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After a long day of limping through the city asking for some change, he came back home counting how much he had collected that day, with a bottle of Jack under his right arm and a terrible pain in his legs for faking his limping all day.
The Scarecrow spent all his days firmly fixed in the middle of the crop fields, afraid that someday the crows would discover his secret, and decided to attack the crop fields instead of just watching them from the distant trees; because the Scarecrow knew, that if the crows changed their mind, they would eat all the crops, because he would not be able to do anything to prevent nor defend the fields from the crows attack.
"Just before going to sleep, all those blurry images come to my mind, confusing me, I don't know whether they are dreams or lost memories; but they're always the same: my hands spilled with blood, doctors tying me up to a chair, a switch and a flashing light... And every time I try to clear those images in my head I feel sick and drained, so I've stopped trying and have learned how to ignore them, nevertheless, I really would like no know more about my past.
In our last family vacation we went to the old-fashioned, country house of my grandpa, there was an old-fashioned clock, an old-fashioned tv, an old-fashioned portrait of our family, an old-fashioned kitchen, several old-fashioned rooms, and of course, my grandpa was also there; and he scolded me when he saw me playing with my laptop, because, according to him, the real games were meant to be play in the nature and with real people.
He found a ring with a warning note about it being cursed in a little black box in the park, but fascinated with the beauty of the ring, he didn't pay attention to the warning note, and put the ring in his index finger, murmuring how credulous people may be.
Since that day, a series of unfortunate events ruined his life: he got divorced, lost his job, his parents died, was diagnosed with cancer, went bankrupt, his house fired...
Now, the ring lies at the bottom of the ocean.
When he was a child, the inventor of the first time machine was visited by the future version of himself, whom warned him about not to spend all his time in creating a time machine, but to find a way to escape from the planet earth instead, because in the future everything was chaotic, humans were hunting and eating each other, the water supplements had run out, all the forest had been deforest, also...
But the future version of the ex-inventor of the first time machine hadn't finished his warning lecture, when he drop dead on the floor, and vanished in a flashing light a few seconds later.
... 5 ... A drop of sweat is running down my forehead.
... 4 ... Time is running out.
... 3 ... Hang in there...
... 2 ... Get, ready...
... 1... NOW!!!
1 ..........................
And I saved the world from the noise pollution that the microwave oven would've made to announce that my ramen was ready.
Elise was very excited because she had finished her work early, so she run to her house to set a surprise for her husband, whom she found in their bed, naked, between the legs of her own sister; unnoticed and full of rage, Elise ran to the greenhouse and break the protective glass of that red ax which was meant to be use only in emergencies.
To protect herself from love, the Princess hide her heart in the deepest part of the forest, where it grew as a savage, killing and eating all the gentlemen brave enough who had tried to allure and tame it.
One day, a young lady who was wondering in the forest, accidentally found the wild heart of the Princess, and with the caring love and soft touch that only a woman could have, she successfully tamed the heart, and came back to her village with the heart of the Princess under her domain; so the Princess fell madly in love with the young lady, and soon enough the village was ruled by two beautiful Queens, but when the peasants and countrymen heard what had happened, they took over the castle of the Two Queens and burned them alive for reasons they could not understand nor much less accept.
365 Microfictions, Flash Fictions, Micro-Stories and Short Stories written by Sir Helder Amos Copyright © 2011 -- Template created by O Pregador -- Powered by Blogger Templates
