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All of them who knows my condition despise me and look at me with disgust, everyone avoid touching me and talk to me as if I were to contaminate them that easily, no, that's not easy, but I've had enough of everyone despising me, so from now on, I don't care, I'll go out wearing my best clothes and I'll make others go through the hell I'm living.
After we'd been talking for a few minutes, she told me that I was addressing to her with a mistaken name, and I, ashamed, apologized. We continued talking a little bit more, and again I called her by a mistaken name, which pissed her off and made her walk away. Nowadays I'm still ashamed for what happened that day; but I'm even more ashamed of the fact that I still can't remember her real name.
There was the Teddy Bear in the corner of the cradle, ready to make his attack, sure that no one, ever, will suspect of him because he was so cute and hug-able.
A:"I think this painting represents the big depression we all go trough when we feel we lose ourselves."
B:"No, for me, in the other hand, I think that what the artist wanted to express with this piece of art is that even though we change and grow as humans being we're still the same in the inside."
A:"Are you out of your mind? Look at those dark colors, with that shinnies ones, they only mean depression..."
B:"No, look! Here comes the artist, let's us ask him."
And when they both told the artist their theories about his painting, he was shocked to see all the things people could thing of that useless piece of canvas he used to clean his brushes with.
To the witch, the pregnancy was the worst thing that had happened to her, the nausea, the extra kilos, the hormonal changes that always made her cry and laugh out of the sudden...
Therefore, for her, the only one to blame for her condition was the man who had fecundated her, so, to get her revenge, she cursed him and transformed him into a Sea-Horse so he would go through all the suffering she was going through during the pregnancy.
The man was shocked, he couldn't believe what his eyes were looking at, it couldn't be... it was biologically impossible; but, still, in his trembling hands, he was holding the results of the pregnancy test... He? Pregnant?
The monkey sat, tired, in front of the mirror, he had just came back from his practice of Walk Upright, and he saw, hopeful, the small replica of the Vitruvian Man he had attached to the superior left corner of his mirror; soon he we'll be like him, soon...
"Darling, when are you going to call your lawyer to sing the prenup?" She asked her fiancé.
"Uh? What? What prenup?"
"The prenup, darling, I want you to make one for me to sign, because I don't want anyone to think that I'm marrying you for your money."
"What are you saying honey??!! I love you, and I trust you, I won't make you sign any prenup!"
"But, darling, I..."
"No, no, no, I told you I don't want you to sign anything, so end of the conversation."
"OK, darling, I won't insist, I love you!" She said while she gave him a kiss on his cheek with a malicious smile on her face.
A long time ago, to find a husband for the Princess, the King invited all the nobleman between 23 and 25 years to his castle and organized a big hide and seek game; where all the nobleman should close their eyes and count to 100, to give time to the Princess to hide, therefore they would have to go find her, and the one who did it, would become her fiancee; but since the Princess didn't want to marry any of those guys, she hide herself so well that no one could find her; and to today's date they haven't found her yet, so most of the people of the town believe that that big hide and seek game wasn't real but just a story their ancestors had made up to tell the children of the town.
All the men of the town knew the secret under the robe of the priest's daughter, because all of them had been a victim of her charms and had fallen into the claws of such a 'diabolic woman' as they called her.
The priest's daughter was very peculiar, she liked to play; but at the same time she defended her beliefs, and that's why all the men of the town had been ashamed by her, because when they took her to bed, and pull up her robe, they'd find a silver chastity belt and before they could say or do anything about it, she would start screaming:
"Sinner! You will burn in hell, sinner, for trying to take advantage of someone as pure as me!"
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
