She always imagined her sweetheart saving her in a white horse, she always imagined him kissing her and taking her to a far away place where they could live happily ever after; but she was still in her office, waiting for him...
Sunday, September 30, 2012
102 - Romeo.
Saturday, September 29, 2012
101 - Blots of ink.
He enjoyed drawing dogs with his leaky old pen. and one day he drew 101 dogs having a fantastic adventure.
Friday, September 28, 2012
100 - The writer.
The writer drowns his emotions, sufferings and joys in words; that's why he enjoys so much writing Micro-fiction.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
099 - Death.
"Are you afraid of me?" whispered Death to her ear, caressing her pink cheeks with its bony fingers and playing with her hair using its scythe.
"No, why would I be afraid of you if I am already dead?"
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
098 - A happy ending.
He used to believe that life was like a movie and that everybody at some point of their life would found a happy ending; but what he didn't know was that since he had always been so weird and different, his movie was one of those few in which everybody came out of the cinema with tears in their eyes.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
097 - The bull's horns.
They have always told him that he should grab the bull by its horns, but how can he grab the horns of something he couldn't see? Because to him, his bull was the shadows of his fears, his past love, his dreams and his desires.
Monday, September 24, 2012
096 - The train-tracks.
He never doubted about whether if he had made the right choices in his life or not, because although he wasn't in charge of his life decisions, he always knew he was in the right track, since he fulfilled his life purpose, which was all that he cared about, transporting people from one side to the country to the other and making kids smile with every single one of his "Choo, choo!"
Sunday, September 23, 2012
095 - The mind maze.
Ideas run from one side to the other looking for a way out of the mind maze, some of 'em eventually find it and get the chance of being wrote down; meanwhile the others miss it and when they trace back their steps to find it again they got lost and are never to be found.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
094 - Bloody dawn.
"Look at what you've done!"
"I know, I'm a creator of mass destruction"said he with a single tear running down his cheek.
"Don't cry, I am here to help you"
And with a hug and a kiss they both spend the whole night cleaning the mess he had created until sunrise.
Friday, September 21, 2012
093 - Dog retirement.
At his age, he was confined to lay in front of the window and saw how the mailman left the mail and walked away smiling.
