447 - Love on a park's bench.

A: "I love coming to the park when its full of people..."
B: "I hate coming to the park when its full of people..."
A: "Listening to the kid's laugh, see the people exercise and jog pass me..."
B: "Listening to the screams of the lousy brats, see all those fat people trying to lose weight after they've been eating like a pig..."
A: "And what I love the most about coming to the park when its full of people is sitting by your side and hear you complain about every little thing you see."
B: "And what I hate most about coming to the park when its full of people is that you are distracted by every little thing you see when I want you all for me."

The end.

Published on March 26th, 2012.

446 - Gone with the water.

When he came out of the shower after a long and hard day at work; he felt his body fresh and relaxed, and his mind clear and uncluttered.

The end.

Published on March 26th, 2012.

445 - Sings of a upcoming death.

Before the plane took off, he thought he had seen, through the circular window of the plane, a tall, skinny, shadow waving its bony hand, as if it were saying good-bye; but he didn't gave it a thought, and started to read some magazines to enjoy his flight.

Once the plane took off, he stopped reading to look through the window again, and this time, he noticed that the clouds were shaped as a skull, and a little bit intrigued he continued reading to not let bad thoughts invade his mind.

Then he heard the announce of the captain informing the crew that the plane was about to arrive to its destination, and he looked trough the window again, and sighed feeling relief; but this time his breath had tarnished the glass and formed a screaming skull with the mist, he thought that his imagination was playing a distasteful trick on him, and wiped the glass immediately to erase the image from his mind; but when he finished wiping the glass, he just had time to see through the window the fire that had started on the wing of the plane before the motor and the whole plane exploded.

The end.

Published on March 24th, 2012.

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.

Published on March 23rd, 2012.

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.

Published on March 22nd, 2012.

442 - Through the window of the soul.

I could see the fear in my enemy's eyes as I aimed his head with my revolver, and I wondered if he could see in my eyes the fear I was feeling of pulling the trigger.

The end.

Published on March 21st, 2012.

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.

Published on March 20th, 2012.

440 - The search for the magic wand.

The wizard was wondering in the enchanted forest, waving in the air the sticks he took apart from the branches of the three on his path.

The end.

Published on March 19th, 2012.

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.

Published on March 18th, 2012.

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.

Published on March 17th, 2012.