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"And remember guys" said the artist to his students "in the theater, it is easier to play the roles of happy people, because the human being, when is sad, it is used to hide his sadness and pretend to be happy to keep the appearances; therefore, playing roles of sad people is harder, because when the human being is happy, it is not used to hide it, but to do otherwise and tell everyone about it."
When he finally could get out of the pit he had lived all his life, the daylight blinded him for a brief moment; and in that brief moment, his captor realized that he had climbed his way out, and ran to push him back to the cold and dark pit again.
"Common kitty!" said the curious boy, carrying his cat in his arm and going down the basement of the abandoned house, from which only one came back alive.
He dropped, disgusted, the sword with which he had pierced the chest of his enemy, and leaving him half-dead in floor, turned his back to him and walked back to his carriage.
"Sir, your sword!" said his second.
"That sword is useless" he said proudly "because it is now stained with the blood of that mongrel; tomorrow I'l get another one."
When he, who didn't know how to swim, fell into the deepest part of the pool, remembered that in those kind of situations, one must keep calm, therefore little by little, he sank and sank until he reached bottom of the pool, and there, he couldn't keep his breath any longer and died drowned.
And nobody in the pool noticed what had happened until his cold and inert body, came floating to the surface of the pool.
The Princess was coming down, running, the stairs of the castle, she was very excited for the arrival of the Prince who would be her fiancé; but when she saw him coming through the big doors of the hall, she stopped right where she was, turned around, climbed the stairs back as fast or even faster than how she was coming down of them, and locked herself in her chamber in the highest tower of the castle, from where one could hear her say between sobs:
"I rather kiss a frog! I rather kiss a frog!"
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"A!" cried the guilty man.
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He stood up between the debris and looked around, the storm had ceased, but instead of feeling calmed, what he felt, was desperation, when he saw that everything was destroyed.
"I should totally have a reality" he told himself after something very unusual and funny had happened to him, without knowing, that in a planet of a far away galaxy, an alien was rolling in the floor laughing after seeing what had just happened to him.
I was riding a foal who was running unstoppable to the finish line, when I remembered, how in my days of youth I went out for a ride through the meadow till I reached the orchard, where I used to pick a flower of a delicious smell, I stopped there to watch the clouds and pet my horse; I also remembered that when I got back to the city I used to trow a coin in the main square's fountain, where I always found a lady of yellow skin like a quince, to whom I always said hi taking my hat off; but she, she always ignored me, because I have never appeared on the newspaper, and that was the kind of men she liked, those who have been to great theaters and that were famous, because she wanted to live big, in a building as high as the sky; but then, I came back to the reality when I heard the public claiming my name, because I had won the race, then they took me a photo which would be in the first page of the newspaper of tomorrow, and I wonder if that lady would remember when she saw my face in the newspaper of tomorrow.
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
