Strange short stories

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

- 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.

"And this time? Are you going to try to stop me?" Her voice was too calm for someone to belong to someone on the edge of a cliff. My voice does not come out. Or rather, I have no idea what to answer. My head seems to have stopped in the afternoon that I suggested us to travel here.If you ask me who is she, I would say she has always been my conscience voice.For someone brought up by extremely strict parents like her, the very thought of running away from home was blasphemy, a stupid idea. Clearly one of my ideas. That day She gave me that typical look of disbelief that we both knew was useless. She should have worked harder to stop me.I left at 3:15, everyone was all asleep. Or, so I thought until I found my father drunk on the couch watching TV. The sound was at a minimum, and he noticed me before I noticed him. He asked where I was going. I replied that she had had nightmares, and I was going to sleep at her room. He believed it, or at least I think that wa

It was on a hot spring day that he woke up.The snow melting and penetrating the ground thus reaching him.From a small, tight shell he desperately took advantage of every bit of liquid left at his reach.After drinking, he felt too strong and too big for the skin.Soon, he broke it in two and for the first time experienced the light, the wind, and the great mother earth.He wanted more, he wanted to grab the light to scorch the earth and protect himself from the wind.To embrace the earth, he penetrated its roots in it, deep down to the underground rivers, and under the great rocks.To catch every ray of light he encountered, he stretched out its branches and raised its leaves.Over time, he gained a shell to protect himself from the wind.One day, a lumberjack came to the pine forest and fell in love with its long leaves, slender branches, robust trunk, and long roots.The woodcutter started to visit the pine ev

It was a dirty, dark alley.It had no doors, no windows, or led anywhere.