It was a wonderful day!
-Please... It was raining!
But that was a very beautiful city.
-They were ruins. Just a bunch of stones.
Well, the food was delicious, you can't deny it.
- I am still hungry. . .
Stop interrupting me!
-you started it.
This was the best day of my life.
- The worst I would say.
Why?
- Are you really asking? You know I hate travels.
Then why did you came along?
- I didn't "came" all the way. You dragged me until here.
Really? I don't remember doing such a thing!
- Yes, you did. You said, " If you really love me, you have to come!" And here am I.
Do you love me so much?
- Of course.
Me too!
-I already know, can we go home now?
Well, for someone who is in love with me, you are really a party Popper!
-Look who is saying! In your only holiday together, you want us to go to Greece?
And where do
Story written with a randomly generated story as the base.Street Dog looked at the delicious sausage in his hands and felt hungry.He walked over to the hole in his cardboard box where the snow-wet street reflected his dangerous surroundings. He had always hated the dark Slum with its disturbed, dull dirty. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to violence and always let him hungry as if no amount of sausage would ever fill the hole in his belly. He was a mut, he was street dog.Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the dark and thin figure of Street Cat. Cat was a gracious demon with a dirty snout and skinny pawns.Dog gulped and hide his sausage in his secret place. Fear and hunger had thought him always to be cautious. Hiding a mere cold sausage, what have I become? He thinks to himself. He glanced at his reflection outside the cardboard box. He had once been an admirable, gold Retriever with a long snout. His on
Can I write a Cute high school romance? Lets try...Not many years ago, in your typical high school environment, a girl named Alex fell in love with a girl called Zuri .Unfortunately, Alex had no gutts or whatsoever to confess it even for herself. The only thought of saying it would make her heart jump out of her chest.She did say many things to herself like:What is love? If I do not know what it is, I can't be in love.Why is my heart racing? Have I got anxiety problems now?If I like her? Well, yeah, she is pretty cool, but... That was it... I think...Anyway, as in any good story, your scared cat worked very hard to overcome her limits.Years passed by.First, she managed to not growl to every stranger who approached her first.Them she became their friends and learned that she was quite good at speaking for many hours straight.After some time she even got the courage to approach people first and sta
Giant, is a word commonly used to describe someone very big. Today, it is a synonym for a person who has achieved something big.The so-called "geniuses", " truly hard workers" or simply the ones who got lucky.Everyone has their picture of those powerful persons.I, always imagined those rich kids who speak 4 languages, play many instruments, never had a red note, and so on.As any other kid, I aspired to become like that, I gave my best and achieved most of those.But when you come to a "first world country" the picture change completely.At once, to know 4 languages, to play an instrument, to be able to swim, ride a car... are just the minimum necessary!Yes, necessary as in obligatory.All those kids have parents who can send them to University and support them in whatever they want.All those kids have visited entire Europe at some point in their lives.And they don't have an idea of how lucky they are.
Do you ever start rumbling alone about yourself?I do, a lot.It usually goes something like this:I am not special, just an average person living a life like all others, with struggles and strikes, ups and downs.That is what you tell yourself every day.Be it to push your inflate ego down or to make you feel less like a freak.We always tend to push down the "I am special feeling" because we fear retaliation from our society.It is understandable, the Special title really drew a lot of attention, especially unwanted attention.But that is what makes it a so shiny title.Everyone wants to be special.Because highly gifted, successful people, and celebrities are specials.We sometimes forget that everyone is special because everyone is unique.We also forget that people with disabilities and criminals are also special.We see only what we want and ignore the rest, so is human nature.
Noble knights, gentlemen, boys, girls, and ladies. The story I present here is not about a black cat.This is the story of the black cat, the first, true and unique.
Um ... What should I tell you? Something interesting and with many adventures? Or a drama full of mystery? Good! I have the perfect story full of all that and more! Listen carefully.A long time ago, a story was told about two princes who knew nothing about their origins. That is why they had no real names. One had orange eyes like the sunset and yellow hair like the rays of the sun. The other prince was completely white, only his pupils were red.The two princes traveled together through the fields, looking for someone who had all the answers. What they were looking for was the most famous prophet of the Seven Kingdoms, who worked for most kings, but never made a prophecy with 100 percent certainty and, when asked why, replied that if he did, it would turn to dust.It was rumored that the Prophet loved to walk in the fields of cities going to war in search of someone who needed prophecy. That was the princes' last hope. One day, when crossing the border of the
Little bird came out the egg already dressed.With feather jacket and hat.He didn't even wait the father to see him, he was already trying to fly.- There are so many things I want to see! There are even more things I want to do!- Hey, birdie be careful! You are still petite. - Told the mother bird.- Careless birds will end up in the cat's mouth! - Completed the father bird.- In the cat's mouth! But it's dark and disgusting there! There is no other way? - Asked the bird with packed suitcases and ready to leave flight.- Yes, dodgy, you stay here with your brothers until all this plumage falls. - Told the mother bird again.- But it's tight here, and I don't have a good view of the sunset. - Complained birdie.Mother and father birds were stunned by such cunning creature that was their young.- Then we will do the following: until your plumage falls I will bring you every day a new object from the outside world
- You are useless, luck only serves to addict and commit sins.- In my opinion, a pencil is one level above a pen, it is beautiful.