"AAAAAAHHHHHHHG!!!" - he screamed, horrified, when he opened the wardrobe door.
Tuesday, January 13, 2015
641 - The monster of the wardrobe.
Monday, January 12, 2015
640 - The perfect play.
He wrote a play where he killed his enemy poisoning him with a cup of wine, and when the opening day arrived, and his actual enemy dropped dead under the spotlight of the stage, everyone, clueless of the murdered that had just been committed in front of their eyes, gave him an standing ovation for such a wonderful play.
Friday, January 9, 2015
639 - The gnomes of the garden.
I always told my mother not to buy those horrible gnomes for the garden, because those gnomes are evil: but she didn't listen to me, and now, she is having a hard time, because one day when she wasn't at home, a gnome came to life and bit me, so in less than a minute I, myself, had become a gnome for the garden just like the one who had bitten me; now, my mother thinks I'm lost, and, from the garden, I can see her lean out of the window and cry for me everyday.
Thursday, January 8, 2015
638 - Know thy limits.
"Just a little bit more!" said Icarus to himself as he flew closer and closer to the sun.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
637 - Eavesdropping or The telephone wires.
"BERNARD! COME DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!!!"
"Wait a second, mom, I'm trying something up here..."
And pulling out his explorer knife, he cut the telephone wire and plug it into his ear...
Tuesday, January 6, 2015
636 - The checkered tablecloth.
When they saw the human approaching with the checkered tablecloth in their hands, all the chairs shivered, because they knew that a long and boring night awaited them, listening to the table whine and complain about how ugly and fat she looked with the checkered tablecloth on.
Monday, January 5, 2015
635 - The magical garden.
The hottest days of summer made Marcos' garden into a magical garden, because as soon as his father turned up the sprinkles.thousands and thousands of rainbows appeared in the yellowish lawn that made Marcos believe that magic was real; even though he knew too well that all that was due to the reflection of the light in the water of the sprinkles.
Friday, January 2, 2015
634 - The transformation.
Once upon a time there was a black Labrador dog who always stayed beside his master, playing with him all the time and waving his tail from one side to the other, showing how happy it was; but after his master died in a car accident, the black Labrador dog stopped playing around and never again waved his tail from one side to the other.
One day, the black Labrador dog woke up being a black cat, and since then, he is always alone, wandering around the streets, growling to anyone who crosses his path and giving them bad luck.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
633 - A few moths later after the tornado.
"It's raining milk! It's raining milk!" screamed a boy of the village.
And then, quickly, all the villagers rushed out of their homes pulling out their milk recipients to fill then with the rain, and while they waited, they opened their mouth towards the sky to taste the delicious flavor of the milk, they had soon forgotten because they haven't had a single drop of milk since the tornado had blown away all the cows of the village a few months ago.
Wednesday, December 31, 2014
632 - The last breath.
Around his bed at the hospital had gathered all his relatives and friends to celebrate his birthday number 107 even though his medical condition; but what was supposed to be a nice celebration, turned out to be a tragedy when his head drop dead over his birthday cake after he had blew off all the 107 candles with just one blow.
