Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders.They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart.  Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant.They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year.There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war,  just the calm peace.Even so, in the beautiful small hut where the elders lived, you could smell a faint of sadness. They were old, but had no one to look after them. Every day they wok up very early  to go to the fields to work till night fall. It became harder and harder, and the couple feel more and more lonely.Every day they would go to the village temple to pray. The pray was always the same." Please, let us have a bit of sunshine, in the form of a beautiful small person, who we can call our child."The problem was, there w

Once upon a time, a feeble boy lived in the streets of a huge city.To eat, he worked doing favors for slaves who would give him food in the place of money.To sleep in the cold nights, he would search for nearby farms who let the doors opens and snuggle up among the animals.He did not remember his mother or father faces, the only thing he thought about where food, shelter and water.One day saw a very scary woman beating a slave, just a normal day, he thought.But them, the old woman, she fainted still with the beating stick in her hand.The slave flee for his life.The boy stared the old woman, and the woman remained laid down in the dirty street.The boy did not know what "help" was, nobody never helped him because he was something poorer than a commoner, a street orphan.And the woman on the floor was no different, an old woman dying.Nobody would help her, it would be even better if a bad woman like her just stayed there forever.The boy kept staring.He remembered how he dislik

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

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.