart attack.
