Stories
The most intense memories are not encouraged by eyes but by other senses especially smell, taste or touch. If I experience something the event is associated with the current smell. If I feel that smell later I can remember the experience.House of my childhood do...
Watchtower on Hell peak is a sprout of woody cubism on ground elevation 487 of iberian hilldiabolical mostly by its name.On the north foothillthe Hell itself lieswhile mosco just few miles southwestpokes alongThe theme of the ...
The last of the lights on the lower level of the small two story house were turned off. The family of four walked up the cream colored carpeted stairs to the second floor. The oldest daughter, Clara had already had her shower and little Mallory had been given a bath by...
Several weeks passed when Peter met his lovely Jennifer. They went together on trips to the cinema for a movie but their lips have never met yet. Peter was so shy unable to overcome his shyness to make a first step and kiss her.It was another beautiful s...
Her name was Jennifer. She had beautiful long hair that reached her middle back. Her blue eyes were like wells and Peter always saw a small sparks in them. She was Peter's love, his tenderness. Every time he saw her his eyes lit up. He used to meet her twice a ...
Leo was a little boy who played at his parent´s garden every day all day long. His mother has gone to work that day so it was Leonard's grandmother who took care of him.Leo´s grandmother was an old woman with long silky hair, she was full of energy and joy. She...
"Hello, I would like to report a theft," the young lady whispered to the little fatt policeman behind the desk. She was half that he was, not even to tall so she almost get lost in his office."Oh, well than. And what did they steal you, lady? "Asked the policema...
Far far away at the North Pole there lived a grandmother and grandfather. They had a huge flock of ducks and geese. Once they decided to paint fence around their gaarden to black. Ducks and geese were splashing in the melted snow while one of them slipped and fe...
Where do all the lonely people go to?It´s dark. Completely. All windows are blurred, all the lights turned off. Even the street lamps not issue its muted, greenish glow. Obscure town waiting for the bombers. Not even a moon doesn’t shine for me. I am passing l...
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